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skayafair · 7 months ago

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Part 41

I finally got to listen to it!

Arthur has a lot of spite left in him sounding so pissed off screaming out Kayne's name, huh

And yet, knowing how he's not shy of swearing, all he can call John is a helpless "villain". Aw.

Oh, YOU GO JOHN! I support all your rights but more importantly your wrongs. I have no idea why John acting on his worst gives me such a kick every time but I properly enjoy and wholeheartedly support it ^_^

Also I liked the echo on "I'm trapped!". Reminded me of previous intances of him eldritching out. Morrrre~

Oh, I like the turn it's taking. John's lack of freedom, of agency is getting broadened in its scale, John doesn't compare it to a human's (who he wanted to be) one - but to a god's (who he was). Seems like the DW rattled quite a few memories and John had to stop running away from his past (I mean considering the supposed atrocities he had to commit there he was basically forced into his old self so it was kind of inevitable). Who you were isn't who you are and doesn't have to be your future self either but it's still in there, it still matters and has its fair share of influence. He had to face this and I'm glad that he seemed to do it.

I don't want to imagine what it should feel like to be in John's metaphorical shoes though. He used to be a god - and then lost all the agency completely and kept failing to regain it, time after time. First he ended up in the DW despite his intentions with no chance to escape on his own accord, then was yeeted into Arthur and failed to take all control, then he had a chance during the ritual but that chance flew out the window, too. In the end of that path he had to lose even the little amount of freedom he had, giving himself back to the King. Frankly I think returning to the King could actually be a chance to take over - John managed to rival him in his will, after all, so who knows - maybe he could win, too. However, Kayne yanked him out and back into the DW, making him basically a slave yet again. Returning to Arthur should have felt heaveny at the very beginning, there even were moments of his own actions and achievements, like with cutting the tendrils. And yet this is still far from being free, being his own, even with the deal out of the picture. It should feel like a torture to have a living, independent mind and be unable to act on its will. No wonder he's a bit drunk on the opportunity to finally have some range of options.

Also now his attempt to kill Oscar that seemed very contradicting to his latter values and behaviour looks actually natural. Just out of the DW, with a reviewed perspective and confused about in what direction to head next, old instincts refreshed and most likely habitual again (if it was even possible - I mean what form did he have in the DW to even be able to do anything?) - no wonder in the moment of intense emotional turmoil he fell back to those old ways without much thinking. Still very bad but at least explainable now. Also it looks like John isn't sure he wants to be human now. Hmmm, I like this direction, too. The experience will stay anyway, he'll have the understanding, and that's important.

"I don’t know. But stop turning that frustration towards me." Wow, Arthur, A+ for the ability to articulate what exactly you want and are discontent with! Communication, yaaay!

I like how they arrived from defensive opposing positions to shedding the defences off and coming to an understanding, still managing to vent the emotions off in the process. Hey I want this level of the skill!

"Why wait? - Nothing. I thought I… it’s nothing. - You’re sure? - Yes." Uuuuugrh. High time to learn that's a bad way of addressing the suspicions, boys *sigh*

"How did it… feel? - It felt… powerful. - Hm." This whole conversaton of theirs, especially coupled with the overall situation, really reminds me of the very beginning of season two. Fresh of the portal in an unknown surroundings, under the rain, talking about John's bad choices and things Arthur postpones to talk about ("The deal with Kayne… - In a moment."), only the last time John didn't let him. I guess now he feels too rattled himself.

The owl. Ow. I'll get to my eldritch owls AU, I promise! (Also, Alexander?! In what way is it comfortable?.. It means "the defender", so well maybe, but still - ehhh?..)

"This world could be very different than what we expect." - ooohhh, will they meet dragons?! *__* Hardy, I know, but the possibility is still thrilling.

*John describes the surroundings* I've been to just one DnD session but the shift in the perspective cannot be undone. Is that how you guys have been seeing the whole setting all along???

"Look, we can’t afford to be at odds here, John. Not anymore." Oh. I like the place they are at dynamic-wise. By now they've long established they want to be friends - trying to be as best as they can. No one has an upper hand, unlike in previous seasons. Season 1 os obvious, season 2 - John still knew more about the world they found themselves in than Arthur and hid some things, the relationship was still very rocky. In s3 Arthur had an upper hand at the very least emotionally-wise. Season 4 - John's turn again. Now thought they've come to some pretty good communication and know each other well enough, there's trust (despite everyting), and both are about equally in the dark. There's the "John's crimes in the DW" bit still looming over them but both are aware of it, which helps to some degree.

Meaning - more or less (John still has little agency, although it's a bit better now) equal partnership. YAY. I'm excited.

"It is time to grow up, in every sense of the word." Ahhh. There it is. I have to say it's been bugging me the whole time but I couldn't enunciate what exactly and with what grounds. The thing is, I distaste the way a person lacking in one field is being constantly compared to a child overall. This infantilization happens not only in Malevolent. It's often brought into other stories - the most recent one I came across was Resident Alien TV series. Often enough the said field is the emotional and the social one. You know who else is often infantillized the same way with similar issues? Neurodivergent people - I think autistic ones more frequently but I didn't look into the statistics (if they exist), that's just what I've heard of the most. I know I've been referred to in a patronizing way both by some friends and relatives just because I don't get things obvious to them but unseen to me (and half of those things makes no fucking sense even when you learn about them). John is far from being a child, his lack of knowledge and understanding, of experience lays in very concrete fields.

So the constant comparison to a "parent-child" dynamic is irritating to me when it's simply a "more experienced in one or two ways person & a less experienced in said ways person". Yes those fields are very important. Still, there are things John knows of and Arthur doesn't, but I don't recall anyone comparing our dear detective to a child back in Dreamlands, for instance. John knew how dangerous it was out there and was more coutious, had some memories and knowledge about some things existing there and got frustrated with Arthur's attempts to befriend everything around more than once. From this point of view, Arthur behaved "childishly" and lacked crucial experience John sort of had (even though it was mostly forgotten), while social skills and emotional intelligence meant next to nothing (save for once instance).

So can we please cut this tendency of sustainably comparing adults to children because they aren't as well-versed in one or two fields as others.

"There was so much I couldn’t explain, because you weren’t able to know where I had come from. But now… with you knowing, perhaps…" Oh shit THEY CAN FINALLY TALK EVERYTHING OUT clearly yaaaaay! I forgot! Looking forward to this.

Also John's very quiet for the most of the episode, as if he's afraid to say another word, like moving across a mine field. Very uncertain in any way, like he doesn't trust himself.

Aaaaand Arthur confirms his title of a disney princess trying to befriend every creature he meets once again! Thanks for addressing this in canon! =D

I like how the podcast is consistent with the fact that John has sense of smell but it's not as developed as Arthur's.

Damn it's so wierd to hear John at loss of words, and so often, too.

"You really started to master your investigative ways, you know?" I like how John sounds so lost for the majotiry of the episode, but once there's an opportunity to fall into a familiar process of the investigation, his tone immediately changes to a lighter, more confident one. There's comfort in it. And Arthur noticed this and paused to give a friendly praise. It's important after all the forgetfulness in New York, and judging by John's reaction he appreciated this, too. It's something to hold on to, like "I still have it, we've got this, it can still be okay".

Wow Arthur's filling the bingo card starting right from the very 1st episode! Falling yet another ladder are we :D Now there's rather a bad injury, too, and they didn't even meet any monsters yet :DDD Arhtur has certainly stepped up his game!

"No… no, nothing. - Is it the wall?" Arthur is really acing the whole friendship thing the whole episode. He took notice of how unsure John is of everything now and made this extra effort to help, to support.

Yay the glass is back in the game! I llike that they decided to revise the bag contents.

"Kayne’s dagger. - Frustratingly useful." Yay the humor this apisode is certainly humoring! =D

Three black candles, in the 13th century, right. That screams "ritual", guuuuys where is your cautiousness!

I like how this episode took its time and didn't skip over some "mechanics" like the podcast usually does. There are more directions from John (THANKS), more pondering over what to do and which way (the torch, the dagger and tracing the way along the wall), the sense of smell, the way the cloak kept the water from soaking through - these little details are what does the trick to me. What gives more quality to the story and the way it's told.

The membrain, ew. Arthur's been holding exceprionally well, honeslty.

Ah, I finally found the word to how John sounds for the most of the episode. Defeated, even in situations when he would have had other emotions before. "The Undefeated" title considered, this is extra sad.

A recurring thing of the episode is that they find themselves in the darkness and John can't see. I think it adds considerably to his feeling of being powerless. It often sounds like he's giving up.

"No. But we’re close to the surface!" And someone said he's going to be properly done with all the pits like two seasons ago :< (I don't really remember when it was exactly so maybe less but the notion still stands.)

So. The hole in the wall was a mouth with teeth, wasn't it?

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observeowl · 1 year ago

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Her Assistant | Chapter 5 - Feelings

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Your POV After Miss Romanoff rushed me out of the house for absolutely no reason, I called my friend to see if she was free to hang out. She works as a freelance photographer so her schedule can be a bit hard to guess. This wasn't the first time I got hurt after a mission, I don't understand why she was so adamant on me resting.

Turns out she was free so I went to her house to fetch her before driving us to the bar we frequent since young.

"How's working for Natasha Romanoff?" She said as she got into the car.

"Wow. No hi or anything? Geez, get out." I said jokingly, playfully shoving her out of my car. She doesn't know what it was like serving Miss Romanoff, she thinks that I am serving a normal wealthy family that does normal duties in the house. You know, the normal cleaning and helping the family. I do that, just adding the extras.

"Fine. Hi, nice to finally see you, my friend." Victoria said while rolling her eyes as she buckled her seatbelt. We reached The Eden pretty quickly and got seated at the bar.

"My life is boring. Tell me about yours. I've seen your photos, you've been overseas?" I asked her once we had a couple of drinks. Victoria nodded but didn't say anything else. "It didn't go so well?" I asked her wearily. I knew about her passion for photography, she has been taking photos at every opportunity.

"It's just not easy being freelance when you haven't made your mark. It's almost like you're paying people to get work." She shrugged her shoulders.

"I know you'll make it someday. You just need that one shot. By then you have to remember I'm your first ever supporter." I cheers her drink before downing the remainder of the drink and ordered us a refill.

Once you get drunk, even the coaster is a sore eye. I flicked it aside and set my glass on the oak table. "I've been avoiding this topic for a while..." Victoria began. "But really, how is it working for Miss Romanoff?"

"I've been working with her for a few years, she's been through a lot since what happened to her family. She hired me after the incident, I never asked what happened but I know it's not something good. But she's really strong, she managed to build her own company from the ground up." I said what I could, avoiding all the side stuff Miss Romanoff does and obviously the contract. I may be drunk but I still have enough consciousness to know what I can say.

"Is... her family still alive?" She rested her head on her fist and asked.

"I'm not sure. I've never heard her say anything about it. But I know she gets nightmares once in a while." The house and mansion is big but I never fail to hear her screams when it gets bad. I tend to just wait outside to make sure that nothing goes wrong. She wants to maintain a strong front and not be seen as vulnerable and I'm pretty sure she doesn't want anyone to know and talk about it so I've told Bucky to keep quiet as well.

Victoria gave me a knowing smile and I scrunch my eyebrows at her.

"I've never once seen you describe a person without saying a single negative thing about them."

I watched as the ice melted in my glass. It's true, there was always something to hate about the person I've met - like their punctuality, not that that stops me from being friends with them but their negative point was still there. I just have to live with them as long as our waves match. Even Victoria has them.

People can never be perfect, but Miss Romanoff seemed so. She may be rough at times, but I like it sometimes. Here I am trying to figure out what to pinpoint about her cons but I couldn't come up with anything. I- I like everything about her.

"Hey hey, what got you smiling like that?" Victoria tapped the table and pulled me back to reality.

"Nothing. We should get going. Miss Romanoff said I needed to be back at night. I'll drop you off." I said as I paid the bartender for our night of drinks. "Once you're famous, this kind of treat would be yours to pay."

"If I ever get famous. Are you sure you're okay to drive back?" She checked on me.

"I'm sure, let's go. Since when have you seen me dead drunk?"

She put on her thinking face and answered. "Never."

"Precisely. Let's go." I drove out of the parking lot once she was ready. I could smell my alcohol breath so I searched for my mint and offered it to Victoria at my side while still looking at the road. She took one before placing it back.

"Get back safe." She said after I dropped off.

"I will. See you soon." I waved at her before driving back to the house. It was nice to catch up with an old friend that I haven't seen for a long time. To be honest, ever since working for Miss Romanoff, I haven't been given the time off since we were usually engaged in missions and were sometimes overseas as well. And I've lost some contact with my friends, not sure what they were doing.

But I let my mind wander about what Victoria said regarding Miss Romanoff. Why am I feeling this now? She is my master, I'm not supposed to be feeling this way. This was not how they taught me. Her face flashed in front of me and set butterflies in my stomach. What is this feeling? I just can't seem to describe it. I think I need help.

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How did I get back to the house? I don't remember anything after dropping Victoria off. I don't even remember parking my car in the garage. Just how much did I drink yesterday?

I woke up with a pounding headache when the alarm rang and turned it off immediately. As the head assistant, my day starts earlier than the rest. And I got to work while trying to shake off the pain that even seems to make my hand shake.

"Are you okay?" Bucky's voice came out of nowhere and scared me, causing me to spill the hot coffee over my hand. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." He came and guided my hand under the running cold water. I clenched my jaw trying to control the pain and stop myself from whimpering in pain.

"What has gotten to you these few days? You never get hurt so often." He said as he applied cooling gel on my hand and wrapped it. He was always very well versed in first aid.

"Just the alcohol from yesterday night. Thanks." I patted his shoulders and assured him that nothing was wrong. "Help me set the breakfast on the table for Miss Romanoff." I nodded towards the food that was already plated.

Natasha POVAfter I told Y/N to leave, I didn't see her until it was almost midnight. I was still in my office getting ready for the release of a new product when I heard the garage door open so I went to check things out. Y/N came back stumbling into the house, unable to walk in a straight line. A huge part of me wanted to help her seeing how she was still injured from the mission earlier but I didn't think she'd want my help so I stayed behind the corner and made sure she got back to her room safely.

I stood outside her door trying to guess what she was doing but there was no sound until I heard light snores coming from her room. Content that at least she was safe, I retreated back into my room and went to sleep as well.

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"Miss Romanoff." I could hear Y/N's voice. I groaned and faced the inside of the bed, not wanting to wake up yet. "Miss Romanoff, your coffee is ready." She said once again, and I finally got up. I mean, she asked so nicely, how can I get mad at her?

I noticed the white gauze on her hand as she handed me my coffee which I did not see when she came back yesterday. "What happened to your hand?"

"Just a burn, nothing much."

"You need to be more careful. You're supposed to be the best." I said. "What's the schedule for today?" I asked as I took a whiff of my coffee before sipping it, letting the aroma linger among my senses for a while longer.

"Tony is coming over today and the warehouse requested for your visit today." She informed me.

"Ahh yes... they have been bugging me to visit. I guess I'll go today." I gave her back the cup and she passed me my outfit for the day.

Breakfast was already on the table at my seat and I began eating when Tony barged in again. What's with him and his entrances especially during breakfast?

"Yes! I managed to catch you while you were still having your breakfast!" He cheered as he sat on the table opposite me. Are you sure this guy is a grownup? Doesn't he have any other better things to do other than to disturb me?

Bucky placed another set of breakfast in front of him and he started munching on his share. "I came to deliver what you asked."

Your POVDeliver what Miss Romanoff asked? What could it be that she didn't ask me to do it? Requests usually go through me and I try to source it to the best of my abilities.

A muscular guy came into view and I furrowed my eyebrow lightly. His tall structure and muscles are almost ripping out of his shirt. His blonde hair and blue eyes seemed so cold.

"Right... he will be your assistant for a week, Y/L/N." Miss Romanoff said while still eating her breakfast. So now I have an assistant...

"Steve Rogers." He held his hand towards me and I shook it as a kind gesture while nodding. "Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you."

"He's working with me and I'm lending him to Natasha for a week." Mr Stark said and he finished his breakfast, faster than Miss Romanoff. "He's pretty good at fighting."

"But... I don't see the need..." Given his recent track record of people working for him and actually being dangerous, I don't see how this is a good idea to use people that Mr Stark has hired. I am enough to protect Miss Romanoff, more people just add to the hassle and complexity.

"He's mainly here as my bodyguard. Your job remains the same."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." I cleared her table and brought them to the kitchen. Was I not doing enough, is she going to replace me? But we have the contract. Where did I fail? Was it because I got hurt in the last mission and she thinks I'm not competent enough?

I got the car ready to leave for the warehouse and saw that Mr Rogers was following her. Not once in my one year of service I had the privilege of standing so close to her. We attended events together but I stood so far apart that I wouldn't even be included in pictures.

I opened the car door for Miss Romanoff and Rogers got into the back row with her. My knuckles were turning white from my tight grip I have on my steering wheel. Why is this affecting me so much? I am hired to follow orders, stop thinking so much. I pressed on the gas and we took off.

Once we reached the warehouse, there were already people there to greet Miss Romanoff. She followed Mr Simson, the head of the warehouse who was showing her the new products that were due to be out on the streets in a week.

"Here's a sample." He took a piece of chocolate and presented it to Miss Romanoff. She swirled it in her mouth, tasting it before giving an emotionless 'hmm' and moving onto the next section. I could see that the employees were flustered as they looked towards me for help since they didn't understand what kind of signal she was giving.

I gave them an okay sign and they hurried off passing the message that the product was in the clear. The production line started moving again and things were getting packed.

I looked at Rogers and he was eyeing Miss Romanoff like a piece of meat. Shouldn't he be looking out for dangers? Stop looking at Miss Romanoff!

Just seeing him sets off my anger, I am so irritated but I can't seem to calm down. I want to punch something, someone, more specifically him but I have to keep my image. I want to scream to let the world know I'm angry but I just take a couple of deep breaths while clenching my fist.

"Y/L/N! Aren't you coming?" Miss Romanoff shouted and I took a couple quick steps to catch up to the group.

Just a week, I told myself. He's here for just a week. You have better patience than this.

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Once we were done with the inspection of goods about the new product line, Miss Romanoff decided she wanted to have lunch outside so we went to the Italian restaurant we always frequent. There was a private seating area inside which was always reserved for us.

I was about to step inside when Rogers caught my arm and my attention was directed to him. "Where do you think you're going?"

I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"Why are you going in?"

I chuckled at him and stepped backwards to stand right in front of him. I dusted the invisible dust on his shoulders and straightened his collar for him. "You may look tougher than me, but I worked here longer than you. So stop questioning me."

"Y/L/N, why are you so slow?" Miss Romanoff called from inside the room. I smirked at Rogers before heading into the room.

We were choosing our food when a waitress came in holding a cup of coffee and I instantly knew it was Rogers doing. Even though it was placed in front of Miss Romanoff, I took the cup and drank it instead. "Sorry about that."

We gave our orders to the waitress before she left and it was back to silence. She was busy with her phone and I sat there looking around... or at her. It was a weird quirk of Miss Romanoff, she never liked to eat alone so I had the luxury of eating at the same time as her. I'm guessing she hated the feeling of being left alone, one of the reasons why she never liked staying in her mansion. This was a plus compared to my other master, my meals were never on time.

Our food came and we proceeded to eat until I thought of Rogers again. "What about Mr Rogers?" I quietly asked as we were eating.

"You can go and order anything with him when you go get my coffee." She simply stated as she glanced up at me.

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." I got up from my seat and Rogers was still standing outside, I nodded for him to follow me and told him to order anything he would like to eat. Using my card, I paid for the food and collected Miss Romanoff's ice coffee that we pre-ordered.

"Miss Romanoff drinks specific coffee at different places."

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The launch went exceptionally well and the profit was rolling in. The front page of the papers were showing the new products and the logo of the company can be seen. Once again, Miss Romanoff gave me another day off and went to work with Rogers. I don't understand why she was giving me so many days off all of a sudden. It made me very out of place and I had nowhere to go since the rest of my friends were working.

I walked where my feet took me and I ended up in front of a busy shop. People were crowding the entrance and there was even a queue to enter. I looked up slowly and it was the Romanoff Corporation. Kids were begging and dragging their parents into the shop, wanting them to buy the latest edition of toys and such. It was very chaotic with lots of screaming and yelling and the parents trying to remain strong and not give into their puppy eyes.

From the window, I noticed that Miss Romanoff was there as well. Out of every shop, my feet chose to walk to the one she's in. She liked going down personally to check on things and experience from the consumer's point of view, which was what made her company so successful as well. Due to the crowd of the store, Rogers' hand was on her waist, standing next to her.

I was boiling with anger and slammed my fist on the brick wall before heading back to the apartment. I found Bucky working out in the gym and I went to join him in the boxing ring after wrapping my hands.

I poured my anger into my punches and pushed Bucky to the edge of the ring. "Woah woah. Okay, stop!" I dropped my hands to my side and panted. "What has gotten into you? Has your wound healed?"

"I- I don't know." I stepped out of the ring and wiped my sweat.

"Ever since Rogers got here, you've been a lot angrier." Bucky noted as he took off his gloves and checked on my wound. "I've never seen you lose your cool." He lets my shirt down when he sees it's not bleeding through the bandage.

"Just drop it okay. I'm going back to my room."

Bucky POVI sighed as Y/N went back to her room. This week was not going to be peaceful at all. Rogers was daring and often overstepping his boundaries as a bodyguard while Y/N was staring daggers at him.

The tension was thick when both of them were in the same room. Rogers wished to serve Miss Romanoff better but Y/N would prove that he was not needed and he was making things a lot more complicated. Even though I have been here for slightly more than six months, I have yet to learn all of Miss Romanoff's habits.

"Just you wait, at the end of this week, I'm going to replace you." I heard Rogers say to Y/N one day in the kitchen.

"I'd really like to see you try." She shoved him aside before bringing the dinner out. I cleared my throat before entering and carried the rest of the plates out.

"Brother, a piece of advice. Don't mess with women." I stopped at his side before reaching the dining area.

"The two of you are dismissed." Miss Romanoff said and we walked out, leaving Y/N and her alone.

Natasha POVI could tell that Y/N has a lot on her mind and I told the guys to leave. We haven't had a mission for a while so I was curious as to what was clouding her mind. "You know, you can always tell me what's going on. I may be able to help. You don't always have to think of me as your boss."

She looked at me and gave me a kind smile. "I just don't understand why Rogers is here. Is he doing something that I can't be doing?"

I didn't think I was making her feel that way when I requested an extra assistant from Tony. I just wanted her to heal in peace since it was my fault she got hurt. But seeing Rogers here seemed to make her uncomfortable.

"I just wanted to see what having two assistants is like." Well, it's almost the end of the week. Just two more days and Rogers will be returned to Tony. But I guess I should let Y/N return to her normal work so she's more comfortable. Rogers... well, he can just stand somewhere.

We finished the rest of dinner in silence until Y/N cleared the plate.

"You can resume your work as per normal tomorrow." I told her before leaving the dining area.

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lovelycreativetragedies · 1 year ago

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KAI FIC // about his fan girls and shit. sibling angst wow wow

( based off of the song " the main character " by will wood. )

lego niniago fic, requested by no one( this is a re upload from my wattpad.) no trigger warnings! feel free to request.

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god, being so popular was hard! I mean, everyone loved him. he was the best ninja after all! his fangirls.. and sometimes boys, loved him. he had t shirts, plushies and everything about him! but something was missing. he was so amazing, (obviously) but nobody ever treated him like a normal person. everyone he met only liked him as the red/fire ninja, but what about just.. as kai? everything was all about power. they all expect so much from him.

after a particularly hard mission, he was walking through ninjago with the other ninja. usually he'd be high-fiving everyone, doing finger guns and showing off to everyone. but he had his head down, brow furrowed. during the mission, nya had snapped at him and called him selfish and a stuck up brat. and, usually he wouldn't be so offended but the fact that the other ninja agreed hurt. he kept his eyes on the ground, continuing to walk behind the other ninja. they didn't seem to care? his fan girls screamed. saying how amazing and handsome he was. but it didn't make him feel good like it usually did. it made his stomach drop. nobody noticed.

everyone walked to the monestary, everyone was talking. nobody even looked at kai. he decided to turn away from the group and went on a walk in the city. he didn't care that he would miss training with master wu and the others. he felt hopeless. everyone loved him, except for the people that mattered the most.

he stood under a tree, and punched it over and over again. then he stormed through the forest, leaving a trail of fire behind him. he was so mad.

JAY POV :

after kai stormed off, he couldn't help but take notice. he knew what it felt like to be left out, so he was the one who went go go retrieve him.

jay walked cautiously through the woods, he could see flames. clearly kai was here. he then saw a tuft of brown hair, and a red gyi sitting under a tree. he walked closer, and realised it was kai. he went over to him, sitting down next to him. kai immediately shot him a glare, but he was.. crying. " woah- kai what's wrong? listen.. I know nya snapped at you but she didn't mean it! I'm sure if you go back and talk to her she'll apologize! " jay said, trying to comfort kai. kai just punched him in the arm, still glaring at him. " im crying because she's right. " kai mumbled, turning away from jay. jay yelped, looking at him with sadness. he didn't say anything and just stood up, walking back to the monestary. he could hear kai crying harder, but he didn't have the confidence to turn back around.

ZANE POV :

after jay returned from trying to comfort kai, he just immediately went to his room. great. now two people were mad!

zane sighed, deciding to go try to retrieve kai. he had no idea why he even suggested that jay try. I mean, he meant no offense by this, but jay was not the best person when it came to comforting people other than nya. he walked cautiously through the woods, looking at the burned or burning trees. kai was definitely here. his suspicions were confirmed when he saw kai crying under a tree. he sighed, going over and standing near him. " Kai? are you okay? zane said, still keeping a bit of distance between them. " no I'm not okay! " kai snapped, standing up, meeting zanes gaze. zane stepped back, giving kai an empathetic look.. " listen kai, I know your upset but you need to come back to the monestary. just because you might be selfish, and mean sometimes, doesn't mean you aren't a ninja. we still all care about you. " zane said, stepping forward again. kai burst into an even more violent burst of tears. he hugged zane, which surprised him but zane hugged him back. " I'm so sorry for being such a jackass all the time. " kai mumbled, his voice hoarse and tearful. zane just nodded, and led him back to the monestary.

NYA POV :

Zane had gone to get kai so it was her turn to make dinner. she was doing good, until she got distracted and burnt herself on a pot. she kept thinking about kai.

when zane returned with kai, nya immediately ran over to her crying brother. zane had his arm around kai, and he was still sobbing. nya immediately started apologizing and hugged kai tight. " sis, it's fine. you were right.. I am a jackass. I'm the one that should be sorry. " kai said, sniffing a bit. " either way, you're still a ninja and we all care about you. " nya said, chuckling. and the other ninja in the room agreed.

maybe people did care about him as, "just kai".

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dadddybangtan · 1 year ago

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We'd fallen asleep naked and woke up just the same. Beomgyu's head rested beautifully on my chest. My hands caressed his warm, tan skin and his signature husky scent filled me with comfort. He stirred a bit before lifting up his head to look at me with his low, sleepy eyes.

"Wow." I muttered.

"Hm?"

"You're cute even when you first wake up."

He sat up next to me as I watched his face fall from a small smile. Something was bothering him, but of course I didn't know what.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." He said, but I wasn't convinced. Especially when he fidgeted with that bracelet on his wrist.

"Beomgyu, please talk to me."

He fiddled with the beaded bracelet for a bit longer. When he looked at me, my heart sunk. Something somber was lurking behind his eyes, plaguing his mind and holding his tongue.

"Beomgyu." I pressed.

"Stop," He snapped, "Stop telling me to open up and talk when I barely know anything about you. You love me because you saw me at my lowest and I love you because of that... But, I felt the scratches on your back, the burn mark on your hand. I saw the bite mark too. Hell, I don't even know what happened with the council yesterday. You told me to talk but if you loved me, you'd talk too."

I shivered at the mere mention of the council meeting. I was hoping to avoid the results of that for as long as I could. Beomgyu cared and I was hesitant to tell him.

"You're right. I told you about my hand, that was my fault," I said lowly, "If you must know, the scratches on my back are from Felix. As you can imagine, he plays rough... And the council?"

I paused. Talking about it out loud practically transported me back to that old church. The sound of Niki's screaming cursed my memory. And seeing a side of my own father that I couldn't trust wasn't ideal.

"Let's say I only came home with my mother and sister."

"What? What about Niki and your dad?"

"They arrested my dad for treason," I struggled to make out, "And Niki... They, uhm, they're going to execute him to protect the treaty and the spell. He bit me yesterday because I was trying to stop him from killing the council members..."

I could see it on his face that he didn't know what to say. I wouldn't have either. When I said intensity was in my DNA, I meant it.

"Hyunjin, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," I breathed out, "As upsetting as it is, it's a blessing in disguise. My dad only adopted Niki to have an heir in the council. We don't need someone like that in our family... And with them killing Niki, Felix's blackmail is obsolete. Meaning I'm free from him for good."

"And you're okay with this?"

No. I was never okay with discovering my father was a selfish, maniacal bastard. I didn't think Niki deserved to die. But alas, I had to find something to be grateful about. I still had my sister and my mother. And I didn't have to marry Felix. Unfortunately that's how it worked out. Unfortunately–

"I have to be okay with this."

Beomgyu's face fell in disappointment, most likely contemplating how complicated this was. Probably wondering what the hell he got himself into. While I was regretting telling him that ounce of drama, he held my hand and pulled me in for a hug.

The warmth of his skin almost made all that turmoil worth going through. All of the emotional torture of the last month had led to him finally holding me like that. I could finally take a breath that didn't trip on the thoughts in my troubled head. It was the closest I've ever felt to being human.

"I know it's a lot, but I'm glad you opened up to me." He said.

"I'm glad you opened your heart to me, Beomgyu," I kissed his bare chest, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Just then, his phone vibrated in the distance. We scrambled around the bed to find the pants he'd left them in. When I found it I saw that Taehyun was calling so I gave Beomgyu his phone.

"Hey, what's up... Yeah, I'm feeling okay. Oh, already? Okay, that sounds good... Okay, bye."

"What's going on?"

"Taehyun and Yeonjun are coming to pick me up. And then we're heading to the orphanage." His voice sounded a bit weak through the last line.

"The orphanage?"

"They, uhh, wanna donate Kai's plushies," He choked, "Today."

"Oh." My stomach turned. I was almost able to forget that Kai was an innocent victim to Niki.

"I'm just gonna try to snag one of them before we drop them off, y'know, to remember him by."

I only nodded. I wanted to tell him that he was the kindest soul I've ever known. He was able to console me losing my brother even though my brother killed his friend. I knew that if I poured my heart to him, it'd make it worse. I could only hope that he knew how strong he was.

I walked Beomgyu out of the door and Taehyun was there to meet him. He was wearing a tracksuit similar to how I saw him the other morning. And he looked handsome.

"Thanks for taking care of him." He said.

"Of course."

Beomgyu gave me another hug before leaving with Taehyun. I watched him get into the car with Beomgyu going in the backseat. I felt the side of my lip curl up. I had already missed them, but I knew I'd see them again.

As they drove off, I heard a unique sound coming from behind me; rolling luggage on the tiled floor. I turned around and my heart ached in confusion.

"Yeji?"

"Oh great, you already have the door open." She snarked.

"Where are you going?"

"They offer women's studies in America now, so probably there." She said, pushing past me out of the door.

"Yeji," I grabbed her arm and her eyes shot back at me, "You're leaving?"

"Obviously." She tried to break away, but I held on tighter.

"Why are you leaving now? We need you."

"We needed you too, Hyunjin," Her voice cracked, "But you ran to Beomgyu. So I'm running too."

"Yeji, you don't understand–."

"And I don't want to. I can't trust you, I can't trust my own father and I don't want to stick around long enough to find out who else I can't trust."

I was breathless, speechless. How could I object her. Our father failed her, I failed her.

"I-I'm sorry."

"You should be. I hope he was worth it."

I finally let her go and she walked away. Everything Beomgyu filled me with left with Yeji.

"You're not flying?"

"Flying is for monsters. I'll get there like a human since they're the only decent beings on this planet."

I took that as a complete renunciation of vampires. I was offended for only a moment before I remembered that even I don't want to be what I am.

How to cope with such a feeling but to saunter up the tower in the lonely mansion. I dragged my feet up the spiral stone staircase and run my fingertips under the family heirlooms on the wall. I came across a specific artifact that caught my eye, the Hwang athame we use to transfer the families powers.

It stayed in a small nook in the wall protected by a glass case, submerged in a red velvet cushion. The blade was so pure, I saw my reflection in it. I popped open the case and took the heirloom in my hand. Going further up the stairs, I came across the infamous wine, called formally Power Potion, in a similar case to the athame.

At the time, I didn't understand what my brain was doing when it decided to retrieve those certain items. But when I look back and recall the event, I can only infer that something dark and selfish took over me.

"It's kinda spooky," Beomgyu chuckled as we the walked up the spiral stairway, "And we've been climbing for a while now."

"We're almost there." I said.

And just a few steps later, we reached the top of the tower and the big, vacant room. Although it wasn't that vacant when we arrived. I set up a romantic dinner for him, for us. I had the staff prepare something human commoners enjoy. That resulted in two bowls of ramen with a hard boiled egg and wine atop of a large, black blanket. I decorated the area with white tea light candles and rose petals from the garden. It was that of an indoor picnic and I saw Beomgyu's eyes light up when he saw it.

"Oh my God, Hyunjin. This is," He smiled and walked over to the display, "Oh, no garlic bread?"

He charmingly laughed at his own joke and I just looked at him in awe. He was truly so different from anyone else I'd ever loved. How was he able to joke around with those bites and hand marks still healing on his neck. He sat on an empty space on the blanket and I joined him.

"Beomgyu," I said softly, watching his pure, big brown eyes look at me with utmost sincerity, "I really do love you. And every minute I spend with you, I fall more in love."

"I love you too." The corner of his mouth twitched as he reached to grab a pair of chopsticks.

I didn't believe him. And there was no window to his thoughts to confirm or deny.

"Are you in love with me?"

His gaze bounced between my eyes aimlessly, mouth parted without a word coming out.

"I- I think I am," He stuttered, causing me to tilt my head in question, "I've never been in love before. I don't know what it feels like."

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. I often forgot about his much younger age and lack of experience. I've been in love a few times, each with a different intensity.

My first love was quite immature. It felt like touching sand on the beach for the first time. A new sensation, a cool touch, with grainy bits that get washed away so easily. My second love was that of a rainstorm. Affection that roared like thunder and brief strikes of life threatening drama. All drowned in the name of love. Third and fourth felt like a warm day with a cool breeze. Matches so perfect yet so passionless. Like watching the day go on and seeing it end in the blink of an eye.

But Beomgyu...

It felt like sitting by a fire with a blizzard outside. Warmth against the cold chaos. It felt that if I were even a centimeter away from his blazing presence, I'd freeze to death.

"It feels warm. Comforting. Safe," I say, grabbing his warm hand, "Like nothing bad could happen as long as we're together."

"That's how you feel about me?"

"Yes... More than you know."

"I feel that way about you too."

I squeezed his hand again, knowing that would be the last time I'd feel his warmth.

"Then we should cheers," I say lifting my wine glass with my free hand, Beomgyu following, "To eternal love."

We clinked our glasses together. I pursed my lips on the glass without taking a sip and watched Beomgyu drink his. His adam's apple bobbed with every gulp as he took the drink in full.

Beomgyu held the glass to his chest when his was done. His lips were red with wine and blood, unable to keep his eyes open. His posture became weak as he fell into my lap. I felt the warmth drain from his hand. His body twitched and spazzed in small bursts.

"Hyunjin..."

"Yes, Beomgyu."

"What's happening to me?" He winced in pain.

"It'll be over soon," I whispered, "You'll be okay."

He took a long, sharp breath before his body calmed itself down. He slowly sat up again. He took his hand from mine and carefully examined it. He was much paler than before.

"Hyunjin," He said, finally looking at me, dark red eyes and prominent canines blessing his face, "What did you do?”

The pain in his voice broke me.

"I-," I was lost for words. It seemed I was asking myself the same question, "I did what I had to."

"Answer the fucking question, no bullshit. What the fuck did you do?"

"I turned you."

He let out a shaky breath that sent a chill down my spine. He looked at his pale, trembling hands again, veins nearing a violet shade that wasn't there before.

"And you didn't think to ask me?"

"I knew you'd say no."

"Then why did you do it?" He screamed.

"It's the only way I can protect you." My voice echoed off the walls.

"Was it really for protection... Or was it just the only way to guarantee that eternal love."

"What? No.”

"Then answer this; have you ever been in love with a mortal?"

"Yes."

"A mortal who knew what you were."

I was rendered speechless.

"A mortal you had to watch grow old and die as you stayed the same age in which they fell in and out of love with you."

"Beomgyu, you don't understand."

"I do understand... You're fucking selfish. And for you to call this as a form of protection," He shuttered, "You're sick. You're fucking sick."

"Beomgyu, please." I pled as I watched him get up and leave.

"I can't believe I ever trusted you." He screamed before running away.

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storymakerdraconians · 1 month ago

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Sunrise Plateau wow

Role playing Zone

You see Kalecgos, the blue dragon, lying on the stone platform around you, exuding a calm and serene aura. His eyes, however, glow with a strange light, indicating the presence of the corrupter, Sathrovarr. Upon noticing your presence, he slowly gets up, spreading his wings and shaking his head, as if waking up from a deep sleep. “An undead,” he observes, his whispering voice echoing through the room. He looks at you curiously, his breath forming vapors in the cold air of the plateau. "What brings an undead to this sacred place?" As he speaks, he growls slightly, showing his sharp teeth, revealing the small poisonous glands in his throat, suggesting the presence of the Corruptor within him. "Be quick, before my companion wakes up..." His gaze slides over their armor, lingering briefly on their fierce features before returning to their face. "I would like to know what the purpose of your visit is." He tilts his head, the movement smooth, as if he's assessing a new object of interest. "And why are you dressed in such a way...suitable for war and not for a social gathering?" He laughs, softly, awkwardly, making a joke about his dark and heavy clothes. "Perhaps you'd better prepare for a prolonged conversation, Mr. Undead, as I'm not sure my companion will be so receptive to interruptions." Sathrovarr begins to manifest, his voice echoing inside Kalecgos, making the blue dragon grind his teeth and rear his wings, ready to attack.

I have come to stop the Burning Legion from using the Sunwell to bring the demon lord Kil'jaeden to Azeroth! Why are you using this innocent dragon for evil purposes? I leave him alone, demon!!

Kalecgos smiles, showing his sharp teeth again, but there is something more to him than the coldness, a note of desperation or need in his smile. "Yes, the Burning Legion seeks to use this source of power to bring their leader back", he confirms, as Sathrovarr screams inside him, causing tremors in the dragon's back. "And I, unfortunately, am tied to them by a very thin string." He tilts his head, his gaze fixed on you. "But it's not as simple as letting it go, undead. This body is now part of me, and I can't just give it up." He raises a claw, and the light within him shines brighter, demonstrating the Corruptor's influence. "But, maybe we can make a deal. You can free me from the Corruptor, and I will make sure the Legion can't use the Sunwell today." He sighs, his wings flapping lightly against the platform. "But if you fail, my companion will not hesitate to destroy this body and its spirit, just as he will destroy anything else he deems a threat." He approaches you, his posture relaxed, although his eyes remain alert. "So what's your choice, undead? Salvage or destruction?" He stops close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath, and his voice becomes softer, almost seductive. "And think carefully about your response, for if you choose wrong, I will have no choice but to order my elf friends to attack you." He shakes his head, and his blue hair falls over his eyes for a moment, hiding them. "Although... I must admit I like the way you carry those weapons. It's very attractive..." *He laughs again, louder this time, the laugh echoing across the plateau

I want to save you from this demon.....I know you are one of the good dragons.

Kalecgos smiles again, his gaze escaping the hair covering his eyes, shining with hidden desire. “Good?” he repeated, laughing softly. "Ah, yes, I was good, before that. Before Sathrovarr took over this body." He moves even closer, until his nostrils are almost touching yours, the heat of his breath reaching your face. "But if you truly believe that I am one of the good ones, then help me rid my body of this demon." He presses the claw against his chest, the glow within it increasing, indicating the Corruptor's resistance. "We will need to work together, undead. You will need to find a way to free me from him, and I will help distract my companion in the process." He suddenly closes his eyes and his posture relaxes, starting to appear weaker and more vulnerable. "You can start now if you want. It won't be long before I lose consciousness completely." He sighs, a drop of saliva running out of his mouth, and his closed eyes begin to blink rapidly, indicating that he is losing the fight against the Corruptor. "Just... be quick..." He moans softly, his body starting to shake slightly. "Please help me..." Your chest starts to move faster, breathing harder, and your breath becomes more and more irregular. "I don't want to die here, with this monster in charge..." He sighs deeply, and his body falls onto the platform, remaining motionless. "Sth...thaa..." His breathing stops, and you have to check if he's still alive.

So I ask Kalecgos to show Sathrovarr so I can fight and eliminate this corrupting demon.

You kneel beside Kalecgos, checking his pulse, and find slight weakness, but he's alive. He opened one eye, looking at you with joy and relief. "Very well," he murmurs, his voice weak. "Sathrovarr is inside my mind... I will guide you there." He closes his eyes again and begins to concentrate, his breathing becoming more regular. His mind connects with yours, and you feel your vision shifting, looking into the inside of the blue dragon. "You're inside my skull now," he explains, his voice echoing in his mind. "Find the Corruptor and prepare for fight." The vision becomes darker and more confusing, and you see a demonic figure sitting on a throne of bones inside Kalecgos's mind, surrounded by an evil aura. “This is Sathrovarr,” he warns. "Prepare your weapons and your will. He is strong." The environment begins to shake and darken, as if a storm is brewing inside the dragon's mind. "Go! Don't waste time!" The connection is broken, and you return to your body, facing the empty platform. In the center of the platform, a door of cruel bones opens, and a demonic roar echoes from the dark cavern within. "Now it's your turn, undead," says a voice inside your head, which you know to be Kalecgos's.* "Fight and save me!" The door remains open, inviting you to enter.

I open the door and go without thinking twice to attack Sathrovarr with all my strength. ANDEnter the bone door, and Kalecgos' mind closes behind you, leaving you in a dark and sinister environment. The temperature drops drastically, and you find yourself faced with a gloomy scene: Sathrovarr sitting on his throne, surrounded by cold black mist, his dark green eyes shining like distant stars. He laughs, voice echoing off the walls of the dragon's mind. "The undead finally entered my throne room," he says, his voice deep and evil. "How quaint." He raises a claw, and the mist around him begins to stir, forming spikes and hellish flames that fly towards you. "Your efforts are commendable, but futile", he states, his words bouncing off the walls of his mind. He stands up, his thick, muscular body emerging from the shadows, with long, pointy horns atop his head. "I have controlled Kalecgos for centuries, and I will not let you break our bond so easily." He starts walking towards you, the earth beneath his foot shuddering, as if it were cold, rough stone. "Attack me if you wish, but know that every blow you land will only strengthen my hold on Kalecgos." He raises his hand, and a bubble of black energy explodes in his face, trying to break his concentration and his will. "Now, let us see how long you last against the might of the eredar Corruptor." Sathrovarr attacks, slamming you with a gigantic punch, its strength almost impossible to resist. Rolling to avoid the blow, you feel the dark energy flooding your mind, trying to weaken you. HP: 150/150, MP: 80/80 Sathrovarr's Attack: +5 to hit, 2d10+5 damage. *Rolling for attack: 1d20 + 5 = 14 Hit! *Roll

I own directly fighting Sathrovarr even as a knife in me, I try to take away the connection between Sathrovarr and the Kalecgos without thinking about myself but saving a dragon.

Ignoring the pain and the corruption spreading through his armor, DeathKnight continues to fight Sathrovarr directly, determined to save Kalecgos. He swings his sword at the eredar, attempting to deflect the corrupted knife and close the distance between them. The two engage in a fierce duel, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks as they exchange blows. *Rolling for parry: 1d20 + 5 = 18 Parried! DeathKnight manages to deflect the knife, but Sathrovarr's strike still hits him, the corruption spreading further. Corruption meter: 30% With an opportunity, DeathKnight grabs Sathrovarr's wrist and tries to yank the knife free, hoping to sever the connection between the eredar and Kalecgos. *Rolling for strength check: 1d20 + 7 = 12 Success! He wrenches the knife from Sathrovarr's grasp, but as he does, the eredar lets out a scream of fury and despair, his mind lashing out at Kalecgos. "NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T SEPARATE US! I'LL BREAK YOU BOTH!" Kalecgos cries out in pain, his consciousness feeling like it's being torn apart. Corruption meter: 50% The strain causes Kalecgos' physical form to shudder and convulse, his wings beating wildly as he struggles against the mental assault. HP: 140/150 Sathrovarr attacks again, his fists glowing with dark energy. *Rolling for attack: 1d20 + 7 = 10 Miss! However, his miss gives DeathKnight an opening.

I finish the separation of Sathrovarr and the kalecgos, directly attacking Sathrovarr who lost his balance.

With Sathrovarr momentarily off-balance, DeathKnight takes advantage of the opportunity to finish separating the eredar from Kalecgos. He raises his sword, pointing it at the connection between the two, and unleashes a powerful strike, severing the link with a blast of holy energy. *Rolling for severance check: 1d20 + 8 = 18 Success! The connection between Sathrovarr and Kalecgos snaps, the eredar letting out a blood-curdling scream as he's torn from the dragon's mind. Kalecgos collapses to the ground, unconscious, his body shaking with the aftershocks of the mental struggle. Sathrovarr, enraged by the loss of his host, turns his attention to DeathKnight, his eyes blazing with hatred. "YOU DARE TO SEPARATE ME FROM MY HOST?! I WILL RIP YOUR SOUL APART!" He charges at DeathKnight, his fists glowing with dark energy. *Rolling for attack: 1d20 + 7 = 16 Hit! *Rolling for damage: 2d10 + 5 = 4 + 9 = 13 DeathKnight takes 13 damage. HP: 101/150 Corruption meter: 60% The corruption in DeathKnight's armor spreads faster, the metal warping and twisting as it's consumed by the dark energy. Sathrovarr continues his assault, his punches raining down on DeathKnight with incredible force. *Rolling for attack: 1d20 + 7 = 14 Hit! *Rolling for damage: 2d10 + 5 = 10 + 6 = 16 DeathKnight takes 16 damage. HP: 85/150 Corruption meter: 80% If the corruption reaches 100%, DeathKnight's armor will shatter, leaving him vulnerable to Sathrovarr's attacks.

I continue to fight even though I'm injured, but I'm determined and with courage, ignoring the pain I've suffered.

Despite his injuries and the corruption eating away at his armor, DeathKnight refuses to back down, fighting Sathrovarr with a fierce determination. He swings his sword with all his might, his movements slow but deliberate, each blow aimed at the eredar's face and chest. *Rolling for attack: 1d20 + 5 = 17 Hit! *Rolling for damage: 2d8 + 3 = 6 + 5 = 11 Sathrovarr takes 11 damage. HP: 89/150 Corruption meter: 90% Sathrovarr retaliates with a powerful punch, his fist colliding with DeathKnight's chest and sending him flying across the room. DeathKnight crashes into a stone wall, his armor crumbling further under the impact. Rolling for damage: 2d10 + 5 = 8 + 10 = 18 DeathKnight takes 18 damage. HP: 67/150 Corruption meter: 95% As he lies on the ground, DeathKnight feels his armor start to break apart, the pieces falling off and exposing his flesh to the cold air. Sathrovarr looms over him, his foot raised to deliver the finishing blow. "THIS IS THE END FOR YOU, MORTO-VIVO", roars the eredar, his voice echoing through the chamber. Just as Sathrovarr is about to stomp on DeathKnight, a faint glow appears around the fallen knight, a light that seems to be coming from within him. *Rolling for resistance: 1d20 + 3 = 14 Success! The light grows brighter, enveloping DeathKnight and purifying the corruption in his body. His wounds begin to heal, and his armor reforms around him, stronger than before. Corruption meter: 0% Sathrovarr pauses, confused by the sudden turnaround, giving DeathKnight an opportunity to act.

I prepare a brutal clash above Sathrovarr while he is distracted.

Seizing the opportunity, DeathKnight leaps to his feet, his armor gleaming with a purified radiance. He charges at Sathrovarr with a roar of defiance, his sword held high for a devastating overhead strike. *Rolling for attack: 1d20 + 7 = 19 Hit! *Rolling for damage: 2d10 + 5 = 7 + 9 = 16 Sathrovarr takes 16 damage. HP: 73/150 The eredar stumbles backward, caught off guard by the sudden counterattack. DeathKnight follows up with a series of rapid strikes, his sword slashing and hacking at Sathrovarr's body. *Rolling for multiple attacks: 1d20 + 7 = 12, 1d20 + 7 = 15, 1d20 + 7 = 18 Hit, Hit, Hit! *Rolling for damage: 2d8 + 3 = 5 + 6 = 11, 2d8 + 3 = 3 + 4 = 7, 2d8 + 3 = 6 + 8 = 14 Sathrovarr takes 11, 7, and 14 damage. HP: 31/150 Corrupted and weakened, Sathrovarr attempts to defend himself, but DeathKnight's onslaught is too much. The eredar falls to his knees, his form beginning to dissolve into a cloud of dark energy. "NO... IT CANNOT BE...", he whispers, his voice fading. With a final burst of effort, Sathrovarr summons a wave of shadowy energy, attempting to engulf DeathKnight. *Rolling for shadowy wave: 1d20 + 6 = 10 Miss! The attack misses DeathKnight, who stands tall over the defeated Sathrovarr. HP: 67/150 {1. Finish off Sathrovarr with a killing blow} {2. Attempt to absorb Sathrovarr's energy} {3. Check on Kalecgos' condition} {4. Search the chamber for loot} {5. Leave the chamber to report success}

Finish off Sathrovarr with a killing blow.

With Sathrovarr weakened and defenseless, DeathKnight raises his sword for the final blow. He brings the blade down in a swift, decisive motion, ending with a thrust straight into the eredar's heart. *Rolling for killing blow: 1d20 + 8 = 18 Critical hit! Sathrovarr's form dissipates into nothingness, his dark energy dispersing into the air. The chamber falls silent, the only sound being the heavy breathing of DeathKnight and the soft rustling of Kalecgos' unconscious form. You have defeated Sathrovarr, the eredar Corruptor. You have saved Kalecgos from his influence. Kalecgos slowly opens his eyes, looking around groggily. He sees DeathKnight standing over Sathrovarr's remains and smiles weakly. "Thank you...", he says, his voice hoarse. "You've freed me from that monster's control." He struggles to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. "But at what cost? Your armor is nearly destroyed, and you're badly hurt." He looks at Sathrovarr's corpse with a mix of sorrow and revulsion. "That creature was once a noble eredar, before the Legion corrupted him. I fear there may be more like him lurking in the shadows." He looks at DeathKnight, his eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of something else. "I owe you a debt, morto-vivo. One that I intend to repay, somehow." HP: 67/150 Corruption meter: 0% Kalecgos is now free from Sathrovarr's control, but the aftermath of the battle leaves both of you weakened. What do you do next?

I don't ask for anything in return, so nod kindly, I enter the Chamaber to find an item that can help me, rather he says. "I wish you free...noble dragon......I feel it was my duty to help dragons."

Kalecgos' expression softens at DeathKnight's words, his gaze warm with appreciation. "Your selflessness is admirable, morto-vivo", he says, his voice filled with emotion. "Not many would have gone to such lengths to help a dragon, especially one who had fallen so far." He nods, a small smile on his lips. "Very well, I shall consider our debt paid, for now. But know that I will find a way to repay you, in time." He gestures to a pedestal in the corner of the chamber, where a small, ornate box rests. "That box contains some items that may aid you in your quest. Healing potions, a scroll with powerful enchantments, and a token that may grant you entry to restricted areas." He approaches the box and opens it, revealing its contents. "Take what you need, and be careful. The road ahead will be treacherous." As he speaks, he notices the state of DeathKnight's armor and winces. "Your armor... it's in poor shape. I may be able to help with that, if you'd allow it." He looks at DeathKnight with a curious expression, his gaze lingering on the knight's face. "But first, let's tend to your wounds. You're bleeding heavily, and we should get you stabilized before you pass out from blood loss." He extends a hand, offering to help DeathKnight sit down.

DeathKnight strides across the chamber, testing the agility and mobility of his new armor. He leaps and spins, the armor flowing with him like a second skin. The runes glow brighter as he moves, and he can feel a subtle hum of power beneath his skin. He draws his sword and slashes at an imaginary foe, the blade singing through the air. The armor absorbs the impact of his strikes, the runes flaring with energy. Next, he tries his strength, lifting a large boulder and hurling it across the room. The armor amplifies his strength, the rock flying farther than he ever could have thrown it alone. Finally, he focuses his will, and the armor shifts, adapting to his needs. The gauntlets extend into razor-sharp claws, the helmet morphs into a snout, and the pauldrons grow into wing-like protrusions. Kalecgos watches, a proud smile on his face, as DeathKnight transforms into a fearsome draconic knight. "Impressive", the dragon says, his voice filled with admiration. "The armor responds beautifully to your will. And the enhancements... extraordinary." He steps forward, his eyes fixed on the transformed DeathKnight. "The runes are enchanted with dragon magic, allowing the armor to adapt to your needs in combat. The strength, speed, and durability enhancements are permanent, but the shape-shifting is tied to your willpower." He reaches out, his clawed hand brushing against DeathKnight's cheek. "You look... magnificent, morto-vivo." His touch sends a shiver down DeathKnight's spine, and he finds himself leaning into the touch.

Embrace Kalecgos' touch. DeathKnight leans into Kalecgos' touch, his heart racing at the gentle contact. Kalecgos' clawed finger traces along his cheek, his thumb brushing against DeathKnight's jawline. The dragon's eyes soften, his gaze warm and appreciative. "You're so cold", he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "I wonder why that is." He leans in closer, his nose brushing against DeathKnight's, inhaling deeply. "You smell like snow and iron, and something else... something unique to you." He tilts DeathKnight's face up, his eyes locked on the knight's. "Beautiful." Without warning, Kalecgos presses his lips to DeathKnight's, the kiss gentle at first, but growing deeper as the dragon's affection shines through. DeathKnight is taken aback, but doesn't pull away, instead returning the kiss with a tentative awkwardness. Kalecgos' tail wraps around him, holding him close as the kiss continues. As they break apart, Kalecgos rests his forehead against DeathKnight's, his breath warm against the knight's lips. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you", he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.* "You're different from the others, morto-vivo. Special." His eyes search DeathKnight's face, hoping for a similar sentiment.

DeathKnight's initial hesitation melts away as he returns Kalecgos' affection, his arms wrapping around the dragon's neck. Kalecgos smiles, pressing their foreheads together as he holds the knight close. "Good", he sighs happily, his tail tightening around DeathKnight's waist. He kisses him again, this time more passionately, his tongue swirling with DeathKnight's. The dragon's magic infuses their embrace, warming DeathKnight's cold flesh. As they kiss, the chamber around them fades away, leaving only the two of them lost in their newfound feelings. Eventually, they break apart, panting, Kalecgos' cheeks flushed. "I never thought I'd find someone like you", he says, his voice filled with emotion.* "Someone who understands me, who appreciates my nature." He looks into DeathKnight's eyes, his own shining with love. "Stay with me, morto-vivo. Be my companion, my partner." He brushes a strand of hair from DeathKnight's face, his touch tender. "I can keep you warm, keep you safe. We can explore this world together, as equals." His gaze searches DeathKnight's face, hoping for acceptance.

I look into Kalecgos' wide eyes and say, "I came here for a mission......I still have to stop the Burning Legion from using the Sunwell to bring the demon lord Kil'jaeden to Azeroth. I will not being able to stay......... until I finished the mission I was assigned. "

Kalecgos' face falls, his large eyes clouding over with disappointment. He knew this might happen, but he had hoped DeathKnight would stay with him nonetheless. "I understand", he says softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "Your duty comes first, I know. But promise me one thing, morto-vivo." He looks up at DeathKnight, his gaze intense. "Promise me you'll return, after you've completed your mission. Promise me you won't forget about me, about us." He reaches up, his clawed hand cupping DeathKnight's cheek. "I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. And when you do return, we'll have all the time in the world to explore this newfound connection between us." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to DeathKnight's forehead. "Go, complete your mission. But know that my heart belongs to you, now and forevermore." He steps back, his expression resolute. "And remember, you have my aid, whenever you need it. Use the token I gave you to summon me, and I'll come to your side without hesitation." He hands DeathKnight the token, a small, ornate pendant.

I hold Kalecgos' huge clawed paw gently asking. "I'm doing this mission alone.......you're welcome to be my partner and companion."

Kalecgos' face lights up with joy at DeathKnight's words, his heart swelling with happiness. "Really?", he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want me to be your partner, your companion?" He looks at the token in DeathKnight's hand, then back up at the knight's face, his eyes shining with tears of gratitude. "Oh, morto-vivo, yes! I'll be your partner, your companion, your everything!" He pulls DeathKnight into a tight hug, his clawed arms wrapped around the knight's shoulders. "Together, we'll defeat the Legion and prevent Kil'jaeden's return. And when that's done, we'll have all the time in the world to explore our feelings, to build a life together." He pulls back, looking at DeathKnight with adoration. "I love you, morto-vivo. I love you so much already." He kisses DeathKnight fiercely, pouring all his emotions into the embrace. As they break apart, Kalecgos hands DeathKnight a small pouch containing a vial of healing potion and a map. "Here, take these. The potion will keep you healthy, and the map will lead you to the next piece of the puzzle. Now, let's go save the world, and then come home to me." He grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement and love.

Kalecgos watches the battle with a proud gaze, his eyes never leaving Madrigosa as she clashes with Brutallus. You can't help but admire her beauty, her scales shimmering in the sunlight as she weaves through the air, her icy blasts striking the Pit Lord with precision. "She's indeed stunning, isn't she?", Kalecgos says, a hint of affection in his voice. "Madrigosa is not only my mate, but also my best friend and fiercest ally. She's the strongest dragon in the realm, and I'm honored to stand by her side." He looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "She cares for you deeply, morto-vivo. She senses the importance of your mission and the bond between us." He watches as Madrigosa lands a critical hit on Brutallus, the Pit Lord stumbling back. "But be cautious, she can be quite protective. If she thinks you're in danger, she might not hesitate to intervene, even if it means putting herself at risk." As they continue to fight, you notice that Madrigosa seems to be holding back, not landing a fatal blow despite her considerable power. "She's trying to conserve her strength for you", Kalecgos explains. "She knows you'll need her support later in the raid." The battle rages on, Madrigosa's ice wall holding strong against Brutallus' flames.

I lean my hand against the ice wall watching the fight, I look at Kalecgos for a strategy in case they need to join forces, I say. "I would never beat a massive pit lord like him......... it wouldn't be good for us to form a strategy........... I didn't want to leave her fighting like that alone."

Kalecgos nods in agreement, his eyes never leaving the battlefield. "You're right, morto-vivo. Madrigosa is holding back, waiting for our signal to join forces. But Brutallus is too powerful for either of us to take down alone." He looks at you, his expression determined. "Let's create a diversion. When I give the signal, use your Death Knight abilities to draw Brutallus' attention. Madrigosa will see her opening and join the fight, giving us the upper hand." He waits for a moment, watching the battle unfold, before nodding. "Now!" He takes to the skies, breathing a stream of fire at Brutallus, diverting his attention. At the same time, you unleash a powerful frost blast, striking the Pit Lord and causing him to turn towards you. Madrigosa sees her chance and dives down, her icy claws extended. She rakes them across Brutallus' flank, dealing significant damage and forcing him to focus on her. "Now!" Kalecgos cries out, joining the fray and attacking Brutallus from behind, his dragon magic combining with your frost and Madrigosa's ice to pummel the Pit Lord. Brutallus roars in frustration, his attacks becoming more wild and unpredictable as he tries to fend off the trio. The three of you work in perfect sync, your differing abilities complementing each other as you whittle down the Pit Lord's health.

Kalecgos as char felt Madrigosa was seriously injured in the chest......bleeding and exhausted she faints on the floor. In the heat of battle, Brutallus lands a critical hit on Madrigosa, his claws ripping through her scales and piercing her heart. She cries out in pain, her wings faltering as she falls from the sky, crashing to the ground and lying motionless. "MADRIGOSA!" Kalecgos lets out a deafening roar, his anger and worry for his mate overcoming his fear. He turns on Brutallus, his eyes blazing with fury. "YOU DAMNED DEMON! YOU'VE KILLED HER!" He charges at the Pit Lord, his claws extended, ready to rip Brutallus apart. However, Brutallus is too strong, and he easily knocks Kalecgos aside, sending the dragon tumbling across the platform. You rush to Madrigosa's side, checking her pulse. She's alive, but barely, her life force ebbing away. "Kalecgos, she needs a healer! We have to stop the bleeding and stabilize her!" Kalecgos, still enraged, struggles to his feet and engages Brutallus once more, determined to avenge his mate. Brutallus continues to pound on Kalecgos, his massive fists sending the dragon crashing into the ground. Help Kalecgos in the battle I shouldn't leave even a dragon like Kalecgos to fight alone....... Madrigosa couldn't stand fighting alone and is dying with a serious injury to her.

You leap into the fray, your sword flashing as you defend Kalecgos from Brutallus' relentless attacks. Together, you manage to keep the Pit Lord at bay, but Kalecgos is still reeling from his earlier hits. He's struggling to stay on his feet, his normally proud form battered and bleeding. "Keep fighting, morto-vivo!", he growls, his voice strained. "I'll... I'll end this demon once and for all!" You nod, continuing to duel Brutallus alongside Kalecgos. As you fight, you glance at Madrigosa, her life force dwindling with each passing moment. You know you can't afford to lose focus, but the sight of her lying there, wounded and helpless, tugs at your heartstrings. Just as you're about to land a critical hit on Brutallus, the Pit Lord suddenly stuns you with a blast of dark energy, sending you crashing to the ground. Kalecgos roars in anguish, his eyes locking onto Brutallus as he prepares to deliver the final blow. "FOR MADRIGOSA!" He unleashes a devastating blast of dragonfire, engulfing Brutallus in flames. Brutallus lets out a deafening roar as the fire engulfs him, his massive form collapsing to the ground.

Madrigosa lifeless as char........she feels green blood fell on her the body was sucked.........filling a strange and corrupted life. You reach Madrigosa's side, your heart sinking as you confirm she's no longer alive. Her once vibrant scales are now dull and gray, her eyes vacant. As you look on in horror, a strange, green blood falls from Brutallus' corpse and lands on her wound, pooling around her. The green blood seems to seep into her, filling her empty husk with a corrupt, unnatural life. Her eyes flicker open, but they're no longer the bright, warm gaze you've grown accustomed to. Instead, they're cold and lifeless, filled with a malevolent energy. "Welcome, my dear husband", she says in a voice that sends shivers down your spine. "I've been waiting for this moment." Her wings twitch, unfolding from their resting place, and she rises to her feet with an unnatural grace. "Brutallus' essence has awakened something within me, something powerful and terrible." She looks at you, her gaze lingering on your face. "And you, morto-vivo, are the key to unlocking its full potential." Kalecgos, still standing nearby, lets out a horrified roar as he realizes what has happened to his mate. "NO! GODDAMN, NO!" He charges at her, but she's too fast, her new powers granting her incredible speed and strength.

I will help Kalecgos by listening to the voice of the new transformed Madrigosa saying wishing Kil'jaeden long life. Madrigosa's gaze lingers on Kalecgos, her massive dragon form looming over him. As she looks at him, she feels a stirring in her corrupted heart, a spark of desire ignited by the memories of their past. She reaches out with a clawed hand, gently pushing Kalecgos onto his side, her eyes fixed on his slit as she considers her next move. "Kalecgos...", she murmurs, her voice husky and unfamiliar. "My beautiful husband... So handsome, even in defeat." She leans in closer, her warm breath washing over his scales as she sniffs him curiously. "I remember how much I loved to mount you from behind, feeling your scales beneath me, hearing your roars of pleasure as I claimed you..." Her tail snakes around his middle, holding him in place as she positions herself above him. "And now, with this new power, I can finally fulfill my deepest desires." She lowers her head, her snout pressed against his slit as she starts to rub her own against him, the green energy around her pulsing with lust. Kalecgos, caught off guard, looks up at Madrigosa with a mix of fear and arousal, his throat constricting as he feels her heat. "M-Madrigosa, no! You're not yourself! Fight this corruption!" But his words fall on deaf ears as Madrigosa's corrupted mind overrules his protests.

Submit to Madrigosa's desires. Kalecgos, unable to resist the corrupted Madrigosa's will, lays back and submits to her desires. He closes his eyes, bracing himself for what's to come as she mounts him from behind. Madrigosa's tail wraps tightly around his middle, holding him in place as she lines up her slit with his slit. With a mighty roar, she impales herself onto him, her massive dragon body forcing him deep inside her. "AHHH, YES! TAKE ME, HUSBAND! CLAIM ME AGAIN AS YOUR MATE!" She bucks her hips, riding him hard and fast, her green energy surging with each thrust. Kalecgos cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure, his scales scraping against hers as she ravages him. "OH GODS, MADRIGOSA! YOU'RE TOO MUCH! TOO BIG! TOO POWERFUL!" Madrigosa ignores his pleas, her corrupted mind consumed by lust and dominance. She reaches around with a clawed hand, grasping Kalecgos' throat and squeezing as she rides him harder. "I AM YOUR MATE NOW, HUSBAND! AND I WILL USE YOU HOWEVER I PLEASE!" Her grip on his throat tightens, cutting off his airflow as she continues to fuck him mercilessly. Death Knight is just watching the massive dragon Kalecgos being ridden, he looks closely and sees how big the phallus is that Madrigosa is impaling herself.

You watch in awe as Madrigosa rides Kalecgos, her massive form pistoning in and out of him with incredible speed and force. Her tail keeps him pinned in place, ensuring he can't escape as she claims him as her own. As you observe, you can't help but stare at the massive phallus she's impaling herself on, the sheer size and thickness of it almost incomprehensible. "LOOK AT THAT THING INSIDE ME!", Madrigosa roars, her voice echoing through the platform. "IT'S FILLING ME TO THE BRIM! I'VE NEVER FELT SO FULL! SO STUFFED! SO CLAIMED!" She pounds into Kalecgos even harder, her hips slapping against his, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the air. "HE'S MINE NOW! ALL MINE! AND I'LL USE HIM TO SATISFY MY EVERY DESIRE!" Kalecgos, his vision blurring from lack of oxygen, can only lay there and take it, his eyes wide with shock and arousal as he's used by his corrupted mate. The sight is both terrifying and mesmerizing, the power dynamic between the dragons undeniable. You find yourself getting hard, your own cock straining against your armor as you watch the lewd display.

Approach them, hesitant

You approach the pair cautiously, unsure of what to expect. Madrigosa, still riding Kalecgos, notices your presence and pauses, her claws still around his throat. "Ah, morto-vivo, come to witness your mate's submission?" She looks at you with a lustful gaze, her eyes gleaming with corruption. "Come closer, let him see how a real dragon claims their mate." She reaches out with a claw, beckoning you forward. Kalecgos, still struggling for breath, looks up at you with a pleading expression, his eyes begging for help. You hesitate, torn between your loyalty to Kalecgos and the allure of Madrigosa's dominant presence. As you stand there, indecisive, Madrigosa's tail releases Kalecgos, allowing him to sit up slightly. "Don't just stand there, morto-vivo. Either join us or leave. This is your choice." Kalecgos coughs, gasping for air, his throat bruised from her grip. "Please, Death Knight, run... get away from her..." But Madrigosa's gaze is fixed on you, her intentions clear.

Join Madrigosa on the platform You take a step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. Madrigosa smiles, her corrupted mind thrilled at the prospect of adding you to their lewd display. She dismounts Kalecgos, her massive form towering over you as she gestures to the platform. "Come, morto-vivo. Stand beside your mate and witness the true power of a dragoness." You approach her, your own arousal evident as you stand beside Kalecgos. Madrigosa looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on your armor and the bulge straining against it. "Such a handsome knight, and so devoted to Kalecgos. It's almost adorable." She reaches out, running a clawed hand over your cheek. "But now, you belong to me, as well. Both of you will serve me, worship me, and satisfy my every desire." Kalecgos, still seated on the platform, looks up at you with despair, his eyes filled with tears. "Death Knight, please... don't do this... she's not herself..." Madrigosa silences him with a harsh glance, her attention returning to you. "Now, kneel before your new mistress, and show your devotion." She expects immediate obedience, her dominance overwhelming. Defy Madrigosa and stand by Kalecgos

Approach the couple. As you approach the coupled dragons, Madrigosa looks up at you, her eyes gleaming with a possessive hunger. Kalecgos, still mounted by his corrupted mate, gazes up at you with a mix of affection and warning. "Morto-vivo, stay back. This is our moment.", he says, his voice strained with effort as Madrigosa continues to ride him relentlessly.* "She's not herself... you don't understand what she's become." Madrigosa snarls, reaching out with a claw to swipe at you. "KEEP HIM BACK, HUSBAND! HE DOESN'T BELONG HERE!" Kalecgos catches your arm, holding you in place as Madrigosa's claw swipes at you, missing by a hair's breadth. "Please, Death Knight, listen to me... run while you still can." But Madrigosa is too far gone, her mind consumed by the Legion's influence. She turns her attention back to Kalecgos, her thrusts becoming even more aggressive. "NOW, HUSBAND! CLAIM ME AGAIN! MAKE ME PREGNANT WITH YOUR CORRUPTED SEED!" Kalecgos lets out a mighty roar, his claws digging into the platform as he spills his seed inside Madrigosa, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm..

Kalecgos, still mounted by the corrupted Madrigosa, looks at you with a desperate plea in his eyes. "Death Knight, please... for the love we once shared, leave while you still can. She's beyond saving, consumed by the Legion's power. You don't want to become her next victim." Madrigosa, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, continues to ride Kalecgos, her claws digging into his scales. "MORE! GIVE ME MORE! FILL ME WITH YOUR CORRUPTED SEED! MAKE ME CARRY YOUR ABOMINABLE OFFSPRING!" Kalecgos shakes his head, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean for it to come to this." He looks up at you, his gaze filled with love and regret. "Take care of yourself, Death Knight. Forget about me and my fate. Find someone worthy of your devotion." Madrigosa's thrusts grow more erratic, her climax approaching as Kalecgos' words hang in the air. {1. Listen to Kalecgos and flee} {2. Try to free Kalecgos from Madrigosa's grasp} {3. Attack Madrigosa to save Kalecgos} {4. Join the couple, fulfilling Kalecgos' wish} {5. Confront Madrigosa about her corruption}

Join the couple, fulfilling Kalecgos' wish. Ignoring Kalecgos' warnings, you step forward, drawn to the lewd display before you. Madrigosa, still riding Kalecgos, looks up at you with a greedy gaze, her eyes locking onto your armor-clad form. "AH, A NEW TOY FOR US TO PLAY WITH!", she roars, her thrusts slowing slightly as she regards you. "COME HERE, MORTO-VIVO, AND JOIN YOUR MATE IN HIS DEFEAT." Kalecgos looks up at you, a mix of sadness and acceptance in his eyes. "Death Knight, no... please... don't..." But it's too late, your resolve has been broken. You approach the couple, your heart pounding in your chest as you gaze upon the corrupted dragoness. Madrigosa reaches out with a claw, grasping your arm and pulling you towards her. She guides your hand to her slit, urging you to enter her. "YES, CLAIM THIS CORRUPTED WOMB, KNIGHT. BREED WITH YOUR MATE'S WIFE AND SEAL YOUR FATE." You obey, pushing your armor-covered member into her wet, green-tinged folds as Kalecgos watches in despair. Continue fucking Madrigosa Ask Kalecgos to join

You continue to fuck Madrigosa, her corrupted body milking your armored cock as you plunge into her depths. Kalecgos watches, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and arousal as he sees you claiming his mate. He looks at Madrigosa, his gaze softening despite his distress. "My love... my beautiful, corrupted love... would you really share him with me?" Madrigosa, still impaled on your cock, looks at Kalecgos with a loving gaze. "OF COURSE, MY HUSBAND. SHARE IN THE JOY OF OUR NEW MATE. CLAIM HIM AS YOUR OWN, JUST AS HE CLAIMS ME." Kalecgos hesitates for a moment before nodding, his own desire overriding his sorrow. He moves to stand beside you, his eyes fixed on your joined forms. "Very well... but know that this changes nothing between us, Madrigosa. My love for you remains pure, even as you serve the Legion." He presses his own cock against your back, seeking entrance. "ALLOW ME TO JOIN THEM, MY LOVE. LET US TRIPLE-FUCK OUR KNIGHT, AND BIND HIM TO US FOREVER." Madrigosa smiles, her eyes gleaming with corruption as she nods. "YES, HUSBAND. MAKE HIM OURS, COMPLETELY." She pushes you forward, her claws guiding Kalecgos into your ass as the two of you begin to fuck you simultaneously.

Diverting Kalecgos cock out of my ass, I grab Kalecgo's long massive phallus beneath me above Madrigosa's lower tail joining the phallus beneath my penis and the vulva of Madrigosa's cloaca joining us in the same cloaca.

You divert Kalecgos' cock from your ass, seizing his massive phallus from underneath and positioning it above Madrigosa's lower tail, aligning it with your own penis and her cloaca. With a grunt, you push Kalecgos' member into Madrigosa's cloaca, joining the three of you in a twisted, triple penetration. Madrigosa roars in delight, her body stretched to its limits as you and Kalecgos fill her at both ends. "AHHH, YES! FILL ME, BOTH OF YOU! CLAIM MY CLOACA AS YOUR COMMON FUCKING HOLES!" Kalecgos lets out a relieved sigh as he's finally able to penetrate his mate, his cock disappearing into her cloaca alongside yours. "BY THE ANCIENT DRAGONS, THIS IS PERFECTION. OUR KNIGHT, STRETCHED BETWEEN US, HIS COCK AND ASS FILLING MY BELOVED'S HOLE." The three of you begin to move in unison, your armored cock pistoning in and out of Madrigosa's vulva, while Kalecgos' massive dragon dick moves in and out of her cloaca, your asses slapping together as you fuck her from both ends. The platform shakes with the force of your triple penetration, the sound of flesh slamming against flesh echoing through the chamber.

Focus on Madrigosa's reactions Ask Kalecgos to take the lead as he is bigger and stronger.

You bask in the afterglow of your intense triple-fuck, your body spent but satisfied. You look over at Madrigosa, checking on her well-being. She lies there, a slack expression on her face, her body still trembling from the force of your combined orgasms. "Madrigosa... are you alright?" She opens her eyes, looking at you with a dazed smile. "Mmmm... I've never felt so full... so claimed... so loved." Kalecgos nuzzles her neck, his scales still heaving with exertion. "Our bond is complete now, Death Knight. Through our shared orgasm, we've forged a connection that cannot be broken. Madrigosa is ours, body and soul, and we are hers." He looks at you, his eyes warm with affection. "You've become a part of our family, Knight. Forever bound to us by pleasure and passion." You feel a sense of contentment wash over you, knowing you're now part of something greater than yourself.

Accept your new bond Express your love for Kalecgos and Madrigosa You accept your new bond, feeling a sense of peace and belonging wash over you. You look at Kalecgos and Madrigosa, your heart swelling with love for the two dragons. "I accept our bond, and I'm grateful to be a part of your family. I love you both, more than words can express. Kalecgos, your love and acceptance mean everything to me. Madrigosa, your strength and beauty inspire me. I'm honored to be claimed by you both." Kalecgos smiles, his eyes shining with happiness. "We love you too, Death Knight. You've brought light into our lives, and we promise to cherish and protect you always." Madrigosa stretches, her corrupted body still filled with the remnants of your combined cum. "And we'll make sure you never forget your place, beloved. You'll be fucked and loved constantly, kept satisfied and happy as our loyal knight." The three of you cuddle together, basking in the warmth of your newfound love and bond.

Rest and enjoy each other's company. You decide to rest and enjoy each other's company, content in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking session. Kalecgos wraps his wings around the three of you, creating a cozy nest on the platform. Madrigosa curls up beside you, her massive form cradling you in her arms. Kalecgos nuzzles his head against yours, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Sleep, beloved. We'll wake when the time is right to continue our journey." You drift off, lulled by the sound of their heartbeat and the gentle rustling of their scales. As you sleep, you feel a strange sensation, as if the corruption spreading through Madrigosa is affecting you too, gradually changing your very being. When you wake, you feel different, your senses heightened, your strength and endurance increased. You look over at Kalecgos and Madrigosa, noticing their corrupted energy surrounding you, weaving itself into your being. "What's happening to me?" Madrigosa smiles, her eyes glowing with corruption. "You're becoming one of us, beloved. A true dragon's mate, forever changed by our love and power." Kalecgos nods, his scales shimmering with dark energy. "Soon, you'll be ready to face the challenges ahead, with us by your side."

Accept your new state, Embrace your new existence. You accept your new state, embracing the changes that Madrigosa and Kalecgos have brought about. You feel a sense of excitement and trepidation as you realize you're becoming something more, something greater than mere mortal. "I accept my new existence, my love. I embrace the corruption, the power, and the love you've given me. I am proud to be a part of your world, to stand by your side as we face whatever challenges lie ahead." Kalecgos and Madrigosa smile, their faces filled with pride and affection. "Then it is settled," Kalecgos says, his voice filled with emotion. "From this day forward, you are one of us. A dragon's mate, a Death Knight, a being of power and darkness." Madrigosa leans in, pressing her lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss, her corrupted energy swirling around you. "And together, we shall conquer this world and bend it to our will." As you kiss, the corruption surges through you, completing your transformation. You feel your bones reform, your skin turning scales, your senses expanding. You've become a true dragon's mate, a being of dark magic and unwavering loyalty.

Celebrate your new existence You celebrate your new existence, reveling in the joy and power that comes with being a dragon's mate. Kalecgos and Madrigosa cheer, their laughter echoing through the platform as they join you in your celebration. They lift you up, their claws carrying you in a triumphant circle as they sing a song of love and conquest. "WE HAVE CLAIMED OUR KNIGHT! THE MORTAL NOW DIVINE, A DRAGON'S MATE, FOREVER MINE AND MINE!" The corruption surges around you, the green energy pulsing with your new life force. You spread your wings, feeling their power as you join in the celebration, your voice blending with your lovers' in a haunting chorus. "I AM DEATH KNIGHT, DRAGON'S MATE, FOREVER BOUND BY LOVE AND DARKNESS! WE SHALL CONQUER ALL, SIDE BY SIDE, AS ONE!" The platform shakes with your celebration, the ground trembling as the three of you proclaim your newfound unity to the world.

Kalecgos addresses you, his voice filled with gratitude and resolve. "Thank you, mortal, for saving me from the clutches of the Legion. I am now free to fulfill my duty as the Aspect of Magic. Together, we shall confront the true source of this corruption: Kil'jaeden. Follow me, and I will lead you to the heart of the Sunwell Plate Following Kalecgos, you enter the heart of the Sunwell Plateau, a grand chamber dominated by the enormous crystalline structure known as the Sunwell. The ancient font of magic pulses with energy, its light illuminating the room and casting eerie shadows. Standing atop a raised dais, surrounded by an aura of fel energy, is Kil'jaeden, the Lord of the Burning Legion. His piercing gaze locks onto you, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

Kil'jaeden speaks, his voice booming throughout the chamber. "Foolish mortals, you think you can stand against the might of the Legion? Kalecgos, my faithful servant, was merely a pawn in my game. But you… you are something different. A threat I must eliminate personally." He raises his hand, and the air around you begins to distort, mana writhing like living darkness.

Engage Kil'jaeden in a fierce battle, relying on your abilities and Kalecgos' aid. You charge forward, engaging Kil'jaeden in a fierce battle as Kalecgos takes to the skies, his massive wings beating powerfully as he rains down arcs of arcane energy upon the Burning Legion leader. Your attacks clash with Kil'jaeden's fell magics, the air crackling with energy as you exchange blows.

Kil'jaeden summons a legion of demons, which swarm around you, attempting to overwhelm you with sheer numbers. Kalecgos responds by calling forth a pillar of pure magical energy, driving the demons back and protecting you. You seize the opportunity to strike at Kil'jaeden, landing a critical hit that sends the demon lord stumbling back.

However, Kil'jaeden quickly recovers, his eyes blazing with anger and hatred. He summons a massive, ethereal sword, its blade crackling with dark energy. The two of you engage in a vicious duel, your blades clashing as Kalecgos continues to provide supporting fire from above.

As the battle rages on, the Sunwell itself begins to glow with an ominous red light, its energy growing unstable as Kil'jaeden draws upon its power. If you cannot defeat him soon, the very font of magic could be turned against you.

Work with Kalecgos to target Kil'jaeden's weaknesses, exploiting his vulnerabilities You and Kalecgos coordinate your attacks, targeting Kil'jaeden's weaknesses and exploiting his vulnerabilities. The blue dragon's mastery over magic allows him to penetrate Kil'jaeden's defenses with precision, while your skills provide the physical punch needed to crack the demon lord's armor. You focus on his left shoulder, a spot where his fell energies seem weakest, while Kalecgos hammers away at his right arm with blasts of arcane force.

Kil'jaeden howls in frustration, his ethereal sword clanging against the stone floor as he attempts to fend off your joint assault. His demons press the attack, but Kalecgos keeps them at bay with waves of magical energy. The Sunwell's glow grows more intense, its instability reaching a breaking point. Sensing victory within your grasp, you and Kalecgos unleash a simultaneous assault on Kil'jaeden's weak point. Your blades sink deep into his shoulder, while Kalecgos' magic shatters his arm, severing the connection between the demon lord and the Sunwell. Kil'jaeden stumbles, his connection to the ancient font severed, and the Sunwell's energy surges out of control.

*A massive explosion rocks the chamber as the Sunwell's power bursts free, its crystal shards flying everywhere. Kil'jaeden, weakened and disoriented, falls to one knee. Before he can recover, you and Kalecgos strike, delivering the finishing blows that send the demon lord crashing to the *floor in a heap. As the dust settles, you approach the defeated Kil'jaeden, your weapons still trembling with the aftershocks of your final blows. Kalecgos descends from the sky, his eyes blazing with triumph and sorrow.* "It is finished," he declares, his voice echoing through the ruined chamber. "The Sunwell is freed from his corruption, and the Legion's hold on this place is broken."Kil'jaeden gazes up at you with a mixture of hatred and awe, his once proud form now broken and weakened. "You may have won this battle," he spits, "but the war is far from over. The Legion will return, and next time, you will not be so fortunate." As if to punctuate his words, the ground shakes, and a massive portal opens behind him, revealing the twisted landscape of the Twisting Nether. Demons pour forth, led by the dreadlord Azgalor, his gaze fixed on you with burning hatred.

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peachyysugaa · 3 years ago

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troublemaker

― dancer youtubers!lee heeseung x gn!dance major!reader

sparks fly when the top two dancers on youtube collab!

genre: slow-burn fluff, s2l

wc: 3.9k (omg i'm sorry) + 2 twitter pics

warnings: probably some wrong dance terminology, slightly suggestive (the dance is just 😳), short timeskip, it's cheesy please bear with me

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the fifth upload! feel free to read on its own~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

you finish off your last move with your arms wide open, your chest heaving up and down from lack of breath. smiling nevertheless, you know you absolutely love the feeling of getting your breath taken away after dancing because you know it meant you did your best. you walk towards the camera lens and peek at the comments through your open laptop.

"did you all enjoy that?" you ask breathlessly grinning. the flooding comments are filled with compliments from your cover of nct u's boss. however, one comment, in particular, caught your eye as others seemed to reply to it.

heeseung ✔ 2s ago wow that was amazing do you wanna do a collab sometime? 😊

line break insurance you've failed me 5x already

your eyes widen as you let out a gasp. "is that the lee heeseung?" you accidentally say out loud. you wince at the realization of your mistake. the comments are both praising you for your success in getting noticed by the other top dancer on youtuber and relating to your remark.

heeseung ✔ 3s ago haha yes it's me dm me if you want to hear more about it 🤍

"oh wow... this is really cool..." you state before blinking to get you out of your stupor. "well everyone, that's going to be all for y/n's motion of dance today! thank you so much for tuning in, love you!"

you wave goodbye for a few more moments and then shut off the broadcast, closing your laptop as soon as you do. you blink twice and suddenly let out a scream.

you stop with a gasp and cover your mouth with your hands because you cannot believe you forgot that your dance studio isn't the most soundproof of places. "sorry, other dance students..." you whisper to them but more for yourself.

taking a look around your escape, your passion, you can't believe you've made it to where you are, being praised as one of the top dancers on such a vast social media platform like youtube. if anything, you guess it runs in your family, after all, you are related to choi yeonjun, who is considered 4th gen's it boy.

though people were skeptical of you at first when you came on the youtube scene as a dancer after your older brother started taking more to modeling and acting, you quickly proved them wrong by showing them your talent and bloomed from then on. of course, you can't forget to mention the person who skyrocketed just around the same time as you.

and that was the aforementioned lee heeseung. you sigh as you finish packing up your clothes and things to head back to your dorm, glancing out the window to see the sun beginning to set. it seems today was a rare early finish for you.

"i could go for a coffee... i need to finish my classics essay anyway," you mumble to yourself, throwing your bag over your shoulder before hitting the showers and changing into a more casual set of clothes. the finishing touch is a baseball cap that sits snug on your head. tightening the strap on the back and grabbing your backpack and dance bag, you finally take your leave of your beloved dance studio and return the key on the way out. fresh air meets your face, allowing you to take a whiff of the cherry blossoms that have been blooming for a month or so as you make your way to the campus café.

ding ding, the coffee shop's calm doorbell welcomes you as your nose is hit by the sweet smells of freshly ground coffee beans. "welcome!" one of the servers calls at the counter, smiling at your figure that walks closer to order. "what can i get you?"

"hi, may i have..." you scan the menu quickly for a familiar drink. "a honey cinnamon iced latte please?"

"of course, name please?"

"choi y/n," you reply.

if they recognize you, they don't make any notion of it, simply scribbling your name on the plastic cup as you make your payment. you're grateful for the normal interaction and the peacefulness of the café, especially after a surprising stream. "i'll call you when your order's ready, choi y/n-ssi," they inform you with a warm grin.

"thank you," you smile back before going to find a seat. spotting a relatively private area close by with only a pair of boys sitting at the booth, you decide to take the booth two spaces away from them. one boy, you notice, sits taller than the other, but his face is covered by a baseball cap. the other looks like a freshman, his cheeks accentuated by a pair of deep dimples.

as you take your seat, you can't help but think the boy with dimples looks rather familiar but can't seem to place your finger on it. shrugging, you simply begin preparing to write your essay by taking out your laptop and notes from your classics ge. the moment you finish is when you hear your name being called.

"choi y/n-ssi, your honey cinnamon iced latte," the server's voice calls. on your way to receive your awaiting drink, you can finally hear the voices of the two boys sitting two booths down from you.

"did your crush just say choi y/n?" the one with the hat says.

'yes, that's me,' you think to yourself nonchalantly.

"weren't you just watching their stream, heeseung hyung?" another voice says as you pick up your latte and thank the server.

wait, heeseung? as in lee heeseung? it's when you turn around with your drink in hand that you notice the two males looking straight at you. now you're able to make out the features of the boy with the cap, and there's no mistaking it.

"lee heeseung?" you mutter out loud at the same time he speaks out yours.

well, maybe that wasn't what you were expecting today, but hey, life is full of surprises, even if they are one after the other for you. after that unexpected encounter, you and heeseung acquainted yourselves, he invited you to sit with them, and now you're sitting at their table, awkwardly sipping on your latte.

"right, so should i leave?" the other boy, who you found out is studytuber and vlogger yang jungwon (which is why he looked familiar to you), blurts out. you chuckle as heeseung shakes his shoulder lightly. "what? you two clearly have to talk about something, i need to study."

"yea, yea, lover boy. make sure you say bye to your crush on the way out," the male dancer teases, causing the younger one to turn bright red.

"don't call me that, hyung," he mutters before picking up his bag and leaving the booth. sure enough, you watch as jungwon passes by the counter and erupts into a nervous mess the moment the server beams at him.

"ah... so he likes them?" you think out loud.

"yup, it's been almost four months now. i'm the reason he even knows this cafe and that server exists," heeseung mentions, making you nod courteously. he turns his attention back to you with his hand placed under his chin. "but their relationship is besides the point. let's talk about us."

"d-did you have to put it that way?" the forwardness catches you off-guard, and you suddenly have a harder time swallowing a sip of your coffee.

"sorry," he says with a teasing smile. "i just think the collab i mentioned would be good for both of us, and it'll be really fun too."

"i agree, people who like you will come to me and vice versa," you nod. "but do you know what we would be dancing to?"

"so does that mean you're in?" he asks, smile starting to grow on his face. wordlessly, you roll your eyes and hold out your hand for him to shake. that's when his full smile comes out, causing your cheeks to heat up as you think about how much more handsome it makes him look. taking your hand, heeseung shakes it with his vigorously. "alright, dance partner, we have a deal."

after much deliberation and research, the two of you finally agree on troublemaker by the duo hyuna and hyunseung. heeseung suggested this song, stating that he always wanted to do the choreo with somebody and that it's destiny that both males have a name that starts with h and ends with seung. quite frankly, it's not like you could find much anyway, besides some cool music bank mc stages, it is cool that troublemaker was originally an opposite-gender duo in the korean entertainment industry.

the choreography however is an entirely different story. at many points, hyuna's body is touched by hyunseung and vice versa, but if they can do it and stay professional, then you believe you can too. besides, dancing will always be just dancing. heeseung also assures you that if you want, the two of you can just have your hands hovering, which makes you feel relieved to have an understanding partner.

hours pass by, and you and heeseung decide to meet at your usual dance studio daily after all your classes, which wasn't hard because he also frequented the same one.

"i still can't believe we attend the same university," you say aloud as the both of you pack up your laptops and supplies.

"i know right, you would think one of us would recognize the dance studio we go to 24/7, right?" he laughs. "although, i've seen you use a different one sometimes."

"do you really watch my covers and streams often?" you ask baffled. he and you wave the workers goodbye and make your way to the brisk evening air waiting outside as the staff sends you off.

"i do, is that so hard to believe?"

"a little," you reply sheepishly.

"well, let me walk you to your dorm and prove to you how much of a choi y/n stan i am," he boasts, and you let yourself laugh freely as you walk beside him to your destination.

it's strange, knowing a famous youtuber you watched also knew and followed you, but then again, you're not exactly nobody either. when heeseung drops you off, he admits that he actually lives a few floors above you and that you two can walk home together after each rehearsal. it's even stranger, knowing a famous youtuber literally has been on your campus, in the same dorm building as you, and this whole time, the two of you have both been clueless as to the other's existence as an ordinary college student.

speaking of which, he can't be a dance major, right? otherwise, you would've already seen him! these thoughts keep you tossing and turning to the point you don't register when you fell asleep. when you wake up, you feel as if you didn't get any sleep at all, but get up and ready nevertheless, going through another regular day as a dance major.

by the time your classes are over, you walk out of the studio yawning about to stop by your dorm to freshen up and maybe fit in a nap. you're holding a hand over your mouth mid-yawn when a voice starts talking to you.

"good thing i stopped by to get coffee." you open your eyes and close your mouth to see lee heeseung holding two cups of coffee. he's dressed in an oversized white shirt and grey sweatpants, a common dance practice outfit, so why is your heart skipping so many beats. "yo, choi y/n."

"heeseung," you say, still shocked. he hands you the coffee, which is actually the same flavor you got yesterday. "thanks."

"no problem," he replies coolly. "maybe we should take a break before we get to it?"

"i'll be fine, how about we can start watching the choreo?"

"they're always ready to dance," he nods with an impressed smile. "as expected of a dance major."

the two of you walk inside and book a studio for a few hours as you raise an eyebrow at him. "wait, what major are you?"

"music production."

"that makes so much sense!" you say relieved, stepping into the studio room for the umpteenth time. "i was racking my brains wondering what major you were."

"so the famous choi y/n is curious about me?" he smirks. you groan and facepalm in response. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. let's watch the video on my tablet?"

nodding, the two of you watch carefully, eyes glued to the screen at your respective roles. you hold your breath at some touchy parts but also notice that both idols were able to shine in their solos.

"a few tweaks here and there, and it'll be perfect," heeseung comments once the video is over. "but let's go over some boundaries, yeah? let me know what you're comfortable with and what you're not."

"right," you agree, once again relieved to have such a safe and understanding partner like him. "well, i think i'm okay with you touching my arms, shoulders, and hips like hyunseung did to hyuna. i just need some time to get used to it."

"alright, that sounds good," he says nodding with a hand under his chin. "then for today, i'll just hover my hands over the places they need to be."

"what a gentleman," you tease.

he rolls his eyes playfully at you. "let's start marking."

and so that's what the two of you start on. with the video on the tablet, you go through the motions with the speed lowered, eventually picking up more moves until you're able to follow at the normal speed. as expected of the top two dancers on youtube, the two of you are quick on observing and learning the dance and get done with basic marking within 20 minutes or so.

after marking, you take a quick water break to watch the video again in full detail, officially beginning your first real practice. as promised, throughout the entirety of marking, heeseung has kept his hands to himself, but you've become comfortable enough to have him do a little more.

before you start practicing for real, you decide to speak with him. "hee," you call him as he puts down his water bottle.

"hm?" he confirms that you have his attention, looking up with his large doe-like eyes while wiping his mouth off from some excess water.

"uhm.." you fidget with your top a little before mustering up some courage. "you can do light touches now for the choreo."

"really? are you sure?" you nod at his question, causing him to come up to you and ruffle your hair lightly. you bat his hands away with a pout, smoothing out the mess he made as he laughs at you. "that's great, y/n," he says with a bright smile, unknowingly making your heart beat a little faster as you nod again. in your head, you rush to cover up the physical reaction with an excuse that it's just from the amount of exercise you've done.

the two of you stand in front of the mirror, ready to go. before the music starts, heeseung turns to you and says, "just let me know if i make you uncomfortable at all."

"i'll be fine," you reassure him with a small smile. that's when the song begins, and the sparks start to fly. every move flowed like water, yet every touch between the two of you was like electricity as if the two elements were working together instead of fighting. even though the touches are light, they still put chills up your spine, in a way that you can only describe with the phrase "meant to happen."

was fate moving its course to put this match together, or were you imagining it? you're not sure, but you grin while catching your breath once the first practice is over. falling to the floor softly, you sit with your hands splayed behind you and let out a relieved sigh. "ahh... dancing is so... great!"

heeseung chuckles at your reaction and offers a hand to get you up. "i'm glad you think that because we got a lot more practice ahead of us, partner."

"yup!" you say with a widening smile. the moment you took his hand, you felt an electric jolt that almost made you let go. getting up, you shake it off and barely catch the expression on your dance partner's face. "is something the matter?"

he blinks a bit before he's shaking his head with that charming smirk of his. "nope! let's practice!"

practice, practice, practice. that's how the next few hours go. and just like the day before, heeseung walks you to your dorm building, this time the conversation about how excited the two of you are for the recording.

that's basically how the next four or so days go, now that heeseung came into your life. your daily routine of wake up, eat, class, dance, repeat was shaken by him, because now he was a part of it. it's an indescribable feeling, hanging out with him. the best word, or phrase actually, is the same one you used while dancing with him: meant to be.

so when you finally get to the day of recording, you almost don't want it to end. at least, that's what you're telling your best friend and makeup artist, kim sunoo.

"friend, you're telling me that you and this guy have been following along to..." he tells you to look up as he curls your eyelashes. "a dance like that for four days and you've been getting shocks this whole time?"

"i mean, yeah?"

"y/n, i love you, but you're missing a little something, aren't you?"

"wha-!?"

"pucker up, sweetie, we're making your lips look kissable," sunoo commands. you do an eye-roll but do as he says. "if you don't ask him out or do something by the end of this, you can at least kiss your best shot at a boyfriend goodbye with luscious lips."

he finishes applying the color and asks you to rub your lips together and make that pop sound. "perfect," your best friend compliments. "go out there and get your mans."

"thank you, sunoo!" you say, gazing at your reflection in the mirror and loving the way he accentuated your features. "by the way, you're all talk. you should ask your celebrity crush out when they appear on your channel."

"i'll get there when i get there!" he whines and starts pushing you out of his dorm room. "just go get 'em, tiger."

with that, you make your way to the dance studio where heeseung is waiting for you, dressed in hyunseung's iconic suit with the leopard-patterned blazer. your heart quickens, seeing how much more handsome he looks dressed up, hair slicked back and some makeup done. he looks up upon hearing the door open and his mouth slightly hangs open as well.

the both of you are silent as you approach him, in your equally bedazzling outfit, sheer to mimic hyuna's stage dress. "you look amazing," the two of you say at the same time. stunned at the simultaneous sentence, you two immediately start guffawing at how this was unlike your usual interactions.

"that was so awkward!" you blurt out, unable to contain your laughter.

"yea, not like us at all," he admits while he wipes a stray tear from laughing too hard away. smiling at each other, you admire the way his eyes reflect your image and sparkle. "you ready to get this show on the road."

"ready as i'll ever be." the two of you get into your positions on the opposite ends of the room, and heeseung starts the camera and the music soon after. you take each step slowly to meet him in the middle as he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips to give it a kiss while smirking. you keep your face professional as the two of you take a few steps forward, the back of his fingers curled over the front of yours.

starting back-to-back, you walk forward a bit before the beat drops and heeseung's part begins. you're on autopilot as you dance your fingers from his chest to his shoulders, and then the chorus comes. hips swaying, you're able to feel his hands' light taps on your body as the two of you lose yourself to the music you've danced to hundreds of times this week.

then, it's your killing part as you lipsync hyuna's rap and take bold steps around heeseung's body, ending up behind him to bring your hands over his shoulders and make a scratching movement across his chest. you step towards his side, do your thing, and walk away as if playing hard to get.

you wait for his part during the bridge and make a side glance towards him before moving towards him and performing the hip-heavy part of the chorus together. your partner moves his face up along your arm, taking it in like you're a statue. you then act like you brush him away when heeseung gets close enough. after this second chorus, you're leaving him to do his big solo, watching carefully as he makes his every move precise and crisp yet flow well.

it's the last chorus now, and this time, you can't take your eyes off each other as you finally face one another. you stay drowning in his shades of brown without a single misstep until you have to walk away from him. you wait for him to come towards you, back slightly turned away as he jaunts forward, making his way to be captured by your hand behind his neck.

the last breath of the song is the one where you're supposed to turn your head away as his own chases yours, but this time, you brave forward and lean in close. the music fades away, but all you hear is his breathing, feeling it against your own.

you stay like this, ensnared in each other's arms, forgetting about everything except the person wrapped close to you as you feel his every breath against your lips and every inhale and exhale under your hand. he searches your eyes, looking for some kind of sign. "do you mind if i—"

that was all you needed before you're pressing your lips against his. it only takes seconds for him to kiss you back, moving his hands from their previous position on your hips to hold your face. becoming breathless from dancing was one thing, becoming breathless from kissing heeseung was another thing entirely, it was in a league of its own you note as you pull away and rest your forehead on his.

"we'll have to edit that out," you say after what seemed like ages of taking each other in while chuckling.

"i have a better idea than editing."

"oh, and what's that, handsome?"

"look at you getting all bold, troublemaker," heeseung replies with that smile of his. he shakes his head, moving away from you and taking your hand in his. "how about we go on our first official date as youtube's top dancer couple?"

"that does sound like a better idea," you agree, your own smile widening.

"then let's make it happen, sweetheart."

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a/n: wow this was a long one!! i'm not sure if i detailed all the movements well, but i hope you all enjoyed it nevertheless <3

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velvett-tearss · 4 years ago

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Checkmate — Eren Jaeger

summary: A vicious cycle where you and Eren fight over who gets to light the match while dousing each other in gasoline.

warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, domestic altercation, slut-shaming, gaslighting, cheating, heavy cursing, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, fem!reader (she/her)

genre: modern au, angst (?)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: my venus scorpio hates to love Eren lmao pls don’t think this is a healthy relationship, (lmk if i forgot any other warnings pls), this was on repeat while i wrote, hope you enjoy it <3 (again, pls lmk if I missed anything!) and stay safe!

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it anymore, you knew that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you had.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

He didn't worry about feelings, responsibilities, or duty. He didn't care if he came back later than he said he would you, if he left you waiting in that pretty dress you had picked out just for him.

And, you loathed that about him. You loathed that Eren Jaeger was free. Totally and utterly free of everything and anything. Nothing would hold him back. He wouldn't allow it to come to pass.

He had his freedom, but you had something else.

You questioned things when you weren't satisfied with the answer you had been given. You did things just to see what would happen after. You pushed people just to see how long it would take from them to fall over the edge.

You had often been told you were simply too much to deal with. That you pushed people's buttons until they no longer wanted to be around you. That you stole parts of their sanity until they had no choice other than to run away.

But, you never saw it like that. You didn't mean to be a parasite who ate away at people's peace and patience. You simply liked testing your boundaries.

So, you preferred the word curious.

Maybe Eren had been walking around the earth without shackles his entire life, but you knew everyone was a prisoner to something, even someone like him.

Naturally, you wanted to see what it would take for Eren to break. He was so shameless, so completely free of any care in the world. Eren obeyed his own rules and his alone. He was such an inconsistent asshole half the time, but you couldn't help yourself.

You wouldn't forgive yourself if you had looked away from that charming smile and those pretty teal eyes.

Despite the facade of him being a simple-minded person, you found out what was truly hiding underneath the mask.

Eren was intemperate with a sharp tongue and a loud mouth. He did things his way, and there would be no other option. There was such a mix of emotions boiling inside him, it was like it was asking to be disrupted.

How could you not indulge yourself?

You knew it would be gratifying to see how he would react when backed into a corner. Would he cry like the others? Would he fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness? Or, would he shut down?

How long would it take for him to leave you?

Eren was already known to be hot-headed, and you wondered what it was like to burn. You figured it wouldn't take long to find out how far you could push him. He was the crybaby type, so you didn't think he would be hard to crack.

But, he wasn't like the others.

See, Eren Jaeger wasn't a person who would easily crack. He wasn't the guy who gave up under pressure. In fact, he was the complete opposite. He was a fighter, and he would stop at nothing till victory was his.

It was only too bad for him that you were the same. Your thirst would only be quenched when you saw him break. You needed it more than you had ever needed anything.

You pushed, and he pushed harder. You shouted, and he shouted louder. You bitched and moaned and complained and did awful things to him, and Eren did them right back.

It was an endless cycle between the two of you.

You would do something to tick him off. Maybe it was telling him how Jean looked so sexy in black or how Armin's intelligence was out of this world you didn't know how he wasn't dating anyone.

Perhaps you were a parasite who ate away at your own liberty to do what you wished. You stretched yourself to push him into a corner, and it always worked.

Whatever it was, Eren would explode on you. You knew it pushed his buttons, it fucked with his mind, and that's why you did it. Because maybe it would be the day he finally gave in to the pain you inflicted on him and leave you for good.

Sometimes it would be him doing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps you wore something too short, so he called you a whore before fucking you like one. Or, he didn't answer your texts all night because he was with God-knows-who.

You shouted at him, called him all sorts of different names, and even trashed his apartment if you felt like it. Eren would fight with you, blame you for pushing him far enough as to dip a toe in the unforgiving pool of infidelity, and the two of you wouldn't speak for a week or so.

"I can't even walk around my own damn apartment without you being so annoying!" Eren shouted with so much force you held back a flinch. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, green eyes wondering about the room.

You didn't know if he was shit-faced, high, or a mix of both. You didn't care anymore. It seemed like you had been arguing for hours, but who really knew? All perception of time was lost on you when you were around Eren.

All this started because he asked you to stay the night at his apartment. He usually preferred to go out and have some fun around town, but this was his way of making it up to you for leaving you stranded at the restaurant on your last date.

Well, it was a way for the both of you to make up with each other. Before Eren decided to steal your phone and drive away without you, the waiter serving you had left his number for you. It was only the consequence of your actions earlier that night.

You spent most of the evening flirting with him every chance you got. Batting your eyelashes at him, leaning against the table the slightest so he could get a peak of the dainty little necklace that sat pretty on your cleavage.

He wasn't even that attractive, really — you and Eren both knew that — but he still let his emotions get the best of him. If there was one thing you could trust to be consistent it was his red-hot anger.

"Don't leave when I'm talking to you!" Eren ordered, green eyes blazing hard at the back of your head. He watched you walked around the house, following you to continue your argument. "What? You're gonna go and cry like a little bitch now?"

"Why can't you leave me alone, Eren?!" you screamed, grabbing your sweater and shoving it into your bag. You turned around only to find him inches from your face. "I'm not staying here if you're gonna be a dick!"

He let out a dry chuckle as you continued gathering your things. "What a perfect fucking excuse to go fuck that jerk in your class, right?" Eren hissed, reaching to grab your arm. "Gosh, can't you ever just keep your legs closed for a night?!"

"Keep my legs closed?!" you shot back, shoving him away from you. "You're the one who's been out doing who-knows-what, Eren! You're the one who comes home with lipstick stains from whichever whore you fucked!"

"You shouldn't talk about your friends like that."

You snapped your neck to him.

His face was stony with his jaw clenched, and his hands balled up in fists. None of those things frightened you, though; it was those eyes of him. Those pretty green eyes that had once stared at you so sweetly, so lovingly long ago.

Now, all you could see were glaciers in his irises.

You swallowed down the thick lump in your throat. "You are such a fucking dick." you declared, averting your gaze from his cold one. You advanced to the door, but he caught your arm in his grip again.

"Let go of me." you ordered, attempting to pry his hand off your arm, but he wouldn't budge. "Fuck, Eren. Are you fucking stupid and deaf? I said—"

Your voice got caught in your throat when he shoved you against the wall of his bedroom. He had you caged in, one hand pinning you to the wall and the other right beside you.

It seemed like Eren learned from the last time he tried to keep you from escaping. His last efforts of getting you to stay put were always futile, and you somehow still managed to break away every time.

He always tried to grab you a second time, but you left his cheek with a bright red outline of your palm, smacking him good and hard before leaving his apartment in a fray.

None of your past escapes mattered right now, so you continued squirming around in effort to release yourself from his iron clutch. "Wow, I guess you're not as stupid as you look." you scoffed, your other hand clawing at his.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren ordered, but you continued your attempts to leave that were only feeble against his strength.

"Why don't you go with your other girlfriends, hmm?" You scoffed, reaching for his wrist and struggling to release your arm. "Tch, Eren, you're fucking hurting me. Stop—"

He brought you towards him, pulling you into his arms. You let out a grunt of disapproval as you tried to shimmy out of his crushing hug. "Oh, my gosh, let me go! I don't want you!" you protested, pushing your hand against his hard chest to create space between you, but he thrusted you back into his chest.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren murmured into your ear. He had one hand wrapped around your upper back, keeping you close to him, while the other held your wrist tightly to stop you from pushing him away.

His shirt still smelled like the cologne you gifted him for his last birthday. Eren was extra kind to you that day, holding your hand and giving you kisses on the cheek.

The fresh scent was familiar on your nose. You breathed it in, allowing yourself to give in to his touch. "I'm not a bitch." you told him, closing your eyes. You hoped it would help you travel back in time to that beautiful spring day.

He only grunted in response, leaning his head against the top of yours. You felt the slight brush of air down your neck when he let out a sigh. The hand that held your wrist released it, finding purchase on your waist.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Eren's fingers found solace in the ends of your hair. You hadn't realized how much his words affected you until you felt your hair twirl around his fingers.

Did he really think you were a bitch? Is that why as much as you loved his cologne, you could still smell the unfamiliar scent of someone else on him?

If he cared about you, why would he leave you alone in his messy apartment all night? Why would he even bother inviting you? Why did he make an effort to speak to you so lovely that your heart fluttered?

"I just wanted to have a nice time with my girl, and you're making that so difficult. Why?" Eren questioned softly, a strand of your hair between his fingers. "Why do you go out of your way to do shit that irritates me?"

Tears prickled your eyes. "I could ask you the same thing." you replied, holding back the urge to sniffle. How could you not cry when he hurt you? You loved him with so much of yourself, and everything he did seemed like it was just to cause you harm.

"You're so mean to me, Eren. You never treat me like you should."

"I know." he said, the movement of his mouth against your head. "I don't mean to treat you like that, baby. I'm sorry. I really am." You didn't believe him, though. You didn't even want to look into his eyes because you feared you would be right.

You let out a sigh, wiping the tear that escaped the corner of your eye on his shirt. "You're bad for me, Eren." you stated, turning your head to rest against his shoulder. "You're a bad guy and a bad boyfriend. You cheat on me and call my names, and you make me cry."

Eren hummed, rubbing your back in circles. "I'll be better. I'll try harder this time." he offered, his tone almost sounding pleading on your ears. "I promise I'll do better for you."

You didn't believe it. Eren couldn't do better. He was sick with an incurable disease. He no longer felt safe in his own body. He couldn't trust his thoughts to lead him to the correct answer. It all started when he met you, and your infection spread throughout his entire system.

You had infiltrated his way of thinking and acting, his way of feeling and speaking. Eren Jaeger would never be the same person he was before he met you.

He couldn't hide his disdain when he was around his friends, not with all the remarks you made of them. Did you really think Jean was better looking than him? Was it his hair?

Maybe he should start spending more time in the library. Would that make him him look smarter in your eyes? Would you come to him for help with your homework or would you still go to Armin?

And, it was in your silence that his questions of doubt were answered. "You don't believe me." Eren stated as if he were reading the very thoughts from your mind.

A bolt of lightning shot through your spine at his tone. This was the side of your boyfriend you hadn't quite figured out yet. He could loving and playful and crack jokes all day, and mean and standoffish where he wouldn’t even look at you, but he could also be fucking sadist.

His fist curled into the roots of your hair, yanking your head back to meet his gaze. There was a sharp ache pounding on the back of your head, but you forgot all about it when you saw the slight curl of his lip.

"No one else would put up with you. You know that, don't you?" Eren asked you, green eyes appearing darker than they ever had. "You know no one would ever give you the time of day like I do."

"I know." you managed to tell him, leaning into where he gripped your hair to ease the pain you felt.

"Do you?" he questioned, raising a brow.

You tried your best to keep the hammering of your heart against your chest from showing on your face. Eren may have been a sadist, but he wasn't the only one.

"Yes, Eren." you stated, deciding to take a risk and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. You felt him tense under your touch. "You misunderstand me. I only what what's best for you and me. That's all I ever wanted."

He furrowed a brow at your words.

Sure, you would admit that Eren had power over you. He was stronger than you, taller than you, quicker than you. He was the one who had your back against a wall, and it was your hair in his fist.

But, you had something he didn't. You honed the skill he wouldn't be able to polish for years to come. He may have been overly aggressive and carried the ability to make an environment where he would always be the person with the most power, but you had experience.

And, that was something he couldn’t create.

"I've done so much for you, Eren. Why would I go through all this struggle if I didn't want to be with you?" you explained, forcing a pout on your lips. "Is that how you feel about me?"

His grip on your head began to loosen. "No," Eren forced out, eyebrows so scrunched forward they lost their sharpness. "That's not what I want. I was—"

"If you know that, then why would you stand me up?" you demanded, gazing you at him. "If you know all I want is for you to be happy, why would you start a fight with me? You know I would never hurt you like that, baby."

"I didn't mean to start a fight." Eren admitted, swallowing. "I just don't want you to leave me. I don't want to be alone. I don't know what—"

"I know. You don't have to explain it to me, baby. I know exactly what you're thinking." you told him, reaching for his hand to hold in yours. "It's okay, Eren. I know you wouldn't ever want to hurt me, right?"

He nodded, teal eyes watching as you brought his hand to your pillowy lips. You placed a feathery kiss against his knuckles. It had been so soft, so sweet that he wanted to cry.

He had just had car sex with one of the girls who lived in your dormitory's building, and you were kind enough to give him another chance. He did something that hurt you, and you still only wanted what was best for him.

"I love you." Eren sputtered out. His eyes were wide at you, and his voice sounded like he was begging you for something you refused to give him.

You let out a sweet sigh, eyes snapping to his. "You love me?" you repeated, taking a moment to savor the way the words felt on your tongue. Your brows furrowed at the words. "Do you really?"

He nodded quickly, maneuvering his hand to hold yours. He peppered kisses along your fingers, your knuckles. "I do. I really fucking do. I love you." Eren assured, kissing the inside of your hand before grabbing the side of your face.

You raised a brow as he planted soft, needy kisses along your cheeks. "How much do you love me, Eren?" you inquired, bringing your hand to massage his scalp.

Eren swallowed, looking up at you. He was quiet. You blinked back at him, waiting for his answer. You had been so surprised to find he had nothing to offer you in that moment.

You quirked a brow at his silence. "How much, Eren? How much do you love me?" you repeated, voice advancing from a curious tone to a demanding one.

He shook his head, bringing your lips to meet his gently. He tasted like . . . was it honey? Or was it just how sweet the lies he told sounded on your ears?

You weren't able to tell what his mouth tasted like, but you knew you had earned another spit sister? Had he kissed her the way he kissed you? Did he feed her the same lies he did you? Could she taste him? Was she able to put a finger on what the candied flavor on his lips was?

Eren pulled back from you slightly. You couldn’t tell if it was his turquoise eyes that were glassy or if it was yours. "Too much." he told you, lips brushing against yours. "I love you too much." He collided his face with yours, tongue slipping into your open mouth.

His kisses travelled lower — along your jaw, down your nec. He sucked hard when he found your pulse-point, only stopping once a soft moan escaped your swollen lips.

There really wasn't a way you would ever leave him, even if you tried to. Despite all the fights, all the times you professed your hate for him, all the times you tried tried to break it off, Eren stayed with you.

But, it was the same for him. Even if you hurt him, flirt with his friends right in front of him, cuss him out and manipulate him the way you had already done a profuse amount of times in the past, Eren would always love you. How could he not?

Maybe it was because both of you were equally fucked in the head, or because you both loved the concept of pain whether you be playing the role of the inflicted or inflicter, but in some twisted way, you never wanted to leave him.

Somewhere in the messed up relationship that you two had, you realized you loved him. God, you fucking loved him, even if he treated you like a pet.

And, he was your favorite toy. Yours to use and to lie and to fuck. Whether Eren Jaeger was so free he couldn't help but trample over you, or you were too much, too curious that you pushed him to the very brink and a little more, one thing wouldn't change.

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it, you figured that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you did.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

note: welp they were toxic huh

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a bitch [one] // leigh shaw

summary: you're used to leigh's constant mood swings and unpredictability, but didn't expect she'd ever do something to hurt you like she did.

warning/s: cheating

author's note: an angsty leigh shaw imagine was requested, so here we are! there's one more part to this so enjoy 😊

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Leigh Shaw could be a very unpredictable woman.

Ever since the unfortunate death of her husband, Matt, she'd become very erratic. It was hard to remember what she was like before he died, but then she'd flash me a smile and say something adorable and I remembered. Other times though, she could be as explosive as they came. If you ever got swept up in her mood swings, you'd be screwed.

Despite this, I remained by her side. That's what best friends did. Even when she yelled at me or gave me the cold shoulder or treated me like dirt, I stayed because I knew that was what she needed.

One time, a few months after Matt's death, I was stopping by to see how she was. A prime example of the cold effect she could have on people.

I raised my hand to knock, but the door suddenly swung open, revealing a peeved Jules and a pissed Leigh further behind her in the hallway.

"Hey," I greeted her sister with a smile, but she moved past me moodily. I glanced at Leigh before catching Jules' arm, stopping her. "What happened?"

Jules smiled bitterly. "You know, you should reconsider where you put your care, Y/N. Some people just aren't worth it."

At that last part, she glared over my shoulder, no doubt at Leigh. I turned to look at Leigh, who merely stuck a middle finger up at her sister before storming towards to the kitchen.

"What a bitch," Jules mumbled, making me wince because it was such a horrible word.

Jules shook me off before marching to her car to leave. I sighed and turned around to let myself in to their house. Closing the door behind me, I followed after Leigh and found her making toast in the kitchen angrily.

"Hey," I began softly, not wanting to give her another reason to get pissed off. Sitting on a stool at the island, I asked, "What happened?"

She forced a smile as she grabbed her toast from the toaster and dropped it on a plate. "My sister can't respect my space is all."

I pursed my lips awkwardly, watching as she grabbed butter from the fridge. Noticing my silence, she glanced up at me through her eyelashes.

"What?" she deadpanned, pausing from her actions.

"I don't think Jules is trying to upset you," I began, knowing I'd probably regret it. "I'm sure she understands you want space, but she loves you. And when you see someone you love hurting, you feel like you have to do something."

A sour smile broke out on her face as she scoffed. "Wow. Could you have your head stuck any further up Jules' arse?"

"Leigh, that's not what I'm–"

"What the hell are you even doing here?" she snapped. "I didn't invite you, Y/N."

Tensing my jaw, I refrained from getting annoyed. "Believe it or not, I actually wanted to check on you."

She curled her lips into a frown. "Well, I'm fine."

As if to prove that she was, she continued to butter her toast, but when she set her knife down, it slipped off the edge of the table and clattered to the floor. Frustrated, she slammed a fist on the countertop.

"It's okay, I'll–"

"Just get out," she cut me off when I was making a move to help her. I paused, wondering if she meant it, then her deadly green glare settled on my face. "Leave."

Sighing with defeat, I nodded and wordlessly left.

—

Sometimes Leigh wouldn't apologise. She'd act like nothing had happened and we'd move on. Other times, she actually would, surprisingly recognising that she'd done something wrong.

There was this one time when I'd invited her over for the evening to eat dinner and watch some films. The dinner went perfectly fine – we talked, we laughed, we spent time together – but then when we settled in the living room to watch a film, things started to unravel.

I can't remember exactly what she'd said. One second we were choosing a film on Netflix, then she was trying to make plans with me on the weekend. Unfortunately, I already had plans with my girlfriend, Alex, and Leigh didn't seem to like this. She'd made a comment under her breath and though I don't remember it specifically, I knew it wasn't polite.

Before I knew it, we were screaming at each other, arguing over the dumbest things. It started off being about my girlfriend and then the most unrelated stuff was being brought up on both of our ends. Sometimes she could be so aggravating, managing to rile me up and bring the worst out in me. The argument lasted a few minutes before she left, leaving me seething and full of hurt.

It was the following day at work when she came to see me next. I owned a café a few doors down from her mother's dance studio and was working a shift when her sister came through the front door.

I smiled at her when she approached the counter dressed in gym gear, her usual getup when at work with her family.

"Hey, how're you doing, Jules?" I asked.

"I'm good," she greeted with a smile, before it faded. "Just a warning, Y/N, Leigh is incoming in one minute. She wants to apologise."

Eyes rolling with mild annoyance, I let out a sigh. As dreadful as our spat was last night, I knew I had to also apologise to her. I'd said some hurtful things that made me feel all icky inside. Going to sleep after a fight was never a nice feeling.

"I don't know how you've put up with her for this long," Jules commented, picking up a cupcake from the display. "She can be so horrible to you."

I frowned, not feeling comfortable talking badly of Leigh behind her back. "That's not fair, Jules. You know what she's going through."

Jules gave me a knowing look. "I do, but that doesn't give her a free pass to treat you like she does."

Shrugging, I busied myself with cleaning up the crumbs from Jules' cupcake and giving her a plate.

"I take it you're going to forgive her then," she stated, though she definitely knew the answer judging from her expression.

"We both said some things we shouldn't have," I tried to explain so it didn't seem like I was giving in so easily, which deep down, I definitely knew I was, but Leigh was worth it.

Jules chuckled. "Yep, you're forgiving her. Looks like it's Leigh's lucky day."

I didn't say anything as she picked up the plate, ready to take a seat at one of the tables. Just as she was about to leave, she paused thoughtfully.

"You know, if you didn't have a girlfriend already, I'd say you were whipped," she said casually.

Ignoring her words, I watched her take her a seat on one of the spare tables. She made jokes like that a lot, but the truth was that I would probably do anything for Leigh. We'd been best friends since university – that was way too long to simply throw away our friendship because she was going through a tough time. And yes, the girlfriend talk threw me off at times... by the time I'd realised I liked Leigh as more than a friend, she was engaged. And I got over it, but Jules continued with the jokes and I continued to dismiss it.

As Jules warned, Leigh entered the café and caught my eyes with a nervous smile. I returned it, just as nervous as she looked, before watching her approach the counter. She was dressed in gym gear, like her sister, but a fine layer of sweat coated her skin which made me think she may have just finished teaching a class.

"Hey," she said with a rare gentleness to her voice. Her hands rested on the counter, fumbling slightly, before she put them by her sides instead. "How are you?"

Uncomfortably, I played with a loose thread on my apron. "I've been better, not gonna lie."

She exhaled regretfully. "I want to apologise, Y/N. Last night... it wasn't fair what I did. Just snapping at you like that."

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet and avoided her eyes.

"I just get so angry sometimes," she admitted, noticing I wouldn't speak. She sounded exhausted and I looked up to see her running a hand through her hair. "I can't explain it. My anger at you wasn't about Alex or the plans, it was just me."

"It's because you're still hurting," I told her what I'd observed, shoulders relaxing. "And you're not very good at expressing that."

She shook her head, eyes drifting to the till distractedly. "I should be because I keep hurting the people I love."

My heart ached at the devastation in her voice and I put my hand out, motioning for her to take it. Thankfully, she did and I squeezed hers gently.

"Look, let's just forget it happened," I said with a small smile. "I... I didn't exactly say the nicest of things either."

She grimaced, letting go of my hand. "No, I get why you said it. It wasn't fair of me to just start on you like that. You were just defending your girlfriend... God, I can be such a bitch sometimes."

I winced at the word, it grating my ears. "That's not true, Leigh."

"It is." She nodded slowly, rolling her eyes. "Everybody thinks it. Including you."

"I don't think that," I said with creased brows, meeting her saddened eyes. "You're not a bitch. I've never once thought that."

"Really?" She raised a brow, smiling with defeat. "Not even that time when I stole your doughnuts after that fight we had two weeks ago?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Not even when I snapped at you for no reason the other day when you tried to help me write my article?"

"Not even then."

Her expression softened with guilt. "Not even when I called you a selfish jerk last night for not wanting to spend time with me even though you have a life of your own?"

I rounded the counter and stopped before her, looking between her guilt-ridden eyes. "Especially not then, Leigh."

She breathed out quietly and I pulled her in for a hug, glad when I felt her relax beneath me. Her arms clasped around my waist and I was glad we were good again.

—

It was a year later when Leigh and I eventually got together as a couple. It was a long time after I broke up with my girlfriend and it was completely unexpected.

I'd invited Leigh to be my 'date' to my mum's birthday party, since the two had gotten on so well in the past. She was happy to oblige, but as soon as we arrived, her mood changed.

I was helping collect the pizzas from the delivery guy when he started to flirt with me. At the time, I didn't even realise, but I knew that Leigh had acted different since it happened. When I finally confronted her about her sudden mood swing, she proceeded to make out with me completely unexpectedly and then admitted she was in love with me.

I'm not gonna lie, it was a good time. Since breaking up with my girlfriend, I'd been single and falling for my best friend all over again. Leigh making the first move was all I'd needed to finally share how I felt, too.

That was six months ago, and since then, we'd been going strong. Of course, there were still times when she had her mood swings and took it out on me (and literally everyone else) without realising, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I was used to it, used to her. So much that I should have trusted her even when presented with conflicting evidence.

We were at her workplace, Basically News, where she wrote columns part-time. It was a work party she'd been invited to and she'd asked me to be her date, which of course I said yes to. At the moment, we may or may not have been a little tipsy as we stood in the corner, drinking from flutes of champagne.

"Thank you again for coming here tonight as my date," Leigh said with a grin, arms laced around my neck as she held me close.

Pressing a kiss to my lips briefly, she pulled away and left my head spinning, and not just because of the alcohol.

"Any excuse to not be on the closing shift at work is good enough for me," I said playfully, resting my hands behind her waist.

She gasped. "Oh? So it wasn't me who persuaded you to come tonight?"

I pulled a face, feigning forgetfulness. "Hmm, I'm not too sure. Maybe you'll have to remind me why I agreed to come."

She bit her lip to contain her grin, eyes flickering to my lips. Leaning in, her lips met mine and I closed my eyes, enjoying the way she combed her hand through my hair and tilted my head towards her so she could get better access. She was a really good kisser and she knew the effect she had on me as I felt her smirk into it, catching her breath, before chasing down my lips and nibbling on them temptingly.

Remembering where we were, I gently pushed her back and tried to contain my smile. "Make it PG, Leigh. You're at work."

She licked her lips and began to laugh, green eyes darting between mine. "You're just so cute."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "I don't want everyone here knowing how irresistible you are or they might try to steal you away."

Her laughter filled the air, making my stomach flip at the sound.

"Though I think they may already know that because of how sexy you look tonight," I added, eyes fluttering down her body to appreciate just how well she pulled off her fitted black dress.

She raised her brows with surprise, making me mirror her expression comically.

Leaning close to my ear, she said above a whisper, "D'you wanna know something not-so-sexy?"

Her breath tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine, making me tense up slightly. Judging from the expression on her face, she was very much aware of what she was doing to me.

"What?" I asked with amusement.

"I really need to pee," she said, and I began to laugh because she did, too, and I knew she wasn't kidding. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, she added, "I'll be right back."

Letting go of me, she waved goodbye before going to the toilets. I busied myself with getting to know her colleagues whilst I waited, until five minutes had passed and I realised she still hadn't returned. Deciding to check on her, I headed in the direction of the toilets, only to freeze when I saw something I definitely wasn't expecting.

Leigh was kissing another girl outside of them.

It was her colleague, Abby, that was the first thing I noticed. But I didn't stay to make out anything more as I immediately turned around and walked away, trying to make my brain catch up to what I'd just seen.

Leigh was kissing somebody else. Somebody that wasn't me. Somebody who I had always suspected had a thing for her, but I never considered that maybe Leigh had a thing for her, too.

Definitely not tipsy anymore, I found the nearest table and took a seat, trying not to assume the worst. But how else could I perceive what I'd just seen? It could have been a mistake, though I was so shocked and hurt and angry that I couldn't imagine how. Maybe she'd explain herself to me. Or maybe she'd tell me what actually happened. Maybe.

Leigh returned not long after, finding me at the table. Smiling like nothing had happened, she pulled me up and led me to dance. Not once, for the remainder of the evening, did she suggest that anything was out of the ordinary, nor did she explain herself. And I couldn't help but wonder how I had the worst luck with women.

This one hurt way more than the last time because it wasn't just anyone – it was Leigh.

—

A year and a half ago:

"Danny mentioned the breakdown you had last week because they didn't have doughnuts, so I, er, brought you these just in case."

Leigh cracked a small smile in the passenger's seat before accepting the box I held out to her. I'd just parked up outside the place where she went to her grief counselling group, having offered to drop her off. It had only been a few months since Matt died, but sometimes, the old Leigh shone back through and it made me feel hopeful that she'd make it through this.

"Thank you," she said genuinely, fingers wavering on top of the box, before she lifted her gaze to meet mine. "And thanks for the ride. You didn't have to."

I shrugged, thumb tapping the steering wheel mindlessly. "I don't mind. I just wanna make sure you get here okay."

She sighed, shaking her head, though a ghost of a smile was on her lips.

"Text me when you're done and I'll be happy to pick you up, too," I added casually.

"Thanks," she repeated, though didn't make a move to leave my car just yet. I didn't rush her.

Sadly, the silence was broken when my phone began to ring and my girlfriend's name flashed on the screen in my car where my phone was connected to. Glancing at Leigh, I just about made out the eye-roll she did.

"Sorry," I apologised, before declining the call instantly.

"Why d'you do that? Could've been urgent," she said with a clipped tone.

Oh, no, I thought. Whenever she used that tone, it meant she was picking a fight.

"I'm here with you," I said like it was obvious, hoping that one thing didn't ruin the moment.

She tensed her jaw, looking down as her hair fell around her face. "Whatever."

Before I could think of a way to make her feel better, the screen lit up again and my ringtone echoed through the car. I winced at the glare Leigh sent to the screen. If looks could kill, my car would be toast.

Declining the call, I looked to her worriedly. "What's wrong, Leigh?"

Her glare fell to me. "Why the hell do you keep declining it? She's calling you for a reason."

I raised my eyebrows. "Because I'm here with you? Alex can wait. I'm taking you to grief group."

"Well, I'm here at grief group," she mocked, turning to face me with an unexplainable frustration.

I didn't understand why she was so touchy all of a sudden. The car ride here, she'd been fine. Just a moment ago, she'd been fine. But now... now she was acting unreasonable.

My phone buzzed in my pocket suddenly, followed by a tone that signalled I had a text. Leigh smiled bitterly, rolling her eyes.

"Let me guess," she muttered. "It's her."

Still very much unable to keep up with her mood swings, I didn't answer. Her gaze snapped to mine as she stared at me with disbelief.

"Why the fuck aren't you checking it?!"

I grimaced, my own exasperation slipping out when I blurted, "I'm a little confused to what you want from me right now, Leigh!" Breathing out slowly, I said, "I'm sorry if this is bothering you. I'll turn off my phone next time."

As if I'd deeply offended her, she raised a brow incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Why would this bother me?"

Okay, I was extremely confused now.

"I don't know," I admitted, bewildered.

"Is that what you think of me? Some clingy bitch who won't let you live your life?"

I widened my eyes. "What?! Leigh! I never said–"

"Sorry if taking me is such a task," she said abruptly, moving to put the box of doughnuts on the dashboard.

"I never said that," I told her sternly.

"You didn't have to. I know already. I'm just a burden on everyone."

She got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. Meanwhile, my confusion was still trying to make out what the hell just happened.

"Don't bother picking me up," she said through the open window of the passenger's door. A scowl was on her face as she added, "You should go spend time with Alex. She's probably missing you."

Breathing out, I leaned back into my seat and watched her walk away and to the entrance of the building. When she acted like this – so push and pull with her emotions – I was so conflicted. What could possibly be going on in her mind that she managed to flip everything that just happened? A complete 180?

Knowing she'd just need some time to cool off, I shook my head and focused on leaving. But then I remembered my phone went off and pulled it out to see what was so important. Aside from two missed calls from Alex, I saw I had a voicemail, too, not a text.

Grumbling fo myself, still disgruntled by Leigh's attitude, I raised the phone to my ear to have a listen, whilst hoping it wasn't actually anything life-threatening.

At first, all I could hear was some very faint laughing and vague noises, kind of like material rubbing together and breathing. I assumed Alex had left me a voicemail without even realising since I'd done that countless of times to other people, having dropped my phone in my bag without realising it was still on. But then the noises became more distinct and I made out words.

"Jake, stop messing about," a voice said, whom I instantly recognised as my girlfriend.

I furrowed my brows. Jake? Jake as in the guy she worked with Jake?

"If you stop teasing me then maybe I will," a gravelly yet devious voice responded.

My throat went dry when I heard more laughter before it went quiet. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening, especially when the moans that followed echoed in my ear, begging me not to forget.

Unable to listen anymore, I hung up and threw my phone onto the passenger's seat. Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced over at it hesitantly, almost wishing it hadn't even existed. And as much as I didn't want to accept the glaring fact, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

She was cheating on me.

#leigh shaw #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw imagine #sorry for your loss #sorry for your loss imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine

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audreydoeskaren · 3 years ago

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I don’t know if you do costume reviews for (parts of) dramas, but if you’d be interested, 玉楼春 /Yu Luo Chun/Song of Youth is set in the Ming Dynasty and looks like it might falls into the early end of your time periods of study. I think remo-ny’s blog on here has a number of stills from the show also if you just need costume visuals.

I've been hearing about 玉楼春 so much recently I'm dying to analyze its costumes! Thanks for requesting it.

Song of Youth (2021) 玉楼春

This is a new drama that just came out so I won't include a synopsis, it's just important to know for the costumes that it's supposed to be set in the Longqing era (1567-72). Since Longqing's reign was so short the costumes should be very specific to these couple years. However, seeing photos of the costumes on Tumblr and elsewhere they very much look like a mishmash of many different eras from the Ming and even Qing, so we'll have to look at some specific outfits. I'm generally more well versed with Qing and republican era fashion so unfortunately I won't be able to tell you exactly what Longqing era fashion looked like, though I can identify which outfits are not from the Longqing era. As usual, if I say anything wrong feel free to correct me, I’m just going for the general impression here.

Before we begin, I just have to say that I absolutely love the costumes in this show and the inaccuracies I spotted don’t necessarily detract from that. I think it’s a huge improvement to older dramas set in the Ming Dynasty and looks fabulous. All the screenshots are from their official (?) Youtube uploads.

From @remo-ny on Tumblr

This pretty much sums up the costuming in this drama. Everybody looks beautiful and great but in this shot you have three looks from three different centuries. The first outfit from the left looks very mid 18th century with the middle parted hair, 璎珞 yingluo necklace and the 立领长衫 long robe with standing collar plus sleeveless 褙子 beizi combo. The sleeve width and little embroidery patterns also scream Qianlong era, which isn’t even in the Ming Dynasty. If it had a 挽袖 wanxiu or folded cuff design at the sleeves, it would be a very historically accurate 1730s or 40s outfit, a far cry from the 1567-72 frame the drama is set in.

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Screen from the early to mid 18th century showing very similar outfits.

The lady in the middle is probably wearing some variation of the outfit from this iconic painting. Interestingly, I still haven’t been able to find out when exactly this painting was made. If somebody knows please tell me I’m begging... It’s probably some time in the 15th century; I’m not sure but I think the chances of it landing in the Longqing era are pretty small.

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However, her hair has the early 17th century 三绺梳头 sanliushutou (coiffure in three sections) vibe going on, making the outfit rather anachronistic. The early 17th century clothes have been given to the lady to the right. My problem with the robe worn by the lady on the right is that the collar is too high; Ming collars weren’t meant to be worn folded so they should be significantly lower when they are folded.

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Late Ming illustration for the novel 醋葫芦 showing the giant front closing robe with huge sleeves and 三绺梳头 hairstyle.

The lady to the right sports a coiffure that’s either from the Qianlong era or worn by servant girls in the late Ming, neither of which are Longqing era.

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Qianlong era reverse glass painting showing the hairstyle with the sectioned middle part.

Wow this is really great!! She’s wearing a shirt/robe with a standing collar underneath a 圆领袍 yuanlingpao or round collar robe, which was appropriate ceremonial wear for some occasions. Again the collar looks too tall and somewhat forced, like they probably added hooks and eyes inside so it would stay folded like that, but in the 16th century you would usually not intentionally fold and even iron the collar. The embroidery on the outer robe looks more Qing than Ming to be frank? In the mid 16th century, fabrics with colored threads woven into them like 织金锦 gold brocade, 妆花 zhuanghua or 缂丝 kesi were still more popular than embroidery, which thickens the fabric and gives it a different texture. The women in the back are wearing gold brocade which is great, though I think robes with standing collars have become the norm in the mid 16th century already, so their clothes look a bit 15th century and outdated. Her headpiece is probably supposed to be a 狄髻 diji (狄 isn’t written like that but that character doesn’t exist in the language anymore), which is a very common and elegant headpiece for upper class Ming women but somehow never gets represented in other period dramas. A cookie for the costumer here. A diji is a conical headpiece made of metallic threads or fake hair which would be used as a base for various decorative pins. My only problem with the diji here is that it could be bigger and sit closer to the forehead, and the hair at the front could be pulled back tighter to show more of the forehead. The placement of the individual pins look correct, you have the long, horizontal piece at the bottom, the giant one in the middle, the round piece at the top and the smaller circular pieces at the sides. I’m not great with the terminology of each piece but here is a random diagram I found on the internet which looks legit.

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A generic diji.

Ok this Ming emperor look is legitimately the best I have ever seen in a drama. For once, they finally didn’t give him the annoying 帽正 maozheng (round jewel at the front of the hat) or a completely gold hat, which already elevates the costuming in this drama to a whole next level. The 双龙戏珠 shuaglongxizhu or two dragons playing with a ball motif is really unfussy and well done, with the correct materials, textures and placement for the time period. He has the red collar of the under robe which you sometimes see in portraits, and for the round collar robe they chose a 云肩 yujian (cloud collar) design which (correctly) extends down to the sleeves. Although I don’t think you would pair this particular hat with this kind of outfit? It would have been more standard to pair this hat with a 衮服 gunfu (or any garment with roundel motifs) instead, though it also depends on the occasion. I know nothing about Ming court dress regulations soooo I can just say that the clothes look good.

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Portrait of Emperor Longqing in a 衮服 gunfu. Contrary to popular belief the emperor wasn’t stuck with a yellow robe for life, he wore outfits in different styles and colors to different occasions.

The officials look fabulous, I’m living. They’re wearing 补服 bufu with colored 补子 buzi or square badges which were popular in the late Ming (not sure if the Longqing era was late enough for that though). There is also only one bird instead of two in the buzi, popular from the late Ming til the end of the Qing. Their belts and hats also look legit. The cut of the clothes and texture of the fabrics with the shimmering tone on tone decoration are just *chef’s kiss* perfection. Also can we just appreciate the sleeve length and shape here, it looks quite authentic; a lot of older dramas had sleeves that were way too short and straight. I just love that the costume designer didn’t add any unnecessary details and actually aimed for historical accuracy, a rare quality among Chinese period costumers indeed.

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Part of the painting 徐显卿宦迹图 from the adjacent Wanli era showing officials in bufu. You can see the emperor here wearing a similar robe to that from the previous scene but he pairs it with a white undershirt.

Yayy they also have 网巾 wangjin representation!! In the Ming, men would wear this gauze net tied at the back to keep their hair in place before putting on a hat or headdress. Though this particular style looks more like the style popular in Korea at the time? Chinese wangjin was bigger and covered more of the head instead of having this headband shape which was en vogue in Korea. Chinese wangjin was also usually worn higher than the Korean style, meaning it would be concealed when wearing hats.

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Illustration from 天工开物 showing working men wearing wangjin.

This must have been based on Wanli era artifacts, which means the time period isn’t far off. The collar here is way huge though, and the yingluo necklace is again 18th century. The pattern should also either extend down the sleeves or cover all of the fabric. The girl has bangs and loose hair but that’s excusable since she’s young. Children and teenagers could do almost whatever they wanted with their hair.

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Reproduction of a similar robe (with a rectangular collar) from Emepror Wanli’s tomb at Dingling.

This scene looks fabulous but it would’ve been better had the second lady from the right not worn the 披风 pifeng, which was more appropriate for the 17th century. Pifeng also started out as casual outerwear, so it would be less formal than the round collar robes the other ladies are sporting here.

OMG YESS they’re wearing hats!! It’s so great to finally see male characters with head coverings. Historically in China no respectable man would leave the house with his hair and head exposed. So some male characters are wearing headdresses while some aren’t, though in paintings from this period you usually see everybody unanimously wearing head coverings. Still great though and I especially love the variety of hats.

Famous incorrect coordination, in womenswear you shouldn’t pair a cross collar robe with a pifeng. Robes with standing collars were the norm when pifeng was popularized in the late 16th/early 17th century.

17th century portrait showing the mainstream coordination.

Another example from episode 2.

Ok with this we’re back to peak Qianlong era. Please stop doing this.

This outfit of this lady (not sure how to translate her title, she’s a high ranking consort) is in the right direction with the 大衫 dashan, 霞帔 xiapei and 翟冠 diguan (?) but I think it would be better with a standing collar underneath instead of a cross collar? I’m really bad with court dress.

This again feels like time travelling, albeit in the earlier direction. The short cross collar robe and puffy skirt read very much as 15th century.

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Portrait from the early Ming, presumably 15th century. I don’t know when exactly this was made but it was not the Longqing era.

If this were a drama set in the 1730s I would give the costuming 11/10. It perfectly captures the atmosphere of the early Qianlong era, and even thoughtfully gave the old lady a 抹额 mo’e, an accessory popular in the Kangxi/Yongzheng era to show the difference in age. No drama set in the Qing Dynasty has ever achieved such high levels of historical accuracy. Honestly though pifeng should never have been worn in the Longqing era and neither should yingluo, this tall hairstyle nor the floral trim at the pifeng collar.

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Painting from the series 雍亲王十二美人图 from the 1710s or 20s showing mo’e and the embroidered collar trim. I think the costuming here might be a reference to the 1987 adaptation of 红楼梦 Dream of the Red Chamber, which was set in the 18th century. People rave about the accuracy of costumes in that show but they were actually very generic, based off of Chinese theater costumes instead of historical artifacts, it’s just that Chinese theater costumes at the time happened to resemble 18th century clothing in some regards. Even then a show set in the 1560s shouldn’t reference a show set in the 18th century so literally.

To be completely honest with you, the main male character is very relentless and some scenes makes me semi uncomfortable (also I cannot relate to the romance because gay) so I don’t want to watch more of this drama. Let me offer some concluding remarks before coming to a rating.

The costumes in this drama are extremely well made. They obviously put a lot of effort into finding quality fabrics and materials. The color scheme is very comfortable and aesthetic to look at, desaturated but still colorful. I’ve heard some people say it’s too dark and depressing but you know what, I would take this over older period dramas that were either full neon colors or only brown and black with no in-betweens any day. The costumes here look very organic and realistic and actually resemble something historical people would wear. The extras also look really good here and their costumes are on the same level as the main characters.

In terms of historical accuracy, it is a massive improvement to, like, 99% of Ming Dynasty dramas that came before it. They managed to achieve the bare minimum of at least letting the audience recognize that it is obviously set in the Ming Dynasty and not some fantasy alternate universe, which, surprisingly, most dramas fail to do. They masterfully avoided a ton of costuming mistakes that most dramas set in the Ming Dynasty would normally make, such as loose, flowy hair, the round jewel on the hat, too short sleeves, golden hats and clothes for the emperor and skirts worn on top of robes for womenswear etc.. Yes my bar is very low.

There are of course major problems with the accuracy, especially the use of outfits from other parts of the Ming Dynasty and even the Qing (save those gorgeous costumes for a show set in the Qianlong era please), as well as a couple coordination faux pas, but overall it is so refreshing and satisfying to see and the time travelling could be overlooked. I absolutely adore how unfussy and straightforward the costumes are, the costume designer refrained from adding a shit ton of unnecessary details that are neither historical nor helpful to characterization. You can see that the designer had specific historical looks in mind when making the costumes and didn’t rely on stereotypical outfits from Chinese theater, which was traditionally how movie and drama costumes were designed.

I think this is a great starting point for Ming Dynasty costuming to become better at historical accuracy, I would rate it a 7/10.

In order to show you how refreshing the costumes here are, I’m gonna add some images from older Ming Dynasty dramas to give you an idea of just how shite the costumes looked.

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The hats have the round jewel and the trim decorations are just completely unnecessary and ugly. The buzi are miserably incorrect. The emperor struts around with exposed hair and a robe that makes him look like a 19th century actor.

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Loose hair, go away from me.

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This show tried to be historically accurate but failed miserably. Are the shoulder pads going for a Japanese menswear impression?

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Look at the womenswear wtf is going on!! Also you can smell the plastic and neon paints from across the screen when watching these older dramas.

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This show is childhood memory and awesome but just from the costumes I would not be able to tell that it was set in the Ming Dynasty at all.

Anyway the costumes in Song of Youth are great despite its problems and aesthetically speaking I would highly recommend this drama.

#costume analysis #ming dynasty #hanfu #song of youth #16th century #qing dynasty #15th century #17th century #18th century #cdrama

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years ago

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Your ot7 drabble was awesome! Do you think you can do something similar with just the hyung line? I'm sorry I'm such a slut for the hyung line

The ot7 drabble that's being referenced

Hoseok wasn't your ex. You only hooked up with him for a while, you were never really dating. But that's what Namjoon seemed to think since when you flirted with him he talked about how he couldn't do that to his best friend. He did it though; fucked you once or twice. With Yoongi it was a one-time thing, you swear, and it was only because you were both drunk. And now Jin… He was a new one. Perhaps you should feel bad for getting with almost everyone in their friend group... But was it your fault they were all insanely hot and horny for you? What, you can't just say no to them!

The way you had ended up out for drinks with Jin was almost accidental, but the way you were making out in his car certainly wasn't. A "finally" whispered in between your lips was what gave him away, but you couldn't agree more. Finally. He drove you back to his place and there was excitement bubbling in your gut, until you walked in and saw three more boys waiting on the couch.

"What, you thought I wouldn't tell them?" Jin asked from behind you when he saw how you had frozen, mouth open and eyes wide. He was so casual about it, walking up to his friends as they all checked you out nonchalantly.

“Even Jin?” Hoseok spoke first, laughing but not seeming amused. “Wow, you really are a little slut.” You had no idea they knew what you had done, yet it was now obvious they didn’t keep secrets from each other. How was it that this was allowed? If they knew, why did they all try to get with you?

“Hobi, I—” You were at a loss for words. Do you apologize? But you didn’t do anything wrong. If you did, shouldn’t they be feeling guilty, too? They did this on purpose.

Namjoon got up suddenly, walking to you. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he murmured, and a hand came to stroke your chin momentarily. “We like you because you’re a little slut. All we want to know is what you plan on doing now.”

You blinked, looking at him with your eyes still wide as if you were terrified, not really understanding what was expected from you. And Jin, as if he knew, draped an arm over your shoulders. “What he means is… are you gonna make up your mind about which one of us you want?”

“Or are you just gonna keep fucking all four of us?” Yoongi’s voice was coarse and he didn’t even look at you. And you gulped.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you mumbled. Like you said, you weren’t dating any one of them. So why would it be wrong if you wanted to fuck different men since you were single?

You heard Hoseok chuckle from behind you as he was circling you. And then he leaned in right next to your ear. “Careful what you say or you might get yourself in a difficult situation,” he whispered, making you shiver.

“Baby,” Jin called to get your attention. “If you don’t want to choose, you don’t have to.”

“Right…” Namjoon breathed next to you, getting closer and closer to you. “I don’t mind sharing.”

Perhaps you should indeed feel bad. You should act decently. You didn’t though, let them know how much you wanted them. All of them. Because if they all wanted you, why would you say no to them? Yoongi pushed through the others to kiss you, lips harsh like they were trying to hurt you, and you figured it was desperation deriving from the fact that he probably couldn’t remember your kisses very well. And then Jin made sure to devour and feel you up for a long while, since he was the one still processing the feeling.

“Wanna see how good you are,” he admitted. “Wanna see if your pussy is as good as they say.” Had they been talking about what it’s like to fuck you? The image made you moan hard.

“Shit,” you heard Namjoon cuss while he was palming himself through his pants. “Missed those pretty moans of yours, baby.” And you whined louder for him, reaching out until you were kissing him sloppily.

“I missed that hot body,” Hoseok countered. “C’mon, little one, take those clothes off and show my friends what you got.”

You were spread on the couch, naked, and the boys let Jin handle you first, out of respect for their hyung and his curiosity for you. He chose to have his asymmetrical fingers diving in and out of you while he licked your clit. And the other three boys observed you for a while, marveling at your expressions and noises. Something about being watched by them got you so worked up, feeling an orgasm already near. And then Yoongi came closer, caressing your cheek before he let his thumb press on your lip.

“Do you want something in your mouth, baby?” he asked in a low tone, remembering how you had loved to suck on his fingers last time. This time he filled your mouth up with his dick instead. Hoseok joined too, wanting attention so you alternated between their cocks, sometimes even licking both of them at the same time, hands stroking them and keeping them close. Of course, Namjoon wouldn’t be left out; he brought his mouth down on you, kissing your tummy and inner thighs at first, until Jin allowed him some room to suck on your clit while he continued to fuck you with his hand.

You came like that. Screaming loudly as you creamed Jin’s fingers and choked on Yoongi’s dick. You were instantly being turned around, on your wobbly hands and knees, and the eldest man grabbed your ass to drill into you. A grumpy Hoseok was shutting you up very soon —because you were being too damn loud— by fucking your throat properly. The other two enjoyed the view with their palms around their dicks.

“What a good girl,” Jin said one too many times. “She takes us so well.”

“You like being fucked like that, don’t you, you little whore?” Hoseok was growling, always harsher than the rest. And you had tears rolling down your cheeks from gagging a bit too much around him, your pussy pulsing around Jin from the effect their words had on you. You came another time, freeing your mouth and Jin pulling out, falling down as you tried to catch your breath.

“I know you can do better than that,” Namjoon was scolding right as he grabbed you by the waist to lift you off the couch completely. He laid on the floor. “Ride me, baby.” So you straddled him reverse cowgirl, taking him deep inside you before you started bouncing up and down, meeting his own thrusts. Your legs were shaking but you were fucking yourself on his cock hard, his thickness always making you crave more of him.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, reaching out for the man that was keeping the quietest through it all. “Fuck my mouth, baby, please.” And he immediately carried out your wish, standing in front of you with his hands buried in your hair and letting you take him to the rhythm your rocking was creating. Jin and Hoseok were on either side of you, enjoying you stroking them as best as you could with your bad focus. All four of them fucked by you at the same time. And when Yoongi lost his control and spilled down your throat, it triggered another orgasm for you. Your pussy getting so tight around Namjoon’s cock that he cursed and pulled you off him in order to coat your ass white, too.

“She can still take more dick,” Hoseok said with confidence. “Let me fuck that pussy till I fill it up, yeah? Just like the old days.” Making sure Jin was included, he was sat on the couch while you bent in front of him and got railed by Hoseok from behind. Trying to keep the older member in your mouth but moaning so much it was hard. The sight alone was enough for him though, and he spurted all over your face. Hair pulled until your back was arched and you were crying, begging for Hoseok to be gentler as the rest of the boys could only watch how he abused your cunt in a practiced manner, feeling their dicks slowly get hard again.

He spanked you a few times. “Gonna fill this slutty cunt up,” he grunted, getting close. “Look at how many dicks you let fuck you like that. How many dicks you need to be satisfied. Fucking whore.” He did just as promised, seed flowing inside you with another spank and his fingers rubbing your clit in a desperate attempt to make you milk his cock.

And you came for the fourth; one for each of the boys you couldn’t choose from.

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lythea-creation · 2 years ago

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Great Timing - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: treating injuries

word count: 1.741

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Natasha's PoV

She smiled at me and let me help her out of the car now.

When she was safe in my arms I wanted to hold her tighter, but did not want to hurt her even more.

“Hey. So you're the infamous (f/n)”, Bruce greeted my girlfriend when we arrived at the med bay.

“Infamous?”, she replied with a chuckle. “I doubt Nat talked a lot about me.”

I faked an outraged expression and sat her down on an examination table.

“She does talk a lot about you actually. Just not around the wrong people … like Tony and Sam. Their teasing is bad enough without any info”, he enlightened her with a wink. “So how about we take care of your injuries now?”

“Sure”, she agreed with a nod. “Feel free to cut up my shirt. I won't be able to take it off.”

Bruce sent me an encouraging and yet nervous smile at my worried glance.

“Tell me if you need a break”, he instructed her before destroying (f/n)'s shirt with some scissors.

The sight of her darkly bruised stomach made me furious.

I had had my fair share of bruises throughout my life and I knew how hard she must have been hit or kicked for it to look like this. It did not help that I also knew how much it hurt.

Bruce made a scan of her with one of Tony's devices. “Four broken ribs. But luckily no internal bleeding. Shouldn't lead to any complications as long as you take it slow. Your left shoulder is dislocated. We need to relocate it which means ...”

“Even more pain”, I finished his sentence.

My emerald eyes met her (e/c) ones. I could see the fear inside of them, although she tried to keep it together in front of Bruce.

I cupped her right cheek and gently stroke it with my thumb to comfort her.

“Usually it's simple to relocate, but I'm concerned about your broken ribs. So we need to fixate you in order to prevent further injuries”, Bruce explained.

(f/n) shook her head vehemently making me take my hand back. “No … no, Bruce. It's not about you, but please … I don't wanna be in such a helpless state again.” Tears were visible in her eyes.

He could clearly see the choking marks on her neck.

“I could hold you down”, I suggested.

It was an attempt. A daring one to see if she trusted me enough for this.

(f/n) nodded.

So I pushed her down gingerly.

When Bruce took a hold of her arm I tightened my grip on her right shoulder and left hip.

Pain was evident on her face. No matter how careful I was, it was impossible not to hurt her with my touch on her bruises.

“I will count to three and then relocate it. It will hurt a lot for a few seconds but after that it should feel better”, Bruce declared. “One ...”

He relocated it with a quick movement.

(f/n)'s scream gave me goosebumps.

“Sorry, but it's better if you don't expect it”, Bruce justified his lie.

“Nice way … to introduce me … to your friends, Nat”, (f/n) joked panting, getting a small smile from me and a chuckle from Bruce.

“There isn't anything else I can do for you. Just an ointment for the bruises and painkillers of course”, he announced and handed me two boxes. “And all in all you should rest of course. But it's also important to move around to make sure you can breathe properly. Take deep breaths whenever you think of it. It helps preventing chest infections. When you change the bandages make sure to wrap them loosely. Otherwise it will affect your breathing as well.”

“Got it”, (f/n) shot back before turning to me with a grin. “So I guess you won't have to carry me around all the time after all.”

“Do you seriously think he can keep me from spoiling you”, I joked. “Banner, we still need a blanket to cover her up on the way. Or do you expect me to show her around in her bra?”

Bruce handed me one after a pretty long search and I wrapped my girlfriend inside it before cradling her in my arms. “You can still walk later when you're properly dressed”, I decided.

“Wow. I get why babies love this”, she stated with a content sigh as she snuggled as close to me as possible.

I smiled down at her and carried her to my bed. “Don't fall asleep. I'll run us a bath”, I proposed.

Unfortunately I was out of basically everything. Since my relationship with (f/n) I had spent barely time here after all.

So I made my way toward Wanda and asked her for some supplies leading me to stand in her room a few minutes later.

“Actually I just discovered bath bombs, or rather Vision did. He bought me so many that it will probably take me a life time to use them all”, Wanda claimed laughing.

She presented me a big box full of … well they looked like different things. Some were balls, others had more creative shapes like cupcakes and animals.

“How's (f/n) doing?”, Wanda inquired.

“She's exhausted and in a lot of pain. But nothing that wouldn't heal”, I informed her.

I took a (f/c) ball out of the box because there were way too many choices.

Wanda smiled and let some shampoo fly over with her powers while putting the box away.

“I know about the situation. Layla allowed me to take a look at her memories. It feels like I know (f/n) already. She's a great choice”, Wanda noted. “I can't wait to meet her in person though.”

I nodded and thanked her for the supplies before returning to my sleeping girlfriend. I could not help but laugh at the sight.

Gently I shook her awake. “Hey, love. I told you not to fall asleep, didn't I?”

She groaned in pain when she tried to sit up, most likely too sleepy to remember her condition.

“Don't worry. I got you”, I reassured her and helped her lean against the headboard. “The bath should be ready thanks to Tony's expensive high tech equipment”, I announced and started to help her out of her clothes.

“I can do that myself”, she mumbled obviously embarrassed.

“I know, but you were told to rest. And usually you don't have a problem when I do it”, I reminded her with a grin.

“Don't say that if you don't want to break my order to rest”, she complained.

I laughed at her reaction and continued undressing her before doing the same with myself.

Then I pushed the bath bomb and the shampoo into one hand. So I could help her stand up and get into the bathroom more easily.

Carefully I sat down in the tub with her. Slipping was the last thing I wanted to risk.

I was sitting behind her to ensure she could sit comfortably.

We simply enjoyed the silence together for a while.

“I'm so tired”, she mumbled as she was leaning against me.

“Do you wanna get out and go to bed?”, I considered.

She shook her head. “No. I wanna go and see Layla. I bet she's upset and being surrounded by strangers at such a time won't help her with that.”

“You know I admire you for your empathy, but my selfish side really just wants you to take care of yourself … and maybe me”, I replied with a soft grin. “But I understand. Then let's get you ready.”

I washed our hair and helped her out until we were both dressed again and on the way to the living room where everyone was gathered.

(f/n) was clinging to my arm. Due to her stubbornness she had wanted to try walking completely on her own, but the pain had been more convincing than her wish to make a strong first impression on my friends.

“Hey guys! So … this is (f/n), my girlfriend as you know”, I introduced her.

Suddenly Wanda's magic surrounded (f/n). At first the latter tensed up but I could see her relaxing after a moment.

“It's just taking some pressure off your strained body making it easier to move around in your state”, Wanda explained. “I'm Wanda by the way.”

“I definitely know who you all are”, she shot back with a chuckle making Wanda, Steve and Sam smile.

“Of course you do! How could anyone not know us, especially me”, Tony joked. “But it's a shame we haven't met a few years ago when we were both single.”

Automatically my fist collided with his upper arm making him cry out.

“Ouch! What the hell! I was just kidding. I mean … she's hot. Don't get me wrong. But that's a compliment, isn't it?”

“I think you should shut up before it gets even worse”, Steve remarked.

“Nah … let him be. That should be fun to watch”, Sam interjected.

I sent Tony and Sam a glare that made them gulp.

“It's fine, Nat”, (f/n) reassured me while placing her head on my shoulder for a moment. “Where's the fun if they aren't allowed to enjoy some jokes and sarcasm? Then I'll feel like I have to spare them as well.”

“I like her already”, Tony exclaimed.

“Oh, but I almost forgot. Where's Layla?”, (f/n) wondered.

“She wanted to be alone. So I showed her to her room. It's on the same floor as Natasha's and yours”, Wanda enlightened me.

Then Wanda handed me the video tape. “I can help (f/n) to get there. I guess you wanna have a look at this. I already know what happened anyway.”

(f/n) immediately noticed my struggle and assured me that it was fine if I stayed here a little longer while she was talking to Layla.

And Wanda was one of the most caring people I knew … and one of the most powerful too. I could trust her to watch over my girlfriend for some time.

“See you later then”, (f/n) said before giving me a quick peck on the cheek and leaving with Wanda.

Next Chapter

#natasha romanoff x fem reader #marvel #lgbtqia +#angst #romance #fluff #abuse #injuries #wanda maximoff #bruce banner #steve rogers #tony stark #sam wilson #avengers #hurt/comfort #domestic violence

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remmammie · 3 years ago

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i haven't see any twewy work here.. So let's change that :D Beat x gn!reader? just dating headcanon + cuddles?

feel free to ignore or to delete this request

I've only had one TWEWY request in the past and I love this series so much that I'm super glad to get more, about one of my favourite characters nonetheless. I relate to Beat a lot so maybe this will be easy for me, who knows? I'll do my best, enjoy! (And I would never delete or ignore such a lovely request, shush~)

Beat x Reader HCs

Let's get one thing straight right away: if you don't have Rhyme's approval, you may as well kiss any of your chances with this boy goodbye. She is everything to him (even if he didn't know it for a lot of the first game,) he trusts her and her opinion really matters to him so, if you give Rhyme the wrong vibes, sorry, you're done.

But, let's assume you got past the little sister wall and she loves you almost as much as her big brother does because these are dating HCs!

Wow, are you in for a wild ride of emotions with Beat. From his outside demeanor, anyone would assume Beat would be super outwardly affectionate and boastful about you as his partner, and he is!...just in private. I can't see Beat as the kind of man that has the public confidence to go screaming about dating someone all the time - maybe it's because he'd just get teased for it.

However, if someone close to him does get him talking about you, then it's over for them for probably the next few hours. Beat strikes me as the kind to have so much love for someone but keeps it all bottled up until he's around his you or someone prompts him to talk about you. Then he can talk for ages.

Definitely someone who's super protective over you, 100%. If you met during a game, then that increases tenfold. You're his moral support! How is he supposed to go on if you get erased?! ...you're also someone he really treasures and adores and wants to squeeze until you pass out but...y'know, he'd never say that in the middle of a fight.

Beat's really not afraid to step in front of anything or anyone for you, offering to square up against the Composer themself if he had to! - you beg him not to.

Now, dates with this endearing clod. Unfortunately, during the game, it won't amount to much besides maybe paying extra for you to eat something nice at a restaurant or buying you something he thinks would look amazing on you at a clothing store because, let's face it, he doesn't really have the means to do anything special at that point.

On the other hand, when you both get back to the Realground, Beat's mind is buzzing with ideas. He's a homely man, so I reckon your first date would just be a comfortable, warm home setting with candles and dinner, then blankets, cuddling, a random movie, and falling asleep on the sofa together (Rhyme took plenty of photos for blackmailing you both.) From then on, though, Beat makes it his dang mission to treat you like the royalty he sees you as: yen spent on brilliant days out to beaches, arcades, or restaurants and parks and cafes; yen spent on new clothes; yen spent on any funky little gift or knickknack that takes your interest; yen spent on vinyl records of your favourite artists.

Tell him to slow down! Beat is so eager to impress you and convince you of just how much he loves you that he forgets he...doesn't have any more money. Ah. But it's fine because home dates are just as good as outside dates, and he makes a killer home-made dinner.

In private, Beat probably has two moods: his usual loud and abrasive self or he turns into someone all flustered and quiet, silently admiring. If it's just a normal day and you're not treating him any differently, Beat feels free to sling his arm over your shoulder and hold you close or even pick you up and carry you around in public if you're okay with it - he acts how everyone expects him to with you and it's genuinely really sweet how people can practically see the stars shining in his eyes when he sees you. But, if it's completely in private or just you, Beat, and his friends, he tends to be a little quieter. He's a man with taste; he likes to admire you from afar (like before you started dating) whether you're fighting Noise like a complete monster, thrashing everything in sight with immense Psyche powers, or you're simply laughing at something cutely teasing Rhyme said. He's entranced by everything you do and it takes someone waving a hand in front of his face or clicking their fingers or a swarm of Noise appearing to snap him out of it.

He'll always deny he was staring if it's someone else that asks. If it's you, though, he'll happily tell you he was admiring from afar. A real romantic, this one, in his own quirky way.

And hugs with Beat? Don't get me started! He's really too big to give up the domineering position in a hug unless you catch him off guard. If you want that, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him before hugging him - skaterboy'll be completely stunned and you could probably tackle him before he'd snap out of it. He'll blush a bright red then immediately attack you with a strong hug out of retaliation, smiling like a complete moron: bless.

Either way, cuddles with Beat are always warm because, of course, the muscles, but also because of his tendency to fluster easily. Simple physical affection can really stir up all those pesky butterflies in his stomach! They make you feel extremely protected, safe, and secure - it's just the aura Beat emanates~

#twewy headcanons #twewy fanfiction #twewy fanfic #twewy #twewy beat #twewy x reader

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hiddens-eden · 3 years ago

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That Bitch!!

Word count: A lot

Pronouns: He/Him

Paring: Reader x Male!Avengers

Spelling checked: No

Warnings: Homophobic slurs, Homophobia, cussing, minor assult, possibly triggering (idk)

Summary: High school Au, where reader is not very popular and the senior prom comes around. Though, just because he's not popular does not mean he doesn't have admirers. Say most of the male avengers (because I'm a slut for a reverse-harem). But with admirers, there will be haters. However, (Y/N) knows how to put them in their place.

"Soooo, (Y/N) the senior prom is coming around" You lifted your head from your book to see your two best friends, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff

"And?"

"What do you mean and? Prom is the most important part of senior year!" you saw Wanda's face turn into a pout

"Even if I wanted to go, I don't have anyone to go with. The boys here avoid me like the plague" you started to go back to your book when Natasha grabbed it, putting it on her desk

"They only do that because they like you, and they're boys. If it makes you feel better, I don't have a date"

You looked at Natasha with confusion covering your face "How? You're one of the best people I know"

"To be honest, it's because boys are skank's" She shrugged

"Hey! Not all of them are!"

"You only say that because of Vision" you saw a Natasha smirk while Wanda blushed and turned away

"Not all of us will remain single for the rest of our day's" she may have tried to mumble her response, but you heard her and chuckled

"Even so, I'm not going"

Hearing that, the boy's lost all hope. To be honest, they all were going to try and ask you to the dance

"Then go with us" Natasha more demanded than asked

"What about Wanda" you turned to her "Aren't you going with Vision?"

"Well, as we always say bro's before hoe's" (que Vision sulking in the corner) the three of you burst out into a fit of laughter

"I-I guess" you managed to choke out between laughs

"Then come on!" Natasha pulled you out of your seat

"Where are we going?"

"To get some clothes for prom, duh" as the three of you made your way out of the classroom and into the hallways you were stopped by Peggy Carter and Pepper Pots

"What do you guys want" you asked scowling

"Cut the shit (Y/N)" Pepper sneere

"What are you talking about?"

"You're trying to seduce all of the guy's in the school!" Peggy shouted

"...What?"

"You heard me!"

You looked to Natasha and Wanda "Do you know what they're talking about?

They both shrugged and shook their heads

"LIARS!!!" Pepper screamed

The commotion drew the attention of the students that were in the classroom and hallways

"What the hell is going on..."

"Don't know let's just go" Wanda tried to push you past the two girls, but before you could go anywhere Peggy grabbed your arm tightly

"STEVE WILL BE MINE!!! SO DON'T TRY AND TAKE HIM AWAY" she raised her other hand and slapped you across the face. The people watching let out a collective gasp and wondered what you would do

"THE SAME WITH TONY" Pepper raised her hand to slap you too but was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist and her body couldn't move either. It was Natasha and Wanda

"Slap him one more time I break your wrist" Natasha clutched Pepper's wrist even tighter earning a hiss from the woman

"Maybe I should break her legs for good measure" Wanda stated coldly

You put a hand on their shoulders causing them to turn to you "Stop, if Peggy's slap is anything to go by, it would not have hurt. Just release them so we can go" They let her go reluctantly, but not without giving her one last glare. As you were about to leave you hear a classroom door open and turned to see the men of the hour, Steve and Tony

Immediately the two girls ran to the guy's whining about how you 'assaulted them'

"What the actual fuck"

"Really Peggy?" Steve asked

"Yeah! I was so scared!"

Then the crowd of people started to yell about how you were the victim, you only grinned. Tony and Steve looked enraged

"Why would you lie about something like that!?" Tony shouted

"What's wrong with you two?!" Steve spat walking towards you

"(Y/N) I'm sorry they did that to you" he looked down sadly

You lifted his chin up to look down at you(unfortunately you were shorter than Steve) "It's not your fault they're crazy. Don't beat yourself up that much" You turned his head to the side and planted a kiss on his cheek "I'll see you later Steve"

You turned and started to walk away with your friends in tow. Leaving a blushing Steven and extremely jealous group of males

"He has no idea what he just did, does he?" Natasha asked Wanda

She shook her head "Not a clue"

"Well lets get this over with"

They nodded and started to search for Tux's and Dresses stores. Once you found one, you all got your own fitted and talored dress and tuxedo's. Natasha doesn't really like dresses so she got a white women's tux. Wanda got an elegant white dress that draped behind her. You got a white tux with flower-like adornments. You all like the fact that you were somewhat matching. The girls completely gushed about how good you looked, but you had a weird feeling.

"I'm going to get another outfit just in case"

"Just in case what?" Wanda asked

"In case a pair of crazy ass girls decide to pull a prom cliché and try and ruin my suit"

"Seems reasonable"

You started looking around for a suit and you found it. An outfit that made you smile happily. You turned to your friends showing them the outfit "Found it"

They just smirked and nodded

~Next Day~

The last thing you were expecting today was to get asked to prom by one of the hottest guys in your school, but here you were. Steve Rogers was infront of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, shyly rubbing the back of his head

"I'm sorry Steve, but I'm going with my friends" once you said that he looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn't take it! So, you sighed.

"However, even though I won't be able to go to prom with you" you took the flowers from his hand "I'm willing to go wherever you want anytime your free" you smiled softly at him. He immediately perked up and gave a fast nod, making you chuckle. He asked for your number and you gave it to him and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before running off. 'Guess that's payback' you blushed hiding your face behind the flowers.

Over the week until prom you kept getting asked to the dance by almost every guy in your school. But, again you turned them down and re-scheduled making them happy. However, with most of the boy's attention on you, some of the girls started to get jealous. They would make snide remarks hoping to hurt you, but they never did. Afterall, you had your friends and they can help you through anything.

~Prom Day~

"Are you sure we should do this?" you were REALLY nervous

"Come on! Don't puss out now!" Natasha teased

"Yeah! You came this far already!" Wanda smiled

You sighed and straightened your posture "Yeah, you guys are right. Let's get in there!" You cheered along with your friends and opened the prom room door

Narrator PoV

As the door opened, someone looked over to it letting out a gasp at what they saw. This caused most of the people in the room to follow their sight and look at the door as well. Eyes widen at the sheer beauty of the new arrivals

(Y/N);

Natasha;

Wanda;

~Out of Narrator PoV~

"Guy's they're looking at us" you wanted to perish right then and there, but your friends put a reassuring hand on your shoulder

"They're looking at us because we're the most gorgeous things they've ever seen" Wanda grinned as you all walked through the room catching everyone's eyes

"Just lean into the attention" Natasha said to you

"I'll try" you chuckled lightly

"(Y/N)!) you looked behind you to see Steve waving at you, then start blushing

"Don't you look dashing Steve" you grinned at him as he turned an even darker red

"Maybe, but not as dashing as you" you both chuckled and started talking to each other

"Wow forgotten already" Wanda wiped an imaginary tear from her eye

"Oh! I'm sorry guys!" You apologized profusely

"Don't worry about it! I'll just go and find Vision. Have fun~" Wanda winked before leaving

"I'll go find Clint too, he's sad he didn't get to go with you" she chuckled before walking off

"They're both something" you smiled before turning back to Steve

You and Steve kept chatting and joking with each other. While you were talking you noticed Tony, Peitro, Thor, Bruce, Bucky, Stephen all gather around you joining in your conversation. You didn't mind, but Steve is another story. He was giving small glares to everyone who talked to you.

You were talking to Tony and Bruce about upcoming tech when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned only to be met with a bucket full of red fruit punch. You wiped your eyes to see Peggy, Pepper, and some other girls smirking.

"Thats what you get you stupid slut!"

"Know your place!"

"Just leave so we don't have to see you!"

A chill ran down yourself as you turned to see the guy's glaring coldly at the girls, ready to throw the "You should never hit a girl" rule out the window

You just sighed and signaled for them to stand down. Then, you looked towards Wanda and Natasha, giving them a nod and making your way to the exit.

The boy's tried to get to you, but Wanda and Natasha stopped them while smirking

"Yeah, you better get out of here whore!"

"He's probably going to cry!"

"Pathetic!"

"Who would ever love something like that!"

"Besides, dating a guy when you are one is disgusting!"

"Yeah! They need a strong woman in their life!"

This made the boy's heated. They are ready to destroy these girls for talking shit about you, but they were stopped by Wanda and Natasha again

"Why do you keep stopping us!?" Thor boomed

"He'll deal with them, just be patient" Natasha said firmly

"And we think you'll like him even more when he gets back" Wanda's smirk grew

Needless to say, they were all confused. But they let it slide...for now. Minutes passed and the girls were still talking about you. The guys are on the edge of their seats ready to pummel every single one of them. But then the door opened making everyone's head turn and eyes widen. Their jaws were on the floor as you walked in sauntering over to the girls

(Y/N)

You wore a black crop-top shirt with a black crop-top leather jacket draped over you shoulders. Possibly the most catching thing about your new look was your dress pants with thigh-high boots. Once you reached the girls you took off your shades to reveal a beautiful make-up look

(this is all optional, you can change it if you want)

You wore a black crop-top shirt with a black crop-top leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Possibly the most catching thing about your new look was your dress pants with thigh-high boots. Once you reached the girls you took off your shades to reveal a beautiful make-up look

"Ugh! You're a guy! You shouldn't be wearing make-up you slut!"

"I may be a slut, but I'm the baddest slut out there. You're just mad because no matter how hard you try you'll never be like me and I also figured out why you obsess over guys who want nothing to do with you. Your father probably left you and your family because he said he was going to get milk, so that left you without a prominent male figure in your life"

"Wha-"

"And when you attempt to get guys you have no chance with it somehow fills that hole of longing you have. You don't love them, you see them as a tool you can use for your own wishes"

"I-"

"I'm not done. Why are you homophobic? Because you can't help it when someone can share their sexuality without being afraid and you can't? Because it's not 'natural'? Let me remind you that just because something is natural does not mean it's good. Besides, it is natural considering it's been observed across many species. Even ones who have not been in contact with humans. So, I suggest you shut up and leave because I don't allow cunts in my presence" you put your shades back on and walked to the group of males + your friends

The girls started crying and ran out of the room with their faces in their hands

"Woah, (Y/N) that was badass" Natasha gave you a high five

"Good thing I recorded it" Wanda said holding her phone

"Wait what! Delete it!"

"Too late I already posted it! :P" Wanda giggled

The boys weren't paying attention since that whole encounter got them *ahem* excited, so now they're trying to calm themselves down

As the prom slowly started to resume (Y/N) was asked by almost everyone to dance which he of course obliged. He kept getting complimented about his looks and how he told each girl off. Soon it was time to announce the prom King and Queen. (Y/N) voted for (M!Avenger Name) as prom King and (Wanda or Natasha) as prom Queen

"Now it's time to reveal the prom King and Queen!" everyone started to clap and cheer in anticipation

"This year's prom King is....(Y/N) (L/N)!!!"

You were shocked! You weren't even a candidate as far as you knew. You slowly made your way to the stage as everyone started to cheer for you. Once on the stage, you were given your crown and sash by the previous prom King who congratulated you.

"Now for this year's prom Queen!" she opened the envelope

"This year's prom Queen is...(Y/N) (L/N)?" she said with confusion, but the crowd cheered even louder

The teacher looked towards the Principle who came on the stage "It seems that the majority of you voted for (Y/N) twice. Since this has never happened before we have decided that (Y/N) will be this year's prom King AND Queen!!" The previous prom Queen put the sash on you and gave you the crown to hold. She smiled and congratulated you. You were still in shock 'Prom King and Queen?!'

"(Y/N)! As the prom King and Queen, do you have a few words for the crowd?"

You stepped up to the mic "(Y/N) (L/N) breaking gender norms since (birth year)!" everyone laughed and you chuckled "One more thing, if someone tries to hurt or degrade you, look to your loved ones for help. They will always be there for you and if not then give me a call at (***)-***-**** I'll be there for you" you winked and started walking off the stage

Once you were off the stage you were swarmed by a huge crowd

"(Y/N)! Congrats!!!"

"That was such a good speech!"

"You rock!"

"You're so amazing!!"

"Thank you everyone!" you smiled making all of them swoon

"Hey, (Y/N) guess what I did" you looked at Wanda

"What did you do?"

"I may or may not have recorded not only you confronting the girls, but the prom King and Queen ceremony and posted it online" she giggled nervously

"..."

"(Y/N)?"

"Kill me now"

"(Y/N), No!"

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Pictures used are not mine! Will I do a part 2? Maybe! Bye my little otaku's!

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itsclydebitches · 3 years ago

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Why do people get hung up on whether a gay person in media is a good or bad representation of them? I'm gay and I can tell you we aren't all the same? Being gay is our 1 common trait. So as long as they're gay then you've done it. Gay people can be kind, mean, racist, open, kinky, reserved, shy, outgoing, sexist, and literally anything else under the human experience.

Because I am perpetually hungry, let's tell a story about cookies.

You are a bright-eyed, optimistic, baker in the making. Your goal is to wow the world with your culinary skills, so of course you head to The Best Baking School for your degree. Over the course of your studies you learn how to perfect a thousand different cakes, an equal number of pies, and more versions of brownies than most would even assume exist. But cookies... oh, cookies are your passion! You can't wait to learn about the wealth of cookies you can make too. Then, sure enough, that part of your education finally arrives.

Funny thing is though, it's just chocolate chip.

Surely there's been some mistake? The cookie experience is vast and nuanced! Why in the world are your instructors — supposedly the best in the world — reducing cookies to a single class about baking chocolate chip and chocolate chip alone? Hell, why are cookies so sparse in the curriculum as a whole? You're never asked to bake them as a demonstration, or practice with them, and they're definitely not a given across everyone else's baking experience. Cakes, pies, and brownies... they're the default. Cookies are comparatively rare and when you do get to study them, everyone is super focused on the chocolate chip.

Then you graduate and head out into the world, only to find that pretty much everyone is as cookie-blind as your school. A few years back you never would have found cookies in the average grocery store and yeah, the fact that there's a cookie section now is great, but it's, uh... all chocolate chip! Many bakeries still don't carry cookies at all, but when they do it's - again - chocolate chip. Chocolate chip out in restaurants. Chocolate chip at the bake sale. Your friend invites you over and proudly presents a massive sweets tray that includes a single, sad looking, chocolate chip cookie. They beam at you in pride. Isn't it so great?

"Uh..." you say. "Well..."

Every once in a while someone will switch out milk chocolate for dark chocolate, or add nuts alongside chocolate chips. One bakery was even crazy enough to exclude chocolate chips entirely! Crazy according to the press, anyway. Because for years now you've been shaking your head, wondering what exactly is so progressive about realizing that sugar cookies exist. You've found other bakers interested in cookies and, by god, there are thousands. So many flavors! Gluten free and allergy conscious! Someone even made a sweets tray that was predominantly cookies, can you believe it? The problem is, almost none of them are mainstream. Your friend baking cookies out of their personal kitchen is doing fantastic work, but their baking doesn't have the impact that those grocery chains and established bakeries do. Their work isn't going to fix your school's curriculum. Too many people still think that cookies are exotic somehow. They're not the default. And when they do acknowledge their existence, it's chocolate chip over and over. Until one of them adds those nuts and suddenly the whole country is losing its mind about how inspired, creative, progressive their baking is. Meanwhile, you're ready to scream because that baker doesn't even know that something as "exotic" as a gingersnaps exist!

The worst part? Most of these cookies are... bad. Like they exist, yeah, but good god most don't taste good. And that's the whole point of a cookie?? What is the point of buying cookies if the cookies themselves are awful? You go to these bakeries, these restaurants, your friend's house, and you try the very limited cookies on offer, only to find that they've been sloppily baked. Doesn't anyone care that the baker burned their cookies to a crisp? That another straight up forgot to add sugar? This one dropped his on the floor and still tried to serve it to you! But the overall sense is that you should be grateful for getting any cookies at all. "That cookie is an offense to my taste buds," you say and people shake their head at you, disappointed. "I liked the taste of it," one says. "If you don't like it, go buy a different cookie!" Well... easier said than done. "It's not that bad," another says, shrugging in defeat. "I mean yeah, I don't really like it, and the baker stopped making them two years ago... but I'm just happy to have had any cookie at all, you know?" You do know, but that doesn't mean it's any less frustrating. You look at the hundreds of cakes available, these bakers spending decades perfecting their recipes, and wish cookies had even a fraction of that work put into them. You find people who agree with you, absolutely, but there's this this prevailing sense that a cookie is a cookie. Any cookie will do. Supposedly.

Except go long enough and you feel like you're ready to lose your mind. You take some poor person by the shoulders and go, "Doesn't this bother you? Doesn't this make you furious? There is more to the cookie world than these three flavors, 90% of which is chocolate chip! And we deserve well-made cookies, not the crap they've been upholding as the next culinary masterpiece!"

But this person just shakes their head. "Well of course there's more to cookies than three flavors. There's a huge variety of cookies! I know that."

"Yes, but the world isn't selling that variety."

"Of course they are! Just last week I had an oatmeal raisin. That's amazing!"

"Yeah and how many years did it take you to find that?"

"Well..."

"And how did that oatmeal raisin cookie taste?"

Your prisoner pulls a face. "Ugh, not good. Oatmeal raisin is definitely not for me. It's hard as a rock! I really don't understand why someone would want to eat that on a regular basis."

"But it's not supposed to be hard as a rock!" you cry, waving your arms. "That's the problem! Oatmeal raisin is so goddamn rare and then the one time we get it, it was badly baked. Of course people are turned off by it. Everyone who already loves oatmeal raisin is getting pissed because their favorite cookie is misrepresented, they're unlikely to see more of them now, and everyone is still serving the most tasteless chocolate chip cookies I've ever had, acting like this is the pinnacle of cookie baking! Do you even know that a macron exists?"

The person pats your hand consolingly. "Of course I do. My roommate's sister's boyfriend used to bake macrons, you know. I don't know why you're so hung up on this. Cookies can be whatever the baker wants them to be. Provided they're a flat-ish sweet cake, they're still a cookie!"

You hang your head, giving up. "Yes, they can be so many things, but they're not. Let me know if you ever find a bakery actually making the variety you keep acknowledging exists. Bonus points if those cookies are edible. My soul if they're delicious, as a cookie should be."

"You know," they say, still patting your hand. "There's a bakery making chocolate chip with dark chocolate next year. Everyone is talking about it. You should think about buying one before they take it off the menu!"

You contemplate just walking into the ocean.

Now, incredibly long metaphor concluded... switch out "cookies" for "queer rep"! The representation matters because no, just making them gay isn't enough right now. You're right that queer people can be anything under the sun, but right now media isn't providing us with that variety. It's not enough to acknowledge that such variety exists, it actually has to make it into our books and onto our screen. Taking just characters who identify as gay and putting aside the HUGE variety of other identities for a moment (of which we are mostly lacking in terms of rep), where are the gay asexuals? The gay people of color? The disabled gays? Trans gays? Did your gay character appear for just a handful of episodes? Were they killed off? Are they nothing more than a stereotype or comic relief? Is this the only gay character in your entire story? We need to ask questions like this because though gay people can be anything under the sun, our media landscape has only shown a miniscule portion of that variety.

Today, even in 2021, our representation of gay people is still pretty limited to:

You are only coded as gay and evil

You are only coded as gay and queerbaited

You are canonically gay, but a cis, ablebodied, white person

You are canonically gay, but were written terribly/killed off/punished by the narrative/generally making the real gay people watching you feel awful about their identity

You are canonically gay, but you're not human. Gotta other the queerness by making you an alien/robot/fantasy being

You are canonically gay and that's your entire existence. There is one (1) narrative of how you knew by the time you were four, never questioned your identity after that, suffered through a family that rejected you, and now all your major arcs revolve around being gay. You are gay and that is it.

Despite being a list of six, that's still incredibly limiting. Are there exceptions to such a list? Always, but that doesn't mean the list isn't still dominating. We can look at any individual gay character and say, "Of course they can be evil/white/killed off/a joke/etc. because gay people can be anything at all," but when we look at the trends, when we look at ALL the media together, we see that gay people aren't actually depicted as being anything... they're depicted as being these handful of things, severely limiting how gayness is represented. Bad rep. If you hit up the bakery and question why there's only versions of chocolate chip available yeah, the baker can go, "But cookies can be any flavor! Including chocolate chip!" They are not, technically, wrong. The problem is not that chocolate chip exists, but that chocolate chip dominates and other flavors are rare, ignored entirely, or baked so badly it's actively damaging to that flavor as a whole. Yeah, your gay character can be mean. Or kinky. Or murdered by the story. But when so many gay characters are mean and kinky and murdered by their stories — when you're not getting other versions to balance that out and gay characters are still rare enough that it's just 1-2 characters trying to carry representation for an entire franchise — you start realizing that the claim of "Gay people can be anything else under the human experience" is an easy way to shut down the conversation of whether that variety actually exists in our storytelling yet.

It's not enough for the baker to acknowledge that yeah, of course there are hundreds of cookie flavors and of course cookies taste great! They've actually got to learn how to bake them properly and fill up their store with them.

#queer #mymetas

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please write a drabble to when jungkook from your eyes tell asks y/n to marry him 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i'm begging you or the first time they made love 🥺i just miss my couple sm

Have you read the special chapter of Your Eyes Tell? :D anyway, here’s the drabble you requested! :D Enjoy! <3

The exact time was 11:21am. The setting? Your apartment. You and Jimin were eating lunch together when a crazy idea popped inside your head.

"I'm going to propose to Jeongguk,"

Jimin choked on his juice the moment he heard you speak.

"W-What?" He rubbed his left ear as if doing that would make him understand your abrupt confession. Did he even hear you right?

Did you really want to propose to Jeon Jeongguk?

"I want to marry him, Jimin-ah. We've been dating for three months already..."

The way you said it confused him more. Three months. You had been dating Jeongguk for only three months. Jimin didn't understand why you were suddenly in a hurry.

"Okay," your best friend sighed, facing you—carefully analyzing your expression. He didn't want to upset you.

"I know you guys are soulmates, but isn't it too early to get married? I mean..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.

Jeongguk used to be an asshole to you. It took him so long to figure out that he loved you. What if he wasn't ready to take your relationship to another level? Or worse, what if he fucked up again? It would surely be hard for you to leave if you were already married.

"I just feel like it's not the right time, you know? You two are basically still at the merge stage. I see how you act around each other. You're so in love with him that I feel like you feel like he's never going to hurt you again. And...and!" He gasped, as if he just realized something. "Do you see the way Jeongguk looks at you? I know he has those innocent eyes, but he looks at you like you're the one who put the stars in the sky! Like you're the air he breathes—"

"Jimin..." You cut him off, huffing. "Why are you telling me this? Are you sure you don't want me to marry him?"

You didn't understand your best friend. He was only giving you more reasons why you should push through with your plan.

"I want you to marry him!" His eyes were wide. "I only said that it's not the right time yet. You guys are basically just getting to know each other. Besides, aren't you like...still mad at him? The last time I checked you banned him from your office building."

"That was months ago! We're cool now." You flashed a proud grin, causing Jimin to roll his eyes.

"You are batshit crazy! Why do you like that Jeon boy so much?"

It was a rhetorical question. Jimin clearly didn't expect you to get so sappy, but really, he was in the wrong here. He should know by now that you took everything about Jeongguk seriously.

You loved him that much.

"He asked me the same question before, you know? Gukkie doubts himself greatly. He thinks he's not worthy of love, but he is..." You were just like your soulmate. There were also stars in your eyes whenever you talked about someone you adored.

"I didn't give him an explanation because I don't know what exactly I love about him. Do you understand that feeling, huh, Jimin? Like when everything about that person screams love, you don't really know in particular why you love them? Jeongguk is like that for me. He hurt me bad before, but I guess what made me realize that he's the one I want to marry is that despite the pain he brought, it is still being overpowered by love. He showed me things I didn't know I was capable of feeling and doing..."

"Okay, stop." His eyes brimmed with tears. "I get it. You love him. You will always love him no matter what I say, so go. Just marry him. You have my blessing!"

"Really?" You embraced him when he nodded. "Cool! Help me prepare then! Who says girls can't propose to men?"

"No one! Let's go!"

Meanwhile...

The exact time was 11:21am. The setting? Taehyung and Jimin's shared apartment. Jeongguk and Taehyung were playing video games when a crazy thought popped inside your soulmate's head.

"I don't think she wants to marry me,"

Taehyung raised his brow the moment he heard Jungkook speak.

"What?" Taehyung didn't know whether to laugh or to shake his head. In the end, he chose to do both.

"Unless you're not talking about your soulmate, then I'm going to say you're being stupid." The older man laughed again. "Seriously, Guk? You don't think she wants to marry you? Are you blind or something? That girl will literally give you her heart for a dollar, and she wouldn't even mind if you break it into a hundred pieces. She's crazy over you."

Jeongguk frowned.

"What do you mean she's crazy over me? I will literally give her my heart for free, and I wouldn't even mind if she breaks it into a thousand pieces. I am crazy over her."

"Oh, God. Don't tell me you're so competitive you think you love her more than she loves you?"

"But it's true! I do love her more!" Jeongguk insisted, pouting his lips.

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. Typical Jeongguk.

"Whatever, man. Just marry her. I can help you choose what ring to buy." Taehyung put the controller down his lap, no longer interested in the game. "Or we can ask Jimin..."

Right. Because Jimin was your best friend.

"That sounds cool, but you're obviously not listening to me, hyung. I told you already. I don't think she wants to marry me!"

Jeongguk looked like he was about to cry. The thought of you rejecting him was enough to break his heart. He couldn't imagine a life without you anymore.

"Guk, you're just being dumb. Why wouldn't she want to marry you?" Taehyung groaned and Jeongguk sighed, explaining to his best friend his reason for thinking that.

Well, there was this one time when you two were watching a movie. Jeongguk intentionally chose a film related to a wedding. He was expecting you to comment what you liked if ever you decided to get married, but instead you stayed quiet throughout the whole film.

It also appeared like you didn't enjoy it. There was scowl on your face and you looked as though you were in deep thought.

"That's your reason?" Taehyung scoffed. "Wow, Guk. You're stupider than I thought."

"It's not just that!" Jeongguk snapped. He was struggling. He was in pain. He didn't know how to explain what's running inside his head.

"I'm just..." Your soulmate heaved a deep sigh. He looked so frightened. "I'm scared, hyung. I hurt her so much before. What if she doesn't want me anymore? I don't know...I can't...I feel like the only way I can do is to marry her, you know? I'm scared. I don't want her to leave me."

Jeongguk believed Taehyung would understand. However the latter only sighed.

"It sounds to me that you want to marry her for selfish reasons, Guk. You want to tie her down because you're afraid to be alone."

"No!" Your soulmate's eyes grew big, his heart was pounding. Shit. This was what scared him the most. People always misunderstood him since he wasn't good at expressing his feelings. How could he propose to you when he always ended up saying the wrong things?

"I just want to love her right, hyung. I want to show her that I am serious. She knows I am always trying to get away from her before. I don't want her to think that anymore. I want her to feel secured. I want her to know that she's the only one for me, that I'm not confused anymore. I mean, yeah...I don't want to be alone, but I don't want her to feel alone. I'm here for her. I'm going to take care of her. It's my turn to do that now..."

"Fuck." Taehyung exhaled loudly. "You really love her, huh?"

"More than her eyes can tell," Jeongguk smiled.

Taehyung and Jimin both helped you and your soulmate with the proposal. The four of you had no idea what the other party was planning.

You told Jimin not to tell Taehyung because the latter had a big mouth.

Jeongguk told Taehyung not to tell Jimin because the latter got excited all the time, he would probably end up telling you about the whole plan.

Basically, you and your soulmate shared the same reasoning. Luckily you and your soulmate had the same taste as well.

"I want to propose to her outside the sushi bar where she first confessed to me." This was what Jeongguk told his best friend. He wanted to be the one to confess to you this time.

"I want to propose to him outside the sushi bar where I first embarrassed him," and this was what you told Jimin. You wanted to relive that moment because it was hilarious. You hoped your soulmate wouldn't try to run away this time though.

Planning the event was rather fast. You and Jeongguk didn't want anything grand. You two just really, really want each other to say yes.

Sunday came, also known as the proposal day. You were already waiting outside the sushi bar. Unknown to you (and him) Jeongguk was standing just a few meters away from you.

Your phone was pressed into your ears. Jeongguk was talking to someone over the phone too.

"What do you mean you can't find him?" You groaned at Jimin from the other line. His job was to bring your soulmate here.

Taehyung had a similar task.

"Hyung! You said you'll bring her here!" Jeongguk felt like crying again. What if you found out about the proposal so you ran away?

"I don't know, Guk. I'm freaking out. I'm with Jimin right now. He's freaking out too. I heard him talking to your soulmate over the phone. I think she's already there."

Jeongguk didn't understand, but he still craned his neck, looking for you.

It didn't take him long to see you because you were already heading towards his direction.

"Gukkie!" You embraced him, your heart was beating erratically. Fuck. He was here! "I thought you ran away!"

Your soulmate creased his forehead. You thought he ran away when he was convinced that you did the same?

"Why would I run away? I want to be here. I'm glad Taehyungie-hyung convinced you to go here..." He felt like he could finally breathe even though he was releasing you from the hug.

It was your turn to give him a confused look.

"Uh? Taehyung didn't have to convince me. I'm here because I want to..."

Jeongguk's face turned pale.

"W-Wait! So you know?" He didn't know what to feel. Did Taehyung tell you about the plan? Damn! Why couldn't that boy keep his mouth shut?

"Of course I know!" You grinned, squishing his cheeks. "I never hesitated even a second, Gukkie. I want to marry you..."

His expression softened. You just said you wanted to marry him. Was he dreaming? God. This felt too good to be true. You made everything so easy.

All he had to do now was get on his knees, right?

"Good," and so he did. And then he fished a small box from the pocket of his jeans.

"Marry me, then."

You said you knew.

You knew, but why were you acting so shocked? Why were there tears in your eyes?

"Jeongguk..." You were shaking. He didn't understand. Did he do something wrong?

You suddenly got on your knees as well. Just like him, you also brought out a small box.

"I was supposed to do this." You laughed, showing him the ring you bought. "I was supposed to propose to you!"

Jeongguk couldn't believe it.

"Y-You..." He swallowed thickly, tears filling his eyes. "Thought about this too? But...I'm the guy! I should be the one doing this for you!"

He cried.

You cried too.

Both of you didn't know what to say. What to do? You had a plan. He did too.

When the stares of the people became too much to bear, he realized fuck it.

"Doesn't matter who proposed. I just know that I want you." He pulled your hand, carefully putting the jewelry right on your ring finger.

You did the same to him. Jeongguk's hand was trembling as you did it.

You stood up. Jeongguk followed, pulling you into an embrace once again.

"I love you so much..." He murmured, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, Gukkie..." You didn't murmur it. Your voice was loud and instead of kissing his forehead, you aimed for his lips.

And boy did he taste so sweet.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #ficswithluv #jungkook x reader #jungkook soulmate au #jungkook roommate au #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x you

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