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It's OSC gift exchange number 4, baby!!
Thats right folks!!! once again so so excited to host the gift exchange, hopefully itll be yet another fun one! :D
doing things slightly differently this year: if you wanna join you can just fill out this google form! You can also still join by replying/reblogging/dming me with what you'd like if you prefer to do it that way though.
Rules, dates, and details are all under the cut (and also in the form), please read them through fully before joining!!!
Entries close November 28th at midnight (est)!
For those not in the know, the gift exchange is just what is sounds like! Upon joining, you tell me what you like to see in you gift. After, you'll be randomly assigned a giftee, and will make a gift for them based on what they've requested. When the day comes, you'll post your gift and @ the person it's for!
The timeline this year looks like this:
Nov. 7-Nov. 28: Join the gift exchange by filling out this form, dm-ing me, replying, or tagging this post with what you'd like to receive. You can ask for anything--shows, ships, ocs, whatever! Additionally, if there's anything you dont want to see or won't make (ie, ships that make you uncomfortable), you can make a note of that as well
Dec. 1: I'll let you know who you've been assigned and what they'd like! This'll most likely be done through tumblr dms, so if that's an issue do let me know!
Dec. 1-30: You make your gift! This can be anything, from art to writing to music and more! so long as you follow your giftee's request, the possibilities are endless!
Dec. 31: Post your gift, being sure to @ the person its from! Please do not post your gift before this date!!!
Some other things to note:
You can request anything--shows, characters, ships, etc--just please make sure they are osc related! it is an osc gift exchange after all!
Asking for OCs is very much allowed, just be sure to provide me with a reference when you join
If your giftee requests more than one thing, you aren't obligated to fulfill all of their requests if you don't want to. Just be sure to do one of them and you're good!
If you need to drop out for any reason, that is completely ok, it happens! just please be sure to let me know ahead of time so I can re-assign your giftee!
On that note, if you have reason to believe you will be unavailable or otherwise unable to post your gift on the 31st, please be sure to tell me so we can work something out! Additionally, if you can't reach out on tumblr (say, your blog gets deleted) you can also poke me on bluesky (@ bumblebeeberry) or discord (thatonegaycat) about it
You can not join anonymously! I just don't think it'd fair to your giftee
While I highly doubt I will need to, I can bar you from participating if I deem it necessary. Again, unlikely, but in the off-chance it does happen I will message you to let you know, pretty please do not yell at me if I do
Not a requirement but when I send you your giftee if you could just let me know you saw the message i would greatly appreciate it!
As per usual I'll be tagging everything with #osc gift exchange, feel free to use it on your gift as well!
That's it! if you have any questions, comments, notes, what have you, please don't hesitate to dm me! :]
#yippie!!! opening it early this year cause i wanna#went with both joining options also cause i wanna. also cause i want folks to have as many options as possible yk#apologies for the tag spam here#osc#object show community#osc gift exchange#object oc#bfdi#bfb#tpot#ii#inanimate insanity#hfjone#itft#bfdia#what other show tags do people use these days#animatic battle#tdos#burner osc
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itâs been a while since iâve shared my recent reads! so hereâs what i have picked up in the past months. felt inspired cause iâm really enjoying the story iâm reading now, w/c i initially picked up as a manhwa but iâm impatient so i switched to the novel. itâs called the hunter is gonna lay low or the hunter wants to live quietly. itâs such a gem! cause it starts of pretty simple and funny then the author manages to put in the plot and well, itâs plotting. lol.
if you like systems/dungeons, cast of characters, time travel, mystery and the most delicious slow burn then this is for you. i hope this gets animated at some point cause itâs so good! đđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒ this is the only novel on the list so itâs pretty special that the story led me to WANT to read the source.
iâm literally listing what iâve read so yeah. and pretty much a v short reaction to it cause there is a lot (53). itâs a mix of ongoing and completed works at the time of writing and when i read it so iâll mark that too.
1. Sweetie, Sweetie, Sweetie - this title is so misleading cause you would think itâs a modern story full of sweetness when itâs not. this deals with kingdoms/royalty, superpowers â and isekai.
2. How my Daddies Became mates (completed) - first foray into mangas because i most prefer manhwa/manhuas â i know, sacrilege. but yeah, itâs a cute story of two dad telling their kid how they met and fell in love. Itâs so wholesome! a short read when you feel tired of all the toxic bl stories. đđđ
3. Unintentional Love Story (completed) - pick this up! itâs so good! slice of life kind of vibe and falling in love in a small town.
4. Someone like You (completed) - this was something i started before and went back in now that itâs completed.
5. Isekai no Sata Wa shachiku shidai - i donât really go for Mangas but this one pulled me in! I love myself some isekai plot. itâs just sad that no one has updated the translation for so long so that may put some people off in picking this up.
6. Bend over Backwards (completed) - corporate slave x international model. if you like this kind of dynamic then go ahead. Only 40 chapters plus a bunch of side stories so this kind of thing is a good choice.
7. Dinner with a Vampire - pretty obvs with the title.
8. Mister Wonderful teases me
9. Romance but not Romantic - omegaverse! the kind where the omega needs the alpha but initially hated him.
10. Be, Be. - omegaverse with modern royalty!
11. Smoky Nectar 1 - a short read that continues to a part 2 and itâs good âđŒ
12. Smoky Nectar 2
13. Reincarnated to Devil King Evelogiaâs World - this is so uniquely unhinged that it became. endearing. No. I swear. I havenât read anything like it. I love it tho. Maybe some people will find it over the top but itâs now one of my personal faves.
thereâs an animated version of it if you wanna start with that just to see how cute they are lol.
14. Bullying the Dog - an MC who didnât get much love then he meets the ML who shows him what itâs like. itâs so somft.
15. Bittersweet Martini (completed) - iâm gonna cheat here and copy/paste the first comment on this story cause i think it perfectly describes the story: âIf you're looking for a casual pleasure read with a green flag story with heavy flirting, which leads to a lot of blushing but also deals with a more serious topic towards the middle, without leaning too much into the drama, then look no further.â
16. Over the Paradise - guideverse with zombies!
17. Hero vs Villain - what happens when the supposed hero and villain become friends and fall in love? this was so nice!
18. Night of London - vampire and werewolf pairing! come on! Letâs gooooo! đđŒ
19. Kill my love - omegaverse and assassins!
20. Turning - Another work that i would most likely pick up the novel version cause itâs that good! Regression theme! âŁïžplus the setting is they are in a kingdom where people have powers.
21. The Moon is coming to me - I have already talked bout this before and itâs one of my absolute faves! I didnât know the Manhua was released! So i was so happy to enjoy it in that form. The translation for this is very close to the end so pick it up!
22. Cozy Obsession - transmigration where the MC knows how the story goes so he is trying his best to change the ending.
23. Summertime (completed) - one of my favorites! love it when friends become lovers and some may say the ML here is manipulative but i wanna say in a good way. lol. anyway, itâs classic, atleast from the MCâs side that youâve known this person some time and that summertime everything has changed.
24. My way with you (completed) - gonna cheat again with this one by pasting here what someone commented: âLISTEN UP GUYS this one has everything: healthy happy relationship, supportive friends, trauma and healing, mysterious past connections, beautiful men, hot af smut, 100% consent, cutest lovey dovey couple, NO drama, NO âmisunderstandingsâ, NO second ml, NO annoying interfering side characters. You will cry, but because itâs just so good.â đŻ
25. Netkama Punch - i havenât finished and progressed much as i would like tho i know a lot of people have this as their favorite! I will get back to it! The premise of hidden identity and online gaming is one of my fave so i will surely pick this up again.
26. Through the Years - i havenât finished this yet but itâs a lot of peopleâs fave
27. Fools (completed) - disillusioned guy meets excitable puppy đ€
28. Moonquake (completed) - a very unique concept. people on earth have powers and then some of them decided to rebel and live in the Moon. Our MC is one of the best ones on earth and is supposed to bring down the leader of the rebellion. but you all know what happens, they fall in love! AHHHHH! and i have to say the art in this too is exceptional.
29. Menâs wear store and the Royal Princess (completed) - this may be weird for some or slow / not enough action lol. i enjoyed it tho! the MC cross dresses and finds someone who loves and accepts him!
30. Ex Hot Neighbor (completed) - a story that centers around a misunderstanding! MC thinks he canât date the neighbor cause heâs his friendâs ex. but nope!
31. Forest Sea (completed) - A good and solid fantasy story. Please give it a try! The whole birds vs snakes thing was kinda weird at first but the author made it work.
32. When you were asleep - this hasnât been updated in a while and itâs so sad because the art is topnotch! the plot is good too, especially the dreamscapes but thereâs still a lot to discover cause we wanna know what happened in the past. Why is MC even having these dreams and all that.
33. Beum & Goâs UnholyâŠ. - still ongoing and read few chapters
34. Spring, the color of love (completed) - what a wonderful story. Oftentimes, as a reader, you have that sense of boundary with the narrator. But this one â you can feel and understand what the MC is thinking and going through. even tho i havenât experienced what he did, i can totally get it. this is one of those tropes where they fall in love during their school years and some misunderstanding happens, they meet again years later and try again. something i would love to re-read even if there are parts of it that hurt. and itâs just proof that if something is meant to be, it will come back to you.
35. Keep Holding On (completed) - a short and sweet read with friends to lovers trope!
36. Wolf in the House (completed) - i am so late with this cause i feel like every list has this story as one of the best. I have to agree! itâs so good! tho i have to say iâm more attached to the second pairing. this one is a perfect mix of fantasy, action, comedy and romance. A solid recommendation!
37. Touch within the Abyss (completed) - AAAAAHHHHHH! a hitman x blind cinnamon roll! read it now! please! itâs so sweet! their love and care for each other is so pure đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
38. 99% in love season 1 (completed) - from bestfriends to lovers in the cutest way! they start fake dating and it leads to more obvs.
39. 99% in love season 2 - their college life and this one has smut scenes!
40. Alpha Trauma ( novel ongoing ) - if you know Omega Complex then you might be aware that this is a sequel of sorts but follows the second leadâs love story if you may. Everyone loves Dohyun so iâm one of those happy readers who is happy that he gets his own story, tho the POV in this is not his but his Omega. If you like ABO and campus setting then this may be for you.
41. Soul Sealerâs school life - The MC is the soul sealer who has to do good deeds to prolong his life, then he meets the ML who has a strong spirit in him. Itâs a perfect blend of fantasy, comedy and not so much romance as of the moment. The art is đŻ and i really like to see where this goes!
42. Guidance with Benefits - still ongoing and read few chapters
43. Chiguha Kuna Kisu (completed) - if you like a short read that will make you have overall good vibes then this is it. school setting, two cute boys, a fortunate miscommunication and starting a relationship. itâs so good and made me want to look for more mangas! đ€
44. Spicy Milk Candy - yandere but in a good way. thatâs all iâm gonna say.
45. Ruby Red wo Kamikudaku (completed) - iâm just gonna add the summary below but itâs truly a unique read!
Akane is an Omega who can see people's pheromones as multicolored "crystalsâ. During his school days, when he was lonely because of his peculiar constitution, he meets Makise, a school nurse teacher. 5 years later, they are miraculously reunited, but Makise has a secret
46. Yume Nara Doko Made Yurusaremasuka (completed) - corporate slave x young policeman. 6 chapters of sweetness!
47. Sparkling Baby (completed) - this is supposedly a sequel for the second lead, but i havenât read the first story. I just love how the MC/ML first met and then made a mark on each other as strangers â but it wasnât there time yet. and so they meet again later and navigate their lives together. What attracted me to this story is how the MC changed because of love. For years, he had this sense of what he think is love and looking back, maybe it didnât work out because love isnât supposed to be like that. What he found with the ML is real and why it feels different.
48. Ashita kimi no mono ni shite (completed) - this so wholesome! school setting and friends to lovers. quiet boy x cool guy
49. Koibitu Keiyaku chu ni suki (completed) - friends to lovers! fake dating. and well, look at them. so precious together:
50. Camboy Bunny (completed) - i think the title says it all. A delicious read!
51. Beyond the Memories - AAAAAHHHHHHH! the story in itself should be sweet and fluffy but the author manages to squeeze in the undercurrent of there is something wrong. as a reader, there is something big that we donât know and once it comes out â all of it will be shattered. it looks like there is some sort of regression and MC doesnât know this but the ML does. The question here is when his memories will come back and will he forgive the ML. We are not in that part yet with whatâs available right now so iâm excited!
52. Private Call (completed) - another omegaverse.
53. Senza Replica - guide/esper. very few chapters out and something i will go back to.
I read everything except the novel at BATO. đ«¶đŒ covering my may-october 2024 reads.
#personal#accio victuuri reads#book recs#manhwa recs#manhua recs#bl recommendation#danmei recs#manga recs#aside from yizhan and work the rest of my time goes to reading lol
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hello hello, I took the alien stage pill. howdy fellow sufferers
Honestly, my first reaction to basically everything was "awww, they come in sets and are all without exception horribly doomed no matter their specs (loops cool music and vids)"
I'd seen some of VIVINOS' team works without realizing it was the same artist (my favorites being Beloved and Otomeroid) so it was rather shocking to learn of a "series" with a fandom as active/relatively large as Alien Stage without ever actually stumbling upon it before...
Anyways. I like the concept, and Hyuna+Luka in particular, a whole lot. In spite of all the jokes about only yuri and yaoi losing, my spider sense says they'll get their turn of crashing horribly soon and I wanna stay here to witness it burn beautifully, of course.
TL;DR OMG HYULUKA IS SO DELICIOUS
general yapping about all alien stage duos under the cut and some Hyuna/Luka considerations and theories
disclaimer: long, chaotic post ahead - i wrote most of it during revenge bedtime procrastination so I'm kinda just rambling/discussing my general impressions and vibes here instead of formatting it nicely or properly illustrating my points. good luck if you choose to stick around and make yourself comfy
alien stage impressions under read more - also SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
funny thing - I got into alien stage completely by chance after checking out some related vids to my Love and Deepspace twitter spree and avoiding my responsibilities. Ivan's Black Sorrow made a very strong impression and I loved his eyes, so I kept going deeper down the rabbit role and felt fascinated by the web of dynamics between the characters each time I took in a little more of the plot.
(His eyes are so cool and expressive.....I was already loving everything prior and was excited to continue, but Ivan was definitely the one to sell me on the concept more strongly and eat up the rest.)
It was interesting seeing "love" portrayed under such dire conditions and I kept wondering how come the aliens are so stupid they chose a 1vs1 PVP combat format with their beloved pets instead of the optimal formation of idol units and at least duos versus each other to utilize their feelings of love. Why would they do that?
That first innocent musing made me realize how clever the team behind ALNST is. The whole thing seems to be operating as a metaphor/commentary about how predatory the real idol industry is (the concept of anakt garden really sounds like the average idol trainee camp experience and the bonds they form with their group mates) and how heartless guardian (parental) figures can be in a society that is heavily utilitarian and barely gives agency to either their own children or sentient beings like animals that we keep as pets.
So in that world, the sacrifices of being an idol are literal and humans themselves are "pets" - with all the implications that come with "being dependent on a species that does not properly comprehend them". At times, the way they refer to the fandom of each character even seems to be tongue in cheek as to how "we" too are watching the story for entertainment and making fanbases for each character and reacting like some of the in-universe alien fans.
Therefore, it's no brainer that the answer to my initial question was: aliens/Segyein don't understand how to utilize human bonds and emotions to their maximum efficiency in the first place. They know interaction between humans seems to be important and produces more beautiful songs. However, they probably experience those feelings differently and most of them are likely unable to truly empathize with human pain, ethics or feelings. (And believe me, even some people have a hard time believing other species benifit from socialization, so aliens being that way is understandable). Perhaps the awful acts of the Segyein mutilating their pet human is no different from pulling a butterfly's wings to a human or injecting colored fluid into a flower. The glimpses of their buildings and tv show that they have the same sort of "do they have rights?" feelings and similar moral conflicts to what we have in the real world about species we don't understand fully.
I think it's really challenging to analyze a work attempting to guess future developments when you don't know the creator too well. In spite of looping OTOMEROID I wouldn't say I know VIVINOS and her team deeply as an admirer. But from the overall tone of the videos in her channel, I could pick up on a fascination with "extremes" of emotion and exploring the hypocrisy of society. Human/animal experimentation and materialism/religion/consumerism are topics that come up often. Love is also hardly ever portrayed as a simple or benevolent feeling alone - there's unrequited love, obsession, insanity, many facets of that feeling on the channel. Some works are more straightforward and focus on the visual presentation, others seem to have a deeper story behind it.
The technical quality of the Alien Stage MVs is extremely impressive, I had a blast looking at the patreon storyboards and feeling like "wow, a person actually made this". It seriously got me inspired to feel like drawing more to get out of my own artblock and to pick up on old OCs to show them some love. In the era of AI, this is a joy to get to feel. It all definitely feels like a well-put together labor of love. I'm super weak to things brimming with passion like this, it's contagious!!!!
Now that I've tried my best to make an eloquent opening and act like I'm not at all just a fangirl foaming at the mouth with this intense concept (I keep crying that I wanna see either Aka or Ohkawa try their hand at a death game scenario) and at the sight of a tragic toxic duo with a backstory of a deeply rooted mutual obsession/love and fall out (wiping drool out of the corner of my mouth as we speak), let's talk a little more about the story. In order to make sense out of my ramblings and projections, let me explain my thoughts on the other duos besides my bias first.
Mizi and Sua set the tone to their universe as well as serve as an explanation as to why "idols" work well to represent their conflict and struggle - I'm fresh out of Oshi no Ko here, so this feels equal parts like a comfort zone and everything but comfortable and hellish to go over again. But, to put it briefly, the adoration of someone as an entertainer that you want to support also overlaps with the word reserved for adoring "an image or representation of a god used as an object of worship" - idol.
Humans, stripped of their power and autonomy after arrogantly believing they were superior to everyone else and were the only beings in the vast universe, have been subjugated by other species. Because of the bleak, unforgiving circumstances they were faced with afterwards, the surviving ones were turned into luxury pets and stripped of their freedom. Free will made them children of God before, so people have forgotten all about the "God" who couldn't answer their prayers/save them. But, as Mizi says, the belief in God is innate to human nature. You are more likely live in this world successfuly if you have someone to look up to or a reason to survive.
When God seems so far away and so cruel...what they can do is look to each other as their "Gods". Because a belief in God is ultimately, a cry for salvation and acceptance...."The Bible makes it clear that âGod is loveâ (1 John 4:8). He isn't just loving, but he is the very definition of love."Therefore, all characters are, in some way, looking for salvation and being constantly tested and brutally being forced to show off their humanity through the lens of how love affects them - and not at the privacy of their inner thoughts or anything. All of that in order to portray different aspects of "love", adoration and what it means to be human. To have a belief on the unseen - "what is essential is invisible to the eye".
IT'S ALIEN AMERICAN IDOL MEETS DANGANRONPA. WHOO.
(gOD I wish we could have gotten Luka vs Sua or vs Ivan in some way. That feels like it would be extremely close and entertaining to see. Am I losing my humanity? Why is my keyboard slimy? Am I becoming a Segyein ....?)
Of course, because I fell for all those deliciously doomed themes like the good CLAMP/Akasaka foolish nerd I am, I bought patreon access day one. Although some setting details were unexpected, I was pretty satisfied with my overall initial grasp on most of the characters. If you found me through the tags and didn't already follow me, my disclaimer here so you get to know me is that I easily gravitate to polarizing characters or doomed ships like a curse. There are also certain Themes that follow me like a plague and I could see some of my favorite characters' shadows on the doomed kids I liked right away. Like an itch to spot something more to what is being shown.
Therefore right away, Luka and Hyuna caught my eye big time. (literally, when I watched sweet dream I kept pausing and going - whOA WHO IS THE COOL GIRL WITH THE CIG. Wait wait wait show me more of the boy that looks dead inside overstimulated by the flashing lights!)
I don't really have any pretension to be quoted on anything here or say things verbatim (Patreon says it's fine to produce derivative content based on what's there, but as expected, it's enforced not to directly share it so I can't really go argument-evidence here by presenting it) and have only seen pictures of the artbook secondhand by a friend, so I'll have my fun here making commentary loosely based on extra content and sporadically showing off pretty MV captures.
Anyway.
We're introduced to this universe through the jarring cruelty of ROUND 1, contrasting a harmonic, beautiful, lullaby-like melody with a harsh outcome. Like Mizi, unless we got spoiled beforehand, we don't really know anything about what's about to horrifically transpire. And though she got education, it feels like the teachings about what death or the Alien Stage would be like were horribly sugar coated or distorted to her, as incentive to give their best performances - like sacrificing themselves was a good thing. The extra materials back this up with Mizi's first interview about "My Clematis" - it's like they're told they're simply going back to their "origins" entity (The Grand Ankt) and it's a pretty and peaceful thing. We're shown how bad humans have it in their society and simultaneously get a montage of a cute, healthy, heartwarming relationship between the two girls and a deep "pure" love, as well as feel the weight of Sua's sacrifice and how badly it hurts Mizi. You're told that Sua is her God, her Universe in a Godless world - only to have her ripped away and "God" basically slaughtered for cheap entertainment. Some of the extra materials put it as a certain "mutual love" between Sua and Mizi.
It's interesting how we're shown a stage and don't know what to expect at first - since the girls seem "calm" and happy to express their love, but there's an increasing sense of dread until the finality of Sua's death hits and the pretty, shining girl we see in the flashbacks becomes an empty husk. The MVs seem all to be roughly designed around creating a surprise at the end or recontextualizing something we have seen previously.
I won't discuss Till and Ivan at length at this time, because that would get too long and demands it's own post (I sure as hell rewatched Unknown, Black Sorrow and Cure many times though), but the key part for me here is - they similarly express "love", but through another facet - obsession of a one-sided love and the desire to reach salvation or a reason to endure the world because of that, too. To the point of choosing the chance of love over salvation, expressed by Till letting go of Ivan's hand when they had a chance to escape (not wanting to leave Mizi behind most likely) and Ivan's kiss and decision to strangle Till to give his own life in exchange for his/finally getting to express his "shallow emotions" he perceives as something that won't deeply scar Till (but it does, and it mattered, far more than he could ever have known). It's interesting that although Mizi calls Sua a God, they develop something closer to a balanced, mutual relationship, as much as their lack of understanding of "human relationship" allows - they connect deeply. Ivan, according to the comics, sees himself in Sua, but it's deeply frustrating how he couldn't build the same sort of connection with Till and felt like he could only maintain a bond through violence.
Mizi seems to be the only human who was raised in a "stable home" (her alien seems to actually love her closest to a mother), but that's not enough to protect her from pain - after all, the alien's reasoning was that if Mizi likes singing, she should join. Yolo! Your human baby's life is so short! Sounds like outdoor cat owners to me. Ugh. All other pet humans are going through some flavor of parental abuse, and it all reflects in how they express their emotions and what sort of decisions they tend to take.
Till, in contrast to all that, more closely resembles the definition of looking at Mizi like an oshi/idol as a comfort to run from the pains of his life - he always looks hurt or abused, but Mizi is like medicine that even watching from far away makes him feel "saved" due to nurturing that "first love" that is heavily idealized. It's interesting how his character that is first introduced as somewhat violent or wild because of the smashing guitar and "addict"/drug imagery turns out to be one of the most sensitive.
The cloaked figure of Mizi in Blink Gone seems to resemble a saint or Mary (mother) holding a child in her lap as he takes his last breaths. She rushed into the crowd in a desperate attempt to save or at least comfort him in his predicament. Till's final position even resembles that of being crucified.
All that, however, makes Till unable to see Ivan properly - who is constantly around him and yearning for his attention, protecting and loving him in desperate ways that he doesn't realize until the very last minute. He is also seemingly detaching himself from the "real" world as a very "pure" child (shown in the way he loves with full devotion and his artistic inclinations), which of course, makes Ivan painful to face - who is a grounding entity and a reminder of the real world. The one who touches his wounds, who is "there" and not unreachable like a flower at the top of a mountain. That love between Ivan and Till got expressed in a way that was painful to both, but a very human act of a clashing selfish and selfless-ness.
None of them are built for this. They're trying to survive.
So far, what I've got is...Mizi and Sua set a standard of what is closest to a mutual love that was growing together in a relatively equal and healthy way. Ivan and Till were reworked to avoid overlap with them and are chosen to portray the sense of an immature, obsessive love and clashing emotions. It's interesting to me how much the creators stress the "one-sided" and controlling nature of Ivan for behind the scenes, and I feel like this does not mean that Till couldn't possibly return his feelings - after all, the Actor AU does show great chemistry between them. It's more like, within their living conditions and because of the emotional immaturity of both of them, they literally could not see eye to eye - Till looking at an idol out of reach (Mizi), and Ivan choosing to seek out his attention through violent means that confused Till, thus he was unable to respond to the intensity of what he felt and grow into it.
NOW. TO THE MAIN COURSE THAT IS ROTTING MY BRAIN: HYULUKA.
If we've got all those bases covered so far...where does that leave Hyuna and Luka?
(This is the most Mello/Near-like I've ever seen another ship pull off. My inner 13 yo is screaming. They're both incredibly gorgeous. How is a hetero couple simultaneously so BL and yuri-like in DRAMA AND IMAGERY? CLAMP would be proud...)
You see, there's no official answer about the true nature of their bond yet.
But I have a lot of speculations. It clearly looks like a rotten, strangled-by-the-red-string-of-fate sort bond that is just up my alley. THE MOST FUN IS GETTING TO BABBLE BEFORE GETTING AN ASSERTIVE ANSWER. I'm all for making a fool of myself, so let's get down to it.
To put it simply - I believe Hyuna and Luka's role is expressing the extremes of the setting itself and what "to love" means within it, with a turn for the worse and the tragedy of "not understanding" even if there is love.
How do you conquer an oppressive world in which all odds are against you? Would you overtake it through rebellion or would you strike at it from within?
In a world in which God's teachings have become lost to time and difficult to believe, does love strengthen or weaken you? If it causes pain and destruction, can it still be called love?
I think Hyuna and Luka are standing at opposite sides of those beliefs, and cannot understand each other's mindset.
Seems simple enough to write Luka as a mere villain final boss since he seems to be enjoying himself at the evil death game and Hyuna as the nice rebel who wants to save everyone, right? But it's confirmed Hyuna wasn't really trying to rescue more people like she had an opportune moment to do for Mizi.
The artbook also says something incredibly interesting about what the "Luka Syndrome" mentioned in one of the MVs really means - Luka's prestige as a performer is raising the prestige of pet humans. He also believes "Hyuna would be safe with him" - Why is that?
I think they might actually have similar goals and a similar stubborness in which they believe themselves to be the correct one and the other to be pitiful and foolish. Hyuna is trying to overthrow a system that is well-established and has far more power or influence than them, therefore she needs to resort to drastic measures and flashy means to assert dominance over the alien society.
Luka on the other hand, feels like he is using the system against it and exercising his own humanity while at it. Rather than tackling the incredibly daunting task of being a rebel with guns blazing, Luka became a master of the stage in a way that makes humans gain influence and thus become more valuable.Even if I try to think of it as "he's just trying to survive", that doesn't feel enough - because whenever he is not on stage, Luka looks dead inside already.
Especially in the arts he looks like a younger child or teenager, except for the ones after he seems more consistently approached by Hyuna. It's hard for me to think what moves him is a survival instinct. He is also portrayed like the typical "golden kid" syndrome victim - someone so systematically beaten to satisfy their narcissist guardian figure and submitted to so much pain that they eventually absorb part of that mindset as a way to have agency and autonomy over themselves. It gives the illusion of being successful and thus that the abuse was "effective", but it's like a curse that is difficult to break from.
I think both of them are older for a thematic reason. It feels like it could represent what it feels like, as adults, to no longer be able to hold onto naive or idealistic things about the world or society due to ignorance and having to choose a path to express your ideas and reach your goals through your "work".
Hyuna is guns blazing and "adult pleasures" - singing to an underground stage, trying to scrub off the wounds of her past with alcohol, and it's interesting that her guardian alien is portrayed like an "absent" parent figure - they have an interest in humans, but doesn't care about watching Hyuna when she first was eligible for Alien Stage. I wonder if they even are the one looking for her at all - seems to me it's more of an alien police thing because of her "crimes". Under that seemingly "thick" skin though, it seems clear that Hyuna is deeply affected by Luka still, and the loss of her brother. She deals with her wounds by not really dealing with them at all and guess what - it's a weak point. Her song is uplifting and refreshing, but she clearly demonstrates that closing your eyes to trauma and purely moving forward doesn't make them go away. In that sense, Mizi is a way she is trying to "mentor" someone navigate through loss.
I love outcasts and mildly autistic-coded characters, so I gravitated to Sua, Ivan and Luka right away.
(Extroverted cutie and the doomest doomer of the bunch. As a side note, their character design alone and contrast is genius and gorgeous. I'd expect 90% of the time for Luka to be the designated BL character and hardly do I ever see his archetype paired with the sort of sharp, striking beauty that Hyuna has so I definitely got giddy with them right away. She reminds me a lot of Michiko Malando and Luka reminds me of Near, two characters I love a whole lot and funnily enough have the same mbti types the artbook describes them as - ESTP and INTJ. Ankt garden Luka looks somewhat closer to the AU versions of Luka, so gotta love both his origins and his twisted post-alnst/hyuun woo self)
I believe Hyuna bundles Luka with that trauma of grief and loss, and it's still unclear what their roles are in it and after the fact. While singing all in verses "We only get one life, so I'm living mine for me/'Cause I'm the one from your wildest dreams", Luka's face flashes through Hyuna's mind before even her brothers, like it's something that's always on the back of it and barely suppressed.
See...since VIVINOS loves the "more than meets the eye"/twist concept, something I'm expecting is for Hyuna's feelings not to be as black and white as blaming Luka and actually. It obviously was dysfunctional and isn't that....delicious???
I feel like a one-sided love or obsession wouldn't make sense to repeat as themes, and because of the heavy trauma associated in the backstory, it's not like a "healthy mutual love". To bridge the themes of MiziSua and IvanTill, I think Hyuna and Luka are being told in a way to express love as something that can also destroy instead of save, and their clashing ideologies come from a place of wanting to think "-I'M- right and want to be your god", instead of ever having been able to understand each other properly.
They have a similarly "corrupt" love that has a lot of guilt and regret built into it. Even with something awful as what happened to her brother, it's curious that Hyuna's mind first thinks of Luka in an "enamored" light - the scene looks pretty tender - but that's also attached to the weight of Hyun Woo's death.
I think It's likely that the twist is Hyuna having been the one who hurt her brother, even, considering the dynamic in these comics:
Luka and Hyun Woo compete for Hyuna's attention, and it's to be expected that none of them understand the boundaries and definitions of love too well. Hyuna and Hyun Woo seem to be naive and relatively raised in a decent way, submitted to superiority tests like the rest, but not directly abused. They seem to express their love for each other in a cheerful, healthy way, Hyuna probably because of her closeness to her brother (which is unusual for other pet humans to be able to do) is extremely physical in how she shows affection. She doesn't really reprimand Luka, and that creates an unhealthy dynamic in which Luka plays the victim - in spite of starting things - to enjoy Hyuna's attention. There is a cute comic that looks silly, but encapsulates it all:
Luka is a little shit that wants to be pampered. He knows he is physically weaker - if you come across a rabbit being hurt by a wolf, you wouldn't suspect the rabbit provoked it. So Hyuna constantly seems to take Luka's side regardless of what happened, wanting to have that protector role.
Luka on the other hand, has no reference of what it's like to be "loved". He is systematically abused and treated like an object - therefore, he perceives relationships in terms of "ownership". And I don't think Hyuna truly understands just what she is enabling when she encourages Luka to act the way he does or thinks his neediness is "cute".
Honestly, I think there's strong sexual abuse imagery in Luka's art and the presentation of his stage image as someone taking charge of their objectification. His clothing for stage always shows off his body one way or another and both Hyuna and him have this sensual imagery and approach to others, as if "reclaiming one's own body". The contrast of Luka's blank expression and the red collar indicating a mental breakdown in that artwork above featuring Heperu's shadow approaching him is truly chilling.
That boy has no reference of what a familial bond or love is like. And both his introspective nature and abuse seem to make it even worse for him to connect with his peers- in the artbook his only relationships listed are Hyuna and Mizi, in very negative ways. He is also said to have retreated deeper into his own world, because "no one can understand him". Again, checks out with the imagery of "gifted son" that is treated like a narcissistic parent's doll and that becomes desensitized to many things over time.
His alien guardian Heperu even looks vaguely phallic and Luka has body language of "trying to disappear" or soothing himself when not up the stage - hugging knees, looking smaller, sucking on sleeves, stimming with toys (rubik's cube). The scars on his chest seem related to the abuse of submitting him to pain to overcome fear and I theorize the scars on the side may have been for plastic surgery like abdominoplasty or even possibly removing ribs. Normally that would be done from the back, but hey - alien science, and he already had "tainted" scarred skin on the front, so it would make sense to try preserving his back. His waist is drawn really really thin. It's also mentioned that he had a strict diet even though he is a big eater - that is, Heperu is deeply violating his agency in accordance with Lookism.
Luka has all the makings of a really tragic character and reminds me of Kamiki Hikaru's construction in Oshi no Ko. A victim turned abuser in some ways, as a way to seek autonomy, self expression and living for their ideals and love, no matter how twisted it has become.
There's a comic that has a "flashback" of anakt garden and Hyuna being asked by Luka if she likes to sing. The POV of Hyuna's face looks as soft as Luka's does from hers. She tells him that they don't have freedom for anything else, but when she is up at the stage, it's like her life is "her own", so she likes it. The image of Luka singing as an adult suggests that even now, those are the words he pictures and that is the image of Hyuna that is alive in his mind.
In a way, both of them are deeply attached to the past, and while Hyuna wants to shut it down completely and regrets it having happened, Luka's feelings are twisted.
We don't know much about the kiss. Considering the "sucking on forehead" comics, I get the feeling Hyuna was startled by the sudden escalation from Luka acting as a passive, cute pet and jumping her with so much intensity, but may not necessarily have pushed him away. The following fight could either have happened because Hyuna became withdrawn as a result of suddenly becoming aware of the effect she was having on Luka and what their feelings for each other were (since previously, she might not have been able to tell the difference between being all over her brother and all over Luka) /or/ the scenario played out like the forehead sucking. She didn't dislike it, but Luka became insistent or they got caught in a way that Hyuun Woo had no context for, thus assuming Luka was forcing her.
And there is a third option too that now I think about it, seems the /most/ likely: the growing proximity to Hyuna made Luka's feelings of "wanting ownership and exclusivity" even deeper because of love and lust, as simply being assured he is "loved" doesn't seem to be enough for Luka. It could be that Hyuna in fact disliked his attempt of kissing her and became more distant to him. Thus, he orchestrated for Hyuna to take his side once again for validation in a reckless way - but the results were "better than he thought" when it resulted in Hyuun Woo's death. Because, that is a price so heavy that it feels like "wow, you actually chose me".
This scene is super interesting, I love Luka's expression. It's joyful in a "perverse" way. He was successful in trapping his beloved Hyuna. And it seems that the emotion is so intense, like he is finally free from the mask of pitiful wounded animal with no agency over himself that the sheer ecstasy might have caused a seizure or heart attack, hence his eyes looking glassy afterwards and his fingers finally turning the blue/purple hue we see on his older design.
Skimming through the patreon posts, I was pleasantly surprised to realize my gut feeling about Ivan and Luka having a similar core wasn't wrong. Sua in comparison is the scenario of someone who doesn't go off to the deep end as the two of them. It's often stressed that the team was worried about establishing Luka and Ivan as distinguishable - their personalities are similar, but their masks are different. Ivan presents himself as the "big bro", while actually being a boy struggling with properly expressing emotions that went as far as practicing smiles and expresions at the lake. Whereas Luka is like a porcelain doll and passive - austere, even...but what about his real self?
We're cleverly prevented from seeing an introductory MV for Luka, as round 4 doesn't happen. And for the subsequent videos, Luka shows himself partially by not disclosing his POV, but showing important sides of himself - the urge to control and the attempts to "become whatever is desired of him". A blank slate.
In a sense, that's implying to me Ivan and Luka's stage presence is an expression of their "inner selves", where their feelings and thoughts become bare. Ivan does so by casting aside his big bro warmth and stepping in as the image of a serious-faced, strongly devoted man that is coming apart at the seams with the weight of his immaturity, sadness, love and obsession.
Luka's stage presence is a distant cry from his image of passiveness and class behind the scenes. On stage, he is a seasoned performer and a calculating prince that enjoys pulling the strings to reach the ideal performance as seen in his inner world. He cunningly displays a different expression between the audience and his partners to achieve the ideal results. Luka acts like both a director and an actor while performing, in order to construct his vision - He's bold, confident and invades people's personal spaces.
(What a condescending little shit. I love him. His expression seems to be saying something like..."Done already? Hmph. I expected more of you. You need to do something for me to do my part and shine, too."
A point I theorize about Ruler of My Heart - Hyuna says in the artbook, I think, that Mizi reminds her of herself. Luka would be able to pick up on that also, especially since Mizi had just been broken by the loss of the one she loved most and formerly had that spark of "hope and dreaming high" in her eyes. Luka may have chosen the song specifically to have Mizi recreate the "role of Hyuna" envisioned for it - as in, he never expected her to be obedient at all. He was riling her up to feel what Hyuna might have responded like to this song. But the Hyuna in his idealization is probably "blazing, absolute and strong" - instead of shutting down and giving up singing. Mizi lets herself get intimidated by his provocation into silence, but when she loses it to punch him in the face with no regard for the consequences - like Hyuna surely would do - is when he finally smirks. It's also a mockery of letting emotions take her over, securing his win and further reinforcing he is "in the right". )
Another interesting tidbit is that Luka's personality isn't of the ethereal "pitiful-but-nice" character, but rather something that "fits VIVINOS taste". He is also compared frequently to Ivan in personality/mindset, who is described as a "bad boy" with a possessive/manipulative streak. If the sides of Ivan we get to see that related to Till are fairly tame and the team worries so much about contrast, that seems to imply that Luka embraces the more extreme parts left out of Ivan.
Even more interesting than that is the core of Luka's character inspiration - "the little prince", which I assume most people have read before. It's a children's book about an adult meeting a little prince from space and basically sharing life lessons.
If we look a little beyond the "cute blond kid"/moon motif...the most striking aspect about the Little Prince is probably the idea of the rose and the fox. The immature prince is taught the concept of love and responsibility by a wild fox - that to tame someone is to make them unique, and it's the time spent nurturing that love that makes it precious. The prince had been frustrated by a Rose he thought he loved, but grew annoyed by because he could not understand her. He also was confused upon realizing there were many roses in the universe, but his was too selfish and flawed. So is she not as unique as he thought? He starts missing the rose, and learns that there IS a difference - none of the roses are "his" or sound like "his" - because if they have tamed each other, going forward, he isn't just any little boy to his rose anymore - he is "the" boy, and she is "the" rose, unique in the universe.
This feels extremely relevant to a character presented as a "product" of gene editing and, basically, being created in a lab. The implication to me is that there may be many other "Luka"-like humans - the vast array of congenital diseases he manifests such as heart disease, Raynaud syndrome, asthma and chronic migraine all make him sound like their universe's equivalent of a white pug dog with dubious origins to boot.
What makes that test tube baby, raised by a ruthless alien that doesn't care about him as more than a way to vicariously live a life of success and luxury, unique in that case?
Love.
And my take is that, the fox and rose to his little prince are the siblings Hyun Woo and Hyuna.
(I'm suddenly reminded of the Vanitas no Carte Louis-Domi-Noé trio. Why do those never end well?)
IMO the rift created between Hyuna's brother and Luka wasn't necessarily there from the start. Before getting more strongly attached or opening up to Hyuna, Luka looks extremely detached. Hyuna's brother looked like the picture of excitement and youth, so it feels like he could have reached out to the quiet boy first and Hyuna tagged along. The settings mention something along the lines of Hyuna not quite being the origin of the "dreamer" outlook, but being inspired by her brother, and I can picture it.
Hyuna's MV All in and her relationship with Mizi painted to me the picture of a girl that is naturally attractive - her drive and sunny disposition are simply dazzling. But, underneath, there seems to be "something" doesn't it? I think Hyuna's charm comes from a mix of strength and vulnerability. She seems like the type of person to cope with humor and being flirty in order to lift people's moods and surprise them, but Hyuna herself can have quite heavy and serious feelings. The somber look suits her, and it's overall impressive that she didn't completely break because of her brother. It's like her innate talent for performing draws people to her, but at the same time she can sustain an illusion of "closeness", her true worries and wounds are kept deep inside and she doesn't let others truly see into her.
So.
What's shown in Blink Gone to me is that Luka's not merely surviving a death game, he is enjoying the show and trying to feel alive. To someone like him that probably already feels dead inside all the time and was "abandoned" by Hyuna, there is nothing much to look forward to. We don't know what happened between Hyuun Woo's death and their first alien stage run (quite a lot, since Hyuna even lost a leg) ot the timing of their relationship fall out. Given their memories and image of eachother, it does seem to be implied they were already going separate ways right after the incident.
It's likely that what connects Luka to Hyuna's memory the most is the feeling of performing itself - the one time he gets to be free. Luka acts like he is superior to the other pet humans for having "figured out" the system and feeding into it, and looks down on them for having no control over their emotions. But does he really have total control over his own?
In spite of all the abuse he embraced as his own will or believing he could truly get any power by playing the game according to its rules and "overcoming fear", someone as unpredictable and impulsive as Till is the natural enemy of someone like Luka. He had the upper hand as long as it stayed within his plan, but Till suddenly going as far as going back to the green light indicator was worrisome. Luka's Stamina is actually rather crappy, so if Till did decide to go all out, he might have been cooked.
I think, to Luka, it's probably about more than keeping himself alive. And Till flipping the game then would have made him waste his life on a performance that was supposed to be easy -and- it must be annoying that Till strayed off-script. My hypothesis is that he wants to reach out to Hyuna, still - either by increasing the influence of humans to shift the world closer to the one she envisioned, or by putting his life in the line at the stage as many times as possible to feel the "weight" of her presence as if she still were by his side or to grow so famous that she cannot ignore or escape him.
Deliciously hypocritical of him to look down on others so much, when Hyuna's unannounced presence shook him so badly he turned his back to the stage and stared at her with an expression we'd never seen before.
My take is that her walking in like this is seriously the worst scenario to him. Luka expresses in the artbook that he pities Hyuna and that her safety would have been guaranteed with him, so - because of his influence - I think he might actually have gone to the Alien Stage again to secure his power status AND request to keep Hyuna out of it. A condescending sort of domestication we know she would hate, but would keep her safe.
But see. Even if she wasn't under his care, being out there causing a ruckus is one thing - she's alive and kicking, not really in the slaughterhouse. He can live with that. So, he sings to his heart's content. And...
His sneering that people are suuuch rookies at controlling their emotions...
Sooo weak to let their emotions and regrets dominate them and make them lose sight of the stage, compared to his Super Competent self that can overcome fear and control his own heart rate...
All came back to bite him in the ass, like an idiot.
All other characters were pitted against their worst case nightmare scenario, and I doubt the Prince will be an exception. I really don't think his type of obsessive is wanting to be superior to or beat Hyuna at performing either, even if it's his guardian's mindset (it seems Heperu feels inferior to Hyuna's guardian and adopted Luka simply as a means of beating him - so seems very possible he will push for having the two face off and prove Luka's "superiority").
No matter what he does now, it's either Hyuna against Mizi at the risk of death or Hyuna against him. Hyuna's a wanted criminal - there is absolutely no talking a way out of that one. Not only that, Hyuna's bleeding from her wound already. Luka facing against Hyuna as the second time champion would mean being forced to choose - keep rulling the stage, or chose the one who was his guiding light in the first place?
The imagery from the sweet dream opening (as well as Luka having covered that song) is "release" - Luka dying at Hyuna's hand even if it's not something she can truly do with pleasure, no matter how much she copes with her past wounds by hating him. I wonder if it's a red herring or if it will play out, I particularly want whatever will allow to explore their character, feelings and motivation the deepest.
I don't think Hyuna wandered onto the stage for his sake - it seems like it's for Mizi, who is completely frozen. Hyuna probably has up until now coped with hating Luka because he represented everything she was rebelling against - the "system" itself. A nasty cog in the engine of the aliens who, even if not directly, ultimately were the cause of the entire context that stripped her away of her freedom and lead to her precious brother's death.
However...
My guess to what's happening here isn't "wow your outfit is so slutty" or "you've grown". It's more like...Luka suddenly looks too human.
He wasn't supposed to.
...Phew. That's all for now. The ADHD gets strong when I'm talking about something that tickles my brain, so I hope that wasn't too messy/unintelligible to follow with the back and forth jumping timelines or repeating points of interest I did.
Well! I really, really wish there was more for me to keep going, but for now I'll live with overthinking with what we have. I might do separate analysis/speculation for the MVs if I have a deadline I'm procrastinating on come up the time.
Bottom line is, I think all those characters are very interesting, but Hyuluka are the ones I'm rotating like a rotisserie chicken in my mind. Plz hurt me more VIVINOS team and thanks for the good fucking food
#longpost#alnst#all ships mentioned in a way or another#but i'm a#hyuluka#truther#meta#nana rambles#alien stage#the sign i'm getting into something new i'm hyperfixating is writing the messiest review possible#alnst spoilers#spoilers#hyunluka#turns out I felt like unpacking a lot of thoughts first#luka black sorrow cover when#IVAN BLINK GONE WHEN#alnst luka#alnst hyuna
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If you want to talk about the way people erase charactersâ main traits in service in shipping (I call it paper doll syndrome) for your video essay I would be DELIGHTED to help you come up with ideas/write a script or whatever I love making videos and this topic is so interesting to me
that would be so awesome! paper doll syndrome is such an apt name for it and it really is a fascinating (and frustrating) fandom phenomen
fair warning though, im specifically focusing on the owl house fandlom/shipping stuff mainly because ive been in the fandom for a long time and have watched the fandom change over the years. but this kind of thing definitely isn't exclusive to owl house it's a very common fandom phenomen so most of my points can apply to fandom in general. ive never made a video essay or anything but ive been thinking about this for months so i figured i would give it a try. currently im just collecting evidence rn but i would love to chat if ur offering!
#I have the basics of how I want the video to be structured#but i just don't have much currently done for it rn#im in the process of collecting data from ao3 to help support my points#i have another topic i also want to cover along with this one in the video#mainly how fandom completely disregards characters who don't have any romance going on#and if they are given attention often they're just being shipped with someone random#which leads into the whole stereotyping characters thing#currently my biggest issue is getting like. examples of fandom behavior#im trying to make a survey rn i wanna post to a few places so I can get a variety of opinions/accounts#lmao it's a lot to do but I have a bunch of free time so I figured why not try it?#lilac post#ask#whoops that was long#if anyone has been in the toh fandom wants to share their experience with it please go right ahead I would love to chat!!!
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zevie! first of all i am SO looking forward to your kinktober 2024 mlist [incoherent yelling]. in the meantime i wanted to let you know that i have read and re-read everything you have written so far for windbreaker and it is ALL SO GOOD. i went in hardcore into just one or two of the boys but after reading your stuff it literally becomes like. whoever it is youâre writing for in that post :â) anyways i am counting down the days to your sep posts but pls take care of yourself too, thank you so much for all of your hard work!
nonnie !!! hellloooo aaaa my kinktober !! i am so excited for you guys to read it (: i spent a while thinking of the prompts & tried to make them super juicy <33
youâre rereading ??? thatâs like one of the sweetest compliments u can give a writer my love ):
you as well!! i am so excited for whatâs to come (: if i finish kinktober prompts early, i have a milestone event planned! i have an idea that can include my shy readers as well đ€
#đŠąâ mail !#iâve been thinking of ways i can interact w my shy readers too!!#bc not everyone is gonna want to do appearance matchups or send thirsts#i think i have it all#planned! but i would like to finish kinktober before doing anything like that#i wasnât able to finish my first kinktober bc i left my blog that same month#so this one i wanna complete ahead of time !!#OK WAIT NO OFF TOPIC RAMBLING#sigh nonnie iâm just looking at ur ask w heart eyes#you guys r so kind to me it makes my heart happy#rereading ?? and youâll read about the other characters too?? iâm so grateful i have cute readers like u all!!#take care of yourself as well!! since i write drafts online#sometimes i catch u guys reading nonstop#make sure u are drinking water and resting ur eyes if ur binge reading !!#I LOVE U ALL SMMMM#THANK U FOR YHIS NONNIE IM BLUSHINGGFFG#tysm for sending me this ): it means sm to me#more than u think !!! i love u kiss kiss
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"ooo x is jealous of y and is sad bc y is with z and x likes z this so sad" FOR CHRIST'S SAKE Z HAS TWO HANDS
#this isn't directed at ppl who are making completely original characters btw#if you wanna do smth like this with your own characters then go ahead!!!!#this is instead directed at the ppl who take previously existing characters and ship one pair#when they also very clearly like another pair with one of the same characters#LIKE THEY'RE ALREADY GAY. JUST MAKE THEM POLY TOO. IT IS NOT THAT HARD#I'VE SEEN THIS HAPPEN SO MANY TIMES IN THE DHMIS FANDOM I SWEAR TO FUCK#LAST TIME I CHECKED. EVERY CHARACTER DOES INDEED HAVE TWO HANDS.#aubrey rambles
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people who have zero sense of suspension of disbelief and try to find every single minor plot hole or inconsistency ever especially in fan projects are soooooooooo fucming annoying
#@ my dad#do YOU know everything about our CURRENT SOCIETY YOU LIVE IN AND HOW IT WORKS#no? didnt think so#so why do you think the author did#and half the time its just completely irrelevant anyway shut the fuck up if you wanna go be a ninja plumber go the fuck ahead#like lapse had its issues but ITS A ONE PERSON ENTIRE ASS FANGAME IM NOT GONNA GO OUT AND COMPLAIN????#i love forte. sorry i got distracted. but you know what i mean
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i gotta rant about how much i hate the mega z-ring sidequest from a game design standpoint hold on
#bwark#first of all why the fuck would you lock something so important behind a sidequest#secondly why are all of the npcs in this sidequest such neglectful pieces of shit. i don't wanna return their missing pokemon to them#and finally (and this is the real stinger) why would you put something so important behind a sidequest THAT YOU CAN LOCK YOURSELF OUT OF#context for those who don't know earlier in the game you can buy a bunch of stolen pokemon from the game's black market#and this sidequest involves returning them to their original trainers#the problem is that if anything happens to those pokemon then you're completely fucked out of getting the mega/z-ring#the game checks for the pokemon's ot so if you released these specific pokemon or traded them then you're fucked#i think it also checks for if the pokemon evolved? not sure on that one but i wouldn't put it past rebron to be that stupid#also the amount of time between buying these pokemon and this sidequest is huge#so if you didn't know about the sidequest ahead of time the chances of you getting locked out of it by some mistake go up#if it didn't infuriate me so much it would almost be interesting how someone could fuck up game design so badly#anyway. im mad because while i didnt get locked out of this quest i got locked out of different quest because i sold one of the required#items that you only get once. so im hacking it in when i unlock sandbox mode lol#reborn lb
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being alive at the time i gleaned some general elements abt encanto but never actually heard we don't talk about bruno beyond awareness it existed popping off & i think i heard like the title recited off key off rhythm but in a way that indicates speak singing nonetheless lol so upon experiencing it it's like oh but it's the Verses? while the last refrain goes harder but prior to that it's comparatively underwhelming to said verses which feels appropriate like verses / pieces of a larger picture & that a "we don't talk about him" as a disappointing Lid on infinitely richer more characterful & dynamic "but: talking about him" instances. like well personally it'd be like um seven foot frame....anyway besides being able to firsthand go like oh damn Real (the kind of thing you know exists if alive at the time) it's like alright hang on lol. one thing when a core theme is yeah like "is it a refuge if 'especial' vulnerability ultimately gets pushed out rather than made safer" subset like the parties whose even observation of truths (problems) & drawing attention to them is seen as Ruining Things, like if you're painted as Making futures that aren't simply what's desired or reassuring rather than a guidance via just observing & sharing the truth. but then it's like whaddaya mean living in fear of bruno stuttering and stumbling you could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling lmao like now that's just Association between the Truth Perceiving & Telling behavior & behavior that's just apparently distinctive of the same person. & like Not Accidentally when [what if people were magic] specifics are obviously primarily abt a metaphorical meaning & like, indeed it was made clear like oh this situation isn't Just b/c [boo we hate your prophecies] & that [an Ability that isn't directed towards what anyone Wants / is "weird" even by these magic standards] isn't Coincidentally given to someone who just so happens to already be "weird" in other ways & be set up to have a different perspective & be pushed away due to having the supposed "extra" vulnerability of unmet needs / insufficient support, same as someone who doesn't "correctly" have any kind of magic ability....like yeah banger and also like Oh Yeah Kind Of Devastating re: that metaphorical resonance allowing for like [set the metaphor aside] now hang on with this about this disabled family member lol. misinterpretation to The Ruinerrr / The Problemmm / The Maliciousss etc (i.e. the scapegoatinggg) despite their efforts likely entirely to the contrary. then despite like, efforts aside, Just Existing, always kind of muttering & mumbling like & what of it. & then like oh sorry weird pets. weird [auspicious for adaptable tenacious thriving surviving; either way simply creatures, existing] pets.
truly like As Is The Idea I'm Sure quickly becomes like hands behind back standing at the window Uh Oh Sisters musing on all the [disabled person] metaphorical & already literal elements there. blair witching it in contemplation like We've All Been There whether being so resented for the mere disruption of "existing in a group as the 'abnormal' odd one out" or like people talking shit abt anything associated w/you as soon as you've left the room, which is also made relevant like, this wasn't Only directed at this person when seemingly permanently gone, nor were they unaware / unaffected prior....pacing in the Musing parlor like things don't Have to be compared to billions but i only ever even see so many things & it's like billions sure is like "get scapegoated rword" & then said scapegoating is presented as only beneficial & we hate autists & even beyond that it's like, grabbing billions, Imagine If Things Meant To Be About Something Were About Something. quite a contrast when they are & furthermore like, deliberate thought & Care for [who gets scapegoated & why] & the truth of like, people getting pushed aside & out who have a key perspective & are primed / liable to come through for others similarly vulnerable & the supposedly Ruinous, Problems Generating disruptiveness is actually the strongest effort to make essential changes to a group. & come through with like, it'd be undermining thee point if it was "reassuring" us like oh haha people will be supportive b/c bruno will be more normal, so great that it Didn't like no, no Normality Reassurance(tm), presence of abnormalities(tm), Good, & everyone Can Deal b/c if you don't then it's pushing this person away, is exactly what happens, including even if they're still Around but are being mistreated b/c that is entirely part of that pushing away like anyone's victim blaming is ready to pounce at any time but if someone can't stand to stay / leaves b/c they can't see another option like that's not out of nowhere nor Regardless of what full support & flexibility they were getting lol. these Active Measures everyone loves so much, which are everywhere always & would include Staying & Trying To Make It Work & those efforts would be "disruptive" & resented & Bringing It On Oneself & etccc smh
that is to all say like. Woww when clearly basically the core thread was these beats of like, the crucial site of [thee scapegoated], & why that comes down on someone & how that plays out. endless ideas about how someone weird(tm) & disabled (&/or queer. but there's no Or here lol. & again like it's a Context like, to even be the one person without kids? likely not living up to "full" correct sexuality in that way alone; any oppression's logics of "inferiority" being logics of ableism, ready examples being that "inferior" race, gender, sexuality (& their experiences as people classed as inferior) all being pathologized as disordered) are seen & treated as someone Ruining Things & who cannot belong like whew. bracing. winding. which, i also recall like i was watching with headphones & during this one dialogue pause i was like "?? what's this Extra Sound i heard there" & had to go over it like twice before being hit upside the head like well it Was still the dialogue pause but it was also bruno Stuttering in a very quiet whisper for the duration of that pause before continuing like iiiiiiii x_x
#[sitting waiting right here] for billions to have its vulnerable weird scapegoated misfit outcasts actually band together lmao....#like Sure Doesn't b/c billions is like we all hate weirdos & we all love telling them to shut tf up & go away to die or w/e. correctly#can't believe ultimately the Different fund disappears w/o its scapegoat & the Correct ''weird'' char is full axe cap mode finally#& it's sure not a Comment when billions affectionately gives them their free heavenly reward & Ensure zero scapegoating consequences#the [imagine if something about something was about something] approach to Banished Relatives being thoughtful & loving like#& here you see how even As they're banished everything isn't Really fixed for it incl. that people aren't Really just happy he's gone#billions is like no we killed him And everyone has gladly & legitimately forgotten he exists (save the instant it's time to use him)#the hilarious(tm) tragedies surrounding rian like billions' can't make her ''care'' abt winston be anything save more violence#can't pretend rian was anything more than [again we all Know your nads like w/taylor like w/winston] bagina + dialogue source combo in s6#when it's still dimly relevant for prince in s7 but you miss Nothing re: rian if you have no idea that plotline exists#& speaking of actual ''weirdness'' rian was never allowed to have: the tragedy of the tension of Closeted Transness present on screen fr#just as billions has no idea / further willingness to let rian be so ''weird'' as to actually care abt winston or abt not being a bully Lol#meanwhile i figured like oh i'll like a scapegoat. did know ahead of time like bruno's just some guy; not even ''redeemable'' antagonist#but In Practice & w/all that beloved Disabledness & crucial appreciation like you Need this guy; the understanding is Key#like well ofc i would kill for him. ofc just constant like mhm go off king slay fire etc. god tier character cherished forever thanks#but then also like im sure a zillion [intention; inspiration; thoughts] going into Tfw Family Things characters; a zillion interpretions &#thoughts to follow like it truly is Arresting like this clarity on A Disabled Person In The Group like. much much to consider & whew.#reference point like when autistic ppl in some job see an obvious [problem to future mess] pipeline; so you know bruno madrigal. My Vision#When You're So Hated like hey i wanna live unseen w/my so hated little friends lol. just reread how to disappear completely never be found#when it's like grabbing people Who Cares if someone's being ''obviously'' disabled or weird just as how they are existing godddd#people get so mean like Who Cares just talk to them; be around them. some effort some mind your own business some You're Not Above Them#when it's obviously You like yeah. nonzero but limited applicability like [specifically my own nuclear family] but re: Weird; Disabled#as ever i'll Relate & be like but i probably seem nothing like that. or maybe i am very much like that. kind of difficult to tell b/c like#you Do get the disinterest lol & feedback is Not that familiar / in depth even if positive like well. the emergent So Hated / Scapegoating#noting like if a character just seems refreshingly familiar; Understood; comfortable; fun; what's the odds they're cishet allistic lol....#anyway the epiphany like oh it was figurative blink & you miss it stuttering....did [waiiit] Pace that one off like inhaaale Waugh#in fact i'm sure the Verbalizing Effort has staved off the kind of [thinks about all of it a moment] to go Aauughhh about again#which; again; also something happening 5 yrs in re: the clairvoyant soothsayer autistic neuroqueer quant on the show w/No Thoughts abt it#ppl being invalidated by others having to validate themselves (& others in the same boat); billions going & How We Hate Them For It lol#oh & encanto's [excluded party's effort to partake] tragedy vs billions' [where's winston in this office? this event?] good riddance idc
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ExHusband!Simon x Reader
You Want a Divorce? (Two)
Note: I feel like this is so bad im sorry!!!!
CW: Angst, titty sucking, passionate asf sex, simon missed ur pussy and you very much and vise versa, breeding kink, PIV (no protection, pls use it irl), squirting, simon eats the FUCK out of ur pussy, multiple orgasms, praise, hint of degradation, possessive!simon, OVERSTIMULATION, slight daddy kink⊠sorry
Part One
It was a quiet ride, the subtle sweeps of cars fleeting by as Simon gripped the wheel, eyes trailing off to the side to look at you briefly. Your head was leaned against the window, your knees knocking together anxiously as your daughter babbled in the back, cooing about how Mummy and Daddy were now back together.
You tried to hide the shed of tears that filtered across your iris, every small childish mumble like a stab to the gut as you listened to the genuine happiness in her tone. You would turn around occasionally with a small smile as you reached out to tickle her foot, giggles filling the car.
Simon pulled in, the car bouncing slightly as it hit the gravel carpark, his hand swerving into a spot before he turned to the back. âYou excited, baby?â
Ellaâs face lit up as she fumbled to take off her seatbelt, âGet me, Daddy! Get me! I wanna see the lions!â It was refreshing knowing she still viewed Simon as her hero, no matter how distant he was in their lives. You knew that even though your ex-husband was rarely around, his time with them did everything it could to mend the time apart. Toby woke up at the commotion, the toddler having slept the whole way there despite his older sisterâs constant bickering about what animals she had to see first.
Everything seemed to flash past you as you walked inside, the whir of kids and noise sending your brain into overdrive as your eyes flickered to Simon with Ella swinging around on his shoulders and Toby kicking his legs in the stroller. You looked away; breath shaky as you attempted to compose yourself. This was supposed to be a happy day, for all of you, yet seeing him with your children, something that was supposed to be normal, felt so distant and unknown. Gathering yourself, you plastered a fake smile, hands reaching out to pinch your sonâs cheeks as you grabbed the stroller.
Your heart hammered in your chest for the remainder of the day, fingers tingling with anxiety that bled into your veins, consuming your lungs with what seemed like everything but oxygen. It was a series of squeals and commotions from your young ones, their elation evident through the bright glow of their face, soft red resting on the apples of their cheeks. As the day quieted down, Toby slumped in the stroller as you tucked him into the car seat, his new plush crocodile cradled into his arms, mouth wide open as subtle breaths snored out.
Ella was cradled into Simonâs shoulder, her shoes half hanging off as she clutched onto him, dead asleep. You settled into the ride home yet your anxiety only seemed to heighten. You were alone with Simon, with no kiddish voices to break the tension, brown orbs glaring into the side of your face.
âShould we talk about this morning?â
You scoffed. âYou have some nerve asking to talk about this morning,â you screamed into a hush, âWhat you did was completely disrespectful. Not only did you break into my house and kick my date out, but you left our kids in the car! What the fuck were you thinking?â
He cleared his throat, almost like he wanted to hold back how he felt. You noticed the white in his knuckles as he gripped the wheel, right eye twitching as he stared at the squiggles of tar ahead. âI donât want our kids growing up thinking itâs normal for parents to separate. They need their mum and dad together, y/n.â
The world silenced for a second, the screams of the wind rushing past you seemed to slow as your voice cracked, seeps of emotion pouring out as you choked on your breath, âThen you should have fought for your family, Simon. There is no us anymore, itâs just them. Theyâre all that connects us now.â
You felt like all the ivory had been sucked out of your eyes, endless pits of your pupil consuming you whole, blurring your vision with fog as you blinked, hot streams of liquid salt spilling onto your cheeks, brimming at the cracks of your lips as you sniffled. You could feel his hesitation as he looked at you.
His words regurgitated in his throat as he stammered, tangled limbs reaching out to grip yours as you pulled away.
âJust drop us home.â
Your eyes had dried now, soft stains of bare skin caving through your foundation as you smudged your fingers against it. Simon stuttered as he pulled up to the driveway, tyres screeching to a halt as you sat in silence.
The soft strum of fingers caught your attention as you turned around, the innocent face of Toby looking back at his parents, tongue blabbing out of his mouth. âDadda! You have dinner?â
âNo, sport. Daddyâs gotta go-â
âYeah, baby. Daddy will have dinner with us.â
You blinked at your own words, Simonâs surprised expression meeting yours. The wrench in your heart would never subside, the entirety of the beating organ still belonging to your ex-husband, but being a mother was a sacrifice. And you would sacrifice yourself in every existence you become one if it meant your children didnât have to battle the same internal wounds.
âTheyâre tucked in,â Simon said, voice soft as he noticed your withered body in the couch. Your hair was messy now, strands spitting out as you anxiously tucked them back in, smoothing them down with the dampness of your palms as you ran around all night, ushering to the demands of your children.
âThank you.â
You felt ill, your tongue cascading down your throat as you palmed at your knees, desperate for him to leave yet desperate for him to stay. Simon stilled, keys jangling in his hand before he sat down next to you, his weight disrupting the couch as he shuffled around.
âI need you to know that I did want to fight for you, y/n. I have counted every single day since you handed me those papers, waiting by my phone every single night on deployment hoping for you to text me, call me, fuck - blow my phone up. I never wanted the temporary absence that we had apart become permanent. Everything I said,â he breathed, voice cracking slightly as he looked away, âEverything I said on October 6th, 7 years ago, I meant. You werenât supposed to get away from me - I shouldnât have - I shouldnât have let you get away from me.â
It was strange. Simon was never one for feelings, the brutality of his job allowed for any harsh emotions to crack through his fingers as he pulled a trigger, any dampness of tears would sweat through his skin as he pummelled a blade into an enemies head.
But it was you. And you werenât violent, or any enemy, you were his wife, the person he vowed his entirety too.
Your anxious cascade cracked as you whimpered out a sob, chest heaving as you buried your face, tight with tears, into the pillows of your hands. You felt warmth spread through you, the texture of Simonâs fingers burning through you like wildfire, every ember he felt scorching through your flesh as he pulled you in.
Arms tangled together, intwining like wool as he wrapped you into his chest nimbly. A zephyr ran through you, your wrists clutched in his hands as you straddled him, the weight of you feeling like the grandest treasure upon him.
It was nothing strange, nor sexual but Simon recognised that cry, the differing pitch as you shuffled your frame into his. Simon knew you like the back of his hand, every crevice, every crease, every scar. He knew your backstory, and the one you made up to impress people. He knew the hex of the colour of your eyes and the print of your thumb. No papers would take that away from him.
Soaked eyelashes clumped into one as you looked up at him, orbs resembling once of a doe, innocence seeping through every inch of a salt-stained tear. His eyes met yours, apertures of cocoa reflecting your weary frame as you gripped onto him.
âLet me come home, please.â
Simonâs voice was desperate, it was raw, any shed of arrogance erased through the lines, eyebrows knotted together as he rubbed at the small of your back.
Your nod was subtle, but he could practically hear it, calloused hands gripping at the plush of your cheek and seeping through the tip of your spine, thumb rubbing at your earlobe as he clutched onto you.
Hot, seething pricks ran through your limbs as your lips connected, saline lining your mouth as he lapped at the heat of your tongue, rough groans leaving his lips as he savoured the taste.
Any diffidence left your body as familiarity sunk back into you. Hands pawed at the globe of your ass, gripping the flesh as anguished limbs wrapped around Simonâs waist.
With an easy tug, he lifted you, your hands wrapping around his neck as he pulled you in closer, teeth kissing. You never questioned Simonâs strength, and you wouldnât start now as you felt your back hit your mattress.
He tugged at his shirt, the black fabric pooling on the floor as you sucked in a breath. Your eyes traced every scar, lighter flesh engraved into the skin of his torso, a short trail of hair disappearing into his pants as you stared at his burly physique.
Simon gripped at your shirt, the material practically ripping before his hands were at your chest, grabbing at your flesh desperately as you tangled your fingers into your bra, sliding it off. His mouth was hot on your chest, the sound of moans and pants filling the air as he positioned himself between your legs, teeth grazing the hard nubs, sucking with fervour as you whined, your hand at the base of his head, cradling it.
âMissed these so fucking much,â he practically whined, groping your tits as he pinched your nipples, lips sucking deep marks of possession into the soft skin. Your pants were desperate, begging him for more as you pulled his hair, fingernails clawing at his scalp.
Your hands fumbled with your pants, hips raising as he slid them off, clumsy fingers chucking them across the room as you laughed, lips connecting once more in a giggly state as his thumb pushed against the wetness of your panties.
âMissed how fucking wet you got for me. Such a good fucking girl,â he groaned, fingers rubbing at your heat through the thin cloth eliciting a pained moan from you.
âSimon - I need more, been so long.â
He choked out a laugh as his fingers hooked into the fabric, lace dribbling down your leg before he mewled at the sight of you. His hands held your thighs apart, your soaking cunt on display as it throbbed, slick folds glistening in the poor lighting.
âPrettiest fucking pussy,â he choked out to himself, placing your legs over his shoulder as he knelt down. Your back arched as you felt his tongue lick a long stripe of your pussy, his body seething for a taste of you as his lips found your neglected clit.
He lapped at you mercilessly, your cries and moans moulding into one with the filthy squelches of his mouth against your heat. Long digits circled your entrance, teasing you, before they curled in.
Your eyes rolled, pools of ivory exposed as you let out a guttural moan, your thighs tightening around his ears as he smirked against your pussy. Cocky fingers rubbed at the right spot, favouring the clench of your tight hole as he pulled every noise he could get from you.
You were barely cohesive as he lapped at your slick, the throbbing of your clit edging him on as he soothed your g-spot with the pad of his fingers. The coil you had only ever felt with Simon began to build, the familiar sensation pooling in your stomach as you stuttered out a whimper.
âSi- too much - Iâm gonna-â
âThatâs it baby,â he cooed, pulling away from your pussy for a second to take in your expression as you came, your face contorted with pleasure as your legs jerked, pussy wrapping tighter around his abusing digits as he fucked you through it with them. You looked down at him, saliva and your slick coating his mouth and chin as he grinned.
You stammered out a groan as his mouth attached back on your pussy, slurping up your liquid gold as you attempted to push his head away in overstimulation.
âOh my- fuck - Simon - too much,â you whimpered your words commanding him to continue as he guzzled around your clit, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as your legs shook uncontrollably.
It wasnât long before the continuation from your previous orgasm rose again, heat swarming your lower belly as you screamed out, your hand slapping over your mouth as you felt Simonâs spare hand wrap around your thigh, squeezing tightly.
You pulled at his hair, tugging at the ashy roots before you were gushing around his fingers and tongue again, sloshing liquids soaking your sheets as he groaned at the taste, mouth lapping it up with vigour. You whined in humiliation, the overwhelming pleasure becoming too much as you heaved.
âSi - no more -â
âIâm sorry baby, too fucking good. Will never get enough of your pussy.â
His words were filthy yet only held the truth, his continuous slurps against your heat causing your body to jerk as you relentlessly bucked your hips. Simonâs abuse continued on your pussy, your pussy gushing and coming another 6 times before he was satisfied, the sheet under you drenched in both your slick and squirt as Simon milked your overwhelmed cunt, claiming he was âmaking up for the months lostâ.
You were dry heaving, throat dry as he captured your lips in a kiss, the taste of you infiltrating into your glands as you groaned, his hands reaching to tug at your breasts as he took in your fucked out state, legs jiggling and twitching as your pussy convulsed at the number of orgasms he dragged out of you.
You felt like you had been lying here for hours, yet you werenât satisfied. You would only be content when he was inside you, stretching you to the brim as he pumped a load inside your worn-out hole.
âSimon - please - I canât⊠I need you now,â you were practically crying, tears shedding at the brim of your eyes, bottom lip jutting out as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, slicking back the sweat on your forehead.
âI know baby, done so well for Daddy, hm? Even after all that you still need to be plugged full of me donât you?â
You nodded as a harsh slap landed against your clit, your body jolting as you squeaked. âYes, please,â you cried, âPlease Daddy.â
His hands were like clockwork, tearing at his jeans as they released his cock, a satisfied groan leaving his body as he gripped at the tent in his pants, a sticky wet patch soaking the material before his length throbbed out, angry tip slapping his stomach as a trail of precum glistened against the base of his cock.
His dick was flushed red, begging for release as he ran it through the squelch of your sopping folds, rubbing against your manipulated clit as you moaned.
Your hands gripped his head as he leant down to kiss you, his arm holding him up while the other positioned himself at your entrance. He stilled for a moment, cock almost pressing in before he whispered, âI love you.â
âI love you.â
The words were soft yet meaningful, your eyes interlocked as he began to push inside, your mouth gasping open as you clutched onto his shoulders. It was hard when you were together all those years to get accustomed to his frightening length, and now it had been a year and the stretch was searing through you.
âI know, sweet girl, you can take it. Such a tight cunt for me, so fucking good.â
Fingernails clawed at his back as he pushed in, your whines muffled by the palm of his hand as he held himself up his elbows. âHoly fuck,â he spluttered as he bottomed out, his lips connecting to your neck as he sucked, resting inside you for a second as you whimpered.
The burn slowly faded as you rutted against him impatiently, the tip of his cock resting against your sweet spot as you gasped.
âSo fucking impatient, always been such a slut for me. Havenât you?â
You nodded, whining as he began to move, moving his hips slowly as he rubbed inside you perfectly, your mouth wide open as your head lolled back. A series of expletives tipped from your tongue as you choked on the air, Simonâs pace picking up at your dramatic noises.
âFuck - taking me so well-â he grunted, hands groping at your tits as he watched your pussy absorb his length. It was an obscene sight and he loved it. Every fibre of your being belonged to him and it was something he constantly craved.
âAll fucking mine - shit - my fucking pussy,â he grunted, thumb rubbing at your clit as you mewled, twitching below him as he spat, âmy fucking wife - got the tightest fucking cunt just for me.â
You clenched around him at his words, knowing it was true as his balls slapped against your ass, skin spanking against each other as the sound filled the room, ecstasy roaring through both of your veins as you made love.
The squelch of your pussy was taboo as he lapped in the missed sound. His eyes took in the way your body reacted to every movement, no matter how small. He took in the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, lower stomach bulging as he pounded into you.
âFuck - Simon - oh my God,â your words were a mere blabber, barely making sense as you clutched onto him, pulling him down to meet your lips.
âI canât pull out, baby - fuck - gotta cum in this pretty pussy. Give you another kid, hm? - shit -â
His hips didnât falter as his pace fastened, chasing his own high as he rubbed at your clit, your breaths growing shallow as your orgasm began to build. âGonna fill you with my cum until it takes. Need your belly round again and your tits full - such a good fucking mum, makes me so fucking proud.â
His words were the final straw as the build up in your stomach popped, your whole body convulsing as your pussy clenched around him, a loud groan leaving his throat before you felt the hot splashes of his cum pumping inside you.
âThatâs it baby, milk my cock. Such a good fucking girl for Daddy, gonna break you apart everyday on my cock until you never forget who you belong too.â
He didnât pull out immediately, his cum plugged inside you as some seeped out, rolling down the crevice of your ass below you. Your eyes shut, gentle pants leaving your lips as you felt Simonâs absence before a soft cloth was wiped gently across your sex and masculine arms were gripping onto you, carrying you into the guest room before engulfing you into a thrill of heat, Simonâs chest against your back as you fell asleep.
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Your Weekly TV Guide
On Monday you can expect:
2:30 PM: Hermitcraft - Rescuing Rusty
And Tuesday:
2:30 PM: Adventure Time
Wednesday:
2:30 PM: AT
Thursday:
2:30 PM: AT
Friday:
2:30 PM: AT - Petrigrof
Saturday:
2:30 PM: Just Desserts - Pets
Sunday:
2:30 PM: Sona daily goings-on
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#Weekly TV Guide#Gdit I did it again lol#I remembered like two days ago and then it just *whoosh*#I'd say remind me to just stockpile these but I like making them just before the week ahead#It's a fun tone-setter and surprise even for me lol#Also! I have been Exceptionally productive since the last one of these TV Guides#I've mentioned before how I'll have a week ''ready'' but not actually complete lol - like everything's edited and queued up#But I haven't done any of my usual tag silliness or captions or sometimes even put the pictures in the order I want lol#Not so this time! >:3c I not only finished this week's but literally every day til the end of the year!#Well. Almost lol - real close!#I'm still trying to decide how I want to split up the end-of-year roundup since I ended up with uhhhhhh a lot lol#Probably gonna split it between original and fanart but even that'll be pushing it :0 Might have to do a highlight reel lol#Plus the stuff that's posting like - Now? - is still from October lol so mm. The end of this year's art is gonna be a bit yet#Don't really wanna sit on it as much as possible tho - but how much will only make sense in the context of what hasn't posted yet!#I'll figure it out lol#For now enjoy the last big Adventure Time surge! :D It'll only be smatterings after this :3#I've been excited about several of these for a heck-while tho âȘ Finally finally
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Talk Dirty [Like You Need Love]
This song has me thinking heavily about expanding this into a fuller fic, so if people end up liking it, maybe I'll go ahead and finish it further! ⧠Summary: Chris was a great friend, picking you up from work whenever you had a late shift - so, it was only fair that you wanted to repay him. â§Â ⧠Word Count: 3.5k ⧠Warnings: Biker!AU, friends to ???, smut, slight dom! Chris, open ended â§Â ⧠Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns â§Â ⧠Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Baby, Good Girl, Pretty, Chris is referred to as Baby, Channie ⧠Stray Kids Masterlist ⧠General Masterlist
The streetlights came and went in intermittent strobes, passing over the two of you as his motorcycle hummed along the sparsely occupied street.
Your arms were wrapped securely around his waist just as heâd taught you, the warmth of your body against his back combating the chill of the crisp night air - he really wished he hadnât forgotten his hoodie in his rush to pick you up.
âAre you cold?âÂ
As if reading his mind, your voice floated through the comms of his helmet and he shook his head, âIâm alright, baby - donât worry about me.â
Of course, you werenât easily swayed - it was a quality he loved about you, no matter how much he preferred to be the one to look out for everyone else, you were always there to double back on him with undeterrable determination; proved by the way you leaned a little more against his back.
He wouldnât have thought twice about your sweet gesture if it werenât for the shifting of your arms, your hands slowly splayed against his torso.
âI always worry about you, ChrisâŠâ Your voice was soft, dripping with sweet honey as your right hand wandered its way higher, following the soft defined path of his chest underneath his shirt. âItâs hard not to, if Iâm honest.â
He took a short breath, unsure if this was truly happening or if his mind was playing tricks on him and twisting your intentions to fit his deep seated desires.
That is, until your left hand carefully danced its way to his thigh, sitting nicely against the cotton of his sweatpants.
âYou always do so much for everyone else- do so much for me,â your hand flexed, nails pressing lightly against his thigh, âI just wanna do something for you in return, you know?â
The bike slowed to a roll as you reached a stoplight, Chris keeping the balance with his otherwise unoccupied leg while taking the opportunity to hold onto the outside of your own thigh.
âBe careful with your words, baby - you might give me the wrong idea.â
âAre my actions not enough?â You murmured, inching your hand higher, fingertips brushing along the inseam of his sweats, âShould I do more, Channie?â
His hand left the brake clutch to wrap around your wrist, electricity flowing through your veins like a completed circuit. âYou shouldnât do this. We shouldnât do this.â
âBut I want this, I need this.â
Your hand squeezed, your voice filling his head like the intoxicating lull of a sirenâs call.
âI need you.â
Green.
Chris tapped your thigh, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine when you seamlessly went back to holding onto him just like he taught you; arms around his waist, your body against his back.
The ride to his apartment felt like second nature with you - much like other things he did with you, if he were honest with himself - and the moment he pulled into his parking spot, his movements only felt more natural.
Switch engine off. Kickstand down.
Your hands slid up his back, gripping his shoulders as you eased yourself off of his motorcycle, and by the time your touch left him, Chris hopped from his seat with learned grace - his hands unbuckling and taking off his helmet in record time.
By the time your own helmet was off, cradled in your arms, his intense gaze caught your eyes, locking you in a stare off that said more than words could convey, yet their true meaning would be lost to memory with what left his lips.
âAre you sure about this?â He breathed, âTell me right now and Iâll take you home, and we can pretend none of this happened - just, tell me.â
âChris,â his name fluttered from your lips like butterfly wings, âI meant every word, Iâm sure, Iâm so sure-â
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours - the warmth of his palm settling on your cheek in a hold that dared your knees to give out from underneath you - but as fast as theyâd appeared, they vanished, leaving you dazedly blinking up at deep brown eyes.
âCâmon.â
The journey up to his apartment was a blur; the melodic chime of the front doorâs lock welcoming you to the final stage of your decision as he ushered you through the doorway.
Shoes haphazardly kicked off next to another pile of pairs and helmets stored on a shelf, the empty living room was graced with your presence for what felt like half a second before you were finally where you needed to be.
Chrisâs room was a place youâd only been inside of a handful of times, if not to stick your head in to announce your arrival when hanging out with his roommates, then to visit whenever he had a new snippet of a song he wanted to share; there wasnât a chance for a tour then, and there certainly wouldnât be a tour now.
With a subtle flick of a switch, the once dark room was suddenly bathed in a dim glow from the led lights lining the ceiling - warm and welcoming, much like the arms that wrapped around you from behind, followed by a soft pair of lips you were quickly getting used to pressing against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
His hold grew tighter as his lips ventured higher - a dotted line of kisses, a brush of his breath against the back of your ear, followed by the ghost of his lips along the shell.Â
âAre you still sure?â
Your eyelids fluttered, your lips parting to sigh out words evoked from the fantasies of your deepest desires, âIâm yours.â
He turned you around, and for the first time you were able to truly appreciate the feeling of his lips against your own - soft, likely from the myriad of lip care products your friends tease him for, a sensation you could find yourself craving every day and never growing tired of in the end.
You kissed him back with fervor, taking the liberty of cupping the line of his jaw with one hand while the other cradled the back of his neck, the faint curls of his hair tickling your fingertips.
Chris was the first to pull away, gifting you a fleeting peck when you tried in vain to follow him, just to reach overhead and tug his shirt up and off before unceremoniously dropping it to the floor. However, he barely gave you the chance to admire the view as his hands went to help you out of your hoodie while your own hands hastily went to tug up your shirt in the messy, frantic process.
Two articles down, the warmth of his hands were now free to meet your waist and his lips were on yours once more; his hold tightening as he took a step forward, nudging and guiding you backward until the backs of your legs met the edge of his bed. Obliging to his silent request, you sat down, using the strength in your arms to wiggle yourself up enough to lay comfortably on the full sized mattress and welcome the weight of him on top of you until it wasnât.
Looking up, you were met with his heated stare, all but devouring you with his eyes as he took in the view - though, you figured you fared the same way when your eyes ventured down, following the strong slope of his shoulders before taking in the sight of his chest.
It wasnât a view you hadnât seen before thanks to his aversion of shirts in his own home - granted, it was his apartment, so you couldnât fault him for the times heâd come out of his room to see you happily chatting away with his roommates unbeknownst to him - but you could now appreciate the details you wouldnât have taken in otherwise such as defined pectorals and the smallest beginnings of abs against his otherwise soft stomach.
Ending the unintentional standoff, Chris lent forward, his fingertips just barely grazing your lower stomach as they went to the button of your jeans, âCan I?â
âPlease.â
The corner of his lips ticked up but he ducked his head before you could see the smirk blossom, though you couldnât find yourself to care once your jeans were undone, lifting your hips to help him shuffle the garment down the length of your legs and watching him give them the same fate as your shirts.
âThese too?â He mused with a teasing lilt, eyes flicking from your own to the plain black panties you wore.
A short huff brushed past your lips, an unamused pout pursuing them. âChris.â
The sound of his delighted giggles bounced off the walls, reducing the heat of arousal to a nice simmer that your nerves greatly appreciated - that is, until his fingers hooked underneath the waistband and slowly pulled them off; the sensation of his knuckles dragging along your thighs drawing a soft gasp from you.
It wasnât long until they were down your legs, past your feet, and dropped off the edge of the bed, leaving you entirely bare from the waist down.
âFuckâŠâ He breathed, propping his knee on the bed as his hands slid up from your calves to the backs of your knees, caressing your skin before gently bringing them up and out - exposing your pussy to his pure delight. âLook at you, pretty girl.â
A wave of heat washed over you followed by an embarrassed whimper, âChris, donât say that.â
âWhy not?â Looking up, he cocked his head slightly, âYou said you were mine, which means Iâm allowed to compliment whatâs mine, yeah?â He bent down, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your knee softly, âYou belong to me, right, baby?â
Your heart jumped to your throat, his words working like a spell against your lust addled mind.
âI belong to you.â You breathed softly, melting into his hypnotizing gaze.
A pleased hum vibrated through him as he dipped his head to kiss the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against your skin, âGood girl.â
His kisses trailed higher and higher, growing messier and messier as he went - a nip here, a suck there, open mouthed and worshiping until he reached your pussy.
Just as he was about to dive in face first, your hand tugged at his hair, effectively breaking him out of his tunnel vision to give you his undivided attention.
âWhatâs wrong? Do you wanna stop? I can-â
âNo! God, no - itâs justâŠâ You took a deep breath, your bravado escaping you the instant you stopped him, âI want you to eat me out, but I wanna suck your dick too. I wanna make you feel good too, Channieâ
âYou wanna suck my dick, pretty?â A shiver ran down Chrisâs spine at the mere thought, his dick painfully straining underneath his boxer briefs and sweats. âFuck, youâre gonna be the death of me, you know that? Words like that coming from a mouth like yours - youâre a fucking dream.â
His presence left from between your legs and part of you felt silly for missing it until you saw him reaching for his sweatpants - even through the black fabric you were able to make out the noticeable bulge tenting the front - the waistband of Calvin Klein nudging you in the right direction of what he wore underneath.
Pushing both articles past his hips, your eyes were immediately glued to the dips in his pelvis - the Adonis belt, a fitting alternate description of his v-line until your attention jumped to a scattering of hair beneath his navel leading to seemingly maintained pubic hair.
However, your peep show was obscured by his head as he bent forward to take his clothes off the rest of the way, giving you the chance to mentally prepare for the grand reveal. By the time he stood straight again, you couldnât help the audible gasp that left you, your eyes widening as you took him in all his glory - all of the jokes his friends would make now having validity behind their digs.
âI hope thatâs a good reactionâŠâ Chris spoke sheepishly, his ears as red as a tomato as he averted his eyes to the side, one hand twitching to cover himself while the other anxiously rubbed the back of his neck.
âChris,â your soft call was enough to bring his eyes back to you, just in time to see you undoing your bra and tossing it to the floor, âI really want you in my mouth, baby.â
The air of shyness quickly left him as he smirked, making his way back onto the bed, âSay please.â
Reaching forward, your fingers danced along the underside of his jaw before you whispered, âPlease?â
It was almost instantaneous in the way you found yourself straddled over his face, his hands massaging the plush of your thighs as if he couldnât get enough of the way they squished and jiggled under his hold.
You leaned forward, eyes eagerly taking in his dick from the new angle; he was thick, probably an inch over average if you had to guess, with the prettiest veins that begged for your tongue to trace them.
âDonât force yourself to take me, okay?â He called from the other end, the feeling of his breath against your cunt sending chills down your spine. âI know Iâm⊠yâknow, big, so I donât want you to hurt yourself to make me feel good - you letting me do this is more than enough, baby.â
âI can do it Channie,â spitting into your palm, you graciously took him into your hand with a slow stroke, âIâll be okay.â
A low groan escaped him, your sudden touch sending him into the stratosphere, âJust- Be careful for me, alright?â
Humming in agreement, you wasted no time in littering his tip in butterfly kisses and kitten licks, slowly getting yourself used to the bittersweet taste of his precum.
âShitâŠâ Not holding himself back any longer, Chris slid his hands up to your hips before pulling you back onto his mouth, his tongue eagerly diving between your folds as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summerâs day.
The action made you jolt forward, though you barely moved an inch thanks to his hold on you, your lips parting to let a moan float through.
âMm, not too loud, baby,â he spoke against your pussy, kissing the hood of your clit, âdonât wanna wake up my roommates, yeah?â
As much as the idea called to something daring within you, you shook your head, using this as an opportunity to take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth; just enough to have the weight settle on your tongue while your hand stroked what you hadnât gotten to yet.
âThere you go.â
With that, he went back to exploring your pussy with his tongue, dipping past your walls every now and then before going back to dancing around your clit - his hands enjoying their new home on the curve of your ass.
To say the feeling of his mouth on you was mind numbing wouldâve been the understatement of a lifetime - it was as if he was eating you out in the most respectfully disrespectful way, the sounds of his lips sucking your clit paired with low, breathless moans before he went back to lapping up your arousal was pure debauchery.
You tried your best to be diligent, bobbing your head in time with the curls of his tongue against your slit while your fist used whatever drool that dripped from your lips as lubricant to keep each stroke smooth and slick - your efforts not going in vain by the way his thigh would flex, or the twitch of his hips - but you were quickly falling victim to the pleasure.
âTaste so fucking good, baby,â he mouthed against your pussy, as if moving even an inch away would be detrimental to his psyche, âcould stay here forever.â
The thought had you moaning around his cock, pulling away to give your lungs the reprieve of a full breath, only for a whined exhale to follow suit. âC-Chris, please.â
âPlease, what?â Flattening his tongue, he licked a fat stripe up before giving your clit the lightest kiss imaginable, âGonna come for me, pretty? Is that what you want?â
âN-No,â dropping your face to his thigh, you focused all of your energy into keeping your hand moving, âw-wanna make you come first, just- shit, just slow down a little!â
Chris hummed, feigning deep consideration, âBut what if I want you to come for me?â His right hand slid further between your legs, his index finger stroking your fluttering walls with the promise of something more, âYou said you wanted to repay me - so, let me make you come.â
Your hips bucked, muscles yearning to press back against the pressure to send you over the edge you were dangerously teetering over. âBut-â
âBaby,â the velvet drawl of the pet name earned a pitiful hum in response, âyou wanna make me feel good, donât you?â He felt your head nod against his thigh, huffing out a short chuckle before continuing, âYou wanna ârepayâ me for everything I do for you, right?â
âYes.â You sighed out, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thumb replacing his finger in favor of toying with your clit.
âWell, guess what?â Dragging his thumb up, he pressed it against your slit, âWatching you come for me- Feeling you come for me is all I could ever want from you,â slowly pushing his thumb past your walls, he ghosted his lips against your inner thigh, âshow me how good Iâm making you feel, baby - do it for me, please.â
He punctuated his plea by swirling his tongue around your clit once more, thrusting his thumb in time with each flick while his left hand held your hip tightly.
Your mouth fell open, a moan fighting its way through your vocal chords only to come out as choked gasps, âCh-ah- Channie- Fuck- Channie p-please-â
Pressing his thumb in to the knuckle, Chris wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, humming out a low moan that proved to be the final straw to push you over the edge.
âChris- C-Chris-!â Lifting your head, you put your mouth over your arm in hopes of muffling the airy moans escaping you, your vision blurring behind pleasure-fueled tears as he worked you through your orgasm.
His thumb slipped from your entrance to make room for his tongue to lap up your cum, drinking you up like a tall glass of water after a day in the sun.
It didnât take long for you to catch your bearings, going to move away from his face until his hands tightened on your hips in silent challenge, a disgruntled grunt rising from your pure audacity of interrupting him.
âChannie, âs too much,â you whined breathlessly, wrenching your hand away from his - still hard - dick in favor of pushing yourself up onto your arms, âc-canât take it, baby, please.â
Pulling away with a lewd slurp, Chris heaved a heavy breath, combating the lightheadedness of his tunnel vision while you carefully maneuvered yourself away from him - shuffling around to hover your head over a pillow before collapsing in the empty space, your body gratefully welcoming the cool sheets against your skin.
Bated breaths danced in the otherwise quiet atmosphere, Chrisâs gaze locked on the ceiling as his lust-fogged brain tried to make sense of what just happened between the two of you.
âChannie?â
His heart fluttered at your soft call of his name, turning his head just to come across a sight that made his breath catch; you, his friend, laying beside him looking beautifully ruined with the golden afterglow of your orgasm that he gave you emanating from your body.
He tentatively licked his lips, goosebumps rising as your taste still lingered in his mouth, âYeah, baby?â
âI still wanna make you come.â You murmured softly, eyes blinking at him so innocently it almost felt wrong that it made his dick twitch at the sight. âI still owe you, after all.â
Chris huffed out a chuckle, lifting himself onto his forearm before hoisting himself above you, settling his hips between your legs as he caged you in with his arms - this was a sight he could get used to.
âInstead of making this out to be you repaying a debt, how about we turn it into a âthank youâ gift, hm?â Leaning his head down, he brushed his nose against yours, âYou thank me for the ride and the orgasm,â his lips ghosted against your own, âthen I thank you for thanking me.â
âChris, that wonât make any sense,â your voice was barely a whisper, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, âif you thank me, Iâll just thank you back - weâll be in a loop.â
âWeâll work out the details later, then.â He murmured before leaning forward, catching your lips with his and sharing your taste off of his tongue.
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đąYPNOSiS. you and heeseung have been rivals for as long as you could remember, constantly competing for the top spot in schoolâbasically everything. living next door to each other only added to the fire, the tension between you, especially when heeseungâs cocky aura never seems to waver. but one single encounter shifts the entire dynamic, leading to confusing emotions arising, jealousy, and new surprising revelations. what happens when rivalry starts to feel like itâs growing into something more?
àšà§ đAiRING. academic rival! lee heeseung x fem! reader, e2l, platonic jake sim! x reader.
àšà§ đENRE. frenemies to enemies to lovers trope, neighbours trope, slowburnish, she fell first, he fell harder, angst but vv happy & fluffy ending!! non!idol au.
àšà§ WARNiNGS. profanities, mean girl harassing yn, slight miscommunications, overthinking, heeseungsâ unfortunately vv dumb T-T, kissing, jealousy, insecurities, not proofread so expect spelling errors :3!!
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YOU HAVE ALWAYS HATED LEE HEESEUNG IN ALL YOUR YEARS OF LIVING.
or at least, thatâs what you told yourself after your crush on him in freshman year, long before he decided he didnât wanna be friends anymoreâeveryday as you stared at the back of his head in class, as you watched him stride confidently down the halls, or caught a glimpse of him outside your window, you knew you hated him.
it wasnât hatred in the traditional sense, but rather an intense, gnawing resentment that had grown over the years.
he was your biggest rivalâhad been since childhood.
every achievement, every reward you earned, was always tainted by the fact that heeseung was right there, just a step ahead or a breath behind, competing with you for the same crown.
for as long as you could remember, it had been you and heeseung battling for the title of ânumber 1â in everything.
academics, sports, student councilâif there was something to win, one of you would, and the other would be left second place, seething with anger.
you both knew it, and so did the rest of the schoolâthe rivalry between the two of you was practically legendary.
and it didnât help that you were neighbors.
from your bedroom window, you had a perfect view into heeseungâs room.
the distance between the two houses was just a few meters, and if you opened your windows at the same time, you could practically hear each other breathing.
there were nights when you could see the dim glow of his desk lamp as he studied late into the eveningâno doubt working just as hard as you were, trying to maintain his title over you.
heeseung was infuriating, cocky, arrogant, andâworst of allâtalented.
it wasnât enough that he was smartâhe was also athletic, charismatic, and effortlessly incredibly popular.
heâd never let you forget it, either, there wasnât a day that passed without him throwing a smug comment your way about how heâd beat you in the last exam or how he scored higher in a math test by a single point.
âyou almost had me that time,â heâd say with a smirk, as if being second place wasnât a knife in your chest.
so, naturally, youâd responded in a way anyone else would, throwing curses and insults his way whenever you could.
it was a defense mechanism, a way to keep the bitter rivalry alive.
but deep down, you had to admit, there was something almost exciting about it.
heeseung pushed you to be better, to work harderâand while you loathed the look he gave you every time he won, there was something about his presence that you couldnât quite shake off.
then, one morning, everything changed.
it was a normal tuesday, and you were getting ready for school as usual.
the sun was barely rising, casting a soft golden light into your room.
you were standing in front of your mirror, adjusting your uniform, when something caught your eye from the windowâmore specifically, someone.
heeseung.
at first, you didnât think much of itâafter all, his window was right across from yours, and youâd seen him countless times getting ready for the day.
but then you realizedâhe wasnât just standing there, he was shirtless.
your heart skipped a beatâyou froze, eyes wide, as you took in the sight of him.
his hair was still messy from his slumber, and his skin was glowing softly in the glow of the morning light.
youâd never really thought about heeseung in any way other than as your obnoxious rival, but seeing him like thisâbare and vulnerableâyou couldnât deny that it did something to you.
you tried to tear your eyes away, but for some reason, you couldnât.
you felt your cheeks grow hot as you stood there, practically staring at him.
and thatâs when he turned his head.
he caught you.
heeseungâs eyes flickered toward your window, and for a split second, you thought maybeâjust maybeâhe wouldnât notice.
but then his lips curled into that familiar smirk, the one that always made you want to punch him, and he raised an eyebrow.
slowly, he stepped closer to the window, clearly amused by the fact that youâd been caught staring.
your heart hammered in your chest, this was the most mortifying moment of your life.
before you could react, heeseung opened his window, pushing it up with a soft creak.
his smirk widened as he leaned against the windowsill, his bare chest still on full display.
and then, he did something you didnât expectâhe motioned for you to open your window.
for a moment, you just stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
every fiber of your being screamed at you to ignore him, to pretend this never happened.
but there was something about the way he was looking at youâsomething playful, something almost⊠flirty? it sent your brain into a whirlwind of confusion.
with shaky hands, you hesitated, then slowly cracked open your window, just enough to hear him.
âwhat? did you enjoy the view?â he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
your face flushed even hotterâthis was not happening. lee heeseung was flirting with you?
he had never flirted with you beforeâhe was usually busy insulting you or trying to one-up you.
but now? now he was standing there, shirtless, with that stupid grin on his face, teasing you like this was some kind of game.
âiâwhat are you even talking about?â you stammered, trying desperately to regain some sense of control. âi wasnât staring, freak!â
heeseung chuckled softly, the sound sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.
âsure, you werenât. itâs okay to admit it, you know? i get it. i am pretty hard to resist.â
you gaped at him, utterly speechles, was this really happening? was he seriously being⊠flirty?
your brain couldnât handle itâwithout thinking, you slammed your window shut, the sound echoing through the quiet morning air.
your heart was racing as you quickly yanked the blinds down, cutting off any possibility of him seeing your red, embarrassed face.
you leaned back against the wall, your hand pressed to your chest as you tried to calm down.
what the hell just happened? was this some new tactic of his to throw you off your game? to mess with your head right before exams?
or⊠was it something else entirely?
for the first time in years, you found yourself truly confused about lee heeseung, and that terrified you.
you tried to push the incident out of your mind, but it clung to your thoughts like a stubborn stain you couldnât scrub away.
that strange encounter with heeseung left you feeling unsettled, his cocky grin and the way his eyes lingered on you making you feel things you didnât want to acknowledge.
flirting. it was definitely flirting. but why? what was his angle?
in the days that followed, things got even weirder.
heeseung, your sworn academic rival, the bane of your existence, had suddenly⊠softened.
the mean remarks, the casual tauntsâgone.
instead, heâd been acting almost⊠considerate?
you noticed it first when you were walking into class one morning, arms full with textbooks and a coffee in hand.
normally, heeseung would be the first to slip in front of you and let the door slam shut in your faceâjust to get under your skin, of course.
but that morning, he held the door open for you, his eyes meeting yours briefly as he gave you a small nod.
âthanks,â you mumbled, confused but too caught off guard to say anything more.
he didnât say anything eitherâno smug response, no condescending smile.
he just let you walk through the door and quietly followed you inside. the whole thing was⊠unnerving.
then, during class, he didnât try to one-up you during discussions, didnât toss his usual gloating looks your way when he answered a question right before you could.
he was just sitting there, minding his own business.
you couldnât understand it. this wasnât the heeseung you knewâthe heeseung youâd spent years battling, exchanging insults, and outdoing each other.
this version of him, quiet and strangely kind, threw you off balance, and it only got worse.
in the hallways, heeseung started greeting.
not with his usual sarcasm, but with a simple, âhey.â sometimes, heâd even smile at youâan actual smile, not that infuriating smirk he usually wore.
you didnât know what to do with it. your brain felt like it was short-circuiting every time he looked at you, like you couldnât reconcile this new heeseung with the one who had spent years making your blood boil.
it wasnât just you who noticed the change, eitherâyour friends started giving you weird looks every time heeseung passed by without some snarky comment.
one day, your friend mina leaned over during lunch and whispered, âwhatâs up with heeseung? heâs been acting like⊠different lately.â
âi donât know,â you muttered, stabbing at your food with more force than necessary. âmaybe heâs finally grown up.â mina raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.
âor maybe heâs just tired of pretending to hate you.â
you nearly choked on your drink. âwhat?â
âcome on,â mina said, smirking. âitâs obvious. heeseungâs been obsessed with you for years. heâs probably just finally figured out that he actually likes you.â
you scoffed, shaking your head. âthatâs ridiculous. heeseung hates me. weâve been rivals since we were kids.â
mina shrugged. ârivals, sure. but that doesnât mean he hates you. sometimes people use rivalry as an excuse to get close to someone.â
you didnât want to believe it. you couldnât believe it. heeseung liking you? it made no sense.
he was obnoxious, arrogant, and had made your life hell for years.
there was no way he suddenly had feelings for you. no. it was all some gameâsome twisted strategy to throw you off your game. right?
but then there was that nagging feeling deep inside, the one you didnât want to acknowledgeâ the same ones you felt not too many years ago.
the one that kept reminding you of how your heart had skipped a beat when you saw him shirtless through the window.
how your pulse quickened every time he smiled at you now, even if you hated to admit it.
the realization was creeping in slowly, like a slow, dread filled idea building in your chest.
the truth was, heeseung had always been more than just your rival. heâd always been the one person who could get under your skin in ways no one else could.
and maybe, there was something thereâsomething that went beyond the rivalry.
but before you could make sense of it, everything had changed again.
a few days later, you noticed a new face in school.
she was strikingâtall, with long, dark hair and a bright smile that seemed to light up the room.
she moved through the hallways with an air of confidence, making friends effortlessly.
within days, it felt like everyone knew her nameâyou quickly learned her name too: haerin.
at first, you didnât pay much attention to her.
she was new, sure, but you had more important things to worry aboutâlike the upcoming exams.
but then you noticed something that made your stomach twist in a way you couldnât explain.
heeseung was spending time with herâa lot of time.
you saw them together between classes, walking side by side, talking and laughing.
heeseung, who had been oddly nice to you lately, now seemed to be focusing all his attention on this new girl.
it was subtle at firstâjust casual conversations, a friendly smile here and thereâbut soon, you started seeing them together all the time.
and it wasnât just their proximity that bothered you. it was the way they were so⊠touchy.
heeseung would lean in close when he talked to her, his hand brushing her arm casually as he laughed at something she said.
sheâd playfully nudge him back, her eyes sparkling.
it was the kind of easy, natural closeness that made you feel sick to your stomach.
jealousy was a foreign emotion for youâespecially when it came to lee heeseung.
youâd never thought youâd care about who he spent time withâbut seeing him with haerin, seeing how comfortable they were together, made something ugly and bitter rise in your chest.
you couldnât shake the feeling that you were being replaced.
that whatever strange connection you and heeseung had been developing was being overshadowed by this new girl.
as much as you tried to ignore it, the jealousy gnawed at you.
you couldnât help but compare yourself to haerinâshe was charming, effortlessly likable.
she fit in with heeseungâs world in a way that you never could.
you were his rival, his equal in competition, but haerin? she was someone who made him smile without the sharp edges.
you hated it. hated how it made you feel. hated how you started to question if heeseung had ever really changed at all, or if he had just been playing some long game with you.
days passed, and heeseungâs attention on haerin only seemed to grow.
they were inseparable now, and every time you saw them together, your heart clenched painfully.
the worst part was, heeseung barely even looked at you anymore.
he had stopped greeting you in the hallways, stopped holding the door for you, stopped leaving those lingering glances that had started to make your stomach flip.
it felt like you were disappearing from his world.
but maybe that was for the best, you thoughtâmaybe heeseung was never meant to be anything more than your rival.
and maybe you were just fooling yourself into thinking there could be something more.
you had always prided yourself on your confidence.
in all the years you spent locked in competition with heeseung, youâd never doubted your abilities.
sure, he was goodâannoyingly goodâbut so were you.
you matched him step for step, beat him sometimes, and when you didnât, you got back up, ready to fight again.
but now, something was shifting, and it had nothing to do with grades or exams.
it had everything to do with haerin.
insecurity was new for you, but it was impossible to ignore, everywhere you looked, she was thereâlaughing with heeseung, brushing against him like theyâd known each other for years, not just a couple of weeks.
they were so casual with each other, so comfortable.
you told yourself it didnât matter, that heeseungâs friendships didnât affect you.
but it did. it was starting to eat away at you, piece by piece.
what was worse was that you found yourself wondering why it wasnât you.
why had heeseung been so kind to you one minute and then completely shifted his attention to someone else?
had all those smiles, those lingering glances, meant nothing? maybe youâd misread everything.
maybe it had never been anything more than a temporary truce in your endless battle.
but no matter how much you tried to brush it off, the truth was impossible to denyâyou were jealous.
you hated that it felt like haerin was taking your place in heeseungâs life.
you hated the way she made him laugh so easilyâand most of all, you hated how small and insignificant it made you feel.
and then came the final straw.
it was a friday afternoon, the cafeteria bustling with noise as students crowded around tables for lunch.
you were sitting with your usual group, mina chatting about some drama sheâd seen on tv, but your attention was elsewhereâlocked on the sight of heeseung and haerin across the room.
they were sitting together, as usualâhaerin was leaning in close, whispering something that made heeseung throw his head back in laughter.
your chest tightened at the sightâyou tried to look away, to focus on minaâs story, but it was impossible.
that green, bitter feeling of jealousy twisted in your stomach, making you feel sick.
âare you even listening?â minaâs voice broke through your thoughts, and you blinked, turning back to her.
âyeah, sorry,â you muttered, forcing a smile. âjust⊠tired, i guess.â
mina raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but before she could say anything, someone approached your table.
it was haerin.
you looked up, startled to see her standing there with a carton of milk in hand, a sweet smile on her face.
but there was something about her expression that felt⊠off.
her eyes gleamed with a certain smugness that sent warning bells ringing in your mind.
âoopsââ haerinâs voice was sickeningly sweet as she âaccidentallyâ tipped the milk carton over, sending the liquid spilling across the table and right into your lap.
your entire body stiffened as the cold milk soaked through your clothes, shock momentarily paralyzing you.
the cafeteria seemed to go quiet around you as everyone turned to look at the scene unfolding.
haerinâs smile didnât waver for a second.
âoh my god, iâm so sorry!â she exclaimed, though there wasnât a trace of sincerity in her voice. âthat was totally an accident!â
you could feel your pulse pounding in your ears as your mind raced to process what had just happened.
the milk was cold, seeping into your uniform, but that was the least of your concerns.
you knew it wasnât an accident. haerin had done it on purpose, and judging by the look in her eyes, she wanted to humiliate you in front of everyone.
for a second, you felt frozenâthe room was watching, the sound of whispers starting to make its way through the crowd as they waited to see what you would do.
âit wasnât an accident,â you said, your voice sharp and louder than you intended.
you stood up abruptly, glaring at haerin. âyou did that on purpose.â
haerinâs smile didnât falterâshe tilted her head, feigning innocence as she blinked at you.
âi donât know what youâre talking about. it was just an accident, really. no need to get so upset.â
the fake sweetness in her voice set your teeth on edge.
anger bubbled up in your chest, mixing with the hurt and insecurity youâd been bottling up for days.
âthatâs a lie,â you snapped. âyouâve been trying to mess with me since you got here.â
the whispers around you grew louder as people leaned in, watching the confrontation unfold.
haerinâs eyes flickered with amusement, but before you could say anything else, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
âhey, whatâs going on here?â
you turned to see heeseung standing a few steps away, his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked between you and haerin.
for a moment, relief washed over you. heeseung had seen everything, right? heâd understand what was happening, and for once, heâd take your side.
but then haerin turned her wide, innocent eyes on him, her lower lip jutting out in a perfect pout.
âi accidentally spilled milk on her,â she said, her voice soft. âbut she thinks i did it on purpose. i donât know why sheâs so madâŠâ
you watched in disbelief as heeseungâs expression softened.
he glanced at you, but there was no anger in his eyesâonly frustration.
âcome on,â he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âit was an accident. donât make a big deal out of it.â
your heart sank.
you couldnât believe what you were hearingâheeseung was taking her side? after everything youâd been through, after all the strange kindness heâd shown you in the past few days, he was choosing to believe her over you?
âthatâs not what happened!â you shouted, your voice breaking with frustration. âshe did it on purpose! you sawââ
âjust drop it,â heeseung said, cutting you offâhis tone was tired, as if this whole situation was just an inconvenience to him.
âyouâre seriously overreacting.â
the words hit you like a punch to the gut. overreacting? he was dismissing youâagain.
something in you snappedâwithout another word, you turned on your heel and bolted from the cafeteria, ignoring the whispers and stares that followed.
the humiliation, the betrayalâit was too much to bear.
you found yourself in the empty janitorâs room, the quiet darkness swallowing you whole.
you slid down the wall, burying your face in your hands as the tears finally came.
everything hurtâyour pride, your heart, and the foolish hope youâd had that heeseung might actually care about you.
the cold, dim room was silent, except for your quiet sobs.
you tried to keep them in, biting your lip, but the tears just kept coming.
your hands trembled as they gripped your knees, pulling yourself into a ball on the floor of the empty janitorâs room.
it was the only place you could think to hide, the only place where no one would find you in this humiliating state.
you couldnât believe how things had turned outâeverything was a mess.
not just the milk soaking into your uniform, but the betrayal from heeseung, the stupid jealousy you felt toward haerin, and the way the entire cafeteria had seen you break down.
your head spun with anger and sadness, and no matter how hard you tried to calm yourself, the tears kept flowing.
then, there was a soft knock on the door.
you stiffened, wiping your face furiously with the back of your sleeve.
whoever it was, you didnât want them to see you like this.
but before you could pull yourself together, the door creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped inside.
âhey⊠are you okay?â
jake sim?
you blinked up at him, confused, you hadnât expected anyone to come looking for you, least of all jakeâheeseungâs rival on the basketball court and someone youâd barely spoken to outside of class.
he closed the door behind him, giving you a soft, understanding smile as he crouched down in front of you.
you sniffed, quickly wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks.
âwhat are you doing here?â you asked, your voice still shaky. jake shrugged, sitting down beside you on the cold floor.
âi saw what happened in the cafeteria. i figured you might want to be alone, but⊠i also thought you could use some company.â
you looked away, embarrassed that heâd witnessed everythingâthe last thing you wanted was for anyone to see you like this, but at the same time, the quiet sympathy in his voice was oddly comforting.
âi donât need company,â you muttered, but the words lacked conviction.
jake chuckled softly. âmaybe not, but iâm staying anyway.â for a few moments, neither of you said anything.
jake sat beside you in silence, giving you space to collect your thoughtsâit was strange how easy it felt to be around him.
even though youâd never been particularly close, his presence wasnât overwhelming or intrusive. it was just⊠there, solid and dependable.
finally, you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall. âit was her,â you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
âhaerin. she did it on purpose.â
jake nodded. âi figured. sheâs been hanging around heeseung a lot lately. guess she thought picking a fight with you would get her more attention.â
you clenched your fists, feeling the anger bubble up again. âand heeseung⊠he just believed her. he didnât even listen to me. he just⊠told me to drop it, like it didnât matter.â
jake was silent for a moment, then sighed, running a hand through his hair.
âyeah, that wasnât cool of him. i donât know whatâs going on with heeseung, but what he did today was wrong. you deserved better than that.â
the simple validation of your feelings made something inside you crack open.
you hadnât realized how much you needed to hear thatâhow much you needed someone to understand what you were going through.
âthank you,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
jake smiled at you, the kind of smile that felt genuine and warm. âanytime.â
for a while, you sat there in silence, letting the tension of the day slowly nib away in jakeâs quiet company.
it was strangeâthis was the first real conversation youâd ever had with him, but somehow, it felt like youâd known him for longer.
there was no awkwardness, no pressure to fill the silence with unnecessary words. he was just⊠there.
after a while, you finally spoke again. âwhy are you being so nice to me?â you asked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.
jake chuckled softly. âis it that surprising?â
âa little,â you admitted. âi mean, weâve never really talked before.â
he nodded thoughtfully. âtrue, but iâve seen you around. weâre in the same class, and youâre heeseungâs biggest rival. i guess i always admired how you handled him.â
you raised an eyebrow, surprised. âadmired?â
âyeah,â he said with a smile. âheeseung can be a lot to deal with, but you never back down. youâre tough, and youâre not afraid to butt heads with him. thatâs not something everyone can do.â
you blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice.
no one had ever put it that way beforeâmost people saw your rivalry with heeseung as petty or competitive, but jake seemed to see something more.
something you hadnât even realized about yourself.
âthanks,â you murmured, unsure of what else to say.
jake gave you another easy smile. âno problem. and hey, if you ever need someone to vent to, iâm here. heeseung might be my rival on the court, but that doesnât mean iâm on his side when it comes to this.â
for the first time all day, you felt a small, genuine smile tug at your lips.
jakeâs kindness, his quiet reassurance, was exactly what you needed.
he didnât try to fix everything or offer empty words of comfort. he just listened, and somehow, that made all the difference.
âthanks, jake,â you said softly. âi really do appreciate it.â
âanytime,â he replied with a grin, standing up and offering you a hand to help you off the floor.
you hesitated for a moment, then took it, letting him pull you to your feet.
as you both made your way out of the janitorâs room, you couldnât help but feel a little lighter, like some of the weight on your chest had lifted.
jakeâs unexpected kindness had done more to heal the hurt than youâd expected.
and as you walked side by side back to class, you realized that maybe, this was the beginning of a new friendship.
over the next few days, something unexpected happenedâyou found yourself spending more time with jake.
jake made everything feel a little easier, a little lighter, and you didnât feel the constant pressure to put up walls around him.
at first, it was just small moments here and there, like passing each other in the hallways and exchanging knowing smiles, or sitting together during lunch when mina was busy.
with jake, there were no mind games, no intense competition, and definitely no betrayal.
the first time you laughed with him in class, you almost forgot the sting of what had happened with heeseungâalmost.
it was small things at first. jake would crack a joke when you were feeling down, or lean over during study periods to ask a random question that had nothing to do with school but everything to do with making you smile.
he had this easygoing charm about him, the kind that made it impossible to stay mad or sad for long.
and, of course, heeseung noticed.
it was hard not to. you and jake had started walking to and from classes together, and every time heeseung passed by, you could feel his eyes on you.
he didnât say anything at first, but there was something in the way he looked at you that made your skin prickleâlike he was trying to figure something out, something that was just out of his reach.
one afternoon, you were sitting with jake outside, taking in the rare moment of sunshine between classes.
jake had just told a terrible joke, the kind that made you laugh even though it was ridiculous, and you couldnât help but lean into him, playfully nudging his shoulder.
âreally, jake? thatâs the best youâve got?â you teased, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye as your laughter faded.
âhey, i donât see you coming up with anything better,â he shot back, grinning.
his smile was infectious, and you felt a warm comfort wash over you.
it was nice, being able to relax like thisâsomething you hadnât realized you needed until now.
but then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him.
heeseung stood a few feet away, watching you and jake with a look that was hard to read.
his jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you couldâve sworn you saw something close to frustration flash across his face.
you immediately straightened up, the laughter dying in your throat as you met his gaze.
heeseung didnât move, didnât say anything, but the tension between the three of you was thick.
jake noticed too, his smile fading slightly as he glanced between you and heeseung, clearly picking up on the strange energy.
âheeseung,â jake greeted casually, though his tone was a little less cheerful than before. âyou need something?â
heeseungâs eyes flickered from jake to you, and for a brief second, you saw something in themâsomething sharp and raw.
he shook his head, his expression unreadable. âno,â he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets. âjust passing by.â
you bit the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say.
there was an awkwardness in the air, a tension that hadnât been there before, and you couldnât help but feel like something unspoken was simmering beneath the surface.
but before you could figure out what it was, heeseung turned and walked away without another word, leaving you and jake in a strange, uncomfortable silence.
jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. âheeseung sure knows how to kill a vibe, huh?â
you tried to laugh, but it came out weak and forced. âyeahâŠâ
but your mind was already elsewhereâon the look in heeseungâs eyes, the way his shoulders had tensed when he saw you and jake laughing together.
heeseung had never been one to back down from anything, but now it seemed like he was avoiding you.
and it didnât make senseâone minute, he was pushing your buttons, flirting with you through the window, and the next, he was⊠distant. cold.
you couldnât shake the feeling that something had shifted between you two, and you didnât know how to fix it.
worse, you didnât even know if you wanted to.
that night, as you sat at your desk pretending to study, you caught a flicker of movement outside your window.
your heart skipped a beat, and before you could stop yourself, you glanced over to see heeseungâs figure illuminated in the soft glow of his desk lamp.
your eyes locked for a moment.
then, heeseung did something that took you completely by surprise.
he reached down, grabbed something from the floor, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed a small rock at your window.
it hit with a soft tap, not loud enough to startle you, but enough to catch your attention.
you hesitated, unsure of what he wanted.
heeseung hadnât thrown rocks at your window since you were kids, back when your rivalry was less serious and more playfulâ back when you could actually call lee heeseung one of your best friends.
now, the gesture felt strangeâalmost nostalgic in a way that made your chest tighten.
still, you couldnât ignore himâyou pushed the window up, letting in the cool evening air, and leaned out slightly, your voice low as you called over to him.
âwhat do you want?â
heeseungâs face was mostly in shadow, but you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the edge of his window as if he was holding something back.
âi need to talk to you,â he said, his voice quieter than you expected. ânow.â
you frowned, your heartbeat quickening. âabout what?â
âjust open your window,â he muttered, his voice strained. there was something different in his toneâsomething vulnerable, almost desperate.
it wasnât like the confident, cocky heeseung you knew. and that was what made you hesitate.
but after a long pause, you sighed and opened the window a little wider, waiting for whatever he had to say.
you stood at your window, the cool night air brushing against your skin, as heeseungâs figure shifted in his room across from yours.
he was still gripping the windowsill, his posture stiff and tense.
the silence between you stretched, uncomfortable and heavy, until finally, you couldnât take it anymore.
âwhat do you want, heeseung?â you asked, your voice coming out sharper than you intended.
the wound from the cafeteria incident was still fresh, the memory of him siding with haerin burning in your chest.
for a second, heeseung didnât respond, his lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched tight as if he was struggling with what to say.
then, finally, he let out a long breath, and his shoulders slumped, just a little.
âwhy are you hanging out with jake?â he asked, his voice low and strained.
you blinked, caught off guard by the question. âwhat?â
heeseungâs hand ran through his hair in frustration.
âjake. youâve been hanging out with him a lot lately. laughing with him, spending time with himâŠâ his voice trailed off, and when his eyes met yours again, there was a flash of something vulnerable in themâsomething you hadnât seen before. âwhy him?â
anger flared inside youâafter everything that had happened, after he had humiliated you in front of everyone, this was what he cared about? who you were spending time with?
âwhy does it matter?â you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. âwhat, youâre allowed to spend all your time with haerin, but i canât hang out with jake?â
heeseung winced at the mention of haerin, but he didnât back down.
âthatâs not what this is aboutââ
âthen what is it about?â you shot back, your voice rising with frustration. âbecause from where iâm standing, it seems like youâre just jealous.â
heeseungâs eyes widened slightly, like he hadnât expected you to say it out loud. âjealous? of jake?â
âyeah,â you said, glaring at him. âyou have no right to question who i spend time with. especially after what you did.â
his brows furrowed in confusion. âwhat are you talking about?â
âthe cafeteria, heeseung!â you practically shouted, the hurt finally spilling over.
âyou took haerinâs side, you embarrassed me in front of everyone, and you didnât even bother to hear me out! and now, youâre mad because iâve been hanging out with jake? after you made it pretty clear you donât care about me at all?â
the words came out harsher than you intended, but once they were out, there was no taking them back.
the raw truth of how much heeseung had hurt you was now laid bare between the two of you, hanging in the air like a thick fog.
heeseungâs expression crumpled. for a moment, he looked utterly lost, his eyes wide with regret and something close to panic.
âiââ he opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.
his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes darting away from yours. âi didnât know. i didnât realizeâŠâ
you let out a bitter laugh, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
âof course you didnât heeseung, youâve been too busy with haerin to notice.â
heeseungâs face twisted with frustration. âitâs not like that with her.â
âreally? because it sure seems like it.â your voice was trembling now, the emotional weight of everything threatening to crush you.
âyouâre always with her. you donât even look at me anymore. and when you did have the chance to stand up for me, you didnât. you humiliated me, heeseung. and you didnât care.â
the words hit him like a slap. you could see it in the way his eyes widened, how his hands balled into fists at his sides.
heeseung took a step closer to the window, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. âyou think i didnât care?â
you stayed silent, your heart pounding in your chest.
heeseungâs jaw clenched, and then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, âiâve been an idiot. i know that now.â his eyes were locked on yours, and for the first time, you could see the depth of his regret.
âyouâre right. i didnât stand up for you, and i should have. i hurt you, and i hate that i did. but itâs becauseâŠâ
he hesitated, the words catching in his throat.
âitâs because iâve been trying so hard to ignore how i feel about you,â he finally confessed, his voice thick with anxiety.
âiâve spent so long thinking of you as my friendâthen my rival and enemy, as someone i had to beat, that i didnât realize⊠i didnât want to admit that it was more than that.â
your breath caught in your throat.
âiâve been feeling oddâweird around you for a long time,â heeseung continued, his voice cracking slightly.
âbut i didnât know how to deal with it. i pushed you away, acted like a jerk because i was scared. and then haerin showed up, and i thought if i focused on her, maybe i could forget about youâget rid of this feeling, but i couldnât.â
tears welled up in your eyes, and you blinked them away, refusing to let them fall.
you wanted to be angry, wanted to hold on to that hurt and betrayal, but hearing heeseungâs voice crack with vulnerability made it harder.
his words, the way he looked at you, made you feel things you had been trying to deny for so long.
âbut why didnât you defend me?â you asked, your voice breaking.
heeseungâs expression crumpled. âi donât know,â he whispered. âi was stupid. i thought if i stayed out of it, it would just go away. but it didnât. and now iâve ruined everything.â
you stared at him for a long moment, your heart aching with the weight of it all.
heeseung was standing there, tears welling in his own eyes, and for the first time in all the years youâd known him, he looked completely vulnerable.
âi donât know if i can forgive you,â you whispered, your voice trembling. ânot right now.â
heeseung nodded, his lips pressed tightly together as he swallowed hard.
âi understand,â he said softly. âbut please⊠donât shut me out.â
without another word, you shut your window, turning your back on him and collapsing onto your bed, emotions swirling inside you.
even though you had closed the window on him, part of you still wanted to reach out.
the next morning, you woke up feeling emotionally drained.
the conversation with heeseung played over and over in your mind like a broken record player, his voice echoing in your head, repeating those words.
âiâve liked you for a long time.ââyou had wanted to be angry, to stay angry, but now, all you felt was confusion.
did it even matter? heâd hurt you, after all.
that shouldâve been enough to keep the walls youâd built between the two of you intact.
but something inside you had softened at seeing him so vulnerable, so broken.
youâd seen a side of him you werenât sure anyone else had ever seen.
as you made your way to school, you told yourself that things would go back to normal.
youâd ignore heeseung like you always did, keep your distance, and focus on the things that matteredâyour studies, your friendship with jake, anything but heeseung.
but the moment you walked into the classroom, all of that went out the window.
there, sitting on your desk, was a small carton of strawberry milkâyour favorite.
you stopped in your tracks, blinking in confusionâthe bright pink carton stood out against the plain wooden surface of your desk, and for a moment, you thought it had to be some kind of mistake.
but then you saw itâ a folded note tucked underneath the carton.
with cautious fingers, you reached for the note and unfolded it. the handwriting was familiar, neat and precise.
âiâm sorry.â
that was itâno explanation, no signature, but you didnât need one.
you knew exactly who it was from. your heart gave an involuntary flutter, and you quickly stuffed the note into your bag before anyone could see it.
your eyes darted to heeseungâs seat across the room.
he was already there, sitting with his head resting on his hand, staring at the window as if he hadnât just left a peace offering on your desk.
he didnât look at you, didnât acknowledge you, but you could feel the tension radiating off him, like he was waiting for you to react.
you bit your lip, unsure of what to doâyou wanted to stay mad at him, wanted to cling to the hurt and anger from yesterday, but this⊠this small gesture of apology tugged at something deep inside you.
heeseung wasnât one to apologize easily. you knew that. he was proud, stubborn, and always had to win. but this? this was different. it wasnât much, but it was something.
before you could figure out how to feel about it, the bell rang, and the classroom began to fill with students.
you slid into your seat, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest as the day began.
over the next few days, it became a pattern.
every morning, when you arrived at school, there was something waiting for you on your deskâa carton of strawberry milk, a small packet of your favorite snacks, even a neatly folded handkerchief after gym class when youâd been sweating.
each gift came with the same simple noteââiâm sorry.â
it was starting to drive you crazy.
heeseung didnât say a word to you during class, didnât try to talk to you between periods, but his quiet gestures of apology were impossible to ignore.
the other students had started to notice too, whispering to each other whenever they saw the latest offering on your desk.
âwhatâs going on with you and heeseung?â mina asked one day at lunch, her eyebrows raised in suspicion. âheâs been acting so⊠weird lately.â
you shrugged, trying to play it off like it wasnât a big deal. âi donât know. heâs just⊠apologizing, i guess.â
minaâs eyes widened. âapologizing? for what?â
you hesitated, unsure of how much to tell herâmina didnât know about the confrontation in the cafeteria, didnât know how much heeseungâs words had hurt you.
and honestly, you didnât feel like reliving it. so instead, you just sighed. âitâs complicated.â
mina gave you a look, clearly not satisfied with your vague answer, but thankfully she didnât push it.
instead, she glanced over at jake, who had been sitting quietly beside you, picking at his food.
âwhat do you think about all this?â she asked, nudging him playfully. âyou and heeseung have always been rivals too, right?â
jake glanced up, his expression thoughtful âyeah, weâre rivals on the court,â he said, his voice casual. âbut i donât really care about that. if heâs apologizing, maybe heâs finally realized he messed up.â
you looked over at jake, feeling a wave of gratitude for his support.
he had been there for you when you needed someone, and now, more than ever, you appreciated his calm, steady presence.
he didnât make a big deal out of the situation, didnât push you to confront heeseung before you were ready. he just⊠understood.
jake caught your eye and smiled, and for a moment, you felt a sense of calm wash over you.
but of course, that peace didnât last long.
later that afternoon, as you were walking through the hall with jake, laughing at one of his dumb jokes, you felt someone grab your wrist.
you stopped, your laughter dying on your lips as you turned to see heeseung standing there, his grip firm but not painful.
his eyes were intense, his jaw set in determination.
âcome with me,â he muttered, his voice low and urgent.
you blinked, confused. âwhat? whereââ
âjust⊠come on.â heeseung didnât give you a chance to argue. he tugged you along, pulling you toward the stairwell that led up to the rooftop.
jake called after you, his voice tinged with concern, but you were already too far down the hall to stop.
your heart pounded in your chest as heeseung led you up the stairs, the quiet intensity of the moment making your head spin.
when you finally reached the rooftop, he let go of your wrist and turned to face you, his expression conflicted, like he didnât know whether to yell or beg for your forgiveness.
âwhat are you doing, heeseung?â you asked, your voice shaky with confusion and anger.
âi need to talk to you,â he said, his voice quiet but desperate. âabout everything.â
the rooftop was quiet, other than the soft rustling of the wind and the distant chatter of the school below.
you stood there, facing heeseung, your heart pounding in your chest.
the tension between the two of you was thick, and the silence stretched on, filled with the weight of everything unsaid.
âwhat are we doing here?â you demanded, your voice sharper than you intended.
you were still reeling from the suddenness of it allâone moment youâd been laughing with jake, and the next, heeseung was dragging you up here like something urgent was at stake.
heeseung ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face.
âi needed to get you away from him,â he muttered, avoiding your gaze.
âfrom jake?â you asked in bewilderment, your anger flaring up again. âwhat does jake have to do with this?â
heeseung finally looked at you, his eyes dark and intense. âeverything. heâsâheâs not the one you should be with.â
you stared at him, stunned. âexcuse me? what gives you the right to say that?â
âi know,â heeseung said quickly, holding up his hands in a gesture that almost seemed like surrender.
âi know i donât have the right. but i canât stand watching you with him any longer.â
your chest tightened as his words hung in the airâyou didnât know what to say.
part of you wanted to snap back, to tell him that he had no business being jealous after what he did.
but the other part of youâ the part that had been waiting for him to say somethingâwas finally starting to understand.
heeseungâs voice softened, and he took a small step closer to you. âeven if weâre enemies, even if weâve always been rivals, i would never side with jake. i would never choose someone over you.â
you blinked, your mind racing. his words made no sense. âthen why didnât you defend me in the cafeteria?â your voice cracked, and you hated how vulnerable you sounded, but the hurt was still there, sharp and raw.
heeseung flinched at the question, his jaw tightening. âi told youâ i donât know,â he sighed, his voice barely above a whisper.
âit was stupid. i didnât realize how much i was hurting you. and when i saw you with jakeâŠâ
he trailed off, his eyes searching yours, desperate for you to understand what he was struggling to say.
âwhen you saw me with jake, what?â you pushed, your voice quieter now, the anger fading away into something softer.
heeseung swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving yours.
âwhen i saw you with him, i realized how much i messed up. i realized that i was losing you, and i didnât know what to do.â he took another step closer, his eyes filled with regret.
âiâve been trying to ignore it for so longâthese feelings i have for you. but i canât anymore.â
your breath hitched at his confession, and for a moment, you didnât know how to respond.
heeseung, the person youâd spent your entire life competing with, the person who had always been rude and cocky, was standing in front of you, confessing that he liked you?
âfeelings?â you echoed, your voice barely audible.
heeseung nodded, his expression raw and vulnerable in a way youâd never seen before.
âyeah. iâve liked you for a long time, but i didnât know how to handle it. so i pushed you away. i made everything about our rivalry because i didnât know what else to do.â
his words hit you like a wave, crashing over you and leaving you breathless.
you didnât know how to process it, didnât know how to reconcile the heeseung youâd always known with the one standing in front of you now, baring his soul.
âi hurt you,â heeseung continued, his voice trembling slightly. âand iâm sorry. iâm so sorry. but i canât stand the thought of you being with someone else. i donât want to be your rival anymore. i donât want to lose you.â
you stared at him, your heart pounding, your mind racing with thoughts.
this was everything youâd been trying to ignore, everything youâd pushed aside because you didnât want to acknowledge the feelings that had been building up between you.
but now, standing here, with heeseung looking at you like he was afraid you were going to slip away, you couldnât deny it any longer.
âiâŠâ your voice faltered, your throat tight with emotion. âyouâre an idiot.â
heeseung blinked, startled. âwhat?â
âyouâre an idiot,â you repeated, shaking your head as a small, incredulous laugh escaped your lips.
âyou spent all this time pushing me away when you could have just told me the truth earlier.â
heeseung opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, you closed the distance between you in one fast motion, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss.
for a second, heeseung froze, clearly shocked by your sudden move.
but then, he kissed you back, his hands coming up to gently cup your face.
the kiss was soft, slow at first, but it quickly deepened as all the tension between you melted away.
it was like everything youâd been holding back, all the unspoken words, all the bottled-up emotions, were finally being released in that moment.
heeseungâs lips were warm and gentle, and he kissed you like heâd been wanting to for a long timeâslowly, sweetly, as if he didnât want the moment to end.
your heart raced in your chest, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as you poured all of your frustration, confusion, and affection, into the kiss.
when you finally pulled away, breathless, you stared up at him, your cheeks flushed and your heart pounding.
heeseungâs eyes were wide with surprise, but there was a small, almost dazed smile tugging at his lips.
âi⊠i didnât expect that,â he whispered, his voice shaky.
you smiled, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over you. âyouâre such an idiot,â you said again, but this time, there was no bite to your wordsâjust warmth.
heeseung let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling at the edges. âyeah,â he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. âi am.â
without thinking, you kissed him again, softer this time, more sure of yourself.
and as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, you realized that this was exactly where you were supposed to be.
the next day at school, everything felt different. it was subtle at firstâa kind of quiet shift in the air that made you hyper-aware of heeseungâs presence the moment you walked into the classroom.
you werenât used to thisâthe ease, the softness that seemed to have settled between you overnight.
after years of rivalry, the shift from enemies to something more felt almost surreal.
but then you saw himâheeseung sitting at his desk, already glancing over at you the second you stepped through the door.
his usual smirk was gone, replaced by a small, almost shy smile, and it sent a warm flutter through your chest.
you smiled back, the tension from the day before melting away as he held your gaze for just a moment longer than usual.
it was like the rivalry had evaporated overnight, leaving something softer in its place. and yet, the familiarity of your banter remained.
you slid into your seat, feeling a little lighter than you had in weeks.
there was no strawberry milk waiting on your desk this time, no snacks or apology notes, but the absence didnât bother you.
the fact that heeseung had taken the time to talk to you, to open up the way he had, was more than enough.
still, you couldnât help but notice that people were whispering.
it wasnât loud or obvious, but every so often, youâd catch someone glancing your way, their eyebrows raised in curiosity.
mina, of course, was the first to bring it up.
âwhatâs going on with you and heeseung?â she asked as soon as you sat down for lunch.
her eyes were gleaming with excitement, clearly having picked up on the shift in dynamics. âyou two are acting so different!â
you shrugged, trying to play it off as casually as you could. âwe talked. thatâs all.â
mina narrowed her eyes. âyou talked? come on, you canât tell me something didnât happen. you guys have been enemies for, like, forever, and suddenly youâre all⊠smiley. itâs weird.â
you felt your cheeks heat up, and you looked down at your tray, trying to hide the small grin tugging at the corners of your lips. âitâs complicated.â
before mina could press you further, someone else slid into the seat next to you.
you didnât even need to look up to know who it wasâjake, with his usual easygoing smile and relaxed posture, leaned back in his chair as if he owned the place.
âso, you and heeseung, huh?â jake asked, his tone teasing.
you groaned, burying your face in your hands. ânot you too.â
jake chuckled, nudging you with his elbow. âhey, iâm just happy for you. i mean, after everything that happened⊠well, itâs nice to see you smile again.â
you peeked at him from between your fingers, grateful for his kindness.
jake had been there for you when you needed someone, and youâd grown closer over the past few weeks.
but now, things were different, and while you appreciated his friendship, you couldnât deny the new fluttering feeling that came with thinking about heeseung.
still, you couldnât resist teasing jake a little. âyouâre not jealous, are you?â you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.
jake laughed, shaking his head. ânah, i could never compete with heeseung. that guyâs got it bad for you.â
the teasing tone in his voice made your cheeks flush, and you were about to reply when someone cleared their throat behind you.
you didnât have to turn around to know who it wasâthe shift in the airâthe quiet intensityâwas unmistakable.
heeseung stood there, his gaze flickering between you and jake, his jaw clenched slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
âwhatâs going on here?â he asked, his voice casual but with an underlying edge of jealousy.
jake grinned up at him, completely unfazed by the tension. âjust talking, man. relax.â
heeseung didnât move, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. âright. well, weâve got plans after school, donât we?â his tone was directed at you now, and you couldnât help but notice the slight possessiveness in his voice.
you blinked, caught off guard. âplans?â
heeseungâs lips quirked up into a small smile, his eyes locking onto yours with a look of softness that made your heart race. âyeah. walking home together, remember?â
you tried not to smile too widely, but it was impossible to hide the way your heart fluttered at his words.
jake, ever the instigator, raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.
âoh, so itâs like that now?â he teased, leaning back in his chair. âguess iâll have to find someone else to walk home with.â
heeseung shot him a look that was almost a glare, though there was a playful glint in his eyes. âyeah, you will.â
you rolled your eyes, though a small giggle escaped your lips. âheeseung, youâre being ridiculous.â
heeseung leaned down, resting one hand on the back of your chair as he looked down at you with a grin.
âmaybe,â he admitted, his voice softer now, âbut i donât like sharing.â
the possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, but instead of feeling annoyed, you found it⊠oddly endearing.
you nudged him lightly. âyouâre such a child.â
heeseung chuckled, the sound low and warm, before he straightened up, glancing once more at jake. âyouâll be fine without her, right?â
jake waved him off, laughing. âiâll survive, donât worry.â
just as you were about to stand up and leave with heeseung, a voice interrupted the playful atmosphere, slicing through the lightheartedness like a cold breeze.
âheeseung.â
you looked up to see haerin standing a few feet away, her expression unreadable, but there was something in her eyes that made your stomach twist.
she glanced between you and heeseung, her lips pressed into a thin line before she focused on him. âcan we talk? alone.â
heeseungâs body tensed beside you, but instead of acknowledging her request, he tightened his grip on the back of your chair, his attention still fixed on you.
âno, iâm good,â heeseung said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
haerin blinked, clearly not expecting the rejection. âi just wanted toââ
âiâm with someone right now,â heeseung cut her off, his voice firm but calm. âand iâd appreciate it if you left us alone.â
the sting of his words was evident in haerinâs eyes, but she didnât argue.
after a moment, she let out a quiet scoff and walked away, her shoulders tense as she disappeared into the crowd.
you stared at heeseung, surprised by how easily he had brushed her off.
heeseung, who had spent so much time with her recently, was now acting like she didnât even exist.
âwas that necessary?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
heeseung shrugged, his expression softening as he looked at you. âwhat can i say? iâm done with all the games.â
you felt a warmth spread through your chest, and for a moment, you couldnât help but smile.
the possessiveness, the way heeseung had stood by your side without hesitationâit all made you realize just how much had changed between you two.
as the day went on, the whispers and curious glances from your classmates only grew louder.
everyone seemed to be talking about you and heeseung, but you didnât mind.
in fact, you kind of liked it. for once, the focus wasnât on your rivalryâit was on something else, something sweeter.
at the end of the day, as promised, heeseung was waiting for you by the school gates.
you spotted him leaning casually against the fence, his hands stuffed in his pockets, but the moment he saw you, his face lit up with that soft smile that made your heart race.
âready to go?â he asked, falling into step beside you as you started walking together.
you nodded, glancing up at him. âyou know everyoneâs talking about us, right?â
heeseung chuckled, shrugging. âlet them talk.â
you rolled your eyes, but there was a lightness to your steps as you walked side by side.
it felt easy, naturalâlike this was how things were always supposed to be.
and for the first time in a long time, the space between you and heeseung wasnât filled with tension or competition.
it was filled with something warmer, something that made your heart feel full.
as you walked, you noticed heeseungâs hand brush against yours, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his.
heeseung glanced down at your hands, a look of surprise crossing his face before his smile widened, his grip tightening around yours.
neither of you said anything for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence and the feeling of walking together.
but eventually, you cleared your throat, glancing up at him with a teasing smile.
âso⊠are we, like, official now?â
heeseung slowed his pace, looking down at you with an amused grin. âofficial?â
âyou know what i mean,â you said, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. âboyfriend and girlfriend.â
heeseungâs expression softened at your words, and he stopped walking, turning to face you fully.
he gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek.
âyeah,â he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. âi want us to be official. if you do, too.â
your heart swelled at the tenderness in his eyes, and you felt a soft smile spread across your lips. âi do.â
heeseungâs eyes sparkled with something like relief and joy, and before you could say anything else, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss.
it was slow, gentle, and filled with all the unspoken promises of this new chapter you were beginning together.
when he pulled back, you were both smiling, a quiet warmth settling between you.
âgood,â heeseung murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. âbecause iâm not letting you go.â
you laughed softly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in ages. âiâm not going anywhere.â
with that, the two of you continued walking home, hand in hand, your steps perfectly in sync.
and as the sun shimmered down lower in the sky, you knew that this was the start of something beautifulâsomething that had been building for far longer than either of you had realized.
heeseung was no longer just your rivalâhe was your boyfriend.
and honestly? it felt perfect.
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The mating bond of a prince
Yandere!Demon Prince x Fem!Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 17th
Oct 16
Oct 18
summary:
warning: dubcon, kind of angsty, breeding, mating, marking, possessive and obsessive behavior
a/n: I wanna do more with this concept, but hereâs a snippet for monstertober because Iâm behind ><
Demons were said to be cruel creatures incapable of love or empathy, soulless beings that fed on fear and misery⊠and for the most part, that was true.
But what humans didnât know about demons was one simple fact. There is only one person that they will ever love and care forâŠ
Their mate.
Every demon was born into the world with one thought in their mind.
To find their mate.
Soon, other thoughts would pop up from time to time. They had to eat to continue the search for their mate, tear down humans cities to help their species thrive so their mate would have a comfortable place to live once they found them.
If they didnât fight to end human civilization, where would their mates live and raise young? Taking their beloved back to hell with them was out of the question!
This was how the demon king managed to help demon numbers increase and keep his army growing. If each demon was born with the urge to procreate and create a good nesting ground for their mate, they could be easily controlled.
He just hadnât expected his son, the prince of hell to be bound to a human.
The prince had recently conquered a small village. As he went about killing the men, his entire body began to throb.
In the distance, he smelled something that had his head spinning. One of the small cottages was on fire, that heavenly scent coming from inside.
He felt his body being pulled towards it, so he completely ignored the humans attempting to kill him and walked towards the cottage.
Breaking down the door was easy, but being enveloped in your overwhelming scent made it hard to think.
The second he saw you, injured and barely confused as a fellow demon stood over your fragile, human body, he felt something he had never felt before.
Protective.
Within seconds he was shirking your body, his claw drenched in the demons blood from ripping his throat out. Why was he doing this? You were just some human woman, but his soul was bound to you.
He couldnât let you die.
When you woke up, you were somewhere strange⊠some sort of contraption beeped next to you, the beeps increasing in frequency as you sat up and looked around⊠only to spot a demon by your bed.
All you felt was pure terror.
You stared at the creature whose specifies was responsible for the deaths of so many of your friends and family, who killed innocents in cold blood. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to speak.
âPlease⊠let me goâŠâ
But when the prince looked into your eyes for the first time, his body felt like it had been set on fire.
He loved you, and you were his mate.
Not once in his life had he ever looked upon another creature with such fondness and care. The prince made his way to your bed, kneeling by your side and taking your hand.
âMy love⊠oh, my darling do not fear⊠here you are safe, youâll be treasured for all eternityâŠâ
He kissed the back of your hand, your gut burning with anger and shame. This thing had taken you as some sort of⊠bride?
âW-what about my family?â
The words finally came out after a few days in the hospital. In this time, you learned that demon society was far ahead of the human one, with machines that could monitor your heart rate and medicines that kept you from being in pain.
It was⊠comfortable.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark and cold. âWhat about them? They are humans, they will be culled like the rest.â
You clutched your blanket in your fists, your eyes welling up with tears. Something about you crying made his chest ache, and the prince reached out to caress your cheek.
âWhy do you cry? Are you not comfortable?â
The demon could not comprehend your feelings towards your loved ones. He simply saw them as pests that needed to be eradicated, and could only feel love for you, his mate.
âTheyâre my family, I love them!â
Your sudden exclamation had him raising an eyebrow, his tail twitching. Were they really that important?
The prince knew that every human from your village was already dead, there was no way your family had survived. But to placate his mate, he wrapped his tail around you, using his soft black wings to encircle you and bring you close.
âIâll have my men escort them somewhere safe. You may not see them, but they will live.â
This lie made you relax, and you settled into his arms. You felt like you could finally rest, and slept like a baby for the first time since you had been taken away.
The prince wanted to take things slow, but news that his mate had turned out to be a human woman spread through the kingdom until it reached his father.
He was called in to meet with the King, who was displeased, but mildly amused.
âI hear youâve taken on a human mate, my son. You know how the royal court will react.â
The prince nodded, standing tall and confident in front of his father. âI am prepared to defend my mate to my dying breath, as would any demon.â
âThatâs all well and good, but a human mate is an eyesore. You should hurry up and get her pregnant, there will be less danger once an heir is produced.â
Everyone knew that demon blood was powerful, being the dominant trait in every pairing. Once she was pregnant with the heir to the throne, not a single creature would dare to touch her.
It had only been a week since you had been home from the hospital, staying with the demon prince when suddenly approached you.
âMy loveâŠâ
His lips peppered across your neck, hands holding onto your waist before sliding to your hips. âI wanted to wait⊠to give you time to adjustâŠâ
You froze when his tail moved between your legs, rubbing against your clothed cunt. âBut this is the only way to keep you safe⊠please, donât be afraid⊠Iâll be gentle.â
The pieces slowly came together as his tail played with your cunt, rubbing against your panties before slipping under them and toying with your clit.
His hand was on your belly, eyes darting between your face and thighs. The way he moved his hand around your stomachâŠ
He was going to breed you.
You squirmed for a bit, letting out an uncomfortable whine, but settled down when his clawed hand danced across your chest, groping one of your breasts as his face buried itself into your neck.
âDonât make this harder than it has to be, love⊠this life is comfortable, isnât it? I can give you a life of peace and safety, where you donât have to fear war or pain. Youâll be taken care of.â
The very thought of some human male touching his lover made a growl rumble in his chest. Youâd be staying with him, that wasnât an option⊠but he wanted it to be something you chose yourself.
It felt sinful feeling wet from the demon playing with your fat pussy. His fingers pumped in and out of your as the tip of his tail continued to stimulate your clit, your juices flowing down your thighs.
He said your family was safe⊠was it so bad to let this demon take you as his mate? You were tired of long nights full of screams from people running from demons, of days without a proper meal as you rationed your supplies so you wouldnât have to leave your home.
Couldnât you live a comfortable life? Youâve suffered enoughâŠ
So you let him pin you down, watching as his fat cock rubbed against your leg. You had never seen a man naked before, so you were unsure if the size was normal⊠but you knew it had to be bigger than average.
His wings fluttered as his cock rested against your thigh. It nudges you, his tail lifting from your cunt to your tits, playing with them.
âI love you⊠more than you could ever imagine. You never have to want for anything again. Iâll give you everythingâŠâ
The pain of him taking your virginity made you cry out, your nails digging into his forearm. It didnât hurt him at all, and he simply cooed, his wings soft as he dried his best to comfort you.
âShh⊠shh⊠oh, my love I know it hurts. It wonât be for longâŠâ
His lips pressed against your forehead, sweat already beading down. It wasnât easy trying to take something so large inside of you for the first timeâŠ
The second you eased into it a bit, he pulled back out and slammed into you. He hadnât meant to be rough, but he had struggled to control his urge to breed you from the second he realized you were his mate.
âI love youâŠâ he murmured, gripping your hips as he fucked you, his teeth lightly gracing your neck. He wanted to cover you in bites and hickeys, claiming you completely.
He wasnât done with you until your belly bulged with his cum. You smelled so much like him that he was a sappy mess.
You were exhausted, sore, and in need of a bath⊠but your demon mate curled around you protectively, kissing all over your body.
Within a month you were confirmed to be pregnant, and were moved into the palace as a princess.
Youâd live a life of comfort⊠but were practically betraying your species by baring the future demon prince.
The current demon prince would soon be king, and you his queen.
An honor and the biggest shame.
âââââââ
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casually thinking about...
flashing mattheo during an argument
NSFW content ahead, +18
one second, he's shouting some unintelligible shit at you, and the next one, he's almost drooling at the sight of your pretty tits, naked just for him to see. he's falling silent in fucking milliseconds. but god, they're so bloody perfect... how could he not stare at them?
It's not fair, you know he loves them, and you use that knowledge against him. every. fucking. time.
he can't even remember what you were fighting about in the first place, not that he cares anymore, anyways. your full, round tits have him fucking mesmerised, the only thing in his mind at the moment being his feral need to bury his face in them and never come out again, not even for air.
"baby," he would growl, eyes not able to look away from your boobs.
you swear you can see a faint blush appear on his cheeks as you tell him, "i don't wanna fight anymore." you pout cutely at him while you're still tugging your top over your breasts, the piece of clothing it's so small that mattheo wonders how they were fitting inside it in the first place.
"me neither," he replies quietly, starting to walk towards you, not being able to stay away for a second more. "i'm sorry, a'ight?"
"it's okay... 'm sorry too," you also apologise, a little smile tugging at the corner of your plump lips as you watch him leaning forward to wrap his strong arms around you, lifting you up so your tits are right on his face.
and when he finally gets to bury his face in your glorious tits, he's not letting go. he's dragging you to his bed and dropping you in it without pulling an inch away. he lays on top of you, between your spread thighs, lips kissing your soft, pillowy flesh.
"fuck, i love these," he'd mumble against your chest, his hands squeezing your sides tightly. "so fucking perfect."
you chuckle softly at that, which makes your tits bounce slightly, and god, the sight makes him hard in seconds. he hums contently against the supple flesh of your boobs as he teasingly starts sucking and licking your tits everywhere but your nipples, alternating between the two as if he can't decide which one he wants to focus on.
his hands are roaming over your body, groping and caressing your curves as if he's re-learning them. he's squeezing your thighs, your ass, and occasionally, going up to your soft tummy, rough finger pads making goosebumps erupt in your skin.
you don't disturb him, letting him play with your boobs as he pleases while you run your slender fingers through his unruly curly hair. sometimes, you caress his face tenderly, watching with heavy lidded eyes while he worships your body. you find it cute, how much he loves your breasts. he's always wanting to touch them, lick them, kiss them... and it fucking turns you on so much, because you're so sensitive there.
you moan when finally settles on one nipple, sucking on it hard while his hand kneads the other breast. he'd push both boobs together, his mouth dropping the already hard peak he was sucking on to lick at the other. his hips are bucking against you the whole time, grinding his hard on against your drenched core.
he's definitely leaving marks, which you complain about, but he just looks up at you, pupils blown, and says, "they're mine, aren't they? i'll mark 'em if i want to."
after that, he slips his hand inside your shorts and panties, finding you completely soaked for him and that fact makes him groan as he returns to suck on your perky, reddened nipples. his fingers rub your swollen, little clit, making you whimper and squirm beneath him, but he uses his free hand to grab you and keep you still while he stuffs you full of his fingers, burying them knuckles deep. he's making you cum in minutes, orgasm so good that feels like fireworks exploding inside your tummy.
and then, once he's satisfied you, he rips both of your clothes off and makes you ride him. he'd be such a mess beneath you as he watches you jump on top of him, little whimpers escaping his lips against his will. the sight of your perfect tits bouncing right on his face while your tight little pussy squeezes his cock makes him cum so fucking fast that he's almost embarrassed... almost.
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ââ fear not the road untaken .
Sunday hadn't spent long with the Stellaron Hunters before boarding the Express, but the memories he'd made with them were priceless. One quiet day in the Express's cabin, while reflecting on his experiences with the Hunters, you appear to visit him.
astral express!sunday x gn!stellaronhunter!reader
contains: sunday used to be a stellaron hunter, teasing, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE WRITTEN SO FAR, SUNDAY IS DOWN BADDDD AS HE DESERVES TO BE BITES FIST I MISSED THIS SO BADDDDD, not established relationship sunday just has a massive crush on you
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a/n: happy drip marketing yall. you all get a sunday fluff piece. as a treat. also yes i am completely and totally sane. (THIS IS THE MOST SELF INDULGENT FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN I AM SO SORRY GUYS)
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âSunday, weâre going out to Belobog for a bit. Wanna come with?â
Heeled boots still in the midst of a step. Feather-like hair shifts and tousles as he turns his head. At the invitation, gold melts, sapphires glitter, and a gentle smile warms his lips.
March is a blessing, he thinks. She is bubbly, kind, and always manages to light up whatever room she steps into - in that regard, she is not too unlike his beloved sister. Although her ability to plan ahead leaves much room for improvement, he cannot deny that it was her presence that made his transition into a Nameless much easier than it wouldâve been.
Although, truthfully, heâd expected more resistance from her - out of everyone, she seemed to be the most traumatized by the Charmony Festival Disaster, and she also had more of a distaste for Stellaron Hunters than the others. But surprisingly, sheâd come around to him, and welcomed him into the Express with open arms - and a lot of food. He swears, every time sheâs come back from a trip, itâs another sweet or drink shoved into his arms - not that heâs complaining, though.
âThank you for the invitation,â he begins, then rests a hand over his chest as a reflex. âBut Iâm afraid Iâll have to refuse. The last expedition has left me rather exhausted - and as you know, I donât fare well in cold weather.â
Dan Heng nods in understanding. Heâs never been a man of many words, and for that Sunday appreciates him. He rather likes straight-forward people, who arenât afraid to say their mind - perhaps thatâs why heâs grown to adore both the Express and the Hunters so much.
âIs there anything you want us to bring back?â pipes up the Trailblazer, dog-like eyes shining as they lean over March. âLike, sweets or whatever?â
Sunday bites back a chuckle. Somehow, word had gotten around that Sunday had quite the sweet tooth. He doesnât know who started it or how they found out (he has his suspicions on March), but ever since the trio has been dragging him around to various planets and encouraging him to try the local desserts.
He wonders if heâs gotten cavities yet. He hopes not.
Maybe he should check again, at a later time.
âThat Rye Bread Iceberg you brought last time was rather enjoyable. Iâd like to try it again.â
March and the Trailblazer brighten at his words. âOkay, on it!â
Dan Heng only hums his acknowledgement before turning to leave the parlor car. âLetâs go,â he advises the others. âYou know Seele doesnât like to wait.â
Sunday has never personally met this Seele (the Trailblazer describes her as a crass but kind-hearted warrior), but her fury is enough to whip both March and the Trailblazer into shape. It isnât long before the trio is waving him goodbye as they descend into the frozen planet, and he also bids them farewell.
And then it is just him, and the conductor.
A small sigh leaves him as he sits down on one of the many couches. He wasnât lying when he said he was exhausted. Fighting - or any physical activity, for that matter - isnât exactly his strong suit. Even during his time with the Hunters, heâd stayed behind the front lines, acting as a pseudo Kafka with his carefully crafted words and tuning abilities.
Thatâs one of the few things about the Hunters that he prefers over the Express - they didnât force him to hike through deserts and jungles and mountains and Xipe knows what else. All they did was throw him off a skyscraper in the name of the script (heâs pretty sure Elio just wanted to see if heâd actually fly or not).
Sunday blinks, realizing just what had just passed through his mind. Then he sighs with a smile, leaning back into the red plush of the couches.
Only a few months since his fall, and heâs already beginning to think as weirdly as the rest of them.
âSunday, are you alright?â
Sunday glances down to see the conductor waddling by his feet.
Pom Pom is⊠strange, no doubt - for whatever reason, Dan Heng fears them and has advised Sunday to not anger them at all costs. Their past is shrouded in mystery, but Sunday finds himself drawn to the conductor. Perhaps living most of his life in a fever dream like Penacony has warped his perception of what is normal and what is not.
âIâm fine, thank you.â He shifts on the couch to make room, but the conductor shakes their head.
âAre you sure? Pom Pom saw you laughing to yourself,â they fret, tapping their nubby hands together anxiously. âHave you been sleeping enough?â
Sunday crosses one leg over the other, and rests his hands over his knee. âIf youâre concerned about my transition from Penacony to reality, be at ease. The Hunters have practically beat a proper sleep schedule into me.â
Pom Pom yelps in shock. âB-Beat?! They beat you?â
âNot literally,â Sunday hastes, instinctively reaching out a hand to calm the conductor. âIt was more akin to⊠ominously threatening checkups. Although, there was this one time-â
He sees the look on Pom Pomâs face, and decides to stop it there. He fears they might break out sobbing if he continues.
âNevertheless, rest assured that I am sleeping at an appropriate time,â he finishes reassuringly. His practiced smile pays off as the conductor gradually calms down, albeit worry about the Huntersâ methods still lingers.
âAlright, if you say so, Sunday.â They look around uneasily. âDo you want anything to drink?â
Sunday waves his hands hastily. âNo, I am alright, thank you-â
âHeâll have some tea.â
Pom Pom jumps with a shriek and Sundayâs wings puff up. A familiar laugh ghosts his ear, and immediately Sundayâs face brightens.
âWhat- What are you doing here?!â Pom Pom quickly hides behind one of Sundayâs slender legs, hugging it like a lifeline. Sunday places a hand on their head to calm them as he turns to the hologram with a warm smile.
âAt ease, conductor, theyâre a friend.â
Your holographic form glitches in and out of reality. Thereâs a thin blue filter over your appearance, but other than that, everything is the same as he remembers.
âHey, angel,â you coo, leaning your elbow on his shoulder as you sit besides him. Its weight is not the same as it would be in reality, but the presence is enough - a small, barely noticeable tingle that has his heart fluttering and his wings following in suit. âHowâs life as Nameless? Do you miss us yet?â
Sunday laughs gently. âIt has only been two weeks since I left the Hunters. Iâm afraid I havenât had the time to miss you all.â
You pout playfully, sticking out your tongue.Even though parts of you chip away and reappear, and your form isnât stable, Sunday canât help but be as captivated by you as he was when he was still among the Huntersâ ranks. Where the projection fails, his tinted memory fills in.
âSilver Wolf misses you, although I doubt sheâd actually say it,â you say, taking a lock of his hair and twirling it around your finger. âHas she visited you yet?â
Sunday stutters a bit before weakly batting your finger away with his wing. âNo, Iâm afraid she hasnât.â
âHm.â You smile at his attempt to brush you off. Letting go of his hair, you instead opt to tug lightly at his cheek, earning a squeak from the Halovian. âThatâs weird. Maybe she was too shy to speak up.â
âI-â Sunday rubs his cheek when you finally let go. Embarrassingly, his wings jump to shield his face, an unfortunate reflex heâd yet to curb. âI suppose she wasâŠâ
He hears you hum, and he lifts a wing to peek at you. His cheeks feel hot - no, thatâs an understatement, the entirety of his body feels as if heâs in a fireplace.
âGive her my regards,â he finally breathes out, thanking the Aeons for his training in keeping his composure. Sure, it ultimately fails whenever he looks at you, but at least heâs able to fix himself quickly enough⊠or at least, he hopes thatâs what it looks like.
âYou didnât answer my question though.â Propping your elbow on his shoulder again, you rest your cheek in your palm. âHowâs the Nameless life treating you?â
âItâs chaotic,â Sunday admits with a fond sigh. He relaxes into the couch once more, feeling himself sink into the plush. Briefly, heâs tempted to lean his head on your shoulder, but given that youâre a holograph, he holds himself back. âBut itâs fun. The Nameless have been kind, and the planets Iâve visited⊠Itâs nice, to see the universe as someone other than a wanted criminal.â
âWow. Thanks.â
Sunday would apologize, but considering that itâs you heâs talking to, he doesnât feel the need to. After all, youâve said worse to him, and him to you.
âYou know what I mean,â he chuckles. âTo be honest, though, the Express and the Hunters arenât so different.â
He hears Pom Pom squawk indignantly, and again he ruffles their fur to calm them. Turning ever so slightly to your hologram, he gazes at you with adoration and fondness swelling his heart.
âTo the both of you, I am forever grateful. If it werenât for your kindness, Iâd be rotting away in an alley somewhere. I wouldnât be where I am today.â
All distaste for the Hunters fades from Pom Pom as they giggle bashfully. âAw, Sunday⊠You donât have to thank us. We were just doing what the Nameless do.â
You nod in agreement, reaching through his wing and poking his cheek again. âConductorâs right. No need for thanks, birdie.â
âStill-â Sunday makes a sound like a startled bird as you poke his cheek harder, squishing it against the rest of his face. Underneath his coat, his primary wings strain with the urge to flutter and twitch, while his secondary wings are held back by sheer willpower. The only sign that they want to flap so badly is with the tiniest of tremors.
âNone of that,â you chide him gently, tapping him lightly on the plush of his lips. âWeâre just glad youâre happy - right, bunny?â
âWhoâre you calling bunny?!â Pom Pom protests, steam puffing out of their head while steam threatens to escape Sundayâs face for completely different reasons.
Before you can reply, however, your form begins to glitch out, flickering in and out of reality at a higher frequency. With an annoyed click of your tongue, you stand up.
âLooks like Silver Wolf isnât happy,â you comment, brushing off imaginary dust from your clothes. Taking one step so that youâre fully in front of Sunday, you lean in so that your projected nose barely brushes against his. âI have to get going now. You have my number, so text me if you need anything, okay? Or if you want to catch me up with your travels, you can always call me.â
Sundayâs voice feels lodged in his throat. With a subtle gulp, his Adamâs Apple bobbing ever so slightly, he manages to speak with an even voice.
âOkay,â he whispers, his voice almost a whimper. He wants to explode.
You smile fondly, and duck in to peck at the corner of his lips. The buzzing of your holograph morphs into electrifying lightning, surging into his veins, puffing up his feathers and making all of his hairs stand up and sending his already tapping heart into a frenzy. His body freezes into a statue, and all coherent thoughts melt away into a haze that is both ecstatic and shocked.
By the time you pull away, his wings are flapping erratically and his entire body is dyed in a rosey red. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, but all words die on his tongue and he is left blabbering like a fool.
You laugh again, eyes crinkling so beautifully he swears heâs ascended.
âIf thatâs how you react, I wonder how cute youâll be when itâs the real deal.â
And then youâre gone, vanishing like a sweet dream in a flurry of pixels, leaving Sunday there to dazedly touch his lips, and then where youâd kissed him.
And then he smiles, giddily, and his halo practically glows as soft, love-stricken giggles begin to leave him.
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