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two in one theory... i am listening very intently if you ever feel up to share it!!
Alright, so this is gonna be... as close to an Abridged explanation of the theory as I can make, because if I went off on everything about it I would end up writing a whole dissertation or five hour video essay script on this shit.
There are gonna be three main sections to this post - Hong Lu's Daiyuisms, Hong Lu's Themes of Identity and how that connects to the concept of Two in One, and the Daiyu-Baoyu theory itself.
Strap in folks.
Hong Lu's Daiyuisms
If you know anything about my theories in the earlier days of Limbus, you might know that I'm one of the very few people who was convinced Hong Lu is actually Daiyu, due to some evidence I found personally compelling. This has not changed, as we've only gotten just as much extra evidence to this as we have to him being Baoyu. So let me just speedrun through some of these points.
The Fucking Jade Eye
Ok hear me out. This is maybe the least important piece of evidence but I can never stop thinking about it. Hong Lu's jade eye? Not actually fully blue! If you look closely on most of his sprites, you can see that he actually has sectoral heterochromia, meaning his jade eye is both blue and black.
Daiyu's name, quite literally, translates to blue-black jade.
Now, you could claim that this is merely meant to be an easter egg reference to her, but... is that really Project Moon's style? After all, when people speculated on Don Quixote being Sancho or a Bloodfiend partially based on her appearance all the way back since near launch, they turned out to be right.
Hong Lu's Father
As of now, there is only one instance of Hong Lu referencing his Father in Limbus, and it's a voiceline from his Base Identity:
Now, if you know anything about DOTRC, this should already be raising some flags, because if Hong Lu was just Baoyu, he would not fucking talk like that about his Father.
In the book, Baoyu is consistently shown to be afraid of his Father, for a good reason mind you, as he's his main abuser. Baoyu would not be looking forward to introducing his friends to that man.
Even if Hong Lu was trying to downplay the abuse he's recieved, this would still not fit his pattern of behavior. When topics that genuinely bother Hong Lu come up, such as what could make him distort or how rich people would enjoy gifts made of humans, he immediately pivots and tries to avoid the topic at all cost. He would not bring up his main abuser in such a lighthearted manner, he would avoid bringing him up at all cost.
However, there is a character in DOTRC which does in fact have a more positive relationship to her Father, and would likely be the one with an opinion such as that - Daiyu. Daiyu loves her Father, and when he dies she completely disappears from the story for a bit to attend his funeral. If there was anyone who would be excited to introduce their friends to their Father, it'd be Daiyu.
Lasso Hong Lu's Corrosion
I made a whole seperate post about this, but I might as well mention it here as well for the sake of completion. The design choices made for Hong Lu which are missing for Faust are very, very Daiyu-coded.
For one, not only does Hong Lu completely turn into a flower, unlike Faust, his horse also gains a flower in its mouth. For those whose knowledge of DOTRC is zero to none, Daiyu is a reincarnation of a Flower given sentience due to being watered by the Jade. I don't think I have to be the one to connect the dots between those two pieces of info for you.
The second is how the halters become a noose for Hong Lu. This, too, is a very Daiyu thing - Rose Hunter as an Abnormality represents the inability to escape one's fate, and Daiyu's fate is to die - the Jia Family arranging a marriage between Baoyu and Baochai leads to Daiyu falling deathly ill, which in itself could be considered a part of her repaying her Debt of Tears - the debt she swore to repay to the Jade/Baoyu when she was still a Flower.
The hilarity of the fact that this E.G.O came out in the same update as Hong Lu being called Baoyu in-story is not lost on me.
Rose Sign Abnormality Log
The third Log for Rose Sign ends in a very peculiar way.
There's multiple ways one can tie Hong Lu's odd reluctance to talk about flowers and the petals. One is the obvious "he's being reminded of Daiyu because she was a Flower" connection, but there's another one.
One of the most commonly potrayed images of Daiyu relates to a scene in DOTRC where she buries fallen flower petals, weeping for and lamenting the mortality of the flowers and herself. Hong Lu's reaction here to his fellow Sinners being reduced to nothing but petals upon Rose Sign's death feels like a notable parallel to Daiyu's flower burial scene.
Like literally everything about Kurokumo Hong Lu
The title for this is a bit of an exaggeration, but at the same time. I'm serious. Kurokumo Hong Lu is perhaps the most Daiyu Identity out of all the Hong Lu Identities we have, and the way he is designed to stand out among them further makes me go insane.
Kurokumo Hong Lu's most defining trait is his attitude - he often complains about his position and how authority treats him, though he doesn't really act out against them in any major way outside of making snarky or sarcastic remarks.
This is, frankly, an extremely Daiyu thing to do. Daiyu is one of the few characters who audibly complains about her treatment in the household. For example she complains about not being given as many opportunities to show off her poetry skills as her male peers are, and she recognises how, when all the girls in the family are given flowers, she's the last one to recieve them and thus is stripped of the ability to pick, being only given the leftovers.
Then there's the whole. Everything about Kurokumo Hong Lu's visual design. Because once you realize just how Daiyu-like the Identity is, you realize just how weird he is compared to other Hong Lu Identities. I mean just look how he compares to his other Identities.
He's the only Hong Lu Identity with a blue tint to his hair in the combat sprite rather than the usual purple.
He's the only Hong Lu Identity whose hairtie is a ribbon rather than a jade ring (Liu Hong Lu technically has the ribbon in his post-uptie art, but he doesn't have it in his combat sprite so I'm not counting him).
He's the only Hong Lu Identity to not be smiling in his combat sprites.
And he's the only Hong Lu Identity (and one of only four Identities in the game) whose Idle sprite has its body facing away from the opponent rather than facing towards them.
All of those combine to make him stand out like a sore thumb in a Hong Lu Identity lineup in a way that makes it feel intentional, especially since he's also the only Hong Lu Identity with that kind of notable attitude towards authority. Other Hong Lu Identities are either obedient, don't express any opinion, or just straight up are the authority.
The Baoyu reveal is framed in a very weird way
This is, admittedly, less of a Daiyuism and more of a not-Baoyuism, but I thought it'd be important to mention nonetheless.
There are a lot of things about Canto 7's reveal of Hong Lu's name being Baoyu that are very strange, especially compared to how the Canto frames Don Quixote's own reveal of actually being Sancho.
For one, the timing itself - why is such an important piece of info being revealed so early? Again, compare to Donqui - she was revealed to be a Bloodfiend in the Intervallo right before Canto 7, and the Sancho reveal only came in the second half of the Canto.
For two, the framing - Donqui's reveals are treated as what they are, Major Reveals. The Baoyu reveal on the other hand happens in a single off-handed line, with nobody reacting to it in any way. Neither Hong Lu nor the other Sinners seem to hear it after all.
And mind you, it's not like Limbus is opposed to giving us important information in off-handed lines - far from it in fact. Project Moon loves shoving little bits of foreshadowing and reveals you don't realize are reveals until way later in these kinds of off-handed lines. But the way those lines are treated is still very different to how the Baoyu reveal is treated.
Usually, when there's foreshadowing in off-handed lines, it's usually either vague enough to be something a character could say regardless of context (see Yi Sang getting hung up on the Sedatives bit in Canto 2 or Ishmael's comment about Syndicates pretending to be Families foreshadowing her own history with the Middle via Queequeg) or something that is in the middle of a scene that distracts from what is actually being said (like Hong Lu's distortion foreshadowing being in the middle of an important infodump or most of everything in Canto 2 being surrounded by a comedic tone).
None of this is present for the Baoyu reveal. There's nothing to distract you from this information, as the scene is already focused on discussing Hong Lu, meaning you're already likely to be paying attention to what is being said about him. There's also no vagueness about it, there's no way you can brush it off since not only are Wei and Xichun newly introduced characters, but it's a whole ass clearcut namedrop.
The only way I can justify that reveal being there in the form it takes is that it in itself is the distraction. Think about it. Didn't I point it out earlier that this reveal came in the same update as the E.G.O with an extremely Daiyu-coded corrosion design? Wouldn't it make sense for that reveal to be there to lower your guard, make you think you resolved that mystery, only to later on reveal it wasn't the whole story after all?
Hong Lu's Themes of Identity
So this section is a bit more vague than the Daiyuism section, because Hong Lu is the type of guy to just Say Shit all the time. It's basically just. Anything that I find relevant to the idea of Hong Lu's Identity being more complex than him just being a random guy using a pseudonym, with some (but maybe not all) of them directly tying to the idea of Two in One.
"Which one is the real you?"
There are currently two seperate scenes where Hong Lu muses on the idea of someone's identity being in some way vague or obscured.
Is Dante the person or the clock? Is the dreamer the one in the dream or the one who wakes from it? Which you is the real you? Does it even matter if that you will flutter away in the end?
This idea of there being one true self. That even if there are two, there is only one of them that is actually you. Curious, right?
Face-changing dance
During the Canto 2 scene where everyone gives their reasons for whether or not they'd be a good pick for being the one to dance, Hong Lu says this.
Bian lian is a kind of dance literally translated as "face-changing". It involves rapid changes between various masks and make-up to represent different emotions or characters.
Now, it's no secret that Hong Lu is a great actor, as we see in Canto 4, and Canto 7 shows how the comparison to theatre and actors can be used to symbolize one's performance of identity, as it does for Sancho and her Don Quixote persona.
Mind you, this reveal comes in the same scene as Sinclair's dance invoking the image of a bonfire burning all through the night according to the Mariachis, a clear foreshadowing to Canto 3 and the Literal burning down of Sinclair's home.
Hong Lu knowing bian lian could be further foreshadowing to his own skills in deception, and how he too is a sort of actor, not unlike Don Quixote. On the other hand however, it could also be a more literal foreshadowing, that he (Baoyu) Quite Literally changed his face. We won't know until Canto 8, but it is an option you know.
The HamHamPangPang dish(es)
For those who don't know, here is a list of the Sinner-themed dishes that were available at HamHamPangPang.
Now, chances are, not all of them have deep meanings. I don't think there's much of a deep meaning to Heathcliff and Ishmael's dishes, I think PJM just legit don't know much about British/American cuisine so they just picked something recogniseable.
However, not all of them are meaningless picks either. Ryoshu, likely a mother, has a meal literally called "parent-and-child donburi". Don Quixote, a Bloodfiend, has a garlic-based dish. These were clearly done on purpose.
So, what does it say that Hong Lu's dish is actually two different dishes? That he's the only one whose dish is two different dishes? And it's not like the two are in some way inherently connected, since they're of completely different cuisines. Japchae is a Korean dish, not Chinese like the Mandarin rolls.
And just in case you weren't convinced that Hong Lu's choice of dishes is purposeful - another name for Mandarin rolls is flower buns, and one of the special occasions japchae is commonly served for is weddings. If you had read through the Daiyuisms section and somehow have no idea what the significance of that is, I don't know what to tell you.
The Daiyu-Baoyu Theory (finally)
So. I gave some evidence for why I think Hong Lu could still be Daiyu despite being revealed as Baoyu. I gave some evidence for why I think Hong Lu could be a Two in One deal, or that at the very least there's something more complex going on with his identity. But let's discuss the theory itself, how it would recontextualize certain things, and why I think it's an extremely fitting an thematically resonant direction for Hong Lu's Canto to go in.
The Theory
Here's what I speculate is going on.
Daiyu, just like in DOTRC, is someone who was taken in into the Jia Household rather than born in it, and who strongly connected with Baoyu upon meeting him. The two would end up forming a bond strong enough that they would be willing to die for one another (or, if they're in particularly argumentative moods, to kill themselves just to force the other to have to live a long life grieving over them - this is an actual argument they have in DOTRC and I pray to god this is adapted into Limbus because it's too fucking funny).
At some point, Baoyu either dies or is brought to near death, likely through the same circumstances as in DOTRC - being beaten by his Father. To save him, his memories and consciousness would be transferred to his eye, a process not dissimilar to the one Xichun brings up in Canto 7, and implanted into Daiyu's body, causing them to become a vessel for Baoyu. This would be how Hong Lu as he is now is created.
All of the above is the main basis for this theory. Everything else that I might speculate about, such as the exact nature of the two's relationship, Daiyu's more exact background and personality, how their pre-reincarnation lives could be adapted - all of those are things that are purely speculative and ones that I don't really expect to be actually fulfilled. The only bits that I am sure are likely to be true is what I laid out above.
So... what does it all mean for the future? I'm glad you asked!
The Recontextualization
Here's a collection of just a couple of things that Hong Lu has said or is depicted as that would be heavily recontextualized if this theory ends up being true.
Hong Lu surviving despite claiming he didn't fight back when his siblings first tried to kill him: With the context that he used to be two seperate people, the answer to how he survived is made very simple. Baoyu is the one who wasn't fighting back. Daiyu, however, could have still protected him in turn.
The red ribbon on Hong Lu's weapon: There is only one other Sinner who has a similar decoration on their weapon - Ryoshu, who also has a red ribbon on her sword, which could be easily connected to Yuzuki and her death. With the context of Hong Lu being Baoyu occupying Daiyu's body and thus effectively rendering their self non-existent, the red ribbon could be a parallel symbol - a symbol of Daiyu and their 'death'.
How Hong Lu treats his weapon in his base E.G.O: The way Hong Lu holds his weapon in the illustration is more like he's cradling another person. This could be a representation of how he feels about Daiyu's situation. Likewise, in the attack animation, he's not really attacking with the weapon itself, is he? He's simply using it to direct a ribbon (which in itself is missing in the illustration), the part that is actually the attack. If the weapon in the base E.G.O represents Daiyu, this could be a parallel to how Baoyu feels like he's merely directing Daiyu's body to attack, rather than being the one actually attacking.
The duality of Hong Lu IDs: There is a notable pattern among Hong Lu IDs, and that is the focus on his attitude to violence. When he's in a situation where he's obedient towards his Family, he's either uninterested in violence, bored of it, or otherwise given no other choice but to use it as a reprieve from boredom. However, when he's in a situation where he's disconnected from his Family or otherwise questioning the status quo, he's shown to not only be much more aggressive and violent, but to outright enjoy it. With the context of Hong Lu being composed of two people, this duality could represent each of his components - the obedient and violence-averse being more Baoyu-like, while the questioning and violence-favoring being more Daiyu-like.
So, there's a bunch of stuff that would be given new meaning under the premise of this theory being true. But now, what about the future? What would this theory mean for the themes and ending of Canto 8?
The Resolution
I believe this is how the Daiyu-Baoyu theory will affect Canto 8.
At some point, whether before or during the Canto, it will be revealed that Hong Lu is both Daiyu and Baoyu. There will be an attempt to seperate the two, perhaps to implant Baoyu into a more fitting, more Jia Family-approved Vessel. Perhaps because the 'arranged marriage' from DOTRC could be adapted into something more... let's say Fear and Hunger kind of marriage rather than traditional marriage.
This will leave Hong Lu to be returned to their state as Daiyu, who will be revealed to be a very different person to what the Sinners knew Hong Lu as. There is a non-zero chance that Daiyu will be unable to hear Dante or be revived by them due to the one who signed the contract being Baoyu, and so they could end up acting as an uncontrollable ally unit not unlike Xichun in Canto 7.
The climax would then be Daiyu and Baoyu reuniting and being unwilling to part with each other again, even for the sake of returning to being the fake persona that is Hong Lu, leading to a potential duo boss fight/distortion boss fight/duo distortion boss fight.
The ending would be the two of them deciding to embrace their new identity as Hong Lu and truly becoming one, discarding their pasts and the selves that had been forced on them by the Jia Family. This ending would have a twofold meaning regarding how it connects to the DOTRC adaptation.
One - it would be a direct parallel to the ending of DOTRC where Baoyu leaves to become a monk. By becoming Hong Lu and discaring his previous identities, he'd be leaving behind the earthly attachments inherent to being Baoyu and Daiyu and become spiritually whole.
Two - it would be a reflection of the major theme of DOTRC, that being "Truth becomes fiction when the fiction's true. Real becomes not-real when the unreal's real." Hong Lu, as a person, is a 'fake' persona used by the 'real' Baoyu and Daiyu. However, by discarding those two identities and deciding to just be Hong Lu, the fiction of his existence becomes the truth, while his former real selves become not real.
Conclusion?
I could honestly just keep going with this post, but I think I'm going to stop myself here before I'm forced to find out what tumblr's character limit on posts is. Believe me, I was trying to be brief, and still this post is. This fucking long.
I hope this explains why this theory has been the subject of my brainrot for the past however long, and why I feel like it's surprisingly plausible despite being as deranged as it is.
Godspeed and godbless, I have classes tomorrow and I'm spending my time on this.
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TES Summer Fest Day 1 - Forbidden
A 7 year old Vanus "Trechtus" Galerion stays up late one night reading with his dad.
#tesfest24#tesfest#tes summer fest#vanus galerion#the elder scrolls#tes#elder scrolls#eso character featuring daggerfall era lore so idk what game to tag#mine#i know the blanket is rough. am never drawing a blanket ever again#my art#finding out that vanus was originally a dev ttrpg character makes it make more sense why he has such a protagonist-esque backstory#anyway if you read this far down in the tags here's a misc vanus headcanon for you: his dad's name is also trechtus (making vanus a jr) and#that is part of the reason he was so ok with his name being changed. it reminded him too much of his dad and old life
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Pregnant by Proxy
SimonRileyxPregnant!Reader
Have had this idea in my head for many, many months. Finally just decided to do it- even if it seems strange to some.
Triggers for medical inaccuracies, language, minor angst, still born mentioned
What triggered it all is you not showing up. Being Laswellâs right hand while she was Watcher, given you the opportunity to assist Task Force 141 on multiple missions. So much, they considered you a part of their team.
Here instead, Simon Riley stood back watching you from afar. He had hunted you down and located you in your hometown. Something he was never ever supposed to do. There was a no contact rule for them outside of their work. Price enforced it for safety reasons. But Simon just couldnât stand not knowing where you were or what had happened. That was unsafe for him. He needed to see you, needed to make sure you were alright.
âI canât tell you much, just that she will not be attending this mission.â Laswell spoke from the computer screen during their video call meant to be a mission brief for the 4 of them.
âShe ok at least?â Price asked, looking up over the stack of papers in his hands up at the camera.
You had made your mark on all of them⊠but maybe not as dark or inflicted as you had on Simon.
âMedical emergency back at home. I know you guys are worried about her, but I really canât disclose anymore.â Laswellâs voice firmer, protecting you. âShe deserves privacy and her time off.â Something you had earned away from them.
Simon couldnât help but pipe up. âWhen will she be back?â You are an asset to this team, as much to his spirit.
A heavy sigh from Laswell, âWe need to focus on the task ahead.â She was putting up a wall. How dare you leave without relaying some sort of word to himâŠ
What had happened to you?
That was the moment Simon knew he needed to find you. You were at risk, something had happened. Did you get sent somewhere without him and hurt? Are you bruised and bloody? Had someone laid hands on you? Dangerous as you were⊠Simon couldnât help feeling that you were fragile. He had seen you in the most intimate of ways on more than one occasion. Perhaps that had changed his perception of the clarity of body. Fragile like clay figurine, porous and breakable. Skin smooth, even though littered with scars in places. Special, is the way to describe you to him. You understood him. An extension of his peace.
So, he finished the mission. Angrier than he had ever been at the end of one. Days drawn out, even though it only took them a week to find their target and take him into custody. It was a success, a record in apprehending someone capable of such violence. Little did the Task Force know, Ghostâs unbridled rage of procrastinating the ability to find you, the result of such a feat.
Price knew something was up when Ghost had turned down the interrogation of the suspect. This was his forte. One of his best qualities of finding intel was beating a man into submission. Glancing with a side eye filled with suspicion, Price then closed it. Halfway knowing what Ghost was up to, the fact that Simon now needed this. He needed to know you were alive.
There were a few times you would tell him stories of your hometown and family after you would connect and lay naked together. He enjoyed it. It distracted his mind while his brain would close his eyes and imagine it. Never once did you tell him where you from or the name of the town⊠but he had seen it so many times in his mindâs eye, he had just an inkling of where it was hidden.
Imagine his surprise when had finally found you outside your favorite coffee house. A small coffee in your hand⊠and a swollen belly round in front of you as you slowly waddled away from him. He had stood back near the corner about 3 buildings away from you, following you ever so slowly.
Shock had filled his system. He could walk away now⊠in fact he fully wanted to bolt and sprint in a different direction. He knew you were safe, alive and clearly thriving⊠but he had more questions now then when he did about your absence.
Feeling like you were being watched made you turn around. Eyes instantly locked on the black shadow that was following you.
âSimon?â Your sweet voice called to him, filled with confusion and happiness.
âWanted to see youâŠâ Was all he could mumble out as he approached.
Awkwardly you tried hard to lurch to him, hard to do so when your counterbalance was way off.
âIâve missed you so fucking much,â a rushed hiss to him, as you tried to lay your head into his chest. It was difficult with how round you were, the babe pressing you away.
His finger guided under your chin, lifting it up so he could see your eyes. Tears welled in them that he brushed back with a thumb. Fucking hormones.
âMissed you,â you repeated. Somehow even through all your emotions, the glow on you was so strong and intense. How beautiful.
Simon remained quiet, while he tried to decide how far along you were. The time frame⊠seemed possible, but he wasnât entirely sure. The time away from you seemed so much longer. He wanted to ask, he needed to know this now. Sure, he wanted to run at the same time, but you were important to him. This was important to him.
âIs it mine?â He asked his palm spreading over the circumference.
You stood there unable to speak. It was such a long story. Words hindered, closed off. Instead, you shook your head with a slow no. Regret written all over your face.
Instantly, the rage returned to him. Of course he wasnât good enough for you. Thatâs why you left. Thatâs why everyone eventually does. How dare you be so important to himâŠ.
Turning on heel, he pushed past the crowd of people nearby trying to get away from you. Anger blinding him, deafening your calling out.
âSimon!! Wait!! Sheâs not mine either!!â Trying your hardest to run after him.
What?
He stopped dead in his tracks, unable to turn to look at you yet. The same tears that had stung yours now been transferred to his. Had he really wanted this with someone so bad before?
Your hand pressed into his back letting him know you were still there.
âSheâs my sisters⊠itâs a really long fucked up story, but she is my sisterâs.â
Abstract. This whole thing was completely abstract and fucking strange. You were being a surrogate to it all.
âWhat?â Simon said again, finally turning around, his head looking to the side, still not fully able to look at you yet. He needed clarification, needed to comprehend you hadnât betrayed him.
âI went on leave because my sister was pregnant and went into labor at about eight and half monthsâŠbut something had happened. She got this blood infection in her uterus causing a still birth. And when it did, it made things happen to her reproductive organs so she would never be able to carry a baby againâŠThey had to take it all out.â A heavy breath left you, as you started to explain, a shake he could hear in your voice, one that and couldnât ignore.
He turned back around, finally able to look at you again. To you, it was like the break of dawn and the sun greeting the Earth for the first time. He was listening to you. This whole time you were fearful of losing him⊠but here he was standing before you. Shining like the sun every morning, a wordless pact.
âMy sister⊠she lost her baby and I saw what it did to her. This is all she has ever wanted was to be a mother, and her chance has been taken from her. So, when the doctor said they had saved some of her eggsâŠI knew I had to do this for her.â Taking his hand, you placed it back on your belly, sprawling his long fingers over it. âThis baby isnât yours⊠and she isnât mine. That doesnât make her any less important though. Just know I had to do this for her.â
His hand was warm. Radiating warmth into you. It gave so much into you, like you had just spewed out back to him.
Did he doubt you?
âI was on my way to an appointment. Why donât you come with me and maybe that will help you understand.â
A compromise. Let me make this right.
Sliding his hand across your belly, over to your hand he took it and gripped it, squeezing once in awhile. His quiet assurance. So, you led the way. The sail to his boat, teaching and guiding him.
The room was white. White bed, white paper covering it. White walls. White Floor. So much white it hurt for him to look at. Carefully, he stood next to you, letting you climb on the bed to lay down.
âWhere is your sister?â A valid question. He would think if this was her baby, she would want to know details, right?
âWork. I think it still hurts her to come sometimes⊠She has come to a few in the very beginning, but as it gets closer it scares her.â
A valid response.
âYou been coming by yourself?â
A slight shrug of your shoulders. âI haveâŠâ That hurt him to know you were doing a majority of this alone.
âHow did youâŠ?â He said looking down and looking back up at you.
âConceive?â Unsure if that was what he was asking or not. âArtificial. They planted the embryo after it was fertilized."
Oh, thank God. The relief written on his face makes you laugh.
âDonât worry. No one else has been inside me in that way. I would never let anyone, let alone my brother-in-law.â Still chuckling.
âBetter not.â The only words he could say in his embarrassment of thinking so.
In walked the doctor, who looked over at the mountain of a man.
âWell, hello. Is his him then?â She pointed to him and looked back at you.
âIt is.â A smile radiating back at her, truly at your happiest.
The doctor glanced back over at him. âShe has talked about you quite a bit and how much she wished you could be here. Itâs hard, what she is doing for someone else, but Iâm glad her person is here with her now. Your girlâs quite brave.â Rolling across the floor of the room on her stool.
Simon was dumb founded; you had talked about him to someone else? Did he really mean that much to you too?
âNow letâs have a look.â
Rolling your shirt up, exposing that smooth skin to him one more time. Itâs been so long since he had last seen it, and here it had changed so much but remained stunning to him.
The doctor measured it before pulling out the doppler to hear the heartbeat. A soft whooshing noise was instantly recognized, making you close your eyes and smile. It was so surreal to Simon. Like he was on the outside looking in. He had the opportunity to see you in this light⊠and somehow it still was that way for you too. Knowing you were carrying this baby⊠but it wasnât entirely yours either.
âYour niece is looking wonderful. See you at your thirty-six-week appointment. Will be once a week starting then.â Niece⊠A reminder that you were grateful for this baby, but a deep part of you wished it was daughter.
Somehow, he had made it to the checkout desk with you and hadnât even realized it.
âCan I list you as an emergency contact?â the question that brought him back to reality. Your eyes were looking up at him, pen and paper in your hand before you wrote his name down.
âSure,â he said taking the pen and paper, scribbling his number down next to his name. Who said anything about no contact outside of work again?
Ending the day, you brought him back to your home. Allowing him to see more of your personal life. Baring it all to him today. His fragile figurine, safe and protected now that he had found her once more. Never again would you be out of his sights. He will see to fix that, all on his own.
Two hands started at your hips before snaking around, his arms fully embraced you from behind. He lifted up on your heavy belly, taking the weight off your hips. A pleasant groan emitted from you. How good did that feel.
âSuch a nice thing you are doing for your sister⊠but next time, the baby in there is going to be ours.â His mouth hot and heavy next to your ear, before running his tongue from the bottom up. It made your skin run hot and cold all at once, goosebumps in the wake on your skin.
âGoing to be such a good mother,â his hand trailing down your belly and onto your thigh before squeezing it. âI want this to be safe and healthy for you all, but as soon as you can⊠Iâm fillinâ you with my own. As many as youâll let me.â Grinding into you, imagining you swollen with his seed making him aroused.
âI missed you.â You whispered out the thrice time today.
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trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m)
â pairing: jk x f. reader
â genre: fluff, smut | college au, slight coffee shop au (?)
â word count: 12.4k
â warnings: pov change after the first part (its kinda obvious.. i hope), sleeveless jk, jealous jk, like really jealous, side character yoongi, cameo jimin and hoseok, they work tgt in a coffee shop, boxer!jk is back to his nature (he's boxing again, at last), cocky jk (but he's hot so its ok), usual banter between jk and oc, also banter between oc and jimin, mentions of cuts and bruises from boxing, references to the movie Real Steel, uhh what else i dont rmb anything else this thing is GIANT for me, smut in the form of: kissing, marking (hickeys), making out, an attempt at dirty talk, dry humping, cumming in pants, hint at unprotected penetrative sex at the end (don't do this!). [pls lmk if i missed smth]
â summary: a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.
â author's note: okay first of all full disclosure i started this in sept 2022 and just finished it today ^_^ i tried to edit it as best as i could, so if you see any mistakes, pls kindly... ignore... thank you... ^_^ that aside, i also feel the need to disclose that this is only my second time attempting to write smut so pls.. be kind.. hehe. okay! i hope you enjoy this absolute giant baby of mine!!
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Thereâs an advantage to knowing someone for years. Jeon Jeongguk can attest to this fact from first-hand experiences heâd had with you throughout the many years you both have known each other. Heâs seen you cry after you almost drowned when you were ten and youâve seen him throw up his breakfast after drinking skimmed milk when he was twelve, where both life-threatening experiences had been deemed not serious by young-you and young-Jeongguk who used both experiences as means to roast each other. (Though growing up, your hands automatically grabbed the whole milk carton when grocery shopping with him and heâs never let you go within a five-meter radius of a swimming pool without his supervision.)
Years of friendship with you has also given him the advantage of being familiar with your likes and dislikes, from trivial ones like how you donât drink coffee because it upsets your stomach to more serious ones like the type of boys you would date in your teen years. Heâs never had a problem with the former, instead using it as another mean to annoy you (âYou canât drink coffee? What are you? A child?â), but the latter had always bugged him for reasons unknown prior to his big epiphany a little over a year ago. (Spoiler alert: it was the first time he came home with piercings on his eyebrow and lower lip, when he tempted you into kissing him stupid.)
Now heâs confident that the type of a boy youâd date would be someone who is handsome, tall, has a great smile and tattooed bulging biceps on the side. Add a lip piercing (and a fake tongue one!) as well and heâs sure youâre never going to look at other boys ever again. If you do, well, heâd just make the piercing on his tongue a permanent one, even though that means he wouldnât be able to kiss you for weeks after. But as said earlier, heâs confident that you only have eyes for him alone.
With that same confidence, Jeongguk struts through the glass door of the coffee shop youâre working at for the summer, going up to the counter with a grin painted on his features. Said grin goes unnoticed by you, though, as youâre busy taking the order of the person in front of him. His lips stay tilted upwards as he watches you work, writing the customerâs name on the cup with your big, round, cute handwriting. Only when youâre done taking the order and the customerâs cup has been given to your coworker do you notice his presence, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.
âHi, what can I get you today?â you greet him in your customer-service voice and smile like you do any other customer that has come before him. Jeongguk gives you an amused smile, making you chuckle as you key in his order even before he says it himself. He eyes the small screen in front of him that displays his usual choice of beverage, making a sound to stop you from ringing him up.
âActually,â he says when you hum in question, âcould you add milk to that? Make it a latte?â
âYou want a latte?â you emphasize the last word, making sure you didnât hear him wrong. âLike, with milk and foam on top?â
âUh-huh,â Jeongguk confirms, leaning his elbows on the counter to stare at you as you change his order from an americano to a latte. âCan I also order you on the side? Look too good not to be devoured,â he adds, a sleazy smirk on his lips.
You scrunch up your face at his innuendo, his words hard to believe when youâre wearing a murky brown apron and a matching cap on your head. âIâm adding a brownie,â you deadpan. âThat would be seven dollars.â
âYou donât want anything?â Jeongguk asks as he straightens up, hand reaching for his wallet to take out his credit card. âNo coffee though, babe.â
âNope, Iâm good,â you answer as you accept the card Jeongguk hands you, swiping it through the card reader. âYoongi said I can try the new menu in large for free! Iâm saving calories for that so no sugar allowed for now.â
His forehead creases upon hearing the new name. âYoongi? Whoâs Yoongi?â
âHim,â you tilt your head towards a mint-haired guy whoâs busy making all the drinks, hands skillfully moving from one cup to another. Itâs a wonder how he doesnât spill even a drop of liquid. âIâll introduce you later but now you have to move, thereâs a line. Shoo.â
Jeongguk gives you a playful pout as a protest but complies with your request to move, sliding down to the pick up counter as you greet the next customer in line. There are two people lined up after him, barely a line like you made it sound like, but he figures because itâs an hour before closing that you consider any amount above one person a line. He also notices that you and the mint guy (Yoongi, was it?) are the only ones manning the counter, so itâs not like you have any spare time to deal with him given the amount of work that has to be done.
âAn iced latte and brownie for Jeongguk!â Mint guy shouts as he slides the drink and dessert on the counter, lingering for a second when he sees Jeonggukâs hands reaching for his order. Mint guyâs gaze trails up his arms to his face, eyes meeting Jeonggukâs confused ones. Recognition bleeds into his cat-like eyes as his mouth forms into an O shape.
âKiddoâs boyfriend?â
The low baritone of his voice is unexpected, though thatâs not the only thing throwing Jeongguk for a loop. âKiddoâ? He has a nickname for you??
Mint guyâYoongi!âdoesnât take his lack of response personally, instead opting to turn around and talk to you who have just finished taking orders from the customers. Jeongguk canât hear what words you and Yoongi are throwing around, but from the way you glance at him, it looks like the mint-haired guy is just trying to confirm the answer to his two-worded question directed at Jeongguk earlier.
Your response to Yoongiâs inquiry makes the guy give you double pats on your cap-covered head, triggering a laugh to come out of both of you. While Yoongiâs laugh looks like heâs teasing you good-naturedly, yours looks like a shy one if the pink dusting your cheeks are any indication. It prompts a scowl to appear on Jeonggukâs handsome visage, furrowed brows and clenched jaw. It is not in your nature to get shy.
As much as he wants to stay rooted to the pick-up counter to keep you and Yoongi in his close watch, he has to move his ass somewhere less crowded to avoid getting eye-fucked by the girl next to him who has been staring at his tattoos for the past five minutes. Prior to dating you, anyone who displays interest in his tattoos would make pride swell in his chest, an ego-booster guaranteed to make his day a thousand times better. He used to subtly flex whenever he caught someone looking at his sleeve tattoos, an equally subtle wink on the side if that someone is a girl he found attractive. But after dating you, he realizes that the only attention he wants (and matters) is yours. Now anyone staring at his tattoos with the intention of flirting or getting in his pants just makes him shiver in disgust.
Though, in this particular instance, Jeongguk admits itâs his own fault by showing up to the coffee shop in a sleeveless shirt. It wasnât intentional, he just grabbed anything within reach when he packed for the gym earlier in the day, but the way he left his hoodie in the car is definitely intentional. He thought he would give you a distraction surprise by baring his sleeve when youâre working, but you seemed unaffected even when he leaned on the counter to flex his muscles. Which is weird, considering you never missed any chance to ogle his inked bicep whenever heâs boxing.
As Jeongguk plops a small piece of brownie into his mouth, he just realizes that your roles are reversed now, with you doing your thing and him doing the staring. His eyes never leave your figure as you ring up three more customers since he sat down, transferring plastic cups onto Yoongiâs never-ending queue of orders. He watches as you take the last two cups by yourself, re-reading the order before moving to grab the ingredients needed for the drink. Your hands donât work as fast as Yoongiâs, the muscle memory not yet settling in, but Jeongguk can tell that your help is appreciated by the way the mint guy smiles at you while patting your shoulder.
When the orders are all done, you go up to the glass door to flip the sign so it shows the Sorry, weâre closed! side. A glance at the clock tells him that it is thirty minutes until closing time, meaning thirty minutes until you can get out from behind the cashier and into his waiting arms. He hasnât seen you all day today and all he wants to do is kiss you breathless the second you get rid of that horrendous apron and cap. Jeongguk starts counting down from the thirty-minute mark, hoping time would tick by faster.
Behind the counter, Yoongi is still busy making one more drink while refusing your offer to help. Itâs weird seeing your kindness being offered to someone that isnât him, but Jeongguk supposes this time itâs strictly work-related as he knows Yoongi has been making all the drinks (except the last two that you did) ever since he sat down with his order. Though, it seems like the drink in his hand is not an order at all, because he gives the plastic cup to you instead of putting it on the counter for a customer to take. Thereâs an almost childish grin on your face as you sip on the drink, eyes lighting up as you shoot Yoongi a thumbs up. After you exchange some more words with Yoongi, Jeongguk watches as you skip happily to his table with your drink in hand.
You place said drink next to his cup of latte on the table before your hand reaches for his drink to steal a sip. âI just have to clean up and wait for everyone to leave, then weâre good to go.â You steal two more sips of the latte just because you can.
âOkay, babe, but I still want my latte, you can put it down now,â Jeongguk chuckles, watching you do as he says with a guilty smile on your face. But then your hand takes the little spoon that came with the brownie to cut a sizable chunk from his half-eaten treat, quickly plopping it into your mouth. âFinish your brownie so I can take the plate away to wash it.â
âAre you just here to steal all of my food?â Jeongguk jokes, no menace behind his words as he reaches up to thumb away a stray piece of brownie from the corner of your lips. âAnd you said you didnât want anything when I offered earlier.â
âI didnât,â you confirm, âstealing from you is just too hard to resist.â
Jeongguk wouldâve continued the banter if not for Yoongi calling your nickname from behind the counter, signalling for you to get back to your job.
âBoss calls,â you say, sneakily stuffing some more brownie into your mouth. âShould get back. Bye!â
âHeâs your boss?â Jeongguk asks incredulously, glancing at the mint-haired guy whoâs still busy moving around behind the counter. âThat young guy is your boss??â
âYeah, Iâll explain later,â you wave your hand dismissively, turning to leave. âDonât steal my drink!â
In true Jeongguk fashion, of course he steals a sip from your drink. He does it just to be petty that you wonât explain anything about Yoongi, but heâs also curious what the new menu tastes like. He doesnât remember seeing any banner for a new menu when he entered the shop earlier, so heâs guessing it hasnât gone on sale yet.
He scrunches up his face the moment the drink touches his taste buds, tasting the bitterness of coffee among the layers of other flavors. Itâs not as strong as the americano he usually has, but he can still feel it linger even after he swallowed the drink. Definitely not the type of drink youâd order on your own, though, so why were you so excited to try this new menu?
Looking around the shop, Jeonggukâs gaze falls on Yoongi. You did say he was your boss, didnât you? Could it be that this free drink is just a plot to use you as a guinea pig for his experimental weird recipes, knowing that you canât refuse your boss? Was that why he refused your help earlier? So he could make the drink taste as bizarre as it is right now?
His eyes continue following your and Yoongiâs figures behind the counter, squinting them in distaste whenever he sees you laughing at something the mint-haired guy said. Your smile, your lowered gaze, your shy demeanor, all remind him of a feeling he thought he had buried a long time agoâthe same feeling he got whenever you got a boyfriend in your adolescent years. Suddenly, Jeongguk feels fifteen all over againâa clueless doe-eyed boy who donned t-shirts in every color of the rainbow every day of the week and strutted like he owned the school just so you can see that he was cool, only for you to deny him of a Sunday together.
Those years have become a core memory for him that it inspired him to get one of his tattoos: Rather be dead than cool, because he realized the way to your attention was not by being cool, it was by just being himself. (Yes, the âhimâ who showed up unannounced at your doorstep after two years and ended the day with you on his lap stealing all the breath straight from his lungs.)
Anyways, all of that doesnât matter because currently, your eyes are not on him but on your mint-haired boss whoâs busy grinning while washing some equipment. Why are you both smiling so much around each other? Do you have some kind of inside joke thatâs so funny you canât stop laughing? What is so pleasing about Yoongiâs presence that you keep beaming at him?
Jeongguk chews the straw of your drink in anger, not realizing that he has inhaled almost half of the cupâs content despite claiming that he hates the taste. Sipping on your drink has become an afterthought as he was busy analyzing how wide your smiles are while working with Yoongi and how friendly the shoulder and head pats you give each other are. Itâs sickening.
Eventually, everyone else in the coffee shop left and youâre in front of him once again to get rid of the brownie plate from his table, whining when you see the half-empty cup in Jeonggukâs hand even as youâre chewing the rest of his brownie in your mouth. Fair trade, he says as you walk away with the plate and spoon in hand.
Not even five minutes has passed since you left his table, yet Jeongguk feels tired of being patient, taking your and his coffee cups in each hand before coming up to the counter. It seems like Yoongi senses his presence, because he looks up from the calculator app on the tablet in front of him to give Jeongguk a curious glance. Their eyes meet for a split second before Jeongguk moves his gaze past Yoongiâs shoulder to you, whoâs still busy wiping down the counter. A knowing smile curves on Yoongiâs lips.
âHey, Kiddo,â Yoongi turns towards you, the nickname still irritating to Jeonggukâs ears. âIâll finish closing up, you can go. Great work today.â
âNo itâs okay, I can help you mop the floor after Iâm finished with the counter.â You donât even look up as you wave him off, oblivious to Jeonggukâs presence and his increasing impatience in front of your boss. He clears his throat comically loud, making you turn around to see a frown etched on your boyfriendâs face and Yoongi tilting his head towards him with a small, almost teasing smile on his face.
âOh.â You pull your lips into a thin line. âOkay then. Sorry about him, Yoongi.â
âNo worries, Kiddo.â
Yoongiâs nonchalant response is laced with a chuckle, which for some reason, upsets Jeongguk even more than the nickname he keeps calling you by. Is Yoongi not scared of him? Of his tattoos, of his muscles? Is he not intimidating? Canât he feel the piercing stare Jeongguk keeps giving him ever since he walked into the coffee shop?
âYou.â Your stern voice tears his hot gaze away from the mint-haired guy, whose focus is back on the calculator on his tablet to count the sales they made today. âIâll clock out first then we can go. Please donât do anything weird in the five minutes that I donât have my eyes on you.â
Jeongguk follows your figure with his eyes until you disappear into the backroom, leaving him alone with Yoongi. Yoongi, the guy with the mint hair, whose surname he doesnât even know, who is your boss that strangely have an endearing nickname for you. Things that stream steady questions into his head, about your initial meeting with Yoongi to the extent of your relationship with him. Itâs the nickname he canât seem to shake off of his mind, the way it rolls easily off Yoongiâs tongue, as if heâs been calling you that for years. Has he known you for years like Jeongguk has? Been through near-death experiences with you like Jeongguk has? Has he deserved the right to call you by a nickname like Jeongguk has?
âYou can stop shooting daggers at my head, you know,â Yoongiâs low drawl almost makes Jeongguk think that heâs talking to himself, but the sentence is clearly directed at him. The older guy finally looks up from his tablet to look at Jeongguk in the eyes for longer than a second, no coffee orders to complete to interrupt their interaction this time. âKiddoâs boyfriend, Jeongguk, right?â
As Jeongguk gives a nod to confirm Yoongiâs question, a hand is extended towards him to complete the introduction. âIâm Yoongi, Kiddoâs coworker-slash-boss.â
Jeongguk grips Yoongiâs hand with more strength than necessary, unintentionally flexing his muscles too. He thought that would be enough to tell Yoongi that Jeongguk is your boyfriend and he has no business being so friendly with you, but Yoongi only glances at his tattooed arm before letting go of his hand with a comment about how strong his grip is.
âThanks, I do boxing,â Jeongguk mutters curtly, upset at the degree of nonchalance Yoongi is showing. He starts glancing at the door to the backroom where you currently are, wishing you would emerge right this second so he can go and doesnât need to face Yoongiâs mint hair ever again.
âYeah, Kiddo might have mentioned that a few times, just like she wonât shut up about your sleeve tattoos,â Yoongi says, going back to his tablet. âI used to box too, by the way.â
If you asked Jeongguk what Yoongi used to do, he wouldnât be able to answer at all as he chooses to focus on the part where Yoongi said you wonât shut up about his sleeve tattoos and tune out the rest of his sentence. âMy tattoos? What about them?â
âShe said you have tons. Shoulder to fingertips. Thatâs how I recognized you when giving your order,â Yoongi answers lightly, which piqued Jeonggukâs interest even further. Wouldnât it be fun to use this coworker-slash-boss of yours to get information about what youâve been saying about him at work? What else does Yoongi know about him other than he does boxing and has a sleeve tattoo?
âReally? Does she gush about how hot they are to you, too?â
Itâs not a question meant to be answered, its sole purpose to show off that you indeed gush to him about how hot his tattoos are. Though, if one thinks about it, why would Jeongguk need to boast to Yoongi about the compliments you give him about the strokes of ink on his arm? What business does Yoongi have knowing about it?
Yoongi seems to be unaware of Jeonggukâs inner dilemma as his face breaks out into a grin. âI think sheâd be mad at me if I told you half the things she gushes to me about you.â
So you do gush about how hot his tattoos are to Yoongi. Interesting.
The fact that Yoongi insinuates thereâs more to that is both endearing and terrifying to Jeongguk, because while heâs giddy that you talk about him with other people with so much enthusiasm, too much of it could end up in you sharing something about him that you should not have. Not to mention youâre sharing it with your boss, someone you should keep at an armâs length when it comes to sharing about your significant others. One wrong move and he could use it against you.
Jeongguk is just about to ask Yoongi to elaborate further on his statement when you step out of the backroom, now out of the murky brown cap and apron and in a white t-shirt that looks like it belongs to Jeongguk. All thoughts of Yoongi knowing all sort of things about him evaporates right away, his mind focusing on how cute you look instead. If only Jeongguk doesnât know basic human decency, heâd pull you by the waist to taste the mouth heâs been deprived of for the whole day, not giving an ounce of care about your boss watching the whole thing.
No, heâs a good boyfriend so he opts to pull you by the shoulders instead, letting your arms go around his waist before squeezing you in his arms. The kiss he drops on your cheek is chaste yet lingering, like he wants to let you know just how much he missed you. You tighten your arms around him in return, wordlessly saying the same thing back.
âReady to go?â Jeongguk mumbles into your hair, not yet letting go of the hug.
âYeâoh, wait!â You pull your face away from its initial position on Jeonggukâs chest. âYou havenât met Yoongi yet.â
âWe did, Kiddo,â Yoongi waves you off. âYouâre free to go. Your boyfriend here has been waiting long enough.â
âNo,â you say, pulling away from Jeonggukâs hold. âI mean I havenât introduced you two properly.â You gesture to the both of them back and forth as you say their names. âYoongi, meet my boyfriend, Jeon Jeongguk. Jeongguk, meet my boss, Min Yoongi. His family owns this coffee shop.â
âThatâs what you mean by proper?â Jeongguk says to you as he takes Yoongiâs hand for the second time that day, regular grip this time because youâre watching his every move like a hawk. âI didnât know you own the shop. Nice place,â he nods to the older guy, releasing his hand.
âThanks. Itâs my dadâs, though. I just help from time to time,â Yoongi shrugs.
âYou âjust help from time to timeâ but willing to dye your hair mint in honor of the new menu.â You nudge his elbow playfully. âSpeaking of the new menu, did you finish the whole cup, Jeongguk? Iâve only had a few sips.â You frown as you bring the cup to your eye level, examining just how much of it is left. Itâs an exaggeration, obviously, as the cup in your hand is still half-filled. But Jeongguk plays along, saying the reason why he inhaled your drink is because heâs tired from having just gone back from boxing.
âYou have your own latte,â you point out, finally taking a much-deserved sip from your free drink. It still tastes okay, so you stop grilling Jeongguk about stealing your drink (even though you kinda stole his too, in the middle of your shift nonetheless.) âOh, and did you know Yoongi alsoââ
Yoongi clears his throat loudly before you can finish your sentence. You look up from your drink, alarmed, afraid you might have said something wrong. Your eyes meet Yoongiâs and he gives you a tiny shake of his head, one Jeongguk doesnât notice because heâs busy taking sips from his own cup of latte. (And because heâs more focused on you than Yoongi.)
âHe knows, I told him I used to box too,â Yoongi says.
âYou did? I didnât catch it,â Jeongguk averts his eyes from you, turning to look at Yoongi. âWanna have a match? I could use an opponent for my session tomorrow.â
âI said I used to, Kid,â Yoongi re-emphasizes on the two words. âI have a shoulder injury. Itâs healing, but I still shouldnât do too much to it.â
âOh come on, Iâll go easy on you.â
âJeongguk!â A slap lands on his bicep courtesy of you.
âWhat? He said itâs healing!â
Itâs only now that Jeongguk witnesses the exchange between you and Yoongi using only your eyes, yours looking frantic while Yoongiâs looking as cool as a cucumber. Maybe he should dye his hair a shade of green resembling a cucumber rather than a mint.
After watching you and Yoongi have a silent conversation for a minute, Jeongguk lets out a sigh as he takes the final sip from his latte. âItâs okay, babe, I was just kidding. Itâs fine if Yoongi doesnât want to have a match with me.â He throws the empty cup into a trashcan nearby. âIt just means that he backs down easily from a challenge.â
You physically face-palm at his sentence, missing the way Jeongguk throws a challenging smirk Yoongiâs way. The older doesnât seem fazed at all, instead letting a small smirk take over his features as well. âThatâs not a really nice thing to say to someone youâve just met,â he drawls.
Jeongguk shrugs. âJust stating the truth.â
âJeongguk, please stop,â you whine from behind your hands, still facepalming because you donât want to become a witness in case this coffee shop becomes a crime scene.
âAlright, Iâll have a match with you,â Yoongi says finally, tone resolute. You peek out from the cocoon of your hands, glancing back and forth between your coworker-slash-boss and your boyfriend who are having a staring contest, both refusing to back down. âTomorrow after my shift works? Kiddo here can take the same shift so she can watch us too.â
âSure,â Jeongguk agrees without a pause. âIt ends at three, right?â
âYep.â
âCool. See you then.â
Then Jeongguk puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the counter to finally go take you home as itâs the reason he came here in the first place. You hastily give your coworker a wave goodbye over your shoulder, getting a wave back accompanied with a laugh. Jeongguk uses the opportunity to steal yet another sip from your drink.
âStop it! Youâre gonna finish it all!â
âWhat even is it? It tastes really weird.â Jeongguk scrunches up his face.
âItâs mint mochaccino, you ass.â You pull the cup away from him, who chases the straw with his mouth while grinning wide. âStop or I wonât kiss you until tomorrow morning.â
âAlways withdrawing kisses when I need them the most,â he pouts, retreating from your drink to let you finally finish the cup yourself. âCan I kiss you in the car or should I wait until we get home?â
(Does not matter what you answer is, because he grips the back of your neck in the car to make out with you for five minutes, and then finish what he started in the safety of his room, under the blankets.)
âAre you sure you want to fight with Yoongi later?â
You and Jeongguk are back in his car, on the way to the coffee shop for you to start your shift and for Jeongguk to get his americano to kick off the day. His nod to your question is firm.
âYeah. My coach said itâs good to train with an opponent sometimes.â
âYou couldâve fought with your coach instead, then,â you point out.
âTrue, butââ Jeongguk tilts his head, sucking in a breath. âHeâs the one who trained me, so he knows my fighting style and pattern. Itâs good indeed, but itâs missing that element of fun.â He drums his fingers against the steering wheel. âBesides, I want to know what your Yoongi is made of.â He casts a glance at you to see your reaction.
âWhat âmyâ Yoongi, what are you talking about âŠâ You heave a sigh, massaging your temple. Itâs not even 9 AM yet but you can already feel a headache coming. Sometimes you wonder why youâre willing to date this childhood friend of yours, knowing all of his flaws and bad habits like this. Though itâs given you the advantage of being able to read between the lines of his actions, often you wish heâd just say things outright without you having to dig it out of him.
âYou know, the Yoongi you work with? The Yoongi who gives you head pats? The Yoongi who has a nickname for you?â Jeonggukâs tone gets more annoying near the end of his sentence, almost as if heâs trying to get a certain reaction out of you.
âThe Yoongi who owns the cafe I work at, which is the sole source of income I have?â you reply instead, refusing to give in to Jeonggukâs silent provocation. âAlso, the Yoongi who used to box. I think you should keep that in mind when you fight him later.â
âYeah, yeah. Bet he wasnât even that good.â
You manage to arrive at the cafe unscathed, only losing a tiny piece of sanity because your boyfriend couldnât keep his mouth shut about Yoongi and his non-existent boxing skills (Jeonggukâs words, not yours.) It doesnât help that the Yoongi in question is already standing behind the register, greeting you with a smile and throwing a lopsided smirk your boyfriendâs way. You donât like the thick tension between them at all so you quickly slip into the backroom to let Jeongguk be a big boy for once and order his own americano for the day.
Stepping out of the backroom in your mandatory work apron and cap, youâre kind of relieved when you see the shop is still intact, not thrown upside down courtesy of your boyfriend and his inability to control his strength (and emotion) in the face of a threat (read: Yoongi.) Upon seeing you, Jeongguk pushes himself off the counter heâs leaning against before reaching for your waist despite your boss standing just a few feet away. The cup of americano on the counter tells you that you took too long in the breakroom, which if anyone asks, youâd justify with adjusting your work attire. In reality, you just donât want to face your boyfriend and the sour look he has whenever he so much as glances at your boss.
âYou can always cancel the fight with Yoongi, you know,â you murmur, biting your bottom lip in worry. âYou could hurt him, he could hurt you ⊠itâs not ideal.â
âHmm.â Jeongguk purses his lips. âWhatâs not ideal is your boss having a nickname for you.â There he goes again, always having something to say about Yoongi. âAside from it being highly unprofessional, itâs also inappropriate since you have a boyfriend and that is me. Jeon Jeongguk. I am your boyfriend.â
âJeongguk, he knows,â you groan, fed up with the back-and-forth about this whole Yoongi thing. You donât even know why your boyfriend is so threatened by the older guy when heâs a whole lifetime ahead of him. âItâs not even a nickname. Youâre just seeing what you want to see.â
Jeonggukâs reply never makes it out of his mouth as heâs interrupted by Yoongi clearing his throat, making you both look at him tapping on his wrist to signal the time. Itâs a reminder that youâre here to work, not to continue the argument that sparked in the car. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at your boss, sharing a hard stare with him before deciding to do something one should not do in front of their boss: dip down to kiss you, using your surprised gasp as a way to slide his tongue inside your mouth. In the five seconds he manages to tangle his tongue with yours, you completely missed the sound of the glass doors opening and the low whistle that came after, along with Yoongiâs chuckle and greeting to the person who just came in.
Shoving Jeongguk away by your hand on his chest, you try to cover your burning face with your other hand as an attempt to save your dignity in front of Yoongi, though you doubt itâs working at all. Jeongguk licks his lips then winks at you, squeezing your waist in his grip before stepping back to grab his cup of americano, now full of condensation sliding off the plastic cup. He takes a sip to taste test before scrunching up his nose.
âCouldâve been better,â he sneers, making you glare. âAlright, Iâll let you get to work. See you later, babe.â Then, after a second, turns to Yoongi to add: âyou too.â
When Jeongguk disappears into his car, you put your head in your hands and let out the loudest groan known to man. âIâm sorry, Yoongi.â
The mint-haired guy only gives you a gummy laugh, eyes turning into crescents as he shakes his head. âYour boyfriend is really something, Kiddo,â he muses. âA really ⊠fun early morning entertainment, you could say.â
âEntertaining it was!â You hear the voice first before you see the person, the one who mustâve come in when you were rather preoccupied with your boyfriend. Park Jimin, your other coworker, slides behind the counter in a brown apron identical to yours and Yoongiâs, just minus the cap. Good, that means he doesnât have a bad hair day today and can take the position at the register instead of you. You could use some more time to learn to make the drinks, anyway.
âDidnât know you and your boyfriend were such exhibitionists, Kim,â Jimin taunts you, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. âAlthough, if my boyfriend were that hot, I would have wanted to exhibit him tooâŠâ He purses his lips in an exaggerated manner of faux thinking, obviously trying to rile you up. âLucky you, Kim.â
âShut up, Park,â you seethe through your teeth, slapping him with a dish rag while he cackles happily. âWeâre not exhibitionists. You just have terrible timing.â
âOh, it was perfect Iâd say, just in time to catch sight of his tongue going into your mouthââ
âJIMIN!â
When Jimin continues making fun of you by making gross kissing sounds, you turn to Yoongi for help. As the oldest amongst you three, he must have a sound solution to get Jimin to stop making those awful sounds and put you out of your misery. Although, your trust in him is probably misplaced as Yoongi just chuckles and tells you something your own mom would tell you whenever youâre telling on Jeongguk: âJust ignore him, Kiddo.â The sacred word of ignore. âGo prepare the breakfast pastries now.â
So much for sound solution.
You go about your shift as usual, with Jimin manning the register like you planned to. Time goes by quickly when youâre busy working (and when your coworker is Park Jimin) that you didnât realize itâs almost time for your shift to end. You glance at the line in front of Jimin and see that there are still three more people he needs to serve, while you and Yoongi still have about five tickets to finish before you can clock out and leave. Scratch that, might be eight tickets to go considering the workers who have their shift after you arenât here yet. Itâs gonna be a while before you can see your boyfriend and be a witness to an unnecessary fight between him and Yoongi.
âHey, Kim, whereâs your boyfriend? Didnât you say he was gonna pick you up from work?â Jimin nudges your elbow when he finishes taking one customerâs order, sliding a plastic cup into the queue in front of you. âI want to see just how hot he really is,â he continues while wiggling his eyebrows.
Before you can slap the guy with your dish rag againâitâs looking more like your weapon rather than a cleaning tool at this pointâYoongi pipes up from his position in front of the sink. âJust look for someone with a tattoo sleeve. He loves brandishing it.â
âOoh, a hot guy with tattoos,â Jimin whistles. âAdd some piercings and I might steal him away from you.â
âJimin, quit drooling over my boyfriend,â you sigh, taking the next cup in line as your coworker turns back to the register. Heâs already starting to greet the next customer when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, sliding next to him to brew the espresso needed for the order youâre making. âHe has one on his lip, but heâs mine. Note that, Park,â you whisper to him while heâs keying in an order, earning a light chuckle from the man.
âHeâs just messing with you, Kiddo, donât mind him,â Yoongi chuckles from beside you, eyeing Jimin whose focus is currently on the cup heâs scribbling a customerâs name on. âHe has his eyes set on someone else already.â
âGossiping, arenât we?â Jimin turns to you and Yoongi with a sleazy smile. âCareful now, unless you want Hoseok to know about your hot boyfriend too, Kim.â He gestures to the glass doors, where Hoseok from the next shift just walked through. Heâs a great guy, but youâve only shared a couple shifts with him, so you think you havenât got to the point of sharing about significant others.
With the mention of Hoseok, you and Yoongi move to finish the orders you have left before handing over the shift to the aforementioned man. When all your orders are done and youâre ready to head to the backroom, you turn to ask Jimin to go with you only to find him still rooted in front of the register. âJimin, youâre not going?â
âOh, Iâm actually covering for Eunbi.â Jimin shrugs, sliding a cup into Hoseokâs line of orders. âGo, Kim. Have fun with your boyfriend,â he grins, sending you a teasing wink.
Hoseok, a clueless witness, looks at the both of you with a scandalous stare. âWhat, what, what did I miss? Why are you winking like that, Park Jimin?â he says, urging Jimin to elaborate while pouring drinks into a plastic cup.
âYou should ask her, Hobi,â Jimin snickers into his hand as he turns to greet a customer. Hoseok turns to you, his expression hopeful that you will shed light on the reason behind Jiminâs wink.
âMy boyfriend is about to fight with our boss and I donât know how to talk him out of it,â you say through your teeth, giving an overly-sweet smile to a confused Hoseok. âNow if youâll excuse me, I have to meet him and make sure heâs not gonna bite Yoongiâs head off.â
âBye, Kim,â Jimin sing-songs, waving his hand to you. âSay hi to your boyfriend for me!â
Youâre already walking away, turning to tell Jimin off when you bump into Yoongi whoâs just came out of the backroom, void of his work apron and ready to go. He grabs your shoulders to turn you around, pushing you into the backroom to prevent anymore banter between you and Jimin. âLet it go, Kiddo.â
In the backroom, you catch a text from Jeongguk saying that heâs already in the coffee shop, ready to go when you are. You emerge from the room after clocking out, moving your feet to the dining area of the cafe while waving to Jimin and Hoseok behind the counter. Scanning the room, you search for a familiar mop of black hair that belongs to your boyfriend.
Itâs easy to spot Yoongiâs mint hair amongst the sea of other natural-colored hairs. Whatâs not easy is believing your eyes when you see the person sitting in front of Yoongi waving wildly at you, grinning like a mad man. Itâs your boyfriend, the person youâre supposed to see after work, the person youâre supposed to supervise when he fights your boss later, alright, that part you know. The part that you donât know and have a hard time believing is:
Jeonggukâs hair is mint.
Not black, not brown, not the experimental half-half he tried in high school. Mint.
The exact same shade as Yoongiâs.
It feels like youâre on autopilot when your feet carry you to their table, jaw on the floor while your eyes are stuck on Jeonggukâs freshly-dyed strands.
âHi, babe,â your boyfriend has the audacity to say, lips stretching impossibly wider. He reaches up to run his fingers through his mint hair, an act so deliberate even Yoongi sighs at the sight of it, but it makes your heart skip a bit nonetheless. âDo you like my new hair?â
The light green strands previously tangled with his fingers fall back to cover his forehead and frame his face perfectly, the light hue somehow blending well with Jeonggukâs skin tone. It also accentuates his jaw more, making it appear sharper when the grin on his lips morphs into a smirk once he notices that you canât stop staring. Oh, that smirk. Usually hot with his previously black hair, it is now lethal with his mint hair, toeing the line of playful and dangerous at the same time.
You want to scream at the obvious and cheesy question.
Yoongi, the third person whoâs been watching the entire interaction unfold before his eyes, clears his throat. âIf youâre done eye-fucking your boyfriend, can we go now? I have somewhere else to be after this.â
âYoongi!â you whisper-shout, half scandalized, half disbelieving that your boss can say something so crude in the middle of his own buzzing coffee shop. Maybe heâs been hanging out with Park Jimin too much. (Or maybe heâs just sick of you drooling over your boyfriend time and time again ⊠yeah, maybe that.)
âCanât wait to lose to me, Min?â Jeongguk snickers, taking your hand in his as he follows Yoongiâwho pointedly ignores his taunting questionâtowards the glass door of the coffee shop.
You catch Jiminâs eyes as youâre stepping out, his eyes rounding in surprise before a sly smile takes over his features. Have fun! he mouths, giving you a wink. Ugh, youâre gonna face a lot more questions the next time you have a shift together with him.
After another futile attempt at talking Jeongguk out of fighting with Yoongi, youâre seated where you usually are, on the sidelines of Jeonggukâs gym, this time with heightened anxiety out of fear that your boyfriend and your boss could hurt each other. Youâre worried less about the physical partâboxing is a very physical sport, after allâand more about the mental part.
Boys are full of pride, full of ego. They pride themselves on their ability to box, delivering punch after punch until their knuckles bruise. They pride themselves on their muscles, bulging biceps that took years to build and maintain. They pride themselves on their strength, how they are able to hold you up against the wall when youâre busy sucking air off each otherâs lungs.
Oh, and in case itâs not clear, by boys you mean Jeongguk.
You have a lot of faith in your boyfriend, of course, but knowing Yoongiâs boxing skills, no matter how long ago it was, the outcome of the fight today could just be the one that would hurt Jeonggukâs pride. The possibility of it happening is so high that youâre already preparing yourself for when Jeongguk comes back to you with his ego bruised. God, you can only hope Yoongi wonât hit too hard.
Youâre too busy thinking of the many possible outcomes of this fight that you donât realize when Jeongguk is back from putting his gloves on and warming up, now standing in front of you. âWish me luck?â he says, along with a toothy grin your way.
âYeah, good luck, Ggukie,â you reply, lacking your usual sarcastic bite. Jeongguk seems to pay no mind to it, though, ducking down to peck your lips before turning around to face his opponent for the day.
You catch Yoongiâs eyes when Jeongguk has his back to you, quickly mouthing donât hurt him! to your boss, which he only responds with a smirk. All the blood drains from your face. Looks like your worries about someone getting his ego bruised wonât be just worries after all.
When the fight has started (Jeonggukâs coach started itâyouâre grateful heâs there because then you donât have to worry too much about Jeongguk and Yoongi beating each other to a pulp), you canât help but watch. You just realize, in the years youâve known Jeongguk and watched him box, youâve never actually seen him fight anyone else other than his coach. Heâs said before that he only took boxing as a way to work out, not to actually fight, so you guess that makes sense.
You donât watch boxing matches a lot (actually, you donât watch them at all), your only knowledge of boxing you get from watching Real Steel, a movie about boxing matches for robots, set in the far future when human boxing is not interesting anymore due to the limited brutality. Youâre not sure how much information you retained from the movie, and how accurate they are, but youâre pretty sure you donât need much boxing knowledge to know that right now, Yoongi is playing defensive while Jeongguk is playing offensive.
Alright, you admit, you have no idea if the terms youâre using are right, but itâs the simplest ones you can use to describe the sight in front of you. Since the start of the fight, Jeongguk has been throwing punches continuously, while Yoongi has had his gloved hands covering his face the entire time. Okay, not the entire time, but heâs only thrown one punch compared to Jeonggukâs one hundred ones.
As the fight goes on, Yoongi starts throwing punches here and there while still dodging Jeonggukâs aggressive fists. Youâve never seen Yoongi move this much in the entire time youâve known him, and it surprises you how agile he is. The way he ducks under Jeonggukâs arm and throws him off balance is admirable, sometimes a little bit funny (just a bit, you promise) because it shows just how calm he is compared to Jeonggukâs aggressive, almost-angry boxing style.
When Jeonggukâs coach declares a break, your boyfriend walks back to you with his brows furrowed, tearing off one of his gloves so he can remove his mouth guard and grab his water bottle. After chugging down half of its content, Jeongguk heaves a frustrated sigh.
âI canât grasp his fighting style,â he grumbles to himself. His eyes are set on Yoongi, whoâs on the other side of the room, drinking from his own water bottle. âWho the fuck ducks all the time while boxing?â
âMaybe itâs because you keep throwing angry punches at him, babe,â you say, initially to keep his frustration at bay, but instead it makes him raise his eyebrow at you in a duh way. You backtrack immediately. âOkay, okay. But itâs just your first time fighting him, isnât it? Be patient, Jeongguk, and maybe let up your punches a little bit?â
âBaby, itâs boxing,â he says exasperatedly. âSomeone has to throw some punches.â
âI know, but you just seem so ⊠angry. Yoongiâs only ducking to dodge that. Iâm saying maybe you can tone it down so he could stop dodging, so then you can see his fighting style better.â Youâre saying this while gripping his biceps, hoping your words can go through his seemingly-clouded mind. âWhen you see his fighting style, wonât it be easier to figure out a way you can beat him? Isnât that what you taunted him with at the cafe?â
You know itâs not even remotely possible to learn oneâs boxing style just from a single fight, let alone âfigure out a way to beat himâ. Somewhere in his fogged mind, you believe Jeongguk stores this fact as well, heâs just currently too deep in frustration to place it in the front of his mind. Youâre not even sure your suggestion to learn Yoongiâs fighting style is registered well in his head, considering your boyfriend is now back to eyeing your boss with fire in his gaze.
âJeongguk?â You give his shoulder a firm grip as he puts his mouth guard back on. âTone it down. Yoongi could just be waiting to punch back. You donât want that.â
Jeongguk parts ways with you with an absent-minded nod and two pats to your head with his heavy gloved-hand. On the other side of the room, Yoongi looks ready to go back into his fighting stance. You sigh internally. Jeongguk is so going to punch him aggressively, again.
The next thirty minutes of the fight goes like a blur in front of your eyes. Jeongguk throws a hook that Yoongi dodges, Yoongi retaliates with a jab to Jeonggukâs side which makes you wince, rinse and repeat. Maybe youâre wrong about your boyfriend for once, you think, seeing his calmer fighting style now. With the way he left your conversation minutes prior, you really thought he was gonna continue raining punches on any part of Yoongiâs body he could reach. Youâre relieved that thatâs not the case.
Although, perhaps your relief came too soon because a boxing match isnât over until itâs over.
Watching Jeongguk fight with Yoongi is like watching a cartoon character with an energy meter atop his head, except for Jeongguk, it measures his patience instead. As the minutes went on, you feel like you could see the patience meter above his head depleting until itâs all gone, and thatâs the moment he went back to his initial fighting style: aggressive and angry. You almost pull your hair out in frustration because you just know that this is what Yoongi has been waiting for ever since the fight started.
The next thing that happens reminds you a lot of one fighting scene in Real Steel, where Atom was waiting for his opponent to run out of energy so he can fight back. In the movie, Atom knocked the other robot down with a final uppercut, gaining him a win and advancing him to the next round. Well, uh, in this case, just replace Atom with Yoongi and the other robot with Jeongguk.
Yoongiâs clean uppercut wiped your boyfriend out, whoâs now lying on the ground clutching his faceâwhich youâre sure is beginning to swell right now. Despite already knocking Jeongguk down, Yoongi is still in his fighting stance, never lowering his guard even as Jeonggukâs coach counts to ten. Your boyfriend remains immobile, though, and the second the count is up youâre running towards Jeonggukâs limp body.
âGguk, are you okay? Baby, look at me,â you say hurriedly as you try to pry his arms away from his face. He doesnât budge, and for a second, youâre scared that Yoongi has maimed your boyfriend for life. âAt least let me know youâre alive,â you continue when his silence becomes concerning.
âHmmph,â Jeongguk grunts. You heave a huge sigh of relief.
âOkay, good.â You run your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to offer some comfort even though you know he had this coming. Gigantic ego, big talk, cocky as shit? Yeah, you understand that Yoongi would want to knock him down a few pegs. But now is not the time to launch into an âI told you soâ spiel, not when Jeongguk is still freshly bruisedâboth his body and his ego.
So instead, you lash out at your boss.
âI told you not to hurt him, Yoongi,â you snap-slash-whine, a frown on your lips. You thought, as the oldest among all of you, Yoongi could be trusted to knock some sense into Jeonggukâs mind without physically hurting him like this. As it turns out, all boys are the same.
The older guy just shrugs. âProbably wouldnât get my point across if he werenât knocked down.â He shakes the sweat out of his hair as he starts taking off his boxing gloves. When he sees youâre not impressed, he chuckles. âRelax, Kiddo, I didnât even hit him that hard. Heâll be okay.â
âReally, Yoongi?â You roll your eyes. âYou gave my boyfriend an uppercut just to prove a point!â
Yoongi just continues laughing as he chugs from his water bottle. His nonchalance about this is starting to piss you off. Maybe itâs your turn to put on the boxing gloves and sock him in the face, give him a taste of his own medicine. You scoff to yourself, picturing your own body lying next to Jeongguk if you really did that.
âJust tell your boyfriend here that thereâs no need to be jealous of me, Kiddo,â Yoongi says, picking up his bag. Just then, Jeonggukâs coach appears with an ice pack in his hand, offering it to you so you can place it against Jeonggukâs swollen jaw. Despite your attempt to coax him out of his arm cocoon, he still refuses to move.
âYoongi, look at him, you really broke him.â Youâre flat-out whining now, kicking your feet like a child. It doesnât even occur to your mind that youâre all still in the middle of a public boxing gym, with other people around you, being witness to this ridiculous scene.
âOh my God,â Yoongi laughs before crouching down at Jeonggukâs legs. âHey, Jeongguk, you hear that? Your girlfriend is worried about you,â he says, nudging Jeonggukâs leg lightly. âShe only has eyes for you and your tattoos, too, you donât need to be jealous at all.â You smack him on the shoulder for that.
Jeongguk finally removes his arms from his face at Yoongiâs words, his doe eyes menacing. âGo away,â he grits out at the older male, his scratchy voice making him sound less threatening than he intended. Despite that, Yoongi still holds his hands up in surrender.
âIâm going, Iâm going,â Yoongi relents, standing up while adjusting the hold he has on his bag. âWas gonna go anyway, I have a date to get ready for,â he throws a grin your way. âAlright, Iâll be going first. Take care of your boyfriend, Kiddo.â
Yoongi retreats with a wave towards you both.
Jeongguk lets out a groan, shifting your attention away from your boss whoâs already backing his car out of the parking lot. âQuit your job tomorrow,â he says. âI hate your boss.â
âStop moving around!â
âIt hurts!â
Youâre both back at Jeonggukâs house now, with you sitting atop his outstretched legs on the bed, attempting to take care of his battle wounds courtesy of his fight with Yoongi. Aside from the swollen jaw, Jeongguk has a cut on his eyebrow and a split bottom lip. For a boxing match, youâd say these are minor injuriesâproving Yoongiâs words right, he didnât hit Jeongguk that hardâbut your boyfriend is acting like a baby. He keeps jerking his head away every time the alcohol swab comes in contact with either of his cuts, it irritates you to no end.
âYou have a goddamn full sleeve of tattoo and a lip piercing, quit acting like this hurts more,â you hiss, pressing the cotton in your hand to the cut on his lip as Jeongguk hiss back in response.
âAt least when I got my tattoos and piercing, the artist didnât do it while yapping my ear off,â he lisps through the cotton. âWhat happened to the caring girlfriend at the gym? Did she go away too, alongside Yoongi?â
âOh, shut up, if I yapped back there Yoongi wouldâve stomped on your ego more than he already did, do you want that, Jeongguk? Huh?â Your words are harsh, but you try hard for your hands to be the opposite, gentle as they cover the cut on his eyebrow with a band-aid. Jeonggukâs forehead is still damp from his quick shower earlier, beads of mint clinging to his skin. He might look smoking hot with his newly dyed hair, but the way the color rubs off on anything is starting to get onto your nerves. You wipe lightly at the color to make sure the band-aid sticks to his skin and does not come off the second he jumps around again.
âMy ego is fine, you donât need to protect it like this,â Jeongguk grumbles, adjusting the ice pack heâs holding to his jaw as you press a new cotton ball on his lip, discarding the one stained crimson red to his bedside table. âMaybe if you care about me as much as you care about my ego, everything wouldâve been better.â
The way heâs rambling like he got his sense knocked out of his head as well makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. âDonât test me, Jeon. If I didnât care about you I wouldnât be here sitting on your thighs patching your minuscule injuries like theyâre fucking wounds from a war.â
âMaybe,â Jeongguk half-agrees, a pout on his lips. âBut you havenât kissed me even once ever since the fight ended. Do I not deserve a kiss because I lost? Do you not want to kiss me ever again because I canât beat Yoongi in boxing? Do you think Yoongi is way better than me now? Do you want him to be your boyfriend instead of me?â
With every nonsensical question, his pout deepens, and his eyes droop to stare blankly at nothing.
âHah, âmy ego is fineâ my ass,â you mumble, mostly to yourself as you turn the gears in your head on how to stop the bleeding on Jeonggukâs lip. It keeps gushing out blood, and you canât exactly stick a band-aid to it like you did his eyebrow. At last, you just hold a cotton ball against it and hope it stops bleeding soon.
âYoongi was right, you know,â you say clearly now, the tumble of Yoongiâs name out of your lips making Jeongguk glance up and focus his sight on your face. âYou donât need to be jealous of him at all. Heck, you donât need to be jealous of anyone, Jeongguk. Iâm your girlfriend and will always stay your girlfriend, no matter what. You donât need to beat anyone in boxing or dye your hair the exact same shade as anyone for me to stay. You, Jeon Jeongguk, are enough.â
Jeonggukâs eyes, gazing into yours, are glassy with unshed tears. You donât know if they are there because heâs touched by your words or are leftovers from crying over his bruised ego from the fight with Yoongi. Either way, it throws you off balance. Next thing you know, youâre being tugged down by the nape for a kiss.
Jeonggukâs lips are warm, like usual, but the tinge of metal you taste on your tongue is making you worry. Before you lose yourself in his kiss, you pull away to thumb at his lip lightly, seeing streaks of red on your skin. Youâre about to continue pressing the cotton ball in your hand to his lips and stop all forms of kissing immediately, but your boyfriend has a mind of his own as he instead sucks your thumb into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the digit delicately as he holds eye contact with you.
Gone is the trace of any tears from his eyes, now replaced by something you can only identify as lust. As flattered as you are that Jeongguk finds you desirable in your current situation, it also makes you confused. Heâs hurt and the only thing in his mind is getting his dick wet? Unbelievable.
The ice-cold feeling on your waist tears your attention away from Jeonggukâs dark eyes as you yelp, hand instinctively prying the cold thing away. The âthingâ turns out to be his hand, which was previously holding the ice pack to his swollen jaw. Heâs sneaked his fucking cold hand under your shirt to hold your waist when he shouldâve kept holding the ice pack to his jawâhis swollen jaw!
Your boyfriend has a swollen jaw, a busted lip and a cut eyebrow. This is not the time to be screwing around.
Pulling away your thumb out of Jeonggukâs mouth at the speed of light, you attempt to climb off his lap, but heâs read your mind even before they are conjured up in your own brain. His hands are back on your waistâyes, the cold one tooâand they hold you firm in place. The side of Jeonggukâs lips turn up into a sickeningly sweet smile, before he tugs your body towards his, making your hips come in contact with his crotch. Heâs hard. Oh, fuck.
âYou know, I never really understood why youâre so bratty whenever youâre horny and I canât tend to you right away, but I think I get it now,â he says right by your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. âIâve been trying to will away my boner ever since you sat on my lap, but your weight on it is so damn distracting, itïżœïżœs hard.â
âSo,â he punctuates the word with a kiss on your neck, âI started saying anything to get my mind off it, but the way you care for me just ïżœïżœ turns me on even more, if that was even possible.â He noses his way down your throat, coming to a stop at your collarbone. âAnd then all that talk about how I am enough ⊠holy shit, I lost it. All I could think about was how I want to kiss you and fuck you into next week on this very bed.â
You can barely hear the last few words Jeongguk is saying, because heâs mumbling them into your skin as he peppers kisses and nips there. His fingers are now pressing into your back, pulling you closer and closer to him until there is no space left between you. You crane your neck so he can have more room to splash reds and purples onto your skin, sighing to the top of his mint head.
âYou know, for someone claiming to be horny, youâre doing a terrible job at dirty talk,â you jab at your boyfriend, earning you a bite on your neck and a tightened grip on your body, making you close your eyes with stuttered breath.
âEasy, babe,â Jeongguk chuckles. âYou talk as if you wonât be a moaning mess by the end of this,â he continues with much confidence. âBut also, my lip is still kinda bleeding and my sides are still throbbing from the bruises. Kinda debating should we continue or just go to sleep.â
âJeon Jeongguk I swear to God if you leave me high and dryââ
âMaybe you should kiss them better,â he cuts you off with a suggestion, his lips still trailing butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone. The hands still on your back sneakily climb up and up until theyâre reaching for the clasp of your bra, easily opening it to free your breasts from its confines. Your sound of protest gets stuck in your throat as a strangled moan comes out instead when Jeongguk massages your breasts tenderly with his fingers.
âMaybe I wouldâfuckâif you get rid of your shirt,â you say, tugging on the offending piece of fabric still covering your boyfriendâs gorgeous body. Itâs not fair that heâs got you half naked already and heâs still fully clothed.
Jeongguk parts himself from your body long enough to tug his t-shirt off from the back of his neck in one smooth motion, exposing the golden expanse of his skin to your hungry eyes. If you thought his mint hair was smoking hot with his shirt on, itâs literally burning a flame of desire deep in your belly with his shirt off. Youâre tongue-tied as you marvel at the sight in front of you, you almost jump when your own shirt and bra are taken off your body.
Now both bare from the waist up, Jeongguk wastes no time leaning back in for a kiss on the mouth, this time open-mouthed so he can slide his tongue inside. You keen happily, slipping a sigh in between as he slowly lowers you to the bed. Jeongguk anchors his hands on your hips, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants as he keeps your mouth busy with his own. In contrast, your hands are everywhere, from his broad shoulder to his firm back, from his bulging biceps to his rock-hard abs. You even tease your fingers past his waistband, grabbing onto his ass and squeezing, making him groan hotly into your mouth. Itâs only when your fingers brush against his sides that he winces, reminding you of his earlier request.
âFlip around,â you whisper against his lips, âso I can kiss your bruises better.â
âHmm?â Jeongguk hums, your words a murmur in his head. âBut I like having you like this. Under me, naked, panting, wet,â he says, slipping his hand beyond your sweatpants to prove his words rightâyouâve soaked through your panties. He drags a finger slowly up your center. You shudder.
âYeah? I can be naked, panting, and wet on top of you as well.â
âOoh, tempting.â Jeongguk licks his lips. He flicks your clit with a cheeky smile dancing on his lips, before settling his hands back on your waist. âAlright, Iâll flip over.â
The next second, youâre staring at him from up top, admiring how his mint hair looks against his dark grey bed sheets. Although, his hair is the least of your concern right now, as youâre tugged back down for another bruising kiss. Now that youâre on top, Jeongguk takes the opportunity to return the favor that is slipping his hand into your pants to squeeze your ass, but his version involves pulling your hips down while his thrusts up, creating a delicious friction between your body that makes you exhale a moan into his mouth.
You move away from his lips, down to his jaw where you take care to land a kiss light as a feather, before moving to his neck and collarbone where you have your own share of bites and licks. Aside from your infatuation with his tattoos and biceps, you actually have another one with his collarbone, this one you keep secret from him lest he goes around the house shirtless more often just to brandish his clavicle. But maybe heâs already noticed from the way you always make sure to cover that body part of his in blooms of red and purple, taking care to trace each and every bite mark slowly with the tip of your tongue.
While youâre busy with his collarbone, Jeongguk keeps dragging your crotch steadily over his, like he canât get enough of the feeling and wants to keep chasing it. The delicious pressure on your center is a bit distracting, so you smooth your palm across his chest to pinch at his nipple in warning. Jeongguk lets out a broken whine from his throat.
âStop humping into me, do you want to cream your pants?â you chide, fingers still giving tiny pinches to his nipple to keep him on his toes.
âWas trying to get you to cream your pants,â Jeongguk grins guiltily, his hips snapping up yet again to collide with yours. Even if you roll your eyes at his antics, you still continue your journey of kissing down his body, making sure to suck and lick on his sensitive nipples. You love the moans and groans that slip out of his throat every time you do things to his nipples. He likes it so much that his hips keep chanting up, searching for friction, that you have to pin them down so you can slide down to pepper kisses on his abs and waist.
Jeongguk works really hard to maintain the body he has, clearly evident in the eight pack heâs sporting on his stomach and the tiny, minuscule waist thatâs way too slutty for a man to have. Sometimes youâre jealous of how nice his body looks, how firm it is to touch. You told him this one time, along with your regret that you couldnât give him a similar experience, but heâd only laughed and said that admiring and appreciating him was enough, before proceeding to show you how he admires and appreciates your soft body (he kept biting into your inner thigh as he was eating you out, coaxing you into four orgasms back to back that day.)
And so, you admire his body by kissing the taut muscle one by one, tracing the lines outlining them with your hot tongue, caressing his bruised waist with the pillow of your lips and the feather of your touch. You know heâs hurt, but you canât hold yourself from nipping on his slutty waist, gifting him another bruise thatâs not a result of a punch. From the choked sob that rips out of his throat and the jump of his dick somewhere on your stomach, you take it he likes the bite.
âSo,â you say as you mouth at the seam of his waistband, hand massaging his hard cock through his pants. âDo you want to cum in your pants, in my hand, in my mouth, orâ?â
âFuck, in you, please,â Jeongguk begs, eyes glassy from your ministrations. âBut can we go back to dry humping for a while? Kinda like the friction on my sweatpants,â he breathes.
âLike this?â You move your hand up and down his cock, dragging the material of his sweatpants with it, paying special attention to the head. With every rub of the sweatpants against his head, a bead of precum comes out, with Jeongguk throwing his head back in silent pleasure. âYeah, fuuck, that feels good.â
âBut babe, want you, on top,â he demands, making grabby hands at you. âWas serious when I said I wanted you to cum first,â he continues, sighs in content when you oblige, resuming your position on top of him and lining your clothed crotch with his. He starts dragging your hips against his, building the pleasure up the faster he goes. âWant to fuck your swollen pussy, dripping with cum. Oh, Iâll slide right in, no problem, so wet, warm ⊠fuuuck.â
The grip Jeongguk has on your hips is bruising, you have no choice but to let your body be manhandled by him. Slowly but surely, the band inside your stomach begins to tighten as your hold on his shoulders does as well. Youâre so close, just one more move to tip you over the edge. When Jeongguk sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, the band inside you snaps and you come with a jerk of your hips and a whine from your throat.
Jeongguk slows down his move, taking care not to cum before being inside you, before stopping altogether and wrapping his arms around you to bring the both of you into a sitting position. Your limbs feel like jelly, still trying to come down from your high, when Jeongguk pecks your cheek before carefully lying you back down on the bed with your face down. He then maneuvers himself behind you, lifting your hips off the bed. Youâre starting to have an idea what position he wants you in when he spreads your knees and slowly peels back your pants and panties to reveal your bare ass and pussy.
He takes his time caressing the globe of your ass, inching his fingers towards your pussy lips before spreading them apart, tearing a low whine from your chest. You guess heâs admiring the way cum still drips out of your cunt, because heâs silent, immobile for almost a minute.
âGgukâŠâ you whisper out. âYou gonna fuck me or not?â
Jeongguk scrambles to get his pants off. âFuck, yes, of course, baby, you just look so beautiful like this, I want to stare all day long,â he breathes, lining up his dick with your entrance.
God, Iâm so thankful youâre mine, is his last warning before he slides home in one thrust.
Later, when youâre both freshly showered and cuddling on Jeonggukâs bedâwith blue bed sheets this time, because you forced him to change the sheets as the grey ones smelled gross after your activitiesâyou ask him a question.
âAre you still jealous of Yoongi?â
Thereâs a three second pause before Jeonggukâs answer comes. âMaybe a tiny bit,â he says, nearly connecting his thumb and forefinger together in a âtinyâ motion. âOf his boxing skills only. Amazing how he could still move like that with an injured shoulder. I want to be like that too.â
âYou want to injure your shoulder?â
He gives you a flat look. You giggle.
âHis shoulder is actually healed, you know, so heâs still actively boxing until now. He trains the boxing club at my campus whenever our coach can't, thatâs where I know him from and how Iâd gotten the job at his cafe.â
Jeongguk purses his lips. âSo he lied to me.â
âHmm,â you agree. âI figured it was to âteach you a lessonâ, thatâs why I asked him not to hurt you before your fight. Did you, though? Learn your lesson?â
âWhat? To not be jealous of him?â
You pinch his waist. âTo knock your ego down a peg and stop feeling insecure whenever I interact with other men?â
âBaby, the guy had a nickname for you. My insecurities were valid!â
âYou mean the âKiddoâ one?â you ask. Jeongguk nods. âHe calls Jimin Kiddo. He calls Eunbi Kiddo. He calls you Kiddo. He calls everyone younger than him, Kiddo.â
More silence ensues.
âSo ⊠my jealousy was for nothing?â
âYes! What Iâve been saying!â
Jeongguk giggles. Then he kisses you. Then he giggles again, while still kissing you.
âHow about an apology?â he offers.
âIn what form?â you challenge.
âRound three?â
âNo.â
Well, at least heâs not jealous anymore.
a/n: thank you for reading!! please let me know what you think of this, i literally almost cried in the process of writing it and when i finally finished it :') and yes this started because of that one mint jeongguk in memories 2020/2021, i think? the one with him in a black sleeveless and a pair of sunglasses, hahah. wish he'd dye his hair mint again (he looks rly good in it ugh)
â request is open for my 1k folls celebration!
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Dark Cherry [4] | Aemond Targaryen
Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Summary: after months of a marriage that hardly harbours the passion that you'd dreamed about, you stumble across the reason for your husband's indifference and decide enough is enough. Aemond will learn just exactly what he's been missing out on.
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: MDNI 18+!! canon divergence!!! I fucked the timeline and nigly bits bc this was an impulse fic ok soooo it was mostly unplanned, almost smut, angst, let the grovelling happen babyyy, unedited, mention of alys x aemond but not in a good way :((, infidelity, talk of sex, guilt, mentions of Aegon x reader, hmmm I ramble, little vulnerable Aemond, bad language, let me know if I've missed anything!
Author's note: y'all I was never done with that man like there's no easy out for him :llll. Anyways I wrote most of this instead of studying which I needed to do. Perhaps I'll have my hand at another idea I'm cooking before part 5 but I'm alsoooo unsure about how keen we are to keep this one going - like is it getting too much??? either way, I enjoy writing this. and idk how to shut up, clearly, because I love that internal mind talk shit. Drop your thoughts in my inbox or PM me because I love to yap!!! xoxo, kisses!!! <3
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He was a fool. A spoiled, arrogant and entitled fool. You often thought about whether Aemond actually recognised the effect of his actions on anyone else. It was always âI did it for usâ or âI did it because I had to do itâ.
So after your confrontation the day before, it had surprised you that Aemond had truly believed he was forgiven. Maybe it shouldnât have. You had, after all, sat beside him and laughed with him. Shared a moment as if things were better. But it was nothing more than a lighthearted acknowledgement that whatever game was being played was entirely ridiculous yet you could feel how something had changed. There was a newfound intensity between the two of you and Aemond had clearly understood that he had made a mistake
But that wouldn't be enough for forgiveness. Things would never really be the same. You will never forget. The nameless woman had made a home in your unconscious mind and everything would remind you of the woman your husband had chosen to take to bed over you. She was beautiful, she was experienced and free of burden. Based on that alone a part of you could see why she could have been a better choiceâa part of you that ached and pained ceaselessly.Â
And you werenât sure you could carry on as if Aemond hadnât thrown your entire world into the pits of ruin. Because that is exactly what he may as well have done. All you had was your marriage to himâa fact that was as painful as it was true. If it all fell apart because of him only you would suffer from it.Â
Your name, your familyâs name. A Lady born to a house of remarkably lowly nobility with little more than your marriage to the prince. A charity case marriage to tell the realmâs people that the Crown was not so prejudiced as to be above uniting with the likes of your house. That the Lannisters and Baratheons were important but they were not everything. A fabrication only made necessary to cover up the fact that it was a lieâthe Targaryens (and even the Hightowers as you had come to realise) really did believe they were of better blood.Â
A failure to fulfil your duty to the Targaryen crown as Prince Aemondâs wife would destroy your family name. And you would have no prospect of happiness after it. What else did you have aside from this?
Aemond would never understand that. Because not only was he a man but he was a prince. A privilege, a safety and a security he had inherited through birth.Â
Aside from the pressures of society, he had hurt you. Badly.Â
Despite your own confliction about it, you did have love for Aemondâhow could you not? Love came from many things and while yours may have come from your dependance on his word, on the duty he performed to be your protector as he was to the Crown and its subjects, on his polite affections as limited as they were, it still found its way into your heart. Perhaps it was foolish to allow it entry into your existence when you had already known that there was no love to come from Aemond.Â
It didnât change anything. Betrayed your trust, taken you for granted and destroyed the sanctity of a husbandâs loyalty as if he were as dishonourable as any other Lord.Â
You would never say it out loud but it had broken your heart. And heartache is a consuming, suffocating and painful thing to feel. A constant lump in your throat, something always weighing your chest down, a disastrous, aching discomfort in your belly. Tears had stained your pillow at night and dried by the morning, the fabric of the linen acquiring the same unphased facade that you would wear as you plastered on a mask of ignorance so that you could continue to live through your day.Â
All because you had wanted him. Aemond, who was doomed to disappoint and destroy merely because that is all that princes do.Â
For him to have mistaken your truceâthe end to the back and forth game that had been wreaking havoc in its wake-as forgiveness was infuriating. He had no idea.Â
Well, maybe he did. Now that he had seen you with another just as you had seen him. And you recognised your own experience in the moment he had realised what was happening.Â
Aemondâs call to breakfast made you want to laugh. But you had turned him down for afternoon tea just the day before only to be found swallowing his brotherâs seed. You winced at the shamefulness of your thought, muttering a quick prayer for the sake of your piety whether it was genuine or not.Â
He was seated lazily in the chair he favoured, an array of food spread across the table. There was a book in his hand. The same one he had taken from you the last time you had shared your morning meal together. Aemond had a smirk playing on his lips.Â
You cleared your throat, curtsying before sitting down at the other end of the table to him and with as much distance between you as you could muster. âGood morrow, my Prince,â
âFormalities, I see,â He looked at you through his lashes. It was odd seeing him so relaxed, the tension that was always in his shoulders had been lost and there was a playful glint to his eye. You wanted to smack it out. âI believed we were past titles and distance for the sake of propriety, my sweet. As well as rigid greetings.â
All you responded with was a stare.Â
Dropping the book to his side, Aemond sighed and leaned forward, pouring tea into a cup. He stood, taking a couple steps forward to hand it to you. âWe have fixed-â
âWe have fixed nothing.â
âI am trying to turn a new leaf,â he commanded. You took the cup and saucer from his hand, the warm waft of vanilla and rose giving you a slight reprieve from the threat that rolled off his tongue. âIf you do not recall, dear wife, I as well have every reason to resent you. The image of you sucking on my useless brotherâs cock is not one I can easily bare. Yet I have chosen to let it be. I could have easily decided otherwise.â
âThat would make you a hypocrite.â You glanced at him over the rim of your teacup.Â
âIt does not matter much if I am a hypocrite, does it?â Aemond sat, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He wasnât bothered with the food in front of him, focused solely on you. âI hardly see how that would change anything.â
You squirmed under the intensity of his stare, picking up a cherry from the bowl of fruits and rolling the stem between your fingers. âIt matters to me. Certainly, it matters for your reputation among the smallfolk. Nobody cares for a selfish prince, my dear.â
Aemond hummed, smirking at the venom you spat at him. You noticed the coin that he rolled between his fingers, nimble and thoughtless as if it were like breathing. Not so much a nervous habit but a thoughtful one.Â
He couldnât lie and say that he didnât enjoy your confidence. It was refreshing. But there was a dip in his gut at the thought that there was no hope for the two of you. Aemond, ever logical, knew he had no one else to blame but himself with his lack of foresight and failure to see beyond the now and here.Â
Because Aemond had not even considered how things would go on should you not forgive him. He had assumed that you would if not merely on the basis that there was little lost from a relationship that hardly existed in the first place. You had love for him and he was so convinced that such a thing would be impossible that he didnât consider that it would cause you heartache beyond slighted offence and jealousy.Â
A violet eye lingered on the cherry that remained between your fingers. Aemond was good at putting on an act. He thought for a moment that he would rather take lashes to his back than have you know that he had no idea how to love someone properly. A part of him was persuaded that he was incapable of being a good lover. The lashes seemed like a blissful gift compared to the self-loathing that simmered in his belly at the probability that he had ruined any chance your marriage had of recovery. Â
It crossed his mind that it was his ignorance towards you right from the beginning that had damned your relationship.Â
Either way, it did not help that you had turned to his brother for intimacy. Aemond felt his blood scorch whenever that invaded his mind. He wanted to crumble the walls of this fortress when he wondered if Aegon had enjoyed your womanhood. Jealousy did motivate him well, he realised, and Aemond had the murderous urge to feed Aegon to Vhagar.Â
Nonetheless, he feigned amusement. âIt seems as if you care for one.â
You ate the cherry. It was sweet and rich. All you replied with was an upturn of your chin as you gracefully held a small embroidered towel to your lips.
âSo I am not forgiven?â Aemond had to break the silence before it cut him open. âAre we not even?â
Narrowing your eyes at him, you held back a surprised laugh. âYou never apologised. Not that it would make any difference.â
âThat does not answer my question.â
âOf course you are not forgiven,â you sighed. The tea cup hit the table with a clang. Your disdain for his actions and his ignorance gave you an unfettered confidence around him which you werenât accustomed to. It made it very difficult to control yourself. âAnd no, we are not even, my Prince. And since you have brought it to my attention, I am of half a mind to find Aegon and offer him a meal between my thighs. You see, I have often wondered how it would feel and I expect that our King would be happy to indulge my⊠curiosities.â
Aemond sneered, a silent one that was more visible in his intake of a breath, the curl of his lips and the hardening of his eye. Bullseye.Â
It took him less than a couple seconds to be on his knees in front of where you sat, a strong hand tightly gripping each side of your thighs over the thick fabrics of your dress. He had shoved the table aside, unphased as tea spilled and fruits and cheeses toppled to the floor. Something in the look of bewilderment on your face had Aemond ready to both grin at your clueless innocence and frown at your shock.
Aemond didnât let himself dwell on the fact that you had given up on expecting such pleasures from him. He was your husband; nothing about what he was clearly intending on doing to you should surprise you. Cursing himself to perdition would not be enough for how he has failed you.Â
âI feel obliged to remind you that we had agreed,â he grazed his nose across your knees, looking up at you through his eyelashes, jaw clenched tight as he all but growled his words. âThat there will be no more of this foolishness. Not from you and not from me.â
It was an onslaught of different things that had rendered you still and silent. The way Aemond looked at you like you were the only satiating force for his eternal hunger, the wordless mixture of desire and anger in how his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, the desperation in his voice, strained by the fear that you would. Or was it the overwhelming feeling that Aemond was finally taking some accountability and that maybe he recognised not what his actions were but the meaning that they carried?
For a moment Aemond just looked at you, conflicted and fragmented and unguarded. The sight of him like this reminded you of a vulnerable child. But it didnât last long before the menacing, cautionary glint was back in his eye, his posture becoming rigid as shuffled the fabrics of your skirts.Â
A new kind of anxiety overcame you. Not like the insignificant nervousness you had felt that night when you had wandered into his chambers or used his leg to make yourself peak and not like the clueless apprehension with Aegon. It formed a ball in your chest and made it hard to breathe.Â
There was no chance he would ever admit it but you could see Aemondâs vulnerability and desperation within the hardened facade he had perfected. He wanted nothing more than to seem strong and powerful at all times, worthy of acclaim and reverence. But here he was, willing to stay on his knees and worship you forever, all under the pretence of rageful infatuation.Â
It was too hot. Even with the cool of the shadows cast by the dark net curtains that only let in enough daylight to see clearly and not enough to cause Aemond irritation from sensitivity in his eye, it was so warm you worried you would have to rip the sleeves off of your dress.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Aemond let out a soft, dark groan, running his fingers across the expanse of your legs over your stockings, your skirts already bunched at your hips. Skin burning at his touch, you couldnât help the way you whined and squeezed your thighs together, squirming under the intensity of his gaze.Â
His voice was heavy with the burden of lust and regret. âI will be better. In all the ways that I have failed you and more. Your forgiveness, I realise, is not as easily granted as I presumed but I will show you that I am worthy of it.âÂ
There was a moment of weakness in your mind before you caught yourself. You didnât quite believe him. It had clearly been too easy for him to give you empty promises and there was no reason why things would be different now.Â
It was odd. Seeing Aemond weak like this.Â
What would it mean if you let him continue? It was clearly different this time. You couldnât put it into words exactly but there was a rawness, a blitz of different emotions that set things ablaze and made you want to both weep and mewl for him.Â
You couldnât spare a thought about why it was different. Aemond was right there, a weaponised Prince on his knees for you, a lowly Lady with nothing more to offer him than yourself. Since when did you hold all this power over him?Â
That night in his bedchambers and last night when you had shared a laugh despite everything that had unfolded felt detached in a way. When you had allowed yourself release over his leg it was simply that. A way to ease the tension he had put in your body and a way to leave him wanting.
Aemondâs eye swam with a tenderness you had not seen from him. He continued to look up at you waiting to gauge your response. It was a slight nod of your head which had his hands tearing at the soft fabric of your stockings, his lips instantly meeting the skin of your knees before you had the chance to even gasp. All the while, he kept his eye on you as if his heart would cease to beat if he could not watch the way you reacted to him.Â
It became increasingly harder to breathe. There were so many thoughts, so many sensations that you struggled to put it all together. Your flushed with anticipation, your cunt throbbed at the wet plushness of his lips on your hot skin and your hips squirmed at what was to come.Â
Your mind, however, flashed with the image of Aemond, exactly as he was now, between another womanâs thighs. A woman who didnât flinch at the unfamiliar touch, who didnât jerk away at the foreign feeling of being pleasured. You wondered if he would be so angered at the prospect of another manâs mouth on her womanhood, if her skin felt softer or more rough on his lips and if he looked at her with the same heated need.
It made you feel sick.Â
Aemond let himself enjoy the way your thighs tensed, pulling your smallclothes off of you as much as carefully as he could under the restriction of your skirts. There was an urge to rip the entire dress off but he knew it would be a step too far. He couldnât help the low sounds that left him, sounds he couldnât recognise. The expanse of your thighs and the sight of your flushed, hot cunt in front of him made his mouth water with a hunger that would have shocked him had he not been so distracted by your scent.Â
Without complete vision, Aemond had learned to train his sense of touch, taste, smell and hearing to make up for the disadvantage he was stuck with. They were always slightly heightened compared to those who never needed the compensation of senses but in the cloud of desire and lust, he was sensitive.Â
You whined at the way his tongue glided over your skin, biting down hard but not hard enough to be painful on the flesh of your upper thigh so close to where you needed to feel him. But Aemond was always remarkably patient and he merely made way to your other leg, repeating his ministrations and licking you from your knee to where he bit you at your thigh.Â
The haze that had possessed you made you lose track of your thoughts so easily. Still, they fought their way to the forefront of your mind at every chance they could and you were reminded of her.Â
Aemondâs mind was overwhelmed by you. There was no power in the realm that could make him think of anything else, not with the way you were trembling under his feathered touch and making such beautiful sounds for him, and not when he desired for anyone else apart from you.Â
A heavy breath of shame and excitement tumbled out of you at how lewdly he dragged the tip of his nose across your thigh, pressing it into the flesh that sat above your slick, aching cunt and inhaling. You clenched around nothing, your clit twitching at the sound of Aemondâs unabashed groan.Â
He grasped at your hips and your legs, his fingers burying into your flesh and tugging as if there would never be enough of you in his hands. It would have driven you into a similarly desperate state had things been different.Â
The prince between your thighs was a sight to behold. Aemondâs skin was flushed pink, his eyepatch slightly out of place and his hair tousled from the way your legs clenched and unclenched against his head. He was almost drooling, mumbling about how good you smelled and how perfect and pretty your cunt was for him. His cock had never been so hard, constricted by the stiff leather of his training attires.Â
Aemond enjoyed being a tease but there was only so much he could handle himself. While he wanted you to crave for him the way he was craving you so unbearably, Aemond needed to taste you. He needed to make you feel the blinding pleasure he should have been giving you at every chance he had since the night you were married. He needed to show you the ways of unbridled human desire and to show you all the ways your body could come undone and fall apart only to feel completely whole and fulfilled.Â
There was no changing the past but Aemond would make up for how completely inattentive he had been. He would show you all the more fervently. When Aemond placed an open mouthed kiss just above your slit, letting a string of his spit glide off of his tongue onto your sensitive pussy, you shuddered.
All at once your mind was once again taken over by unsavoury thoughts. It had your eyes welling with tears, a familiar lump lodging in your throat, threatening to come out in a devastated sob. There was a ringing in your ears and you were back at Aemondâs door, peeking in only to see him giving that woman the same touch he was giving you right now. He had seemed so enthralled by her and the way she must have tasted. It was as if heâd been there before, indulging in her with so much passion it rivalled how eagerly touched you in this moment.Â
Did her smell fill his veins with fire as yours was? Did her scent alone make his cock as painfully hard as yours did? Did her cunt drip for him the way yours did? Was the hunger in his eye shining for her too?
It was terrifying to consider.Â
Aemond would spend hours here, he had decided. His duties for the day could be damned to the hells for all he cared. There was a rumbling in his chest for what he saw in front of him, inviting him to indulge and filling his mind with senseless ardour. Aemond let himself enjoy just the scent of you, his eye fluttering shut and his nose gently resting above your folds as he breathed you in, caressing your thighs softly with his hands. As if he were starved for years, Aemond salivated and with no patience left within him, he brought his lips downwards to meet the precious cunt he had been dreaming of.Â
With a whimper that you couldnât hold back, you jerked away from him. Aemond pulled away in surprise, his gaze full of confusion and lust and insecurity. âWait, my loveââ
You had slipped free of his grasp, a strangled cry escaping no matter how hard you tried to keep it in. There was one tear that slipped free, followed by countless more and you couldnât look at him anymore, couldnât bear to see that he was hurt before scrambling away from him.Â
She was stuck in your mind. The memory of Aemondâs little trysts with her replaying behind your eyes no matter how hard you tried to shut it out. It was clear that there was nothing you could do to get ahold of yourself because everytime you looked at him, so enthralled in you and your sex, she was there.Â
Laughing at you in the back of your mind, as if she had taken residence in a permanent place in your head, enjoying the state of despair and madness she and Aemond had led you to.Â
But she couldnât be in your head. Not really. Not in the way it felt she was.Â
You barely glanced back at Aemond through your tears, struggling to even your breathing and calm the rapid beating of your heart. He hadnât moved much; just simply stayed there frowning at the space that you had once occupied on the chair.Â
There was nothing he could do to change things. Aemond knew that as well as you did. But there was a pain in your heart at the way he looked so defeated, so guilty that it almost seemed like he would melt into a puddle of remorse. A far stretch from the usual stoic warrior that you had known him as.
âMy prince, Iââ you swallowed, your voice catching when he looked up at you with a wide eye and furrowed eyebrows. For a moment you remembered that he had no right - but he was trying, was he not? âI cannot continue with this knowing that you had touched her like this. It angers me and it upsets me and it pains me to think of it but âtis beyond my control.â
He stayed silent, observing the way you hid yourself from him and struggled to meet his gaze. There was a sullen look to you, one you had not entered with and it stuck needles in his flesh to think that he had been the cause of it. Aemondâs entire body felt hot and he was itching to tear off his leathers. He wished the gods would strike him down as he was for hurting you so.
You had turned away, disappearing from his quarters swiftly. You would never forget the image of how you had left him thereâit was both satisfying and devastating.Â
Aemond, still on his knees for the ghost of you, his expression tortured and his shoulders tensed. It was a pathetic sight, should anyone stumble upon it, but you considered it beautiful. Beautiful in a lethal, catastrophic manner. Not unlike himself; a weaponised source of destruction who had a tendency to bring torment upon those he loved.Â
The rest of your day had been spent alone in your chambers. You hadnât cried so much over any of it until now. The tears and sobs that you had held inside of yourself for weeks had forced themselves out, along with the emotions you had pushed down until you could no longer.Â
Aemond had a certain control while you were sitting in that seat, skirts bunched to your stomach and quivering for him to have his way. Regardless, the power was still yours and you knew that it was Aemond who was wrapped tightly around your finger at that moment. He would have listened to anything you had saidâdone anything you had told him to do.Â
Perhaps you had become too stubborn in your anger to have let yourself feel anything else. A retributive anger; one that sprouted from the lack of love that existed in your marriage and reached a climax at Aemondâs brazen adultery. And it only grew stronger in whatever back and forth Aemond had encouraged by dangling his whore in front of your face.Â
Whatever it was, you were feeling so much more now than you had before.Â
Or perhaps it was because you could see that Aemond was remorseful. He would never yet admit it but you knew from the way he had behaved since you had visited him in his bed. It was no act of redemption and definitely no apology but it was impossible to ignore the change in him. You had never seen Aemond the way you had seen him this morning.Â
Vulnerable, gentle, tormented.Â
A knock on your door had you sniffling and wiping away any tear stains that may have lingered on your cheeks. You had stopped crying for some time but the need to wallow and lament had stayed. When you called out to ask, the guard at your door notified you of the Dowager Queenâs presence.Â
Oh, seven hells.Â
There was really no chance you could refuse her so you merely let her in and called a servant to bring some refreshments. Queen Alicent sat herself down but remained tense, carefully watching you as you took a place beside her.Â
âHave you been crying?â Her concern was comforting. âI believe I know why.â
You straightened, not meeting the eye of the woman who reached a tender hand to your knee. Hiding behind a forced smile, you let out a breathy laugh. âI am certain the entirety of the Red Keep knows, Your Grace.â
âIt has been known for some time,â Alicent was gentle, her cautionary gaze telling you that she was apprehensive about bringing her sonâs misadventures up. You held your breath. âSince the first time he had summoned that Alys woman-â
âAlys? Is that her name?â
âYou do not know?â There was a tense silence. Alicent couldnât meet your gaze, pity swimming across her features. Aemond was her son and there were many things that she had let her sons get away with but her heart pained at the broken quiver in your voice.Â
Alicent had noticed the change in Aemond since the night that you had found him with Alys. The second time. He had never paid much attention to you aside from what appearances required yet Alicent knew her son far more than he would be willing to accept. She had known that there was something in his heart for you, no matter how small and no matter how it dwindled until set alight.Â
Aemond had done the wrong thing. She had no doubts about that. Alicent would have words with him once she figured out what to say to him. But he was her son and there were certain misdoings that she knew she had to defend them through. To protect his marriage, his image and his happiness. The Queen Dowager cleared her throat and reached for your hand, eyebrows furrowing at the way you stared down at your lap, the anguish you felt in your heart written clearly across your face.Â
âI understand that you are hurting, my dear. Although my husband remained faithful to me until his death and I cannot quite imagine the pain in your heartâI see how you have love for my son, even if you nor him have known it, I do understand,â Alicent took a breath, closing her eyes. âThis is the way of men. And princesââ
âPlease, Your Grace, I mean this with utmost respect for you but I do not wish to hear your excuses,â you whispered. There was a prickly, breathless worry that had settled in your gut. What did you not know? Was this Alys someone who mattered? âBut I would like to know what you are withholding from me about this woman. I believe I deserve that at the very least.â
Alicent stared at you for a moment, examining you. She could drive her son further into the ground with what she was about to say. âAemond had a paramourâat least it was rumoured, he never spoke of such things with me. Alys Rivers, a wetnurse and servant woman from Harrenhal.â
âA paramour?â
âIt was before you were married,â Alicent was quick to clarify. âI had assumed that Aemond wanted nothing more to do with her when she leftâat his order, I believe. Some say she was a witch. Perhaps she enchanted him.âÂ
You couldnât look at her. She was more than just a whore? Had he lied to you right from the beginning? Bile rose up in your throat. There was a thrum in your ears, the sound of your own heartbeat and you feared that you would be sick from the drop in your gut.Â
âDid he love her? Could he still?â
Alicent sucked in a breath. âI do not know, my child.â
All you could do was nod pathetically. Alicent was a woman of great strength and dedication; you had once wished to be much like her one day. But as you sat beside her now, you wished she had been a liar and a cheat and a meddling gossip. That you could find a way to fault her words but you could tell it caused her great difficulty to speak of Aemondâs actions honestly.Â
Ever poised and elegant, Alicent only leaned forward to you, her posture straight as a needle and her touch soft as linen. âI did not mean to upset you further. I only meant to speak with you about returning to Courtly activities, with the other Ladies and Helaena has been asking for you. And the Ladies speakââ
âThey speak terribly of me,â you scoffed, allowing a humourless laugh. âI understand, Your Grace. I will return to spending my days in company other than my own.â
Alicent hated to pry but she felt that she must, now that she had dealt her cards against Aemondâs fate. âPerhaps you should speak with Aemond. He cares for you deeply. It would be a shame for your union to fall apart over such misunderstandings.â
If not for formality, you would have rolled your eyes. Again, you simply nodded, your mind reeling back to the woman that Alicent had given a name to. You would ask Aemond about her. It would be the less damning option rather than turning to Aegon once more but the idea of speaking to Aemond about a woman he may once have loved still made you want to crawl underneath the sheets of your bed and disappear.Â
You thought of the woman who you had seen through the crack in the door and wished you had taken extra care in looking at her. There was little you could recall other than the darkness and length of her hair, the paleness of her skin and the perfection in her curves as she pleasured Aemond and as he did the same for her.Â
As if she was familiar with all the things that made him weak. All the things that made Aemond weak. How she had touched him like she was an expert in his body. And you thought of Aemond, bare and comfortable with her. Aemond with his sapphire glimmering under the lamplight instead of an eye, a rawness and trust that you had never seen of him until that night.Â
He trusted her.
Alys Rivers.Â
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đYour Destined Personâs Anima vs Persona âŠïž Timeless Pick A Card
According to Carl Jung, the anima is a manâs feminine (Yin) aspect, and thus unconscious in him. Correspondingly, the animus is a womanâs masculine (Yang) aspect, and thus unconscious in her. The anima is the Masculineâs hidden psychology, essentially.
In the grand scheme of the Cosmos, the Yin is the dark, the magnetic, the VOIDâthe empty space where all creations are first dreamt. In this dark space, it is up to the Masculine individual whether or not he wants to succumb to the allure of Lilith the Destroyer. In Jungian psychology, apparently, they have this thing called The Devouring Mother LMAO
All things considered, in the name of character development, it is up to the manâif he ever so chooses, which, one must first always make a choice for things to go a certain wayâto make the unconscious conscious.
When the Yin and the Yang in a person are united and fully realised, that person becomes what we call Divine~ Man or woman, this person then becomes a more complete Human being. He or she then becomes the master of his/her own Destiny~â”ïž
GNOSIS: A Man's Anima Reveals Itself In Sexual Fantasies as explained by Marie-Louise von Franz (entertain the comments section, peeps~)
SONG: Say You Love Me by EXO KAI
MOTHA: Kim Kardashian plays a SAVAGE version of herself in AHS Delicate đ© by Offensive Tea
deck-bottom: XVIII The Moon Rx, Red Geographer (Marco Polo) & Priestess of Illumination
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Pile 1 â Evil Fuck vs King
âUntil you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.â â Carl Jung
VIBE: Reason by EXO KAI
anima â XV The Devil
Look, babe, we keep it real in this household, OK? XD We donât know if your Destined Person has Mars/Pluto in the 8th or 12th Houseâor possiblyâNeptune itself in the 5th or 8th House, but essentially, your DP is a person whoâs deeply fascinated by SEX and all the taboos surrounding it. They could struggle with having a lot of improper thoughts, quite often, at inappropriate times and places, deep inside.
Your Destined Person most likely watches a lot of porn or indulges themselves in those types of activities/media, and on top of that, prooobably has some mummy issues. At the very least, they could have a strange/unhealthy relationship with their mother figure or have a difficult time accepting/integrating the Yin aenergy inside of them.
Overall, this strange combo of Scorpion/Neptunian qualities in them lends to your Destined Personâs macabre fascination with all things âdark and sexualâ. Be that as it may, this doesnât automatically mean that your Destined Person is simply a depraved piece of fuck. Donât be surprised to know that things changed drastically for them by the time they graduated their 1st (or 2nd if theyâre slow LOL) Saturn Return~
persona â 9 of Cups
There is something about the way sexuality is expressed in this Human world that feels strangely fascinatingly depraved, which is genuinely incredibly foreign to your Destined Personâs Soul XD If theyâve felt inexplicably drawn to it, itâs because they want to UNDERSTAND fully what makes âsexâ in the Human world soâŠicky and disrespectful. 9 of Cups here is literally indicating that your Destined Personâs Soul is incredibly pure and altruistic.
And that is exactly why they are endlessly perplexed by the darknessâthe sickness is more like itâsurrounding SEX in this wicked world which they realised is almost completely deprived of Love. The sheer lack of a soulful cosmic connection in most sexual activities in this world puzzles the living shit out of your Destined Person!
It may take some maturing from your Destined Person until they finally understand that this dark fascination is actually quite common for people with their kind of natal configuration or letâs say, psychology. Their Saturn Return phases will play (or have played) a critical role in their awakening to a Higher Truth that eventually liberates them from the chains of a strange addiction to⊠yeahâŠ
Divine Human â Queen of Pentacles Rx
At some point in Lifeâmost likely after their, at least, first Saturn Returnâyour Destined Person understood why some things simply donât add up for them when it comes to how Humans connect with each other to enjoy theseâŠworldly pleasures; which then led to a great spiritual liberation from all the deceits theyâd been told about sex and sexuality in thisâŠmortal world.
Your Destined Person is somebody whoâs quite inexplicably cosmic, you know. Either they feel to you like an alien or a fairy. They simply canât fit into the expectations of ânormalcyâ in most of Human societies. The depraved things people so take for granted, none of that feels ânormalâ to your Destined Person. This is someone whoâs actually incredibly decent and polite.
Your Destined Person is not the type that wants to hurt you in intimate situations. They probably donât even prioritise the sensual sensations more than how they connect with you on an emotional level. This is a person who wants to âfill you upâ spiritually through a divine sexual activity, which, now that you know, explains why theyâve had to learn to unlearn the lies of sex and sexuality in their younger years ^^v
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poison? â Priestess of Faith
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Pile 2 â Many Dreams vs Unworthiness
âOne does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.â â Carl Jung
VIBE: Amnesia by EXO KAI
anima â Knight of Pentacles
There is a chance that your Destined Person has some significant Virgo-Pisces bullshit going on in their birth chart. This is the axis of sacrifice and self-undoing of the zodiac wheel and this in itself could cause a person to âself-sabotageâ out of a fear of becoming happier than everybody else. It sounds crazy, right? But people with a harshly afflicted Virgo-Pisces connection tend to be somewhat of a martyr.
In practice, where your Destined Person is concerned, this affliction plays itself out in the form of endless rumination, as well as a sense of not being worthy of what theyâre actively daydreaming about. This is almost giving me that main character from the movie Parasite. This guy dreams and plans a lot, but fucks everything up in the end because heâs simply notâŠcapable enough?
OK, thatâs a bad example but this aenergy is almost similar to how the guy is portrayed by the very end of the film XD This afflicted Piscean aenergy especially, is making your Destined Person, most likely subconsciously, afraid of letting themselves happy. So then, as a means to reaffirm this âbeliefâ their brains âcourse-correctâ by fucking up whatever nice bit of Reality theyâve manifestedâŠ
persona â 5 of Swords Rx
After experiencing the same kind of bullshit for some time, could be a number of years for some, too, your Destined Person couldâve become dejected. This is a very normal human response, right? They couldâve developed some kind of inertia within themselves. Always frozen mid-air when thinking of actually jumping into the next breakthrough or any other sense of adventure. They tend to not take action towards liberating themselves from either boredom or a dead-end of a situation.
A lot of people who interact with them regularly probably only know them as a mild-mannered person whoâs quite pleasant to talk to. But deep inside, your Destined Person is raging chaos, waiting to murder someone. Theyâre sometimes possessed by this strong feeling of wanting to destroy something massive or ruin another personâs Life completely. All because theyâre superbly frustrated by the lack of action or excitement in their own everyday LifeâŠ
At minimum, this is a person who could struggle quite a bit with regulating envy or jealousy upon seeing another personâs success, freedom and happiness, but most of all, another personâs sense of advancement in Life. This isnât to say that your Destined Person is simply an evil fuck of a devil incarnate; actually, quite far from it! Itâs just that this person has dealt with, really, quite a bit of systemic letdowns from the Universe itselfâŠ
Divine Human â Page of Pentacles Rx
Life rarely feels fair when someoneâs Virgo-Pisces axis has harsh afflictions. Then again, this is quite literally your Destined Personâs ultimate test of strength and of character. Thatâs precisely why their Soul chose to be born with such afflictions in the first place. To see how their Human Avatar would navigate this type of crazy in their psyche~â
I promise you that you arenât destined to marry an actual psychopath LMAO But, letâs seeâŠ
In the beginning, your Destined Person couldâve struggled with looking into the depths of their own disturbed psychology. This could be a fear from within themselves and so they refused to do so, but especially if your Destined Person is an XY, this could also be their environment/societyâs wrong reinforcement when they say, âBoys will be boys, riiight?â as a means to excuse your Destined Personâs refusal to learn and grow from their failures and mistakes *smh*
Whether XY or XX, your Destined Personâs mother couldâve been a pick-me or straight up a narc; and due to this lack of proper guidance, structure and discipline in your Destined Personâs childhood, they couldâve grown up to embody somewhat of a dark triad personality. In actuality, your Destined Person wasnât allowed the chance to grow up emotionally or psychologicallyâhonestly, whoever their mother figure was, she failed them.
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poison? â Priestess of Love
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Pile 3 â Lazy Escapism vs Mahoroba
âPeople will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls.â â Carl Jung
VIBE: Blue by EXO KAI
anima â 7 of Wands Rx
Your Destined Person is out with lanterns looking for themselves~ Doesnât this picture make you think that? ^^ Your Destined Person is a walking paradox to say the least; they are the type that may not always be honest with even themselves. I sense it is because they feel this burden from all around them to be the highest-achiever or the best-mannered or whatever else. Other people have put such high expectations on them that they originally thought they too had to think precisely that way.
In the beginning, your Destined Person might not have known who they were at the core of their Soul. They had only known themselves through the lens of other peopleâs perception and expectations. Though they might have thought this normal when they were small, at some point in Lifeâpossibly when Saturn made its last aspect at around age 21âyour Destined Person was nudged by the Cosmos to go on a Soul-search.
During this timeâand all through their first Saturn Returnâyour Destined Person realised for real for the first time that they are quite a rebellious spirit, and when met with the wrong situations, can honestly be quite vengeful XD At this point, they may have developed some bitter feelings about how they had allowed others to murky their own perception of themselves! This Soul-search couldâve been quite world-shattering for your Destined PersonâŠ
persona â 3 of Swords
Most people donât seem to notice this but a self-denial kind of issue is actually really quite painful on an emotional and psychological level. Like this feeling of not knowing themselves, not embracing their inner child, not allowing themselves more freedom, all of this, upon being realised, broke your Destined Personâs heart so horribly. It was such a deep psychological issue that they may not have found any person to confide in.
Some of their friends, even closest friends, mightâve perceived that your Destined Person was distant from them. They sometimes felt standoffish or simplyâŠwell, distant. Not quite there with the rest of them or they could also have avoided hanging out too much with even those closest to them. They became somewhat of a loner. To process their feelings, your Destined Person often disappeared into the dreamscape.
In many ways, I think your Destined Person became quite deluded, if not delusional XD The dreamscape, their escapism, provided so much more comfort and excitement than real life. In the daydreams, they could be so much more real than what theyâre allowed to be in the real world⊠So when you realise the reason, itâs really quite sad and poignant.
Divine Human â 6 of Pentacles
Your Destined Person is truly a Divine Human in that they do truly have such a generous, charitable heart. If this is your main pile, a common ground here is that your Destined Person is so much more kind and gentle than appearances may giveâeven if theyâre already perceived as kind and gentle~ Itâs almost unbelievable that someone as pure as this still exists in todayâs world, especially if your Destined Person is an XY LMAO
This person, all they wanna do in Life is to be good and to love people and share good times and promote good deeds. Alas, that was very childish of them tsk tsk tsk⊠It took them a real smacking on the head to realise theyâve been victim to so much gaslighting practically their entire Life. Because in this wicked world, âgoodnessâ is weaponised by bad people to victimise actually good people.
A total mindfuck, yeah, took them a while. As they grow older, your Destined Person learns to balance between what is âfake short-term goodâ and whatâs âdivinely good in the grand scheme of the Cosmosâ. All in all, whether or not they have the technical knowledge, your Destined Person is actually a WITCH. Some of the most powerful witches out thereâan alchemist of the highest orderđ
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hueningkai nsfw alphabet
cw: gn!reader i think ? to the best of my ability anyways and no gender is stated regardless
a = aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
total softie!!!!!!:( wants to be held and wants to hold u and its just oh-so delicate and tender just two lovers in ur own little safety bubbleâ giggles w hushed pinky promises that u will meet in ur dreams that night
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
on himself his lips and his fingersâ his lips on urs, his fingers in u; his fingers in ur mouth, heâs obsessed w it all, he likes it so much
on u ur thighs and tummy!!! marking u up all over and squishing the skin under his fingertips, rubbing over ur tummy when hes inside u just to watch u squirm and gasp .. ( ïŒâïŒ)
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
his cock gets so wet when hes hard n he cums a lot its so cute really especially cuz heâd get so shy abt it <3
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
gets off to ur voice sometimesâ like listens back to voice notes uâll send him even if all u r doing is talking abt ur day and gets himself so hard out of nowhere he loves hearing u
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
a big virgin w no idea what hes doing before u but thats ok!!!!! thats what practice is all abt !!!!!!! more fun for u especially bc hes such an eager learner <3
f = favourite position (this goes without saying)
spooning or riding â spooning is so intimate and he can feel up ur thighs and tummy so nicely that way, or dip his hands to bring u more pleasure to ur sex; and u riding him means u can take the reins and heâs very into that! use him to get urself off honey!
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
silly for the most part, its more relaxing and comforting that way, sex isnât some performance between u two. but sometimes it feels like his brain just melts and pours out his ears so thats when itâll seem more serious, bc uâll have just a soft big eager puppy on ur hands then :<
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
for my own personal bias. No shaving. all his body hair in tact. everyone listen to me bc that is SEXY. his happy trail ohhgod
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
very intimate, has to be touching u at all times itâd be like chopping a limb off if u told him he wasnt allowed to touch u. loves rubbing his cheeks against urs idk thats just a thing in my head
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
cracks knuckles what do u guys know abt PLUSHIE HUMPER kai who steals sprays of ur perfume or lets u cuddle a specific one so itâll smell like u when he fucks it later and cries ur name softly ⊠what do u KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
nipple play. make this boy cum from just playing w his nipples i swear to god. and when hes more on the dominant sides of things definitely dacryphilia imo
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
just the bedroom !!! but maybe a quickie in the bathroom at a party could be up his alley too whos the say ;p
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
watching u get changed or get ready in general, defo also gets so hard when u do smth as simple as sit in his lap and move a little too much hes just too easy !!!!!!!!!!
n = no (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
nothing too rough and violent, and not heavy on the degradation either. just a tiny bit sometimes but hes more abt praise!! dont b too mean to him heâll get stuck in his head :( not too fond of too much degradation towards u for this reason too! just a little if its what ur into but he prefers being nice to u its just in his nature no matter how bratty u get w him </3
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
a giver, bc it means he can make u feel good and also be between ur thighs which make for great earmuffs! not very good at it sometimes but his eagerness makes up for it!!!! other times heâs absolutely expert w his tongue its insane
he does love receiving tho!!!!! as much as he wonât admit it bc he thinks itâll make him selfish for some reason ÎŁ('ââââ) loves when u take him especially deepâ rly makes his thighs shake and u have to keep ur hands on his hips to keep him from practically fucking ur throat >_>
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
gentle but kinda fast ? he gets so desperate and pathetic that he needs it to be faster but he canât hurt u so heâs gentle by nature. heâll get a lil rougher when heâs closer to cumming tho or if u rly push for it<3
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
donât happen often but when they do theyâre the hottest thing in the world. he either goes so dumb hes basically melted into ur arms and pleading, almost in tears or! heâs finally treating u like u wonât break and just taking what he wants, whispering how good u feel and how a little part of him wants someone to walk in and see u breaking in his hold :3c
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
a little! nothing crazy but if theres a more tame fantasy u wanna try heâd defo be down, and heâs happy to tell u his own fantasies, even if his face burns up w embarrassment w every word. not too fond on risks, not big ones anyway but little thrills r always fun!!!! àž
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s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
doesnt last long the first round especially but heâll go as many rounds as u want. obsessed w how u feel when u cum on his cock so if u orgasm once and its not w him inside u ur gonna be going again and even then it might not be enough heâll be overstimulating the both of u to the heavensâ just be aware of that !
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
lowk vibrator obsession, loves watching u use it, loves using it on himself, loves using it on u, u using it on himâ u both using at the same time, pressed up against either side of it and crying into each others mouths .. could also see him loving the idea of having a fleshlight. Gulps. ïŒż|ïżŁ|â
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
teases u a lot when hes in charge just to see ur glassy eyes and pretty lips form a pout, but hes pretty hypocritical bc he doesnt like to be teased and heâll get so pathetic when u do .. sigh
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
louder when hes closer to cumming, whimpers and gaspy moans that grow louder and higher in pitch the closer he gets, probably likes to stuff his face in a pillow or plushie to keep himself quiet bc he gets so embarrassed but he sounds so pretty :((((
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
never really puts u in ur place when u act bratty but one time he just snaps and ur legs were trembling for a good two days after; good thing he was back to his little angelic self and carried u everywhere
x = x-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
big hes hung asf. personally im a little more interested in the 50 pounds of ass he carries around but ig his cock is also important in this category
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
HIGH! .. once he gets a taste of sexâ of you, he is insatiable woooo boy
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
hes not conking out until ur asleep first!!!!!!! so however long ur awake for after all is done, heâs up too!!!! no matter how hard his eyelids try to droop closed ok and if ur not sleepy hes not either (he is but just keep talking ok heâll keep fighting it off)
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How The DMC Men Enter Relationships (SFW)
How your relationship with the Sparda Trio start~ gn!reader
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DanteÂ
â„ How you meet
⥠You meet Dante late at nightÂ
⥠You were both lonely and looking for a body to ease that pain
⥠He has no intentions of having feelings for you, and you were not looking for a relationship
⥠At first, all that is exchanged are first names and phone numbersÂ
⥠Conversation is limited to simple greetings and partingsÂ
⥠The interactions are mainly physicalÂ
â„ How the relationship begins
⥠As time goes on Dante begins to miss you when you leave and starts asking you to stay the night
⥠He starts to ask you about yourself, questioning about your hobbies and favorite foods
⥠As much as he does not want to admit it, he is starting to develop feelings for you
⥠He doesn't outright ask you to date him instead he asks if you would like to leave some things at his placeÂ
⥠Late-night phone calls turn into him inviting you to dinnerÂ
⥠After some time Trish refers to you as his s/o in conversation and Dante is taken back
⥠He hadnât thought of it that way but you two are doing all of the relationship things, but more importantly, he really enjoyed hearing you referred to as his s/o
⥠A few days later Dante is lying in bed with you when he asks if you would like to put a label on thingsÂ
⥠He explains that he would like mutual commitment and to pursue a future with you but he understands if you want to keep things more casual
⥠Although he has no interest in anyone else and would not be ok if you were seeing other people no matter if there was a label or notÂ
⥠When you do agree to put a label on things Dante becomes a little cocky about now bringing you up specifically as his s/o in most conversations
â„ Early relationship dynamics
⥠Dante would want you to stay at home more, not locked in there or anything but more just not overworked
⥠He likes to come home to you, it brings him peace of mind and motivates him
⥠Small disagreements take place when you move in with him, Dante has never had a long-term serious relationship so he is unsure of how to split up housework and tasks like cooking
⥠Nothing ever gets too heated as he comes to an agreement with you pretty quickly
⥠He wants to be in charge of breakfast and dinner when he is home, but would really appreciate it if you could make dinner when he comes home late and you are already home
⥠Itâs decided that you will both use Saturday as the day to get all of the house cleaning done together
⥠It takes about a month for you two to settle in together but once the adjustment period is over you two work fluidly together with very few arguments
Vergil
â„ How you meet
⥠He comes into your work by accident, he had no reason to be there but the rain outside was terrible and he wanted to find reprieve for just a moment to get himself together
⥠You very kindly offered him your umbrella seeing the state he was in
⥠Not being used to this kind of kindness he simply stares at you unsure of how to respond
⥠Silently he takes the umbrella and walks outÂ
⥠After this, he happens to wander into your workplace more often hoping to see you again
â„ How the relationship begins
⥠Vergil does not start the conversation but rather you do as you come up behind him
⥠You jokingly ask if heâs stalking you and his demeanor changes to be very flustered with a slight blush appearing across his cheeksÂ
⥠He stops coming to your workplace after this but you catch him reading a book in a park not too far away about a week later
⥠This time he begins with a simple hello
⥠To his surprise, the conversation flows very naturally and learns that you actually missed his random appearances at work
⥠Never did he expect to be able to talk to anyone like this, casually and freely
⥠Not knowing who he was and what he had been through allows him to start fresh not feeling any levels of judgment
⥠You two stay as friends for a while, he never makes a move as he does not want you to leave when he opens up to you
⥠After a few months, Vergil cannot keep secrets from you anymore and he finally tells you about who he is and what he has done expecting you to be scared and leave
⥠But you are not scared and when he turns to see your reaction you lean in to kiss him
⥠The feeling of your lips on his sets him free, he can finally be his entire self around you without fear
â„ Early relationship dynamics
⥠That day was the start of your romantic relationship, but Vergil does not like to refer to you as his s/o preferring terms like âMy lightâ and âMy loveâ
⥠You two would move in together shortly after that first kissÂ
⥠A lot of time is spent teaching Vergil the ways of average human lifeÂ
⥠He enjoys taking care of the home and finds a passion for cookingÂ
⥠Doing things like furniture shopping brings him a lot of joy and finds it to be a very important time with you
⥠He likes to take you on dinner dates at nice restaurants and to museumsÂ
⥠Overall the beginning of your relationship is pretty smooth the only potential issue being that Vergil is a bit reclusive not liking to be in very high-energy areas like a concert or clubÂ
Nero
â„ How you meet
⥠Nero is still young and has not gotten the hang of relationships fully yet
⥠The dating world is still pretty new to him
⥠He meets you in the most cliche way, you were carrying boxes in your hands and Nero was sprinting around the corner knocking into you and sending the boxes to the ground
⥠Dropping what he was doing he cleans up your mess while apologizing and then turns to help you up but when his eyes met yours, the ability to speak the English language left him
⥠Stumbling over words he attempts to introduce himself not making a lot of progress
⥠With a smile you tell him your name and that he can make up for the incident by buying you a coffee
â„ How the relationship begins
⥠He is very nervous around you at first, before getting coffee with you the first time he changed his outfit three times and brushed his teeth twice
⥠Despite the nerves, he was able to talk to you and your sweet demeanor helped to calm him down
⥠You were kind and confident and that combo worked on him as he asked when he could see you again right after you both finished your drinks
⥠Nero is a very sweet guy making sure to hold doors open for you and following the sidewalk rule
⥠His age shows though when he tries to show off in front of you by doing things like attempting to do tricks on a random skateboard despite him having zero experienceÂ
⥠Or telling you very over-the-top embellished stories about his Devil May Cry work
⥠After going out a few more times he asks if he can start calling you his s/o
⥠You agree and the smile that forms on his face tells you how long he has been waiting to ask you that
â„ Early relationship dynamics
⥠Neither of you are in a rush to move in togetherÂ
⥠Instead, itâs a lot of sleepovers and him tagging along to run errands with you
⥠Nero discovers that he enjoys going to stores like Target not looking to buy anything and instead just looking around
⥠He also loves to binge shows with you
⥠If you watch any level of reality TV, Nero will become the biggest fan but will deny it if you ever ask him
⥠Finds it romantic to know all of your orders at your favorite food places, Nero likes to surprise you with them whenever you are feeling sad
⥠Some fights happen when he has to leave for work, you don't want him to go and he doesn't want to leave you and because he is young the emotions are a little hard to navigateÂ
⥠But with proper and open communication these problems fade away
Author's note: This was so cute to write! I had a lot of fun taking my time with this and really feeling the characters out and I hope you all have fun reading it!
#dante x reader#dmc dante#dante devil may cry#dante sparda#vergil x reader#dmc vergil#vergil devil may cry#vergil sparda#vergil dmc#nero dmc5#dmc nero#nero dmc#nero devil may cry#nero x reader#nero#dmc x reader
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Similar fic idea to One Step Three Steps, but instead of some random Hatake brat being zapped into modern Konoha from the very early days of the village, it was actually the at the time Hatake Clan Head.
I'm gonna go with the Hatake family tree I tossed into Chasing Shadows for fun, meaning a) the clan head is named Haruka, and b) she's Sakumo's mother (thus Kakashi's grandmother) and Tobirama's aunt
She died very shortly after Tobirama (like a week tops) and the rest of her clan was wiped out pretty soon after her.
(Sakumo was raised by the only other survivor of the clan, an old grandma with poor memory who hadn't been in any state to fight, and who later passed away when Sakumo was still pretty youngâ so he learned very little about their clan and their traditions, and then passed on even less to Kakashi before he died)
I have literally nothing else for her other than the above, so I guess we'll figure out her character together as we go along
With that said, this is gonna be a long one, so buckle in for
âšïž The Hatake clan head time travels from early to modern Konoha âšïž
Immediately, there's just so much potential pretty much anywhere you drop her into the timeline.
Lets take her from the very first years of Konoha, where they're still lowkey building the village and Madara is still around (bc I love the drama of the time traveler respecting Madara only for the future people to be like "oooo... ok, so bad news actuallyâ Also, you legally aren't allowed to talk good about him for military dictatorship reasons, sorry :(" )
And then we're gonna drop her into kid Kakashi era, with Sakumo still being alive
Right off the bat -> That's Sakumo's fucking mom!!!! Holy shit you guys!!! The last time she saw him he was like a literal infant she JUST recovered from birthing AND NOW HES A WHOLE MAN!!!!
Shes grabbing him by the cheeks squishing him to death, there may be baby talk involved (he's a grown man let him go oh my god??)
If she comes before his mission gone wrong, her presence prevents him from going on it (disaster averted,,, for now) He's currently in the running for most likely to become next Hokage and she's so disgustingly proud holy shit. Her baby!!! Hokage!!!
Maybe have some talk about how that'd make either 3 or 2 Hatake's in office depending on if you count Hashirama as a Hatake (Haruka does not) and how that's kind of bad, right? Only Haruka doesn't give a SHIT about that (politicians hate her and shed hate them too if she didn't enjoy making them suffer so much)
"But Haruka, as clan head aren't you a politician too by default?"
"Haha yeah!! Isn't that awful? (For all of them)"
If she comes AFTER the dreaded mission gone wrong, Haruka is all about backing up his decision (the Hatake are a clan who emphasize loyalty like no other, which is also part of why they took to Konoha's mentality so well)
Shes telling Sakumo he did the right thing and fuck literally everyone who says otherwise. Trust your momma Sakumo, she knows best
Her being there averts Sakumo's deathâ either bc she manages to keep him going, or bc she interrupts him mid suicide
(I can see Sakumo trying to go through with it specifically bc he thinks at least Kakashi has Haruka now once he's gone)
Also oh my god SAKUMO YOU HAD A BABY??? SHE HAS A GRANDBABY???? AWWW CMERE LITTLE GUY LET GRANDMA GIVE YOU A SMOOCHâ OHHH SAKUMO LOOK AT HOW HE STABBED ME OHH WHAT A GOOD BOY, WHAT A CUTE BABY BOY!! CMERE BABYâ OHH SAKUMO LOOK HES BITING ME AWWW THATS SO CUTE!! WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? (said like she's talking to a fucking dog)
Kakashi kind of hates her.
There's like a whole big bit about the Hatake clan bloodline limit, which is sort of general wolfy stuff, enhanced senses, some extra strength, etc. And my all-time favorite take, adaptation âšïž
Their white chakra is super flexible, able to adapt and change to fit pretty much any situation âor even other bloodline limits. (Which is why Kakashi not only survived the sharingan implant but came to arguably master it)
Anyways -> other than the white chakra (which neither Sakumo or Kakashi know the details of other than it's their family chakra and its,, white. Exciting, I know), their bloodline limit seems to have borderline dissapeared with Kakashi and Sakumo, due to basically them not knowing how to feed into it / activley supressing it to conform to polite society (unaware that certain impulses aren't actually just intrusive thoughts but actual instinct trying to get them to do things necessary to feed into and reawakened their bloodline limit)
Kakashi actually shows more hints of still having it bc of his age, while Sakumo is very well practiced in accidentally supressing it to conform with general society.
So obviously, Haruka is like "hey guys!! What the actual fuck is this!!" and immediatley (borderline desperatley) trying to get them back to her perceived normal
She's actually REALLY fucked up about all this. Her own son!! Her own grandbaby!! And they don't even eat enough MEAT!!!! This is an actual nightmare, this is like basic baby stuff all the Hatake's should know and she's getting nothing but blank looks and vuagley ashamed guilty stares from Sakumo as she asks if he even takes Kakashi on hunts (he didn't even know that was a thing he should be doing.)
Don't even get her started when she learns Sakumo isn't acting as clan head on the Konoha clan council, holy shit. The Hatake might be a clan of 2 now but they were among the first clans to come to Konohaâ she doesn't give a shit how many of them are left, if the number is more than 1 then there better be a fucking representative of theirs on that goddamn council
Funny bit where Kakashi tries to bite someone and Sakumo is telling him to stop bc jesus christ child can you behave for 5 seconds oh god he's so sorryâ and Haruka is like, why are you telling him to stop??? This is enrichment for him :)) if there's no blood it's fine, that's the official clan policy for dealing with kids
Haruka... isn't actually a very good choice to leave as your babysitter. If nothing is on fire and no one is dead she considers herself successful.
Sakumo will learn this. In time.
Mmmm bad ending where Sakumo goes through with the suicide. Could be very fun and fucked up n dramatic.
Kakashi doesn't find his father's body first bc Haruka doesâ or maybe he does but Haruka walks in right behind him and forces him to close his eyes before he can actually see the body.
Fun scene where Haruka is physically wrestling Kakashi away from his father's body, a hand over his eyes as he screams and claws at her, demanding that she let go and let him see his dad.
Can't she smell the blood!? Tou-san is hurt, he needs help! What are you doing!!? Let him go!! Tou-san, Tou-san, where are you? Why aren't you answering?!
He bites her hand in his struggles, so deep that it later scars (just another reminder of the day, oh boy !!)
Haruka getting hit by the fucking brick of reality, straight in the face. She got to meet her son, the only survivor of their clan from her era, just in time for him to die <3
The fic then takes a HARD turn from the silly fluffy fun times of Haruka goofing around telling people to suck her dick if they have a problem with her (which a lot of people definitely do)
-> Right into shinobi politics, political schemes and sabotaged missions and buried clan history galore territory. Haruka isn't ab to take this lying down and everyone's about to get their first look at a grieving Hatake mother in her prime who just lost her baby to the shinobi rumor mill
Before she was kind of keeping to herself just having fun in the clan compound, not reeeally getting involved with any politics or village shit, bc like, she's playing with her family!! This is like her vacation till the time travel is solved and she goes back home!!
But she's not doing that anymore.
Sakumo is gone and Haruka is more than willing to take the seat he chose to leave empty at the clan council. She's about to become EVERYONES problem.
In the bg, Kakashi VIOLENTLY swings between fucking hating Haruka ("You should have stopped him! You should have been there! You should have helped!") to being like, physically unable to be unatached from her (she's waking up in the middle of the night to find him suddenly burrowed into her blankets, holding on to her like he's scared she'll dissapear when he wakes up)
Small soft scene where he's sleeping on top of her and quietly whispers that he's sorry for biting her.
Haruka possibly tries to have Kakashi temporarily drop his training but it's a very hard battle to fight. Both bc Kakashi wants to fight and bc Konoha wants him to fight
Uhh first big scary Haruka politics scene when she puts her foot down and says something along the lines of, "are you telling me here and now that my word as Hatake clan head is not enough to stop Konoha from taking away my child?" And Sarutobi kind of has to back down bc that does NOT fly well with the other clans
Obito and Rin swing by and try to pry at why Kakashi can't fight and she just fucking stares at them and goes, "He's 6."
She goes home and puts her head in her fucking hands. She was promised Konoha was to keep the kids SAFE, that's the entire fucking reason the Hatake agreed to join!!! This is not safe Tobirama, you bitch!!!!! If they send out Kakashi to die, shes going to find your fucking ghost and grind your face into Kakashi's grave!!!!
Anyways, time for my favorite part: politics
Haruka is coming from the early days of Konoha, where the only reason the Hatake even joined the village was, "because my cute little nephew (Tobirama) asked us real nice"
In her mind, she and her clan are still allowed to back the fuck up out of the village whenever she so chooses. She likes it in Konoha, yeah, but they're still free reign nomads and while she'd like to stay and have her clan flourish (which they didn't exactly do and she can literally SEE the way the village destroyed them from the inside out) she and her clan retain the right to leave whenever they want. And if they do leave, other than losing the new friends, it won't exactly be hard on them to get back to the nomad life.
All of that is to say that Sarutobi isn't her Hokage and while she'll be nice and respectful bc she recognizes the position (and her position) when push comes to shove, there's literally nothing they can hold on her to make her bend or break.
Also the last time she saw Sarutobi he was one of her nephews little brat tag-alongs, and she's so fucking bad at treating people their age, doubly so if she knew them as a kid.
It's,,, kind of demeaning actually, she should stop. (She will not.)
Anyways: play into her not just being Tobirama's aunt but also Hashirama's (her sister was their mother) which becomes fun bc Kakashi is her fucking grandkid!! Meaning he's also their fucking cousin!! Politics!! Implications!!!
At least one person is making a "of fucking course the boy genius is related to one of them" joke but like in an angry way (it's probably Obito)
Anyways I started this off with basically nothing for Haruka other than her name and I think she accidentally turned into a real character along the way (inevitable tbh)
Shes a DEEPLY flawed person actually, which I kind of love. She has a habit of belittling people and not treating them their age (absoloutley calls everyone even slightly younger than her 'kid')
Her views of childcare are totally skewed and she should not be trusted with any children other than Kakashi (it's ok he's literally built different, she can provide proper enrichment for him)
Edit: I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN TO POST THIS YET IM GONNA KILL MYSELF I WAS STILL QRITING IM GONNA END IT ALL TUMBLR I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
Shes so fucking full of herself and about to make it EVERYONES problem
#birds fic talk#naruto#naruto au#time travel#kakashi hatake#dogteeth kakashi#hatake kakashi#kakashi#sakumo#hatake sakumo#sakumo hatake#hatake#hatake clan#hatake clan lore#hatake oc
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No Comparison - Sanji x Reader
a/n: This took me so long to write for literally no reason. I hope it turned out ok though! Plz enjoy our silly little blonde loverboy!
summary: Sanjiâs habit of practically worshiping every woman he sees makes you anxious from time to time. He refuses to let you stay anxious about it.
contains: sfw topics, gender neutral terms for reader, fluff, comfort, mention of anxiety and insecurities.
wc: 1k+
Sanji was not somebody you fought with. Not because you never had anything to fight about, but because Sanji did his best not to give you a reason to be upset with him.
It wasn't as though you were upset with him now... but you weren't too happy either.
The thing is that he has this undying love and devotion towards all women. He'll fall at their feet and swoon and follow their every word, sometimes at his own expense. It bothered you, sure, but at this point in your relationship, you knew that didn't mean he loved or prioritized them over you. You were his partner, after all.
However, that didn't stop the occasional bout of anxiety that would overcome you when he was a little too close to someone than you were comfortable with.
You'd never ask him to change, since that was a big part of what made Sanji, Sanji. And, ultimately, he was mindful not to go too far since you started dating. You knew he didn't love them more or love you less, but it still... hurt. Just a little bit.
After all, no one likes the idea of seeing their boyfriend being overly friendly with someone who wasn't them. Unless they're into that, which you weren't.
It was after one of these incidents where he gave a look too flirty, a voice too enraptured, that had you out here now. Leaning against the railing, the time pushing close to midnight, as you watched a sky glittering with stars. You wouldn't cry, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to. It was one of those nights.
It wasn't cold, but a light brush of the late night breeze against your skin made a shiver run through you. As if on cue, a black suit jacket settled snugly across your shoulders. The smell of cigarette smoke and spices wafted up from the fabric and it did little to fend off the slight burning sensation in your eyes that you'd been fighting off.
"You're gonna catch a cold out here if you're not careful," Sanji spoke softly, moving to stand beside you and lightly press his arm against yours.
"No I won't, it's not even that cold out," you huff back, chuckling quietly. The slight quirk of your lips still felt a bit too bitter for your liking, but you tucked the jacket closer to you regardless.
You could tell his eyes were trailing over your face, sweeping over your features. He had a little frown as he leaned forward to see you better.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked, tone more serious than it was a second ago.
"Nothing..." You hesitated.Â
A sudden urge prickled at the back of your skull to unload every one of your thoughts onto him. Ask if you're more important than the girls he fawns over, if you really meant that much to him. There's also the part of you that's too scared of the consequences of instigating that kind of conversation. Namely the look of pain you know would be there, as if he didn't make it obvious how much he cherished you on a daily basis.
Sanji waited patiently for you to speak, not rushing an answer but simply giving you the space to think. The fact that you knew he'd follow along with whatever you decided made this worse.
"What..." You swallowed the lump forming in your throat and nearly grimaced at the way it struggled to go down. "What made you want to date me?"
Sanji blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Huh?"
"It's... you always go along with whatever I say, and you do the same with all the girls you come across. A lot of things are the same. We don't even argue- I just... wanted to know what made me different... from them."
The silence that followed was thick and heavy. You refused to look over at him, almost ashamed of your insecurity. The ugly voices whispering about how you weren't good enough. Your doubt in him despite knowing how much he's done and is willing to do for you.
But it's hard not to. Not when his eyes still reflect hearts at any passing woman.
Almost a full minute passed when Sanji finally answered. His voice was quiet, almost strained.
"Have I been making you feel this way this entire time?"
"No, no of course not, I only-"
"No. There's no excuse." He placed gentle hands on your shoulders and lightly guided you to turn and face him. "Don't make an excuse for me when I'm hurting you."
You couldn't help but look into his eyes as he spoke. Maybe it's because he was missing the classic cigarette that dulled the lines of his face with plumes of smoke, his blue eyes seemed crystal clear under the moonlight. Clear and focused intently on you.
"I- I wasn't. You're not hurting me, it's just my own... it's me." With him holding your gaze, it was difficult to not expose your more truthful thoughts. The uglier ones.
You watch as his curled brow furrowed deeper, his lips pulling into a tight line. Then he slowly, gently, as if you were paper in his arms, pulled you closer until he had you pressed securely against his chest.
"It is you. It's because it's you that this is important. I don't pick fights with women, because I can't. I respect them, but it's different. If I upset them then that's a moment of regret. But if I were to ever upset you, I'd rather have that idiot moss head gut me with his swords. I can live without them. I can't breathe without you."
"What's a passing wildflower when compared to the sun? What's appreciating a moment of beauty to seeing the light of tomorrow? One is much easier to lose than the other." As he said this, you felt him squeeze you just a bit tighter.
"I can tone it down, whatever you need me to do, because you matter more to me. I'm with you because no one makes the world as colorful as you do. You chose me, and I will never take that for granted."
He pulled away only to hold your face in his hands, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone as he smiled at you. There was more affection and truth held in that expression than there were stars in the sky.
"Nothing and no one compares to you. And I'm not stupid enough to let anyone think otherwise."
[Fin~]
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Disclaimer: This may be a bit chaotic (also sorry for my English), I never done this type of post before and I assume you know the show so I donât go into details of every event - you saw them, you know what theyâre about. And it all comes down to Buddie going canon. Here we go, enjoy! (warning 3,6k words)
If we take a look at 911 from a distance some things fall in an interesting pattern. I believe at least part of it is intentional. And if this theory is correct - standing ovations for the creators are in order, because they kept the continuity of the previous seasons while simultaneously re-launching the series. We have introductions of the main characters, we revisit big moments from their lives (sometimes in a more flashy way, sometimes more subtle), and we get a new perspective from them (those big moments) to show the characterâs growth.
Ok, whatâs the theory?
You should watch seasons 7 and 8 as seasons 1 and 2 on abc.
But Tim isnât simply retelling the story. He takes the core emotion from a big event and puts it into new scenery with inclusion of how the character had changed over the seasons 1-6.Â
Before I jump into Buck and Eddie, let's look at a few examples.Â
ATHENA:
Introduction of Athena in season 1 goes with her marriage problems. The same in season 7 (itâs one-sided, because itâs her story, not Bobbyâs).
May suicide attempt -> in season 7 there is this unnerving vibe around Bobbyâs retiring actions, especially when Athena is talking with him (at least I felt this suicidal vibe and we all thought for a moment Bobby is responsible for their house burning down).
The reason why Athena became a cop, the tragic story of her fiance -> bringing back Jenkins in season 8. This plot could work without him, there could be just some no-name prisoner and Athena could simply get the order to escort him without any deep explanation - but the main core of this plot was to revisit Athenaâs past.
She was attacked/in mortal danger on the job -> the whole plane disaster in season 8 (and Iâll get back to that because this is the key moment in Bathena story, this is their core).
BOBBY:
His alcoholism is haunting him and it leads to his house burning down while heâs trying to save his wife (and all of this is the result of his actions). His arc in season 7 covers his past.
And also his relationship with the 118 getâs the familiar spotlight - him being a father figure for the team. Everyone comes to him for advice while heâs forced to be away from his firehouse - and during those conversations heâs in the middle of planning his future with Athena (previously their wedding, now itâs about their new home).
As for them as a couple itâs the plot lines of Athena being attacked and her landing the plane. She is in danger, doing her job, he is the one watching/listening. But while in the past he was powerless, merely an audience to her fight, now he is her partner, heâs in danger with her and itâs his choice (with the cruise ship they both were thrown into the danger, this wasnât the parallel to the past). And yes, this is their characteristic, but when youâre new to the show, you started watching it with season 7, you may not know this about them⊠so here, Tim is showing you what Bathena is about, ride or die partners with unwavering faith in each other.
Again, the core element of the big moment and the emotional growth/journey of the characters (introduction while keeping the continuity - revisiting the events, not retelling them).
HEN:
She has a very big plot line that includes a few big events from her life.
The plot with Ortizâs son reminds me of the girl Hen hit with an ambulance. Back then Hen was a mess, doubtful about herself, and people around her reminded her that she did everything right. Now she doesnât doubt, sheâs sure, even when there is not enough conviction from her team.Â
Following this plot we have the whole thing with Ortiz and Mara - which basically is covering the same core aspect we saw with Eva and Denny.
For Hen, family is the most important, actually for her and Karen - and this part also shows their journey as the power couple - because now theyâre fighting together for their child (against Ortiz) and not with each other (like it was when Eva was threatening their family). Theyâre much stronger now, after all those years, family love guiding them through life.
CHIM & MADDIE:
They both have their respective episodes in season 7.
Chimney: Why put Doug there? Why Kevin and karaoke bar (the backstory of how Chim became a firefighter) if not for the introduction of the character, for revisiting his big momentsâŠ?Â
Maddie and the call with the abducted woman -> we learn later it was her stalker not her husband, but Maddie assumes itâs the husband because of her own trauma. And in the same episode her postpartum depression is also addressed -> the abducted woman is separated from her baby - itâs symbolic but itâs there (like I said, not everything is flashy).
As for Madney - itâs all in the way theyâre looking for each other when their mental state is in question (past - Maddie in Boston, present - Chim being sick). Their emotional journey lies in the way of how sure of their love they are. Again, in the past they were taking things slow, finding each other but giving each other space and time, careful âi love youâ etc - Now they speed things up by getting married right away, right there in the hospital - because theyâre sure.
There are more core things (and revisits) to all characters but I wonât go deeper into this because I want to talk about Buddie (with more details)... soâŠ
All 3 power couples got introduced and redefined anew for the new audience, but the core of what makes them Bathena, Henren, and Madney remained the same - just bigger, bolder, stronger⊠What remains, in the spectrum of main relationships, waiting to receive the same treatment, is Buddie.
EDDIE:
Through season 7 and 8 so far we got to see main aspects of Eddie - soldier, father, widower, best friend (yes, there are elements of them being more, of some deeper feelings, especially from Eddieâs side - this is the part of the continuity from previous seasons⊠but because seasons 7 and 8 are new seasons 1 and 2, Buddie is leaning a little more to the âbest friendsâ side - for now⊠it just started to change with episode 8x05).
We learn about Eddieâs character - heâs caring but also sassy, he works great under pressure, heâs not superstitious, he panics when relationships get too serious (not full blown panic attacks this time, but catholic guilt plays the same role here).
The big moment from Eddieâs past is Shannonâs death. The show canât tell this story again, canât kill Shannon again, but they can show the new audience the impact Shannon had (and still has) on Eddieâs life -> and here we have the whole âKim plotâ.Â
One more thing worth mentioning about Eddie and parallels is that he left Chris and his wife in the past -> now Chris is the one who left him, and the only relationship his son has to offer to Eddie is a glitching facetime video in a moment of the day when heâs busy (Chris) - sounds familiar.
Yes, there are more big moments in previous seasons, but each of them is intertwined with Buck, ergo canât be discussed without him. So letâs jump into Buck now.
BUCK:
Just like with Eddie we get the reminder of main characteristic of Buck in form of: infodumping, ingenuity, thinking outside the box, being good/capable on a job, abandonment issues (Eddie spending time with Tommy), craving for approval/affirmation (he hates Gerrard and still seeks that pat on the back and âgood boyâ comment), his spiraling and believe in supernatural, and heâs like a kid in 118 family.
I feel like we got all of his aspects (and the same with Eddieâs) that we know from previous seasons in an easy to swallow pill, coated with a bit of comedy.
Big moments in Buckâs life include Eddie, but there are few relationships that are very important to this character that are highlighted in seasons 7 and 8).Â
Christopher. For now we donât really see the depth of Buckâs and Chris' relationship. New audience can safely say he is somewhat of a âfun uncleâ for Chris (right now Chris is his best friendâs son) - this is because we still havenât seen the equivalent of what created the bond between them - the tsunami (I believe we will get that when Chris comes back from Texas or his return will include scenes related to their bond and this big event from their lives).
Maddie. This one is simple for now, theyâre great siblings, they support each other, the upcoming scene with Maddie should add more.
Best friend Eddie - partners on a job and in crime, knowing each other so well they can read every small signals (itâs mostly visible in 7x01 and 8x01), showing up for each other etc - you all know what I mean - Eddie jumping into idea of bachelor party, Buck confronting Eddie about Kim, Buckâs coming out, Eddie asking for help with Chris (twice) - all of that have (mostly) subtle Buddie themed moments (smiles, looks, wording) but what screams loudly is that theyâre best friends (like youâve never seen better friends than them). Like I said before it started to change in 8x05, and even earlier we see a little bit more of Eddie, like heâs kind of in the background - just remember this, Iâll explain in more details later.
Bobby. This relationship is highlighted the most, and after the first 3 episodes of season 8 nobody has any doubt that Bobby is like a father to Buck (in case somebody missed it in 7x10). In previous seasons we saw how this father-son thing evolved between them (whole season 1, lawsuit, Buck spiraling because of radiation Bobby âabsorbedâ, coma dream, etc), and now we get the speed run through it to establish how it works.
There is one more very important relationship in Buckâs life that also counts as Buckâs big moment. And itâs Abby, who is represented by Tommy. Older, more experienced love interest, who shows Buck he still has something to learn about relationships, who changes his perspective. It goes further. Remember the guy who was catfishing girls with Buckâs photos? Remember when he was in a meeting with Abby and a girl came up to them? Abby didnât like what she heard and left Buck cold in that cafe/restaurant. Sounds familiar? Yeah, it should. His first date with Tommy, interrupted by someone, where Tommy didnât like Buckâs behavior and left him on a curb. Whatâs important, none of them (not Tommy nor Abby) told him it was over, they were disappointed, of course, but left with the vibe âcontact me when you grow upâ/âI donât do dramasâ. Again, this is parallel, the revisit to the past event (core of the scenes remains) but the point here is not to tell the same story again but show something new, so Buckâs relationship with Tommy goes in its own way.
I would like to address the lightning strike here, because I believe this event wonât get âthe revisitâ treatment. It was mentioned in background in season 7 - the locker room scene with Eddie and how Buck tells Tommy the night they met was the best one he had since he died (or something like that). So the lightning strike exists already in season 7 and 8 narrative for the new audience.
Ok. In previous seasons we saw all main couples dating and getting married - basically becoming what they are now. And we saw how Buckâs and Eddieâs relationship grew and evolved throughout the seasons - but they never reached the status of a couple.
So we are now at 8x05, we have all main characters introduced, all power couples redefined by some huge events that made them stronger. We have Buck and Eddie - best friends for life - now is the time to show Buddie of it all.
BUDDIE:
Believe it or not, episode 5 is about Buddie in so many ways, but not in a way you think it is⊠Itâs about retelling their emotional journey, their bonding path and what makes their relationship so special. Yes, Iâm using âretellingâ here, because the story of their feelings never reached the conclusion, it was always between the lines, and now it can be told anew. Tim already had the perfect recipe for them, so now he is using the core ingredients, to once more reach the point where making them a couple will feel natural. Itâs not only about making them canon, itâs about telling beautiful love story - patience is important, their emotional state is the key and has to be set up just right.Â
Ok. Masks. This title is a red herring in itself. If we talk about who is wearing a mask the answer is simple - everybody, itâs a Halloween episode. Going deeper we can say - itâs Eddie with his âfineâ mask. Letâs go even deeper, itâs not a noun âmasksâ (in plural), itâs a verb. The whole episode is masking itself, and itâs masking who the story is about. We have two major plot lines here, Buckâs (a comedy) and Henren (drama), both very loud and over the top, making the audience look in one way when in the background another story is unfolding. Red herrings everywhere.
What are the big moments from Buckâs and Eddieâs life that are hidden in this episode? When did Buddie truly start? Firetruck, tsunami, lawsuit, fight club, divorce era⊠yes, itâs all there⊠well, tsunami is only mentioned there because itâs Buck and Chis arc, but the important moment for Buddie after the tsunami is still represented in this episode by Karenâs words âYou saved himâ. Letâs break it down.
BUCK:
Firetruck: the event itself is represented in Dennyâs accident. Heâs pinned by the vehicle, Karen is holding his hand while others are trying to save him, there is and audience to his tragedy, a lot of people (in this case firefighters) are working together (building the construction) to get him out, the accident was caused by a man who was driven by vengeance/seeking justice, in the end Denny has his leg in cast - the same leg Buck had.
Lawsuit: The whole Buckâs curse plot - injury on a job (to his limb), aftermath of which he ends up with a medical condition (boils = blood thinners), which causes him to focus solely on himself. Buck is so self absorbed in this episode he doesnât notice his own boyfriend, let alone his best friend (if you want me to write a longer post about Buddie in corelation to Buck and Tommy and why imo Buck is a lame boyfriend in this episode let me know - I wonât do that in this post).
The things above are like playing with the form of what I mentioned before - revisiting previous events. Whatâs important here is the emotional state of Buck. He learns very quickly he can come back to his job (Eddie is asking about it, because he knows how important it is for Buck) but the boils ultimately send him on a spiral and right back to the self absorbed state of mind - and the reason for it is to make him blind on whatâs going on with Eddie.
EDDIE:
Fight club and divorce era are played out here only in Eddieâs emotional state because the show is putting Eddie in the background on purpose so we canât have big moments played out in a form of parallel scenes.Â
But just like with the fight club, Eddie is distancing himself from the firefam. I said already that Eddie is kinda in the background - this is the part where we can see Eddie isolated and alone, in this episode it screams the loudest (compared to the previous ones).Â
The haunted house - Hen is terrifying, Chim is scary, even Buck, whose job was to give out candy, managed to freak everybody out (including himself) - only Eddie is this lame and cringe werewolf wannabe. This is a metaphorical, subtle way to show he stands out from the rest of the team. Heâs with them but he is alone in the crowd. They have to ask him about Chris, heâs not talking about him himself and heâs keeping his âiâm fineâ mask on (pun intended). In fight club era Eddie is grieving after Shannon, now heâs grieving his relationship with Chris. Heâs hiding his pain just like he was hiding his bruises.
Divorce era can be seen in a way Eddie interacts with Buck. Heâs losing his patience sooner than usual, is meaner in his comments because heâs running on fumes, getting closer to his breaking point (it could escalate, we know he can snap when he canât deal with his emotions). He doesnât look at Buck - and I know, itâs because of the things on Buckâs face, hiding behind the magazine, sucking on lollipop⊠but honestly, do we actually believe that? Or the comedy of those scenes masked that theyâre disconnected right now (actually theyâre disconnected since Gerrard made them work separately. How they miss each other's eyes in the courtroom - it started there). The episode ends so blatantly showing us Buck talking bullshit with his head so far up his behind he doesnât think for a second that Eddie needs him. And Eddie, well, heâs fighting alone, just like he was when he stepped into the ring.
WHATâS NEXT:
If Iâm right about all this, and not just insane, we will see 4 more big events - or rather the emotional state those events invoked.Â
Kitchen scene - Buck being sorry for not being there for Eddie, when he needed him (the tension aspect of the scene would be nice, but the actual core of this scene is Buck admitting he failed Eddie and Eddie actually listening and accepting Buckâs words).
Well - Eddie has to save himself, deal with something on his own (with only briefly mentioning Buck, mostly Chris).
Will - this has to be addressed at some point. We know about the will but people who started watching from season 7 donât. This will be clear, no red herrings, no telling story in the background.
Shooting arc - Buck being scared he may lose Eddie. It doesnât have to be a near death experience, it can be Eddie deciding heâll move to Texas - the core is fear of losing his⊠right, what? Best friend? When we reach this point theyâll be more, and âbest friendsâ term wonât be enough, not even to the general audience.Â
After that we can start talking about Buddie canon.
Of course there will be more scenes, new scenes, the characters are still growing but in my opinion Tim is trying to set up and show similar emotional journey for them, right up to the point when we should have had Buddie⊠and he will pick up where he left them, messed up and vulnerable and so in love with each other itâs overwhelming (shooting arc)⊠then we will go in a straight line to the Buddie canon.
I donât want to make predictions, Iâm bad at it. I prefer to analyze. But in my opinion and what I know about the next episode, I think the well call will serve as a reminder about Eddie Begins, the actual connection between past and present will be in the mustache scene (or right before the mustache scene).Â
Final thoughts.
We all see the parallels between different characters and between previous seasons and new ones. We get frustrated about some plot lines and episodes (Bobby episode, Kim plot line)... But if you take a few steps back and look at season 7 as season 1 it makes sense to show these threads again. If you look at all the elements we talk about as a fandom you will see itâs one huge project, not just hints placed here and there. And itâs not just for the benefit of long term fans, itâs for the new audience to get to know these characters, to fall in love with them, to make them curious enough to watch previous seasons.
We all feel it, this carefree vibe from season 1, weâre all falling in love again, saying season 8 has whatâs the best in 911, has it all. And I believe itâs because of what I wrote above, these new introductions of characters and relationships.Â
One relationship remains to be shown in all its beautiful and unhinged glory - Buddie.
And I believe once we get the equivalent of a shooting arc we will get Buddie canon - this time Tim will tell their story how he wanted - with Buck and Eddie together, as a couple, as soulmates.
Wow, this was long. Sorry for the chaos, I never done this type of post before, but I hope you got the gist of it and enjoyed it. Remember, itâs only my opinion, I could be wrong (honestly, I probably am xP) but I wanted to share my thoughts because I got very hyped up about it. Feel free to contact me if you want.
Tagging some people who may be interested (if you want me to remove you from this post let me know):Â @buddiebeginz @stagefoureddiediaz @lemotmo @inell @jackwhiteprophetic @lover-of-mine @loveyourownsmiilee
Part 2, episode Confessions - HERE
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Not All Breakups Are Equal
Summary: Lando and Eloise, two best friends. They'd been there for one another for as long as they could remember. But, just a few short weeks change everything.
Warnings: angst I guess
Notes: Hi! This is a first for me, so please share your feedback!! Let me know if you want a part 2!!
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This was not how it was supposed to end.Â
We were supposed to be friends until our dying breaths. If I let my true imagination wander, it wouldnât have ended just like that either. If I was honest with myself early on, he would have been the man I saw as I walked down the aisle.Â
But here we are in his way-too expensive Monaco apartment.Â
âEloise, I donât understand why you are so pressed about this,â Lando shouted in my direction.Â
The issue was nearly nonexistent three weeks ago. Lando, my best friend, had been seeing a new girl. I had tried my best to try and get to know her â it is what I always did when a new woman entered his life.Â
The key is that I tried. She didnât want any part in being my friend. Only a few days after I had met the new fling, I found out what she had to say about me.Â
None of it was good. Honestly, most of it was vile. Sheâs so fake. Sheâs just jealous because he will never look at her like that. He just pities her. Iâll make him forget her name.Â
As my mind continues to be clouded by what my best friendâs new girlfriend thinks of me, Iâm thrust back into reality. Lando and I are shouting at each other â something we never used to do. Really, this may be the first time itâs ever happened.Â
Max, a mutual friend to both of us, is sitting awkwardly on the couch. He clearly wishes he was anywhere but this apartment. I can only imagine what Landoâs neighbors are thinking at this moment.Â
âHow could I not care, Lando?â I yelled back.
âShe was joking,â Lando responded.Â
This wasnât a joke. A joke is between friends. A joke isn't supposed to leave you crying on the bathroom floor.Â
A joke isnât supposed to end a friendship.Â
âShe was not joking, Lando. She was serious. If you cannot support me, if you cannot tell her that itâs not OK to talk about me like that, Iâm not sure we can be friends anymore.âÂ
I canât believe those words just came out of my mouth, and by the look on Landoâs face, I donât think he can either.Â
âEloise,â Lando said before he paused to take in my emotions.Â
I felt the tears rolling down my face. I hadnât even realized the tears had started to come. But how could they not? A 15-year friendship was only a few words away from ending. As I had made the proclamation, I glanced to my side and saw Maxâs mouth agape.Â
The three of us â the three musketeers â had been side-by-side-by-side for as long as I could remember. My twin brother had grown up karting with them, and while Lando and Max were friends with Rory, there was something about the three of us that clicked more.Â
I watched from the sides as they grew up and chased their dreams and I watched as Lando made his Formula 1 debut.Â
Along the way, I had apparently caught feelings for the British driver, too, but Iâd never openly admit that.Â
Max suspected it, though.Â
âYou canât seriously be thinking about ending our friendship over this?â
âI donât know, Lando. I think weâll always be friends, but I canât be an active participant in your life if she is too. I need to protect my own mental health.âÂ
Landoâs eyes were beginning to be rimmed with tears.Â
I cannot believe Iâm the person whoâs making him cry. When he and Louisa went through their breakup and I saw how sad he was, I vowed that I would never be the reason for his tears.Â
But, here we are and Iâm making him cry.Â
The longer I stand here in his kitchen, though, the more I start to think about it not actually being my fault. Heâs the one who invited his new girlfriend into his life. Sheâs the one who said negative things about me. Iâm just protecting myself.Â
âNo, Eloise, you canât just walk out the door.â
My mind was so cluttered that I didnât even realize I had taken steps toward his front door â that I had one hand on the doorknob. Here I was, though, a simple hand movement and step away from walking out of Lando Norrisâ life.Â
âIâm sorry.â
I twisted the handle, opened the door and walked out.Â
I was three steps down the hallway when I heard the door slam closed. I paused, part of me hoping Iâd hear his voice call out. All I wanted was for him to follow me out into the hallway and fight for me to stay.Â
As I stood three feet away from his front door, it was silent. He hadnât followed me, Lando was still in his apartment â likely gazing down at his kitchen counter with Max equally shocked sitting on the couch.Â
It was silent.Â
I glanced back at his apartment, willing the front door to open. It never did, so I turned back around and walked toward the elevator.Â
This was it. Our friendship was over. No, our friendship was paused. I wouldnât let it be over, at least not in my head.Â
No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much sleep I lost over it, I was going to always tell myself that Lando was going to come back. I didnât care if it was him coming back to me as a single man or if he entered my life again with the same girlfriend as long as she agreed to be kind to me.Â
As I stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of Landoâs apartment building, I braced myself for the evening chill. Before tucking my arms into my body, I wiped away the tears that seemed neverending at this point.Â
Only seconds after stepping outside, I heard my name being called.Â
âEloise! Eloise! Stop, please, Eloise!âÂ
It wasnât Lando, though. It was Max being the friend he always is.Â
âWhere are you going?â
It was a valid question, I donât live in Monaco. Well, not officially.Â
My job allows me to work remotely, so I truthfully live wherever Lando happens to be that week. Thatâs over now.Â
âUm, Iâm not really sure. I may just show up at the airport and see where I can get a flight. I just canât be here.âÂ
The look on Maxâs face is one I hope to never see again. I knew at that moment that Max had always known. He knew about the crush I started harboring when we were only 13 years old.Â
âEloise, Iâm not going to stop you from leaving. I cannot imagine how much youâre hurting right now, but please know he does love you.â
âNo, Max, donât say that! Please, my heart canât entertain that idea â not anymore.âÂ
âBut he does, Eloise. He just doesnât realiâŠâ
âMax, stop,â I shouted to interrupt him. âPlease. I need you to not say what youâre thinking. If he loved me, even if he didnât realize it, he would never let me feel like this. Even if he wanted to still see her, heâd tell her to be kinder to me.âÂ
Max just stood there. He didnât know what to say. To be honest, I didnât really know either, but he knew enough to at least pull me into a hug.Â
Thatâs when I lost it. The tears started flowing and it seemed like nothing would stop them. Max laid a kiss on the top of my head, heâs always been another brother to me. He gave me an extra squeeze before placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me away slightly.Â
âJust let me know where that plane ticket gets you, OK?â
âAlways.âÂ
With that, I turned away from one of my two best friends, with the other several floors away, and began to walk. I didnât even have my suitcase. I guess Iâd have to text Max about that one because I couldnât turn back now.Â
It was just after midnight by the time I arrived at the airport â I had thankfully found an empty taxi despite the late hour.Â
As I approached the counter in the airport, the employee gave me a quick glance before her eyes returned to the screen in front of her.
âMay I help you?â
âIâd like to buy a ticket.â
âTo where?âÂ
I froze, I still hadnât thought this far. I could go home, but that would be the first place Lando looked. For as much as I wanted him to chase after me, I still didnât want to be easy to find.Â
On a whim, one place came to mind.Â
âNew York. New York City.âÂ
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The more I think about it the more I feel shortening the Pro heroes side to the heroes is misleading and disingenuous. Even if it is more intuitive
As myself and many of my mutuals have pointed out, the pros are incredibly hypocritical, corrupt and just plain bad/failing at being heroes. But they are great at the PRO part. The vast majority of them (including the students) feel like they only care about the pro part in practice
The most blatant examples are Endeavor and Bakugou, but they are far from the only ones
If Endeavor was focused on being a hero and not a pro he wouldn't have only cared about getting the number one spot, his focus would actually be on being the best hero he can be. Instead, we have the whole Todofamily shitshow of him buying his wife like livestock, making her pop out kids until he had his perfect quirk baby, neglecting his non-instant perfect quirk kids, and abusing all of them when he isn't neglecting them. He wouldn't be so eager to kill both villains and vigilantes (seen in the Vigilantes series, the nomu attack, and the high-end nomu fight) as well as being more mindful of how much property damage he causes. (I already have so many posts on this bastard, so I'll end this here)
Bakugou's goal in the whole series is to be the number one hero, not a good hero. As I have said with Endeavor many times before, it's not his behaviour that has truly changed, it's people's reactions to them (and it was already shit). He genuinely tried to kill Midoriya for getting into UA in the battle trials, and instead of being rightfully expelled, Midoriya after school, so not in the heat of the moment, tells him part of the One for All secret. He calls the Bakusquad, his supposed friends, demeaning names, same as everyone else. Everyone focuses on how he tells Midoriya to kill himself in the first episode, but later that same day he tells his 'friends' off for suggesting they go to a bar because if he gets caught he can't get into UA. So he had no problem telling someone to kill himself when there wasn't an obvious risk of it affecting him, but a bar where he could get caught suddenly cares. His first proposal for a hero name, and his full official hero name both contain the word Murder. He is violent, at best shouting, every time even the slightest thing doesn't go his way. Aizawa himself states (a guy who constantly praises him) says that the reason he won't join the villains is because he sees the heroes as the winners (chapter 86, and he reaffirms the goal of top hero for me as well)
We see Best Jeanist call outing Endeavor's abuse as airing dirty laundry, Hawks murdering Twice & calling for Toga Himiko's death as well, Gran Torino telling All Might & Deku to get rid of Shigaraki, Burnin outright saying she doesn't care if her boss is an abuser, cause he's good at his JOB. None of the pros who learn Lady Nagant was an assassin for the commission, care. Deku doesn't care when he sees two armed men attacking a woman for being visibly different, and that she had been denied entry from multiple shelters for that same reason, because oh, UA is an exception, so everything's ok, doesn't even help her get to the school, nor does All Might. Both Deku and Tentacole's arguments against villains are basically 'I suffered silently, and now I'm in the #1 Hero school! I'm going to inspire everyone to be nicer, just by being a (generic) hero (who will never rock the boat). So if you can't do that you're worse than your abusers and deserve it!'
I think Uraraka is the only one who is focusing at all at being a good hero, and not a pro, and she doesn't know how to fix any of this.
What the PRO heroes are is a combination of cops and influencers, who have all the corruption and toxicity of both
#bnha#bnha critical#mha#bnha meta#mha critical#anti endeavor#mha meta#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#anti enji todoroki#anti bakugo katsuki#anti bakugou katsuki#anti bakugou#anti deku
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Chills Right to the Marrow Part 42
ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 39, part 40, part 41
âAnd I know he doesnât mean any of it,â Wayne explains, taking a long drag of his cigarette. âIâm just tired of it.â
Hopper scoffs. âYeah, I know what you mean.â
Wayne needed to get out of the house. Do something other than go to work. Go somewhere where he can just calm down from it all. Not have to get in the middle of a fight or have one.
Eddie doesnât fight with Wayne as much as he does with Steve, but itâs there. Wayneâs just used to it. Knows how to bite back enough to get Eddie to stop. Has the history where Eddie knows where to draw the line. Where to stop.
But Steve just lets him yell. Lets him scream and insult and hurt. Does it right back, not giving a shit what happens afterward. Itâs giving Eddie exactly what he wants.
âI know why he does it. Heâs angry and in pain, so he takes it out on us. I just wish he would stop. Itâs not helping anything.â
âHey, dad,â Jimâs kid pops her head out of the doorway. âCan I go over to Maxâs?â
âYeah, see if Jonathan can take you.â
Jimâs kid, who Wayne knows by at least three different names and canât for the life of him figure out which one is the real one, shakes her head. âHe already said that he is busy.â
Jim rolls his eyes. âCourse he is. Give me like twenty minutes and Iâll drive you over.â
âOk.â She lets the door swing back shut.
âJonathan Joyceâs son?â Wayne asks. Willing to take a moment off from dealing with his own stuff.
Jim nods. âHer oldest. He hasnât been busy since Wheeler broke up with him. Probably just getting high in his room.â
Wayne scoffs. âYou let him do that?â
âHeâs an adult, he can make his own decisions. As long as I donât catch him while on the clock, I wonât do anything. Iâm more worried about him.â
Wayne doesnât know much about Jimâs personal life. Other than before he met Joyce, back when his kid was in the hospital. He knows that him and Joyce have been together for a few months now, and that they merged families. But he doesnât know about his relationship with Joyceâs kids. Jim doesnât talk about them a lot.
Heâs pretty reserved, Wayne realized. Which isnât a problem, Wayne can be reserved most of the time as well. But it was nice to have someone to relate to. Someone his age, who can understand his viewpoint more. Theyâre on the same understanding level.
Wayneâs never been the type of person to make and keep a friend. There were the people he grew up with in high school. People he worked with. His neighbors. But beyond basic friendliness, there really wasnât a bond. It was different with Jim. Their understandings turning into camaraderie. Maybe turning into friendship.
Itâs almost stupid to think of it that way. Two men in their fifties becoming friends. For some reason, it doesnât sound right. But Wayne has liked being able to lean on someone during this. Someone that isnât the twenty year old that he lives with.
He sees the kids all rally around each other. They way that they are there for each other. Adapting with their new lives and moving forward, together. Able to cope with the changes of their lives as a group, rather than the individual.
It would be nice to have something like that.
âWhat do you mean?â Wayne offers, hoping Jim will open up.
Jim exhales a line of smoke. âHe doesnât have many friends. Only this one kid that he met out in California. But no one here. Other than Wheeler, he just had his family. I just wish he had someone to talk to about all of this. But he just shuts himself in his room and gets high. And donât even get me started when I try to ask, he just snaps and pushes me out.â
âI have some experience with that.â He flicks his cigarette. âHonestly, it just takes time. If you keep showing up for them, they eventually start to open up to you.â
âI guess.â Jim stubs out his cigarette.
âMr. Munson,â Jimâs kid calls out the door again. âThereâs someone one the phone for you.â
Wayne tosses his bud into the ash tray, nodding. He heads inside, following the kid to the phone. âHello.â
âHey, itâs Steve. Sorry I didnât mean to interrupt.â
âNo, thatâs ok. Whatâs happening?â
Steve sighs. âEddie hasnât come out of his room all day. Heâs locked the door and I canât get him to come out. I thought maybe he might for you.â
Wayne rubs a hand down his face. âIâm heading back. Thanks for letting me know.â
âOk. See you soon.â
He hangs the phone back on the receiver. Double checking that he has everything.
âThat was Steve, wasnât it?â A voice Wayne doesnât recognize comes from behind him.
When he turns, he sees what he is assuming is Jonathan. Wearing clothes that look like theyâve been slept in. âIt was.â
Jonathan scoffs. âSo he calls our house now, great.â
âJonathan,â Jim tries to scold. His voice rounding around the edges, trying not to be too harsh.
âNo, Iâm sick of this. Itâs always Steve this and Steve that. I donât get why heâs so great now. After all that he did. After that shit he pulled over spring break with Nancy. I donât get whatâs so great about the guy that heâs suddenly revered.â
âOh my god, not again,â another voice comes from the living room. âYou need to give it a rest, Jonathan.â
Wayne makes his way toward the door, feeling very out of place right now.
âWill, you donât know what he said.â
âBut I know what heâs done since then. You havenât heard the things heâs done to protect the rest of us. Youâre so blinded by the shit that happened three years ago to think that he could have changed.â
He hears a door slam as he makes his way to the porch. Letting out a long breath when he makes his way to his car.
âSorry about that,â Jim apologizes.
âDo you know what that was about?â
He wants to know. Surprisingly. Heâs living in Steveâs house. Trusting him with Eddie. If there was something that happened, especially whatever it was with Nancy. Considering that she and Steve seem to be really close now. With all that flirting heâs been doing with Eddie.
He needs to know that whatever Steveâs intentions are, theyâre not going to screw Eddie over.
âNot really. I think itâs just an old grudge that heâs let fester.â
Wayne shakes his head. âThanks for the smoke. I hope things get better for you.â
âSame goes for you. See you around.â
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BEAR CLAWS
Zuko bcz weâre actually married đ»đ»
Also I love this song itâs by The academic and itâs so good
I will show him the worst parts of myself; my aggressions and bear claws I have worked so hard to build. I will be ugly in front of him; I will be mean and rude because how could I fall for someone as callous as he. Someone who wouldâve burned and killed to find some 12 year old boy.
I donât understand how Aang and Sokka found it so easy to forgive, maybe I can forgive but I could never forget. How could I forget when he had me against a tree, âtell me why I shouldnât kill youâ he spoke
âBecause youâre too weak to do itâ I retorted; too brave for my own skin. He was cocky but I was bold. A fuel to his flame; but as much as I was confident I was still this scared little girl. Terrified of the unknown.
Iâve changed, grown into my own skin. Cut my hair short but Iâve never forgotten. I shut down when he arrives, I quiet and still. As many times as heâs sat next to me I stay still, hands in my lap unmoving and quiet. Fighting the fire that claws at my stomach and the butterflies that thrash.
Itâs not until late night when he asks, âwhy do you still hate me! How are we supposed to take down Firelord Ozai if we canât get alongâ he questions me. His hands are clenched at his sides yet he doesnât look angry. More sad than anything.
âWe can get along. This.â I stomp my foot and gesture to the tents, âthis is me getting along with you Zukoâ I snap. I want to stall closer to him; jab him in the chest and scream at him, tell him how I really feel. How I hate being ugly and mean to him, âdo you really want to know why I hate you?â
âYesâ he whispers, thereâs no reasoning why he wants my explanation. He just wants it.
âBecause after everything youâve put me through, I still like you. And I like you more than I want tooâ I explain, âIâve never liked someone as much as I like you Zuko. And it terrifies me. Everything about loving you scares meâ I whisper shout; tears boiling in my eyes, tears begging to be let go. I take a breath again trying to shove my feelings deep into my gut but they wonât move. From the lump in my throat to the fire burning in my stomach, âI thought I was ok with the unknown; but Iâm not. Iâm not ok because the thought of not knowingâ not being with you terrifies me more than anything ever couldâ when I finally finish he just stares at me. Blinking as he rubs his hands together, âthere.â I exhale, âthat is why Iâve shut you out. Because I feel so much for you I donât ever want to not feel this way againâ
âI have lost everyone Iâve ever lovedâ he says; his voice so slow and quiet I can barely hear it against the wind, âand I am terrified of losing you. But youâ he sighs against the wind and throws his head back in a show of frustration before he walks up to me. No matter how many claws and walls I throw at him; they come down just as easily, âyouâ he says my name so sweetly and the way it rolls off his tongue makes me weak in the knees, âare irresistibleâ
Weâre inches apart before the gap closes, he kisses me with a passion no one has ever touched me with. His hand cupping my cheek and the other one on the small of my back deepening the kiss. My hands glide into his hair and the fire in my stomach ignites. Shoving itself into my heart where Iâm scared it might never die. Maybe Iâll be ok with lowered walls; maybe Iâll retract my bear claws.
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So⊠can we all agree that last episode of Agatha All Along didnât happen? (Literally)
Long rant incoming⊠(ep5 spoilers)
I am on insane amount of copium and my delusional state is saying last episode happened in Agathaâs head.
1. The goddamn screen
I already saw someone talk about it, if I can find the post Iâll tag it below. But the screen always goes full screen mode on the trials. Except for this episode, whyâs that?? (P.S. because it wasnât a trial, or at least⊠wasnât a real one.)
I FOUND THE POST ALL CREDITS FOR THIS ONE GOES TO
2. Salem Seven being right there and right then, and⊠releasing bugs instead of killing her??
What that was supposed to accomplish? Because it wasnât to kill her. It was to torture her.
I remember similar episode in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, where Satan released bugs outta his mouth (very original), the bugs would crawl into peopleâs hair and make them see and hear things, do things they normally wouldnât do.
In CAOS, Agatha (ironically, another witch) found a bug in her hair, which made her say things she never would. Zelda (directrix of the coven) had the same bug in her hair which made her see things, slap a student.
Agatha (in here I mean) shakes out the last bug out of her hair. Either they were all affected or weâre seeing Agathaâs delusions, because she did fly through it first.
Not to mention that the house seemed far away, and the second they fly through those bugs, the house is like⊠right there.
3. Trial is supposed to be made for a witch and their elemental mastery/knowledge.
First trial was made for Jen, in her aesthetics and to test her abilities. Second trial was for Alice, made in her motherâs aesthetics and for her powers.
And then we have Agathaâs trial and⊠what? In what universe did that make sense? 90âs themed? If anything her trial would be the one from Salem.
4. Nobodyâs acting normal. But when do they ever.
Everyone immediately turns against Agatha without even considering other options. Which feels less like something theyâd do and more like what Agatha thinks they would if given opportunity.
Argument could be made that Teen controlled them to do that but I for once donât believe that. (Eyes didnât glow blue like at the end.)
Lilia didnât blurt out âtry to save Agathaâ for no reason in episode 2.
5. The road never changes. Itâs the only constant in their journey.
And yet somehow⊠after this trial itâs⊠green? Time doesnât change, sky doesnât change, road doesnât change. Ever.
6. Teen is Billy Kaplan confirmed. Or is it?
If this is just a manipulation of reality of some sort, it could be just Agathaâs worst fears confirmed.
Her mother saying she was born evil, her only kind of friends immediately turning on her, her son is somehow connected to that. Her genuinely not being able to control her powers after being so long without them and accidentally killing another witch, no one believing her⊠teen being Wandaâs kid, and turning out evil.
She sniffed him out as Billy long ago, she said so last episode âyou donât need to know a personâs name to know who they areâ. She never thought thatâs her son. She thinks itâs Billy. She thinks she knows.
The sigil on his mouth says W when he says his name, his fingers were black in first episode (only someone whoâs touched the darkhold has it), he managed to break through Wandaâs hex that only someone with darkholdâs power could do⊠so much pointing at him being BillyâŠ
Iâm gonna leave with the fact that the devil is a known trickster and if you flip the W upside downâŠ
7. Everyone dies, what a jolly ending! We still have 4 episodes left.
Even if Teen is Wandaâs kid and he sought out to kill Agatha⊠he couldâve done that already? She was powerless, he couldâve done the whole âseek my vengeanceâ part already.
That whole âok the gigâs over you must die nowâ made no sense. How is he gonna finish all of the trials alone? Thereâs no other way out. And he for a fact knows theyâll need everyone to complete it.
And what even on earth does he have to avenge?? Wanda took the darkhold herself, she left Agatha powerless and imprisoned, Agatha lost! Sheâs the cringe fail loser! thereâs nothing to avenge, young Jedi.
8. Where the fuck is Rio
No, seriously. Sheâs just somehow not there at the end. Howâs that even possible. If she was working with Teen then sheâd be there gloating or some shit.
Closing arguments are⊠none. I can already see myself making a YouTubers apology about this post and how utterly wrong I was a week from now. But for now let me just⊠*deep inhale*
I havenât been this obsessed with a tv show since OFMD, god bless
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