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guacameowle · 8 years ago

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Jihyun Route: Another Story - Notes

Below the cut are the notes of opinions & thoughts I wrote down as I was playing Another Story. It’s below a cut because it’s very lengthy; I think it came out to over 8400 words. I certainly don’t expect anyone to read all of it, but I had a few people ask for me to do this, so here it is. Some of it is more in-depth analysis, most of it is probably nonsense, a lot of it is me thirsting.

Everything written is what I was thinking at the time something happened in the moment of playing the game so you can see how my theories/emotions of the game progress day by day. I did not go back & change anything I wrote after finishing the route. I haven’t even gone back to proofread it yet, so my apologies for ridiculous errors or confusion.

The notes are broken up by days & then by endings (I’ve only completed good & normal endings so far). Obviously, this text will be loaded with spoilers. I apologize if you’re on mobile & the cut doesn’t work & you have to scroll past this horrendously long post.

I’m sure some of what I’ve said here will be controversial, but I’m not here to argue with anyone or create discourse; this is just a means to express my opinions & lingering curiosities about some aspects of the route.

I by no means disliked this route. I very much enjoyed it for all it’s drama, twists, emotional upheaval, discoveries, & Jihyun’s sexy sexy voice.

Prologue

Like hell am I answering any of these calls.

Whyyy are you so obsessed with me?!

Omg they give you a 'call the police option'?! Iconic. I’m doing it.

I AM CRYING LAUGHING. I BAD ENDED & MC GAVE NO FUCKS. Just went home to order some chicken wings. A legend. SHE COULD NOT BE BOTHERED TO GIVE A FUCK. Honestly, that is my true ending. Ultimate true end. This is how my story would have ended if this happened to me in real life. Except I would have gone home to a tub of ice cream. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Excellent start to this update. She honestly just disbanded a cult & got dinner afterwards like it was no big thing. Boss MC.

Ok I'll do the prologue & play naive now.

Oh. A blindfold. KINKY~.

MC better be prepared to die because she just willingly let herself be kidnapped. 🙄

DAY ONE

The new music is so so nice. That violin concerto - so beautiful. I need sheet music.

That bedroom at Mint Eye is essentially my DREAM room. Wowza. So much pink! Yeah yeah, Ray, I’ll play your game as long as I don’t have to leave that bed. Ever.

Fuck. Ray is wearing gloves. FUUUUUCK me right up. GLOVES!!!

CATCH MY ASS FLIRTING WITH JUMIN ALL DAY ER’DAY. I told Juju I wanted to hear his voice. I’m so thirsty.

Jumin released a quote book. It probably has great lines like, “Yaaaaaa” or “What is fried chicken?” … I’d buy it. Will probably turn out to be the best trilogy I ever spent money on.

“Mankind is born lonely.” (Call Ray after 00:00 chat). This game just got deep as fuck. I’m not ready for that kind of existential commentary at midnight on day one, ok? Let’s chill. I came here to talk to cute boys/girl, not mull over how mankind was doomed from the start.

Zen is already basically horny & ready to rumble if you tell him you called him in the middle of the night because you were thinking about him & honestly that already makes this a fantastic update.

I’m glad we got a little more context on how Yoosung had a random friend who joined a cult & tried to recruit him. Solid tie-in, Chertiz. Bravo.

JUMIN PREFERS FULL-BODIED WINE. FUCK ME RIGHT UP. THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY.

Yoosung, you’re breaking my heart. I want to comfort him so bad. Everything is still so fresh & he’s so frustrated. He’s going to be an emotional rollercoaster this entire route. I can feel it. Deep in my bones.

“You should be asleep." BINCH. Then why did you call me?!

Ok, day one is almost fucking over, where in the mint wig hell is V?! This is supposed to be his route, right? I’m fixing to start answering for Ray in a hot minute if Pastel Princey doesn’t show up pronto.

ZEN IS SUCH A NARCISSIST & I LOVE HIM FOR IT. “I wonder what I’d look like wet.” Me too, send a selfie quick. Please. I’ll beg.

I can’t stop flirting with everyone holy crap I’m probably going to bad end. I don’t even know who I have the most hearts for currently…

DAY TWO

Why are the longest chats in this game at 2 in the damn morning?! Cheritz, please…

Have I mentioned I really like V’s new sprite outfit? CAUSE I DO. It’s an excellent style. That coat with the pin on the lapel is perfect! Mmmhmm.

Also, V’s sprite’s body language seems pretty important to me. That arm wrapped over himself & holding his other arm feels very closed off. He’s the leader but he’s curling in on himself. Yes, by now we know he has secrets, but this almost feels like he’s unsure of himself for other reasons. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.

In a call V says the dark sky was taking over the moon but then in the next chat he says he couldn’t sleep because the moon was too bright. WELL, WHICH IS IT? I am betting that "bright moon" was probably just a lamp. Flip the switch, V. Turn it off & go to bed.

Aye, Jumin went to a foreign university. I want to know where. Have it ever been said how many other languages Jumin knows? I know he goes to New York & China for business a lot, so do we assume he takes translators with him or that he knows enough of the languages to get by? I’m so curious.

HOW V & JUMIN MET IS THE CUTEST SHIT I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE OMGGGG. Jumin calling the insurance company about a toy car. Stop I can’t. I love him so much.

LITTLE JUMIN IN SUSPENDERS OMG I AM SCREAMING. That mini suit is probably bespoke Armani. Damnit.

V & Drunk!Jumin talking about their friendship is going to make me cry.

Jumin talks about almost being kidnapped on multiple occasions as if it were just a minor inconvenience of his day. “Ran out of pancakes, almost got kidnapped, crashed my toy car…”

Yeah yeah Ray. They're AIs. Sure. Uh huh. Totally believe you.

HOLY SHIT. Seven got a major equipment & set up upgrade. Someone tell me he posted to r/battlestations ?!?!?

Ray said he's going to try to tame me with food & honestly I am not opposed to this. He found my weakness so quickly. BRING ME ICE CREAM! STRAWBERRIES! CHAMPAGNE! Ask Jumin to make me some pancakes, I liked those.

Whoa dang. Zen's "sleepy but maybe gonna lose my voice" voice is 💦💦💦💦

V in that robe. 👀👀👀 ((Lynn, why are you like this?))

The first recommended party guest is a vampire (who could pass for Eros Katsuki Yuuri in a cape). I love this silly game. You think if I told Jumin that the 'Twilight' series was really a documentary he would believe me?

So Jumin confirmed he doesn't have siblings. That's actually one of the lingering questions I had about him. I’m glad he & V found one another at such young ages then. One could argue that they’re like brothers.

I am going to say it - I think Yoosung needs to meet with a licensed professional on a set schedule. He has no outlet for these emotions he's feeling & fears being badgered by RFA members when he does express himself. I feel so bad for him, especially knowing, as the player, that he was right all along to question V & the lack of evidence on Rika's supposed suicide. The RFA chatroom is not a safe space for him. Yet on the other hand, he’s being very selfish in wanting the others to grieve the same way he is. This is a very complex character bit about him.

Jaehee continues to be wary of me nonstop… but is 100% convinced that Seven is inviting the actual planet of Pluto to this party. ::looks directly into the camera::

Now Jumin wants to invite an actual bowl of udon. ::looks harder into the camera:: (If these were the guest recommendations Rika got, no wonder she left.)

JAEHEE CG. CRITICAL HIT. WOMAN DOWN. “You look tired.” JuMIN! No! “You look tired…” LyNN! NO!

I think I’m going to bad end if I don’t stop getting Jumin’s hearts… but I can’t help myself. I am a weak weak woman.

Why in the hell is this chat called “Party at Saturn” but then in the chat we talk about Jupiter instead. False advertising!

I could listen to V’s voice all day. That is S I L K Y ~

Ray is reaching obsessive level status. This boy just attaches to anyone that’s remotely nice to him, doesn’t he? I’ll admit, I went into this route but really liking Unknown. He irritated me. I knew he was tormented & abused, but he was not a good man. Ray though, seems really sweet. So are we to believe sometime between now & the two years into the future something happens to him that just causes him to snap & no longer want to be nice?

DAY THREE

Zen is saying “lmao” a lot.

“There’s a perfect medication for that. It’s called… BEER. LMAOOOO.” Zen is just me in college. Confirmed.

Ok so this route has some of the prettiest CGs I have seen in this game. I am loving them.

IT IS 4AM CHERITZ. I DON’T NEED THESE EMOTIONS FROM SAERAN TALKING ABOUT A POTTED PLANT WITH TWO STALKS & ONE OF THEM GROWING WEAKER. GODDAMNIT. I’M GOING TO CRY. OH SHIT HE BUSTED OUT THE CRYING EMOJI. BE STRONG, LYNN.

If this boy doesn’t get some sort of emotional help & redemption in this story I am going to be so so upset.

(Call 707 after “Paradox of the Survival of the ____ Chat) Did Seven just pull a “BITCH WHERE?” joke on me when I called him sexy?!

V's dad is a vampire. Look at that guy. Jumin, don’t look him in the eyes.

TEENAGE ANDROID ZEN!

Jaehee’s "jet pilot" convo had me dying. What kinda Space balls + Monty Python convo was that?!?!

This slow mellow piano melody (I guess V's theme) is very lovely. It makes me sleepy in a good way. That gentle crescendo in the middle with the chimes gives me chills.

CHOIR BOYS JUMIN & V!!!! HOW PRECIOUS!!!

I actually like that we get to see more of V's hesitation & examples of him still struggling with the grieving process.

Yoosung is really lashing out here. I understand his frustrations but he is very blind to his own selfishness.

OMG THE START OF YOOSUNG'S LOLOL ADDICTION! 😨

New order of favorite voices: V, Jumin, Yoosung, Ray, Zen, Jaehee, Luciel. ((This is shocking to me because I tend to prefer high-pitched male voices. Why? I don’t even know. The first time I heard Yoosung’s voice I was like “THIS IS THE ONE. THIS IS IT! QUALITY! GOOD SHIT!” Then I heard Jumin talk & my panties were WRECKED. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to fight it.))

Aye, not to RUSH anything but uhh… when do I get to start giving answers like “V come save me” cause homeboy is at Mint Eye. I’m at Mint Eye. We can fucking leave Mint Eye together. Just saying.

Me In-Game: “Yoosung, I think you need to seek professional help.” Yoosung: “I don’t think I need counseling. I’ll just vent my feelings into my new game!” Me Out-Of-Game: “BOY I HAVE SEEN YOUR FUTURE & WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK!”

DAY FOUR

“Say Yoosung for example … [he’s] set to mourn the death of his precious but is he really sad because of somebody’s death or is he sad because death still remains a mystery to him?” I swear I just looked off into the distance & said, “Holy fuck…” Ray is getting DEEP. He just made a damn good point honestly. My mind is blown. I need a minute. This explains so much about Yoosung, honestly.

Ray just broke all the characters down in like 5 words or less. I am seriously impressed. Chertiz. CHERTIZ, MY DUDES. Your game is fantastic. Your characters are so in depth. None of them are perfect & I love it.

“… plant a seed of happiness inside you.” You’re not planting any seeds inside of me. Nope. Thanks for playing. I don’t want your seed. I can buy seeds at Home Depot if I need them. Thanks.

I’m guessing day 4 bad ending is you basically just joining Mint Eye with Ray at this point… & getting all of his seed.

JUMIN CALLED ME WHILE HE’S LYING IN BED. I AM BLESSED & I AM ALSO LYING IN MY BED.

Ok… I was hoping this call would get sexy but now he’s just talking about mattresses. Look Juju, you’re welcome to come & help me test the firmness of my mattress & I’ll test the firmness of your-

Real talk, Jumin’s exaggerated sigh directly into my ear via headphones gave me chills. Bye. I’m ascending to another plane of existence.

…. I’m waiting for that moment V changes his profile picture. WHEN. WILL. IT. HAPPEN?

The Game of Kings CG. I’m fucking crying.

VANDERWOOOOD.

Zen looking like he did an autumn “back to school” photoshoot for Sears & I am LOVING IT. He’s so cute. Looks like a Sketchers advert.

Yoosung is too innocent for his own good. Just met someone one day prior & already accepting packages from them. STRANGER DANGER, MY DUDE.

WET ZEN SELFIE! MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED! BLESSED.

Yoosung, I want to be your ‘master’. Please & thank you.

Elixir of salvation. Ah, that wonderful combination of harsh chemicals & neurotoxins/hallucinogens. I wouldn’t put it past them to have added piss. Ray says he’s going to make it special for me though by adding flavor to it. This boy is probably going to add a dollop of ice cream in it & say “IT’S AN ELIXIR OF SALVATION FLOAT!” Hard pass.

V COME & SAVE ME ALREADY! But let’s keep the robe…. for reasons… (Hello, you have all been introduced to Meowle’s extensive clothing kink.)

“The secret has got out of my hands…” ::looks directly into the camera with both eyes unblinking:: Boy, I’ve been saying this since uh… 2 years… into your future….

If I’m forced to drink this shit despite choosing the answers of resisting I’m going scream. I DO NOT CONSENT.

SAVE YOURSELF V! RUN!

Ok really, I just want to pick Ray up, toss him over my shoulder, tell him to hush & trust me, & walk out of there while karate kicking everyone in the face. Come at me. (Congratulations Cheritz, you made me like a character I didn’t originally like. You sneaky skillful writers.)

Holy shit, excellent EXCELLENT voice acting by Saeran’s VA. That was absolutely phenomenal. Sujin Kang. Bravo!

DAY FIVE

THIS ROUTE HAS GOT ME EMOTIONALLY FUCKED UP & I AM ONLY ON THE START OF DAY 5?! How am I supposed to do this for 6 more days?

V panting in a phone call = my mind directly into the gutter. Whew.

Yes, because keeping MORE secrets has helped us in the past 4 days. Does nobody learn from their mistakes in this game?

((Explained the current plot of this route to my sister)) Sister: “Ok, if this took place here in Texas, you’d just bust in there with guns blazing to save those pink & mint boys.” Me: “I wouldn’t kill anyone!” Sister: “You could just like… aim for their legs so they can’t chase you out of there.”

“It doesn’t matter what happens to me” This almost feels like V’s emotions go beyond just self-sacrifice for those he cares about. This blatant disregard for his own safety feels very self-damaging. I’m wondering if they’ll tap into this idea further in the story. Does he not feel worthy of existing? Of love?

Whoa… whose voice is THIS? Whomever this lady voice is, she’s got protractors in her eyeballs too, like Juju.

“I’ve lost my violin, something I’ve played for my whole life.” GIRL, I FEEL YOU. My heart is shattering for her & I don’t even know who she is.

Ohhhh it’s V’s mom isn’t it?! Calling it now.

I'm laughing so hard. "IT IS TIME TO ACTIVATE THE INTELLIGENCE UNIT!" & it's not even established yet! Jumin please. Omg.

How adorable!! Teenage Jumin & V!!

Wow, V's philosophy on life sure did a massive 180 in 10 years. Hmm, methinks his mom is going to come in to play for that.

I swear, if anyone else pops in & tries to “cleanse me” I’d start throwing fists. Touch me, I dare you.

V is resisting every romantic approach. I feel bad for trying to flirt with him. I guess I’ll just flirt with Jumin then.

Zen giving Yoosung some major tough love. He didn't have to step up to care for Yoosung, but he did. Zen is a good man.

Yoosung's crying phone call is ripping me apart. Also this voice acting is phenomenal. So so good but so painful.

This is disgusting. Rika has some serious psychosis & V decided to suffer in it as some way to "prove his love". That's not love. This is blatant abuse. I'm appalled. V was blinded by 'love', literally & figuratively.

In the end, V was abused. He had his love for Rika twisted/manipulated & used against him. He was physically hurt by his lover. This makes me angry not just because it happened but because he gave consent. I’m just… so fucking baffled. You do not encourage someone who is mentally unstable (or even stable) to inflict pain on yourself or others as a means for them to try to maintain a grasp on their sanity or ‘happiness’ or because they want proof you ‘love them.’ V encouraged this, he allowed it, he consented & it fucking spiraled out of control. He took on so much pain. He thought by doing this he was somehow helping Rika, but it didn’t! It just made everything worse & Rika went on to hurt more people after this. Yes, I see that V is trying to redeem himself somehow, trying to keep everyone else out of the situation so they don’t suffer like he did & so they don’t get hurt but I can’t ignore the fact that V made mistakes in their relationship as well. Rika’s growing mental instability should have been handled with a lot more care (therapy ((if one doesn’t work try another)), hospitalization, medication). He knew from the beginning she was like this, no? He enabled these tendencies she had & it wasn’t good for either of them. I want to know his end goal. Was he just being selfish? Did he think only he could be a cure for her? What was he getting out of this since it didn’t read as if he was really being loved back. Did he do any of this out of malicious intent? No, I don’t think so - it reads as if he was doing what he thought was right but V made mistakes & I feel sorry for them both. V is a very tragic character indeed. He thought his love was some sort of cure-all for his lover but it wasn’t. This is actually very sad. In a way, I guess he did stop her from hurting others (for a time) or hurting herself, but that still doesn’t make this right.

I was heavily suspicious of V in the original routes (even though his voice was so goddamn sexy), particularly in Yoosung & Seven’s routes. I still think V is not entirely free from blame. I don’t think he’s by any means evil or manipulative, just misguided in what he thought was love but really was just self-sacrifice & pretty damn obsessive if you ask me. It also rings heavily of codependency. You don’t give up every part of yourself so your partner can find ‘happiness’, that’s not a healthy love. Love yourself a little more than that, Jihyun, please.

I don't like Rika. Yes, she did good things while ‘alive’ & at one point she might have been healthy & mentally stable but it spiraled out of her & anyone else's control into a very very dark place where she became toxic, manipulative, & delusional. She's done horrible acts that I refuse to look past regardless of her previous ‘good deeds’. Bad people can do good things for all the wrong reasons. She needs medical help, I can see that, but that doesn't mean I have to like her. Her words & actions against V are very selfish as well, demanding he prove his love by letting her physically hurt him? She targeted his need to please & exploited the hell out of that - backed him into a corner & kept badgering him about him proving his love (even though he seemed all too willing to do just that). This is wrong in every way. Mental illness isn’t a ‘free pass.’

This conversation between MC, Yoosung, & Jaehee felt very productive! Yoosung seemed to actually listen & take in another POV.

DAY SIX

Ok, I officially feel like I have no fucking idea what the actual shit Rika or V are talking about in any of their damn video novel conversations. Too many damn metaphors & nonsense. Yes yes, sunshine, flowers & dark skies. Let’s move along. I’d rather hear Yoosung crying.

Update: V officially changed his profile background picture again but still not his avatar picture.

I hope Elizabeth 3rd isn’t suffering at all through this dramatic period. Is she ok? Is she eating well? How are her jumps coming along? Has she been grooming properly? When was her last bowel movement? I hope my precious baby angel is doing well.

V’s mom is kicking me right in the emotions. Every word she’s saying is just devastating. To lose everything & be outcast, having your child ripped away, not being able to find solace in something you’d taken comfort in for decades… I can’t even begin to imagine.

What a sad sad parallel. V’s mom lost her hearing & therefore her art of music. V is losing his sight & therefore his art of photography. Wow.

Secrets secrets are no fun… BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING RUINING EVERYONE’S LIVES.

I don't want Ray to be abandoned again!

You make one comment about recognizing a 90s computer & Seven suddenly calls you "ma'am." Boy, I oughta...

Jaehee says that V drives a British make car that is silver in appearance. I am hoping it's a silver Aston Martin Vanquish (aka Meowle's absolute dream car - only I want it in black in black on black).

I am laughing so hard at the idea of Jaehee just turning toward Seven & asking, "Do you work out?” ((Another Story - Brought to you by Seven’s Hot Hot Body. He Works Out!))

Yeah girl, I hate to break it to you, but that mask is doing nothing to conceal your identity so…

Hahaaaaa Seven imitating Jaehee in this phone call is pretty damn hilarious.

Someone please tell me there some options to throw a punch or two cause I fucking will. I need a Mortal Kombat option.

Jumin's analogy about V, Yoosung, & the apple tree was really really good! That pep talk was amazing. Jumin hit a home run with that motivation speech.

What kinda photos did Seven find? Naughty photos? Photos of Rika hurting V? Are we going to get to see these later?

Ok ok this might be a stretch but it's almost like V's mom's love & desperation for her child, that concern to only want to shield from pain & no longer finding purpose in anything else in life, is heavily paralleled in V's need to protect his "art" (Rika). Is this why he was so determined to try to be the outlet for her pain? He really thought this was his way of protecting her? A set of photos in his series was called Obsession, right? Was this all about an obsession with Rika? Makes sense to me at least. V is in deep, I'm questioning his mental stabilities as well in these flashbacks, honestly.

This CG with Rika & MC makes me uncomfortable. Hands off, please & thank you.

God bless Jumin keeping me updated on Elizabeth 3rd because right now she's the only bright spot in this horrifically emotional route.

"Once they get used to love... I show them fear again. Just enough to get them scared. And when I save them again, they become happy." What kinda toxic manipulative evil callus twisted deceitful bullshit. Girl, if I get my hands on you I’ll show you something to be afraid of.

Shit is going down & Ray is texting me about sunflowers. "If you leave then I'll be the sunflower. I'm going to stand watching the direction you've gone to." 😢😢😢 Please, don’t hurt him anymore.

I am at the end of day 6 & honestly I don't know if I am about to bad end. Did I fuck up somewhere? Oh geez...

JUMIIIIN stepping in & delegating like a champ. I love you.

Rika just sort of confirmed my little theory about V & ‘noble self sacrifice’, thinking he was some sort of cure-all for her demons but didn't see that he was doing more harm than good. I don't want to agree with her here but I almost kinda have to. I mean, she did ask him to basically keep giving her unconditional love, so she’s also a hypocrite in saying it was entirely V’s fault. He wasn’t the cause of her “devil” but I think he certainly had an inadvertent hand in helping it flourish.

Cheritz, please let me fight someone in this game. PLEASE! I want a full on Mortal Kombat side mode. I will go full on Liu Kang up in here, complete with all the noises he made in Sega Genesis - HUUWAH!

Hell. No. I will not do anything for you ((at least not until I loop back around to intentionally bad end)). You can fuck right the fuck off. I ain't telling the RFA shit for you.

DAY SEVEN

Oh ho ho, defensive & in-denial Yoosung is out to play.

“We’re teenagers. This is the period where we express rebellion.” Cue Jumin tilting his tie clip 30* upward so it’s not perfectly perpendicular to his tie. REBELLION! Drink tap water instead of chilled glass-bottle mineral water. REBELLION! Pay with cash instead of card. REBELLLLLIIIOOOONNNN!

Real talk - Jumin, that was some outstanding advice. He’s telling this to his friend & they’re just children at this stage? That is some serious insight. I will never get over how Jumin, who is so emotionally closed off, is such a damn good friend to V. His delivery was impeccable as well, it wasn’t condescending or judgmental; it was sincere. It was very matter of fact but did have a hint of genuine concern for his friend. Their friendship makes me very happy & I am glad they have one another. This isn’t just a “little” chat. This conversation goes on to very likely change V’s entire life… & Jumin had a massive hand in that. I’m so amazed, y’all.

Ohhhh, I offered Jumin a hug & got shot down. I’m hurt. I’ll never recover. I need to redo his route so I can feel his love again.

“Super-ego” Oooook…. BOTH of y’all need to reevaluate some shit.

Rika had a bullied fucked up childhood & she needs some serious professional help. I feel like a broken record. She’s gone by the wayside, hell she’s lost the map entirely.

All these metaphors & analogies they keep using for their pain & torment, is exhausting. Hide it in prose all you want, what we have here is toxic.

This sort of solidifies my theory that Saeran has a split personality, this isn’t just anger. There’s just no way this is “the same” person. He’s been hurt by so many people. Now it’s sad to watch him hurt others. If they ever make a route of him, I will be very interested in seeing what the event was that causes him to finally shift personalities between Ray & Unknown (at least I’m assuming it’s Ray vs. Unknown & not Ray vs. Saeran).

“I will hack everything” Lmfaoooo. This made me snort laugh so hard my chest hurt. EVERYTHING! HIDE THE TOASTER. HIDE YOUR WATCH.

I can’t fault Yoosung so not believing what any of the RFA members tell him. He has no proof. He’s been lied to, just found out he’d been lied to, & now told to believe something else? Yeah, I wouldn’t believe anyone either. If you try to tell me that the person I loved & looked up to the most went evil, was hurting people, & started a cult I would tell you to fuck right off & laugh in your face. We also forget Yoosung is a scientist (though he’s not acting like one at the moment), he needs to see actual proof otherwise he’s not going to believe it. HOWEVER, he’s so loyal to Rika that if he were to show up at Mint Eye he’d very likely join them just to be with Rika again. I hope the RFA fights tooth & nail to keep him from going to Mint Eye.

Ok ok, in this VN, V expresses that he feels grateful to have been told by Jumin to not live his father’s life & to live for himself & make his own opinion about his mom. So… when is someone going to step in & tell V to not live his life for Rika, because ever since he claimed to be “her sun” that’s what he’s been doing… living for someone else again. V needs to live for himself, find what really makes him happy. A lot of this route so far hints that V is struggling with self-love & being ‘selfish’ enough to find what makes him genuinely happy. Also, Jihyun seems very sensitive to the opinion of others. That’s an interesting character trait - nothing wrong with it. I quite like that he’s played up as sensitive but tries to take on burdens himself to spare others - makes him a very tragic & compelling character.

ZEN MOANING IN A PHONE CALL LORD JESUS I NEED TO DRINK SOME HOLY WATER. THANK YOU, CHERITZ.

Is it just me or does anyone else think that Seven coming to Mint Eye on his own is actually a bad idea? You don’t mean to tell me this boy is not going be distracted by seeing his brother like this? Hmm saving brother vs. saving random new girl. … no contest.

“If you can’t relax yourself, I’ll make you relax.” Please please make me relax Zen. Please, omg.

THERE’S A “ZEN, MIND IF I REPLACE YOOSUNG?” OPTION. BLESS YOU CHERITZ YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO ME.

Angry mother-hen Zen is ridiculously amazing.

Oh please oh pleeeeease let there be a phone call to Yoosung where he’s moaning because of his massage.

WHAT IS WITH JIHYUN’S FAMILY "SACRIFICING THEIR EVERYTHING" STOP. NO. STOP THIS TRAIN OF MADNESS.

BLESS THE PHONE CALL WITH YOOSUNG GASPING & LAUGHING AS ZEN TICKLES HIM. Yoosung is ticklish along his sides. It's canon.

“I didn’t love Rika.” WHOMP THERE IT IS!

JIHYUN JUST ADMITTED HE WAS OBSESSED WITH RIKA. THAT IS A BIG STEP, PASTEL BOY! I actually put my phone down, yelled “I WAS RIGHT!” to absolutely nobody because I was alone, walked out of the room then marched right back in to keep playing the chat…

::shuffles notecards:: ::clears threat:: ::lips on the mic:: The sun is a burning ball of gas in space. It is not capable of emotions such as 'unconditional love'. It will instantly kill you on contact. Quit placing so many expectations on the sun in your fucking metaphors. Good day.

That Rika screaming CG makes me uncomfortable. I would now like to be excluded from this narrative.

I just laughed so fucking hard. Rika is having a fucking breakdown & Seven's voice just pops in ‘PSSST, ARE YOU LYNN?!’ I can't.

DAY EIGHT

Ohhh. Ohhhhhhhh. These answer choices are getting trickier. Just completely bash Rika or kinda calmly defend V? Hmm, decisions decisions.

So Seven didn’t see Saeran at all… & still somehow doesn’t know it’s actually Saeran that’s the hacker. Interestiiiiing.

Called Zen after 00:44 chat Day 8. Told him he was doing a good job by watching Yoosung because it was a hard task. “Did you just… diss Yoosung… in a subtle way?” I died when he laughed!

These answer choices all feel too similar to one another. I’m gonna fuck this up. I’m going to bad end on day 10… just watch. ((I have like 5 save files going though so…))

Yep, I expected this from Yoosung. He’s honestly not as bad as I thought he’d be. He even voices that he understands he’s being unreasonable & whiney - he just can’t help the way he’s feeling. This is a very visceral & real reaction. I think I don’t find it annoying because I was fully expecting this. I braced myself for it & I am enjoying seeing it play out. He was the most loyal to Zika, he’s going to take a lot to make him believe. Oh, what if there’s a bad end where he & MC both end up as part of Mint Eye?!

::battered & bruised:: ::speaks into walkie-talkie:: Day 8 on mission of V route. So far no casualties. On the path to Good End still. But V still hasn’t changed his fucking profile picture. Over.

[[Here is where I caved & actually started to spend the thousands of hourglasses I have on buying days in bulk instead of just calls for V & Ray.]]

180 HG for a days worth of chats?! Gooooood Lord. ::clicks accept::

Ray’s clapping happy emoji is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.

I CAN’T LIE TO HIM & SAY I DON’T LIKE ICE CREAM. I FUCKING LOVE ICE CREAM. I HAVE MORE ICE CREAM IN MY FREEZER THAN ANY OTHER FOODS…

Whoa cool! Ray & Rika (my phone keeps correcting her name to be ‘Zika virus’) have profiles in the hacked messenger!

I told V “art” is part of my job because medicine is an art, right? Isn’t that a saying? “The art of medicine.”

Call V after 7:13 chat. This is a good call from him - not romantic I mean - but definitely good for more insight on how he now views his role in Rika’s progression.

Whoa whoa new chat room theme song when Rika joined in.

VANDERWOOOOOOOOOD!!! Bless. Their haggling is pretty adorable.

Update: V finally changed his profile picture & is emo as fuck.

About time these idiots realize the sun is fucking dangerous. Stop using it for your nonsense. This is driving me more insane than any other aspect of the game. Mention the sun again & I’m going to go stare directly into it until my corneas melt.

Was that finally a confession of feelings for you but kinda backhanded about it? With how torn up Jihyun is about this entire Rika situation, I’m very surprised that this route would even be considered a love endeavor between he & MC. I don’t think he’s anywhere near emotionally ready to pursue a new relationship with someone so soon after this chaos. I don’t know how I’ll feel if either of the ‘good’ endings is them together right away - it’ll just feel so wrong for the progression of his character. I think Jihyun needs to learn to love & accept himself before he can open up again to trying to love someone - at least loving something the right way.

Hahaaaa like hell am I going to say THE SUN is my muse. I’m going to stop going out in daylight at this point. My bones are going to get brittle. Thanks, Cheritz.

Omg V’s mom is such a boss lady. Be strong, Lynn. Don’t cry.

Aw shit, that fucked me up emotionally.

Is this why V doesn’t like people looking at his body? Does he have scars from this fire? I hope we get more on this. Or was that body comment just another glimpse into how unsure V is about himself? Another tidbit of not loving himself? Hmm.

I am honestly at a loss, I don’t know if I’m answering correctly to get to the party.

Noooo! V, why did you lie again?! He asked you point blank. You were progressing so well. THIS CAN ONLY END IN TEARS. TELL SEVEN THE TRUTH! Seven is going to be beyond hurt when he finds out that you just kept lying! He needs to know about Saeran! He needs to save him!

The music in this 22:00 chat is absolutely fantastic. Who is the music developer for this game. Give them a raise & a three week vacation to Hawaii. This soundtrack is so great.

OMGGGG did I fuck up? If V goes back to Rika, I swear. I’m so done. Ohh, that’s going to be a bad end, isn’t it? He’s going to give in again & go back to her!

This relationship is so twisted. We’re talking in fucking circles. This is the most unproductive conversation I’ve ever been a part of & I’ve spoken with anti-vaxxers in person.

I’m absolutely crushed. This was it. This was the moment? That full break between Ray & Unknown… I have no words. This is so so sad. The VA even does a different voice each of them.

I’m crying. Full on tears. Ray…

If this was the moment of the full separation between Ray & Unknown in this timeline, I am still curious what was the trigger to cause the full break between personalities in the original timelines. I really hope we get a Saeran route now. I wasn’t hoping for one before, but Cheritz has me hooked now. I need redemption for Saeran.

DAY NINE

So, I’m guessing I’m on the right track? Because I just realized a lot of the answers in this portion have a lot of self-centered MC options? So I’m trying to avoid the “me me me, V is better off with me” choices & focusing more on the “V is changing & growing for himself” options. I’m sticking with that since I’m fully on board with my theory that V needs to learn to love & live for himself.

DON’T BRING THE MOON INTO THIS. LEAVE HER ALONE. SHE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS.

Juuuumiiiin. I’ve missed you!

How many times do you think Rika had to set up her phone to auto take that photo of her standing in front of the Moon before she got it right?

VANDERWOOD!

VANDERWOOD SELFIE!

GIVE VANDERWOOD AN RFA PROFILE

VAN.DER.WOOOOOOD.

Vanderwood is laying down some fucking truth in this VN with V. Vanderwood - the voice of the people.

At this point, I'm just over arguing & talking in circles.

My heart was in my throat thinking Ray was going to drop the news that Seven was his brother in that chat room they were in together. I was waiting for it; I don’t even think I was breathing.

Oh RFA members + Mint Eye in the same chat rooms?! LET’S DO THIS.

Petition to rename the RFA to something else, anything else.

WHO DID THIS WOMAN JUST STAB. OMG. OMGGGGG. WTF WAS THAT PHONE CALL?!

Nobody has ever given V a hug before? How cold. I’ll hug you. I’ll hug the crap out of you.

I’m going to go hug my mom…

Update: Hugged my dad along the way to finding my mom to hug her. Hugged my cat too. My sister opened her arms for a hug when she saw I was making rounds, but I just high-fived both hands & walked past. I’m such an asshole.

Rika is flip flopping all over the damn place. Did you want his love or not? Is he your sun or not? Are you angry or not? Do you want him dead or not? I’m over it. Go away.

Ok why the fuck was the phone call from Rika about her stabbing someone BEFORE the actual VN where she stabbed someone?! I was so confused. That has to be some glitch.

$10 says now Rika is going to be torn between wanting V to die or not. She’s just going to keep flip-flopping. In the end, she’s just as obsessed.

Wow. Wow. The phone call where Seven is freaking out. Like genuine emotion scared shitless. Excellent acting.

DAY TEN

Rika was off looking for love her entire life when Yoosung was literally there right beside her loving her unconditionally when he finally met her.

Lmao "Don't go to the apartment, Yoosung. There's a bomb there." Yeah that's right, bitches. I can see in the future.

Damn Jaehee. Savage. I liiiiike it.

"I didn't stab him that deep." Confession! WHOOP, THERE IT IIIIIS.

Son of a bitch. Ray is going to sacrifice himself isn't he?! While Rika's off playing house in her apartment again. I'm so pissed. Please please please let Seven save him.

I've been waiting for this Rika/Yoosung messenger chat! Now I fully expect Yoosung to resist harder & plead/beg. If I'm wrong, I'll eat my hat.

Damn they just give MC a straight up "hang up" option on Rika. Take no shit, MC.

Everyone is hella vaguing in their profiles lolololol. You know you’re desperate when you’re vaguing in a closed off messenger accessible to only 7 people. We all know who you’re talking about. You’re not slick.

Oh shit. V's mom making a comeback to slap me right in my feelings.

Ray's call after the 18:00 chat...

I have never been more attracted to Jumin in my fucking LIFE.

Ray’s best call is the one you make to him after 19:49. He cares so so much. He has so much to give despite being hurt & used & broken over & over again. This was a great phone call. Devastatingly sad, but excellent for his character.

Where in the fresh hell did Vanderwood just pop off to? Last I saw him Seven asked him to look after MC. Then never again…

You bet your ass I chose the answer to tie Yoosung up. Like my thirsty domme ass was going to let that opportunity sliiiiiide on by. I’m not even surprised that Yoosung giggled at the idea. Bless his subby heart. Boy wants it bad. I am willing to give & give & give...

Whooooa 21:53 chat: “Ray has entered the chatroom” but ended with “Unknown has left the chatroom” I know this happened before but this is right before the final fight, right? Is Seven going to show up & find Unknown instead of Ray? Are they even going to do the brother reveal? Ray’s going to die, isn’t he? I can’t help but think that if V had told him, Seven would have tried harder, would have gone there personally. But then maybe Seven would get hurt too? Is Seven going to die?!

Yes, Jihyun! Find & love yourself! Live for yourself! This is an excellent idea! I approve of this. You need this. Forget about Rika! I wish you luck!

Sonofabitchfuckfuckfuck. Ray deserved better. RAY DESERVED BETTER. That poor boy. He was so used, so confused, & so so tormented. I’m so angry. This wasn’t fair. I’m going to pout & be pissy about this for a long time. I’m hoping he really isn’t dead. Please please. I’m going to be in denial about this, I know it. I mean, they did show him in the control room in Mint Eye. He gave his final words & then there was the explosion. Is it too silly to hope that he somehow got out? Maybe...

Wowowow. That final chat with Rika, begging like that. That was brutal. Even in the middle there she switched between pleading & saying she’d get revenge. I really do pity her & I hope she gets help in this route but at this point I don’t even know. I’m on this emotional see-saw where I really dislike her but on the other side pity her. I’ll admit, I’m spending a lot more time on the side of not liking her.

DAY ELEVEN

She’s not dead. There’s no way. I won’t believe it until I see a body (same with Saeran). YOU CAN’T TRICK ME. I’M A VETERAN OF THESE PLOYS!

Jumin. Fucking. Han. This man is so good. He’s so strong even though he’s struggling himself. That “lean on me” line nearly had me tearing up. Jumin Han is a GOOD MAN.

Also, Jumin said it isn’t confirmed if the hacker was in the building or not. I mean, being in a direct explosion could very well decimate a body, but what if he got out? Ray did sound pretty desolate about not having anywhere else to go & did seem pretty resigned to this suicide mission though. This isn’t fair.

PARTY ATTEMPT #1 (Invited 24 guests) - Good Ending?

WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Is this like a “bad end” party? Why is she here? I fucked up, didn’t I? (I feel like the Minister of Magic in Harry Potter shouting “He’s back!”) ((If she gets to live & Ray actually died... I can’t. I’m still so angry.))

Yoosung, noooo!

OMG YOOSUNG, YES!

V’s mom has managed to make me tear up nearly every time she pops up on the screen. She had such impact on this route despite not be present in the here & now of it. She’s an angel. A fucking angel. Every CG of her’s has blessed me. This background story on her was so amazing. Her struggle & sacrifice for her son & finding purpose in herself after losing so much was... so beautiful. I’m going to cry again.

BABY JIHYUN WITH HIS MOM CG. I’m crying for real. This is beautiful. The emotions for this were so so good.

What is with this game & Alaska?! Everyone is going there. Maybe Ray went to Alaska!

That’s rich, Zen. Calling Jumin an alcoholic. Pot meet kettle.

Shit goddamn Jumin, was it necessary to be THAT savage about Zen’s selfies?

Jihyun turned into a beautiful happy hippie.

Hippie Jihyun is hot as hell. That smile. Wow.

Holy shit. “I want to love you. I will love you. I love you, just as I love myself.” That’s a damn good line! Damn good.

Honestly, I am beyond glad, thrilled, immensely happy that there was a two year gap between Jihyun & MC actually getting together. If he had just jumped right into a relationship with MC after all of this, I would have questioned the foundation of the relationship. He was not emotionally ready for that so I’m glad the story allowed the time break so he could grow, heal, discover on his own.

I like that Jihyun wanted to be called his birth name again, not the ‘persona’ V that he’d created for his art, like a cloak or shield. He found & accepted himself & wanted to be that person. That’s beautiful. Self-love is very hard to achieve. I know a lot of people struggle with it, so it’s nice to see that represented in a character.

I want answers for what happened with Rika. We are just to assume she was sent off somewhere to get help with no updates?

I do not like that Seven was never told about Ray. I know it would cause more hurt for him, but he deserved to know. That just felt dirty. I feel dirty.

I am genuinely impressed that Yoosung was the one to stand up at the end to apprehend Rika. He was a little tornado this entire route & I was glad to see him finally understand at the end that this Rika was not the same one he cared so deeply for. Being the one to grab her & hand her in, had to have hurt him - but he stepped up & did it. That was good progression for him. Took him a long damn while to get to that acceptance, but that action of his took a lot.

I’m glad Jihyun’s route focused more on his development to turn away from obsession & look toward himself. It’s a similar kind of character growth in the other routes (learning to accept yourself & grow beyond something holding you back). These stories were never just about falling in love with someone, they grew to be better versions of themselves in the end. Jihyun’s development was definitely more artistic (cushioned in prose & woven in metaphors & abstracts) than others, but it was interesting just the same.

I like that they made such a big deal about Jihyun getting his eyes repaired. He refused to get them healed other times, but showing he was willing now & grateful to Jumin for setting it up was a nice touch to see how developed he’s become & showing he’s willing to let go of Rika (despite him talking about her every other sentence still…). Baby steps. He’s letting go of the hurt, recognizing he’s worthy of love & happiness too.

Maybe it’s just me, but was anyone else sort of wanting to see a CG of one of Jihyun’s paintings? I would have liked to have seen what they considered his painting style. He looks much more relaxed & carefree in his good ending CG, I wondered if his paintings would have reflected that.

PARTY ATTEMPT #2 (Invited 5 guests) - Normal Ending?

I really like this idea of Jihyun just venturing out on his own to find what he likes, what makes him happy. The self-discovery journey. But boy, you were just stabbed. I don’t think you can be discharged within a day after a celiotomy.

Jihyun talking about his dream house is ridiculously cute. This man essentially wants a little messy cottage in the city. How adorable. He went from being a materialistic & pragmatic teenager to being content with a sort of abstract pleasures in his adulthood.

Oh, so in this ending Jihyun asks MC right off the bat to be with him. Seems a little rushed, no? I don’t think he’s ready. He’s feeling a lot right now. Who is to say his obsession won’t transfer over to MC? He claims to have learned his lesson & to recognize the difference between obsession & love but I still think it’s very soon. I really wouldn’t want this to turn into Jihyun becoming dependent on MC after this emotional trauma & that being the basis for their relationship.

MC’S ONLY RESPONSE IS “ALRIGHT” Omg. So bland.

Are we to assume that Rika is actually dead in this ending? Because she never showed back up? Hmm.

So there’s a 2 year jump in this ending too, only we’re to assume that MC & Jihyun have been together as a couple during that time?

Ohhhhhh you can call Jihyun “darling”! <3

Wait, didn’t Jihyun say he wanted a little house in the city with curtains to block out the sun? This looks like a high rise apartment with massive fucking windows & sheer curtains that let in a lot of sun... but ok.

WHOA WHOA, Jihyun became a musician in this ending?! I want to know what he plays! Does he play piano like his theme song?! Does he play violin like his mom?!?! I will cry.

Jihyun’s pouty voice is ADORABLE! Holy crap where has this been all my life?!

Oh, interesting! He’s still very sensitive to the opinions of others (I mean, I certainly didn’t expect that to go away, you’re always going to fear criticisms). At least, he seems a little more open to hearing them, even if he’s hesitant to play for MC again since he wants her to like what he plays. He’s still a little shy, private, & sensitive. Cute.

These rich boys & their pancakes…

Jumin obsessed with pancake recipes confirmed. I love him so much.

His answer about their relationship was very sweet & shows how he’s come to understand a give & take balance, as well as loving himself & genuinely loving together. That was cute.

Still pissed that Seven never found out about Ray.

I want to know what instrument Jihyun plays!

OTHER

I went from being very skeptical of Jihyun’s character (he just felt downright shady) in other routes to liking him (now that we see the depths of his self-damaging & self-sacrificing behavior & the full reason behind all the secrets). He’s certainly not perfect. He’s made many mistakes. He was misguided in a lot of aspects. He’s still learning & now trying to do better. He’s talented, pretty, sensitive, kind, & generous. He was a victim as well & even had a hand in his own progressing downfall before he realized his mistakes & reevaluated himself & the situation. I definitely like him a lot more now that I know the reasoning behind his actions & seeing the changes in him for the better - especially seeing him accept & appreciate himself more.

Yeah yeah, I’m going to be that person - I’m sad we didn’t get a kiss CG! I wanted one, not going to lie. Maybe we’ll get one for his After Ending if he gets an after ending?! Who knows. I wanna smooch him, that’s for sure.

I expected to like the normal ending more since I liked all the other normal endings for the other characters more than their good endings, however I find myself liking Jihyun’s good ending over his normal ending. I just can’t get past the fact that I think he needed that self-evaluation time away from MC. That two years apart (though probably a lot longer than I would have expected the game to do) felt necessary. In his good ending, Jihyun sounded much more certain that MC was who he wanted to be with & to love instead of asking MC straight away to just stick by him in his normal ending. In his normal ending, MC questioned him, & he sort of recited a dialogue about their love. Maybe I’m reading too much into this, but it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself? Or maybe MC was just trying to gently remind him that yes, what we have is real, & healthy, & good for both of us & just needed him to say it aloud? Regardless, good ending sat better with me overall.

I still want to know what the other photos were in that series of photographs he took. I mean Seven, sounded pretty damn shocked by them. We didn’t even get a line about if it was actual imagines of inflicted harm or salacious material (I’m not trying to be a pervert for once, I’m genuinely curious).

Ray deserved better. I don’t think I can put it into any other words than that. I was very upset with his end in all of this. He didn’t deserve that. Only Rika & V knew his identity. Rika is either dead or being treated somewhere (depending on whichever ending you cater to) & in neither of the endings did Jihyun make known that the hacker was Saeran. I’m legitimately angry about this. How can Saeran even rest in peace that way? Is only the audience (& MC) to mourn for him? Everyone (RFA) is mourning for Rika in a sense but Ray deserves SOMEONE who knows who he was. Sure, Rika has that moment where she screamed & felt remorse, but she still didn’t speak up. Would anyone have believed her if she had? Maybe not. But he deserved someone trying on his behalf. Maybe I’m sitting too long on this, but it felt dirty. I know I said that earlier somewhere, but I still think it. This was wrong. He died in an explosion, alone, with only two people knowing who he really was & they didn’t fucking say anything. Seven is never going to really know what happened to his brother, so what happens if he goes looking for him in the future? Fuck, I’m crying again. I’m so sorry, Ray. You didn’t deserve this, you just trusted the wrong people.

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Hi :D Did you see the latest episode? Morpheus as a cat was amazing! Could you write something about Morpheus interacting as a cat with human reader and / or behaving like a cat, with reader teasing him and enjoying every second of it? Thanks :)

Lord Meowpheus

WC: 2,5 k (I was inspired and had no chill) AO3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: Morpheus as a cat, established relationship, a literal cat-and-mouse game, a little spicy at the end.

Dear anon, thanks for your request, this was a blast! I hope you all enjoy.

If you've enjoyed this story, check out this prompt, this story, or the sequel.

In the Dreaming, you’ve seen wonderous creatures, enjoying how the limits of your fantasy are pushed every time you explore. Your highlight is still Cain and Abel’s baby gargoyle.

You should visit them, you muse idly as you pass through the main hall of the palace, almost missing the patch of black at the edge of your field of vision.

You turn around to see a black cat stroll around, and you tilt your head in confusion. It would make sense that the Dreaming is also home to animals, but seeing a cat just walk through the heart of the palace still surprises you.

“Hey there,” you call out softly, dropping to your knees and extending a hand. The cat turns around and you realize that it might belong in the Dreaming after all. Its eyes are gleaming gold, and as it slowly approaches, you notice that it might be bigger than usual cats.

The cat carefully nudges its head against your palm, and you marvel at the soft fur as you gently rub the right spot underneath the chin. As you continue, the cat starts to purr, a low noise that puts a smile on your face.

Far too soon, it takes a step back and you leave it be, knowing that a cat can’t be forced into something while hoping that you will see it again.

You’re quite certain that people would shake their head in disbelief if they saw you spend your time in your room inside the palace instead of pushing the boundaries of the realm, riding a unicorn, swimming through a rainbow-colored sea, or at least having a date with Morpheus.

But the King of dreams is busy, and you would never keep him from his duties. So you rest on your canopy bed, knowing from experience that one can sleep in a dream.

The door is slowly pushed open, and you sit up, expecting Morpheus or Lucienne to enter. Instead, it’s the black cat, meowling once before jumping on the bed.

“Nice to see you too,” you say, waiting for the cat to approach you. It bumps its head against your hand, sprawled on the blanket, and you raise it to stroke the soft fur. Like before, it immediately starts purring. You’re living the dream as a cat whisperer.

“That’s kind of you to keep me company,” you say, looking into the deep, mesmerizing gold of its eyes. The cat lies down on your lap, and you let out a surprised giggle before continuing to drag your fingers of its head and back.

The comfortable weight of the cat on your lap and the soft purring start to lull you into sleep, and you wonder if the cat would be offended if you go for a nap. You scratch it behind the ears, letting out a yawn when suddenly the weight shifts, becoming much heavier.

Looking down, you stare into the half-lidded eyes of Morpheus, his head resting on your lap where the cat used to be, your fingers gliding through the silky strands of his hair.

You gasp loudly, willing your body to remain seated instead of jumping up.

“Don’t stop,” Morpheus demands, and you raise one eyebrow at him. You know a secret, a very important secret. Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, king of dreams and ruler of the nightmare realm, likes physical affection.

You continue, catching a mischievous glint in his eternal blue eyes as he reaches out to link your free hand with his.

“I didn’t know you could be a cat,” you wonder aloud.

“I can take on many forms,” he explains, letting out a pleased hum as your thumb trails over the shell of his ear.

“I assume you can appear as a cat because cats dream too?” you ask, and you feel him nod.

“Animals dream too, and I visit and cross through their dreams.”

“Lord Meowpheus, ruler over cats and dreams,” you announce, keeping a stoic mine for one second before cracking, your head tilting down as you laugh. Morpheus now raises one eyebrow at you, giving you one of his small, precious smiles.

In one fluid move, he arises, all feline grace and reminding you of the former form, while pulling you upright with him.

“Now, let us walk through your dream.”

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You keep on hoping that you would see Meowpheus – you adore that name – again, but it would be odd and weird to ask the ruler of the Dreaming to be a cat for you.

Maybe you can motivate him somehow. You have half a plan as you walk to Abel and Cain’s cottage. Abel once told you in private that your visits always put Cain in a good mood, resulting in quick and painless deaths for Abel. It had really hammered in the fact that these were biblical figures, the first murderer and the first victim.

“Here to visit us and Goldie?” Cain greets you and you nod. Goldie flies towards you, croaking as it circles around you once before landing in front of you.

“You’ve grown since my last visit!” you exclaim, earning yourself a loud croak. You drop into the soft grass and let your fingers glide over the scaly skin of his head.

“Aren’t you the most adorable?” you coo loudly, hoping that somebody else in this realm hears these words.

“Goldie is our pride and joy,” Abel says, nervously glancing at his brother. You can’t imagine what it must be like to be killed by your own brother for all eternity. You once asked Morpheus if there wasn’t a way to make their lives better. There isn’t.

You don’t see him coming, but you notice how Cain and Abel’s expressions change as they start bowing.

“My Lord, what a surprise and honor to see you here,” Cain says. You’re still busy with Goldie, the little gargoyle rubbing its head against your hand.

“I have found who I am looking for,” he says, and with one last boop on its nose, you stand up. If Morpheus were Meowpheus right now, his tail would be swishing right and left. You remember your friend Sam complaining that she thinks that Mina, her Maine Coon, is destroying furniture on purpose if she doesn’t get enough attention. The picture of Morpheus breaking one of the pots around here is so hilarious that you must bite your lip to stop the giggle trying to escape your lips.

You say goodbye to Cain, Abel and Goldie and let Morpheus guide you away.

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You find yourself back inside the confines of your own dream, close to a lush forest. As you turn to marvel at the emerald leaves, you notice the black cat standing next to you.

“Lord Meowpheus, what an honor,” you bow dramatically, and you find out that even in this form, Morpheus can still roll his eyes at you.

“Is this not what you wanted?” You startle after hearing Morpheus’ voice inside your head.

“Relax, my love.” Meowpheus presses himself against your legs, and you take a deep breath. “I am simply communicating with you.”

“Of course. Stupid of me.” This is still Morpheus. You card a hand through your hair before sitting down. You hope that the Dreaming never stops surprising you. “What do you want to do?”

“I would like a chase. I haven’t had one in this form in a while,” Morpheus answers, stretching and dragging his claws over the ground.

“I don’t envy the mice here,” you joke. Sam keeps on complaining about the dead or half-alive presents Mina leaves at her doorstep. Cats are still predators.

“I would only pursue one particular mouse.” His golden gaze seems to pierce you, and the penny drops.

“Can I even be a mouse?” you ask, before mentally face-palming yourself. It’s the Dreaming, it’s your dream; anything is possible.

“Do you want to find out?” The question hangs in the air as an exhilarating mix of excitement, curiosity and a little fear rushes through you. You know that you’re perfectly safe, that Morpheus would never put you in harm’s way. But are you ready to be chased by him?

“Yes,” you blurt out before you can chicken out. “Yes.” This time you say in with determination, and Morpheus gives you a small nod.

“Close your eyes.”

After you open your eyes again, the world has changed and has become much bigger.

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Being a mouse isn’t that difficult. You’re relieved that you still can see all the colors, and the tail is less of a problem than anticipated. Moving around on four is even fun. The only real issue is that everything is so big and far away.

You’re running around under the watchful gaze of Morpheus. He’s lying down, his head resting on top of his paws. Unfortunately, just like the rest of the world, he’s big, a large, frightening menace for a small mouse like you. He doesn’t even need to stand to loom over you. As if he needs another advantage.

“Ready?” you ask in your mind, knowing that he will hear you. He stands up, suddenly baring his teeth at you and you let out a very mouse-like squeak before realizing that he’s smiling at you.

It has been decided that you will get a head start to level the playing field. You want to head straight for the forest, hoping that there will be plenty of trees and boscage to hide. If Morpheus can’t reach you, he won’t catch you.

“My love, run.” His low command makes adrenaline rush through you, and your little body brings you into the forest. You don’t want to stop to see if Morpheus has started chasing you, but the ignorance will drive you insane. Your tiny feet carry you over grass, leaves, mud, and soil as you run past flowers and hedges. You wish you could enjoy the view, but there’s a big cat chasing you, catching up on you sooner rather than later.

The rustling of leaves to your left catches your attention and you see a big shadow before you know that your time is up. You race towards the narrow, exposed roots of the tree closest to you, hoping that Morpheus can’t follow.

Your little heart is beating like a drum as you find yourself underground, standing on dry leaves, and you watch a pair of golden eyes narrow.

“Let us continue,” Morpheus asks, his voice a deep purr inside your mind, and you make one small step towards the exit before stopping.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” you reply, your voice on the edge of taunting and teasing. You stick your tiny tongue at him, only for Morpheus to let out a terrifying growl.

“Come out now and I shall give you chance.” He leaves and if you could sigh as a mouse, you would. While you’re safe here, it’s also boring, and you don’t want to take your chances as a mouse with Morpheus as a disgruntled cat.

After checking if the coast is clear, you bolt away, not knowing that this is only the first of many times.

A few times, you managed to run for so long that you started hoping that you had shaken him off, only for Morpheus to reappear. The last time, he had even pounced on you, giving you a heart attack as you saved yourself in the last second by diving into a tree hole. You had taken a very long break in your hideout, with Morpheus taking an ever longer time to coax you out, using honeyed words and his wonderful voice.

Each time Morpheus would wait in front of your hideout, either lying in wait or moving around, but never letting you out of his sight.

You’ve been following a small steam of a river, grateful for some sort of orientation in this maze of green and brown. While you’re still not physically exhausted, you’re starting to become tired, but your pride and competitive spirit are keeping you from calling quits.

Listening for any treacherous noise, you keep your gaze focused straight ahead. You’re skipping over stones and jump onto dry ground. Maybe you’re running through some sort of ravine or dry riverbed?

Your stomach twists into knots as you realize that you are stuck, a large wall of stone blocking your path. There is no way you can climb or hide.

You pray that Morpheus is still far away as you turn around to run all the way back. A black cat approaches at a leisurely pace, and you squeak again.

“Well done, my love.” His praise should put your mind at ease, but it something about his controlled steps and the cold determination in his eyes that makes you want to bolt.

You’re backed into a corner, your tail pressed against the rigid stone. Morpheus has almost reached you. This is it, your last chance; you will try to run underneath his belly and between his paws, hoping that he doesn’t expect one last, desperate move.

You wait for the right moment before pushing yourself one last time. Suddenly, your movement is cut short, and you realize that a paw is weighing down on your tail, keeping you from escaping. At least it doesn’t hurt.

Morpheus is giving you another snarling smile as he lies down, his body trapping you against the wall.

His mouth is coming closer, and you are screaming internally that you’re not in danger, your mind reminding your body that despite being a mouse this close to a cat, you won’t end up as snack. A rough tongue glides over your cheek, connecting with your whiskers.

“This was terrifying and amazing. Next time, I’ll be the cat and you’ll be the mouse,” you think, making Morpheus chuckle and you melt inside at the sound.

“Close your eyes.” One moment later, you’re human again, and it feels so good. You’re still pressed against the wall, with Morpheus resting his head on top of yours.

“Do you know what a cat usually does with a caught mouse, after it played with it?” Morpheus asks, his lips now brushing over the shell of your ear. You can only shake your head, your knees suddenly wobbly as you inhale sharply.

“It devours it.” Before you can come up with a smart reply, you feel Morpheus press his body against yours, his lips brushing against yours, stealing the air you just inhaled. This is nothing like the soft kisses you usually share, but untamed and raw, with his tongue demanding entrance as his hands roam over you. You open your lips, letting him explore and taste you, grateful for the rough wall behind you as your hands rest on the back of his neck.

His lips leave yours and you gasp for air, only for Morpheus to trail a path across your jaw, down your neck, until they are resting on your pulse point. You’re clinging to him as you wait for him to go for the kill.

Nibbling at the soft flesh, he sucks until you know that it will leave a love bite, and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Thank you, lord cat,” you say breathlessly, your body and mind serene and mushy at the same time.

“Thank you, dear mouse.”

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Sick Sasaki with caring Miyano (Aged-up fic) with Flashbacks...

Just small notes on one of the ff’s in case my computer deletes the files again (so I have like a triple backup)...

(Just random-ass notes for right now to have a back-up back-up for myself) - feel free to comment or motivate me lol jk brb crying....

Title: You’re So Cool (Yeah, You Are)

It started with a dull ache behind his eyes as he helped his mother knead dough for whatever the daily pastry was. The familiar action digging into his knuckles as his fingers cramped, and he winced as the dull ache traveled up his arms; and over the course of the morning, through the rest of his body.

His mother had told him to go home several times; his sister even threatening to shove him out the door if he didn’t at least take off early. Towards the end of his shift however, the threats were no longer empty-handed nor needed because Sasaki left willingly. He’d tried to power through the rest of his shift, but the smell of bread, cookies, and other sickly-sweet pastries he normally loved, was overpowering, nauseating; and he was pretty sure Satoko was going to punch him if he stayed longer…

The walk home had been a blur for the most part. A quick train ride that resulted in him jolting awake as the doors dinged open, his stop echoing over the loudspeaker, and whispered chatter from too many people, from too much noise. Sasaki never really registered he’d made it home until he pushed past the threshold of his and Miyano’s one-bedroom apartment, tripping over the white-haired cat as she tangled herself under his feet with a loud meow.

The 21-year-old exhaled loudly as he collapsed face-down against the couch. He pressed his cheek against the crappy blue material, hoping the rough fabric would provide the same cool relief the train window had; his left hand ghosting the wooden ground as the cat nipped at his fingers gently. He shifted, his left leg falling from the couch; his right foot knocking some BL books from the end table.

The couch was way too small- or he was too tall, or both. Miyano could barely stretch out on the discounted furniture, but Sasaki? Sasaki was 6’2… so finding something he didn’t have to curl up on, something he could fully lounge on, was difficult. Being 6’2 was difficult. He was always ducking down, hitting his head, towering over people his age. Intimidating. That’s what Hirano had said once; tall people could be intimidating. A sentiment Sasaki had found ironically hilarious as Kagiura was quite a few inches taller than he; towering over Hirano more than Sasaki did.

The cat meowed again, pawing at the 21-year-old’s fingers before biting his hand, and Sasaki ran his fingers through her white hair tiredly. He inhaled softly, “Hi, Wasabi.”

The cat had been his boyfriend’s idea. A lost kitten found wondering aimlessly outside their university. Needless to say, a stormy night and one look into Miyano’s big brown eyes, and the cat had wormed her way into a loving home. It wasn’t that Sasaki wasn’t a cat person because he was- he just preferred dogs more. He’d been surprised when Miyano brought home the small white ball of fluff, both him and the cat shivering from the rain pelting down outside because it was either carry the kitten or an umbrella. A few days later Sasaki couldn’t imagine their apartment without a cat; just like he couldn’t imagine his life without Miyano.

Sasaki groaned loudly as his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he shifted again, his foot knocking something else from the end table. He needed to stop moving, or at the very least, pick up the objects he’d knocked down. But he was so tired, and the idea of moving from the couch, of sitting up, bending down to pick up manga left out or papers disregarded, seemed like too much of a task. Too exhausting. Too much effort. I’m so lame…

Wasabi meowled, jumping onto his back, rubbing her face in his orange hair and purring loudly. She was probably hungry. She was always hungry… but she’d have to wait because there was no way Sasaki was getting up right now. His head hurt too much; the sun filtering through blinds halfway shut, the cool Autumn air wafting through windows left open, and the noise of children playing outside was enough to make everything feel somewhat wrong and off-kilter. Everything seemed off-kilter. Distant, and yet, so very close; so very loud, and hot.

The 21-year-old’s phone vibrated again, and Sasaki wondered if Miyano was texting him. He’d be in-between classes now, and Sasaki knew his sister had probably texted his boyfriend the second he left the bakery, if not before. Satoko probably had the 20-year-old on speed dial, ready to call his boyfriend to come pick up her giant mess of a brother if he hadn’t left when he did. She’d always been that way; overprotective, and so goddamn stubborn.

Sasaki cleared his throat, pulling his arm back on the couch, tucking it under his chest as he shivered. Something clattered to the ground as he tried pulling his leg back on the tiny futon, and Wasabi scattered from the room as the 21-year-old cursed softly. He really really needed to stop moving before he broke everything in the living room. Sasaki huffed as he let his foot slam against the floor again and closed his eyes.

He probably could have crashed in the bedroom; at least there was less stuff for him to knock on the ground there, and it was darker. But it was too far away, and he needed to get up soon; he needed to cook dinner. It was Tuesday which meant he was in charge of making food. It was one of his boyfriend’s busiest days, just like Thursdays and Saturdays were his; besides, Miyano cooked every Thursday; hell, he cooked most of the time since they started living together last year, so the 21-year-old could at least take care of Tuesdays. He could at least do that for him because it felt like Miyano did everything else. Sasaki was just so useless sometimes. So damn useless.

…His fingers were so cold; fingertips tracing the warm flesh painted on Sasaki’s chest, and the 19-year-old held Miyano’s gaze. He couldn’t look away- he didn’t want to… Miyano, I love…

He opened his eyes and shifted to his back, grimacing at the small action as nausea coursed through him. He put a hand on his stomach slowly as the ceiling above him spun. He’d barely eaten anything today, but with how he was feeling now, he’d probably forgo dinner. Maybe he’d make something simple; something easy; something he didn’t have to put a lot of effort into, so Miyano could at least eat. As long as Miyano was okay, as long as he was taken care of, then the rest didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered.

Wasabi reappeared, jumping up on the futon again as Sasaki let his right arm dangle off the couch, smacking it against the leg of the coffee table. He pulled his legs up so his feet rested against the end of the couch instead of the now free end table. It was cramped. He was cramped, but at least the room stopped moving; and the nausea subsided.

The 21-year-old groaned, swallowing as children screamed in the alley below. He closed his eyes again, sighing as the white cat cuddled between the crook of his neck and the back of the couch, licking at his piercings. Sasaki turned his head away from her, hoping she’d get the message and stop, but Wasabi was a cat- so what was he really expecting?

She meowed noisily in his ear before licking at the piercings again. They were shiny. Small. Distracting. And Wasabi was either trying to be affectionate or trying to eat them; her two moods; either cute and cuddly or the devil disguised as a 4-pound ball of fluff.

He just needed to rest his eyes for a few minutes…

………………………………

The second time he’d gotten drunk, he’d been 19. The first on his 16th birthday which was an accident on his mother’s part, unaware of the percentage of alcohol in some foreign sweet drink she’d gifted him… But the second time? The second time had been all him.

It started as a misunderstanding on Sasaki’s part. His stupid impulses and selfish attitude. His lameness. He’d thought Miyano was breaking up with him; after all, they’d gotten into an argument. Something stupid and unimportant. But an argument, nonetheless. And Sasaki had told him he loved him. For the first time. Out loud.

Hirano and Ogasawara had tried to help; had tried to cheer him up, but they didn’t help much. Neither did the alcohol, despite there being a lot of it. Honestly, he hadn’t meant to get as drunk as he did- after all, he hated the taste of alcohol… but, Hirano and Ogasawara had Sake, which was sweeter; and the easiest way to get over his own stupidity, was, in the 19-year-old’s mind, to get drunk.

Whatever he and his friends had done that night, Sasaki couldn’t remember. Well, most of it, he couldn’t. He did, however, remember fireworks. Ordering enough Sake to satisfy a small village. A convenience store with way too many snack choices. Several drinks with names too serious for its size. An old man threatening them. Ogasawara arguing on the phone with his girlfriend while him and Hirano made fun of him. Vomiting. Hirano drunk dialing Kagiura. More fireworks. Cheap beer. Some guys shoving him against a wall before Hirano tackled them. A window breaking. Running from the cops. Falling off some swings. Taking way too many train rides to God knows where. And finally, Hanzawa basically carrying him to his apartment which was weird because he hadn’t been with them to begin with. But everything else in-between or figuring out how those events connected together or in what order, was anyone’s guess.

He’d woken up the next morning in his sister’s room when she threw a bottle of water his direction demanding he drink it since the 19-year-old had apparently stumbled through the door, puking up bitter-tasting Sake and cheap beer on her floor, before passing out on her bed, crying over Miyano.

That’d honestly been the first time he’d ever sought his sister for comfort, and the first time she’d openly known about him and Miyano. It wasn’t like Sasaki had hidden it, but it wasn’t like she’d asked either. Or maybe she didn’t really care; or figured her brother would tell her when he was ready. And evidently, at 3am, drunk off his ass, he was ready.

It wasn’t a fond experience in Sasaki’s book, mainly because he spent the day after powering through a shift with a headache from hell and stopping every half hour so he could step into the alley to vomit, but it was nice to see his sister cared enough to be there for him; after calling him the biggest idiot she’d ever known. She’d called Miyano when his shift ended as the younger had been texting non-stop since Sasaki had stormed out of his room the day before; but the older teenager had been too afraid to glance at the messages scribbled across his phone.

Sasaki hadn’t known Satoko had called Miyano until he slid down the side of the concrete building of the bakery after taking the trash out and throwing up the last of the foul-tasting alcohol souring his stomach. He held his head between his knees as someone nudged his foot, and Sasaki glanced up, squinting against the sun hanging high in the sky towards Miyano standing over him, holding out one of the sweet peach drinks he liked. Honestly seeing him, the older thought he was going to puke again, but he accepted the cold beverage.

Miyano slid down next to him, sighing loudly as Sasaki felt his breathing catch, his heart racing. He didn’t really want to see the younger teen, mainly because he was too afraid of his answer; too afraid he’d reject him. Too afraid he’d end it. Just like Hanzawa and-

“What are you doing here, Mya-chan?” He asked softly, opening the drink, taking a few tentative sips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He swallowed loudly as the younger sighed again, “You weren’t answering. I was worried about you… and your sister called me.”

Sasaki clicked his tongue; he told her he didn’t want to see Miyano, that he couldn’t talk to him right now, but she called anyway. Typical. Brat.

The 19-year-old smacked the back of his head against the wall, glaring towards the sun as he took another slow sip. He clenched his other hand against his thigh as the thought of running invaded his mind. He wanted to leave because that’s what he did. When things got too difficult. Or too upsetting. Or too much. When his emotions felt like too much, and he didn’t know how to deal; he left. He always left. Because he was more afraid of what would happen if he stayed. If he hurt someone. Again. Like he’d hurt his sister a few years ago… Perhaps that’s why Satoko called Miyano when she did, because he was trapped; he was forced to talk to the 18-year-old; forced to deal with his emotions…

“Look, Miya,” Sasaki whispered, his voice low and shaky, “I’m sorry about yesterday. It was selfish when I-”

“Wait. Sasaki, I think you misunderstood. Sometimes it’s hard to find the words- to get the point across…” Miyano cut in softly, “I wasn’t telling you I didn’t- I wasn’t saying we should break-up. Honestly, I’d hate that. I mean, I don’t know- that would suck. It’d be horrible because…”

Sasaki swallowed again, his breath hitching as he took another drink, drowning the anxiety sitting in his stomach, the sick taste of sake haunting his throat. Every movement Miyano made, every breath he took, every syllable, becoming the older teenager’s only sounding board as cold fingers intertwined with his shaking ones pressed against his thigh. Sasaki felt like he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think. He didn’t want to do or say anything that would fuck this up; he didn’t want to move the wrong way, say the wrong thing, express anything wrong, impulsive, selfish… and yet…

“I-I, yesterday, I was trying to,” Miyano paused momentarily, glancing towards Sasaki, “I want us to move in together- if you want to, and if you need some time to think about it, that’s okay. I love you, and I don’t want to pressure you; I mean you waited so long for me to-”

Sasaki choked on his drink, coughing loudly as the words hit him, and he put the bottle on the ground, wiping away the sweet liquid dribbling from his chin before turning towards Miyano. He felt his heart lurch as he pressed his hand against the 18-year-old’s cheek, cold fingers meeting warm flesh, and he pulled the younger boy towards him; his lips ghosting over Miyano’s before Sasaki breathed and pulled away sharply. He lingered before dropping his hand, letting it rest against the younger teenager’s chest, his heartbeat strong and fast. Matching the fast-paced breath leaving Sasaki’s lips, matching his heart pounding against his ribs.

“S-sorry,” he muttered, looking around sheepishly as the impulsive action left him, “I didn’t mean to do that- I- my mouth probably tastes disgusting right now.”

Miyano hummed, his fingers grasping harder at Sasaki’s still pressed against his thigh. He shifted as Sasaki dropped his hand from his chest and snaked his own fingers up the older teenager’s neck, his hand stopping at Sasaki’s jaw line as the 19-year-old glanced in his direction. Miyano moved closer, pulling the older towards him as the sweet smell of bread that clung to Sasaki’s clothes everyday reached his nose, and he smiled.

“I don’t care. I love you,” Miya whispered as Sasaki hesitated, his lips hovering over Miyano’s before the younger teenager pulled him the rest of the way towards him…

He didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was dark now. The sun that had pierced through his clenched eyelids a few mere hours beforehand, no longer present; the soft chirping of crickets hidden in patches of grass littered along the alley, and the soft breeze of an imminent rainstorm blowing through the open windows, made everything clear. So no, Sasaki didn’t need to open his eyes to know a significant amount of time had passed. Nor did he need someone to tell him that the reason Wasabi was angrily attacking his foot as his right leg hung off the couch, pulling his body dangerously towards the floor, was due to the fact that he’d missed feeding her. Her loud mewling and harsh bites were more than enough to get the message across. He’d fucked up in his fatherly duties towards her.

He did, however, flinch when he felt cool fingers press against his forehead, and cheek, before running through his sweaty hair. He groaned loudly, leaning into the soft touch as he tried to think of who else would have a key to his and Miyano’s apartment. His sister? His mother… She wouldn’t care enough to come over. Hirano? Ogasawara? Although Ogasawara had never once been this gentle towards him even when he was feeling off or had broken bones; and Hirano coming to their apartment without knocking a million times would be weird. Hanzawa would come over, but Sasaki was pretty sure he didn’t have a key… he was resourceful though…

The 21-year-old groaned as he pried his eyes open, wincing as the dusky moonlight hit his eyes, making the room spin in a multitude of greys, blues, and pale browns. He swallowed as he tried moving his arm over his head, to shield his eyes despite forcing them open, but his movements were weak and feeble. Clumsy and stupid. He felt clumsy and stupid. It was annoying.

Fingers paused at his hairline, brushing away bangs matted to his forehead, and Sasaki blinked. He turned his head slightly, his hand pressing against his stomach, and he yelped as sharp teeth bit into one of his toes, jerking his leg away as it slammed against the end table, and something shattered to the ground. There was a shushing sound before a cold hand pressed against his cheek gently, turning his head, and Sasaki blinked again as his eyes slowly met the blurry image of his boyfriend.

…soft material pulled over his orange hair and thrown against the wooden floor. Sasaki held his breath as Miyano pushed him back against the comforter… No one’s going to be home for at least another hour, you know, we could test that theory… His fingers were so cold, and yet so… Miya, are you nervous?

“Hey, Mya-chan,” Sasaki slurred softly, a smile toying on his lips as cool fingers continued to thread through his hair. He sounded drunk. Maybe he was. He’d only been drunk twice in his short existence on this planet, and neither time felt like this, but then again… Words were too hard to form. Exhaustion hung heavy in his eyes, making the world hard to see; a dull ache deep in his bones, riding the piercing headache throbbing through his temples and up his neck. Everything was too warm right now, so nauseatingly warm, and the thought of having to move from his semi-comfortable spot on their too short couch, made Sasaki’s head spin.

“Hey,” Miyano whispered, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s soft strands, “Are you not feeling well, Sasaki? I think you have a fever.”

A fever? The 21-year-old closed his eyes as he tried to process the information. A fever didn’t sound right. He was too cold for that. The night air that pricked against his skin, eating away at the cold sweat plastered beneath his red t-shirt, and tan cardigan he had haphazardly draped over himself in order to keep Wasabi from gnawing at the black bracelets wrapped around his wrist, told him he was cold. Not hot. Besides, he just had a headache… and he was nauseous. And tired… maybe sore from work. But a fever? No, that didn’t sound right.

“I’m fine,” Sasaki hummed, twisting to his side, bringing his knees to his chest slowly as Miya shifted and the couch dipped slightly as the 20-year-old moved to sit on the edge. Sasaki turned further, burying his head against his boyfriend’s thigh as Miyano pressed a steady hand against his back, brushing some sweat-soaked hair away from the latter’s neck. He bit his bottom lip, carding his slender fingers through the older’s hair again before placing a firm hand between his shoulder blades, his fingers cold and worried against warm sticky fabric.

Silence evaded the small living space as thunder clapped in the distance. Outside leaves dragged across the street as wind bustled through the open window, the curtains dancing freely against the breeze. The distant smell of rain lingering on the air, chilling the breath wisping past Sasaki’s dry lips as he pressed his face further against Miya’s thigh. You have to be more mindful, Shuumei, otherwise, if you’re not careful, you’re going to hurt someone you really care about...

“Well, why don’t we check,” The 20-year-old cooed, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Wasabi meowled loudly as Miyano exited the small living room, and Sasaki ran a hand over his face, trying to rub away some of the exhaustion plaguing his body, trying to will himself to feel better. It was a useless task. And the fact that he had slept so long when he was supposed to make dinner before his boyfriend came home, wasn’t helping his current situation.

He really needed to get up. This was so lame. He was so lame. Sasaki groaned loudly as he uncurled himself, grasping at the arm of the small futon as he forced his body to sit up. The room shifted violently, and the 21-year-old let his head flop against the back of the cushions, sweat trailing lazily past his temple. He grit his teeth, closing his eyes as nausea washed over him, and he put a firm hand against his stomach as he concentrated on the rain beginning to fall. It hit the windowsill softly, clinking against the metal frame before sliding down the rest of the open glass, soaking against the wooden ledge.

Sasaki swallowed. His breathing noisy and congested as he held onto the sound of the rain, the thunder looming in the distance, and Wasabi weaving between his legs. The room around him felt thick. And cold. And any movement he made or tried to make, made his headache worse; made the blood rush to his head, the air dizzy and light. It sucked. He sucked. Great, he was feeling sorry for himself now… How pathetic.

“Hey! Sasaki! Are you okay? Is it worse?”

Nervous footsteps followed by a soft smack against his side, and Sasaki opened his eyes against the warning nauseatingly coursing through his veins, the black dots eating away at his vision, and the headache crawling up his neck, pulsating behind his eyes. He smiled slowly as Miyano pressed his hand against his chest; his mind drifting to the first time. His first. Theirs…

…Miyano’s fingers sliding over his bare chest, sliding down… down… down… He’d been so gentle, and yet, so clear about what he wanted… so dominant- Miya had been surprisingly assertive… it was nice… His cold fingers warming against Sasaki’s back, pressed against his spine, feeling his heart pounding through his chest… fingers…

“Shuumei?”

“I’m fine,” The 21-year-old breathed, or at least, tried breathing through his nose as he ran a shaky hand through his sweaty orange hair. He really needed to get a handle of his current situation because this was weak. He was cooler than this. He wished he was cooler than this. He swallowed again, meeting his boyfriend’s gaze, “I’m sorry about dinner, Mya-chan…”

A small smirk crossed Miyano’s face as he laughed softly, “I’m not worried about it. Your sister said you didn’t look well, so I grabbed something after my 3rd. I just wanted to see you; I was worried about you.”

Sasaki felt his breathing catch, his hand unconsciously moving from his stomach towards Miyano’s pressed against his chest, over his pounding heartbeat. His warm fingers ghosting over the back of the 20-year-old’s hand before he caught himself, recoiling carefully and let his hand drop to his side. He exhaled slowly, forcing himself up further, his whole body protesting the action. He didn’t go to his evening classes… Why. Why would he do that…

“Why? Why wouldn’t you go to your evening classes? They’re important,” Sasaki whispered, blinking several times, clearing the dizziness washing over him as he tried focusing on the emotion present on his boyfriend’s face versus the sick feeling aching in his stomach. Miyano ran a gentle hand through Sasaki’s hair, his hand trailing to his cheek. He grimaced as his fingers met the uncomfortable warmth sitting under the older’s flesh. He cleared his throat, “Well, isn’t it obvious? You don’t feel well. And I wanted to take care of you… I wanted to see you. You’re more important than missing a few classes.”

The 21-year-old let his head gradually drop against Miyano’s shoulder, hoping that the heat he felt crawling up his neck, flushed against his cheeks and ears was due to the fever he supposedly had. His orange hair falling over his face as he tried so damn hard to keep it together. Everything was getting to him right now. Miyano’s touches, his concern, his love; his own emotions washing through him in uncontrollable waves as he fought to keep himself together. But everything was starting to feel like too much. Again. His anxiety, his depression, his weak-willed mind threatening to break against the love he felt for Miyano and the love he was willing to return. Too much… it happened; more so when he felt like shit… when he had a harder time keeping himself in line… Man, Miyano. What you’ve done for me- What you do for me. I like it all, and I-I’m so anxious, so nervous I’m going to fuck it up. I’m going to mess this up… I’m so scared I’m going to ruin it… ruin you… I’m terrified I’m going to hurt you…

Cool fingers against his cheek again, dusting under his chin, pulling his head up, and Sasaki found himself blinking towards his boyfriend; concern etched into his big brown eyes. Miyano cocked his head slightly; thunder echoing outside as the curtains whipped past the open window, rain pelting harder against the sill. Wasabi scattered from the room as lightning hit the roof across the street and a car alarm blared in the distance.

“Let’s see if you have a fever, hm?” Miyano said softly, his hand steadily tracing over Sasaki’s shoulder blades as the older leaned against him, his head returning to the younger’s shoulder. Silence evaded them, filing the small room in an uncomfortable stillness.

that was usually foreign- even Wasabi’s soft pitter patter or purring….

“38.6… You do have a fever,” The 20-year-old confirmed, his voice wavering under a sad tone that hadn’t been there a few minutes before. Sasaki exhaled loudly, turning his head further against Miyano’s shoulder. Sitting up was getting to him. The rain beating against the windowsill was getting to him… he was getting to himself. Everything. Was. Becoming. Too. Much. You’re a big guy… You have to be more mindful, Shuumei… otherwise…

Sorry about that

Sasaki wasn’t really sure what else to say. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if that was the right thing to say, but words were getting difficult to process.

….

You’re a big guy. You’re stronger than you think. You have to be more mindful, Shuumei, otherwise…

“We should get you to bed,” Miya whispered…

A month after they’d moved in, Miyano had suggested a 4-day trip to the coast to celebrate the end of his first term in university. A small vacation since they’d both been stressed, both dealing with the strain of exams, late-night studying, and their hectic schedules they could never seem to sync-up despite living together. It had been a nice idea considering neither one of them had ever been to the beach; and relaxing in the water, discussing the types of BL fantasies Miyano could come up with while laying in the sand together, their fingers intertwined, sounded nice.

The problem was, Sasaki got motion sickness easily, and meds didn’t always help. The train ride to and from university (like in high school), he could usually handle; but taking one that lasted several hours, was torture. He didn’t remember much about the ride except he tried sleeping through most of it; his head leaning against his boyfriend’s shoulder, his fingers intertwined tightly with Miyano’s, and Miyano running his thumb over the outside of his hand in order to offer a small comfort as Sasaki tried keeping down the constant wave of nausea through passing countryside. For the most part, he did well- only vomiting the second he stumbled from the train, and the constant dull ache of sickness pitted in his stomach a few hours after. The ride back had been a completely different story though.

Despite the meds Sasaki had crammed down his throat before the train left the station; a majority of the scenery passed by in a nauseating blur of apologies, and Miyano’s soft touches grounding him in the hellish reality he was trying so hard to black out. Five hours. Five hours pitted against a cool glass window of greens, blues and tans; five hours where every 10 minutes, Sasaki was trying to puke up his stomach lining; five hours with no relief, no form of exhaustion strong enough to rip him from the motion of the giant steam engine powering down unfamiliar tracks. By the time they’d reached their apartment, Sasaki was nothing more than a towering mess of apologies and fatigue. Honestly, it broke Miyano’s heart, and made Sasaki feel weak and lame.

They had barely made it over the threshold before Sasaki collapsed, and Miyano could no longer support his boyfriend’s weight. Despite Miyano standing at a comfortable 5’9, Sasaki was taller and bigger than he was; that made it harder for the younger to help the way he wanted- to care for him the way Sasaki could for him. Needless to say, they’d spent the next few hours sitting in the cramped hallway; Sasaki leaning against Miyano, nodding off between quiet conversations and desperate attempts to stretch his lanky form against a confined space.

I love you, Yoshikazu. I-

This can’t happen, Sasaki.

What?

I mean, I’m graduating next month, and then we’ll both be in university, and I don’t know how much time we’ll have to see each other outside of-

Stop it. … Uh, Sorry. I should go. (leaves)

Miyano.

His voice. Echoes whispered around him in a confusing fashion; hard to grasp as words he couldn’t really make out, a conversation he couldn’t follow, pushed around him.

“…really sick…”

“…can’t keep anything down…yeah, A&E…”

“…40.9…”

“He’s… scaring me…”

He’s scaring me.

“Yoshi…ka…zu…”

Sasaki’s pretty sure the name didn’t make it past his lips; dry heat shoved against aching flesh, pain nauseatingly eating against his cheekbones, running behind his ears, his eyes, down his neck- making every movement, every thought so damn difficult to process. Something was wrong- something felt wrong, off… so very off. He felt-

Cold fingers running through his orange hair softly as he tried repeating the name; hoping, praying that somehow the syllables crawled past his chapped lips; his mouth heavy and dry, moisture sucked through air that was hard to breathe. He groaned loudly as he opened his eyes, biting back the wince that rose up his throat as the dim light hit him; the room spinning in a multitude of sickening colors, his body wavering against stilled sheets, dizzy and nauseating. And. So. Fucking. Hot.

Miyano’s face filled his vision, concerned alarm plastered on pale features, and Sasaki swallowed slowly. He clenched his eyes shut again, the bedroom twirling in a mess of dimly lit pounding, and hot breaths shakily panting past his lips. His breathing was sporadic, harsh, hard to fully take in as air burned against his throat, his lungs, his heart racing, matching a pitch he couldn’t breathe, and he tried to move his hand only to find the task difficult and useless. He was useless. Sometimes. So damn useless. He’s scaring me… I’m afraid of you, Sasaki…

…Fingers pulling his shirt from his body, pulling it over his orange hair before throwing it against the floor, and Sasaki glanced at Miyano as the younger pressed his hand against his bare chest, shoving him back against the older boy’s comforter. The 19-year-old held his breath, letting the younger have control… letting him control the situation, too afraid he’d ruin it, too afraid he’d mess it up.

Miyano fumbled with Sasaki’s belt, his legs on either side of the older boy, and the 19-year-old let his fingers hover before he gripped the 18-year-old’s thighs; his fingertips cold and nervous as he trailed up his body, resting at the hem of Miyano’s white shirt…

Something gripped behind his shoulders, pulling him up, and the 21-year-old whined pitifully as the world shifted, his body forced into a sitting position. He opened his eyes before shutting them as the room moved violently, and he gagged harshly as he let his head fall against someone’s chest; their heartbeat echoing around him, aching against the migraine embedded in his temples. Gentle fingers gripping again at his shoulder; words- words he couldn’t make out, and someone gripping again, trying to move him, trying to get him to move despite Sasaki’s pathetic attempts to curl in on himself.

“Sasaki, please, you need to get up!”

Miyano’s voice reaching his ears, and the older whimpered…

He was so weak and lame. He was lame… Miyano was always so cool… Sasaki never understood why the younger boy felt the need to hide himself because to him, there was no one more cool than Miyano. Nothing the younger ever did, or could ever do, would embarrass Sasaki.

Sasaki is not subtle.

Sasaki liked sweet things, and Miyano was by far the sweetest. His favorite.

Sasaki was panting. The breath forced past dry lips and rough mouth as he tried licking his lips, but no moisture …

Miyano was talking but Sasaki didn’t think it was to him. The conversation, well the bits he could grasp, seemed one-sided at best.

Bed

Puking

nightmare

Shower

Fight scene?

Waking up next to Miya…

Sasaki sees bruise on Miyano, and it triggers him because he thinks he hurt him- he didn’t- crying…

Talks with Hirano because he’s dealt with Kagiura being ill a lot, and he knew he’s been to the A&E several times…

Miyano had called Hirano in a panic.

“Look, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to get him up. I don’t care if he doesn’t want to. Get him up, throw him in the shower or the bath- it doesn’t matter. You need to try and cool him off. He might struggle- Kagiura always does with high fevers, but you need to keep him in the water- he’ll stop fighting you after a few minutes. Check his temperature in 10 minutes- if it hasn’t started to drop, even a little bit- take him to A&E or call for an ambulance. You got that, Miyano? 10 minutes.”

“If it looks like his fever’s starting to drop, keep checking every fifteen minutes or so until you feel comfortable with the change. Keep pushing fluids but try to do it slow enough that he doesn’t puke it back up… if he does, it’s not the end of the world. But if his fever starts dropping, and he still can’t keep anything down or his mood hasn’t changed like he’s still lethargic and stuff, call me back or take him to A&E. Clear?”

Water washed over him and for a ---- leaning his head against Miyano’s chest in the shower, his shirt gone, Miya’s heartbeat strong against his spine…. Water-

Sasaki is terrified of hurting Miyano--- sisters words echoed in his head. You’re stronger than you think. You have to be mindful, otherwise if you’re not careful, you’re going to hurt someone you really care about.

“Yoshik-”

“Shh, shut up, Sasaki. Just relax…”

“We need to check your temperature,”

40.6. It was going down. Not significantly… but it was still going down, nonetheless.

“You need to drink,” Miya said softly, pressing the bottle to Sasaki’s lips again, tipping it slightly, hoping the older boy would accept it this time. The older boy groaned, his head lolling against Miyano’s shoulder weakly before the 20-year-old tried again….

“Shuumei, please, drink,”

“I’m sorry, Miya. I’m really sorry.”

“Let me help you- I want to help you.” You don’t feel well. And I want to take care of you. To make you feel better.

Miya dominating was always surprising… but then again, Sasaki wasn’t exactly dominant.

Although Miyano never reached Sasaki’s height, he still rested at a comfortable 5’8…

Sasaki wouldn’t let him help him…

Please, let me help you. I want to help you!

Don’t w-worry, Mya-chan; I got it.

“Hey, you’re shivering. Are you cold?”

Sasaki flinches when Miyano goes to touch him, and M pulls back. Instead he goes over the other side of the bed, sitting next to him…

“Can I touch you, Sasaki?”

“Is this okay?”

“Isn’t it obvious…”

Sasaki wasn’t as cautious or self-conscious as Miyano was. He was braver… cooler… Sasaki was protective over Miyano, so it was nice that Miyano could return the favor despite their current situation. Truth was, Miyano was better at caretaking than Sasaki was; the older boy tried, sure- and for the most part, Sasaki always went out of his way to make the younger feel better, but with Miyano- it just came naturally. He didn’t overthink it. But his mother was more nurturing than Sasaki’s was… his parents were more involved than Sasaki’s…

Shuumei ()

Sasaki stumbles, basically falling on top of Miyano

“Miyano!” Sasaki thrws himself against the wall, the pics against his weight, “Did I hurt you?”

“No! Sasaki! It’s okay, it just surprised me- It’s okay!”

“I might be smaller than you and a little shorter than you, but I’m not fragile. I’m not made of glass… and I’m not going to break –

I love you, Shuumei.

Again. Please…

It caught me off guard.

Man, I wish I were cooler….

His last month in high school, Sasaki had gotten into some trouble. Some serious trouble that almost cost him his graduation. Some trouble that made others in class, especially the younger classmen, afraid to approach the 18-year-old… because of Miyano. Because Miyano had done something stupid. Because he had acted stupidly.

Miyano had gotten into a fight; or at least, tried to break one up between four younger classmen. He hadn’t meant to get involved, honestly; but he’d been waiting for his boyfriend when he saw the fight break out. Three pitted against one. Against someone smaller than them, someone Miyano knew from one of his classes; quiet, reserved, kind. Someone that reminded him of himself… it wasn’t a fair fight. And the 17-year-old had tried to stop it. Had tried to help.

Maybe he thought that if he showed his face as their superior, their upperclassman, the bullies would fear disciplinary action and take off running. Or maybe he thought that because he was bigger than he’d been the previous year, taller, broader, he could help; step in line, shove the other kid away and tell him to run… something. But that’d been stupid. Idiotic.

He didn’t remember getting punched. Nor did he remember blacking out. But he remembered waking up on the ground, ringing in his ears as he fought to turn his head against the black dots eating away at his vision. Everything blurry, slow, out of focus; hard to piece together in one confusing fashion. His head hurt, the sharp ache lining his jaw, crawling up his cheekbone and landing, harshly, against his eye.

He had tried sitting up, only to be pushed back down gently, someone telling him to stay down; the sharp ringing echoed through his head as he slumped against the wall, bringing a slow hand to his face. The movement was numb. Alien. Disorienting. He felt disconnected from himself, like his brain was lagging, taking longer to process what his body wanted.

Red coated his fingers as he pulled his hand away, and he remembered throwing up. The harsh sound piercing through any blackness trying to pull him under, and Miyano winced as he dragged a dazed hand across his chin, smearing blood across his fingers and wrist. He felt strong hands pressed against his shoulders, yelling around him, screaming; slow movements of people crowding before him... and then…

His mind had caught up.

Everything hitting him with an overpowering realization as Ogasawara’s yelling reached his ears; Hirano’s panicked voice as he urged Miyano to stay down, saying something to Kagiura a few feet away. A blurry mass of upperclassmen; Ogasawara running behind Hirano, pulling someone up, shoving them away harshly; shouting something that Miyano couldn’t grasp yet.

It took him a few seconds to register that Ogasawara was yelling Sasaki’s name; that he was telling him to stop…

Sasaki had the boy by the collar, pinned on the ground, his knuckles bloody and busted as the older boy continued to beat the underclassman; Ogasawara wrapping his arms around the 18-year-old trying to pry him away from the barely conscious teenager, trying to pull the red-haired off him but Sasaki shoved him off, Ogasawara stumbling back, smacking against the wall.

Sasaki wasn’t one to pick fights often; according to Ogasawara and Hirano, he wasn’t great in one. He could hold his own, sure, but he wasn’t great… and when he saw Miyano go down from across the yard, he just… lost it.

He shouted something towards Hirano who turned, flying to his feet as Kagiura put a steady hand against Miyano’s shoulder. Hirano …. Pulling Sasaki away from him.

Ogasawara

Apparently when Miyano had gotten punched, he smacked against the brick wall, hitting his head, splitting it open. 17 stitches and a mild concussion.

That’d been the only time Miyano had seen Sasaki lose control; had seen him as impulsive, selfish----

Nightmare-

I-I’m scared of you, Sasaki. You scare me…

Please, Mya-chan… don’t go…

You could never scare me, Shuumei.

#sasaki to miyano #sasaki and miyano #sick sasaki #sasaki shuumei #miyano yoshikazu #hirano and kagiura #hirano to kagiura #hirano taiga #kagiura akira

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gamerdot · 2 years ago

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I love being insane about spiderman, so with the semi-recent reveal of Meows Morales, here are my hc for what cats the ATSV cast would be!

Meowls Morales

-Domestic black cat (canon, I say hes a bombay)

Mewguel O'Haira

-Puma (bigcat energy, pumas are technically native to mexico, they've got a similar facial shape)

Jessica Mew

-Jaguarundi (idk something ab the eyes and nose/mouth shape seem similar. technically native to north america, very solitary but rarely taking on one partner)

Hobie

-Orientatal Shorthair (english breed, lanky, defined facial structure, distinctive-looking, intelligent)

Gwen

-Devon Rex (just vibes again, maybe it's the head)

Part two in the notes!

#atsv #s:atsv #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #not expecting this to get any notes #just need to put my thoughts somewhere #sv

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction | You Have Heterochromia [Request]

[BTS X Gender Neutral Reader] [Taehyung x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Heterochromia is the colour variation of the irises

Seokjin:

Last night was the first night that Jin had stayed over at your apartment and he woke up in the morning earlier than usual because he was going to go and get some breakfast for you both from down the street but while he was in the bathroom he found coloured lenses inside the cabinet.

"Jin?" You whispered coming into the bathroom, you were dressed in one of his shirts and rubbing your eyes sleepily so you hadn't noticed he was holding your coloured contacts case until he mentioned it.

"What do you need coloured contacts for?" Your eyes widened and you looked down at the floor not wanting to meet his gaze. You hadn't shown Jin your eyes yet as it made you self-conscious, not that there was ever a need to be your Heterochromia made you unique and beautiful but it wasn't something you just showed to people.

"No reason," You stuttered out but he could tell there was something off since you were avoiding his gaze, he walked over to you lifting your chin up so you would look at him and he gasped in shocked,

"Whoa," You groaned pushing him away and telling him you'd keep putting the contacts in, you thought his gasp was one of horror but he took hold of your hands.

"Jagiya, you're beautiful and your eyes-" He tilted your head to look at him once again and he smiled,

"They're beautiful just like you, how come you've never shown me before?" You looked at him and smiled softly as you began explaining how your ex's had reacted badly in the past about having two different coloured eyes and from that point Jin wanted to make sure he could remind you every day how much he loved it about you.

Yoongi:

Yoongi adored your eyes, he was constantly finding new ways to write songs or raps about them so it was no surprise when you were sitting at the table that morning to have breakfast he just ran away after staring at you for so long.

"Do it again," He panted coming back with a pen and paper and looking at you, you frowned wondering what he was talking about.

"Do what again?" You laughed nervously looking at him and then at the paper he was scribbling down on, he just stared at you watching as you took a sip of your hot drink he'd made you. He instantly began writing words down in any order before smiling and looking into your eyes, they mesmerised him the way they looked in the sunlight and in plain light.

"You're going to get bored of them one day," You laughed softly shaking your head at him as you got up to clean up your plate and put the rest of the dishes away in the dishwasher but he came up behind you and hugged you.

"Never," He cooed in your ear leaving a small kiss on your neck before running off to go and make some sense of his notes.

Hoseok:

Hoseok and you were having an interview today about your relationship, BigHit thought it would be a good idea since your relationship had just gone public.

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked as he walked into the changing room to see you struggling to add a contact to your eye - you'd never been good at putting them in.

"Contacts for the interview-"

"Why?!" He cut you off rushing over to you to see why you were doing it, he never wanted you to cover up your eyes it was one of the first things he ever noticed about you. The one thing that drew him to you and how beautiful they made you look.

"Cause I don't want people to judge me for it..." You trailed off looking down at the contact on your finger.

"People won't judge you for it, Heterochromia is completely normal." He whispered to you cupping your face in his hand and running his thumb over your cheek, he was trying to comfort you and you knew he was trying to be sweet but he didn't know what people were going to think of you.

"They're already going to hate me for dating you it's just-"

"Those who judge have no input in our lives, I love you for you and your eyes just make you all the more special." He reassured you sliding the contact off your finger and back into the case, kissing the top of your head and pulling you towards the exit of the changing room.

Namjoon:

Fans were the first ones to spot it when you and Namjoon were caught in photos together, they thought it was trick lighting or maybe that the articles had begun photoshopping your eyes but when fans came up to you when you were alone they realised how real it was.

"You okay?" Namjoon questioned coming back to the table from the bathroom and you nodded your head shyly pointing over at the camera in the window. It wasn't something you were used to yet but you were trying to get used to being followed everywhere you went.

"Excuse me," You both looked to the side to see a small girl around the age of 9 or 10 in a BTS hoodie with her mother,

"My daughter was wondering if she could get a photo with you," Namjoon nodded his head and got up to take a photo when the girl took your hand,

"I want Y/n in it too...They make me feel better about my eyes." That was when you noticed her eyes they were just like yours except hers were blue and green.

"Sure," You stuttered out looking at Namjoon who was smirking at you, he'd told you many people loved you for your eyes and now it was being proven right before your eyes.

Jimin:

Jimin nervously watched as you got closer to him at the table, he'd spotted you when you were with Namjoon at the top of the table and he'd been waiting for you to get to him.

"Hi," He breathed looking up from the album and then staring into your eyes, you instantly felt self-conscious and looked down at the floor. You'd ran out of contacts that morning and forgot to pick some up before you came to the fan meet and this was what you were worried about - people staring at you.

"Don't look down...Please," He begged and you locked eyes with him and he instantly smiled looking into your eyes and questioning you about them on everything while he had the time,

"I thought I was supposed to ask you questions." You laughed softly and he wrote something down on the back of his photocard and slipped it into your album,

"We'll have to make sure you can sometime," He winked and you began walking toward Hoseok next wondering what he was talking about until you got out of the room and checked the photocard to see his number sitting on the back of the card along with a compliment about your eyes.

Taehyung:

Taehyung ran his hand over the bump on your stomach and smiled softly as he felt the baby kick, you started giggling as he acted as though it hurt and he smiled at you.

"Do you think they'll get your eyes?" He questioned not looking away from the bump as he waited for the baby to make a hand or footprint against your skin.

"I hope not," Taehyung frowned tearing his eyes away and looking up at you,

"Why not?"

"I like your eyes better-" He shook his head cutting you off and sitting up so he was sitting beside you, face to face with you as you talked down about yourself. He thought he did everything he could to make you feel better about your eyes,

"Your eyes are unique and pretty though." He whispered making you tear up thanks to the extra hormones rushing throughout your body, you laid your head on his shoulder.

"I just don't want them to get bullied like I did for mine," He sighed taking your hands in his and kissing the top of it,

"I'll make sure it never happens," He whispered wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer to him.

Jungkook:

You frowned looking through the cupboards for your contacts but they were nowhere to be found,

"Kookie?" You called out going back into the bedroom to see him sitting there on his phone - his morning ritual these days.

"What's up?" He looked away from his phone and up at you smiling as soon as his eyes met yours he could stare into them all day if you would let him but it made you anxious to hold eye contact for so long with someone without your contacts being in.

"I think I'm out of contacts, do you know-"

"I threw them out," He whispered pulling you to sit down beside him and look at him, you knew he'd been wanting you to stop wearing them so much and after three years of dating, he thought you would get used to not wearing them around him.

"Jungkook-"

"Please Y/n, it makes me so happy to see your natural eyes instead of the contacts you wear." You looked down at your hands that were locked with his and bit your lip. You knew you couldn't go your whole life wearing your contacts but you'd hoped you could get away with it a little longer,

"You're beautiful Y/n and I want to see that every time I look at you." He whispered to you kissing you softly.

Tagline:

@snowy-meowl @jooniesdarlingdimples @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @fan-ati--c @rjsmochii @callingmyangel @kneel-begyourpardon @taestannie @innersooya

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nanikoreeeh · 5 years ago

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anonymous shared;

Tooru knows how much you love his hands, and usually when the two of you have movie nights you just sit on his lap. He usually plays with your cunny, as the two of you watch and He'll be like "Oohh poor baby, getting dumb just by fingers"

author’s note; repsosting cause tumblr sucks

warnings; slight dumbification, oikawa being a little shit

He likes you like this, mouth slightly open and spread legs trembling with the pleasure of your orgasm. Sloppy cunt drooling over his lap as he buries his fingers into you, wet, squelching noises drowning the movie that he knows you are still trying to watch, if anything just to pretend that you are still in control of the situation.

Like Oikawa doesn’t know that your legs are spread open because you can’t contain the fact that he undoes you around his touches. He thinks is cute though, that you still think you can resist him. You’re too pretty like this, your determination has his erection pressing into your ass as he rubs coming motions onto the spongy tissue of your tight walls.

You whimper and rut into his ministrations and he humps into you, sweet friction against his sensitive member. His palm rubs into your clit and you protest that is too much, but he simply angles his fingers deeper, and you toss your head backwards to rest against him, your eyes are glossed with pleasure and your chest rises with the agitated rhythm of your respiration.

“You look so cute like this, Y/N-chan, almost pitiful”. His tone is mocking you and you wish it wouldn't send a pleasure bolt right through your core. “Look at you, all stupid cause my fingers are stretching you”.

You enthusiastically deny it with your head, but he curves his fingers in just the right way that has you gushing onto his hand and meowling pathetically. You can pretend all you want, but at the end of the day Oikawa knows he owns your pretty cunny and you’ll always end up giving yourself to him.

#oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #— from sun’s book

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 4 years ago

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Rondò Veneziano//Chapter 1 - Nocturne

Pairing: Federico Auditore/Lucia Barbarigo Word count: 4142 Warnings: None. For personal reasons, I elected to leave Federico's letter to Lucia in Italian. However, you can find the whole translation of it in the notes at the bottom of the chapter, along with the legend for all the Italian terms I used!

February 1488,Venezia

Rain.

Ever-falling, bone-soaking rain.

February always brought water and cold with it, sometimes in the form of a gentle drizzle mixed with soft flecks of snow, other times as a downpour so violent to leave whoever had the misfortune of being outside completely drenched.

In the previous week, the sky had known better than to give respite to the gentle people of the Serenissima Repubblica di Venezia¹, to the point of rendering it almost impossible walking around the city.

Acqua Alta² in the lagoon was not a rare event, especially during that period of the year, and Lucia always had her fun watching the people using the gondole to navigate the canals when the pathway of stones was impracticable without getting soaked to the bone.

With Fiammetta, sometimes she wagered who would have the misfortune of taking an improvised bath in the muddy canals.

Today, however, was not that day.

The youngest among Le Figlie della Laguna³ sighed, as she looked outside of her room in Palazzo Ducale⁴, the whole beauty of Venezia in front of her.

She had left the window open, to let the chilly air inside, the drapes moving elegantly, caressed as they were by the winds of the early evening. She was uncaring of the cold prickling her cheeks, almost impervious to anything that was happening around her.

She closed her eyes, to better hear the sound of the falling drops and the distant, grumbling roar of thunder. But even behind her closed eyelids, she could see everything in her mind.

The clouds were looming, heavy with rain and their promise of storm and turmoil, and the sky was so dark, if she didn't know that the moon rose and shone brightly each night, she could believe the whole world had been swallowed by a stygian gloom.

Just like my heart, she thought, sighing again.

Martino, her sweet cat, jumped on the stone windowsill, his yellow eyes staring at her with an unspoken question.

He let out a meowl, low and short, calling for her.

But Lucia was so lost in the maze that was her thoughts, she didn't notice the small critter.

He then pressed his head against her hand, nuzzling his dark nose against the hand that was holding a worn-out letter.

Lucia turned to look at him.

Martino meowled again, swinging his tail left and right, and the young woman gave him a small, forlorn smile.

"He is not here anymore, dear Martino. He is back in Firenze, with his family.” she sighed, picking up the cat and keeping him close to her heart, hiding her face against his soft head, hoping to find as little comfort as she could.

It had been months since she had last seen Federico.

The leaves on the trees had started to fall, swept away by the ruthless October winds, and it was then they had shared one last kiss, under the baring magnolia.

That kiss had been the sweetest and most bitter of them all.

Lucia had forced herself to let him go, running inside the house, unable to see him walk away from her, drowning in her own sorrow.

Now, four months later, she wished she had kept her eyes on him until he had disappeared from her sight.

Her heart clenched at the thought of him, his dark sweet eyes, his kind smile, and it took all her willpower not to shed her tears.

She had called herself lucky to have received a message from him at the beginning of February. But after that, only a deafening silence remained as her companion, in the long echoing nights she spent vigil, thinking about him.

Her eyes fell on the letter still in her hand.

(***)Mia Cara Lucilla, Amore della mia vita.

La missione a Roma sta prendendo più tempo di quanto io desideri. Potrei scriverVi pagine al riguardo, spiegarVi ogni cosa, ma preferisco risparmiare il Vostro cuore e i Vostri begli occhi da dettagli sí cruenti.

Permettetemi invece di riempire questa lettera con tutto l’amore che sento per Voi.

Sento la Vostra mancanza ogni giorno, più di quanto io riesca ad esprimere a parole.

Dal sorgere del sole fino al calare delle notte, i miei pensieri sono volti sempre a Voi, al Vostro dolce viso, al sorriso che mi avete rivolto ogni qualvolta abbiamo avuto la fortuna di incontrarci.

La Vostra famiglia Vi tratta con tutti i riguardi? Spero con tutto me stesso che Gemma non Vi dia noie. Se lo facesse, mandate Martino a darle noia a sua volta. Sono sicuro che il Vostro fedele animale sarà in grado di proteggervi in mia vece. Quel bischero sa bene come tenere lontana Vostra sorella!

Lucilla, dolce Lucilla!

Non potete immaginare quanto mi mancate. Il mio corpo potrà non trovarsi a Venezia ma la mia anima vola ogni notte da Voi, nel nostro giardino, sotto l’albero di magnolia dove avete detto di amarmi per la prima volta.

Ripenso sovente a quel momento. Ad essere onesto, ci ripenso ogni giorno.

Sapere di avere il Vostro affetto più profondo mi da la forza di proseguire nei miei incarichi.

SaperVi al sicuro a Venezia mi da coraggio di affrontare ogni giorno a testa alta, senza che la paura prenda ostaggio il mio cuore. Come potrebbe, dal momento che siete Voi a proteggerlo col Vostro amore?

Il Vostro amore è il mio scudo contro la brutture di questo mondo.

Ogni mio pensiero è per Voi, Amore mio. Ricordatelo sempre e non perdete mai la Speranza.

Ora devo andare, Ezio mi sta aspettando.

Tenetemi nelle Vostre preghiere, Cuore mio.

Spero di rivederVi presto. Ho una domanda da porVi che non può essere affidata ad un pezzo di carta, ma solo mormorata al Vostro orecchio.

Vi mando mille e mille baci. Premeteli sul Vostro cuore. Io farò lo stesso con ogni bacio che mi avete donato.

RiguardateVi, amore mio.

Vostro,

Federico

Her eyes followed each sentence out of habit, but, in truth, she had no need to do so.

She had read it so many times, she had learned it by heart.

She could hear his voice in her ears, imagining the cadenza of his florentine accent when pronouncing a certain word, his booming laughter that just caused her heart to thrill with joy; she could see his face, the way his eyes would lit up, the way the corners of his mouth would rise and his smile be as warm as the sun above during the most serene of summer days.

She suppressed a whimper, when she felt tears pooling in her eyes.

Not knowing when they would see each other again - if, even- caused the bleakest of disquiet to take root in her heart.

"I miss him so much, Martino," she whispered, letting a small sob escape her lips. She closed her eyes, hiding her face against the cat. "Why does love have to hurt this way? Is it my penance for having given in to my wishes? Is it as Dante wrote? My counterpass for having fallen in love with a man that is not my proper husband and might never be?”

But the cat remained silent, purring against her chest, trying to bring whatever comfort he could to his mistress.

She was scared.

There had been whispers between all around Palazzo Ducale about weddings and unions, and she had never given them a moment of attention, enraptured as she had been in her feelings for Federico, completely oblivious of anything else.

Her parents constantly jested that, with her love for books and writing and her own natural timid disposition, she would be best suited to be one of the wives of God rather than any earthly man, so she always knew that, whenever such discourses came up, they were about her sisters and their prospects of being given as wives to Lords in the Dogado⁵ and i Ducati di Savoia and Milano⁶.

She frowned, when Tiziano's face appeared in her thoughts.

The patriarch of the Contarini Family had started to become a familiar presence within the Palazzo Ducale , and she liked that less than she let anyone know.

She knew he always had business to attend to with her father - he belonged to il Consiglio dei Dieci⁷, afterall - but as of recently, he had started to be close to Gemma as well.

She wasn’t jealous of that: would the Heavens that they were to marry each other and set her free of two predicaments at the same time.

But something in her spirit told her that they wouldn’t, and that they were up to something.

What precisely, she couldn’t be too sure about.

A flash appeared against the clouds, diverging her attention toward the dark sky. Afterwards, a loud thunder rolled through the lagoon.

The storm was upon them.

“Lucia” she heard a voice calling behind her, high and sweet as the singing of a nightingale.

When she turned, her eyes grew sorrowful, as she let down Martino and set the letter, now folded, inside one of the pockets of her gown.

“Lady Mother,” she said, greeting her with a curtsy.

Dogessa⁸Isabella Soranzo was standing tall and proud at the threshold of the room, engulfed in a most sumptuous velvet gown,tinted in the colour of the Adriatic Sea at noon.

“What happened to the little beam of sunlight that used to bring light and joy in these old walls?” asked the older woman with a sad smile.

That light has been put out when Federico has left Venezia, she thought, trying her best not to let her emotions seep through her face. Instead, she forced a joyful grin to appear on her lips.

“It is difficult to shine, when the Heavens are working so strenuously on bringing as much rain as possible. It would be unthoughtful of me to disrupt their hard work,” she tried to jest.

“I am sure the Heavens wouldn't mind to see you smile," she chuckled, reaching her daughter. With a tender gesture, her mother moved a lock of hair from her face, but grimaced, when she saw the shadows under her hazel eyes.

"You look pale and tired, Lucia,” the older woman said, taking her small hands in his. She furrowed her brow. “Your hands are cold. Are you trying to catch a fever? Why keep the window open, daughter?”

“Sometimes these rooms can get incredibly stifling,” her mouth said.

Because I still hope to see Federico coming to me, her heart cried .

But those thoughts died in her chest as soon as they were born.

Instead, Lucia turned her face to look outside again, her eyes instinctively scouring the roofs, a habit so radicated within her that she did it without even thinking about it, great as her hope was to see, for just one moment, a blue cape and a black hooded robe.

She couldn’t help it.

Her eyes were always looking for him, always trying to find him somewhere out there.

But she knew he wasn't anywhere in Venezia anymore. And the emptiness she felt in her chest was something she had hoped she never had to experience. It felt as if the city itself was empty. Despite the thousands of Veneziani⁹ that walked around the calli¹⁰ each day, to her they all had the same consistency of spectres. Federico had been the only solid shape among those translucent entities.

Oftentime he had told her that, whenever he saw the world through his ‘Eagle Eyes’, the people appeared engulfed in light.

Had she been blessed with the same eyes, she knew he would be the only one to be resplendent in that darkness.

She sighed again, when she saw her mother closing the window and turning to look at her, genuine concern in her green eyes.

“What’s causing all this melancholy, Lucia? Ever since your name’s day in October, you have not been yourself,” she asked, not unkindly.

“The season is not agreeing with me, I am afraid.” she whispered, half lying. “I do miss the warmth of the Sun and the trees in bloom,”

“Well, Spring is not that far ahead,” the Dogessa said, cradling her daughter’s face in her hands. “Besides, in the next few weeks you will have cause to rejoice, for there shall be a most momentous event! The Carnevale is almost upon us and your Lord Father has gone above and beyond to make this year’s celebration even more magnificent than the last. And our dear Lavinia is to be wedded soon! Finally the Badoer¹¹ and the Barbarigo will be united through your sister! So, you see, you have all the reasons to smile , dearest one!” She beamed.

Lucia tried to reciprocate the smile, although she suspected that her mother’s happiness was more connected to Lavinia's wedding than the imminent beginning of the Carnevale.

She then turned to look at her mother, her hazel eyes now inquisitive.

“Will Lavinia be happy?” she asked. “Are you sure that the man that has been chosen as her husband will love her and cherish her as we do?”

Her mother gave her a look that equally carried sympathy and pity. She took her gently by the hand, and made her sit on the bed beside her.

“My sweet Lucia, ever the romantic soul…” she sighed, kissing her daughter’s forehead. “It is not a matter of happiness, dearest one. Your sister, much like yourself, has a duty to fulfill toward our family. I did it, in my own time, when I married your Lord Father, and you shall too. Soon enough.”

Lucia shivered at those last words, and elected to ignore them, for the time being.

If she was to marry anyone, that someone would be Federico Auditore, and no one else.

“But Lady Mother...Would it be so wrong to marry for love?”

The older woman gave her the sweetest smile.

“It wouldn’t, if you weren’t a Barbarigo and the daughter of the Doge. But, alas, you, Lavinia, Gemma and Fiammetta are Le Figlie della Laguna , and as such, all of you have to pose duty before sentiment,”

Lucia nodded, her eyes turning down.

That had been a truth she had known ever since she had been a child, it was nothing new.

And yet, after meeting Federico, she had started to believe that that path could be avoided, it could be altered.

She had always told herself that her love for Federico would be enough to push aside everything else; that, when the time would come, she would have been able to tell her Lady Mother and Lord Father that she would forgo the road they had in mind for her, letting her own heart guide her instead.

When Federico had been beside her, when he had held her in his arms and she had felt the beating of his kind heart, she had felt as if everything was possible, everything was achievable, as if Federico's own strength had flown into her own soul and rendered her capable of anything.

He had written to her to keep the faith.

And she was doing so, to the best of her abilities.

But what to do, when she felt darkness looming over her, threatening to take away from her the only man her heart yearned for?

It took all of her strength not to shed the tears that were pooling in her eyes.

The Dogessa caressed her daughter’s dark hair with a gentle hand, her soft eyes gleaming in the candle light.

“I think I know what’s going on with you, dearest daughter.” She murmured. “You are lovesick.”

Lucia’s face jerked up, her eyes growing wide.

“Lovesick? Mother, no, that’s not the case!” She fumbled with her words, her cheeks turning purple.

The Dogessa’s smile widened even more.

“I think it is, and I think I know who your heart is yearning for,”

Lucia felt the blood drain from her face. How? How did her mother find out?

Had she been so incautious to leave around all the evidence of her love for Federico?

Or worst..could it be that the only other person that knew her secret had betrayed her?

Could it be that? she thought, panicking, her lips quivering.

Impossible. Her twin would never reveal anything.

“You are missing Messer Contarini, aren’t you, dearest one?”

Lucia’s mouth gaped for a brief moment. She closed it again, too stunned to utter a single word of denial or consent.

“Yes, I think that’s indeed the case.” The Dogessa continued, “Let me muse: you are wondering whenever it will be your turn to be wedded? Is this why you are wondering if you can marry for love? You are afraid that your father and I would not approve of your feelings for Tiziano? Oh!” A light of understanding lit up on the older woman's face. “ Maybe you are afraid of him not reciprocating your feelings, dearest one? Because, let me ease your mind: there is truly nothing to be worried about!"

Lucia was speechless. How could her mother see so clearly through her and yet, at the same time, be so incredibly wrong about it all?

But before she could answer in any way, they turned toward the door, the rumbling sound of impetuous footsteps coming from the corridor without.

The door slammed, and Fiammetta appeared, barging inside her sister’s room, her dark blue gown flowing behind her and her wavy auburn hair in disarray.

“Lucia! Lucia! Oh, Lucia, what a disgr-!" she started to say. Only after having crossed the threshold, she took notice of her mother sitting beside her sister. “ Lady Mother!” “Fiammetta!” The older woman barked, a look of disappointment on her long face. “ Un po’ di contegno!¹² Who taught you to behave so ungraciously? Mind my words, you will never find a husband if you continue down this road!”

“Uh,” the auburn-haired woman mumbled, before remembering to curtsy. “Forgive me, Lady Mother, I thought Lucia was alone,”

“And that’s reason enough for you to behave like a wild horse?”

The young woman wriggled her hands and looked toward her mother, then swiftly toward Lucia, the true goal of her interest. She looked back at her mother’s face. Then back again to Lucia.

The Dogessa snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Orsù dunque,figlia!Dite ciò che dovete!”¹³ she said, her voice growing impatient.

Fiammetta turned to look at her sister, a look of uneasiness and pity in her bright green eyes.

“Messer Contarini is here,” she said.

The older woman smiled and nodded to herself as she turned to look toward Lucia.

“Is he now? Well, isn’t that a most marvelous coincidence?” she beamed.

Lucia had to repress a glare: she could wager her books that Tiziano being there was no coincidence at all.

“Why is he here, Madre¹⁴?”

"If I had to take a guess, it's most definitely not to talk to me or your Lord Father, is that right, Fiammetta?"

The young woman nodded. “He is here for Lucia, Lady Mother. He said he had something important to share with her,”

The Dogessa chuckled, brushing one of Lucia's dark locks away from her eyes.

"My, I wonder what that would be?And he came through the storm to see you! What man would ever do something like this, if not for the woman he respects the most?"

But Lucia didn't want to know the answer to that question. She dreaded it with all that she was.

“Well, it appears that you have to prepare yourself to meet him properly, mia cara figlia¹⁵.Fiammetta!” She said, turning to look at her other daughter, “Help your sister wear something appropriate to welcome Messer Contarini. I shall go and regale him until she is ready.”

She gave the warmest look at Lucia, patting her cheek with gentle fondness.

“Smile bright, Lucilla. There is nothing to worry about. Trust me. Your father and I could not be happier to know that your heart seeks Tiziano.”

And after giving her another kiss on her brow, she stood up, gave Fiammetta a warning look and went on her way to greet the guest.

As soon as the Dogessa was out of sight, Fiammetta turned to look toward her younger twin.

“Your heart yearns for Tiziano, ‘Cia? Is our Lady Mother seriously this blind?

Lucia sighed, her shoulders slumping forward.

“I don’t know, ‘Metta,” answered Lucia, frustration building up in her chest. “She is convinced that I am in love with that old bear,”

Fiammetta snorted.

“That’s ridiculous. Anyone with a minimum of spirit of observation would see that you don’t care two dried figs about Tiziano! I am seriously starting to believe that our Lady Mother would be unable to recognize love even if it danced naked in front of her...I mean, you had your love for Federico on parade for all the time he had been here-”

“No, I didn’t!” Lucia blurted, her eyes darting around, afraid that someone might have heard them. “ And can you lower your voice? I’d like to avoid for the whole Palazzo Ducale to know about affairs that are only my own!”

Fiammetta chuckled, sitting next to her sister, poking her cheek with a finger.

“I am teasing you, ‘Cia. Don’t go into a spell, no one knows about this.” She grinned, her lips thinning in the impish smile she was famous for. Despite the two of them being twins, they couldn’t have been more different.

“Just like no one knows about you and Petruccio,” Lucia answered with a smile.

Fiammetta blushed and bit her lip, lowering her eyes.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,”the auburned-hair girl grumbled, wrinkling her nose.

“Sure you don’t” Lucia giggled. When she saw a veil of sadness fall on the otherwise cheery face of her sister, she wrapped her arms around her twin’s shoulder, pulling her closer to her. “Did you receive any other letters from him?”

“I didn’t. The last one I received came with yours from Federico"

"And how is Petruccio faring? We barely had any time alone together to talk about this,"

Fiammetta sighed."In January he had fallen ill with a fever that had forced him to bed for two weeks. He said he was on his way to mending, but I have no way of knowing if he is faring well or not. Dio Santo¹⁶ !” she murmured, hiding her face in her hands . “I wish he weren't in Firenze! I could have done something for him! I could have given him comfort, visited him, helped him heal! Instead he was battling with illness alone, and I was here, ignorant for all this time!"

Lucia tightened the embrace, kissing the top of her head.

“Claudia, Ezio and Federico took care of him in your stead, I am sure,” she murmured, trying to console her as much as she could. “ You saw how the Auditores are toward one another. They would never let anything happen to Petruccio,”

Fiammetta sniffed, brushing her tears away.

“I know...but my heart yearns for him,’Cia. Now more than ever. I want to see with my own eyes that he is in good health,”

Lucia sighed, resting her chin on her twin’s shoulder.

"Wish to have the power to grant you what you desire, 'Metta. God only knows that no one deserves more happiness than you."

"You are unfair to yourself, sister. You deserve just the same happiness with Federico,"

Lucia smiled, blinking to repress the tears at the mention of his name.

“I miss him everyday, ‘Metta,” she murmured. “Sometimes I wish to go to sleep and wake up in his arms,”

Fiammetta kissed her cheek, returning the hug.

“Wish that I could grant you this wish,’Cia,” she echoed, a bitter smile on her face.

"No luck in love for us Barbarigo, eh?"she whispered, her eyes looking once again outside the window.

"None whatsoever. With all the bold, dashing men floating around us here in Venezia, we were bound to fall in love with the only two that we can't be with."

Lucia said nothing to that, leaning against her sister, her heart more disquiet than before.

They stood still for a moment longer, searching for the comfort they alone could give to one another, both keepers of the other’s secret, both having been inseparable since birth.

It was Lucia, ever dutiful, to break the embrace.

"Come, sister." She said, taking a deep breath and standing up with a fluid movement. "Help me choose my most beautiful gown. I may not like Tiziano, but I shall not disappoint our parents and our guest,"

“You are too obedient for your own good, sister,”

Lucia gave her sister a long, forlorn look, feeling her heart tremble with sadness.

'I wouldn't be in this mess, had I been as obedient as I was supposed to, her heart thought.

“If only,” she just said.

Translation of the letter:

(***) My Dearest Lucilla, Amore della mia vita.

The mission in Rome is taking longer than I wished for. I could write pages upon pages regarding it, explain to you everything, but I'd rather spare your heart and your gentle eyes from such gruesome details. Allow me instead to fill this letter with all the love I bear you. I miss you each day, more than I am able to pour down into words. From the break of dawn till nightfall, my thoughts are always directed toward you, your sweet face, the smile that you always gifted me with each time we had the good fortune of meeting each other. Is your family treating you with all regard? I hope with all that I am that Gemma won't be hassling you. Were she to do so, send Martino to vex her in turn. I am confident your faithful pet will be able to protect you in my stead. That bischero knows fully well how to keep your sister at bay! Lucilla, sweet Lucilla! You cannot imagine how I long for you. I myself may not be in Venezia, but my soul soars to you each night, in our garden, under the magnolia where you have told me you loved me for the first time. Oftentimes I found myself thinking about that moment. To be completely truthful, I think about it each day. Knowing that I am the bearer of your deepest affection gives me the resilience to persevere with my duties. Knowing that you are safe and sound in Venezia gives me the strength to face each day with my head held up high, without fear taking hold of my heart. How could it be, since it is protected by your love? Each and every one of my thoughts are for you, Amore Mio. Always remember this and do not lose faith. Now I must close. Ezio is waiting for me. Keep me in your prayers, Cuore Mio. Your love is my shield against the corruption of this world. I pray we will meet soon. I have a proposal for you that cannot be put into words on a piece of paper but only whispered to your ear. I send you thousands and thousands of kisses. Press each one of them in your heart. I shall do the same with each of the kisses you have given me.

Take care, Amore Mio.

Yours, Federico

Legend:

1- Most Serene Republic of Venice; 2- "High Water" - term used to indicate an exceptional tide peaks that occur periodically in the Northern Adriatic Sea; 3- "Daughers of the Lagoon"- how the Barbarigos sisters are called by the inhabitants of Venice; 4-"Doge's Palace"- the residence of the reigning Doge; 5- Territory of the Republic; 6- Duchy of Savoy and Milan; 7- "Counsil of Ten"- A Ten Men Council with Authority over all government actions; 8- "Title given to the Doge's Wife" 9- "Inhabitants of Venice" 10- tipical venetian street (pl.); 11- "Badoer": A noble Venetian family ascribed to the Patriciate among the Apostolic families, much like the Contarini. 12- "Control yourself!" 13- "Come on then, daughter! Say what you must!" 14- "Mother"; 15- "My Dear Daughter"; 16- "God Almighty!"

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saurons-pr-department · 4 years ago

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If evil, why so aestheticly pleasing?

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Gandalf: It has heard its master's call!

Sauron, in Barad-dûr: Pspspspss

363 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 14:02:58 GMT

Lord Mairon wishes to be worshipped as a god. Considering the fact that he is an Ainu, this really shouldn't be much to ask. It's quite reasonable actually.

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Samfro this.

Gigolas that.

Lads, where's the love for that pair of Orcs who talked about running away together???

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What are some the weirdest Sauron concepts you've come across in the fandom? Or maybe just some weird ideas about him you have? I love off the wall character interpretations, and I'm relatively new here, so yeah.

Hmmm... this is actually quite tricky... especially once you consider the canon for Sauron. Shapeshifting Demi-God, that sometimes spends time as a vampire, a werewolf, is really good at fighting with song but not so much with his fists, thinks it’s funny to call a giant man-eating spider his “cat”, started a human-sacrificing cult dedicated to his dead/banished former boss, which eventually resulted in an entire island civilisation being drowned beneath the sea by a God who was Done With Sauron’s Shit, broke off part of his soul and put it into an extremely powerful piece of jewellery but stupidly made it a piece of jewellery that’s actually quite easy to remove from his person, once yielded an entire fortress because a woman set her dog on him and then scolded him into submission, in one version of the story he is literally a cat with a chef called “Meowle”, appears to be giggling/laughing/chuckling in every scene that he appears in, has a hilarious Skype Palantír call with Pippin of all people, is a major drama queen who stood on top of a temple in the middle of a lightning storm knowing full well that God was Done With His Shit but thought he'd laugh in his face anyway, once thought he was the greatest wolf to ever live that was described in a prophecy and then got his ass handed to him because he was decidedly not the greatest wolf to ever live.

Like, I don’t think you can get much weirder than what Tolkien already wrote about him, if I’m honest!

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deerixiie · 5 years ago

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u n e x p e c t e d g u e s t

ep 06: hoodies

previous / next (ep 07) / series masterlist

a/n: as you can see by the title, there are some implications that you fit into kenma’s (slightly oversized) hoodie in this chapter. it’s not really a warning, i just felt like i should add it :P

you frowned at the tweet on your phone screen.

kenma canceled his stream. because of the storm, or because of you?

you looked up, already forming some sort of inconspicuous way to ask him, when you realize no one was there. the place the streamer had been sitting mere seconds ago was empty.

you didn't even hear him leave.

you cautiously brought yourself up to your feet. "kenma?" vivid white lightning illuminated the room for a split second, an ominous boom of window-rattling thunder following seconds after. an unsettling feeling washed over you. "kenma..." you said again, more cautiously.

"y/n?"

a sigh escaped your lips as kenma poked his head back into the room. "i didn't even notice you left," you said sheepishly.

kenma's lips curved into a light smile. quickly, his gaze dropped to a bundle in his hands. you followed his gaze, frowning. clothes? when you made eye contact with him again, there was the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks. "i brought you a hoodie," kenma mumbled. "'cause it gets cold."

your heart skipped. a hoodie? "oh. um, thanks."

he entered the room and awkwardly handed you a dark grey hoodie with a small logo on it. "Bouncing Ball," you murmured. "you have your own merch?"

"huh? oh, yeah." kenma's voice sounded meek (though, it always did). "is that weird or something?"

"no, not at all!" you smiled down at the grey hoodie, running your thumbs over the downy fabric. "it's soft."

you looked up and met kenma's gaze. he gave you a small smile, a little wider this time, sending the subtlest of flutters through your heart. "thanks," kenma said.

"but he does have a crush on you. the question is, do you?" you furrowed your eyebrows as kuroo’s text came to mind.

do you?

when someone's laugh makes your heart soar, or when someone's smile makes you want to cover the flustered smile on your own face, that means you like them, right?

so what if you did like him? what happens after that?

the blinding flicker of lightning and another deafening boom of thunder startled you out of your thoughts. "do you want to continue playing?" kenma asked, holding his switch.

the canceled stream. you nodded and reached for the switch sitting a little ways away from you, your mind churning. do you ask him outright? lead up to it?

"uhm, y/n?"

you blinked and turned your sheepish gaze on kenma. "sorry, i was just thinking."

"oh." a slightly uncomfortable veil of silence hung between the two of you. you mustered the last of your courage and decided to spit the question outright.

unfortunately, kenma also chose that second to speak.

"why'd you cancel the stream?" you asked as kenma said "i'm sorry that this turned out so bad" at the same time.

kenma's eyes widened and he immediately looked down at his switch. "i'm sorry," he mumbled. "go fir-"

"what do you mean, this turned out bad?" you asked, your voice incredulous. "this has been amazing!"

the sky, ironically, seems to agree, a bolt of lightning and the boom of thunder following seconds after the words left your mouth.

"but the rain," kenma mumbled. he glanced over to where punchy and ankha huddled under the couch, hiding from the storm, "and punchy escaped and we wasted a lot of time trying to find him."

"that's fine," you laughed. "that was fun!"

"still..." kenma sighed. he fiddled with the buttons on his switch for a second before looking up at you. "now what were you going to say?"

"oh." you laughed nervously. "i was just curious, you know, but i saw you canceled your stream."

kenma shrugged. "i don't want to stream with you still here, isn't that rude? plus, the storm could mess with the... y'know, connection and... stuff."

"oh." your gaze flickered from the hoodie to him. "i guess i just feel guilty that i took time away from the stream."

kenma gave you the faintest of smiles. "it's no big deal." your vision is interrupted by another flash of lightning and crash of thunder, causing ankha to meowl in fear. "we should bring them to the studio," kenma mused. "there's no windows and it's pretty cut off from outside noise as well."

you tried your best to give him what you could call an indifferent shrug, but the thought of seeing his studio was sending your heart into hysterics.

it didn't take long to get settled in the surprisingly spacious room. punchy and ankha were considerably more relaxed, even brushing your leg from time to time as they prowled around the room. you and kenma were collapsed in beanbag chairs (kenma didn't seem like he was open to conversation about why he had them) leaning over to check the other's screen as you played. you felt your breath catch every time kenma's head came inches away from yours as he bent over to observe your screen, and kuroo's daunting question would creep back into your mind, bringing a wave of anxiety that you somehow managed to quell. "worry about that later," you told yourself. "focus on this moment."

the lack of windows—or maybe the sheer fact that you were enjoying yourself—must have made it easy to lose track of time because it only seemed like minutes had passed when you saw the "2:16 AM" plastered on your phone screen.

"i'm sorry for keeping you up for so long," kenma apologized meekly as he led you to one of the guest bedrooms. "i'm a bad host."

"you shouldn’t be so quick to bring yourself down" you comment as you walk into the open bedroom. "this was great. you're really fun to hang out with, kenma."

it wasn't a lie. in fact, it was extremely far from one. you told yourself it was the lack of windows that caused you to lose track of time, but maybe it was because of how comfortable you felt with him. no matter how much your blood roared in your ears whenever he leaned in closer, no matter how much your heart would burst when you'd see a rare smile or a small chuckle. you felt content with him. you might even go as far as to say that you felt at home with him. everything he did just flooded your veins with a feeling of calm.

you wrinkled your nose. oikawa would get a kick out of that.

the light smile that rarely showed up on kenma's face made its appearance. "i’m glad to hear that. well, uh, good night. there should be blankets there and stuff but if you need anything my room is at the end of the hallway."

you nodded. "good night!"

kenma gave you a small wave before heading down the hallway. you slowly clicked the door shut and headed over to the bed, your eyes floating to the window. faint moonlight filtered in through the half-shuttered blinds, faintly distorted by the raindrops that still lingered on the window after the storm.

you smiled. you didn't even realize the storm stopped.

because of that storm, you spent almost an entire day playing animal crossing and talking with kenma, the streamer you weren't exactly sure if you had a crush on. because of that storm, you were able to meet his cats, see his gaming setup, get one of his hoodies, and play on his switch. because of that storm, you were able to see the real kenma, instead of the one you saw behind a computer screen.

the urge to check your phone suddenly overtook your mind. your hands floated to your back pocket, freezing when you felt soft fabric instead of denim.

that's right, you had put the hood of kenma's hoodie over your head while you were gaming together. you removed the sweatshirt, your fingers tracing over the white imprinted logo on the front. slowly you hugged it to your chest, breathing in the faint smell of cat fur and laundry detergent, bleach powder and newly bought electronics. you give in to the urge and take off the blouse you'd been wearing, replacing it with the slightly oversized hoodie. the sleeves flowed a bit past your wrists and the hem of the sweatshirt hung below your waist, but it was comfortable.

you took off your stiff jeans and climbed into the bed, falling asleep with kenma's scent filling your nose and his small smile engraved in your memory.

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❍ fave chapter so far :)

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❍ kenma went to sleep before 3 AM for the first time in weeks

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twistedlymad · 5 years ago

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So I been thinking of this lately. How about like Reader have a Dream that she Alice and It’s like Alice In Wonderland with the Heartslabyul Dorm .I have no one to share this XD

I’ve seen a few other stories that had the same concept, where you are the hero and the boys are the villain of their respective dormitories. But, it’s okay, I wanted to try writing this as well!

Truth be told, when I watched Alice in Wonderland as a kid, I didn’t really understand the whole movie, now, after 10 years I finally picked it up again just for this story XD

But, anyways, this was lovely to write! Thank you so much for giving me an idea for this dear anon! I hope you enjoy this little story and I hope you have a lovely day!

Little note: I didn’t fully follow the movie, I added my own version and twists of how things would play out instead! I hope you don’t mind dear anon! Also, should I also write for the other dorms?

(Y/N) in Wonderland! (Ft. Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Che’nya and Grim)

Confusion, the only thing in your mind as you wandered the forest named Tulgey Wood. Little critters of all kind surrounded you as you continued your journey, hoping to find a way back home.

You then followed an arrow that pointed at a path that you thought would lead you back to your Ramshackle Dorm. You were so excited when you saw the arrow, you thought the path that the arrow pointed was the way back home! You couldn’t wait to see Grim and your friends again! Oh, how you missed them so dearly!

“I’m going to see Grim and everyone again!” You exclaimed as you ran along the path. You were literally bouncing and skipping with joy as you continued the path.

“Oh, I just can’t wait until I-“ You stopped yourself mid-sentence and let out a loud gasp. In front of you, was a critter with the body of a dog, but its head and tail were brooms! It was sweeping away a path from the other end. It was sweeping away the exact path that you were following.

You stared at the creature intensely as it got closer and closer to you. It stopped sweeping as it arrived in front of your feet, it didn’t want to bother you so the creature took a step sideways, walked a few steps forward so it was behind you and continued its job, sweeping up the path behind you. At last, you were left in a square of the path.

Honestly, you were tired, you had been through so much already, you were forced to shrink down so you could enter a talking-door through its keyhole, you met with a pair of round twins that would not stop telling you all sorts of stories, you were treated as a monster as you accidentally ate a cookie that enlarged you in a small little house, you were ridiculed by flowers when you couldn’t answer what type of flower you were, you met with a caterpillar who spoke in riddles and got mad at you when you asked him multiple questions, you even had tea with a very peculiar man and his hare as they celebrated an ‘un-birthday’.

And now, you were lost in a deep forest, with no directions whatsoever.

You sat down on a rock and let out a sigh.

“What’s the point?” You asked yourself. “I’m never going to go back to Grim and the others.” You continued, negative thoughts filling up your mind. You felt tears coming to your eyes as you thought that you were never going to see that furball you dearly loved ever again, you lowered your head into your hands as you let your tears fall out. The critters that inhabited the forest watched you as you wept, feeling the same feeling of sadness as they saw you cry. They silently wept alongside you, before slowly disappearing, one by one, leaving you all alone once again.

But, then you heard singing. You looked up from your hands to see…

“Che’nya?” You questioned.

“Che’nya? Is that really you?” You asked once again to the figure on top of a tree.

“Che’nya! It’s me! (Y/N)! From Night Raven College!” You said to him, thinking that you finally found someone you knew and you were going to get help. But, something felt off to you.

“Well, whom did you expect~nya?” Who you assumed to be Che’nya replied. You were slightly taken aback, this Che’nya… Didn’t really feel like the same Che’nya that you met at Heartslabyul. And this Che’nya didn’t know who you were? You two clearly had met before.

“Um, no one? I just… Want to go back to the others at Night Raven College.” You said, looking donwards. “But, I can’t find the way back.”

“Well, actually, that’s because you have no way.” Che’nya replied, lousing around on the tree before slowly descending from it to meet with you.

“All ways here are the queen’s way~nya.” Che’nya continued before walking behind you.

“But, I’ve never met any queen until now.” You said, turning to Che’nya. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and immediately turned back to face you with a shocked expression on his face.

“You haven’t?” He asked you, his face slowly lighting up with excitement, a smile slowly making its way onto his face. “Mew have-en’t?!” He repeated once more, his hands cupping his face.

“Ohhh! But you must!” Che’nya said to you with sparkles in his eyes. “He’ll be mad about mew! Twistedly mad!” Che’nya added. (I uh… Don’t mind me :) )

“’He’? But… Shouldn’t the queen be a ‘she’?” You asked the Royal Sword Academy student.

“Well, here, the queen is a ‘he’!” Che’nya laughed a little before starting to sing and disappear once more.

“W-Wait!” You called for him, asking him to stop. “H-How do I find the queen?” You asked.

“Meowl, some might go that way.” Che’nya pointed to his left.

“Some might go this way!” He continued, pointing to his right.

“But, for yours truly, I’d like to take the shortcut~nya.” The Royal Sword Academy student said and pulled on a nearby tree branch, making the trunk of the tree lower down like a drawbridge. Your eyes widen in wonder as in front of you looked like a whole other world compared to the forest you were in.

“Thank you Che’n-“ You said but stop mid-sentence as you looked up to see the figure had disappeared.

“Hmm, I wonder why is the queen a ‘he’?” You said to yourself in a low voice. “Oh, well, I guess I’ll find out.” You said once again as you journeyed into the garden.

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Okay, if you were honest with yourself, you would’ve enjoyed the lovely greens and fresh flowers of this little garden.

IF IT WASN’T A FREAKING MAZE.

As you continued venturing into the garden, you began to realize how much this garden had reminded you of the rose garden of Heartslabyul. Every twist and turn seemed like they led you to a dead end, yet, at every dead end, there’s a pathway that leads you to more twists and turns.

It’s a never-ending cycle. And you were getting slightly frustrated and dizzy.

“Oh… This is worse than Heartslabyul…” You grumbled under your breath as you took a right that led you to a small little pathway again. As you continued down the pathway, you had heard singing coming out from behind a wall made out of bushes. Splats of red paint landed in front of you from over the wall as well.

You peered over the wall, trying to see who was singing and what was going on, but the wall was too high for you. So, you walked alongside the wall, hoping to find an opening to the other side. It didn’t take much walking to find one.

As you peeked into the opening, you were given quite the surprise to see three boys holding paint brushes and painting! But, something else had caught your eye, you see, they were wearing a very familiar set of clothing, yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

You slowly inched closer to them, trying to see what they were doing. When you did, you were surprised! They were painting white roses red? It was the exact same thing Cater was doing when you first met him.

Then it hit you. The clothes the boys were wearing were the dorm uniform of Heartslabyul! You were back home!

Or so you thought.

You let a smile appear on your face, thinking that the maze you went through was actually the Rose Garden of Heartslabyul and that you were at the dormitory right now, which means you could find Ace and Deuce and ask them what was going on.

“Excuse me.” You said, catching the attention of the boys. “May I know where Ace and Deuce are?” You asked, hoping that they would lead you back to your friends. They thought about it for a moment and gave you a reply.

But, it wasn’t the reply you were hoping for.

“Which Ace? Which Deuce?” One of them questioned you back. You were shocked, you were pretty sure there was only one person named Ace and one person named Deuce at Night Raven College.

“Um, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade?” You answered but it sounded like a question instead.

“Which Ace Trappola and which Deuce Spade?” Another boy replied, confusing you further. Were these guys playing tricks on you? What did they mean by ‘which’? Or do they genuinely didn’t know of Ace and Deuce. You decided to go with the latter and tried again with other names of Heartslabyul members.

“Okay, how about Trey Clover? Cater Diamond?” You asked once again and they shook their heads, going back to painting the roses. You lowered your head, trying to think.

“Riddle Rosehearts?” You asked and slowly looked up, only to see the three boys looking at you in horror.

“That’s the queen’s name! You musn’t simply use it!” One of them whispered-yelled to you.

“The queen?” You asked, another boy started to explain to you.

“The que-“ But, he was cut off with the sounds of blaring trumpets.

“The queen is here! Quick, to your places!” One of the boys yelled and the three immediately scattered around like chickens trying to hide from a predator. You looked around as well, trying to ‘get in place’, you didn’t want to get in trouble with Riddle after all. Luckily, there was a vacant spot between two boys, so, you quickly situated yourself there.

“His imperial highness! His grace! His excellency! His royal majesty! The Queen of Hearts!” Someone yelled as the trumpets ceased. ‘The Queen of Hearts?’ You thought to yourself and leaned out of your line a little, trying to get a glimpse of the queen, and to your surprise, it was actually Riddle! Trey, Cater, Ace and Deuce were walking along his side as well.

“Riddle-senpai? Trey-senpai and Cater-senpai too! There’s Ace and Deuce as well!” You whispered to yourself. “I have to ask them what’s going on, is this some sort of new Heartslabyul tradition? Why didn’t I hear anything about it from them?” You questioned yourself and started to walk towards Riddle.

“Ano, Riddle-senpai, what’s going on?” You asked out loud. Loud gasps can be heard from around you. Your three upperclassmen and two best friends turned to look at you.

“You dare to call the queen by his name?” Ace questioned you.

“But, that’s how I usually call him. Ace! Deuce! You guys call him that too!” You replied to Ace.

“Just who do you think you are?” Riddle asked you, menacingly. But before you could answer, Trey had beat you to it.

“Well, your majesty, she isn’t a Heart, nor a Club. She certainly isn’t a Spade nor a Diamond either.” Your upperclassman said.

“Are you from another kingdom?” Deuce asked you.

“Did you come here to spy on us?” Cater added on and everyone started to whisper to each other. You were confused and lowered your head to look at the ground because you felt everyone’s menacing glares and stares on you.

“What? I don’t underst-“ You were cut off by Riddle’s booming voice.

“Look up while you talk, stand straight, arch out your back, broaden your shoulders, turn out your toes!” You were taken aback, Riddle never really used his voice at you before, but in your surprised state, you immediately did as you were told.

“Very good, now, I’ll be asking the questions.” Riddle said. “And you will reply with ‘Yes, your majesty’ or ‘No, your majesty’. Do you understand?” The queen questioned.

“Yes, Ridd- I mean, your majesty.” You corrected yourself quickly, not wanting to face the wrath of an angry Riddle.

“Good, now, where did you come from, and, where are you headed?” The queen asked you.

“Um, I don’t know where I came from? And I’m trying to find my way-“

“Your way? All ways here are MY WAYS.” Riddle boomed at you.

“Um, okay, but your majesty, could you at least inform Headmaster Crowley that I am here?” You asked.

“I’ve never heard of such a person.” Riddle replied, leaving you dumbfounded. That didn’t make any sort of sense to you. Never heard of Crowley? It’s almost as if you were in another world. You began to ponder your brain once more, trying to think of solutions and reasons as to why your friends were acting this way. You were so deep in thought, you didn’t notice a familiar person appearing beside you.

“So, (Y/N), do mew like it here?” You heard a voice ask.

“No, how could I? It’s almost as if everyone has gone crazy here! I thought Riddle had given up his hot headed tyrant-like days. And now, everyone is just pampering him!” You muttered lowly as a reply to the voice, thinking that no one could hear your words.

“What was that?” Riddle immediately turned to question you and before you could reply, the voice had beaten you to it.

“She said you had gone crazily mad, and that you’re a hot headed tyrant and everybody needs to pamper mew!” You immediately looked at the source of the voice, and only did you knew that it was Che’nya, you looked at him in disbelief, was he trying to get you beheaded? But, oh, after hearing what Aruchēmi Aruchēmievichi Pinkā had said, the queen was surely angered, his face getting redder by each second. You immediately snapped back to look at the reddening queen.

What are you doing standing there and looking Reader-san?! RUN ALREADY!

“Your majesty, wai-“ Trey couldn’t even finish his sentence before he got cut off by Riddle.

“OFF. WITH. HER. HEAD!” A red-faced Riddle yelled out, pointing at you. Your eyes widen in horror as you saw everyone rushing over to you. Your legs finally got the danger signal sent from your brain after a second and you ran again, back into the garden maze, trying to get away from the rampaging queen and his subordinates.

“Wait, guys! This is all a mistake!” You frantically yelled, hoping that your words could reach your friends’ ears. Yet, you were ignored.

As you ran through the maze, Ace and Deuce could be blocking your path from time to time, forcing you to take another turn.

Cater with his clones can be found almost everywhere! Yet you still avoided them thanks to your quick and nimble self.

Trey and Riddle were always on your tail, so you couldn’t afford to slow down either.

So you continued to run, navigating your way in the garden maze, trying to shake off your supposed friends. It wasn’t long before you had turned into a long pathway, with a door at the end? No, wait, that door was the exact same door that you had talked to at the very beginning. That must be the exit! So, you immediately picked up your pace and ran to the door at full speed.

“Please! I have to get out before I get beheaded!” You panicked as you reached the door.

“What do you mean? You are outside!” The door replied to you, you stared at it in disbelief.

“What?” You questioned.

“See for yourself.” And the door let you peek through his keyhole. On the other side of the door, was you sleeping in your bed at Ramshackle Dorm!

“I’m asleep?” You questioned yourself as you peered through the keyhole.

“DON’T LET HER ESCAPE! OFF WITH HER HEAD!” Yelled Riddle as he, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce and alongside other Heartslabyul members ran towards you at full speed.

“(Y/N)! Wake up! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You frantically yelled to yourself as your vision slowly blurred itself, to the point where you could only see darkness. You were getting dizzy, however, shouts of your name can still be heard.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!”

You opened your eyes to see Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce and Grim around your bed. Ace and Deuce each had a hand on one of your shoulders and they were shaking you ever so lightly.

“(Y/N), you’re awake!” Ace yelled out. You were still confused, your head was still spinning quick and you were in a daze.

It wasn’t until your eyes landed on Riddle again, making you remember all the events that happened in your dream. Your eyes immediately widen as you remembered.

“PLEASE DON’T CUT OFF MY HEAD!!!!” You yelled as you shot up from your bed, your hands immediately flailing to cover your head.

“I… Uh… Wasn’t going to?” Riddle questioned you, with a confused look on his face.

“(Y/N)-chan, why would Riddle cut off your head if you didn’t do anything wrong?” Cater asked you, laughing slightly.

“I…” You started, confused as you yourself didn’t really know what had happened. You remember all the events ever so clearly, yet, it was all only a dream? But, it felt so surreal.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Deuce asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, I’m… Alright…” You replied your friend with a smile. “What are you all doing here though?” You questioned your Heartslabyul friends.

“We need to make tarts for the un-birthday party that’s happening in two weeks, remember? We figured we’d drop by to fetch you.” Ace said.

“The ghosts informed us that you weren’t awake yet, and we didn’t really want to wake you up, but then Dorm Leader Rosehearts, Clover-senpai and Diamond-senpai arrived as well.” Deuce continued.

“We were waiting in the common room, but then we saw Grim-chan running towards us.” Cater said.

“It wasn’t like you to wake up after Grim, so we asked him what’s going on.” Said Trey.

“Only then we found out that you were in a deep sleep and we tried to wake you up.” Riddle said, ending the story.

“Oh… Right… Well, give me a few moments and I’ll join you in the common room.” You said and everyone nodded as they left your room.

“Hmm…What a peculiar dream indeed…” You muttered to yourself as you prepared yourself for the day.

~Bonus!~

A little ‘ding’ sound can be heard in the common kitchen of Heartslabyul, signaling that the goods inside the oven were ready to be served. Trey pulled out all the goods that you and your friends had prepared.

Everything just looked so tasty and mouthwatering! You couldn’t help but drool slightly at the baked goods that laid in front of you.

“Well? Have a taste everyone!” Trey said as you, Ace, Deuce and Grim did a cheer and grabbed small pieces of desserts for yourselves. One bite of the dessert was enough to send you to cloud nine. You savored the flavor in your mouth before taking another bite.

“These taste great Trey-senpai!” You said to the vice dorm leader of Heartslabyul. In return, the latter smiled at you.

“Glad you like them (Y/N).” He said.

“Hehehe, (Y/N)’s right mew know? Trey’s sweets are always purr-fect!” A figure appeared beside you, chomping down on a dessert. You, Ace, Deuce, Grim and Cater let out a small yelp as you all were greeted with a floating head at first.

“C-Che’nya!” Riddle exclaimed, surprised that his childhood friend was there. Che’nya then slowly let his whole body fully appear.

“How did you manage to sneak your way in this time?” Trey asked his friend.

“I have my ways~nya!” Che’nya replied as he grabbed another tart to eat.

“Always unpredictable.” Trey said, shaking his head and going to chat with his dorm members.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and looked to the source of the crash, you.

Shards of broken china surrounded your feet, as you stood there, frozen like a statue.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Ace frantically asked you.

“A-Ah… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay, it’s just a plate, we’ll clean it up in no time.” Deuce said, cutting you off and giving you a small pat on your back.

“(Y/N), I think you should rest for now, you look pale and you don’t seem like yourself.” Riddle said, worried for you, you gave him a small smile as a response.

“Alright, I think I should go back to my dorm, once again, I’m sorry everyone.” You said, bowing your head and left the kitchen as quick as you can.

All of that wouldn’t have happened in the first place, you know?

And it was all because Che’nya had whispered a sentence to you.

“See (Y/N)? I told you the queen would be mad about you.”

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guacameowle · 5 years ago

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Jumin Han’s Bad End 2 DLC - Notes / Opinion

Y’all know me. I have to take notes for everything I play or read or watch. I can’t help it. Here we have Jumin Han’s Bad End 2 DLC. The infamous bad end. The red shoes bad end. The “kinky” bad end, to some. Not my favorite bad end, but a memorable one. With that said, let’s dive in! Spoilers ahead!

Episode 1

This DLC has multiple endings! Interesting. Depending on how I answer will determine which end I get. This has me thinking there may be a way to get Jumin back onto a healthier relationship track? I will eventually aim to achieve both endings, though.

Jumin’s hand is fucking HUGE. MASSIVE. WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING HIM? Please hold while I scream at Kristan (jalaqueeno) about this. Holy shit.

It’s been one month since Jumin went to work. One whole month! Mr. Jumin Workaholic Han hasn’t gone to work in ONE MONTH! This man has made it his sole mission to keep you locked up & stay with you. Dude, like… why are you so obsessed with me~?

MANSION? They’re not in the penthouse anymore? I mean… there are worse cages to be kept in.

I am absolutely playing the answers that subtly suggest I am not ok with this new forced live-in situation.

HE’S TRACKING HOW MANY STEPS I’VE TAKEN. Wait until this man finds out I hate walking the mile…

Jumin continues to call this a game. Says he has a therapist on standby. Does he know that HE can use the therapist? In fact, I highly recommend it.

He says you can leave at any time. Color me suspicious. I don’t believe him for one second. How far is this “game” going?

MY PRECIOUS BABY DARLING SWEETIE PIE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD WHOLESOME BEAUTY PERFECT CUPCAKE ELIZABETH 3RD HAS ARRIVED!

According to Jaehee, MC has been with Jumin for two months now.

Interesting how Jaehee makes a point to mention the mansion being untouched as this is where Jumin keeps his childhood toys. He brought you where he keeps his toys. Does he really see all of this as a game & you’re a toy? Can he snap out of it if you call for the game to end, or will there be backlash?

Some of these answer choices feel tricky. I’m trying to gently weasel my way out of this “game” without hurting anyone.

“Don’t say that to my master.” Listen, Jumin is my favorite man in this game, but that answer option physically made me cringe. Me? Call a man master? I could never. Not me. Not this bitch.

Wow. Ok. All this stuff with Jumin’s mom is moving fast. I can already see if he actually does lose her, it may make him hold onto MC that much more/harder. Maybe.

Woah woah woah. I know Jumin is acting a little suspicious & out of sorts, BUT AIN’T NO ONE MARRYING HIM EXCEPT ME. ALL RIGHT? I’ll fight. I know where to get a bomb…

Excuse me? A fitness trainer? Yeah........ about that. I’m going to have to leave. Sorry this situation didn’t work out between us Juju. Best of luck, though!

Episode 2

My room is kind of cute! Wait, why the fuck aren’t Jumin & I sharing a room? If I’m locked up & tracked, you better believe I’m sleeping next to that dick.

Send a message to space? The fuck?

Oh. Duh.

“I heard that obsession comes from anxiety.” DING DING DING DING.

Omg Seven. You can’t just ask me to open my box. I’m seeing another man...

LONG HAIRED JUMIN?????

Jumin really didn’t have one woman in his life who wasn’t cold or weird to him. I know we already knew from his route he had a difficult upbringing. But I hadn’t expected them to dive into that aspect for this DLC but I can see how there’s the connection.

I told him I wanted to be alone to see if he’d respect boundaries.

OH SHIT THAT CHAPTER ENDED SO QUICK. DID I FUCK UP?!

Episode 3

So are we meant to see this adult Jumin, playing this “game” with MC, as him regressing within himself & falling back to enjoying fantasy? Avoiding reality? Something he didn’t allow himself to do as an actual child? He didn’t understand why people indulge in magic, fantasy, make-believe as a kid. Now he’s vastly overshot the mark to the point that this fantasy life with MC has become his “reality.”

DO NOT GIVE THIS BABY BOY WINE, I SWEAR TO GOD.

Omg. Little Jumin is so cute. I will fight everyone to protect him.

This woman done fucked up. Look at this child, you’ve given him anxiety. He doesn’t know if you want him to be mechanical or a normal kid. Jesus. All this Work Work Work No Emotion Work Only No Feelings bullshit is her fault. Jumin’s only doing what he was taught. He was told this is all he’s good for, all he was meant for.

“I feel like I am a tool. Sometimes I want to be treated like a son.” STOP. IF THIS GAME MAKES ME CRY. I’M GONNA FIGHT SOMEONE.

IF Y’ALL DON’T GIVE THIS LITTLE BOY THE LOVE & AFFECTION & CARE HE DESERVES

Jumin is obsessed with grape juice. Grows up to be obsessed with wine. Y’all made him an alcoholic.

“I am not like her. I will not be cold. I will be warm to my family…” JUMIIIIIN. THIS LITTLE BOY IS TRYING SO HARD! IT IS POSSIBLE JUMIN! AIM FOR YOUR GOOD & NORMAL ENDINGS!

SLEEPY JUMIN HAN CG

OH FUCK

OH FUCK ME

OH HELLO HUSBAND GODDAMN YOU LOOKIN’ CUTE AS FUCK

LET ME HOLD YOU JUMIN. YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED & HELD & CARED FOR!

I think you have to choose the answers that gently pry you away from Jumin? He can’t force this relationship. It can’t be controlled by him. It isn’t a game. He needs to come to that realization, but he’s really not making that connection...

“I have never been involved in a deal outside a form of give-and-take.” Oh, that hurt. He doesn’t trust you to stay with him unless he can offer you something? His money/extravagance/keeping you in this “game” you started with him & him playing into it is what he has to do to keep you with him.

“Please show me that you love me. I want to know what love is.” Insert Explicit MC x Jumin Fanfic Here. I’ll show you, Jumin. I’ll show you all night long.

*Jumin snuggled closer* In my own personal canon, that means we FUCKED. SLOWLY. GENTLY. ROMANTICALLY.

Episode 4

The creepy lullaby music started up. Shit is about to go down.

Omg is this butler going to lock me in the basement?

Lmao did I fuck up with the “what’s a cage doing here?” reply? How was I supposed to know there wasn’t actually a cage there? No Jumin, I don’t want a cage. …. at least not for me, but we can discuss that later.

SHE WOULD LOCK HIM IN THE BASEMENT? That’s it. I’m fighting everyone. Stay behind me Jumin, I’ll protect you.

“Let me talk to her! I’d like a word with her!” LET ME AT HER, JUMIN. I HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY. SHE’S DYING. I HAVE A SHORT WINDOW. LET ME AT HER.

Not little boy Jumin Shawshank Redemptioning his way out of the basement omggggg

JUMIN YOU WANNA FUCK? NOW? This man is sending me through whirlwind of emotions.

OH SHIT. I’m torn between the “whisper in his ear” option or the “let’s change our roles for just today” because as y’all may know, I enjoy being in charge.

Me: “Let’s change our roles…” Jumin: “Uhhh maybe we should leave.” Darling, you know you’re a submissive. It’s ok. No judgement.

FADE TO BLAAAAACK. THEY FUCKIN’.

I’M HOOTIN’ & HOLLERING. After the fade the black I said I would stay in my own clothes & Jumin says, “They’re dirtier than you would think.” DID THIS MAN JUST CUM EVERYWHERE? LMAAAOOOO

Happy End!

Ayyy we did it, lads! Unlocked the happy ending first. Even though we already gave Jumin a happy ending in that basement, you know what I’m sayin’~

LMFAOOOOO JUMIN STILL CAN’T DRIVE LMFAOOOO

Wait, turned our backs on everything? How the fuck is this the happy end? Happy for who? Jumin?

So… what the fuck was that?

The good ending just reenforces this “only us” narrative? The good ending is that this “game” Jumin & MC are playing doesn’t end? Nothing resolves. He doesn’t mend any relationships. There’s no healing or moving on. He exerts more of his control on MC & takes more drastic measures to ensure they’re together.

WAIT. DID WE JUST FUCKING ABANDON ELIZABETH 3RD TOO? ABSOLUTELY NOT. THIS ENDING SUCKS. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? FUCK THAT. PISS OFF, JUMIN HAN. I WON’T HAVE THAT BULLSHIT. YOU DID NOT JUST TURN INTO A PET ABANDONER RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING FACE. I HATE IT. NO. I’M OUT.

The CG was hot, though. Jumin in black on black on black? AND GLOVES?! Hell yeah. That’s a whole meal right there. Delicious.

Episode 1 (Attempt 2)

Well, time to try to get the bad end (????) now I guess. Maybe the bad end is that this game of their’s actually does break. That’s what I’m hoping for at least.

Jumin already making jokes about switching roles. Jumin, my love. I am more than happy - extremely willing & eager actually - to be in charge here.

Pretending to want all of this ‘being a possession’ nonsense is making me uncomfyyyy.

Episode 2 (Attempt 2)

“Do something Jumin wouldn’t like” Lmaooo it calls Zen. HAHAHAHAHA

I think Zen’s voice acting is some of the most expressive, in this whole game.

Ah, so then I guess turning on the computer let’s you talk to Yoosung.

Not Jumin deliberately cutting my call. The audacity.

Jumin, possessiveness can sometimes be cute. But in this case, I’m not having it. Not interested.

All the toys in the world didn’t keep Jumin entertained. BUT THIS PUSSY DOES.

Episode 3 (Attempt 2)

Flew through that one just choosing the options I didn’t choose before. Didn’t seem to glean any new information except the fact that Jumin no longer has a desire to form a family, says it entirely depends on how badly MC wants a family. Continues that narrative of, if MC wants it, he will provide it... to keep her.

Episode 4 (Attempt 2)

So we’re just going to leave gold bars in that safe?

Happy End Again????

It says I got Happy End again, even though I chose entirely different answers & went along with being Jumin’s possession...

OH WAIT, IT IS DIFFERENT!

I can’t believe my first meeting with Jumin’s mother is after he rawed me in the basement & had me put on a fantasy fairy tale princess dress to make our escape. Omfg. Ma’am, your son’s cum is still dripping out of me, please give me a few minutes to freshen up first. Goddamn.

Jumin’s mom is named Carolyn!

I can’t believe I’m in the middle of a family argument while Jumin’s cum glues my thighs together.

She ain’t sick. She’s lying. I’m calling it.

“Simple - make him soft” Jumin: “Like mashed potato?” LIKE MASHED POTATO? FIRST OF ALL, JUMIN SAYING ‘MASHED POTATO’ IS SO FUCKING CUTE I WANNA SCREAM. Secondly I meant, make him soft as in help him let down some barriers & let people in.

“I heard sons are psychologically bound to be attracted to women reminiscent of their mothers.” Ok yes, that may be true but you don’t have to remind me. Bleh. Stop.

“If my consort is to leave me one day, I will be scarred for the rest of my life.” I am sad for him. So sad.

ONE BILLION, TO BREAK UP WITH JUMIN? WOMAN, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE.

The “mind if I touch it” option fucking sent me. I’m laughing so hard. It is 1am. I might wake up my neighbor! I chose the “…..” option though. I’m sticking with Jumin through this. Let’s see what happens.

… I’ll loop back & choose the money if I can though to see what chaos occurs.

“This is exactly what people mean when they say, ‘So not cool.’” JUMIN. NOW IS NOT THE TIME LMFAOOOO

Jumin went back to work. All right, that’s progress. He renovated the basement on a happier note. Ok ok, small progress.

“Now I wish to paint this entire place with our love.” TIME TO CHRISTEN EVERY ROOM WITH SEEEEX

THAT CG!!!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!!! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!!!

Looping back to choose more options for this episode...

CALLED JUMIN’S MOM AN OLD HAG & JUMIN LIKED WHEN I DID THAT LMAOOOO. I would like to call her a lot of things.

Final thoughts:

Long story short (too late), this DLC reenforces that this is a Bad Ending path, in which you won’t find a fix for Jumin, won’t find a way to get him back on track to his true good end. And that’s ok! This is a bad end after all! Though both endings are listed as “good” or “happy” endings, they’re still set in this twisted relationship, this weak form of love, Jumin believes is real. He calls it a game, says a therapist is on standby, says MC can leave any time she wants, yet when she chooses options that distances herself, suggests Jumin pay more attention to something other than her, or shows she’d like more freedom, he immediately blocks that path in some way. Even when choosing all the options that don’t give in to the plaything/being controlled role, the conclusion is Jumin reenforcing his control harder - you both escape together to be alone, neglecting everyone & everything in your life, & Jumin insists all he has to do is take care of you in various ways - to give you everything - to keep you with him. Even following the confrontation with Jumin’s mother & turning down the option to leave Jumin for money, it shows how far Jumin will go to keep MC. He truly believes he has to provide everything (money, security, possessions, etc.) in exchange for her love, her company, her willingness to be with him. This man has slowly been broken over & over again over the course of his life & he’s finally given in to these poor teachings & selfish encouragements, & has convinced himself what he’s found is full love where he provides anything & everything to keep MC’s interest in him. A clear give & take relationship. A contract. A game. And he’s not about to let that go.

Personally, while this path isn’t my favorite for Jumin, I was still absolutely impressed with the two different ways they had this particular Bad End play out. An emotional read from start to finish & back again.

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