#yes cliche title is a go

[fastasyoucant]

⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ downhearted blues | annie oneshot

content | wlw. blackfem!reader (men dni). this is soooo cliche but idgaf. consumption of wine. not proofread.

The SmokeStack Twins had opened a juke joint after their seven-year hiatus. They had hit big and bought a mill. Ever since then, Stack wouldn't stop pestering you about singing at the juke.

“C’mon,” he pleaded, “It’s only gon’ be for a few nights. Just to get the party goin’.” He wasn’t one to beg, a con man like him wouldn’t dare to try. But now this was Elias asking, not Stack.

You had known the twins since you were younger, since you even found out your voice. Which is why he put so much trust in you. So you bit the bullet.

“Smoke gon’ be on my ass ‘bout bein’ late.” Stack honked the horn, rushing you out of the house. He was sitting in the driver seat, his red hat perfectly sat on his head.

“M’sorry Stack, I took’a nap an’ I lost track’a time.” You shook your head and hopped in.

Stack sped down the road, past the fields, and into the lot of the juke joint. “Lessgo, you got ‘bout ten minutes. Then you on that stage.” He hurdled over the car door and made his way in.

You saw Cornbread posted at the door, standing guard for the joint. “I just know that ain’t Tookie!” He removed his hat and slapped it on his knee.

“Hey, Cornbread!” You placed your hands on your hips, inadvertently mimicking his stance.

“You comin’ tuh sing fo’ us?”

“Yes sir! I gotta get me uh drink fo’ I get up there!”

“Got-dawg… you can drink now? Time be flyin’… Gon’ in there an’ get you a drink then.”

Club Juke had come alive, caught with the spirit that wasn’t holy; the joint didn’t need your help to start a party. But you were already there, so it’d be a waste of time to get up and leave.

Stack led you to the bar, getting the attention of the bartender. Her eyes met yours, looking at you with a precious smile.

“Get her some wine,” he said over the music. “Imma come back when they need yuh.” Stack spoke and walked off from you.

You stood by the bar, ignoring the stool to avoid messing up your dress. The bartender had already started on getting your drink, her painted nails dancing along the handle as the wine poured into the glass.

“You sure you old enough to drink?” She passed the glass of wine to you, her brow raised.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m gon need it… I'm fixin’ to go up there.” You turned your head, taking a sip of your drink. You've never had any wine this good, never had any drink that good.

“Mhm,” the bartender affirmed when she saw your face. “This the good wine… from Chicago.”

“A glass an’ a half get ya’ nice n’ warm.”

She didn’t need to convince you, few seconds later the glass was empty. You slid it back to her, she filled the glass with no problem. “Careful, you gon be jivin’ off the stage…”

You were mindful to the words given.

“Whasya name?” Annie questioned, leaning up against the counter. Her intimates nearly welling over the neck of her dress.

“y/n. Yours?”

“Annie.”

You were awkward in this moment, but that began to melt away sip after sip of your drink. You were halfway through the glass before Stack came to get you.

“Time.” He nudged before snatching you away from Annie. Guiding you through the room to the stage, your hand hooked onto his as you stepped up the stairs.

You made your way onto the stage, your eyes fixed on the crowd. You noticed Smoke standing by a pillar. He looked right at you and nodded. Gesturing to you that there wasn’t a thing to be scared of.

A warm feeling set in your body, settling over the last bits of anxiety. You looked at Slim, mouthing the title of the song you were hoping he knew how to play.

He played the first few notes of the song for your confirmation. You bobbed your head quick before introducing yourself, keeping it short.

Once Slim started to play, you immediately got into the groove. You didn’t smile, you didn’t try to amplify the audience. You did what you came up there to do.

You covered the stage in your footsteps as you sang on about a past lover. A past female lover. They didn't catch the innuendos and the figurative language as they were in their own worlds.

But Annie did.

She understood every metaphor. She knew those emotions firsthand, and by the way you were performing, you knew too. Although they weren’t your words, you felt it all the same.

Stack was right, people did like your voice, the way you portrayed the lyrics with such conviction. You caught many women and men going ‘I know that’s right’ and ‘Wooooo…’

You rushed off the stage, not spending any time getting back to the bar.

“You sounded good up there. I ain’t expect that to come outta you.”

“Thank you, Annie.”

There was a beat before she spoke again.

“Who is she?”

Annie had been listening to you, listening so hard she knew what you were really singing about.

“Uhm… It ain’t my story, Miss… I’m just tellin’ a tale.”

“Don’t mean you don’t feel that way.”

“That’s a story fo’ another time. When I can say ma alphabet backwards.” You joked, your body felt light as you plopped down onto the stool. Not really caring for your dress’s appearance.

You couldn’t stop staring at her. No matter how hard you tried, your glossy eyes kept trickling down. Hyper-focused on the beads neatly sitting between her breasts.

“You must’ve moved on pretty quick…” She joked, catching where the line of sight had fallen.

“I’m sorry, Miss…” You spoke with shame.

“Don’t apologize… I was lookin’ at you the same way when you was up on that stage.” She admitted, differently from you. As if she were proud that she watched you on the stage with different intentions than the others.

Annie didn't say anything; she had said all she needed. She let her fingers glide around the rim. The music in the joint shifted, slower now, a croon thick like molasses pouring out of the speakers.

"Miss Annie, you don't mind dancin', do you?"

Annie only smiled, like she had been waiting since you walked up to the bar. "Not at all."

[rays-animorphs]

The dynamic between Ax and Jake is really something.

"Prince Jake"/"don't call me prince"/"yes, Prince Jake."

"I don't really understand how this human/American thing of having a leader with no authority works, so I'm going to project my expectations of military hierarchy onto you. We're going to have a relationship on my culture's terms."

"No, we're going to have a relationship on MY culture's terms, where I only have the power that my teammates decide to give me and they never actually have to do what I want and I can't do anything about it. You have to respect a request to call me the way I want to be called by the terms of my culture."

"Hmm, well you're my commanding officer by Andalite military standards so I have to do what you say, but also by those standards you can't absolve yourself of that role, so tough shit, prince. I will do (more or less) anything you tell me to, but I won't change my understanding of what our dynamic is because Andalite princes don't actually get to just turn over the entire military hierarchy so you don't get to do that either. And also, I want our relationship to exist on my culture's terms, and not yours."

And "prince" has such a romantic feel to it, very Chronicles of Narnia. I imagine some part of Jake LOVES being called "prince". It's such a status thing, and who doesn't like status? But at the same time, setting aside what "prince" actually means to Andalites, Americans don't have "princes". Not having princes (or kings or queens or hereditary titled nobility or any of that) is kind of the whole American deal, it's what America is, so Jake can't be a prince and also get a good grade in Being An American (something that is normal to want and possible to achieve.) And I think Jake cares a great deal about being a good American.

So he can't just not act like a prince (it's not enough that he calls for votes on big decisions and basically lets things go without consequences when the other kids go off and do their own thing or deliberately do things he told them not to do) he has to tell Ax to not call him a prince, over and over again.

At first I was mildly annoyed that Applegate went and did the very cliche thing of having a somewhat diverse team but making a white boy in charge, because there is ALWAYS a white boy in charge, and while that's still a relevant media critique in general, I do think Applegate at least did some interesting things with having a white boy in charge. Because...you can tell Jake was raised (is being raised, he's not done yet) with the expectation that he's likely to end up in some kind of leader/power role in society, and all the adventure stories with a white boy leader that talk about what it means to be a GOOD leader, he internalized all that, he knew it was aimed at him, he's got the American equivalent of noblesse oblige in spades, he's got a very strong internal sense of what abusing his power would look like and he wants, really badly, to NOT abuse his power. (And wow, this would be a different story if the Animorphs had coalesced around a leader who didn't have that ethic.)

And just like El in the Scholomance trilogy is wary of taking even the first step on the road to becoming an evil sorceress of great destruction, Jake is wary of taking even the first step to being a dictator, the road that ends with him going "I'm making all the decisions here and you all have to do what I say or else." (Which might well have caused the end of the Animorphs and therefor lost the war to the Yeerks, if he had done that.) So he has to say no to the title, over and over.

[kimingyuslover]

Missed Connections

Synopsis : You swear you can tolerate anything because this is an unwanted marriage to him, but why's this one hurts so much?

Word count : 2,716 and some change

pairing : Choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre : arranged marriage!au, contract marriage!au, strangers to *** ***** ***** to exes, angst, slight fluff.

Warnings : angst, tears, italic means person on the other side of the phone & message, chaebol!reader, chaebol!seungcheol, ceo!reader, ceo!seungcheol (not mentioned), like 1 curse word, implied cheating? (Seungcheol goes on a date because his toxic friends say so), Seungcheol is a jerk boo 🍅🍅, mentions of pregnancy (reader is pregnant), mom!reader, slight Joshua x reader, this fic does not represent his character in real life!

★ yes, i cried while writing this, Seungcheol's sucks

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The sun peeked through the window of his bedroom, which once was shared with you. He opens his eyes groggily, his eyes adjusting the sunlight that goes to his eyes.

Surprise, it's a word that will describe his expression right now, seeing a divorce file on his nightstand with a pen on top of the paper, lying peacefully waiting to be used by him.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles with his raspy and sleepy voice.

He thinks he might be dreaming, that when he sleeps again and opens his eyes, you're on his side while he's hugging you tightly, his morning will start with your kisses and this all was just in his head.

But it's not. When he slaps his cheek, it hurts. It feels so real.

And then, when he realised that the divorce file was real, he hurriedly searched for his phone, wanting to call the person he knew so well but also didn't.

“The divorce paper, you've already signed it? i'll pick up my stuff and take the paper with my lawyer” you said on the other side, voice sounding so enchanting but so cold, like he never heard before.

Your voice usually sounds like it's coated with warmth and sweetness, but now it's just filled with coldness.

he forgot when he first saw you, you were given the cliche title ‘ice queen’ by the employees.

“Why’s there a divorce paper on my nightstand? Why are you not here? In the bed, with me” Seungcheol said, hurt evident in his voice.

“What do you think seungcheol? you're finally free, you can go out as much as you want with your so-called friends, you don't have to worry that head more, our company will still be concerted, and the best part, you can go freely with that woman of yours” Seungcheol furrowed his eyebrows with confusion.

“Why–

you cut him off before he even speaks, “i call off our arranged marriage, Seungcheol. you said it yourself, that you, Mr. Choi, does not want this marriage from the first you saw me, and that was proven when I saw you with a woman, in a fancy restaurant, just both of you, not with anyone else and I learned the fact that your friends told you to do that.

Our arguments will lead to one of us leaving the house that once you promised we'll build together with love, and I just have to be patient. When I saw you with her, I realised that was the beginning of our marriage's downfall, so I made the decision that would not leave negative comments from everybody else, so your company will not have a backlash from the stockholders even if it's hurting me in the process.

You promised me, Choi Seungcheol. to take care of me, try to love me, and even have the audacity to tell me to be patient with your heart. I've done all of that, but what you have given me is just aching in my heart over and over again.

My friends already told me that this marriage was bad for me and will hurt me in the end, but I'm blinded by your love bombing act, and I was so naive that I thought you will ever love me back, that we will have a happy family, with 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. we'll live anywhere i want, you said back then.

Do you know how much I cried that night? when I saw you with her, and when I knew that you and me would never have the happy family we once planned?

That day, I was going to tell you about me getting pregnant, but I guess fate doesn't want us to be together because they know it’s better for me to hurt now than later.

Tomorrow will be the last time i'm going to go there, and the final court will be the last time I saw you” after finishing the words that you've planned to give him right when he calls you, you hung up the phone, not giving him any chance to replied because you know, when you heard his voice your heart will hurt more.

Seungcheol drops his phone onto his bed sheet. He tries to recall the memory, and when he does, there's a hard pang in his heart.

regret started to fill up his figure, and he rushed towards the bathroom to take a shower.

He's planning to meet you today to talk about your marriage, hopefully not for the last time.

“Is Mrs. Choi here?” Seungcheol said to the receptionist at your company.

She hesitates at first, then starts to speak, “i'm sorry, but it's Ms. Hong and she does not want anybody, especially you, Mr. Choi to go to her” she says.

Seungcheol has tried to call you again and again and again, determined to fix the marriage he ruined.

and his heart hurts even more when he reads your chatroom. It's him who sent the last message, and you left him on read.

You know what? you're too naive, too invested in our relationship, and that's why it's not working. Can't you be more patient? i have my own things to do

He knew he was being a jerk when he sent that to you, but back then, he's heating up because of your arguments that are constantly happening.

Tears start to fall from his eyes, all you need is love, to which he promised will give you his, he should be grateful that you still give chance after chance even though you know that he will still be like that.

he drives to your penthouse, your summer house, your cabin, and even your house, but you're not there.

as he went to his car with disappointment on his face, someone called his name.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” He freezes and it hurts. You usually call him with terms of endearment, but now you just call him by his name, which he hates so much if it's coming from your mouth.

Seungcheol runs to you. Wanted to hug you, but he halted his plan when he saw you looking at him like you used to before he was introduced by your parents as your soon-to-be husband, so cold with no emotion behind that oculus of yours.

He explains everything, telling you that his friend makes him go on lunch with the woman you saw. He even goes as far as kneeling in front of you.

“But you still go on a date with her? Even when you don't want to? i've said it to you countless times. i can tolerate anything because this is an arranged marriage, but cheating is an exception” you said while looking down at him because of his position. You don't even bother to usher him to get up from his knees. Seungcheol frowns at your words, but you're right. When his friend told him, he could refuse it, but he didn't.

His words caught up on his throat. He can't say anything anymore, because at the end of the day, he knew that his action was so sinful because for god damn sake, he's married to you!

“You're funny, Choi Seungcheol” You left him kneeling on the ground while going back to your car. You managed to hold your tears in front of him because you're not willing to let your tears fall for a boy who's not even a man.

When you're already gone with your car, Seungcheol gets up to his knees, and he realises that he hasn't even asked about the baby.

“Don't worry, my love, mommy will protect you, no matter what” you said while caressing your baby bump.

It's been approximately 4 months of your pregnancy, and 4 months since you're not on the same roof with Seungcheol.

You know you'll stress out yourself if you stay in that house, and you can't risk that.

You've been staying in a hotel for the past months, but luckily for you, your sister-in-law has a 5 star hotel, so you won't have to search for it.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

The first court is today, and you're going there with your lawyer and your sister-in-law (Soo-jung) because she says she wants to help you, and you thanked her for that.

You show up with a white dress, black blazer, your Jimmy choo pumps, and white birkin as the cherry on top.

Seungcheol saw you with adoration in his eyes, thinking, Why can't he see you like this when your marriage is still there?

He doesn't want to make eye contact with anyone with you and yourself, but when he does make an eye contact with Soo-jung or you he will divert his eyes to look somewhere that isn't you or her.

He's scared, what even your family will think about his family, about him? after he hurt you and you being pregnant was not helping.

Now it's your final court. This time, you dress differently, you're wearing white shorts, a brown thin belt, soft-pink Ralph Lauren button-up, a white lady dior, and a white slingback kitten heels with your baby bump that's already showing.

He feels guilt start building up in his body when the judge knocks his hammer three times, and he's trying his best not to spill his tears every second now.

he hears several footsteps going to him when he looks at you with his tear filled eyes.

you open your mouth while crossing your hands in front of your chest, then you speak, “Take care of your health, don't eat junk food like you liked to, this baby will get a new father soon, but i will still introduce you to them”

As soon as you finish your sentence, you start to walk away with your lawyer, brother, and sister-in-law (who gives him a disappointed and angry look).

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

It's been years since your divorce, but Seungcheol is still a mess. He can't blame anyone but himself for this one.

After the divorce, he cut all of his friends who told him to go on a date that day. He’s in denial for years, even when he knows that they're giving a bad influence to him.

He goes on a lot of interviews, and he never fails to mention you in his interview, hoping you will see him on tv shows and better yet, with his child.

You, on the other hand, are already living your best life with your son, you’ve given birth to him 4 and a half years ago, and now he's your most favorite person in this universe.

You decide to move to Switzerland when Minjun– your son (Hong Minjun, Edward Hong) turns 1 year old.

There you met Minjun's dad, who happens to have the same surname as yours, Joshua Hong or Hong Jisoo because that's his Korean name.

You hesitate at first to be in a commitment because of your past, but Joshua makes it clear that you can trust him, and everything will be fine.

Joshua is a gentleman, a man who you dreamed off everytime you doze off, a man of words and action, and you really want Minjun to be like him when he's older.

Minjun characteristics start showing up lately, and just as you expected, he's already being a mini gentleman to you, and the manner that you and Joshua taught him is prominent with his actions and words.

You're proud of him, and you finally get your highest dream.

Having a happy family has been your dream for as long as you can remember, even when Joshua's not Minjun's biological father, but he acts like one and Minjun, too, acts like Joshua's biological son.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Joshua decided that this month he and you will go back to Korea for the Christmas holiday, because for the last 3 years it's always been your family to come to Switzerland.

You can't forget how happy your parents and your brother's family look when they see you coming home with Minjun and Joshua.

“I miss my daughter so much. How have you been, sweetheart?” your mother said while hugging you, which you replied with a ‘i'm fine, mother’ and a wide smile on your face.

The next day, you're going to have a visit to your company in Seoul, and so you bring Minjun with you because Joshua is having a meeting and probably will be back at dawn.

“Minjun, are you excited to see mommy's office?” you ask Minjun when the light goes red, which Minjun replies with an excited nod and wide grins, “yes! I am so excited!” Minjun said with Korean and an accent.

The security, receptionist and your workers still remember you, they even try to get in a conversation with Minjun which brings a smile to your face.

“Minjun, will you wait here in Mommy's office while Mommy is getting our lunch?” you said while crothed to his height and holding both of his tiny hands.

Minjun nodded at your words, “can i play with secretary Jeon Mommy?” he asked, and this time it's your turn to nod your head, “yes, you can”

You already told your secretary to watch Minjun, so you don't need to worry.

You walk to the café near your company building, it's been your favorite place since you moved to this branch of your company.

When you get your order, you take a seat on the side of the road.

Not so long after, there's someone who sat in front of you, and when you saw him you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” The same question from those years threw Seungcheol off guard, the bad memories he never wants to remember.

“This used to be, or is it still your favorite place to go for lunch, and i miss you so i came here, what i didn't expect is you're going to be here” Seungcheol said, there's defeated plastered on his face.

“How's your life?” You begin, so the tension can be lowered a bit.

“Messed up, after our divorce. How's yours?” he replied with simplicity.

“Amazing. He's 4 and a half now, his name is Hong Minjun and since i'm not living in Korea he uses his foreign name too, Edward Hong” you said referring to the baby you carried when you're getting a divorce with him.

“Where is he?”

“Playing with secretary Jeon”

“I think i can't do this anymore, I'm sorry, i was an asshole back then. I swear I changed! just give me a chance, please” Desperate sounds so clear, and you look at him in disapproval.

“I have given you chances, over and over, but you throw it away like it meant nothing”

Even after you replied to him with that, he still begged you to come back to him, tears in his eyes mirroring how desperate he is.

He is still doing it until someone calls your name and a little boy runs to you, calling you mommy.

That's when he realised in front of him is his son, that he failed to protect.

And when he gets up when he sees you do the same, he turns his head to the man who calls your name.

There's when his heart drops to his stomach, thoughts running a hundred miles per hour, thinking of the worst scenario in his head, that the man in front of him is your—

“Y/n's husband, Joshua Hong”

Your husband, and that means he never got the chance to make you his anymore.

The tension can be seen by anyone passing by, an ex-husband who hurt his ex-wife deeply, and the current husband who treats his wife like a princess.

Joshua breaks the awkward silence after Seungcheol introduces himself with, “Let’s go, my love, your mother sends a location to the restaurant we're going to eat for lunch” with a smile that Seungcheol swears he wants to rip from Joshua’s kind face.

You replied to Joshua with a smile, and you three excuses yourself from Seungcheol and went to Joshua’s car.

Seungcheol had his heart broken again, and the reason is still the same.

You.

Oh, there's addition for the cause of his broken heart.

You and Minjun.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Note

Hey guys I just left college for winter break, so sorry if my daily posts have not been happening. Don't worry about it as I will catch up and I'm working on some special short fics and I will put a poll down if you guys would like a continuous fic and some ideas I've had.

Option 1: You wake up in a bed with no memories and a nun comes in to explain that you had complications with your health that made you lose your memories. You find out you are in a cute small town and everyone there is quite friendly, especially the head priest of the church. However, you start looking into the religion and find that one of the two gods they worshipped looked a whole lot like you. People go missing, you have strange dreams, and everyone seems to be hiding something. There will only be four love interests everyone else in the cult is platonic yanderes for you.

Option 2: You hated this one anime you watch with a long title like "I'm a loser geek and I was reincarnated as the Emperor with a Harem". It's so cliche with multiple gorgeous and talented women (and some men) falling in love with the main character. The main character in question is a painfully average looking with a rotten perverted and entitled personality. Unfortunately, on a plane flight to your home country the plane crashes killing you and everyone on the plane. You wake up in a world that is not your own as...a member of that fucking guy's harem. You refuse to remain in this humiliating spot and begin plotting for the throne. However, some harem members and outsiders begin to fall in love with feisty no nonsense you. Why does the Emperor seem to like you more when you hate his guts?

Option 3: You my darling are a parrot beast man (yes like the Sorcerer of Sand's precious companion) who was sent to Night Raven straight from the Scalding Sands in hopes of being the first in your family to graduate from the prestigious university. Unfortunately, you are not so pleased to be there because evil doesn't come naturally to you (it hurts your stomach and makes you molt like crazy). You are being initiated to Scarabia when a strange human with no magic and the pet flaming weasel catches your eye how fun! Too bad for you, you catch a lot of eyes yourself, including your own dorm mates.

Option 4: You are a regular salaryman until one day you receive news that your grandmother has passed. Her will requires you to take up the family trade to even see a lick of the inheritance. What is the trade? Hunting and killing cryptids, monsters, and any supernatural being that gets too comfortable with humans. Being short on dough makes you accept being trained by your grandmother's butler who served her faithfully (why is he so young?). You seem to have worse luck as some of the creatures you are sent out to hunt gain a dark and dangerous attraction towards you. Was the money worth it.

Round 1 of votes: GO!

[writers-requiem]

Title: Confession

Pairing: Hank McCoy x Reader

Genre: Romantic fluff

TW: None.

Summary: You finally work up the courage to tell your crush how you feel.

Request: No

A/N: This takes place in my own little AU where they found and brought back Charles. Just for context. Also, things get a little spicy, but not NSFW.

Okay, let's take it back to where it started.

About two years ago, you had joined the X-Men. Yes, you, a non-mutant.

They had repeatedly tried to convince you not to, but the professor saw a great potential in you that need only manifest with the right trigger.

Regardless, you went on a myriad of missions while paired with some of the other X-Men; Cyclops, Gambit, Ice Man, Rouge, Jean Gray, Wolverine, Colossus, Shadow Cat, and most notably, our focus for this story, Beast. In other words, your crush, Dr. Hank McCoy.

Whenever it was you two on missions, you felt unbeatable, yet at the same time, exceptionally worried. Of course you were worried about your other teammates. But when it was you and Hank, your anxiety hit an all-time high. This caused you to slip up at times and even get hit yourself. That of course made Hank upset. But when you were conscious when that happened, you saw him unleash an almost primal rage on the enemy, namely the MRD soldiers that showed no remorse for what they did to you.

There were a couple times when the MRD captured you and tortured you for info on the professor and the X-Men. You didn't talk and were nearly killed for it. But who came to your rescue? Hank. Alone. No plan, no fancy displays, just bulldozing through the hoard of soldiers and guards. And when he left with you in tow, he carried you bridal style, like a cliche action hero carrying their love interest after a big rescue mission.

But the anxiety of the battlefield and getting kidnapped is easily trounced by the social anxiety you felt when it was just you and Hank in a more laid back situation. Namely when you were in his lab.

No matter how long it had been since you had first developed your crush on him, you still felt insecure about opening up. But you already knew that Charles would've read your mind to find out, but he respected your wishes and kept quiet.

Back to present day however.

You were just sitting in the lab, unsure of what to say or do since he was busy and you didn't feel like interrupting his work. Besides, even if you did want to talk, you couldn't think of what to talk about since you were always so afraid to spend any amount of time with him outside of missions. So you just played with your hair and thumbs somewhat awkwardly. That was until he spoke up.

Hank: "If you have something that you feel must be said, speak it. There's no need to be so shy with me, my friend."

His kind words of encouragement only made you even more nervous than before. You dared not move or speak, fearing that you would say or do something inappropriate.

But he surprises you first by standing up from his desk and then swiftly pulling you close to his chest.

Hank: "I'm not oblivious to your feelings, sweetheart."

He gently caresses your cheek and plants a soft kiss on your lips. An action that you never thought he'd do for you.

In that one moment you felt a storm of emotions take you all at once. Relief, bliss and ecstasy. Finally, after nearly two years, he noticed your feelings, acknowledged them and reciprocated them. You felt whole.

You held each other closer and kissed again. This time it was a longer, deeper, more passionate kiss.

One of his hands held you by the waist and the other on the back of your head, gently caressing it.

His tongue was pushing against yours in a one-sided struggle for dominance. His coming out on top.

Your hands however were too preoccupied feeling up his torso, starting at the waist and going up. First passing his solid six pack abs, then higher before stopping to caress and scratch his rock hard pecs that were still visible underneath his green shirt.

He instinctively and hastily removes his lab coat and pins you to the wall, one arm resting against it and above your head. While the other slid up your torso, only he went inside your shirt.

You could feel his furry hand and the razor sharp claws slid up until stopping at your middle section.

The combination of both of your moans through your kissing filled the room with a hot and heavy atmosphere. You couldn't help yourself and squeezed his pecs hungrily before having them crawl up to scratch his cheeks and mutton chops.

But eventually, you two pulled away from each other to give yourselves some air. Leaving you two gasping and panting, out of breath.

You then shared a quick peck on your lips and hugged each other.

Hank: "I love you."

Y/N: "I love you too, Hank."

End

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Curse Week - Harrison

Day 14 | Lying Fox's curse (lie detection)

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 1.2k

18+, established relationship, teasing, slight humiliation, grinding, oral (receiving), minimal editing

A/n: It's finally done! Sorry this is so much later than usual. I was too tired to write much last night and I really struggled writing it, which is why I'm surprised about how long it is

“It wasn’t anything special, and had a lot of cliches, but it was so fun to read,” you paced in your boyfriend's room as you rambled to him about a book you read. It was an erotica, but he didn’t need to know that detail.

He amused you and listened with a smile on his face. “Really?”

“Yeah! I actually really liked the themes, which were actually pretty well woven into the scenes, and their relationship had a surprising amount of depth considering how much they were-” oops.

Maybe you could have saved it, but you already paused too long.

He titled his head. “What type of book was it?”

“...A normal book?”

He smirked and closed his own book. “Was it an erotica?”

Your face flushed. You avoided his gaze.

He stood and walked over to you. He leaned in close. The smell of mint invaded your senses. “What was it about?”

“I don't want to answer that.” Maybe not saying only made it worse, because now it looked like you had some dirty kink to hide, and now he looked more interested.

“What was the name?”

You kept rotating to turn your face away from him, but he kept following you with an amused smile. 

“‘Taken by a Villain’,” you finally answered.

His eyes widened then he laughed.

Your face burned with embarrassment. “Don't laugh,” you whined.

“Why are you reading a villain erotica when you already have one?” He pulled you into him and hugged your side to his chest. Your muscles immediately melted into him.

“I was curious. I was only going to skim the first chapter, but then I got caught up.” 

“That's a lie.” 

“So what if it is! I was half considering stopping after a few pages when I picked it up.” 

He looked at you.

“... a quarter considering putting it down. Okay, it had some tropes that I liked.” Ones that you found hot to be specific.

A soft look appeared in his eyes before the teasing look came back. “What part turned you on the most?”

Your face was a furnace. The rest of your body was reacting too. You clenched your thighs together.

“Why do you want to know?” You said.

The softness returned to his face, making your heart melt. “Hmm, I want to know what my partner is into so I can make them feel the best.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Your lips parted as you stared at him.

“What are you making such a cute face for?” Harrison pulled you by the waist down onto the bed. He quickly rolled over top of you. His arms on either side of you as he stared down into your face.

“Did this happen in your book?”

“Yes.” A lot.

“And did you like it.”

“Yes.”

“Do you like it when I do it?”

Your face grew warmer. “No?”

He smiled. “I don’t even need to look in your eyes to know you’re lying.”

The look in his eyes changed back to lustful. He shifted and you felt a knee pressed between your legs. You stifled the sound in your throat.

“Does this turn you on? Want me to do it more?”

Your sex throbbed against him. Embarrassment flooded through you at his words. “No.”

“Liar.”

His hands slid down your body. Each nerve reacted. “What about this?”

“No.” Yes

“You know, your body’s being a lot more honest than you are.”

He wasn’t wrong. You were squirming and trying desperately to not press up into his touch.

“You were being so shameless talking about dirty stuff you were reading earlier. I bet you even touched yourself to it. Why so shy now?”

Your face felt way too warm. It’s not fair that he had such an effect on you. “Because it’s you. You make me feel a lot even when it’s tame.”

His eyes widened for a second. He let out a small laugh. “I never thought I could use my curse like this.”

 You smiled. The emotions were too much for a second and you turned your face away into the pillow. Your hands were suddenly pinned above your head and you were forced to look at him. His fingers on his free hand held your chin firmly but gently. He drank in your expression. His eyes read you like a book. His favorite.

“W-what was that for?” you stammered out.

“I wanted to see every expression. Do you not like it?”

You smiled. “I like it.”

He wrapped his arms around you in a hug. His face in your neck as he kissed up and down it. The heat pulsed between your legs.

“Harry?” You pulled his back just a bit to look into his eyes. “I want you to undress me.”

He froze for a moment before his hands gripped onto your clothes. “I think I can do that.”

He pulled them off one by one. Each ended up on the floor until you were bare on his bed. Your hips bucked up into him, trying to get some friction.

His mouth pressed all over your skin.

On your shoulder and collarbone and going down to your chest.

“You like my tongue playing with you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to go lower?”

“Yes.”

He quickly got down between your legs. You could feel the restraint in his movements as he tried to slowly tease you on his way down rather than instantly taste you. His kisses lingered as he watched your flushed expression.

He held back a groan when he finally did press his tongue against your sex. You moaned. Your back arched up. Your hands twisted in the sheets as he delved in and ran his tongue all over you. As he pleasured you and drew every sound out of you.

“I'm close.”

“Go ahead.” He pressed his mouth further onto you.

“I want you to cum too.”

You did your best to move your leg between his. Giving him a taste of his own medicine from earlier, you rubbed your leg over his crotch. He jolted and moaned into you and you nearly came on the spot.

He grinded down on your leg and you moved it as best as you could. Feeling his hot erection against you and wanting him to cum with you so badly.

One last flick of his tongue and you crashed down. Your muscles twitched as you cried out. Your muscles wouldn't obey you and you could only press your leg into his bulge harder while his hips bucked against it.

He tried to hide it, but he was breathing heavily as he slid on your leg. Moving faster and faster until he groaned.

He let his body collapse onto you. A pleasant warmth filled you at the contact. Your fingers combed through his hair. His mint green eyes met yours.

A thought came to your mind and you had to hold back a grin. “I don't think I'm ready for a round two.”

He was still catching his breath as he smiled. “I don't think I've been happier to hear a lie.”

[soothedoll]

⸻ cm punk 𝜉 ghost face (mdni)

“please don’t hurt me!” you cry out into the night as a flash of lightning and unsettling roll of thunder has you squirming underneath your husbands cold touch.

minutes earlier you assumed phil was joking. a complete psychopath if this was his idea of roleplaying. you watched as he entered the shared bedroom sporting a cliche ghost face mask right on par with spooky season and watching the slasher flick days ago.

even with glasses on you could barely see him only the outline of his tattooed chest and black shorts that hung low from his waist. although you weren’t afraid in the slightest even rolling your hazel eyes and making sure to laugh in his face for measure.

nontheless phil remained eerily silent titling his head to the side mockingly as he flashes the sharp metal in his right hand heightening your senses.

before you could think he’s pinning you down the quickness and the angle of the bed adding for discomfort. “silly girl i could kill you right now.” the rasp of his voice sends a throb between your legs and you’re not sure how he’s doing that trick.

the cold metal tip of the knife trails down your chest heart pounding as he stops just above your silk nightgown slicing the fabric open to expose your brown skin. “slut like you barely wearing clothes what would your husband think?”

all you can do is bite your lip as tears brim the corner of your eyes the blade going lower to the tantalizing curve of your hips then to slowly run over the mound of your pussy.

“are you scared now?” phil’s confident he has you right where he wants you a dark glint in his eyes under the mask. his demeanor stoic and in complete control something you haven’t seen in a while.

“yes mr. ghost face.” you accept defeat a mixture of fear and arousal slick between your thighs. a clap of thunder breaking the silence as he flips you over his hand coming to rub your aching bundle of nerves.

“good girl let me feel that pussy.” his ring finger enters your core then he adds another and another the fullness has you messy and back arching as his mouth grazes your ear biting down.

“pathetic getting off on the fact that i could hurt you. dirty little pussy milking my fingers. you shouldn’t be this wet for a stranger.” you’re needy, hips swirling and bouncing as you wish it was his dick brain completely empty and broken as phil smirks.

“phil!” you call out for your husband as he removes his fingers with a pop the feeling making you clench around nothing. you can hear him shuffling behind you pulling his shorts down as his tip collects the wetness on your folds.

“keep this arch of yours or i might slit your pretty little throat and you don’t want that do you?” before you can speak he’s inside of you fucking from behind.

heavy balls slapping against your clit as you slobber around his fingers phil having a kink for your mouth to be stuffed while he fucks you. you’re so close clit throbbing and pussy twitching around your husband.

“pussy so wet. squeezing me so tight doll you won’t even be able to walk when i’m done with you.” his words are filthy in conjunction with his firm grip on your hips one hand coming to spank the curve of your ass.

the sweet spot inside of you being touched repeatedly by his tip as lightening strikes again outside. “gonna cum mr. ghost face.”

his nails dig painfully into your skin slowing his hips as he drags himself in and out of your sloppy cunt another bite to your earlobe as he cums ropes inside you. the mess spilling out onto the sheets as your own orgasm washes over you.

“good fucking girl.” he smacks your ass hard one last time removing the mask to place a tender kiss to your lips apologizing for his little performance as you sigh dreamingly.

[luffyvace]

☆♪Ace x childhood best friend reader (who he has a crush on)☆♪

I’m trying to make my titles more appealing and fun to look at hopefully it’s working~!

(still not bothering with aesthetics this is something i personally wanna do)

For the record these are gender neutral so no worries

How y’all met? I’m not gonna go into specifics but you likely went into his territory

unless you met on one of his trips to the city for food n such

those three brothers are close and two didn’t trust easily back then

But once you make it in they’re circle there’s no backing down

from then on you always go to play with them and go on adventures together

they decided to keep you as a friend rather than a sibling

(back to present)~

ace honestly loves you because you accepted him, your cool, your (likely) strong whether that’s mentally or physically and most of all you’ve stuck by his side all this time

even him and luffy went they’re separate ways to become pirates

but you? You two met and have never separated since

you’ve literally kept your promise not to leave unlike no other

your always there

finally he has someone in his corner

and someone as cool as you?? How could he not fall in love 😍😍

Really he figured it out while just spacing out one day real early

like early enough to see the sunrise

he was just staring off, scouting just in case, although his mind was mostly on you

he laughed to himself thinking about memories of you two

and even more so that your still here

he noticed how nervous he now was to talk to you when you got up

he had a funny feeling in his stomach, his hands/breathing was jittery and he kept running his hand through his hair, trying to fight a smile

he was so incredibly nervous yet excited to see you!!

but why?! Today’s an ordinary day!

what is he some kind of love sick puppy?!���

lovesick?

LOVE???

WAIT WHAT THE CRAP HE NEVER CONSIDERED THAT!!

wait….no way, right?? He’s in love??

bro WHAT?! HE’S IN LOVE??

he’s..in love with (name)

wow…all this time he never even thought of that

NOW HE REALIZES HOW FLIRTY HE’S BEEN WITH YOU?!

it wasn’t even intentional!!

and now that he realizes it…….he always has the funny feeling every time he talks to you!

and his heart spikes when you call him!

bro…..wow.

*sits there in realization for the next hour*

how he acts when he has a crush:

Honestly he’s just trying to impress you and make you happy in every way

he acts chivalrous, paying for all the diners you stop at, opening doors, pulling out chairs, reminding you of things, grabbing your coat, doing you favors (ones you didn’t ask for but appreciate)

yes this is all very cliche and cheesy but you can’t go wrong with that right??

I mean…does it look like he knows how to love?! 😀

he never met either of his parents!! 😬🤦‍♀️

bro is trying his best okay?? 🤷‍♀️

he playfully shows off

he does it in a way that’s not annoying too, it doesn’t feel like he’s bragging when he does it

”hurrrr look at my big musclessss! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ”

LOLLL

he does it in a way that makes you laugh so it seems more like a joke

he gets you meaningful trinkets and stuff he remembers you like/said your wanted

when you two join the WBP

he also asks Marco and Izo for advice on how to act around you (just act normal bro)

as well as whitebeard!!

Thatch too

he rambled to literally everyone except you about you

then he has to beg and do favors for them not to tell you all the cheesy/embarrassing things he says

goodness Ace 🤦‍♀️

he goes around like a love sick puppy for a few weeks ranting about you and celebrating about becoming a man (😂💗)

but then when Marco asks when he’s gonna ask you out….

Ace FREAKS out.

like he literally forgot about that part-

IS IT TOO LATE?! DID YOU ALREADY FIND ANOTHER MAN??-

wait you two are childhood best friends you would’ve told him 🤨

oh.

okay well great!-

now……how does he confess?🧍‍♀️

seriously he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know what to say, do or give you

OR where to do it OR when OR if he’s even good enough OR if you won’t like him..

WAIT WHAT IF HE’S NOT A GOOD ENOUGH BOYFRIEND?!

wait..WHAT IF YOU DON’T LOVE HIM BACK⁉️

He’s feels like giving up already😞

theres so many women/men in the world why would you want some lost parentless pirate who questions his existence…

now when he goes to Marco and says all that he just laughs at him and calls him emo 😊

no but in all seriousness he brings Ace back to his senses and reminds him about what if you DO love him back 😏

😮🤩🤩

he forgot all about that!- (😀)

WAIT WHAT IF YOU DO LIKE HIM BACK!!

THIS IS SO EXCITING!!

him and Marco run to find izo and have a bro meeting immediately

which happens and the three immediately start planning the confession >:3

they put they’re heads together to conjure something they know you’d like but doesn’t seem too sappy

his confession !! 🤩

the next time the ship stops at an island he takes you to a calm beach area where you relax and have some fun all day

your nakama are around but it mostly just seem like the world is just you and Ace right now

midday is when Ace strikes!

this was izo’s idea

no! it’s not because if he had to wait the next day to interact with you as his girlfriend he wouldn’t get any sleep >:(

Ace brought the topic to your childhood past together as you ate lunch and at some point you didn’t notice he transitioned to how he feels about you and how much he cares about you and that it would be everything to him if you became his girlfriend.

now it’s your turn to ‘WAIT WHAT’ :)

that was so smooth!

you didn’t even notice he was trying to confess until the end!

Wow did that surprise you!

at least your muscles were still working so that you could nod your head because you certainly didn’t know what to say!

____________「what do you say?」____________

____________Yes. No.____________ ＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿ (mini bonus): if you aspired to be a pirate, simply don’t mind or would like to support his dream, you joined the spade pirates! (Which obviously gets consumed into the whitebeard pirates, but hey your captain made the decision so you don’t mind). If your strong he’ll make you vice captain since your his first ever nakama. <3 otherwise you might be the navigator, medic or something else your good at! Likely not something that puts you in immediate danger though. He worries about the ones he loves leaving him too much for that.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOVLIES !! 🦋🦋

I need to write about ace more but I also needs get past the impel down arc but I also don’t (spoiler) wanna watch his death but I also wanna see more of his backstory and finish one piece and- ｡.:*｡.:*💥 _:(´o`」 ∠): …… d(￣ ￣) - I’m good

[haiisx]

MUSICIAN AU??? EYES EYES EYES. SHARE. how did toshinori get his injury?? did him and nighteye split up and why?? what is his preferred style of music?? how does he meet izuku?? EYES EYES EYES. sooo curious <333

!!!! I'm so glad you asked!!! Get prepared for a lot of rambling because this has been consuming my every waking thought for a WHILE

How did Toshinori get his injury?

So the injury itself is unrelated to AFO, even though I toyed with that idea for a bit when I was coming up with this AU. The two ideas that I'm considering as of right now are: Toshinori is involved in a car accident (which results in the AFO-style injury from canon, and also causing nerve damage in his hands which makes it difficult to play or compose) or Toshinori comes down with an illness, and because he doesn't take breaks to take care of himself like, EVER, it progressed and got worse (which doesn't result in the big huge scar from canon, but it does shorten his time that he's ablet to perform without worsening his health even further). Even if it's cliche, I'm a bigger fan of the first option.

Did he and Nighteye split up and why?

Yes!! They did!!! Pre-injury, Nighteye and Toshinori were partners, so they wrote music together (which, for any non-musician readers, is a big deal. You don't write music with just ANYBODY). That was until Toshinori got his injury, and proceeded to overwork himself despite Nighteye's protests. Just like canon, some things are said, and the two of them split because Nighteye can't watch Toshinori work himself into the ground and Toshinori can't just give up on music because his body isn't holding up. (And yes, Nighteye still takes Mirio under his wing to be Toshinori's successor).

What is his preferred style of music?

Classical/orchestral!! His symphonies are grand and powerful and rallying. When it's just him and a piano (as it mostly was back in his Prime), he can make it sound like he has a whole orchestra behind him. Post-injury, he transitions into conducting an orchestra rather than performing himself (although, he did do some conducting in his Prime for the symphonies he composed).

The titles of his pieces are references to events within canon. For example, his song "Symbol of Peace" (Or, symphony no. 8) is his most famous song, alongside "I Am Here" (symphony no. 1), and "Final Act" (symphony no. 94, and a reference to what Gran Torino says about All Might during the fight at Kamino Ward).

I'll also explain how One For All ties into everything since it has to do with his style of music. So One For All is actually the title of a piece that is currently unfinished. The song was passed down from his mentor, Nana Shimura, which was passed down to her from her mentor, and so on. Each generation of musician added about a minute or so to the piece (with Hikage Shinomori, the fourth artist, adding two to three minutes to mirror the fact that he held OFA the second longest in canon), and it is still unfinished. Toshinori hands the sheet music down to Midoriya, who eventually finishes the piece and completes One For All.

How does he meet Izuku?

So far, I'm thinking that Izuku sneaks into one of All Might's concerts and bumps into him after the show, at which point Izuku fanboys, freaks out, and trips over himself for an autograph. i'm a little unsure about the specifics, but I want this to parallel canon, so Toshinori gets the chance to hear something Izuku composed, which is so full of emotion that Toshinori is moved and inspired, thus taking Izuku under his wing.

Izuku is still a big ol' nerd, so his notebook is FULL of analysises of a plethora of artists' trademarks, of the progressions they use in their pieces, the lyricism, the time signatures, etc etc. He also has an arc where he has to stop just mirroring All Might's musical style and branch out into developing his own.

And now time for everyone's favorite part: facts you didn't ask for but I'm going to share anyway!!! can I get a drum roll?

Stain is a critic, and he's known for killing musicians' careers with his scalding responses. The only musician he's ever given positive feedback to is All Might.

All For One and Toshinori new each other when they were younger and they both got into music at around the same time. They're rivals because the messages that AFO promotes in his pieces (despair, surrender, hopelessness) are diametric opposites to the messages All Might promotes (hope, unity, strength) in his music. Also, AFO straight up steals music from other artists (reference to the quirk-stealing) and has been trying to steal the sheet music for One For All from All Might since they were in school. AFO derives joy from being the only one to make All Might's constant smile twitch or falter. All For One is also a classical/orchestral artist, and the names of his songs are references to canon as well. His most famous piece is "Demon Lord," which incorporates haunting choral vocals.

Present Mic owns a record label.

Aizawa still becomes a caretaker for Eri, and 1-A still put on the concert she attends w/ Mirio.

everything has a much lighter tone than canon considering that nobody's lives are on the line, and the biggest "conflicts" are just rivalries between musicians.

Alrighty, I think i've rambled long enough. If you have any more questions please feel free to ask them!! Feel free to make any additions as well!! I plan on drawing some more for this AU, so stay tuned. Thank you so so much for the ask!!

[crimsonboggarden]

I used to be just annoyed by the JJK's fandom response to Sukuna not getting the typical anime/manga/jrpg tragic backstory that shows how other ppls cruelty actually made him who he is. I think it's actually less interesting to go down that same story that's been told over and over and also reinforces the notion of prioritizing the feelings of the abuser over the abused as being the morally more evolved position, made even worse through the lens of a cortupted and malformed use of the Christian idea of grace and forgiveness. Now, it's way more than annoying it's kind of upsetting seeing how much thought was put into that part of the story and seeing how much crap Gege is getting for telling a different story.

JJK is instinsically seeped in folk spiritiality, Buddhism, and even a certain sense of its evolution in modern daily life, for fucks sake its in the goddam title of the series.

Looking at Sukuna's power set the art depicting Sukuna is that of figures that strive towards deification and power often by herectical means and rejection of standard folk/Buddhist morality what Western occultists would understand as bring akin to the Left Hand Path, it is explicitly SO importamt that we don't see Sukuna's past.

It is important that it doesn't matter how he got there, including the question of if it was all just him or others, what's important he chose that path as his karma (i.e. action, karma is the universe giving you what you deserve in time like some weird omnipotent life morality calculator). It is important that his past could have and in some ways is all possibilities and it just doesn't matter, because no matter what all this are part of the Buddha spirit and only Yuuji is able to find the means of accepting that into himself.

And its important for Sukuna that Yuuji does so without the tired arc of the protag feeling sympathy for the villain Because of the tragic backstory. Yes, he does it for Megumi. And I will die on the hill that they are intended to be a romantic couple, the kaisen, the small improvement to the cycle of Gojo and Seto's relationship. He also does it for Sukuna, because being what he is as he's chosen to be has rejected himself from the wholeness of being no matter how powerful. But most importantly he does it for his own karma, the fulfillmemt of the rightness of his own action and embracing his ability to shoulder the fullness of what humanity can become and unlike Geto still maintain himself.

By this act of acceptance Yuuji pushes the cycle of samsara for Sukuna, and drastically altars what could have otherwise been the "expected fate" for himself and Megumi / Geto and Gojo - the sin eater consumed in his role, the "gifted one" elevated to isolation and used to depletion. They all get a chance to let go of striving towards infinitely increasing power and isolation, for something less "glorious" but more connected.

It lessens ALL their stories to tell the same tired cliche just because its what the mass thinks is what's 'satisfying' or you want your bad boy redemption.

[silverwasafukintrainwreck]

Day— fuck I mean NightDreams? Who’s in charge of this title oh my god it sucks

yes that’s the title. lol lmao even. i know this idea/concept is a little cliche for jeckole, but it’s gooooooood. thought about some cool lines while washing dishes yesterday and am now fleshing it out instead of focusing on philosophy class…..

enjoy this very short read!

Normally, Jecka wouldn’t smoke in her own house. But her dad wasn’t even home, and she couldn’t bring herself to care about covering up the smell.

She offered Nicole a hit, who declined, sat on Jecka’s balcony and staring in her direction, unblinking.

Jecka tasted the silence and tested if she could break it. Tested the extent of where the conversation could go.

“Were you there to see Ari and Emily freak out today?”

Nicole’s gaze physically couldn’t leave Jecka. “No, you weren’t there. What was up with that, though?”

“Uh, I think they’re gay now. Like— they were already gay, but for each other now. Except it’s toxic for everyone, not just the two of them.”

“You seem particularly salty about something there.” Her tone shifted to the snarky one Jecka was used to hearing when She was shit-talking someone. Hearing it directed at her was hurtful.

“Just… Ari’s been fucking pestering me about whatever,” She tried to gather her thoughts while taking another hit. “Like, we’re not even friends and she’s suddenly ‘oh my god is everything alright with you? Do you need anything?’”

“…Do you think she wants to fuck me? Oh my god, am I a pity-fuck now??”

Nicole did nothing but laugh at that spiral.

“I’m serious, Nicole! Everyone’s treating me like a charity case, I can’t fucking stand it.”

“Yeah, keep pretending you’re doing alright. Seems to be working great.” She stepped out of the balcony closer to Jecka, still keeping that obnoxious eye contact.

“It is working.” Jecka glared, then quickly regretted it, trying to look anywhere but her friend…? “Out of sight, out of mind, right?”

“I’m in sight.”

“Fuck off. Why do you care? Why does anyone??”

Nicole sat alongside Jecka on the bed, close enough to touch, but refusing to. The circumstances were refusing to.

“I don’t know. Because I love you?”

Jecka took another drag, immersion broken.

“She wouldn’t say that.”

‘Nicole’ Shrugged. “Yeah, none of this. You talk a big game for being the person that knew her best, yet your recreation’s clearly lacking.”

Silence settled again. Jecka wishes she hadn’t tested the silence.

“No comeback?”

“Why are you still talking? Aren’t you controlled by my brain?”

The memory grinned. “Maybe you don’t want the cheap copy to leave. Great coping mechanism.”

Jecka tried putting her cigarette out on the creature beside her, and absolutely nothing happened.

“Goddamnit…” She mumbled, somehow surprised at the outcome. “Will you stop staring at me? Look ANYWHERE else in the room.”

“You’re the center of my existence, why would I look away?”

Silence again. Normally, Jecka wouldn’t show this much vulnerability in front of Nicole. Thankfully, she was nowhere to be seen.

“No, that’s just what I wanted her to think. I wanted her to stay for me.”

No response. A noticeable lack of the feeling of being watched hit Jecka. No eyes on her anymore. She was alone.

She wanted to be alone with Nicole, but could never bring herself to go after her. So there were no eyes on her anymore.

She heard a faint beep. Probably another message from Ari she was definitely gonna ignore again.

“You were wrong, too,” She muttered while falling back onto her bed, ashes staining the mattress. “You were my center of existence…”

Which explains why she’s thinking in circles.

[sunnyseungup]

Hyunjin fic recs 2

stray kids | Hwang Hyunjin

masterlist | part 1

[ updated 240726 ]

5:15 am { f } @dreamyyeosang

cliche meetcutes { f } 0,9k @chvrrycola

04 sharing haring a bed series { f2l, s } @skzdarlings

Ice { mafia au, strangers2l; a, s, f } 4,5k @healinghyunjin

Sheer good looks aside though…you’d seen his face on the news. What was his name? You remembered that it was something elegant, soft on the lips - a name that didn’t seem to fit the cruel, hardened mafioso it belonged to. 

It was only when those cold icy eyes locked with yours, gaze chilling even from all the way across the bar, that it finally came to mind. 

Hwang Hyunjin. 

kinktober day five { f2l; s } 2,5k @gimmeurtmi

uni student hyunjin but make it art

9:02 A.M { f } @forlix

Read between the lines { f } 0,5k @inkelea

Making out in a car { s } @astraystayyh

are you bored yet? { insecure y/n; a, f } @ebbaskz

“but i can’t help from asking ‘are you bored yet?’ ”

I’ll make those insecurities disappear { a, f, s } @lotus-dly

Taste { s } @moonjxsung

Sunday’s Paradigm { f2l, college; f } 2,6k @sunboki

He was a cold person. Spiteful and brash to all people too close, scared to let his walls down. Except, to him, you’re a spectacle. A classmate he realizes he can’t exactly find reason to dislike while he sketched you from his stool in the art room.

The deal. @hyunedew

the one where you accidentally summon the king of hell in your pursuit to pass your class.

Pendulum { f, a, s } 1,2k @1-800-shedevil

You visit Hyunjin on the night of his big art exhibit intent on closing this chapter of your life but he's not willing to let go that easily.

Say yes to me { f } @astraystayyh

after your seven minutes in heaven, hyunjin wants to plan out how he'll finally confess to you. except you come knocking on the door of his rented cabin unannounced. at 10:53 pm. the perfect time for love, he comes to learn.

Bound to You { Cerberus, Goddess, Greek Mythology; f, s } 4,3k @winter-dayz

“What are we?” { f } @jinhyun

Drunken with a sense of love { drunken confessions, fake dating } 7,1k @hanibalistic

you and hyunjin got drunk at different times, and you two took care of each other similarly. 

Thinking about how attentive hyunjin would be when you’re sick { f } @seungminhour

Christmas Eve with Hwang Hyunjin { f } @agi-ppangx

Eight days of Christmas carols - day 4 { f } @rachalixie

Pussy agenda with Hyunjin { s } @fluffylino

Sigma kappa zeta’s olympic level beer pong team { + Innie x reader; s } 7,2k @/skzms

it's the last frat party before winter break and you, hyunjin and jeongin have a title to defend. who knows where it might lead (we do, it leads to the three of you smoking weed and fucking in jeongin's room)

9mitm { s } @straykeedz

Babysitter.com { single dad Hyune; s, f } @mnwrld

hyunjin's whole life changed when his daughter was born--it was the single best day of his life. but parenting was harder than he thought it would be, especially when he also needed to work to be able to provide for the light of his life. maybe a little help wouldn't hurt? where else could he look but the notorious 'babysitter.com' ?

my love, mine all mine [ f ] 2,3k @/rachalixie

hyunjin setting up the perfect valentine's day for you

verisimilitude [bsf2l; s ] @/skzdarlings

You are a self-identified no-nonsense curmudgeon. Your best friend is an eccentric pretty boy. You accidentally send him an explicit video of yourself. What's the worst that can happen?

The snow falls, we fall apart. [ roommates, f2l; hurt/comfort ] 13k @/astraystayyh

when heartbreak looms on your life, and winter becomes a time you loathe, hyunjin helps you rewrite your memories with the season, and with it, everything you once believed about love.

Something I Needed More [ f2l; f ] 3,2k @skzonthebrain

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Hyunjin promised you that he'll be wherever you are. What do you do when your best friend of years — the only person you've ever loved disappears without saying goodbye? Especially when you've spent your entire life with Hyunjin, you didn't know of life without him.

ace [ volleyball player hyune, fake e2l; f ] 15,2k @/forlix

volleyball superstar and your personal hell hwang hyunjin proposes a trade-off you can't refuse: his matchmaking services for a passing anthropology grade. the plan is foolproof in theory; in practice, it is something else entirely.

the storm. [ s ] 2,7k @/tasteracha

Series

devil by the window { DemonxAngel; s } 3k @berryjoong

you’re an angel, hyunjin’s a demon, and you’re both after the same soul. you hate each other, but you just can’t stay away from him.

part two { f, a ,s } 6,4k

the strange man of monterrey manor ( series ) { vampire au; f, s, a }  @quokkacore

chapter one: a marriage most foul

chapter two: voices that wail in the night

chapter three: a solution to the issue at hand (m) [final]

Make Love, Not Porn { s } @charmercharm3r

You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

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Heat Signature 5,9k

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Texts

Boyfriend texts @like-a-diamondinthesky

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Note: please let me know if the links are not working ! I’ll try to fix them as soon as possible ^^

[9fens]

Shrue’s descent into radicalism and what the Silt Verses says about our world today

(also, regarding the giant poem that the episode titles make) ITS A TUMBLR ESSAY BABYYYYYYYYY

Kill your gods. Starve them out, topple their statues, forsake their comfort— Kill the stories that gave birth to them. Tear away your flesh that bears their marks.  Adjudicator Shrue, Ep. 43

The Silt Verses is a story born of its time, to a 21st century world which is slowly decaying—and everyone in it is doing their part to help it decay just a little bit faster. It speaks of capitalism, of corruption, of power and belief and environmental destruction and the rift between generations. When Charles tells Val he can’t really stand behind the idea of a family (“You wonder about what kind of world we’re bringing children into, y’know?”) I had to pause and gather myself; it’s something we hear from so many Gen Z’ers today.

But then Shrue’s speech came, and it made no sense.

Shrue calls for an end in any form it can be given. They call for the loss of all faith and love and community in the world; they call for us to kill the stories of our history, to kill the figures we believe in and the ones that give us hope. Anything, everything, all we can give to stop the decay and degradation of the world. They demand us to defeat the corrupt system we have built by trading our lives to do so.

If our words and stories sustain them, let us fall silent. If our communities rely on them, let us drift apart and die, lonely, in the polluted wilds amongst the howling winds of long forgotten deities.

It made no sense because TSV, most simplistically, embodies “no ethical consumption under capitalism”—and this solidly did not fit. So I cast about for an answer to what it all meant, because TSV had grown to be more than the “folks, look where capitalism got us” which I thought it to be. And Shrue's “we can’t do anything to escape the system but die” was just too flat a conclusion. 

Then I fell upon the poem compiled from each episode’s title.

It begins with the start of humanity: a story of things that have happened, things people have believed, things which have roamed the land from then til now. 

Let me speak first of revelations, and next of dark deceit. Then I’ll speak of champions, of lovers, gods and beasts.

And so the poem continues in a description of this story, until it eventually twists to become entirely self-destructive around Chapters 18-24. It's a reference to how everything in the TSV universe seems to eat itself: their system of gods, sacrifices, even the characters themselves.

If I could trace with bloodless fingers, if my hands could shape the flow, I’d bear this song to the precipice and rend us both to dust below.  We’d both go plunging downwards, one final fall from grace— I’d howl, I’d scream, in victory, and we’d be gone without a trace. 

At Chapter 25, we get a respite from the story. We get a short poetic break which concludes that yes, we’re doomed to die—but we continue as we are despite it, and write our story even if it’ll be lost in the end. It’s a classic conclusion that a lot of literature and poetry fall to, because it’s so very human. It’s a cliche, and it’s a cliche for a reason. 

But we’ll never be rid of each other, my song, my sorrow, and I,  So I’ll bear it trembling onwards: to drift on, to dream, to die.

With that, the poem progresses forward until it starts addressing our end and what happens when we face that. It screams of last-ditch efforts keep on believing, even as we plunge down and down and the world just gets worse and worse. Shrue’s speech takes place in “One Last Song of Revelations” (the title is so fitting!), where they vocalize their realization that their pacifist attitude isn’t doing shit to change anything. 

But when they switch towards radicalism because it’s, evidently, the only way anything will ever get done—the only way anything will get the exposure to maybe make an impact—they speak of the destruction of society as a whole. Not the eradication of capitalism, nor the installation of kinder gods, nor the lowering of sacrifice ceilings. They speak of true destruction. Utter destruction.

Shrue’s speech isn’t some call to action, nor does it embody any concrete ideology which the writers are trying to convey. It’s just an expression of desperation. Nothing is working; no one is listening. 

What this poem sounds like is a story of how our world goes. It's its birth, its self-destruction, its philosophical revelations, its finale.

When we began following Carpenter and Faulkner in the reeds of the White Gull River, we were consuming a commentary on capitalism. Now, it’s more. It’s a commentary, yes, but it’s not only that—it’s an exploration. The Silt Verses is a tragic exploration of our world as it connects to theirs, of how we’ve been driven so far and been corrupted so deeply that only radicalism makes a difference because only radicalism is what gets the notice and attention to spark moderate change. And that same radicalism is going to destroy the society we have left.

But it’s all the same in the end, because society's collapse was going to happen anyways. So at least someone had it in them to fight for something.

GAHHHH I LOVE THIS SHOW

[midmourn]

traitor

title traitor

pairing lee jeno x gender neutral!reader

summary you know what jeno is doing behind your back, but you kept quiet anyways so you could keep him. guess it didn't really matter in the end, because he still betrayed you.

warnings angst, mentions of cheating, jeno's like an asshole but he believes he's not, brief mentions of loved one dying

word count 1,450

author's note sorry jeno ... and the rest of dream when i make theirs. please give me feedback, it encourages me to continue writing !! reposting from my old blog.

"Stop staring," Haechan murmured over your shoulder, making you sigh as you stabbed your fork into your meat. "They'll notice."

"And he'll, what? Come to confront me?" You snort, rolling your eyes as you tear your gaze away from the happy couple. "Like hell. I wish." You bring a piece of meat up to your mouth and angrily chew, "I just don't understand! It's been two weeks since we broke up, and he's already dating someone else?" Haechan stayed quiet as he played with his food, knowing it'd be best just to let you get your feelings out. "How the hell do you fall in love with someone else in two weeks?! It's just not possible."

"You know," he said quietly, and that was all he had to say to make you go quiet.

Yes. You knew.

You don't know how they met, Jeno would never tell you. All you knew was that just one day, she showed up in his life and he was completely enamored by her. You weren't a fool, you could tell by the way he said her name and the way his eyes shined whenever she somehow showed up at the same place you two were at.

"So you're going to hang out with her?" You ask, eyebrows raised at the dark-haired boy in front of you. He slowly swallowed his food and nodded, not offering more than that. But you had to dig more into it. You needed more information. "Just her?"

"Other people will be there, too," he said dismissively, but you weren't done.

"Anyone I know?" You hummed, tilting your head as you took a sip of your drink. You feigned calmness, but you and him both knew that the anger was boiling in your veins, waiting. And waiting.

"Maybe," Jeno sighed, setting down his fork. "But it's totally cool, right? 'Cause her and I are just friends." Friends ... That's what they all say, Jeno. Does he truly think you’re stupid?

You stared at him unnervingly, before saying, "Right." If that's what you want me to believe, you remarked in your head.

"He'll never know," you murmured out of nowhere to Haechan. He tilted his head at you, so you continued. "He thinks he didn’t do anything wrong by not cheating on me, but does it really count when he was still talking to her during our relationship?"

Haechan didn't respond.

"Are you serious?" You shouted, a laugh escaping your lips after. You run your hands down your shirt, shaking your head as you gritted your teeth. Jeno stood a bit before you, eyes down on the floor. "You're really ditching our date to go comfort her?"

"She's upset, Y/N," he said quietly. "And we're friends."

"The stupid bitch doesn't have any other friends than you?" You questioned loudly. "Seriously? She has to take my boyfriend away from me on our date night? Jeno, I've barely seen you all week because of her!"

"Don't be paranoid," Jeno's jaw clenched. "Nothing is happening between us, I promise."

You stayed silent for a moment before saying, "I didn't say there was."

Jeno's head lifted up from the floor to stare at you silently.

The silence was air constricting, but you didn't say anything and merely turned away to walk out of his apartment. Just like you thought, he didn't stop you.

The first time you cried over Jeno was right after the break-up before it turned into seething anger. It was the worst pain you had ever felt in your life, especially because you knew it was for her. And it was because of you, not because of him like he said. 'It's not you, it's me,' were the exact words he said. The cliche words everyone said while breaking up. You couldn't even believe he had the audacity to say it to your face.

The second time you cried over Jeno was now.

"Oh, God," Haechan sighed, wrapping his arm around you and trying to steer you away from the drinks, "Let's go."

"What?" You frowned, digging your heels into the ground as you tried to continue filling your drink up, "Why? Let me finish my drink, Haechan."

"Y/N," he whined like a child before looking over your shoulder and hurriedly saying, "Jeno and his girlfriend are coming over here! Let's—"

"Hey." You tensed slowly, eyes slowly moving up to look in front of you despite the two being on your right side. He couldn't have waited until you had left? Who the hell did he think he was? You clicked your tongue before stepping back and turning to face them, Haechan being dragged with you since his arm was still around your shoulder.

Jeno had a sweet smile on his face, but you knew how he really was. And what he really was here for. His arm was wrapped around her waist, you still had no idea what her name was. Or maybe you did and just blocked it out of your memory. You probably did. The girl seemed clueless of the situation, but maybe she was just a really good actress. So were you.

"Hi," you said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, we'll get out of your way. We're finished, anyway." At your words, Haechan turned the two of you around to walk away and join your other friends at the other side of the party, but Jeno spoke up again.

"No, no, it's cool," he chuckled slightly and you gritted your teeth, eyes roaming around. "I also wanted to talk to you, since— you know, we haven't really spoke and you blocked me on everything so—"

"Then maybe you should get the hint," Haechan sighed, turning around without you to face Jeno. "Like, seriously? They blocked you on everything and you're still here trying to talk to them?"

"I just—"

"It doesn't matter what you wanted," you huffed, turning around and glaring at him. The girl looked between the three of you like it was a tennis ball match. "I don't want to talk to you, that's why I blocked you, Lee Jeno."

"Y/N," he chuckled uneasily, shifting on his feet and his arm fell from around the girl's waist. "We—"

"I don't care," you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink, "We broke up, you're in the past, so let's leave it at that, alright?" You sent them both a sweet smile before tugging on Haechan's arm to follow you to the opposite side of the party. You didn't stop walking until you knew they could no longer see you.

"Wow," Haechan whispered in amazement, "That was so cool of you, Y/N Y/L/N!" He looked over his shoulder to see if he could see them before turning back to you. "You're seriously such a good actor, I—" He paused, blinking at you. Your head was down, staring at the ground and he blinked again. "Y/N? Are you okay?”

"No," you whispered, inhaling and exhaling. "No, I'm not okay."

Haechan didn't wait before taking your drink and setting it on the ground before pulling you into a hug, his head resting on your shoulder. His hug was warm and comforting, full of love but it still didn't help the Jeno shaped hole in your heart. Your hands clutched at the shirt of his back, shuddering breaths leaving your body and tears slipping down your face.

"I hate him," you gasped between breaths, squeezing your eyes shut as the tears continued to fall. Your heart painfully clenched in your chest and all you wanted to do was reach into your chest and tear out your heart. You wished it was possible. "I hate him! How could he do this to me? After— after everything? I loved him when he was a fucking asshole to everyone! I defended him and helped him when he couldn't even—" You stopped talking, resting your head on Haechan's body. "I wish we never met."

Haechan didn't say anything, simply squeezed his arms around your waist and let you cry your heart out. It was for the best, as always, to let you speak your thoughts and let you cry. He knew you had always been one to hold in your emotions until you just couldn't take it anymore, it happened when your grandmother died and you never cried about it or talked about her anymore. You did the exact same thing when Jeno broke up with you.

"I hate him," you murmured into his shirt as you shook your head to yourself. "I hate him so much— he's a damn, damn— traitor!"

"I know," he sighed, resting his cheek on the side of your head. "I know."

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[souperbloom]

the way things go. [A.I.]

title from the song the way things go by beebadoobee

ex boyfriend!ash

part 1 of 2 | random little post breakup angst.

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this so i thought i’d give it a try— let me know what you think :) there will be a part 2 but im still unsure of what direction to take this in so if you have any suggestions feel free to drop them in my inbox!

no major cws, just a brief mention of drinking & vibes. ☻

WORDCOUNT: 3.5k

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You around?

Sent. 2:58am

An odd buzzing from beneath your pillow stirred you awake from the deepest sleep you’ve had in weeks. Your phone buzzed once and just like that, you were awake? Couldn’t be. It had to have been some sort of sixth sense.

Call me. I miss you.

Sent. 2:59am

The silk pillowcase cradled your cheek as the buzzing continued. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

Baby, please.

Sent. 2:59am

I miss you.

Sent. 2:59am

So much.

Sent. 3:00am

It wasn’t long before the incessant buzzing frustrated you to the point of reaching beneath your pillow and yanking your phone out from under it. The harsh light made your eyes water and burn, but the notifications on the screen made them ache even more.

ASHTON: 5 New Messages.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

What was once a fluttering feeling in your chest, seeing his name sprawled across the screen, turned abruptly into agony. You didn’t think it would be so soon— him reaching out to you. It had been a month, almost to the day, since you and Ashton had called your three and a half year relationship quits. Things were serious enough to bring marriage into the question and suddenly, one random Tuesday night, it all came crashing down. He told you that it wasn’t you, that it was him, that it was the right person at the wrong time and all of the other painfully worn out cliches. To think that you even considered marrying him at all.

A crazy thought at three in the morning.

And even crazier when you thought about him texting you in the middle of the night. After a month of no contact.

have you been drinking?

Sent. 3:01 am

Your thumbs twiddle quickly and hit send, waiting for those three little deathly bubbles to pop up and confirm that no, you weren’t dreaming and yes, he was anxiously awaiting your reply.

ASHTON

Maybe. Maybe not.

Sent. 3:01am

His response makes you grumble; Ashton was absolutely insufferable— and even more so when inebriated. You didn’t want to deal with him right now, it was in your best interest to just ignore him and fight the thought of him right back to sleep.

But something inside of you wasn’t allowing this to be that easy.

go to bed.

Sent. 3:02am

ASHTON

Not until you’re in it.

Sent. 3:02am

that made no sense.

Sent. 3:02am

Why was it so difficult to put your phone down?

ASHTON

I don’t give a shit. I miss you.

Sent. 3:03am

You were far too tired to be entertaining his stupid desires at such an odd hour of the evening. The time was one thing, but the fact that he was drinking was an entirely new fish to fry. You knew that your actions had consequences, and those consequences were something you’d have to deal with in the morning.

stop texting me.

Sent. 3:04am

Maybe he’ll get the hint.

ASHTON

Come over?

Sent. 3:04am

Okay. Maybe not.

Your bottom lip had gone raw from the amount of biting you’d been doing to it recently, and it had yet to stop at all. It was a nervous habit you’d picked up after the breakup and you thought you were doing well at combating it by picking at your nail beds and twirling your hair— but now, these little ticks were coming out all at once.

You were a walking ball of nerves and haven’t been the same since that random Tuesday, almost a month ago.

no.

Sent. 3:05am

Look at you. Standing your ground. You were so proud of yourself.

ASHTON

Please?

Sent. 3:05am

fine.

Sent. 3:08am

Fuck.

The time it took for you to get yourself decent must’ve been some sort of world record. Because now, seemingly seconds later, you were in your car and hunched over your steering wheel. Taking deep breaths in as the cool leather pricked your balled up fists.

This fucking sucks.

You turned the key and the engine begrudgingly grumbled to a start. Even your car knew that this was a poor decision; sounding like it was about a five mile drive from completely giving up on you.

Lucky for you, Ashton’s house was only a mile away.

The dark winding road leading to Ashton’s driveway felt like an eternity. You were frigid at the thought of him sitting and waiting up for you, sitting on that deep mahogany leather couch with his head tossed back onto the cushions. His knee bobbing impatiently and the light of the TV making his face glow pale. A glass of whiskey, or whatever the fuck poison he picked nowadays, clutched in his hand and taking small sips until ice melted gradually and watered it down.

You hated how much you knew about him. How predictable he had become in your time being with him. You knew that whatever image your brain was conjuring up of him was probably true, down to the outfit he was wearing.

You didn’t bother texting him because you knew that the second his porch lights turned on, he’d be slouched against the doorframe waiting for you. As he always did. Your tires crunched against the gravel as you slowly pulled into his driveway; shaky hands and tired eyes working in tandem to park your car in the usual spot.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

The familiar voice pulls your gaze away from your slippers and just as expected, there he was.

His hair was a few inches longer, auburn and honeycomb waves colliding into a box-dyed mess. His roots were so much darker, after you had worked so hard on the touch ups and hours spent bent over the bathtub rinsing the bleach out to lighten his black dye job. All of that time was in vain.

There was an appropriate amount of stubble surrounding his cheeks, for the time you’d gone without seeing him. You were too busy admiring his face to notice that he was wearing the Keith Haring printed robe you had gifted him for Christmas.

You probably looked crazy.

“You asked me to come over,” you shrug, trying to make light of the situation.

“So… you came?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

The tension rising was palpable, despite the tasteful three feet of distance between your bodies, and the only thing you could think about now was the way his mossy eyes sparkled beneath the porch lights.

“Well,” he breaks the silence with a chuckle, “Don’t just stand there. Come inside.”

You don’t say anything else after stepping over the threshold of the house you’d spent almost four years living in. Everything was the same. And you’d imagined it as so. To any normal person, a month wasn’t a terribly long time. But the time after a breakup all seems to mesh into one long day, since stepping into his house for the final time to grab your things felt like it was yesterday.

The guitars still mounted to the wall and decorated art pieces that hung to and fro reminded you of all of the effort you’d spent making this house into a home.

“Is Calum here?” you ask about his best friend and roommate, trying to pay attention to anything else in the room but him.

“Nope. He’s out.”

“Cool.”

Ashton moves around the living room with ease, unperturbed by your presence as he glides over to the connected kitchen. “Want a drink?”

“No. Don’t plan on crashing here, if that’s what you were expecting.”

He lets out a wry chuckle at your attempt to be stern, “I wasn’t expecting anything. Just— trying to be a polite host.”

“Yeah well,” you sigh, flopping back onto that old leather couch, “You don’t have to act like I’m some stranger.”

“Stranger?” he quizzes, opening the door to his fridge as his disembodied voice echoes behind you, “What makes you think I’d treat you like a stranger?”

Your shoulders tense up at his soft words, Ashton rounds the corner back into the livingroom to join you on the couch. He hands you a glass of apple juice, and you take it.

“Thanks,” you murmur, the thought of him keeping a bottle of apple juice in the fridge for you sending a chill down your spine. Despite making fun of you for it, he always remembered that it was your favorite.

“So…” he begins, shifting on the couch to face your slouched body.

You glance over at his posture, and the familiarity of it all was making your head hurt. To think that the way someone chose to sit on a couch was causing you so much grief felt unnatural.

“...How have you been?”

“Fine. Just— living. I suppose that’s all I could really ask for.”

“Living, huh? Sounds fun. Better than dying. If you said you were dying I’d definitely be a little less excited about you showing up here. Walking corpses are not as cool as they are on TV.”

The way Ashton constantly spoke in tongues drove you up the wall. “What the fuck are you even saying?”

“Sorry, I’ve— been watching a lot of TV recently. Also I, uh— had a bit to drink.”

Yeah, no shit.

A few more moments of deafening silence pass and ultimately confuse you. You aren’t sure how silence could be something so loud but alas, whenever you looked at, heard, or even thought of Ashton since that one Tuesday night, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own quickening heartbeat.

“Do you still have my cashmere sweater?” The thought pops into your mind randomly, as he takes a moment to admire you.

“I do. Did you want it back?”

That question pulls a dry chuckle out of you, “If I didn’t, I probably wouldn’t be asking for it.”

“Fair point. I know just where I left it, too— I’ll go get it.”

Ashton shifts to the edge of the couch to stand up, but stumbles back, due to whatever he had flowing in his system. He braces his ring-clad hands onto the leather and the metal adorning his knuckles tear down into it.

Glancing at those miscellaneous metal etchings and gemstones you’d gifted him makes you think about his infatuation with rings. And, his request for only eight of them.

Your mind flashes back to the anniversaries and milestones where he attempted to collect one for every finger. It could have been preference, or maybe he didn’t foresee enough milestones in which he’d acquire them—but you were never quite sure why he didn’t ask for ten.

He was weird in that way.

“You still wear your rings?” you ask, debating on biting your tongue after letting the question slip right out.

He stops in his tracks, as does your heart, “Of course I do. Why?”

“Dunno’,” you shrug, brushing your shoulder and letting your hand linger on your skin, “Just didn’t think you’d want to after everything.”

Ashton looks at you with intrigue; with purpose. He studies the hand of yours that had been left timidly resting on your forearm.

“Well, to ask you your own question; why wouldn’t I?”

His words hit you like a freight train and suddenly there’s a tightness in your chest that wasn’t there before. You were proud of yourself for being level headed— up until the moment you realized he was right; why wouldn’t he wear those rings?

Why wouldn’t you come over?

“Ashton?” The tightness in your chest was now spreading to your entire body, coating your limbs in this strange paralysis that always seemed to happen when you thought about him.

“Yeah?”

“I miss you, too.”

You don’t even get a moment to process how quickly you were straddling his lap, your crewneck riding up your back as his hands made an effort to explore you. The kiss was heated, sure, but you couldn’t tell if the resentment you felt towards him was meshing into your desires. Those soft little whimpers escaped his chest as you practically pinned him down onto the couch between your knees. You weren’t sure what came over you. Could’ve been his newly acquired taste for classical Hollywood cinema, or the fact that smelling his cologne felt like a breath of fresh air after a month spent locked in a tight little room.

“Ashton,” you mumble his name into his lips and they ricochet back onto yours.

“Oh, Y/N”, he hums, “How I’ve missed you, baby.”

Your tongues danced beneath the glowing of the silver screen, Casablanca being the most appropriate film to be on his television right now.

“I’ve–” your breath staggers, taking a moment to nip at his bottom lip, “I’ve missed you too. God fuckin’–”

The words you were meant to speak were entrapped by soft moans, as Ashton pulls you into his airy pajama pants. He holds you tightly, like he had never left.

“Do– do you–” He attempts to ask the question, the age-old question that had you rethinking your decision to come to his house in the first place.

“I don’t know…”

Your hand travels up to his hair and drags down to cup his cheek, the stubble slightly scratching at your palm and reminding yourself of the blisters that were left in the place of Ashton’s many, many attempts to teach you the drums. Two and a half years of consistent practice paid off.

“That’s okay,” he consoles, nuzzling his cheek into your hand, “We don’t have to do anything. We could just– lay here, y’know? Never minded it, still don’t.”

His answer surprises you. You nod and stutter, unable to form a coherent thought due to the warmth of his bare chest beneath his robe.

“Mmmh. You know what?— I change my mind.”

He chuckles, “Do you, now?”

“Yup. I want to. Gotta’ get whatever the fuck this is— out of my system.”

You couldn’t describe the way Ashton’s face morphed into that of a kicked puppy. The pain in your chest was blatantly obvious now, like a subtle pinprick every time the dim lights would catch the sparkle in his eyes.

“Out of your system?”

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean it like that,” you say; an oxymoron of sorts. Since the elephant in the room started stomping around and now, you were straddling him and tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“I guess I can’t disagree with you. I’ve been missing you a lot but— I don’t know, I can’t really place what I’m feeling.”

Your lip tugs to the side, as does his. Twin looks of confusion in an effort to read each other’s faces. “Let’s just— pick up where we left off? Maybe it’ll help get your mind off the existential dread.”

“Existential dread, huh? Is that what this feeling is?” he asks, his hands running up and down your spine beneath your crewneck.

“Yeah, sure,” you swallow hard, harder than you’d intended and you choke on your words, “We can call it that.”

He whispers your name softly and the chills start running down your body. His voice was the one thing you couldn’t get over; no matter how many nights you’d spent staring at the ceiling in an effort to change that. You’d hear him calling out to you every time the wind blew and hearing him say it right in front of you felt like a slap in the goddamn face.

“Y/N, I’m sorry—”

“It’s a little too late for that now, don’t you think?”

You hated to be so morbid and dry but in the end, it was true. If he had wanted to give apologies where they were due, they should’ve been said the moment he called it quits.

“I figured it’s better late than never. You deserve an apology for— everything that went on.”

Your face turns cherry red, a sudden wash of anger flushing over your cheeks. You push yourself off of his chest with a force that you didn’t even know you were capable of. He jerks back, awe-stricken at the sudden change.

“Oh fuck you Ash. You’re so full of shit,” you mutter, fueled with sudden rage, “If you really wanted to apologize you’d have been at my doorstep a month ago. You don’t care about me. You only care because I’m right in front of you and looking at me hurts too much for you to ignore it.”

“You think I don’t care about you?…”

Ashton’s voice cracks and suddenly you were feeling awful for blowing up unprovoked. The notch in his forehead grows deeper as he studies your infuriated face with sincerity.

“Y/N, of course I fucking care about you. Are you kidding me? I care about you more than anything in this world.”

Another one of those pinpricks tugs at your heartstrings.

“Then why did you let me go?”

Without a moment’s notice or any sort of explanation, Ashton pulls you back into his chest and slots his lips against yours. You don’t fight it. In fact, you embrace it. Another frenzied kiss of daring tongues and roaming hands against the places that felt so familiar to the both of you.

Just as the kiss goes rogue and his lips sloppily traipse down to your jaw, you feel a small droplet roll down your cheek. One that didn’t belong to you.

A quiet sob is preceded by a sentence that rips your heart out of your chest.

“I never wanted to. I never wanted to let you go.”

“Ashton,” you murmur, feeling your eyes welling up just the same, “I—I didn’t know—”

He interrupts your thought with a string of kisses down your neck towards your chest. His hands roam with fervor, feeling you up as though you were the last thing he would ever be allowed or able to touch. You embraced his blistered hands and the way they knew every crease and divot in your body, how effortless he was at drawing you back in.

“I never knew how to get you in front of me to actually say the things on my mind but now that I have you I just— I couldn’t fight the pain in my chest when I looked into your eyes for the first time.” His rambling was trailing off into muffled sniffling and staccato phrasing; it was causing you physical pain to hear him this way.

“I just assumed you hated me. I thought you never wanted to see me again, Ash. Why didn’t you say this sooner?”

“What? No. No, I don’t hate you,” he defends, still solemn, “I just— didn’t know how to reach out. It took me a lot to swallow my pride and send you that text, Y/N… I’ve never been good at communicating.”

“Tell me about it,” you break the tension with a lighthearted hand, but remnants of your feelings for him lingered above your head like a storm cloud.

“But my actions have consequences, I’ve learned… I’d drive past your house and it’d take everything in me not to bang on your front door and drop down to my knees. Beg you to forgive me for everything I put you through… Everything I do reminds me of you in some way and— it was hard to even think about the two of us existing in the same universe without the other by our sides. It just, it didn’t feel natural—”

You felt sorrowful enough to place a kiss on his cheek as he rambled on, masking tears of your own and letting them drip down his cheek.

“— And when you told me ‘no’ after I’d asked you on a whim to come here, I thought it was over. My entire life flashed before my eyes and you weren’t in it and it just— it fucking killed me.”

“But Ashton, I’m here,” you say, watching his face deconstruct into more of a manic expression as he digressed, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know you’re here. You’re here now and— I know you always told me to live in the moment, but fuck. There’s so much left to say.”

You cup his jaw and tilt his gaze back into yours, after it had wandered behind your head as it always seemed to do.

“I’m sure there’s a lot to say but Ashton, you’ve made up your mind. That’s just… the way things go.”

Another tear falls rogue from his malachite eyes and your thumb is there to catch it. His gaze is gut-wrenching, plucking at every single one of your impulses and all of the progress you’ve made in getting over him.

“Is it too late to change that?”

Your mind starts reeling. The words you’d never thought you’d hear coming from his mouth were finally out in the open and there was no sign of him taking them back. The initial issue was his lack of communication but fuck, you didn’t know it would come back to bite you so soon.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about sending him a simple text to meet for coffee in hopes to ‘change his mind’, but it seemed as though he was thinking about it just as much as you were. There was no point in fighting it anymore. The two of you were meant for each other. If a month of no contact was all it took for him to realize how much he needed you…

…Then maybe that random Tuesday night wasn’t the worst thing after all.

[maegorsbignaturals]

Did Visenya care for Aenys? Cause I think he was born 5 years before Maegor and I have no idea if she cared for him, did she even care for Rhaenys? Did she care for Maegor, for Aegon? Or was she that cliche one dimensional I only care about myself and power character? Do we know anything about her besides her being a badass and Maegor's witchy mom?

Oh, she surely loved both Rhaenys and Aegon. I mean, she was not overwhelming affectionate with them as say, Lyanna and Ned, or Jon and Arya. Her relationship with Aegon and Rhaenys was heavily affected by the conquest, their legacies and their marriages. Visenya and Aegon BOTH cried and grieved Rhaenys when she died in Dorne (The Dragon's Wroth), and the main reason Visenya made the Kingsguard was to protect Aegon. Aegon had in high regard both of his sisters, even if he romantically and sexually loved Rhaenys more, he still followed Visenya's advices and took them in consideration. As Blood and Fire says, they had never been more influential queens in westeros than them. I think this only changed after Rhaenys death, and when Visenya returned to Dragonstone. Personally, i don't think she loved Aenys like a nephew, but she respected him because he was Rhaenys and Aegon's son AND the next king of Westeros. He was the legacy of her siblings, and so the iron throne was. Being the cunning and smart woman she was, it is clear that she knew Aenys was weak and frail both mentally and physically, and that he would need someone to support him as king, and in case he died, a fast replacement for an heir. And here enters Maegor. I don't think Maegor was born exclusively to usurp Aenys, because if that was the case, they had a plenty of opportunities to do so, but they never did. Maegor was more like a support for his brother, the person that would push him to take the hard choices and to spill blood and fight his wars if needed. Aenys was too soft hearted to do so, so that was Maegor was born for. He was raised exactly for that: A warrior, the best of his type, and i think they found the perfect equilibrium as hand and king. Yet, the problems began when Aenys denied to marry Rhaena to Maegor and decided to marry her to Aegon the uncrowned (Yes, it WAS a dumb decision, really, because even if Maegor was not the warrior we know by this point, he was a man and he only had a daughter. It would join the two targaryen branches, but whatever. I think Aenys was trying to emulate his parent's marriage with their children, Aegon-Rhaenys/Aegon-Rhaena, you get me?)

Here arrives ANOTHER whole rant about Maegor's identity as a Targaryen and closeness to his family and his legacy. Maegor was raised far away from the court, from his father and brother, and we do not know if Aegon even tried to form a real connection with him as he did with Aenys. Marrying Rhaena would bring him directly inside the family, he would never be far away from court and from the iron throne, but they denied him that. It was only after Aegon's death that Aenys tried to mend their relationship and tried to fix what Aegon broke, naming him his hand, giving him Blackfyre and letting him claim Balerio (and that made a whole lot set of problems). But it was not the same, The hand's title can be taken and given whenever the king wanted, a marriage cannot. It may have worked for some years, but when Aenys announced his children's marriage, the Faith did not liked it, began to revolt and Maegor saw how easily the things began to go to shit, he remembered he was raised to support Aenys, yeah, but foremost, to protect the Tragaryen LEGACY. And that include assure heirs of his own, wheter they were with Ceryse, Alys, Tyanna or Rhaena.