#and she was like ‘hey. building up your relationship with God is really important. if you go to those churches again it is going to be bad’ | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thewritingrowlet · 1 year ago

Text

The Queen from The East, ft. tripleS Kotone

tags: first time (for the OC as well), creampie, cum-in-mouth, friends-to-lovers (I hope)

word count: 13k+

author's note: that seriously did not feel like 13k+ words. I just kept writing and writing over the weekend and somehow got here. Thank you always for reading, hope you like this one as well <3

p.s. almost forgot; I put a handful of little references and details (borrowed names, etc) in the fic using tripleS and the industry in general. Let me know which ones you manage to catch.

“Yo, prez, wait up”, that’s Seunghan, one of your staffs in the student council. You turn around and see him jogging to you. You ask him as he’s approaching you, “what is it, man?”. “News from Professor Hwang: a foreign student is transferring to our university, and-and she wants you to be there with her when the student arrives; you know, as the president of the council—God, I haven’t run this much in months”, he delivers the news as best he can despite his pants. “So, I’m meeting Professor Hwang, huh? When and where?”. Seunghan tells you the time and place of the new student’s arrival, “so in 2 hours, huh? Okay then”, you say to him. “Oh, one more thing”, Seunghan says before leaving, “you have to wear this”, he points to the council uniform he’s wearing. You roll your eyes when you hear his words—you have a love-hate relationship with that uniform. You find it unnecessary and cringe that your uniform specifically has the president’s badge on the right side of the chest area.

You don’t feel like walking back to your apartment, so you call an Uber and wait for it at the bus stop. The security guard at the bus stop, who you know pretty well, walks up to you, “going somewhere, president?”. He knows that you don’t really like being called “president”, so you know he’s in a playful mood. “Yeah, I gotta go home and change clothes, there’s a foreign student coming in less than 2 hours and we’re welcoming this student”, you tell him. “That’s curious”, he looks to the side, “must be an important person that you’re welcoming them”. You see your Uber pulling up to the bus stop, “we’ll see. See you later, Mr. Choi”, you wave him goodbye and get in the car. During the ride home, Mr. Choi’s words ring in your head repeatedly, “must be an important person”. You do your best to shake off your sudden nervousness—you don’t like being nervous as it makes your brain lag and your lips stutter.

As soon as you arrive at your building, you go straight to your unit and nervousness comes creeping to you once again. You decide to call a lifeline that is your mom; her heavenly and loving voice always calms you down no matter what storm is approaching. She picks up the phone right away, as she always does, “hi, sweetie—you’re on speaker, your dad is sitting next to me right now”, she says. “Hey, mom and dad”, your nervousness is obvious as it makes your voice shake, “I, uh, uh”—the words aren’t coming out of your mouth—”there’s a foreign student transferring to the university, and-and Professor Hwang wants us to welcome them”. “Sure, sweetie, go on”, your mom says. “Someone pointed out that it could be an important person so now I’m kinda nervous”, you confess to your parents. “Could it be them, honey? You told me a few days ago that he’ll be bringing his family and move to Seoul”, you hear your mom say to your dad. “Dad?”, you inquire, “you have something to tell me?”. “I don’t know exactly when they’re moving here, though, love”, your dad replies to your mom—you find it cute that they still talk so sweetly to each other as if they were still dating and not married for over 30 years. “You’ll have to see for yourself, sweetie”, your dad says over the phone—yes, your dad calls you “sweetie” like your mom does, “their last name is Kamimoto, so pay attention in case they have that name”. “Oh shit, you’ll have to behave, son”, your brain says.“Hey, president”, your dad calls out to you, “it’ll be fine, they’re some of the nicest people I know. Gather your mind, sweetie, there’s nothing to be nervous about”.

You spend a few more minutes talking to your parents. You talk about all sorts of things over the phone: their plan to visit Dubai to celebrate their marriage anniversary in October (it’s still friggin’ February, by the way), their plan to repaint the house, and their curiosity as to whether you’ve found a girlfriend yet; “I’ll date a Kamimoto, how about that?”, your parents laugh hearing you say that. “Alright, I gotta go, they’ll be here soon. I love you, guys. Also, tell Mr. Kim I said hi. See you soon, bye”. Mr. Kim is your parents’ chauffeur who has been with your family since you were a kid. He’s one of your parents’ employees who you admire thanks to his work ethic and sincerity in everything he does.

You throw your phone to the bed and take a quick shower. You then dig through your wardrobe to find your council uniform. You also decide to swap your canvas pants for trousers for more properness, just in case it really is the Kamimoto family. You don’t bother looking at the clock since you figure it’ll be better to get back as soon as possible and wait there until they arrive, so you call an Uber again to take you back to campus.

On your way back to campus, you see a Bentley Flying Spur in the Heather colorway, similar to what your parents have but painted in a different color, parked in front of your favorite sandwich shop, “oh, it’s really them, isn’t it?”, you say in your head. “We really need to behave here, young one”, your brain says in return. You look ahead and see the university building, indicating that you’re not too far away from it. You take a deep breath to calm yourself as your Uber gets closer to the gates. You get off the Uber at the same bus stop and see Mr. Choi again. “Have you figured out who it is yet?”, he asks. “I have some ideas, I’ll tell you later”, you give him and the other guard a nod and walk fast to Professor Hwang’s office.

You knock on her office door and the door gets unlocked. Professor Hwang is sitting in her chair, busy with the papers scattered on her desk—you also notice that her name stand is toppled over. She looks up and greets you with a warm smile, “hello, Mr. Jeon. Have a seat, please”. “Good afternoon, professor”, you nod and take a seat in front of her, “why the formalities, if I may ask?”. “I just heard that they’re important people, that’s all”, she looks at what you’re wearing and chuckles, “I’ve finally managed to make you wear the council uniform, haven’t I?”. You groan, “oh, come on, aunty. You know I don’t like this uniform”, you complain and lean back in your chair—that’s right, Professor Hwang Miyoung is actually your mom’s half-sister, but no one at the university knows about that—no one simply needs to. “Oh, I do. I must say, you look good in it. It says ‘president’ on your chest for everyone to see, as well”, she laughs but her eyes are locked at the papers again.

You hear a knock on the door and straighten your posture at the sound—can’t make it obvious that you’re just chilling with your aunt who also happens to be the dean. “Excuse me, Professor Hwang”, Miss Yoon, a staff member, says, “they’re here”. “Thank you, Miss Yoon”, she says as Miss Yoon retreats, “that’s our cue, my boy”. Professor Hwang takes your hand and drags you through the door in her office that leads straight to the meeting room next to it. She sits on one end of the table while you sit on the other, she then presses a button in front of her and speaks into the intercom, “please bring them in, Miss Yoon”. Miss Yoon opens the door and brings the guests in: a girl and her parents.

“Good afternoon, professor and council president”, Miss Yoon says, “this is Mr. and Mrs. Kamimoto and their daughter who will be transferring here, Kotone”. Your brain alerts you, “it really is the Kamimoto family—remember your etiquette training”. You and Professor Hwang get up from your seats to greet them. “Sir, madam”, you say before bowing slightly in respect. You make eye contact with Kotone, so you have no choice but to acknowledge her presence and greet her with a polite smile, which she reciprocates twice as sweetly. Professor Hwang reaches out and shakes Mr. and Mrs. Kamimoto’s hands while Kotone moves to shake yours.

Everyone then takes a seat, and Professor Hwang starts the conversation, “welcome to Seoul, everyone. I take it we’ll be formalizing the transfer?”. Mrs. Kamimoto starts talking in response, her voice soft like your mom’s, “Thank you, professor. That is correct, we’re sending Kotone to study and get her degree here since we’ll be living in this city for at least 6 years. We would love to have a little chat as well if it’s not too selfish of us”. You glance at Kotone again, who’s sitting to your right, and see that she’s looking at you, so you look away in shyness and do your best to not blush because that would be very awkward.

It is now Mr. Kamimoto’s turn to speak, “I see that you’ve brought the council president as well, professor”, he looks at the goof sitting at the other end of the table: you, “please take care of our precious Kotone, president”, he continues. “You don’t have to call me that, sir”, you try to focus on the people in front of you, “please refer to me by my name, if you don’t mind; it’s Jeon Yunho”. “Jeon, Jeon—huh, that last name sounds very familiar”, Mr. Kamimoto looks at his wife for a few moments before turning back to you, “are you Jeon Daewon’s son, by any chance?”. “That is correct, sir. Have you met my father before?", you try to dig as much information as you can. “My wife and I are close to your parents, son. Tell me, will you take over your father’s company one day?”, Mr. Kamimoto’s acuteness surprises you. “We have talked about it before, sir. We have agreed to see how things turn out”, you answer his question as best you can. He seems to be somewhat satisfied with your answer, as he gives you a small nod, “you need to be ready, son; we’ll build our empire together and have you and Kotone at the helm”.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”, you scream in your head. His words stun you; you met these people mere minutes ago and he’s saying that? “Yo, this is fucking absurd, man”, your say in your head. You look at Kotone, who’s now looking down at the table, the pink tint on her cheeks clear as day to see. “Soojin-unnie will be so, so proud of you, Yunho-yah”, Professor Hwang says with a warm smile on her face. Her words surprised Mrs. Kamimoto, who questions her right away, “you know his mother, professor?”. “Ah, my apologies for speaking so carelessly”, she slaps her forehead, “I do, Mrs. Kamimoto. His mother is my half-sister, so we have different last names: mine is Hwang while hers is Shim—please don’t tell anyone, by the way”. Mrs. Kamimoto turns to her husband, “Life surprises you all the time, doesn’t it?”, she then looks to you and smiles warmly. Mr. Kamimoto’s eye smile is forming on his face as he nods in agreement, “it sure does”.

You proceed to spend almost an hour talking to the Kamimoto family about a wide range of subjects. They ask you about your grades, which you have no problem bragging about (keeping over 3,7 GPA for 4—potentially 5—straight semesters is no easy feat), your student council career, and your romantic life. You shyly confess to them that you have never dated anyone, citing your commitment to save yourself for someone special. Mr. Kamimoto nods in understanding while Mrs. Kamimoto giggles as she covers her mouth with a hand—Kotone looks away from you once again when you look at her. You really hope that you’ll be able to talk to her and get to know her better after this, as this meeting has a very big chance of making things awkward between you two.

Mr. Kamimoto looks at his watch and notices that they’ve spent too much time talking, so he gets up from his seat followed by his wife and daughter, “our apologies, professor, but we’re running short on time. My wife and I have some places we need to get to soon”. Everyone shakes the other’s hand, and before he heads out of the door, Mr. Kamimoto pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, “you’re a good young man, your parents must be proud. Take care of my Kotone, will you?". “I will do my best, sir”, you whisper back to him and shake his hand after.

Kotone’s parents and Professor Hwang file out the door while Kotone herself stays in the room with you. “President”, she looks up at you with all the confidence she can muster, “can we be friends?”. You couldn’t pay much attention earlier, but her tone and thick accent sound adorable to you now. “Only if you don’t call me ‘president’ ever again”, you chuckle. “You’re older than me, though. Sunbaenim?”, she rubs her chin as the gears in her head turn. “Absolutely not”, you laugh, “you can call me ‘oppa’ if it’s okay with you”. “Deal, Yunho-oppa it is. You can call me Tone, by the way”, she shakes your hand one more time.

You now find yourself in front of your council office after giving her a tour of the university grounds. “This is the student council’s office”, you introduce the room in front of you to Kotone. You open the door and see that it’s empty; “great timing”, you murmur. You open the other door that has the text “president” written on it. “Welcome to my office, Tone-yah”, you head to your chair as she looks around the room. “It’s so… empty. There’s only a desk and two chairs”, she says. You laugh, “true, the previous president had so many things, so I took them out of the office”. She immediately sits on the empty chair while you just look at her. She looks at you, blinks a few times, and gets up from her seat while yelling, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to sit without your permission like that”. You’re absolutely flustered, “hey, hey, it’s okay, we’re friends; my friends do that all the time”. She blinks a few more times before shyly sitting back down.

“Tone-yah”, you say to her, who is now more relaxed and has her back turned away from you, “there’s a reason I brought you here”. She turns her chair to your direction, “and that is?”. You turn on the computer on your desk, “you see, I talked to my parents before meeting you and your parents today”. You enter the password on the computer before continuing, “I was asking my parents for advice because I was so nervous, and then they revealed that one of their business partners is moving to Seoul with his family. My dad told me to look out for the last name Kamimoto”. She maintains eye contact with you, her confusion is shown clearly on her features, “okay?”. “On my way here, I saw a Flying Spur parked in front of a Grilled Greed—there aren’t many Flying Spurs in this country to begin with, you see—so I figured that it was indeed my dad’s business partner’s family, and here you are”, you explain to her.

She says none and spins her chair around and around. She finally stops after a few spins, “I’m sorry, oppa, but I really didn’t catch the point”, she scratches her head. You chuckle at the sight in front of you. You get up from your chair and walk behind her, “the point is that you now owe me a video call with my parents”, you say as you push her chair to the other side of the table. You call your mom using WhatsApp on your computer. It takes a bit longer for her to pick up, but she eventually does. “Mom, is dad with you?”, you begin. “No, but I can get him. He’s in his office and I’m in the bedroom”, your mom says over the phone. “Yes, do that, please”, you look at Kotone who is still speechless, “I have something to show you two”.

It takes a few seconds for your mom to reach your dad’s office, and you hear your dad’s voice after your mom hands the phone over to him. “Sweetie, is everything okay? Your mom told me you have something to show us”, your dad is a bit concerned, as heard in his voice. “Well, not something—someone. Let’s switch to video call now”, you push Kotone out of the frame so that only you are seen on the camera. Your parents accept your video call request, and you see them sitting next to each other while looking at the screen confusedly. “Remember when I called earlier and said that I was nervous, and then you revealed that your business partner is moving to Seoul with his family?”, you grab the arm rest of Kotone’s chair and pull her into the frame, “well, here she is: the Kamimoto heir herself, in the flesh”.

Your parents stay quiet but the surprise on their faces is obvious. You don’t want this to start getting awkward, so you start the conversation, “mom and dad, meet Kotone. She’s the daughter of your friends and she’s transferring to my university. Kotone, this is my parents”. Your dad laughs and looks at your mom, “Akihito thinks he’s slick, doesn’t he? He thinks he can move to this city without me knowing”. Your mom smiles at your dad’s joke and starts talking to the camera, “hello, Miss Kamimoto, we are the Jeons. How are you? Is Yunho treating you well?”. “Oh, um, um—he-hello, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. My-my name is Kamimoto Kotone, nice to meet you both”, you can tell that she’s both surprised and nervous to suddenly hop on a video call with your parents. “Nice to meet you too, sweetie, but you didn’t answer my wife’s questions”, your dad cracks a joke. “Oh-oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon—what were the questions, oppa?”, Kotone whispers to you. “They asked how you are and if I’m treating you well”, you help her, “I’m well, Mrs. Jeon, thank you for asking. Ye-yes, Yunho-oppa is treating me well; he-he gave me a tour around the campus and now he’s brought me to his office”.

The sun went down at some point when you were talking over the video call with your parents and Kotone. “Sweetie”, your mom calls out to you, “I want to talk to you privately after we’re done, okay?”. Your eyes widen, not quite sure what your mom is trying to say, “sure, mom”. Kotone glances at you before quickly looking at the screen again. “Miss Kamimoto”, it’s your dad’s turn now, “tell me, would you visit our house one day for dinner?”. His question hits Kotone like a jab with how frontal it is—unlike a jab, though, it doesn’t hurt at all, just blush-inducing. “It would be such an honor, sir”, she turns her head to look at you and then back to the screen before covering her cheeks with her palms to hide the blush, “to what do I owe the pleasure, sir and madam? Al-also, please call me Kotone; there’s no need to be so formal with me”. “You owe us nothing, sweetie”, your dad shrugs, “you seem like a sweet person, and we just want to know you better”.

Your smartwatch vibrates; “stand up and move”, it says. “Has it really been an hour already?”, you find out that it’s now past dinner time. “Dad, mom, I’m sorry but we need to go. Kotone hasn’t eaten since this afternoon”. “Ah, has it been that long?”, you dad looks at the clock on the wall behind him, “yeah, I guess you’re right, sweetie. That’s alright, we can wrap it up here”. “Oh, one last thing, Mrs. Shim, if you don’t mind”, Kotone raises her hand and pushes you out of the frame to take the space in the center. Amused and surprised at the same time, your mom laughs and slaps your dad repeatedly in the back when she hears Kotone say her maiden name while your dad just smiles widely as he leans his head against his hand, “I haven’t used that name for over 30 years, sweetie—how did you know that name?”, your mom patiently replies to her. “Oh, I-I’m so sorry, Mrs. Jeon. Professor Hwang earlier said that she’s your half-sister. I-I was going to ask you about that, but I accidentally said your maiden name. Please accept my apology”, she bows in front of the screen. “Ah, Miyoung? Yes, she’s my half-sister, indeed—a bit of a long story actually, which is why you should visit us for dinner!”, your mom covers her mouth to hide her big laugh. “Alright, I’ll see you two soon! Bye!”, your mom and dad wave at the camera and end the call.

Kotone sighs and melts into the chair she’s sitting on, “oppaaaa, why did you do this to meeeeee, aaaaagh”, she whines cutely. “Ahahaha it’s nothing, sweetie. I just wanted to have a little follow-up with my parents on our conversation from earlier today”. Her eyes widen when she hears you refer to her with a pet name, “sweetie?”. Realization slaps you in the face; this is day one and you’re nowhere near the endearment stage. “Oh, I’m so sorry, that habit comes back to me every time I talk to my parents; I mean you heard how often they said that word”, you deflect. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat”, you get up from your chair and start walking out of the council office followed by Kotone.

“Oh, actually—wait outside, will you? I need to call my mom, you heard what she said ealier”, you find your mom’s number on your phone and call her. She picks up immediately, “hi, mom. You said you wanted to talk?”, you greet your mom. “Hi, sweetie. I just wanted to remind you to treat her well”, she starts, “your dad and I know that you are a good person and are more than capable of taking care of someone—we raised you to be that sort of person”. “Of course, mom. I would never hurt Kotone”, you tell her. Your heart wonders after you say that sentence, “are you sure she’s your friend or have you started thinking that she’s more than that?”. “Yunho-yah”, she calls out, “I think you might be able to have a special something with Kotone”. That sounds absurd, considering that you have just met Kotone today, but you’re not in the mood for disagreement with your mom at the moment, “you know I like living life one day at a time, mom, we’ll have to see where we go from here”. “Of course, sweetie—oh, almost forgot; I had your dad send you some money and we want you to treat her to dinner. Can you do that?”. You hear a chime from your watch, “KR₩ 500.000 has been credited to your account”, the notification says; “that is a ridiculous amount of money for dinner”, you think to yourself. “Sure, I’ll take her to Grilled Greed or something”, you say.

“I’m guessing that was your first time at Grilled Greed”, you say while walking side by side with Kotone. “Of course it was, oppa. We don’t have that in Tokyo”. You keep walking until you get to the gates—no Mr. Choi this time. You say bye to the guards and give them a little wave; deep inside, they’re probably wondering where has the president found this girl and why is she following him around like that. “Walk faster, Tone-yah. Do you not want to eat?”, you tease her with your fast walking speed. “Op-hah-oppa, slow down, please. I can’t keep up with you”. You hear her sincere plea and stop in your tracks. You turn around and notice that her steps have gotten heavier as her legs are about to give out any moment now. You walk back to Kotone and kneel in front of her while showing your back to her, “come, I’ll carry you”. Your back is turned, so you don’t see the way her cheeks turn red as if burned by the sun.

You keep carrying her until you arrive at the doors of Grilled Greed, “we’re here, Miss Kamimoto”. “Oh, c’mon, not you calling me by my last name like that”, she jumps off your back and tidies her clothes. “Alright, let’s go in”, you take her hand and pull her into the restaurant. “Can you tell me what you had earlier?”, you ask Kotone as you look at the menu board above you. “I had the number 3 while my parents had the number 1”, she points at the board, “did I choose well, oppa?”. “It’s fine, yeah. There are things I like way better, though”, you then turn to Jaehyuk, the shop’s employee you’re the closest with, and tell him your preferred orders, “I’d like to have a number 0 with extra pickles. As for the lady“, you turn to Kotone, “what are we thinking, Tone-yah?”. “Pick for me, oppa”, she relinquishes her freedom of choice to you. “Do you like tomatoes?”, she shakes her head at your question, “I’d also like to add a number 6, two packets of honey barbeque sauce, two packets of mango habanero sauce, and two large crinkle-cut fries as well, please”. Jaehyuk then gives you two big cups after you’re done ordering and paying, and you head to the drink machine to get their signature iced lychee tea.

You can’t find an empty table on the first floor, so you head upstairs, “Jaehyuk-hyung, we’re upstairs!”, you notify him, and he gives you a thumbs-up as acknowledgement. You find an empty table in the corner and pull a chair for Kotone before sitting down across her. “What did you get for us, oppa?”, she takes off her coat and sets it on the empty chair next to her. “Well, number 0 is a spicy chicken sandwich with their specialty sauce, and I asked for extra pickles. Your number 9 is a double smash burger with cheese and grilled onions, which I think goes really well with their mango habanero sauce”. “Double!?”, her tone rises in shock, “that must be a big one, oppa. I won’t be able to finish it!”. “Nah, you will, you haven’t eaten all day”, you shrug.

It took about 15 minutes for the food to arrive at your table and both of you start with the fries first. “Warm and crispy as always”, you nod in satisfaction. “Here, dip it in this”, you open a packet of mango habanero and dip a fry in it. Your groan sounds like a moan this time, as you’re reminded how hard this combo hits. “Habanero? Isn’t that, like, super spicy?”, she wonders. “Just try a little bit if you’re scared, I think it’s amazing—we should come back and try their blueberry chipotle sauce next time, by the way”, you tell her. “You come here often, don’t you, oppa?”, Kotone says as she dips a fry into the sauce, “oh, it’s really good, actually”. You smile at her, “told ya it’s good—and yes, I do come here a lot. The amount of money I’ve spent in this shop is absurd”. “You should just buy the restaurant at this point, no?”, Kotone jokes before letting out a loud laugh, which you find to be cute. You laugh at the joke enthusiastically, “nah, they run this place better than anyone else ever could. Maybe I’ll invest in them or something”.

After finishing a serving of fries, you two move on to your sandwiches. Kotone unwraps her burger, and her jaw drops in surprise, “wow, look at this thing”, she rotates the sandwich around to take a good look at it. She then takes a bite and immediately closes her eyes and leans back in her chair at the taste, “holy shit, that is glorious—excuse my language, oppa”. You giggle at her reaction to the food and unwrap your sandwich. Kotone sees the visuals of your sandwich and comments, “that looks really spicy, you sure you can handle that?”. You shrug at her comment, “yeah, I think the pickles balance the spiciness really well”, you then take a bite of your sandwich; the chicken is both juicy and crispy while the buns are very soft—absolutely incredible.

You two finally finish all the food you ordered after 30 minutes of eating. Kotone’s drink is still full because she was drinking from your cup, like a true friend. “I don’t think I’ve asked where you live in this city”, you say to her. “I’m staying in a hotel until the weekend. I was thinking if you can help me find an apartment after that”, she wipes her mouth with a napkin, “can you do that?”. “Sure, let’s start tomorrow since I’m free tomorrow”, you tell her. “What about me? Am I free tomorrow? You’re the president, do you have any idea how this works?”, she asks you a quick burst of questions. “Council president”, you correct her, “let’s not make it sound like I’m someone super important—now to answer your question: you’ll most likely be free of schedules this week so feel free to do whatever. Transfer students usually start on the following Monday after they have been registered at the university”.

“Okay, so how do you want to do this?”, you say to her outside the restaurant. “What do you mean?”, she’s unsure of what you’re talking about. “Your hotel is quite the distance away from this area so I offer you two options: we walk to my apartment and get the car so that we can drive there, or we go in that direction to catch a bus”, you tell her. “Hmmm”, Kotone puts on her thinking cap, “can we do option 1?”. You nod, “we sure can”, you kneel and offer her your back again, “get on—don’t spill your drink on me, though”. She gets on your back, and you give her a piggyback ride to your apartment.

“Whew, here we are, finally—hah, fuck”, you pant in exhaustion. “Get-get down, princess, please”, you say to the girl on your back. Kotone blushes when she hears you call her that, but since you don’t have eyes on the back of your head, you’re oblivious to it. You look straight into her eyes before opening your mouth, “I’m respectfully asking you to come up with me to get the car key because I don’t want to leave you outside alone. On my family’s name, I swear I will not do anything stupid or harmful to you”. Kotone covers her face to hide her watermelon-red cheeks; “oppa is so sweet and mature but also goofy at the same time”, her heart says. “Of-of course, oppa. Lead the way, please”, she reaches out and holds your hand. Your heart flutters at the contact but you do your best to hold your excited horses and lead her through the building to your unit.

You finally arrive at your door after navigating through the building. “Why is your unit on the highest floor like a building owner, oppa? Do you actually own this building? Maybe your parents?", she asks you. You let out a small laugh as you punch in the door code, “No, I don’t own this building—we’re looking, though”. You open the door and stand on the side, “I’m respectfully asking—wait, what?", your words are cut off as Kotone enters right away. “I heard you the first time, oppa. I know you won’t try anything with me”, she smiles warmly at you. “Cool, okay”, you shrug, walk to the table by the door and open the section locked behind a fingerprint scanner. “You’re just like my dad”, she giggles, “he also keeps his keys like this—my mom and I can open it, though”. “One day you’ll be able to open this too, sweetie”, you hear your heart say. You shake your head to rid the thought and grab the key, “alright, we can go now”. You two get out of the apartment and lock the door behind you.

You enter the escalator with Kotone and head to the basement parking lot. Good for you, your car is parked in a reserved spot close to the escalator—shoutout to dad who managed to arrange it. “Here’s my car”, you point to the white 2023 Nissan GT-R in front of you. “Were you trying to impress some Japanese girl by owning a Japanese car?”, Kotone laughs, “because it’s working right now, oppa, and it’s not about the car”, she mutters to herself. “I mean, I’ve always wanted a GT-R so I bought one”, you unlock the car and open the passenger door, “please, make yourself comfortable”. Kotone gets in the car and puts on the safety belt right away, “very good, safety first”, you commend her. You close her door and get in the car from the driver’s side. The car roars to life when you press the start button, “Hoookay, let’s act nice, Nina; we have a princess in the passenger seat today”, you glance at Kotone who happens to be looking out the window to hide her blush.

You start driving and get out of the building through the gate. You now find the two of you sailing the asphalt sea. “You have a name for your car, oppa?”, Kotone attempts to start a conversation. “I do, actually. I named my parents’ old Phantom as well; it was Blacky, because it was, well, a black car. I’m weird like that, you know?”, you confess despite your embarrassment. “You’re not weird”, Kotone hears her brain say. “I’m so deep into this already, aren’t I?”, she wonders to herself. “Is there anywhere you want to visit on the way? Convenience store, maybe?”, you ask her next. “I do need to buy some things, actually. Can we stop by at one?”, she requests. “Siri-yah”, you call out to your phone, “find me a convenience store”.

You proceed to drive to the convenience store that was suggested to you by Siri. Kotone tells you to stay in the car because she won’t be long. She’s duping you so that you won’t know the things she’s buying: soaps, pads, snacks, and condoms; “in case we’re getting lucky tonight”, she thinks to herself. Thankfully for her, the bag isn’t transparent like some other stores use, so its content can remain a secret to the eyes of others, like you. In less than 10 minutes, she gets back in the car and implies that she’s ready to continue the trip.

It doesn’t take long from that stop until you get to her hotel. You find a parking spot in front of the lobby and get out of the car with Kotone. “I’m guessing you’ve been here before?”, she walks over to you to talk some more. “I have, for a meeting. Never stayed here before, though”, you take her hand and head inside. “Do friends hold hands when they walk together?”, your brain is questioning everything you’re doing.

You and Kotone smile at every hotel staff member you see as you walk to the escalator. She stops a few steps away from the elevator and turns to look at you, “I’m respectfully asking you to come up with me”, she returns your words to you. You chuckle and shake your head, “and for what reason, Miss Kamimoto?”. Your question stuns Kotone and leaves her speechless; she was expecting that tonight was going to be a passionate one but you’re not cooperating right now. “Please, just go get some rest. You just arrived in this city a few hours ago, you must be tired. I’ll see you around, okay?”, you wave at her and turn to leave.

Kotone enters the elevator alone and goes to her room right away. She’s still stunned by how things turned out to be. She threw herself at you, but you didn’t jump at the opportunity to have a hot night the way Kotone had thought. “Ugh, what is wrong with this guy?”, she wonders in annoyance, “is he playing hard to get? Surely not, right?”. As soon as she enters her room, she throws her stuff on the bed before ditching her clothes and heads straight to the bathroom, hoping that a shower will help clear her mind. She stands underneath the running shower as water runs all over her body. “What plans do you have for us, oppa?”, she mutters to herself.

She leaves the bathroom after she’s satisfied with her shower. She digs through her suitcase to find some clothes to sleep in. She then grabs the bag of stuff from the convenience store, “not using these yet”, she looks at pack of condoms in the bag and stuffs it in her handbag for future use. Only when she gets on her phone does she realize that she didn’t ask for your number. “That’s unfortunate; we could’ve talked over the phone tonight”, Kotone sighs in disappointment. “Guess he’s right; I should just rest”, she positions her pillow and rests her head on it before drifting to dream land.

It's now the start of a new week, which means Kotone should be at campus for stuff like figuring out her schedule and potentially going to her first class. Your class doesn’t start until 9 am, so you opt to chill at the council’s office. You see Seunghan as you open the door to the office and he greets you as you two make eye contact, “yo, what’s up, prez. How did yesterday go?”. You walk up to him to give him a fist bump, “the transfer student turned out to be the daughter of my dad’s business partner”, you tell him in a clear manner. “Someone rich, huh?”, Seunghan says, “are you trying to date her or what? Maybe start building your little empire here?”. You chuckle and wave at Sunwoo who’s also in the room with you, “you’re yapping, man”. “Hey, I’m just saying—if it won’t be you, then it’ll be me”, you hear him say loudly behind the door. “Yeah, man, whatever”, you murmur to yourself. “You’re not really letting Seunghan get close to her, are you?”, your heart speaks its mind. You take a deep breath before replying to it, “no, absolutely not”.

You’re sleeping in your chair in your office until you hear some loud knocks on the door. “Oppa, you have a guest. She said her name is Kotone”, Sunwoo says behind the door. “Thank you, Sunwoo-yah. Please let her in”, you tell her as you recollect your consciousness. Would you look at that: Kotone is here to visit you on her first day as a student at the university. You look at what she’s wearing today: a black cardigan over a white shirt and a knee-long skater skirt. “Good morning”, you say before yawning, “have a seat, please. How are you today?”. “Were you actually sleeping?”, she sits in front of you and puts her bag on your desk. “Mm-hmm. I didn’t have much sleep last night, Tone-yah. My parents want to celebrate their anniversary in Dubai, so I had to speak with a bunch of people about a bunch of things”, you explain to her with strange hand gestures before leaning back in your chair again, “is there anything the president can help you with?”. “I need help figuring us out”, she says with a low voice. You didn’t catch it, so you ask her, “huh, what was that?”. She deflects in panic right away, “I was thinking we could get breakfast together, but you look so tired”. You take a deep breath and get up from your chair, “anything for the lady”, you say to her.

Kotone asks you to recommend a breakfast spot, so you take her to your favorite chicken congee shop for a bowl or two. “Good morning”, you say to the owner, “can we get two congees, two blackcurrant teas, and a serving of gizzard and liver, please?”. The owner writes down your order and you leave to find a table. “Gizzard and liver? Seriously?”, Kotone can’t believe what she just heard. “I like it, you should try some if you’re not too grossed out”.

You both sit at one of the few tables the shop has and have some small talk until the owner brings out your order. “How do you usually do this?”, Kotone looks at you for clues. Grab the bottle of pepper and chili powder in front of you and shake its contents out into your bowl. You pass the bottles to Kotone who then replicates your actions. “Here, try the gizzard on its own”, you encourage Kotone. She picks up a piece with her spoon and puts it in her mouth; “not too bad, actually—it’s chewy, why is it chewy?”, she says. You laugh at her, “that’s just how it is, really”.

You peek at your watch as you walk back to campus. 8:40 am, it says, which means you need to get ready for your classes today. “I’ll see you later, Tone-yah”, you say to her when you reach the campus gate. “Can we go look at apartments later, oppa? I’ve looked up a few options. We’ll need your car too, if you don’t mind”, she says to you. You don’t have anything to do tonight, so you agree to her, “yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up later”.

You say your goodbyes and start walking away from her, and that’s when you feel a tap on your shoulder, “I don’t have your number yet. How am I supposed to text you, you dummy?”, she says. You give her your number and say your goodbyes once again. Kotone has another idea to say goodbye, as she gets on her tiptoes and pecks your cheek before running away. You’re glad that she runs away, because your cheeks are as red as a perfectly ripe tomato.

She texted you earlier and said that she’d be done at 3 pm. So here you are, waiting for her in front of the gate while sitting in your car. She recognizes the car right away as soon as she walks out of the gate because it’s not like anyone else drives a GT-R—one problem, though: she has a sad face right now. You hop out and offer her a hug, which she accepts immediately. “We’re making a scene, oppa”, her face is pressed against your chest, but her voice is still loud enough to reach your ears. “The world is ours, Tone-yah. These people are merely leasing it”, you close your eyes to savor the moment you’re sharing with Kotone. “That’s cute, but seriously, we should get in the car”, she pulls away from the hug and gets in the car.

You two are now hidden behind the tinted windows of your car which give you enough privacy to catch up. “What happened?”, you ask the frowning princess in your passenger seat. “Is my Korean that bad, oppa? Is there something wrong with my looks?”, her glassy eyes are threatening to release tears, “I tried introducing myself to some people, but they looked at me as if they didn’t understand what I was saying and then they laughed at me. I-I was wondering if maybe my Korean was bad, or if I looked weird”. You take a moment to think of an answer, “You do have an accent, but I don’t think it’s that bad. Your Korean is decent for a foreigner”. You’re not entirely sure if that’s good enough of an answer, but that’s what your little brain can come up with at the moment. A little hum is all the sound Kotone makes before asking you to start driving.

You’re not entirely sure where to go, but you guess that she probably would love to have a sweet treat, so you head to a Frozen Feast that’s 5 minutes away from campus to get some ice cream. Kotone sees the sign and signs of happiness return to her features, “we-we’re getting ice cream, oppa?”. “We are, sweetie”, you say as approach the first drive-thru window. “Welcome to Frozen Feast, what can I get you today?”, a staff’s voice comes out of the intercom. “Hi, can I have two Yunho Specials, please?”, you say back. You start driving forward to the next window when the staff has finished taking your order. “Yunho Special, huh?”, Kotone wonders, “just how big exactly is your name around these parts, oppa?”. “Oh, it’s nothing; just something I came up with when they were a smaller business. It’s a simple one but they decided to add it to their menu”, you explain to her. “And what exactly is it?”, her curiosity continues. “You’ll see, it’ll come out soon”.

True enough, a staff leans out of the drive-thru window and gives you your order. You pay for the order and quickly leave—you want to get to the park and enjoy the ice cream there before it melts. Also, since you’re the luckiest person in the world, your favorite parking spot at the nearest park is empty when you arrive there. “Let’s get out of the car and sit on that bench under the tree”, you grab the bag and jump out of the car, followed by Kotone, who now seems to be in a better mood. You sit on the bench and pull out a cup of ice cream that is named after you. Kotone’s eyes widen in excitement as she sees the ice cream in your hand, “that looks so good already”, she says.

You hand Kotone her ice cream and pull the other one out of the bag. “So, what is this, exactly?”, she says as she takes a spoonful. “It’s chocolate brownie ice cream, drizzled with banana sauce on top. I haven’t had this in a while, actually”, you explain to her before shoving a spoonful into your mouth. “The banana sauce is amazing, oppa”, she says. “I know, right? They used to use it for another item too. One day I just went there and asked if I could have my choco brownie ice cream covered in banana sauce and they said yes—like I said, very simple, but also very good”, you take another spoonful before looking at Kotone, who’s eating her ice cream very cutely and enthusiastically. You muster up your courage and start petting the back of her head softly, “I’m glad that you’re feeling better”. “It’s hard not to when I’m with you”, she looks away to hide her crazy blush, “you can call me ‘sweetie’, by the way. I like how it sounds when you say it”.

You both finish the ice cream after savoring each spoonful and get back in the car. “You said we’ll be looking for apartments?”, you confirm with her. “Actually, I figured that I’ll just live in the same building as you, oppa. Should make things easier for us—I mean, me”. You act like you didn’t hear her correcting herself, but you can’t help but feel a little tingle of excitement in your heart at the prospect of living close to Kotone. “We can do that, yeah. I’ll call them and ask if there’s an empty unit somewhere”, you say as you make a U-turn to head back to your building.

To make sure that things go smoothly once you get there, you call the management office that oversees your building as you’re driving. “Hello, thank you for calling Dynamic Dwellings. This is Park Shion speaking. How may I be of help?”, says the female voice over the phone. “Good afternoon, Miss Park. This is Jeon Yunho from floor 35 of the Songpa-gu apartment building. I’m calling because someone I know is looking for a unit in that same building. What information can you provide me with right now?”, you tell the lady. “Please hold the line for a moment, sir”, she says before pausing for about 20 seconds, “there is an empty, fully furnished unit on the 33rd floor available for purchase or lease, Mr. Jeon. A bit smaller in size than yours, I must say”. You look over to Kotone and she nods in approval, “We’ll come and have a look. We’re on our way now. Thank you for the help, Miss Park”. “Of course, sir. I’ve notified the front desk as well, please tell them your name so that they can help you further”, she informs.

You two arrive at the building and see the man sitting at the desk. “Good afternoon, mister. My name is Jeon Yunho, I called earlier about the empty unit on the 33rd floor”, you say to him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon. My colleague, Miss Lee Jiwoo, is waiting for you there. Would you kindly make your way there, please?”. You thank him and hold Kotone’s hand on your way to the elevator and to the 33rd floor. “Kotone is holding my hand tightly—her hand feels warm too”, you think as the elevator carries you to your destination. You’re instantly met with Miss Lee when you walk out of the elevator, “Mr. Jeon, is it?”, she initiates the conversation. You and Kotone take turns to shake her hand before Miss Lee leads you to the aforementioned unit. She asks the housekeeping staff accompanying her to open the door and enters the unit with you.

You and Kotone take a lap around the unit led by Miss Lee, who is giving you complete and concrete information about the unit itself, purchase and lease terms, and other bits that are of interest. Kotone speaks about her plan for a short-term lease, so Miss Lee offers her the shortest term she can do, which is 6 months. “Do I get a purchase option, Miss Lee?”, Kotone asks. “I apologize, madam, but you need to lease for at least 2 years to get one”, she regretfully informs. “I see”, Kotone gazes around the unit once again, “I’ll take the lease, thank you”. “Understood, madam. However, I regretfully need to inform you that we need 2 to 3 days before you can occupy this unit”, she pulls out a bundle of documents, “please kindly read and sign this document if you agree, madam”. You stand near the window while Kotone does her business with Miss Lee. “It was a pleasure, Miss Lee”, she says as they shake hands. Miss Lee then leaves right away.

“Oppa”, she calls out to you, “where do I stay then? Should I book another hotel room?”. “Time to make your move, my boy”, your brain tells you. “You can stay with me and use the other bedroom”, you keep looking out the window to hide your nervousness. You’re in for a surprise, as Kotone walks up to you and hugs you from behind. “You’re always so kind to me, oppa”, she leans against your back, “your back is as solid as a brick wall, what the fuck?”. You laugh and blush at the same time, but there’s another important thing you need to address, “what about your stuff at the hotel? Wanna go get them?”. “No”, she rubs her cheek against your back, “I’ll have someone get it for me. I heard that Miss Yamada is in town, she should be able to get them for me. Can we chill in your unit instead? I wanna lay down”.

You obey her wishes and lead her to your apartment to “chill”, as she said earlier. “That’s your room, behind that door”, you point at a closed door, “please make yourself at home. I’ll get some pizza delivered”. You pay no mind to what Kotone is doing as you head to your room to change into something more comfortable—you have no idea that Kotone was contemplating to follow you to your room. You get out of your room after changing clothes and ordering pizza and see that Kotone has ditched her clothes for a simple white T-shirt and a pair of shorts that barely cover half her thighs and is now lying on the sofa with her eyes closed. You’ve never had a female guest in your apartment apart from your mom and that one staff of hers, so you’re not used to this sort of sight—not yet at least.

You take a seat on the armchair next to her and ask her as you sink into it, “how are we feeling?”. “Hm? Oh, hey, oppa. Feeling much better, thanks to you. Thank you”, she smiles. “God, that smile is so precious”, you think to yourself. “Pizza will be here in about 15 to 20 minutes. I keep a spare towel in the drawers in the bathroom if you want to borrow it and get a shower”, you inform her. “Yeah, sure. Thank you, oppa”, she gets up from the couch and beelines to the bathroom to get a shower. “You can stop thanking me for every little thing I do for you, Tone-yah. We’re past that stage now”, you lean back and close your eyes. “Then what stage are we in right now, oppa?”, she mutters to herself before getting in the bathroom.

“Oppa”, you hear a yell behind the bathroom door, “I’m coming out of the bathroom. Please close your eyes”. “She has clothes, though”, you think, but you adhere to her request anyway. You cover your eyes with your hands and keep them shut behind your palms, “okay, you can come out now”. You hear the bathroom door swing open but you’re not hearing anything after that, so you keep your eyes covered until she says you can stop. Unbeknownst to you, Kotone decides to walk up to you and peck your lips. “Open your eyes, oppa”, she grabs your hands and pulls them down. She’s not naked like you suspected, as her T-shirt and shorts are covering her body. “Umm”, you don’t know how to act, “I, uh, uh, hm”. Her face is so close to yours, the pink tint on her cheeks obvious for you to see, “Oppa, I think I’m-I’m falling for you”, she confesses.

Her words hit you like a boxer’s straight, as you’re left stunned in your seat. Noticing that you’re not saying anything, she decides to keep punching, “you said that you’re saving yourself for a special someone—can I be that special someone, oppa?”. You finally start speaking when your brain is ready to function again. “Tone-yah”, you start, “what’s gotten into you in the shower?”. “Love, oppa”, she rubs your cheeks softly, ”love for you is what has gotten into me”. Your heart melts amid the confusion; you’ve never felt something like this about someone in your life before, “so you’re saying that I-I can call you mine?”. Kotone sits on your lap and pecks your cheek, “only if I get to you call you mine in return”.

You lean in for a passionate kiss to show her that you’re willing to fall for her the same way. It’s when she pulls away from the kiss that you decide to take the liberty to confess, “I love you, Tone-yah”. You’re surprised to see that Kotone is starting to tear up, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake, “I’m so sorry, did I get ahead of myself?”. “No, you didn’t”, she wipes a stray tear on her cheek, “I was just so scared that you’d push me away instead. My world would’ve lost its light if you had”. “One second, sweetie”, you fish your phone out of your pocket and fiddle with it for a few seconds, “I told the delivery guy to leave it at the door. I believe we have something important to attend to”. You lift your new girlfriend by the thighs, and she immediately wraps her limbs around your neck and back; “don’t drop me, please”, she pleas.

You walk to your bedroom door and push it open. You’re feeling cheeky, so you pretend as if you were going to drop Kotone onto the floor, making her scream in panic—this girl is as heavy as a feather, there’s no way you’re dropping her. You chuckle and put her down on the bed; “got you good, didn’t I?”, you tease the pouting girl in your arms. “That wasn’t funny, oppa”, she puts on a fake angry face as she makes herself comfortable on your bed. “You’ll need to make it up to me later, oppa”, she crosses her arms as she says that. You’re amused by her little stunt, so you give her a peck on the forehead and offer her a promise, “we’ll get another Yunho Special after this, okay?”. “But I don’t want more ice cream, oppaaaaa”, she whines cutely. You shrug, “never said it was ice cream”. Kotone laughs as she slaps her forehead, “I keep forgetting that you own this city”.

After exchanging jokes back and forth, Kotone puts on a serious face. She holds your hand with both hands and delivers a news exclusive for your ears only, “I’ve never had sex before, oppa. I-I’ve been saving myself for a special person as well, just like you”. You feel honored at the prospect of being her first, but you’re also very nervous as you’re as inexperienced as she is. “Let’s take this slow, okay?”, you suggest to her. She nods and pulls you into a kiss—it’s not very sensual, but you can really feel how much she loves you. She surprises you again by pulling your hand and placing it over her breast, “make me yours, oppa, and I’ll make you mine”.

You put on a show for Kotone by stripping all your clothes in front of her, showing her your muscular and healthy body. She eyes the big package hanging between your legs and bites her lips in nervousness. “Is that supposed to fit inside me, oppa? How?”, she says, nervousness drawn all over her features. “We’ll take this slowly, sweetie. I promise I won’t hurt you”, you try to comfort her. Thinking that she needs to strip as well, she starts pulling her T-shirt up somewhat in a rush. You jump to her and hold her hands, “let me take care of you, sweetie”. You slowly pull her T-shirt past her head and peck her lips after. You see the cute, white bras covering her perky breasts and peck her chest just above her cleavage, making her gasp in surprise. You hold the waistband of her shorts and look at her in the eyes, “may I, madam?”. She laughs to hide her nerves as she lifts her butt off the bed in cooperation, “madam, oppa?”. You maintain eye contact as you pull her shorts off, “you’ll be Mrs. Jeon soon, love”. Kotone’s eyes widen when she hears you say that, and she can’t help but cover her face in shyness.

Kotone has nothing else but her underwear, and you can see in her face that she’s very nervous and shy. “My love”, you call out to her, “we don’t have to do this now if you’re not sure. I love you no matter what happens tonight”. “I have a lot of things on my mind, oppa, but uncertainty isn’t one of them. Please, take care of me”, she says with determination in her eyes. You ask her to lie down and be comfortable before you come in for a kiss again. You’re not just expressing love, however—you’re also trying to rile her up. You quickly pull away from her lips and start kissing down her body: her neck, her chest, her stomach, and her thighs. Kotone lets out moans every time she feels a kiss on different parts of her nearly naked body, as you get rock hard from the sound of her moans.

“Oppa, oppa, please”, she squirms around the bed, “I can’t wait anymore. Please, oppa”. “I don’t have a condom, love. I’m sorry”, you say to her. “Just-just do it, please. We are each other’s first anyway. Please, oppa”. You peck her on the forehead before reaching behind her back to unlatch her bras. She throws them to the side impatiently before placing your hands on her panties, “promise me you’ll take care of me”. “I promise on my life, love”, you look in her eyes to show your sincerity. She nods and lifts her butt off the bed so you can pull her panties off. There it is: her prime and fresh pussy, never touched by any man (or woman) before, in all its glory in front of your eyes.

You get into a missionary position, your head hanging above hers. “Kotone, my baby”, you’re unleashing all the pet names you can come up with, “I love you”. “I love you more, oppa—my oppa”, she replies with a smile while looking at you straight in your eyes, seemingly less nervous compared to earlier. “Tell me, love, do I have your consent?”, you say with a low voice. “I’m offering myself to him and he’s still asking for consent? That’s so sweet and manly—that low voice is hot, too”, Kotone is drowning in her own thoughts, not answering your question. “Baby? I was asking if I have your consent”, you repeat.Kotone focuses again after hearing you repeat the question, “Of course you do, oppa. Am I not yours?”, she rubs your cheeks with her thumbs.

You straighten your back to get ready to take Kotone’s first and give her your first at the same time. You press the tip of your cock against her sealed entrance, and Kotone lets out a surprised yelp. “Gently, please”, she begs you. “Of course, baby”, you reply to her. Your inexperience is showing, as you miss her entrance and rub her clit with the underside of your shaft instead, forcing a moan out of Kotone. Kotone giggles after the little misfortune, “you really have never done this before, have you?”. “I haven’t, sweetie. I would never lie to you about a subject of this magnitude”, you confess to her—"crazy diction right there, buddy”, your brain says to you. “Come on, oppa. Stop teasing me and do it already”, she utters.

You focus on the task at hand—or is it at cock—and tries again. You use your left hand this time to guide your cock into her pussy, and you manage to get the tip in. Kotone gives you a nod, serving as a cue for you to keep going. You do just that, as centimeter by centimeter of your cock starts filling her pussy. Kotone is whining and moaning in such a high voice as you keep pushing into her—that is until she feels you break her seal, and that’s when she screams in pain with every bit of air she has in her lungs. “OPPA, OPPA, GENTLY. IT’S MY FIRST TIME, OPPA—AHHHHH”, her loud voice bounces on the walls of your bedroom. You stop pushing and leave your cock stuck in there; “I’m not moving, baby; you’re okay, you’re okay”, you lean forward and put your lips on her forehead.

Her screams and heavy breaths die down eventually, and you see that she has shed some tears. “I’m so sorry, baby. That must’ve hurt so much, right? I’m sorry, love”, you attempt to comfort her by wiping her tears and rubbing her cheeks. “It-it did hurt a lot; but more importantly, I’m now truly yours, and I’m so happy because I love you so much”, she says. Her words make you want to shed tears of your own thanks to how touching they were, but with the way her pussy is hugging your shaft, you’re more horny than emotional. “I’ll try moving again, tell me if it hurts again, babe”, and with that, you start moving again slowly, bottoming out in her pussy. Kotone is now moaning, as the pain of losing her innocence has subsided, “yes, oppa. I’m yours, I’m yours”.

You keep pushing and pulling at a slow pace, hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. Kotone makes an announcement after a few dozens of thrusts, “I-I think I wanna pee—why do I wanna pee all of a sudden?”. You’re not sure what you should do, so you opt to ignore her for now and keep thrusting and pumping; that’s when she screams again, “I’M GONNA PEE, PULL OUT—PLEASE”, and she squirts like a fountain when you do. She squirms around for what feels like 5 minutes until the high from her first ever orgasm dies down. “What the fuck was that?”, she says, her breath heavy due to her first orgasm in her life. “I believe that was your first ever orgasm”, you inform her. “And it’s all thanks to you, oppa?”, she looks at you with a happy smile on her face. “I’d like to think so”, you reciprocate her smile with a warm one of your own.

You lie down next to her and say sweet things into her ears: praising her for doing so well in her first time, expressing your gratitude for her, and how you’re looking forward to having a healthy and lasting relationship with her. She accepts all you’re saying, but then she’s reminded about something else, “you haven’t had an orgasm, have you?”. “I have not, but you look tired at the moment”, you take a few strands of her hair and stroke it softly. “I am, but I would love it if I could help you have an orgasm—this is our first time, remember?”, she straddles your lap and gets ready to help you cross the finish line. “Come on, oppa. Give me the first orgasm of your life”, she lines up her entrance with your cock and slowly sinks down on it until she’s fully seated. “Oh, God, you’re stretching me”, she says while panting, “I won’t be able to be with anyone else, oppa”. You feel a wave of anger in your heart, and you pull her down roughly so you can speak your words straight into her ears, “you’re not doing this with anyone else, ever”. “Of-of course—ah, fuck—I’m sorry, oppa”, she says.

You’re pumping into her aggressively despite being on the bottom, as you hold Kotone’s small frame with your strong arms. “I’m-I’m not too far away, baby”, you whisper in her ear. “Oppa, fuck—yes, give it to me”, she replies before letting out a shriek, “oh fuck, that is deep—yes, yes, oppa. Give it to me, please!”. You roll over and get back on top before resuming your hard pumps, “close, so close”, you murmur.

It only takes a few more thrusts until you feel your cock twitch in her pussy, and you think that you should get her consent before sending your baby batter straight into her womb; “I’m cumming, baby. Where do you want it?”, you say with heavy pants. “In-side, where else?”, she only manages to say those few words. You scream out a curse and release your seed deep into her pussy. “That is so warm”, she remarks. “Thank you, oppa. I’m honored to be your first”, she continues, “let’s stay like this”. You calm your breathing before saying anything, “the honor is mine, baby—believe me”.

The both of you take a few minutes to calm yourselves after enduring a heavy storm that is an orgasm. You pull away from her embrace and pull out, and you’re shown a sight you’ve never seen before: your cum is dripping out of Kotone’s newly-deflowered pussy like melted ice cream while your cock is covered in her blood—arousing sight, you must admit. You’re looking at it for too long, though, thus making Kotone raise an eyebrow in suspicion, “what are you looking at, oppa?”. “It’s, uh, um”, you stutter, “my cum is dripping out of you, babe—kinda hot, I must say”. Kotone’s cheeks turn red when she hears you say that and she immediately covers her pussy, “aaaaaaah, how can you say that so casually, oppaaaaaaa”, she complains.

You leave the bedroom to get the shower ready for the two of you. Once the water starts running and the soap and shampoo are set in position, you return to the bedroom to check up on your new girlfriend. “Honey?”, you call out to the girl lying on her stomach and she turns her head to see you, “wanna shower?”. She nods in agreement; “only if you carry me to the bathroom”, she says. You’ll gladly do that—who’s to say that she doesn’t deserve such treatment after what has happened tonight? “Nobody”, your brain says.

You stand in the shower with her, and you see that she’s still eyeing your cock. “Yes, sweetie?”, you say, your voice laced with curiosity. She says none as she gets on her knees in front of you, your cock right in front of her face. She then wraps your cock softly with her hand and start stroking it somewhat awkwardly, “so this is my beloved boyfriend’s cock, huh? This massive thing was stretching me mere minutes ago—it was crazy that you managed to make it fit, oppa”. You throw your head back at the new sensation that her soft hand offers. “Eyes on me, please”, she calls out to you before putting your cock in her mouth. You spread your arms and put your hands on the walls so that you don’t fall over, as she starts moving her mouth back and forth on your shaft.

The wetness of her mouth is different to that of her pussy’s in ways that your inexperienced self can’t explain. One thing is certain, though: if she keeps going like this, you’ll bust another load soon. “God, that feels so good”, you groan before petting the back of her head, “you’re doing so good, love”. She removes you from her mouth to say her piece, “do you think you have another load for me, oppa?”. “Maybe—no idea honestly. I suggest getting back to work and finding out yourself”, you line up your cock with her mouth again, and she diligently takes you back in.

The gagging sound she’s making is truly something you’ve never heard before. Truth be told, you’re starting to get addicted to that sound. So, to hear more of it, you hold Kotone’s head and start thrusting into her mouth, making her let out tiny gags which your greedy self wants to hear. That is also when your brain gives you an idea, “what if you stick your cock deep in her mouth and stay there?”. You’re intrigued, so you try lodging your cock in her mouth—possibly her throat. You look down and see that Kotone has her mouth opened as wide as her jaws allow to accommodate your girth. At the same time, she’s also making a very hot gagging sound that sounds like music to your ears. “Holy fuck, you’re so good. You’re trying to make me cum in your mouth, aren’t you, love?”, you praise her, and she replies to you with a wink.

You find it incredible that someone who had no previous experience of sex is this good at it. You also never expected that sex is something that is—oh, what’s the word—addicting. You’re glad that your first experience wasn’t with some gold digger or the sort, but rather with someone you love—this person you love happens to be doing such a great job, too. “Sweetie, I swear to God I’m gonna cum down your throat if you keep doing this”, you warn her. She pushes you away and massages her neck, “whew, it’s nice to be able to breathe without a log stuffed in your throat—sorry, you were saying?”. “I said I was going to cum in your mouth had you kept going”, you repeat yourself. “Oh, please, feel free to. I’m yours, remember?”, she says before stuffing her mouth with your cock again. “What has gotten into her? Where did all of this come out of?”, you think to yourself, but deep inside you’re happy and excited for what the future holds.

The way you and Kotone are moving right now is very rhythmic: you push into her once, and she pushes back after—sometimes you meet in the middle as well, and that’s when you’ll hear her gag. You have something to tell her, as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, “I’m cumming really soon, babe”. To your surprise, she starts moving her head more enthusiastically, ready to receive a second load from you. After a few bobs from your beloved, your cum is now gathered at the tip of your cock, ready to spill out. She knows that you’re about to cum, as she feels your cock twitch in her mouth. With a low groan, you release your cum into her mouth, as she yelps in surprise due to the little flood in her mouth. You pull out of her mouth after you’re done spurting everything out, and she shows you your load that is accumulated in her mouth before swallowing it in one gulp; “that tastes weird, but it’s my boyfriend’s so it’s fine”, she comments.

You pull her up from her kneeling position and kiss her to show her your appreciation. “You just released in my mouth, and you kissed me like that?”, she says. “I don’t see why not”, you shrug as you think that it’s not that big of a deal—it’s your cum, and the only way you’ll ever taste yourself is by tasting it on someone else’s lips. “Can we actually clean up now?”, she turns her back against you and puts her hands on the wall in front of her. “That’s my line, you cheeky bi—oh, um, I’m so sorry“, you bridle your tongue from saying the pejorative term. She laughs at your little stunt and looks at you over her shoulder, “Am I your bitch, oppa? I don’t mind, honestly”. “No”, you peck the back of her head, “I would never call you that, and I promise I will end anyone who dares call you that”.

You finally finish cleaning up after what felt like an hour. Kotone is now lying in bed in her underwear while you put on some clothes and head to the door to get the pizza that has probably turned cold. You throw them into the microwave one slice at a time to reheat them since Kotone is probably hungry from all the actions tonight. After everything has been reheated, you put them back in the box and head back to the bedroom. “Tone-yah, I have some pizza. Would you like some?”, you offer her. She puts her phone on the bedside table and welcomes you back to the bed, “of course, oppa. Not too much, though. I kinda want to sleep soon”. She shoves a slice into her mouth and lets out a satisfied gasp, “wow, that is really good—don’t tell me this a Yunho Special”. The way she thinks that every good food is a Yunho Special is hilarious, so you let out a particularly loud laugh, “it’s not, just one of their signatures”. You two keep shoving slice after slice into your mouth while having conversations about all kinds of topics until you run out of pizza, and that’s when you get ready to end the night.

You’re now cuddling with Kotone, who is now lying right on your body. “Oppa”, she pokes your stomach, “thank you for everything, seriously. I’m so happy right now”. “Please, love, the pleasure is all mine. You’re such a sweet girl too”, you stroke her head that is resting on your chest. “So how was it, oppa?”, she continues, “how was our first time?”. You garner every bit of sincerity you can and give her the most honest answer you can come up with, “personally, I’m really happy that we were each other’s first; I think that fact itself is very special to me, so thank you very much”, you move your hand to her back and start stroking it, “in terms of the sex itself, my inexperienced self found it to be very pleasurable and satisfying—and it’s all thanks to you, once again. I want to express how good your body felt but I don’t want to make it sound derogative or anything so I’m keeping that for the future”.

She’s not saying anything, so you think that she’s probably driven off to sleep, and that’s when you hear a sob. “Did you mean every word you just said, oppa, or were they sweet nothings? Because I’m not in the mood for them right now—not after what we have done”, she says with quivering voice as you feel a tear drop onto your skin. “I don’t say sweet nothings, my love”, you wrap her with both arms, “I always mean everything I say—well, 90% of the time”. “I love you, oppa. I hope I’ve made that clear”, she sobs again. “You have, sweetie—I love you so much as well”, you peck her head.

You want to wrap it up but you’re still curious about something; “can I ask a question, love?”. “Sure, fire away”, she says before sniffling. “Our little extra in the bathroom—what gave you that idea?”, you ask her. “You saw an aspect of me that no one else ever has: when I love someone, oppa, I do absolutely everything I can to show that love—even if it means that I can’t breathe because this log between your legs is jammed in my throat”, she explains as she palms your cock over your shorts. “That was, um”, you clear your throat before continuing, “that was very nice, love. Thank you so much”. “Of course, glad I could please you”, she pecks your chest.

You take a deep breath and say your last piece of the night, “I guess this is how we start building the empire your dad mentioned”. She chuckles at your words, “yes, it is. Now let’s sleep; you’ll wake up a king tomorrow, and I’ll be your queen”.

#girl group smut #kpop smut #triples smut #smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #male reader smut #male reader

248 notes · View notes

mona-risms · 3 months ago

Note

Heyo, I’m familiar with ur old blog, and I saw one or two posts in particular about a reader x Ei and Yao Miko throuple, and I was wondering if you would consider doing a similar thing Beidou and Ningguang

Potentially amab reader, is a renowned artisan that comes to liyue to help rebuild after the events of the liyue story quest, Beidou and Ningguang are dating at this point cause I adore that ship, but they also find that this artisan who’s helping with the jade chamber and the crux fleet is almost filling in an empty spot in their relationship they didn’t know was their, and that they end up working better as 3 than 2… if that makes sense

◆ MAIN COURSE: Beidou x gn!artisan!Reader x Ningguang

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None. Well. Poly..? Does that count as a warning LMAAOAOAO

◆ NOTES: I mean it can be interpreted as amab!! But I didn't see much of a need to really specify as such, felt like this could go either way. But anyway god I love Beigguang they're so mother I want them both BUT WHY IS IT SO LONG OH MY FUCK

Look at YEWWWW catching the eyes of Liyue's favourite power couple 🥰🥰🥰

God they sure as hell NEEDED the help for those reparations bc as much as all of Liyue COULD assist with said reparations, realistically yeah it'd absolutely take so long....and so much resources too but like resources? Yeah they have a lot, and if they ever run out they can just go ask Beidou for import. It's just the manpower and the craft they fucking need

And lucky for them!! Cuz YOU'VE come to lend them a hand

◆ If you DIDN'T live in Liyue:

Seeing the Crux Fleet at the harbour stocking up, while an uncommon sight, was unsurprising. Seeing what, exactly, they're loading up on, however, was something else entirely.

The ships were all loaded with what you could only conclude as materials, and none of them were fit for any sort of exciting adventures one could have at sea—in fact, they were.. what you could only think of as construction necessities, woodwork, and mining materials.

Were they building something?

You approached a nearby onlooker, focus still on the crew loading up heavy loads on their ships.. or rather, on one specific Captain that spoke with some dockworkers—to organise and allocate, you assumed, "Excuse me, do you.. know what's going on? Doesn't seem like they're stocking up on rations or necessities like usual."

"Hm..? Ahh, you mean the Fleet?" The elderly woman confirmed, "Haven't you heard? They're remaking some floating castle in Liyue Harbour."

"Floating... Oh, you mean the Jade Chamber?"

She nodded, "Yes, that's the one. From the papers, apparently it sunk to the bottom of the ocean after fighting some horrid beast from the water."

"Huh."

You chat a bit more with the elder before stepping away, though now you pretty much know all there is you needed to. This was more than a supply run—this was a high effort operation for the entire region.

When you accidentally lock eyes with glimmering ruby, something snaps into place at that very moment—this was an opportunity.

You strode over, shoulders set, and it was as if she had waited for you to come right over to her as she crossed her arms, "Hey, need something? Could tell you were eyeing m--"

"You're heading back to Liyue, correct?"

"..Yes?"

"Let me come with you."

Beidou raised an eyebrow at the sudden request.. before barking out a laugh so hard she threw her head back. "Sorry, sorry," she composed herself and shot you a grin, "'s just that usually an introduction is in order before we let hitchhikers in for a ride. A certain someone back home could benefit from having your directness."

You couldn't help the slight flush of embarrassment, your cheeks heating up at the call-out, "Sorry. I just heard what was going on and-- look, you're trying to reconstruct the Jade Chamber, right?"

"Yeah... What happened to the first one was a shame, so Ningguang's been trying to remake it from scratch. Not to mention," she scratched the nape of her neck with a sigh, "not like the Harbour got off scot-free either, so we've been trying to put things back into shape. Hence all the wood and the tools and everything. What, you got magic hands to help with our relief process?"

"Yes, actually. Well, less magic and more expertise, but either way."

"Oh!" The pirate captain's smile widened, much like a kid in a sweet shop, "Seriously? We'd appreciate any help you give us, though.. 's not like you'll be doing it for the sake of altruism, right?"

"You think I'll extort you?"

"No, no, just.. have to be careful. Fixing Liyue Harbour means a lot to me, y'know?"

"The Harbour, or Ningguang?"

You see her uncovered eye crinkle in softness, "One and the same."

The only answer—or any sort of acknowledgement—you give her is a hum, with the outside's crowded bustle filling the content silence between you.

And then?

"Alright, you've got a seat on the deck. Still," she nudged your side with a wink, "you gotta tell me your motivation. Or at least your name."

You couldn't help the chuckle escaping your lips and the light-hearted eyeroll, "It's Y/N. And don't worry, the Harbour'll be sorted out soon."

"Well, it's nice to formally meet you, Y/N." She held out a hand, "The name's--"

"Beidou, yes," you shook it, "I think everyone knows."

◆ If you DID live in Liyue:

To the citizens of Liyuean nation, you were a well-liked wonder—your artisanal work was often beautifully intricate and expertly crafted, the love for your creations evident in every curve and intended crevice. To the Adepti that roamed the land (more specifically the Cloud Retainer), you were competition—how could a mortal's work actually out-do some of their own?

Though, perhaps... With the era of humans beginning, as concluded, there is something to be admire about such expertise.

Expertise that was needed at this exact time, even.

You hear a knock on the door and you answer with a "come in", your attention still laser-focused in your current hobby project to stave off boredom—a small Rex Lapis carving made out of Noctilucous Jade.

The door opens to reveal a smiling young girl, Little Liu, as she wanders inside, "Hi, Y/N! There was this tall lady with a really pretty Vision who wanted to know where you were, so I lead her here. Is that okay?"

You lifted your head up with a curious tilt of your head, "Yeah, that's fine. You did a good job, Little Liu."

The child lets out a happy giggle at the job well done before rushing out the door, presumably to go back to playing with her friends. Out of all the people who strode into the entrance, though, you hadn't expected--

"Lady Ningguang?! It's a pleasure to-- oh shit--" In the rush of getting up from your seat, you had almost upended your entire workspace and your ongoing little project. Almost.

You heard her chuckle softly as you fussed around your tools and carefully placed down the half-sculpted jade. "Is my presence that jarring? My apologies for startling you."

"No, no, it's okay, I swear," you waved the apology off with a shake of your head, "I just didn't expect a visit from you—hard not to stand in attention when the Tianquan's at your doorstep..." Your words trailed off as you finished organising the last of your tools.. or at least organising them enough that you knew none of them were going to fall. Once you were satisfied, you let out a relieved huff before turning your full attention to the other, "So? What-- What business does Lady Ningguang have with me, here, in Qingce Village?"

She doesn't answer immediately, opting to look at your displayed tools and little projects and trinkets you've made over the years. Though, as she sits down at the small table, you notice that her vermillion eyes linger on your current Noctilucous Jade project. "..Are you currently occupied with a commission?"

"What? Oh," you picked the half-finished sculpture up before carefully presenting it for Ningguang to observe on her own, "not really, my work's kinda both.. well, my work and my hobby. No commission's been coming up lately, so I've just been burning time."

She inspected the half-carved jade with an expert's marvel, "My, the detailing is made with such care..." She looked back up at you, "I came here personally to see the quality of your work for myself, though I had expected requests for your services to keep you busy. Convenient for me, yet a wonder all the same—why the lack of activity, especially with the Harbour's need for reconstruction?"

"Ahh, well..." You went to sit opposite her, "My services haven't really been.. tested for large-scale projects like—ahem—the entire Harbour."

"How about we change that, then?"

...

"Excuse me?"

She leaned in closer to you, the jade softly placed down on the table with a tiny clack. "I would like to commission you," she says.

"..With what, fixing the Harbour?"

"No."

"Then--"

"My Jade Chamber."

"..I--"

"Though if you were to include the Harbour too, we wouldn't be opposed to it—the Qixing would be indebted to you."

"But--"

"And of course, I wouldn't let you work without sufficient payment and liberty over resources and manpower."

You could only stare blankly at Ningguang's face, and if you had the capacity of doing so, smoke could be coming from your very head from the sudden barrage mixed with the other's 'business neutral' face, you've decided to label it.

..Though after a short while, she laughed softly again—kind of akin to wind chimes, "It appears I may have been a bit too eager, my apologies."

"You're telling me..." You hands went up to massage your temples as you organised your thoughts in silence, to which she simply waited at her spot. When you spoke, her attention is peaked, "Okay, so, I have many.. MANY questions."

"And you are entitled to every single one of them."

"Yeah, well, I have a lot so... We'll start with—" and you point at yourself, "—why me?"

"That is an easy question," she mused, "with my answer being: it would be ignorant of me to ignore what people say about you and your dedication to your craft. Along with.. you know how to work with certain materials, no?"

"..Like what?"

"Large quantities of Sunset Vermillionite."

"Like, Xiao Lanterns? Yeah."

"No," she drew out a scroll holding diagrams and measurements, "in bulk."

"..Next question, am I gonna go to jail if I screw up?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I would never punish someone simply trying to do their job."

"Oh, thank--"

"Maybe."

"WHICH IS IT?!"

There was that laugh again, and your panic simmers down near immediately.

"Well... Third question."

"Mm?"

"When would we be officially discussing plans and etcetera for this?" Despite your reservations, you smiled anyway, "This needs to be meticulous as hell, if we want it to work."

"You accept?"

"Against my better judgement for my reputation, yeah."

And you just notice, she had worn the 'business neutral' look the entire time, and only now did it melt down into.. 'genuine gratitude'.

"Thank you. It.. means a lot."

"Yes, well... I did pick this job up for this type of thing."

"Which is?"

"..sentimentality."

Bye I did NOT neee to cook so hard 😭😭😭😭 BEE ARE BEE KAY EM ESSING joke but fr I lost the plot so hard I need death

Anyway obvi you can meet them however thr fuck you want, but these two are just. How I imagined it yk, with two differing personalities

Either way from then on, they both end up getting to know you from how closely you three actually work together: Ningguang with conferring over the construction work, sometimes with the Qixing or other involved personnel, sometimes with just the two of you; Beidou with organising different resources needed and exactly where to get them and how to handle ones that are much more precious than usual cargo, along with joining her on her voyages when needed sometimes to the point where you even get dragged into crew parties after a while; and then Beidou and Ningguang together as you three settle on a combination of each others' parts to play in the reparation before the meeting melts into something much less business and more idle chatter

Somehow it felt easy to slip into the middle of their dynamic. Beidou and Ningguang were seen as the couple that was perfect for each other—dishing light-hearted barbs at each other, professional dynamic flowing smoothly... It was best left uninterrupted

Until you lol

It was in small increments, and then it evolved. You started off simply offering little bits and pieces of feedback while watching them from the sidelines. But then they both took effort in getting to know you, and you don't think neither woman knew why they spent the effort beyond professional comraderie

Without knowing, they had let you carve your own existence into their own as their balance, and at some point they do actually notice the hollow absence. Beidou finds herself wanting to invite you onto another voyage despite it having literally nothing to do with you or the Jade Chamber, and Ningguang has to stop herself from visiting you when you calculated and worked by yourself as necessary in the workshop she had supplied you. It's not long until they realise they feel something deeper for the artisan that made a mark on their lives

I think at first they'd be confused, and then kinda guilty. After all, they were ALREADY DATING EACH OTHER!!!!! What are they DOING, LIKING SOMEONE ELSE AND EACH OTHER❗️❗️❗️👹👹👹👹👹 But then I also think they're actually masters at communication—they have to be, when they're usually on and off with their proximity, eith how the Crux goes everywhere and Ningguang stays independently tethered to Liyue—so they both kinda realise they both like you AND each other

The pressure doesn't lift until they actually admit it though. And I'd like to imagine they decided to admit it when the Jade Chamber was finished and it was Lantern Rite time, with Ningguang dressing up in that blue dress. She also manages to get you all dressed up as well HAHAHA to your preferences obvi like imo I'd be wearing a SUIT!!!!!!

"Hey, check you out..." You hear Beidou as she approached you and Ningguang, the captain putting her hand on her hip as she spoke, "Looking pretty fancy."

"Archons, yeah," you snorted, gesturing to Ningguang, "she looks fancy. I, however, look like an imposter amongst the rich."

Before Beidou could shoot back a response, Ningguang lowers her smoking pipe as she spoke, "Only a true treasure catches the eye of Captain Beidou, and I am more than inclined to agree with her assessment." And then she looks at her side—at you—with a soft crinkle in her eyes, "After all, it seems we've both struck gold with this one, no?"

"Wh--"

"Finally. I did wonder when we'd ever say anything," Beidou flashed a grin, one that Ningguang flicked her pipe at with an affectionate eyeroll before the brunette continued, "We knew you were special, just.. didn't know just how much your value was until--"

"--until re-assessment," the Tianquan finished for her. "We both.. spoke. Realised that the two of us held feelings that were much more.. personal than it should have been. We simply couldn't find the time, or thought it would be inappropriate."

You didn't even notice Beidou approach your unoccupied side until you heard her speak, "So we both decided to keep it to ourselves until we were finished with the Harbour's reconstruction, and the Jade Chamber's recreation. After that, well... Actually we had no plan, barring from knowing that we had to tell you soon and keeping you as close to us as we could." She leaned closer to stage-whisper with a joking grin, "Surprise, the Qixing's Tianquan is actually a clingy softie."

"Captain."

She drew back, "Ha, yes ma'am."

"In any case," Ningguang drew her attention back to you, with Beidou's eyes locked onto you all the same, "what do you think?"

I'd kiss them both right on the mouth immediately your honour!! I could die today or tomorrow so I may as well do it now!!!! I FUCKING WISH.

Kiss them though please kiss them with the fireworks make Hoyo cry

After this, your relationship?? Changes??? But also not really

It's as if everything's stayed the same between the three of you, except everything feels much lighter 🥰🥰🥰 as if there's no need to really hold anything back anymore

People would obvi riot (bitch nevermind Beigguang being homo, you're in a THROUPLE I think the oldies might have a seizure) but no one, and I mean NO ONE, can deny that the three of you are Liyue's hottest bitches in a dynamic that works for all three. I say own it babes

Look at that maybe things CAN be interrupted after all

#mona's main course...#I FINALLY FINISHED IT OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #ningguang x beidou #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin women x reader #genshin women imagines

45 notes · View notes

rachelsfav-queer · 7 months ago

Text

Maybe A Boy? Pt. 2

(Part 1)

Yoko and Divina chat idly while they wait. They were told, very cryptically, to meet Wednesday here at the Weathervane to talk about something. They, of course, asked Enid to make sure that the seer wasn’t planning on killing them or anything, which the blonde assured them that the young Addams just had something to tell them and was simply anxious about it, while also drilling into them that Wednesday was being very brave doing this and that they, quote, “better be nice to my babycakes or I’m personally hunting you both down” which was… strange, but par for the course these days, honestly.

Eventually, the little devil arrived and quickly spotted them, and went to order a cup of coffee before joining them at the booth they chose, sitting down opposite the girls. And then Wednesday just sorta… stared at them, for a bit.

When they realized that Wednesday wasn’t going to speak first, despite calling them here, Divina opted to begin the conversation in hopes to start this off smoothly and friendly.

Divina: Hey, Wednesday! How are you doing?

Finally, after staring for a few moments more, Wednesday responds.

Wednesday: I am… well, Divina. I assume you’re both well, too?

The couple nodded together, so much for not making this awkward. Eventually, Wednesday sighs and looks down at the table, seemingly thinking deeply about something before speaking again.

Wednesday: I also assume that Enid, after you sought her to ensure this wasn’t a trap, told you that I had something to tell you both… and that I am particularly anxious about doing so. I first want to assure you both that my anxiety is in no way due to either of you or the merits of your characters, simply that the matter I wish to speak of is a… sensitive one and I am still in the process of figuring everything out myself.

Wednesday: Though Enid took it well, I also know that the nature of my relationship with her highly differs from the nature of my relationship with either of you or any of my other friends. But, you have both proven to be strong allies and are undoubtedly important figures in my life and I deem your opinions of me to be of importance to me.

Wednesday’s speech comes to a close and Yoko and Divina are left a little confused and a little concerned as well, as the slight anxiety in Wednesday’s voice grew clearer as the seer spoke. Something deep inside Yoko builds up, telling her how to respond. She’s not sure where it came from, but it feels… protective over the tiny goth. When she looks over at Divina, she can tell that the siren is experiencing the same feeling inside. Yoko looks back at Wednesday and speaks…

Yoko: Hey, little goth. Whatever it is you want to tell us, we’re a safe space, okay? We’re not gonna judge you or anything like that. I mean, unless you’re gonna pull us into a murder plot, cause then we might have a prob-

Yoko’s attempt at a joke is cut off by a sharp elbow to her ribs from her girlfriend and she’s a little grateful for it, as she realizes that it was very much not appropriate at this time.

Divina: What Yoko’s trying to say is that you don’t have to be afraid, Wednesday. We’re here and we’re listening. You can talk to us about anything, we promise. *lightly glares at Yoko*

The girls’ antics seemingly relieve some of the tension at the table and inside Wednesday, as the psychic’s anxious look turns into a tiny smirk for a brief second, but it’s more than enough and what comes next doesn’t seem so scary for Wednesday.

Wednesday: Thank you. Alright, I shall rip off the metaphorical bandage, I suppose. As I said, I’m still in the process of figuring it all out, but recently I have come to the conclusion that I no longer identify as a girl. I identify as a boy, or something along the lines of masculinity. I am… transgender.

Yoko and Divina don’t waste a second, they immediately accept Wednesday and begin lauding support.

Yoko: Oh thank the gods! I know I was joking before but I really was worried that you were gonna drag us into a murder plot! *turns to Divina* Hey! Don’t hit me again! I mean, you have to admit, it’s not exactly off-brand for he- Oh, shit! I mean, what pronouns do you go by now?

Wednesday: I would prefer he/him, but solely in private for the moment. I would like to come out to all the important people in my life first before I make my transition public. As for my name, I will be sticking with my original name. It is appropriately gender-neutral for my preferences.

Yoko: *nods* Of course. So, anyway, you have to admit it’s not off-brand for him to do something like that!

Divina simply rolls her eyes and ignores her girlfriend and focuses on Wednesday instead, looking him in the eyes.

Divina: Thank you for telling us this, Wednesday, and for trusting us with it. We’re both so proud of you.

Yoko: Yeah, like ‘Vina said, we’re damn proud of you, little goth. Coming out is never easy, even with people you trust and love, sometimes it’s harder cause their opinion matters more. But we still love you just the same, Wednesday. And hey, listen close.

Yoko leans in and lowers her sunglasses just enough to let Wednesday see her eyes and the seriousness in them.

Yoko: *lowly* If anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to give you shit? You come straight to me, understand? I know you can more than handle yourself, but I’m not letting anyone get away with hurting my little bro, got it?

Wednesday’s eyes widen at the vampire’s vow of protection and he feels tears brim his eyes, but he fights them back and nods solemnly.

Wednesday: Thank you, Yoko. Thank you both, for your kindness and your support. Like I said, your opinions mean much to me and I am grateful to have your acceptance. Thank you.

The girls both smile warmly at Wednesday and then look at each other, before looking back at Wednesday. Their smiles turn conspiratorial and it sets Wednesday’s guard up.

Wednesday: *straightens* What is it?

Divina: *slyly* Welllll… this is an important moment in our friendship together, so you know what that calls for, Yoko? *peeks over to Yoko*

Yoko’s smirk turns almost evil, though still genuine…

Yoko: It calls for… A Bestie Group Hug!

Wednesday’s eyes widen further, nearly popping out of her head as the girls rise slowly from the booth and stalk towards him, their arms opening in perfect sync.

Wednesday: *backing up in the booth* Wait, no. Do not! Tanaka, Watson, I am warning you both! Do NOT! No, no! Do not! I will stab you both and happily accept the consequences from Enid! I swear, I will stab you! I have multiple knives on my person! A wooden stake for you, TANAKA!! NO DON-

Wednesday’s protests are cut off as the vampire and siren pounce on him, wrapping him up tightly in a “Bestie Group Hug” and various hissing and growling sounds erupt from the pile. Luckily for Yoko and Divina, they are, in fact, not stabbed as the raven not-so-begrudgingly extends his arms around the two girls, grumbling about revenge and how it will be “slow and very painful”, though they ignore the threats as they continue to hug the boy, who eventually folds and leans into the embrace fully.

End <3

(A/N: Hello! I hope y’all enjoyed this part 2! Idk if it’s obvious yet, but I do plan on making this a little series of Wednesday coming out to the important people in his life. I wonder if y’all can guess who’s next? Anyway, this is slowly becoming a very important story to me and I want to tell it in a way that does it justice, like it deserves. I hope that I’ve done so thus far. Thank you for reading <3)

#my writing #wednesday addams #yoko tanaka #divina wednesday #enid sinclair #wenclair #yokovina #transmasc #transmasc Wednesday Addams #trans boy #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday fanfic

47 notes · View notes

bellarkeselection · 1 year ago

Text

Breathe With Me

Request from @val2557 imagine of Kayce Dutton and he is helping the reader when she has a an anxiety attack when there is a lot of people at a dinner they are attending?

Everybody that knew who the Dutton family were had started making their own judgments about my relationship with Kayce. His father John always asked his kids to show up to the Livestock dinner party but it was rare that they all showed up. Beth didn’t see the point in it, Lee was focusing on running the ranch, Jaime was trying to run for office and that left the reason Kayce didn’t go to them….me.

I wanted to attend the dinners I really did. There was just one problem. I had anxiety when it came to large crowds who I felt were judging me. Running my hands down the light orange dress I was wearing I sighed letting my mind wander with my thoughts. “Come on Y/n. You can make it through this.”

“Y/n, are you ready….wow.” Whipping my head around I heard my boyfriend’s voice enter the bedroom.

I turned around making my short brown boots screech against the wooden floor. Normally I had my hair up in a braid but I decided to leave it loose and just put some curls on the ends. “Is it too much. I don’t know how you dress for a livestock dinner.”

“It’s not that. You….damn you look good.” Kayce gasped slowly crossing the floor until he was standing in front of me.

I smiled eyeing him in a tux for once. “You clean up rather good too, Dutton.” He had his normal black cowboy hat on his head paired with a white dress shirt and a black suit jacket.

“Are you sure you’re up for tonight. We can just stay home. My father will understand why.” He suggested to me.

I teased him trying to not have the conversation. “You just want to stay home so we can lay in bed all night.”

“I mean you weren’t complaining last time when we had sex for hours….but I am being serious about not wanting you to be nervous.” Kayce pointed out to me with a smirk on his face leaning closer to me kissing my forehead. He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me against his chest gently.

Shaking my head in disagreement I draped my arms over his shoulders kissing his cheek. “I’ll be fine, Kayce. Tonight is important for your father and he want him to keep liking me if you ever want to put your mother’s ring on my finger.” He nodded looping his arm through mine leading me to his truck since we said we would meet him there later.

The drive wasn’t that bad since we just listened to county music until we parked the truck outside the building. He helped me out of the truck and we walked in together not holding hands since I wanted to appear confident during the dinner. Kayce had me walk in front of him opening the next door wheee I gulped coming into contact with a room of livestock members all talking. “Hey, look at me. Just tap me if you need to go and we will.”

“I got it, Kayce.” I nodded moving through the crowd of people finding our table and name tags at the very front.

John walked out onto the stage nodding his head down at us as a silent thank you for being here the second we sat down in our chairs. Lee was there but Beth and Jaime’s spots were still empty. “Since 1886 every Dutton who died is buried 300 yards from my back porch. My great, great, grandfather, to my wife, and someday I will be there myself. When a tree grows on my ranch, I know exactly what fed it. That’s the best we can hope for because nothing we do is for today. Ranching is the only business where the goal is to break even. Survive another season. Last long enough for your children to continue the cycle, and maybe just maybe, the land is still there when a tree sprouts from you…lord god give us rain and a little luck and we’ll do the rest, amen.”

I smiled, watching his speech feeling fine until I heard someone next to our table whispering. "I can't believe they came tonight."

"My boys were joking that they don't come because she might be pregnant." Another mumbled to their friend.

Reaching for the fork on the table I attempted to push past the tightness I could feel beginning to surface in my chest. "But there is someone I'd like to recognize tonight because she has been a great member of the family for a while now. Y/n L/n, I appreciate everything you do for this family."

"Hey are you okay?” Kayce shifted his gaze over to me seeing my chest heaving up and down. I was also clutching the fork in my hand until my fingers were almost turning white.

Lee glanced our direction beginning to clap at the end of his speech. “Congrats to Y/n and my father.”

Everybody around us joined in the clapping and cheering while John made his way over to our table. He sat down in the chair next to me. I shifted my gaze around the room quickly in a panic seeing my vision start to get blurry. “Y/n?” Kayce calls my name the second I dropped the fork and it clattered to the floor and I jumped up rushing through the crowd to the bathroom.

Shutting the door quickly I gasped for breath sliding down onto the floor to catch my breath. Gripping my hair in between my fingers I was so annoyed at myself. I shouldn’t have ran out of the room like that but I didn’t know what else to do. “Y/n, darling. Can I come in?”

“Yeah…” I croaked out wiping away the and getting up from the ground floor when he opened the door and shut it so nobody would see me crying in there.

Kayce stared at me silently for a moment seeing that I was shaking in my boots. Wrapping my arms around myself I felt like I still couldn’t breathe even though the tightness in my chest had gone away. He opened his arms and tilted his head telling me to com here. “Sssh I’ve got you. I’m right here…it’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it….how badly do you think I embarrassed your father leaving like that?” I sniffed through tears gripping onto his dress shirt as tightly as possible.

He just keeps me close to his chest resting his chin on top of my head. He knew that I was going to worry about this when there was something more important like my well being going on. He wasn’t concerned with what the others out there thought, he just wanted me to be okay. “It doesn’t matter right now. Just breathe in and out with me until you’re better. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmm.” I made a noise barley breaking the hug where he was holding onto my forearms since I still didn’t have good balance. Taking in a couple of long breaths in and out I finally started feeling better where I laid my head back down on his chest and he kissed my forehead.

Kayce smiled lightly squeezing my hand in his. “Let’s get you out of here. I’ll explain what happened to my dad later.”

“Are you sure he won’t be upset?” I questioned him where he leads me through the hallway and out to his truck. He helped me back into the vehicle before getting in on his own side.

He reached over taking my hand in his once more. “I’m sure, baby. I just want you to feel better.”

“Thanks Kayce.” I smiled laying my head on his shoulder and we stayed in the parking lot just enjoying the silence before we went home for the evening. Both calm in the others presence and away from the busy livestock diner.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#kayce dutton #kayce dutton x fem!reader #kayce dutton x reader #kayce dutton imagine #luke grimes #yellowstone series #yellowstone #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone masterlist #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone x reader #ask box is open for anything #requests open #comments really appreciated #anxiety attack #yellowstone one shot

222 notes · View notes

eilaafterhours · 4 months ago

Text

Acts of Passion [Caleb]

Content: Self-Indulgent, Brown-Skinned Reader, Brown-Eyed Reader, Established Relationship, Sexual Humor, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Rough Sex, Banter, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: She/Her (AFAB)

Important: Caleb is a childhood friend. Period. Anything outside of that makes me very uncomfortable, so I won’t be engaging nor do I want anyone who does engage with it anywhere near me or my works. In layman’s terms, keep that brother-fucker shit away from me.

Continuation of: Acts of Service [Caleb]

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

Remember: I’ll block you if I catch your ageless or under age (not 18+) ass in my activity :)

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Today is your one-month anniversary. Usually, you aren’t one to care about the month-to-month anniversaries, but this one (despite being the first) is very special. And yet, on Springfresh Day, here you are, laying in bed with Caleb, doing absolutely nothing.

Until now that is.

“Hey, you sleepin’?” You ask him.

“Nah, what is it, pips?”

Good.

You sit up then hoist yourself up on his lap. He immediately sucks in a breath as his hands find your waist.

“W-what are you doing?”

You smile, cupping his face. “Remember when I said that ‘I got you next time’?”

His face twitches, the grip on you tightens, and you feel his legs tense. “Yeah…why?”

“Are you ready for it?”

Although he looks cautious, he nods.

Your lips curl into a Cheshire grin. “I can’t hear you~”

His lips flatten for a moment before he gently removes your hands, and sits up.

“Honestly…I don’t think I’m worthy of…this. I could go this whole relationship without it and be fine, but…” He pauses, “...if you really wanna do it with someone like me then—”

You cut him off. “Caleb, you’re my first and last. My one and only.” You flick his forehead then kiss the spot. “Also lie again, I’ve felt your stiffies plenty of times before. Your hand wouldn’t be enough in like a month.”

He gives you a surprised look as his face flushes, but he doesn’t stay surprised for long. “Okay, sure—you’re right. So, you gotta help me.”

You lean in, brushing yourself against him. “My pleasure, captain.”

And yet, you can’t really say how you got where you're currently at.

“Fuck…”

Your plan was to take the reins. You no longer had the reins. You don’t know how you lost the reins. This man got one taste of you, and something in him snapped. He flipped you onto your back and ravaged you.

Well…ravaged isn’t the right word since he still was devouring you.

Currently, he had you fully nude, legs over his board shoulders as his Evol supported your back. Your back which was already covered in his seed. You thought he’d be embarrassed that he came so quickly, but he just kept eating. Eating like it was his final meal, partaking in the forbidden fruit that was you.

“Fuck…you’re so fucking wet. All for me…” His words play against your glistening folds, pulling a lewd song from its lips.

You’re squeezing your eyes shut, your chest is rising and falling rapidly, and your thoughts frazzling.

You want his fingers, you want to reach the other side of the horizon, but he is seemingly making it is mission to make you come by his mouth.

God, you were so fucking close.

As if he could rad your thoughts, he pulls back, and that building pressure tumbles back down to a low simmer.

“This pussy loves me—was made for, right?” He sighs lovingly as he pulls your folds open, watching it pulse around nothing.

You both groan. You, because you find his words sexy as fuck. And you are sure his groan is because he is losing his internal battle on not pounding into the mattress.

Well, that’s no good. When you were on top of him earlier, you felt him. Now that you knew how thick and long he was, you knew he’d fill you up good as fuck.

He just needs a little push.

And yet again, you are the one who is pushed.

Your eyes pop open as he shoves three fingers into your cunt, and curls them against that spongy spot. Your orgasm washes over you so quickly that you can’t stop your legs from jerking, narrowly avoiding his head.

He finally wipes the slick from his chin, then gently removes your legs from him (they flop on the aside like jelly). He chuckles, and stands from his kneeled position. From there, he repositions you so that you are perpendicular to the bed. He gives you a quick peck on the lips before hosting your thighs in his large hands, and pushing them back toward you.

Your eyes widen. “Wait, wait—” But he was too pussy-drunk to be reasoned with at this point.

There was only one thing on his mind:

Feel the heat of your cunt. That fucking vice grip that’ll milk him of everything he’s got and more.

Taking only seconds to align, Caleb gave you a crooked grin before sliding embarrassingly easy into your sopping pussy.

And gods above, that was all it took.

“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!” His name becomes the one word in your vocabulary.

“Yes, fuck! Yes! Milk me for everything I’ve fuckin’—fuck! Let me fill you—I’ll fill you so fuckin’ good…” He rambles, eyes rolled far back enough that for a moment you believed he’d actually rolled them all the way back.

You don’t have a chance to catch your breath before he leans more of his weight on you. His hips pistoning with reckless abandon, chasing some sort of high that hand him going at the mouth.

“You’ll let me fill you up, right? And another one after this? Fuck—I wanna see how it looks. Your cunt all flushed and puffy, but still wanting more even after I’ve got you leaking out my cum—Fuck! Fuck—Y’ll let me clean you up right, let me go done on you one last time?” At the end of that deprived man’s prayer, his gaze met yours.

And who were you to deny the poor man’s deepest desires?

You should have denied him.

“I should beat the shit outta your double fridge, big bodied ass. But here I am, stuck in bed because somebody got pussy-drunk!” You take smacking his thigh as consolation.

He laughs loudly. “When you decided to accept me, you decided to accept all of me.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…don’t make me regret giving you this so early.”

“It’s actually a good thing you did it now because I’ve already been waiting for a long time.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before laying back down. You are annoyed that you’re sore, but you’re happy nonetheless.

But then—

“...did we use a condom?”

:) ion really got anything to say besides that I really like the banter lmao

WAIT NO

I AM A CALEB BUST-A-NUT TRUTHER

THAT MAN IS BUSTING BEFORE ANYTHING REALLY GOES DOWN

AND Y'ALL CAN'T SAY SHIT TO MEEEEEEEE

Edit:

Hello, I've responded to a comment on AO3, and I'd like to share the insanity with y'all.

If he's been experimented to the point that he's a super-human then do you think he has super-swimmers?

I'LL SEE MYSELF OUT

Masterlist | Bluesky

#eila ficlets #eila ficlets: love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut #lads smut #caleb x reader #lads caleb x reader

14 notes · View notes

justaneedle · 4 months ago

Note

Hey again! I saw a post about you being expelled from school? Gosh, hope you can figure things out and you can finish your education. Times are hard so I hope you have a good support group.

Speaking of support, is there a PJO character you would pick as Luke's romantic partner in a better world without Kronos? You can change their age too since there are not many kids around Luke's age. If not, what kind of female OC could you see Luke being with?

Okay, first of all, thank you for your words, that's really important to hear ❣️

It's going to be a bit messy, but: since we're talking about it, I'm finally ready to express some thoughts about a ship like Bianca di Angelo/Luke Castellan (yeah, it's really a thing, and my two favorite examples are in Russian), because Bianca (as well as Lee Fletcher, Jason (TTC), Silena Beauregard and others, aka every character except the main ones and some others like Nico, Rachel, Thalia and Zoe, who as characters are also inferior, but at least one step ahead) — the basis of the OC right in the universe. They are effectively either devoid of personality at all, or they have just a few strokes instead of the normal motivation and personality.

How interesting it would be if di Angelo sibs had been dragged out of the hotel earlier. Perhaps even separating them in the process (for example, leaving Nico there, but pulling Bianca out), which would give her the opportunity to become independent from her younger brother, but also force her to wade through hardships in the world of the gods, which would eventually make her think that Nico, even if trapped, alone, but at least safe; and for Nico, it's still the same line with the loss of his sister, only more logical. But I'm just talking about how age-up can be logically and interestingly integrated directly into the plot in this case.

So here I will move on to the more interesting part for me — how the dynamics of Luke and Bianca can work. In this case, these are both reflections on the canonical character and the part with OC, since it's based on how I read her few appearances and how I see opportunities for building her character:

• Parallels with Thalia, which would be especially interesting if we consider the time period after she becomes a tree; add points to the fact that Bianca has a connection with the dead.

One of them connected with the sky, while other with the (U)nderworld. Both of them are daughters of the Big Three, older sisters who somehow left their younger brothers, their fathers are more supportive of them than of their sons, both are effectively useless in the universe and even wasted in the same way in the same book — the Hunters of Artemis (ew). Bonus points to the fact that Hermes is a messenger of the gods and under Zeus, and at the same time the psychopomp, a guide of souls to Hades. But whatever.

Obvious similarities and differences will play a role in the opportunity for Luke to reconsider his relationship with Thalia, perhaps identify mistakes that he would not like to repeat, plus it would sucker punch, possibly activating even more unhealthy coping mechanisms that need to be sorted out.

• The opportunity for equality between them. It's something that Luke has never experienced in his life, even while traveling with Thalia, because she was always pulling him along. In the case of Bianca, she would not have sought to lead, because it would have resembled this deep responsibility for Nico (we're setting aside the fact that there are no real prerequisites for this in the book itself, since this is almost the only component of her character and motivation in the canon), but the option of simply following also seems wrong, because she was trying to find something more suitable for her.

• By and large, Luke needs a strong, stable, but not codependent relationship. A relationship where he would be seen as a partner, not a very convenient tool that has no right to his aspirations (literally, the relationship of Thalia and Annabeth to him).

#ask #bianuke #bianca di angelo #luke castellan #don't like don't read #princess of the underworld instead of princess of the sky #just in case #anti annabeth chase #anti thalia grace #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians

16 notes · View notes

accidentarisen · 8 months ago

Note

Hi hello!! :3 Hope your day is going great!

Could I request Gideon Graves x Matthew Patel x male Reader?

The reader is Ramona's ex who also joined the league - not because he wants to date her, but because he has nothing going on in life

At first he's just there out of curiosity but then his sight falls on the two prettiest boys and he has a new goal in life (even though he knows both of them are after the girl, uhoh)

Preferably something with reader's awkward confession and the boys reactions :]

You can change it however you like ofc!!

That sounds like fun! I'll give it a try....

Gideon Graves x Male Reader x Matthew Patel

Warnings: Language, slight canon divergence

----

It's been--how long?-- since Y/n and Ramona broke up. It wasn't even that much of a relationship, just a few weeks of puppy love back in middle school.

Y/n received a summons for some "League of Evil Exes" with no return address.

"Sure," he said after reading the letter. "Why the fuck not? Don't have anything better to do this week anyway."

---

He entered the doors of the great G-Man Media headquarters, stunned at the architecture. He takes the elevator to the topmost floor, as instructed by the letter. As the elevator doors opened, he was greeted by the sight of a large table in a darkened room, with at least six others around it. They were all talking in confusion to one another. Y/n entered the room nervously. He looked around at the individuals seated.

There was a man sitting with his back turned. He was of a hefty build and was talking to someone beside him. Wait, is that....

Lucas Lee and Todd Ingram??

He looked around the room more, eyes landing on a pair of what were obviously brothers. Twins, in fact. With a little robot. Across the room was a girl in what appeared to be ninja attire and a mask. What's her deal? Wait, Ramona's into chicks??

Finally, his gaze settled on....on....oh damn.

On a handsome man in a white coat and glasses, with dark black hair and sideburns.

He looks important....probably straight, though... Y/n thought, taking a seat at the large table.

"Why'd you bring us here, Gideon?"

"I didn't" said the man in the white coat. "The person behind this event remains a mystery."

"Who invited the robot?" Asked the ninja girl.

"No one did." A voice declares from the dark. A figure enters the light. "For it is I who did the inviting. Matthew Patel!"

Y/n turns in his seat towards the voice and oh my god... Another cute guy? And he's EMO?? Dammit, I'm fucked.

He felt his face heat up as he looked down at his lap, folding his hands. The other exes continued talking amongst themselves. Y/n wasn't paying attention, for he was too distracted by two of the prettiest boys he'd ever seen. Something about Matthew defeating Ramona's new boyfriend, this and that, yada yada.....

He was shaken from his thoughts as the two men of his attention. suddenly stood up.

"I think this league needs a new direction and a new evil ex in charge."

"You really think I'd just hand the league over?"

"No. I think I'll fight you for it!"

Y/n stood up quickly before he realized what he was doing. "Stop it, both of you!"

The two stopped and looked at him. Y/n felt his cheeks warm up again.

"Something you wanted to say, ah...."

"Y-Y/n"

"....Y/n?" Gideon asked. Y/n could feel everyone's gaze on him now. "We-" He cleared his throat. "We don't need to fight, now..."

"You don't understand! I should be the head of the evil exes!" Matthew cried

"You don't even know what you're talking about-" Gideon hissed.

"Hey!" Y/n stepped between them, forcing them apart. "Enough! Come on, it's obvious Ramona doesn't need us anymore." He turns to Matthew "I'm sorry, but she's moved on. She loves that Scott guy now"

"But I killed him!" Matthew protests.

"Doesn't matter! She doesn't love us anymore." Then he mumbled, "maybe she never did "But besides that, you'd all want her to be happy, right?" He looks around the room. "So maybe, maybe we should just leave her alone! I know I will...." his voice lowers "I know I've got my eyes on a few..."

Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, maybe he should be the next ceo...." Gideon mumbled.

"Ugh, okay, I'm done here" groaned the ninja girl, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. There was mixed chatter as the rest of the exes left the room, leaving Gideon Matthew, and Y/n alone.

Oh yeah, I'm definitely fucked

"Uhm, h-hi" Y/n backs up, visibly flustered.

Matthew and Gideon look at each other knowingly, then back to Y/n.

"You've got some nerve, Y/n." Gideon smirks. "I like it."

Matthew scoffed, then smiled. "You should join me, Y/n. We'd make a great theatre duo."

Y/n's face grew redder still as the boys teased him. He couldn't just pick one to go with. "What if....what if we're all together? ....yeah, sounds good" Y/n replied quickly, still flustered.

The other two boys share silent looks. Then they turn to Y/n.

This is gonna be fun

--- Had some fun with this one! Took a little longer than usual, so I'm sorry bout that.

Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs over likes please

#accari writes #scott pilgrim #matthew patel x reader #gideon graves x reader #gordon goose x reader #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim x reader #fanfiction

24 notes · View notes

doumadono · 2 years ago

Note

hii it’s the twice & dabi anon again.

i’m sorry to ask for another emergency request but i’ve been having so much difficulty with my mom over the past year and a half, maybe two. it’s only been getting worse and now she doesn’t even talk to me. i only get updates from my little sisters and— oh my god it’s just horrible. i feel so bad that i had to leave them. but, i just couldn’t stay, you know?

could you maybe write something about twice & dabi comforting their partner/gf about the situation??

you don’t have to write for both!! either or is perfect!!

i just love the comfort you’re willing and able to provide. (even though you don’t have to. it’s truly heartwarming seeing you do this all. i really appreciate what you do.)

i really hope you’re doing well and taking good care of yourself. please be sure to eat properly and drink water!!

A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you're going through such a difficult time. It's important to prioritize your well-being, and I hope things get better for you soon. Also, thank you so much for your kind words! Your appreciation means a lot. Even though I'm not doing well lately, I'll make sure to take care of myself. Wishing you all the best too! 🌟

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Twice

Amid the chaos that permeated your mind, Jin Bubaigawara appeared with a boisterous greeting that momentarily broke the heavy silence that surrounded you. "Hey, babe! Twice is here to lift your spirits!" he declared with his characteristic energy, though his eyes held a genuine concern as he noticed the weight on your shoulders.

As you poured out the complexities of your strained relationship with your mom, Twice listened attentively, his empathy shining through. "Dang, that sounds tough. But you know what? You're strong for facing it head-on, I admire that," he remarked, his voice carrying a mix of reassurance and admiration.

He enveloped you in a tight hug, and his voice softened, "You did what you had to do for your own well-being. Don't beat yourself up about it." He pulled back, looking into your eyes. "You're not alone, okay? The League's got your back, and so do I."

Twice pondered, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps you'd like to engage in something? Not sure what exactly. Toga mentioned once that staying busy is beneficial - it keeps your mind from wandering into overthinking territory. And hey, if you ever need a clone to handle some mom-related drama, I got you covered. Double the trouble, double the fun!"

Dabi

The faint glow of Dabi's cigarette illuminated his face as he leaned against the wall, his stoic demeanor unwavering. "Come here, doll," he said, gesturing to the spot next to him.

As you recounted the painful saga of your relationship with your mom, Dabi listened in silence. When you finished, he took a slow drag of his cigarette before speaking. "Family can be a real mess, I know that. Sometimes, you gotta step back to save yourself."

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Leaving doesn't make you weak, ya know? It takes strength to break away from toxicity, in fact." His voice was low, carrying a raw honesty that resonated with your own emotions.

His long fingers traced soothing patterns on your back as he continued, "You're not alone in this. The past doesn't define you, and you're building a future for yourself, not for them, yeah?"

Dabi's lips curled into a smirk. "We're both well aware of the hell it is to deal with toxic nonsense within our own families. Parents messing up their own kids? That's a special kind of mess."

He lightly tapped your nose. "Take it easy, and find ways to keep that beautiful head of yours focused on other things. Overthinking is just a slow way to kill your own self. Don't let it consume you."

He extinguished the cigarette and looked directly into your eyes. "Just so ya know, if you ever need someone to lean on, I'm here. We're in this together."

121 notes · View notes

jqmalikhsgib · 7 months ago

Text

planets aligned

three

trigger warning: mention of self harm

it’s been three months. three incredible, amazing, beautiful, months since you’ve met eddie. you enjoyed every second of your time with eddie. he was sweet, charming, respectful, and caring. he made you laugh like no one else could. for the last three months the two of you gotten to know each other.

you both decided to keep things low key. with the beginning of a relationship being so fragile, you didn’t want anyone to fuck it up. you both knew how crazy your fans could get. you didn’t want to risk losing each other. but not telling people went beyond just your fans. eddie decided he wasn’t ready for his daughter to know and you weren’t ready for fariah to know.

but after three months, eddie thought telling his daughter was the right time. he wanted the two most important women in his life to get to know each other. with his daughter already being a fan of yours, he knew she’d be excited.

what he wasn’t expecting was her high pitch scream to nearly burst his eardrum.

“oh, ry! way to bust your old man’s ear drums?”

“sorry, daddy! it’s just, you’re dating yn. the yn? she’s been my idol for years now. how long have you been seeing her?”

“just a few months now. listen, i really want you to me her.”

rylee squeals. “when?! god tell me it’s soon. where would we go? what would we do? what should i wear? daddy, you have to take me shopping before meeting her. i can’t believe im gonna meet yn.”

eddie playfully rolls his eyes as his daughter start to ramble. she was just like eddie in so many ways but had her moms looks.

“slow down, ry! remember she’s a person, okay? don’t go scaring her off, yeah?” eddie jokes. rylee rolls her eyes at her father.

the next day you came over. knocking on the door nervously, eddie greets you with a smile. he moves out of the way to let you in.

eddie could tell you were nervous. he gently caresses your cheek before kissing you softly. “everything’s gonna be fine, baby. i promise she’s gonna love you!”

a few minutes later you see eddie’s daughter coming down the steps. she was wearing a t shirt from one of your collections. eddie groaned at his daughter as she steps in front of you guys. “i thought i told you not to treat her differently. what’s with the shirt?”

you shake your head. “it’s cool! it’s one of my favorites i designed believe it or not.”

“yn is in my living room! daddy, yn is in our living room! you’re so cool. why are you dating my father?”

“hey! i have you know young lady i am one of the hottest metal artist known to man.”

you laugh.

“not hot enough to date the yn, dad! i mean, she is perfect. im sorry. normally i am not like this around other celebrities. but you’re my idol. you’re so pretty, kind, sweet, and you’re an inspiration. i have always loved how inclusive you are and how you’re not afraid to tell people off. i know im rambling but i struggled with the way i looked for so long. been bullied, picked on, torn down so many times. when you came out i finally became more confident and started defending myself.”

“baby, it’s okay.”

eddie knew his daughter only rambled this much when she was having a lot of feelings.

“thanks, daddy. sorry again yn.”

“no, it’s cool! im glad i helped you build confidence. means a lot. that’s all ive ever wanted to do for others.”

the three of you enjoy each other company. soon you had dinner together and you got to know rylee better. eddie was happy his girls were getting along. seeing you with rylee made him feel like she could finally be happy again. it made him feel like he can give her a family.

rylee was eight when her mother died. she was young but had a little understanding that her mother was gone. eddie hated seeing his little girl live without her mom.

when rylee was thirteen she showed signs of depression. eddie didn’t know how bad it was until he saw the scares on her arm. he cried with his daughter in his arms as she explained how she was being bullied and how cruel a lot of the kids were being. eddie hated seeing his little girl go through so much hurt. it made him wish bri was still alive. she would know what to do, what to say, how to handle the situation.

it was only so much eddie could do. he felt like he was failing his daughter. over the next few months, after finding rylee someone to talk to and getting her the hell out of that fucked up preppy school filled with rich prick children that never had to work in their lives and posh ass parents, eddie noticed a change in rylee.

she was happier. eddie assumed it was therapy. but she started mentioning you. going on and on about this new model who was a huge advocate on mental health and loving yourself. rylee adored you. you had helped her find herself and even helped her stand up for herself. she went out to buy posters of you, books you’ve written, and adored your clothing line. you were a huge inspiration to her.

two years later, at the age of fifteen, rylee still adored you. you saved his little girls life. meeting you was a happy accident. he wasn’t expecting to fall for you so quickly. seeing you here with his daughter, seeing her smiling, laughing, and enjoying her time with you, it only made his heart grow fonder for you.

once you all were finished with dinner, you helped eddie clean up. once the two of you finished he wraps his arms around your waist. he kisses the side of your head. you smile lovingly before turning around to face him.

“do you think she likes me? not just as yn but as, whatever this is.”

eddie chuckles. “first, she adores you. i never seen her so happy. she really enjoyed getting to know you better. and secondly, this is what you call a relationship, baby. you and i, me and you. together.”

“does that make you my boyfriend?”

eddie winced. “im a forty-two year old man, baby. calling you my girlfriend feels premature.”

you laugh. “so what would you call this?”

“id like to call you my life long partner. someone i want to spend the rest of my life with someday. my love, my heart, my soul.”

“yeah?” you asked shyly.

“mhm. what do you say? want to be stuck with this old man forever?”

“id like that very much, eds.”

“good! ill go buy a ring.”

you laugh thinking he was joking until he shakes his head and caresses your cheek. “‘m serious, baby.”

“eddie, you’re not proposing for real are you?”

“if i am?”

“ill be very pissed at you! you cannot propose to me looking like this. i look a mess eddie! im wearing one of your t shirt, a hair scarf, and my nails aren’t done!”

eddie lets out a breath before laughing. “who fucking cares, baby. i think you look fantastic, yeah? come on! we can fly to vegas right now. grab rylee and get married.”

“eds! my parents will be pissed if i marry someone without planning a wedding and going all out.”

“who gives a shit! we can plan a big wedding another time. come on, let’s go get married. remember, i told you im a live in the moment, carpe diem! come on, baby.”

you bite the bottom of your lip. “ill have to go home and pack.”

“okay.”

“and i want a nice dress. not too flashy! let’s save that for the big wedding.”

“sure.”

“okay.”

“okay?!”

“okay! let’s get married.”

eddie picks you up and spins you around. he runs upstairs to go tell his daughter the news while you text fariah, letting her know you’re gonna be gone for a little bit. you hear rylee screaming before she sprinted downstairs to you.

“tell me my dads not taking the piss out of me. are we all going to vegas right now? are you about to marry my dad?!”

“yes. are you okay with this? because if you—”

“you’re shitting right?! this is the best news ever! you’re gonna be my step mom. holy, fuck! yn yln is gonna be my step mom! i gotta go pack.”

eddie walks over to you with a suitcase. your eyes widened. “you packed fast!”

“technically i packed two weeks ago.”

“what?”

eddie starts opening his suitcase. “you know how i said we should go ring shopping earlier? well, i kind of did already, baby. i saw this ring two weeks ago and knew. i had to ask you to marry me immediately.”

eddie pulls out the most beautiful engagement ring you’ve seen. you hold out your hand and he puts it on your ring finger.

“oh, eds! it’s beautiful.” eddie kisses you passionately. you wrap your arms behind his shoulders, kissing back with equal passion.

“are we ready to do?!”

the two of you pull away from one another before eddie hums. “just one more stop. then we can buy everything there before we get married!”

“lets go!”

eddie grabs your hand as his daughter walks in front of you. you were about to marry eddie munson in just a few short hours.

#jqhotchner #jqhotchner masterlist #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson series #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x black fem!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #older!eddie munson x reader #older eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader

15 notes · View notes

blossominghunnie · 2 years ago

Text

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x fem!reader

Summary: Hyunsuk thinks you couldn’t see him on his birthday, the truth is you’re organizing him a surprise party.

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smau + written

Warning: None

Notes: I finally wrote my bub an imagine. 🤭❤️ Happy b-day to the loml. ❤️

The timer of the oven went off, Y/n put her phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a towel to take the two molds out.

She stacked them and started decorating. She wrote a ‘Happy Birthday, bubs 🤍’ on the center.

Y/n wasn't a professional baker but liked baking certain pastries since she was a teen. It was a hobby she enjoyed.

When she finished, she placed it carefully on a white box that had a ribbon. She took her bag, phone and car keys and walked out of the door, making sure to lock her apartment.

Then entered the elevator that went to the underground parking lot.

She opened the trunk and put the cake inside.

After that she entered the car, and put her bag on the passengers seat. Y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and Sunshower by Epex started playing.

With that, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's dorm which was only 10 minutes away.

He certainly was gonna be surprised, because the last thing he knew was that she had a huge project she had to submit the next day and that was why she couldn't hang out.

Once she arrived, she parked right in front of the building. She took all of her things and entered the place.

She hopped on the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.

The doors opened and she bounced towards the familiar door. She knocked and a smiley Seunghun opened it.

“Y/n! You’re just on time.” He let her in and took the box.

“Thanks. I’m glad, I thought I was going to be late because of the cake. It took me longer to decorate it than I anticipated.” She set her bag on the couch. “Hi, Gon.” The girl greeted the older as soon as she saw him coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/nnie.” He smiled at her. “Baejin just told me they’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Okaay. Do you guys need help with anything?”

“Not really. We just finished decorating and the food is almost ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

The three of them sat on the living room coach and conversed for a while until Byounggon’s phone dinged.

“They’re on the elevator.”

“I’ll go hide. Don’t snitch on me.” She giggled and pointed playfully at them. Both of her friends laughed and nodded.

She ran to the nearest closet and closed the door just in time for the principal door to open.

“Happy birthday, Hyunsukie!” She heard the boys yell.

“Thanks, guys! What’s all of this?”

“Just as a small surprise party for our sweet maknae.” Gon responded.

“Okaaay.” Hyunsuk thought there was something going on since the leader sounded a little bit nervous and sweeter than usual but brushed it off.

“Come sit, we made your favorite.” Seunghun sounded like a mother, which, honestly, was so cute.

Y/n heard footsteps leaving the area she was in. As she heard chairs being dragged, she thought it was time to come out.

She tiptoed her way towards her boyfriend. Four out of five guys knew of her presence and were trying so hard not to laugh or being suspicious.

She put her hands over his eyes making him smile.

“Hyung, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed.

“It’s not me, Sukie.” Yonghee giggled.

“Oh. Is it…” He touched her hands. “Y/n?” He sounded confused.

“Maaaybe.”

He turned around and when he saw her his face lit up.

“Sweetie!” He got up and hugged her tightly.

“Hi baby, happy birthday.” She had a fond look on her face.

“Thank you, love.” He still held her. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you had that very important project for tomorrow.”

“There was never a project, bubs. I needed time to make your gift” She didn’t reveal what it was. “And did you really think I wasn’t going to be with you on your birthday?”

“I thought it was weird since we always celebrate it together but understood that you were busy.”

“Oh my god, you’re so precious.” He giggled and turned red. Y/n hugged him tighter.

“I have go get your gift but I don’t want to let you go.” The girl spoke as she looked into his eyes with a pout.

“We can cuddle afterwards, love.”

“Okay, I accept.” They laughed softly.

Hyunsuk stopped holding her and she walked to the kitchen and took the cake out of the fridge.

She looked for candles and a lighter. She placed them on the top and lit them.

She returned to the dinning room with the dessert on her hands, a huge smile on her face. And placed it in front of her boyfriend.

They all sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy while he thought how lucky he was to have that group of people in his life.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

Cix masterlist || Main masterlist

#blossominghunnie #cix #cix fluff #cix hyunsuk #yoon hyunsuk #yoon hyunsuk imagine #yoon hyunsuk x reader #yoon hyunsuk x fem!reader #cix x reader #cix imagine #kpop imagines

26 notes · View notes

skzswife · 2 years ago

Text

Taste (Lee Minho)

Warnings: idol!dom!minho sub!fem!reader strangers to lovers mentions of alcohol mentions or reader being tipsy perv!minho unprotected sex (do not do this) established relationship near end lmk if i forgot smth

You and your friend Gina were insanely excited to go to a stray kids concert after being a fan for years, so as you were driving to the concert blaring your stray kids playlist you had narrowed down to 25 songs because Gina wanted to play some of hers after your playlist was done and you got a notification, you check it expecting it to be your lifelong friend Chris checking up on you because he was already at the venue but to your surprise it wasn't, you click the notification not expecting it to be anything important only see that @realstraykids had liked your instagram post of an edit of lee know and commented "good job" on it, you screamed so loud Gina almost crashed "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N!?" "LOOK AT THIS GINA" you scream as you show her what had happened "OH MY GOD THEY LIKED YOUR POST" Gina yelled trying to keep her eyes on the road at the same time "Yeah they did they commented too. They said good job!" "we can talk more at the venue I know it's really exciting but can we focus on the road please'' your other friend Hyekyung says from the backseat "yeah sorry kyunggie' you say apologetically because she gets carsick easily. The next 2 hours go by pretty fast because you jam to stray kids the whole time "okay guys we're almost there can someone text Chris to tell him" "I got it" Hyekyung offers "Okay thank you"

Gina says pulling up to a fancy hotel "woah this is where we're staying?" you ask in awe of the huge hotel in front of you. you gawking at the hotel when Chris emerging from it catches your eye "Hey Gina there's Chris" you say pointing at him "Go grab him for me y/n while me and Hyekyung unload the car" "Ok I'll go grab him" you start jogging toward him when you accidentally crash into someone causing your mask to fall off, "ow..." you groan rubbing your head that you hit on the ground sitting there in a daze that your pulled out of by a sweet deep voice "H-hey are you okay? I'm really sorry" you look up at the voice and see a man in a mask with dark brown hair, even with the mask you can tell he's beautiful

"Helloooo? are you okay do you need a hospital?" 'O-oh I'm fine and I'm the one who should be sorry I wasn't watching where i was going" you stare at the beautiful boy in a mask for a while not even realizing until you hear voices behind you yelling "MIN HURRY UP WE NEED TO GO" "MINHO" Minho? Like lee Minho? did you just bump into Lee Minho from stray kids? your idol? there is no way. He gets up and puts his hand out to help you, which you take still deep in thought smiling sheepishly as you get to your feet, that disappears as he walks away "H-Hey!'' he turns around "yeah?" you clear your throat ''you forgot your drink" "O-oh thank you'' he start to walk back to you only to be grabbed by another masked boy "Min we can get you a new one we have to go just let her have it" "I've drank out of it though" "who cares come on!" "you just take it I'll get another one" you look at him with confusion ''O-ok" you say as he walks into the building "What the hell was that" Chris says from behind you "I don't know" "Okay got everything out of the car let's go" you and Chris respond with simple oks and grab your stuff and head into the building to begin the struggle of finding your room, after looking around for 20 mins you stop and say "How about instead of looking around every floor of this 8 floor 2,000 room hotel we ask the receptionists?" "That's a good idea y/n" Gina says "And maybe we can get one of those trolley things to carry our stuff because Hyekyung decided to bring 10,000 things." "Yeah let's go Gina you guys stay here" Chris says. "Why do we have to stay?" Hyekyung asks "Because I said so and I'm older than you guys" Hyekyung scoffs "By a month for y/n and a year for me" you shrug not wanting to get involved in the drama "I'll stay with y/n you guys go get the cart thingy and find out what floor we're on" "Works for me, come on Hyekyung" she just shrugs and they start off in a different direction only to bump into another group....

PT 2 OUT ALREADY

Link here

@linos-kitten

#skz smut #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids x female reader #stray kids imagine #lee know smut #skz #stray kids fic

20 notes · View notes

talenlee · 2 years ago

Text

Reflecting In A Mirror (Writing Advice Stuff)

There’s a nonzero chance that this one is going to be really, really self-indulgent and kind of maudlin and maybe even preachy, in that particular way of a boy who turned forty yelling at young people when he hits a point and feels like he failed at something nobody was ever grading him on. I got a bad grade at being Talen Lee, a thing that’s possible to have and yet, somehow, I always expected.

This has been kicked off in part by reading The Locked Tomb books, and should therefore be seen as an absolute mark in their favour, even if I don’t think you’d ever be able to get out of them what I got out of them.

Here are the lessons in summary form, so you don’t have to read the rest of this mess:

Characterisation is story. The way characters approach things, what they look at and how they care about them is part of how you tell the story.

Embrace community. Building friendships with people who are interested in your work, and whose work you are interested in, will help you get better at making things.

Buy My Book (Don’t Buy My Book). You need to convince people to engage with what you’ve made and that means being willing to share it with them and even ask them to look at it.

You Have To Love your Work. The biggest failing all my work has is that I’m embarrassed of it, and horrified by the idea of putting stuff in it that I care about for fear of revolting people around me. Don’t do that, centre the things you care about.

Characterisation Is Story Machinery

In The Locked Tomb there’s multiple sets of information you get depending on who and how you’re getting presented with the information. The first book you’re almost exclusively in the shoes of Gideon Nav – there’s some diegetic poetry and the like and things like a dramatis personae – and that means you look at things in the terms and positions of how Gideon Nav cares about things. There’s a whole mystery that’s sealed away from you because Gideon doesn’t talk about it, doesn’t understand it, and doesn’t care about it. Instead of looking at the complex mystery of lyctorhood, she’s starting from a much harder mystery of ‘what the fuck is going on here?’

This means that the story gets to play out like a locked room (hah) murder mystery, with a dwindling cast and increasing stakes and all that good stuff, all while keeping the focus ever tighter. There’s a bunch of stuff that Gideon doesn’t bother inspecting – she doesn’t look at the paintings of God in any detail for example – that give the story room to do that later, with a different perspective – like how we learn what God looks like from Harrow looking him in the face – and therefore any mysteries attached to that are left for other people’s revelations – third example that’s spoilery goes here.

This means that machinery of the story – getting the reader to progress from point to point – is enabled and inhibited in different ways by the reader’s experiencing of that characterisation. Three characters bickering at length about an assumed topic create an impression to the reader (and a perspective character, if you’re using them) that it’s about Thing A instead of Thing B.

In One Stone, one part of the plot turns on the assumption of a character’s name as being significant in the context of heraldry and therefore, legitimacy of its relationship to the claim for the authority of the throne and the empire. It is a big deal and it is wrong, every single time it comes up. The story only once explains what about it is wrong, and it’s explained after the fact, because whether or not it’s true isn’t important, but it is also important that it’s not even true. Throughout the story, I wrote Aderyn — a polyglot one of her many autistic girl swag traits — correcting people on their assumptions of common language traits like what Du, De, and Deux mean.

This is something I loved doing in One Stone. It’s something that I think I can point to, unequivocally and say: Hey, I like doing this, I like the effect of it, and I bet you can make better stories if you bear it in mind. If you’re thinking about who is saying what and why they say the things they are saying and how you get to add more information to a story that reinforces the ideas your story wants to focus on. Being told you’re late by your boss is different to being told you’re late by your mother which is different to being told you’re late by your uterus. Who delivers a message is part of that message.

Embrace Community

I think it was around the age of sixteen or so that I stopped making and sharing fanfiction. I don’t make and share fanfiction now. I mean I did make and share fanfiction, by the smart, academic definition. One Stone is a full retelling of Julius Caesar, just changed up to be more like the kind of story I like. The dialogue isn’t told in iambic pentameter, violence is actually a good thing when applied well to the people who are causing problems, and an empty throne is the best throne. Doesn’t stop the basics of the story being templated directly off the Shakespeare play.

It’s fanfic!

It’s fanfic, and it’s the first piece of fanfic I really released anywhere and I treated seriously, in something like at the time fifteen years. And I didn’t share it or even try at it because I think for the whole of that block of time I was spending my time thinking fanfiction is stupid. Fanfiction is bad. Fanfiction is something that I did when haha I was a stupid kid but you’d never want to read it.

This was a stupid mindset. Poisonous. Terrible!

Instead of spending fifteen years – years!! – writing stories and sharing them with a community that was willing to approach stories as stories, and getting better at them, I spent that time shrinking my world. And yes, okay, I know, it sucks to look at practice writing and building communities and like, having friends as being instrumental to the purpose of getting better at writing. It’s not a nice way to think about it. It’s just a really, really obvious example of the way that my path moved away from Muir’s, where she continued actively making fanfiction and friends in the fanfiction spaces and partook of social fun through creative work.

I’m not trying to claim ‘oh sure I’d be that good if I had fifteen years more work’ that’s not the point. The point is that there’s a narrative here, for me. A story I told myself, I think. The story was about how unfair it was that if you were popular on The Penny Arcade forums, you could make a Homestuck. If you were popular on a Homestuck you could make an Undertale, or, indeed, a The Locked Tomb. I sting, I burn inside at this moment, thinking about how… how afraid I was of making friends who would partake in the writing I made, who would read my stories and play my games and listen to my podcasts. How even now I keep reluctant distance from people who might like what I do.

How even now, the thought that of course, my family, my friends, my closest people don’t and won’t read this, because who would. Who could?The point of putting these words out here like this is to desperately open my heart and let these words drip out into a river where I might find the few freaks and weirdos who want to see them.

And they have! But like

isn’t it kind of fucked up the way that I think the people who love me the most don’t care about what I have to say or think?

And why?

Buy My Book (Don’t Buy My Book)

There’s an element of history at work here for me. Shortly after I was born, when I was four years old, my dad wrote a book. It’s honestly a marvel, it’s self-publishing before self-publishing was a meaningful thing. It’s a book about the size of an Animorphs book, and it’s about the way that modern translations of the Bible erode Biblical Doctrine. The book also credits Allen Roberts, the man I understand is technically my godfather, and who became internationally famous for being captured by Turkish separatists while trying to prove that a mound on a mountain is the actual Ark.

I’m not joking, he was on the news.

It’s… it’s absurd. Neither my father nor this man are in any way experts on the subject about which they write. Like, I mean this completely honestly, if there was a youtube around in 1992, there would be dudes who had made very thorough debunking videos of this book if it got any attention. Allen Roberts’ work is still brought up on the creation science circuit, by the same circle of assholes you might see Professor Dave humiliate.

But I didn’t know that. Honestly, I didn’t know that twenty minutes ago.

I knew, growing up, that there was a crate of this book in my house. A full crate of an entire book. Nobody ever got a copy. Nobody ever bought one that I knew. Dad didn’t bring it out or show it to anyone. He didn’t share it or advocate for it. I don’t remember seeing it even in the church bookstores of the churches we were in, which was a collection of shelves with church-approved materials.

It was essentially, a project that consumed my dad enough that he made a physical investment in a giant pile of material effort and that effort sat in an ammunition crate in every house I lived in until I moved out and not once did I ever see anyone want a copy. Nobody I know ever referenced it with him. And on the one hand I admire my dad for not pushing his book – for not wanting to be that guy, that pushy, horrible preacher we’d seen, who wanted you to buy his book buy his book buy his book, because that guy… well we could always tell there was something subtly evil about that guy, right? Like, the fact that a preacher sells things doesn’t set off your warning bells if you’re an American is a sign to me that you’re either spiritually sick or a fucking rube. I can appreciate the discipline to not ask people please, love me, I did something that’s really difficult.

On the other hand, uh, you probably shouldn’t read my dad’s book. Not even to make fun of it. It’s almost certainly not very good, and I say that because it’s an attempt to address a problem that my dad sees as vitally important about which, academically, he probably doesn’t know anything. It’s kind of hard to say this aloud because I wouldn’t say it to his face, but I do not believe my father is qualified to talk about biblical translation and I know Allen Roberts isn’t. My case for why they can’t be experts in Biblical translation is because they both are Biblical Literalists, a thing that you kind of can’t be if you understand the Bible with any depth at all. The good news is, though, nobody reads that book because it doesn’t convince anyone to read it and it’s not work presented by people who would have reason to respect it. It’s a self-published book that a dude without much money made and now it’s a trivia entry on a theological book database page, as its only meaningful hit.

That book haunts me.

I do not want to be the boy who wrote that kind of book. I do not want to present myself as an expert and rely on talking to people who know a tiny bit less than me who trust me. I am mortified of the idea of putting academic work out there and hearing someone who knows better going ‘jesus christ, what the hell are you talking about?’ I do not want to write a book and have it sit in my house forever because nobody knows about it or loves it or wants it. I want my book to be read. I want my book to be loved. And the love..

… the love is where a problem comes in.

You Have To Love Your Work

Hey, what does Rafe look like?

What does Gideon Nav look like?

Now, the former, you might be able to manage but the latter is very, very clear if you’ve read The Locked Tomb. You’ve probably also seen fanart of Gideon Nav, and I swear I’m not just doing the unfair thing of comparing my blog-published afternoon hobby novel number 3 to the professionally produced work by a better writer than me, I really am not. What I want to illustrate here is that in The Locked Tomb characters are described. Characters have looks, characters have styles and presentations and presences and other characters react to them and engage with them and then fanartists can conceive in their own minds how these things look and interact. And then they want to present those ideas, they want to share them! Because they’re excited by them and they love them and they find them interesting!

By contrast, even the one person who’s drawn art of the characters in One Stone was given a description with a lot of ‘uhhh I dunno.’There’s a visual detail about Rafe that is meant to be fundamental to a hidden puzzle in the book that I never ever clarified to the point where it’s effectively a complete mystery.

It’s not like I don’t know how Rafe should look. Rafe looks like a way in my head but I am not willing to share that in case I describe an appearance that’s wrong. Or inadequate. Or … or bad.

When I think about writing One Stone with more detail, I keep seizing up. I keep having these moments of honestly, panic and sadness. I keep thinking that hey, no, that book is years old now, nobody cares about it (well, they and they and they do care about it but they might just be being nice to me), and nobody cared that much about it (well again except then). If I go back to this book, isn’t that just being self-indulgent? Aren’t I just putting forward what I like out of something I told them was complete? Aren’t I running the risk of somehow ruining something that is good that is already there when I go back in and clod over it!?

I am afraid of making it clear how Rafe looks, how Aderyn looks, because what if I do that, and you don’t like them.

What if I do and it doesn’t make anyone more interested.

What if I do this, and nobody cares.

What if I once again stand on a street corner and ask people to love what I did, love a little bit of me, and even people close to me go ‘ehhh, maybe another time?’ It’s not like they’re obligated. It’s not like they need to care or should care. Right now I’m reluctant to tag this post with the locked tomb because I feel like hey, what if someone wanted to search that tag and found this? Isn’t that rude of me, to make them see this?! That’s a messed up way to look at my own work! Like, ‘do what you do with sincerity and success will follow’ still irritates me a great deal, because it feels almost protestant in how it implies the reason other people failed is because they weren’t sincere enough. But am I sincere enough? Is it worth having the story show the way that the world of One Stone isn’t an alt-history but an alt-future created by a climate change apocalypse and who would care about that added detail?

Dunno!

Maybe?

it hurts me to try and imagine a scenario where people love what I do if I just show them what I like and care about

and I think that’s really fucked up

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#The Locked Tomb #Making

3 notes · View notes