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lostfirefly · 4 months

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But what am I gonna say, when you make me feel that way?

The fic, as always, was not particularly planned. I'm tired after 3D class just in the mood today to try to write another NSFW. Sunday is a perfect day for smut, hah! English isn't my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F!Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: You came to visit Buggy in his office.

Warnings: Established relationship. SFW + NSFW, MDNI. I'm not confident in writing smut but wanted to write this shitty shit for you, my faceless reader :)

Words: 1757

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots,

The title is taken from “Bubbly” by Colbie Caillat.

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Knock. Knock.

“Out!!” Buggy’s angry voice rang out.

Knock. Knock.

“I said out!”

“It’s me, Buggy!” You said softly from behind the door.

“Come in.” He softened his tone a little.

“My love, I brought you food.” You walked into the captain's office holding a large tray.

“I don't wanna eat Y/N. Shit, nothing's working!” Buggy threw his pen and folder on the table.

“Oh, honey. It's okay. You need a break.” You put the tray on the table and took his hat off.

Buggy glanced at you and scowled. Dressed in a loose, dark t-shirt and sweatpants, your figure was subtly accentuated, with the gentle curves of your long, lean frame visible despite your casual attire. He tried not to notice that you weren't wearing a bra and watched you walk around the table and stand behind him with your hands on his shoulders, kneading at the tension that was there.

Leaning down, you touched your lips to his ear and whispered. “I closed the door. You need to relax. I wanna see my real Buggy. Where's my Buggy?”

Your soft, knowing tone had stung him, exposing a vulnerable part of himself that he had reluctantly revealed to you. Buggy resented having opened up, realizing you now had access to this closely guarded secret he had never meant to share with anyone.

You straightened back up, started massaging his shoulders, moving up to work at the back of his neck. “You're too tired, my love. You eat practically nothing. The cook says you don't even let him come here. I worry about you.” You kissed Buggy in the top of his head. “That's why I decided to bring food to you, you will never drive me away.”

A shiver raced down his spine at the touch of your hands and lips, and he could feel himself getting hard. “Y/N, my dear cake, I’m busy!” Buggy tried to say it angrily.

“You're always busy, my love.” You moved back down to his shoulders, using a little more force, rubbing at the knotted muscles. “You're so tense. And you look exhausted. You've been sitting here late for several days now.” You said quietly, massaging his back.

“Because I have to find that fucking kid. He stole my fucking map. And this's my map, Y/N!” Buggy exhaled heavily. “We almost found him, and he ran away from under my nose.”

“I know! Everything will be fine, Buggy! Relax!” You chuckled softly in his ear, exhaling a warm gust of breath. You nibbled at his ear lobe, biting down a little harder when Buggy tried to move away.

“Y/N, baby, please.”

“You know, today I found myself imagining you in bed with me.” You kissed him on his neck.

Buggy abruptly stood up, sending the chair skittering off to the side, feeling sick and aroused at the thought of you touching him. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

You narrowed your eyes, and bit your lower lip without saying a word.

Buggy's gaze lingered on you for a few moments before he let out a low growl. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your mouths together in a rough, forceful kiss. Buggy half expected you to fight him, to push and shove, to say no with your body. Instead, you responded eagerly, nipping at his lower lip and chasing his tongue with your own, stroking and sliding wetly into his mouth. You threaded your fingers through his hair, gripping his head tightly.

The sudden jolt of pain and your assertiveness caused Buggy to become fully, painfully aroused. He paused momentarily to take a quick breath and let out a groan before immersing himself back into you, savoring your taste, exploring the contours and texture of your mouth.

You pushed against Buggy, pushing him back until he collided with the table. You had made your way down to his neck, leaving marks that stung, attempting to consume him with your teeth and lips. Buggy reached down and lifted you up against his arousal, thrusting against you in an attempt to alleviate the intense ache that you had ignited.

“That's my Captain!” You gasped as you released his hair and reached down to unbutton his pants. Buggy caught your hands and intertwined your fingers, trying to slow things down a bit. His anger and fear had transformed into passionate arousal, and he wanted to relish the moment.

Buggy twisted and forcefully pushed you down onto the tabletop, his mouth finding your breast through the fabric of your shirt. You grinned and wrapped your legs around his, trying to bring him closer. Buggy ground his cock against you, hard, as he scraped your nipple with his teeth carelessly, feeling you jerk and tremble under him.

"You like that?" Buggy asked, alternating between your breasts, trying not to favor one over the other.

“Yeah, I like that, jerk!" You gasped and struggled to free your hands, bucking upwards as Buggy leaned back slightly to create some space between you. But Buggy kept your fingers firmly entwined with his. Leaning down, he nuzzled your belly, pushing your shirt up with his nose and dragging his lips across your soft, downy skin. The tickling sensation drew a bitten-back moan from you as Buggy wrapped his tongue around a hard nipple, sucking intently. You were so hard in his mouth, and goosebumps rose on your skin as he watched.

"What do you want, Y/N? You want me to fuck you?" Buggy ran his lips gently on you skin, feeling your squirm. "What do you want?"

You growled, "You son-of-a-bitch, Buggy." Your voice was tight with anger and humiliation. "You just want to hear me beg, right?”

"Yeah." He lowered his voice to a sexy whisper, remembering how much you had loved the sound of it.

“But I won't. You've been stuck in your office for a week now. And you hurt me, bad blue-haired boy!” You ran your fingers down his neck.

“I hurt you? How?”

“I don't see you in our bed. I miss you.” You said quietly. “I know you're busy, but I miss you.”

“Do you think I didn't miss you?” Buggy grinned, shifted your foot aside, then undid his pants and underwear, exposing himself to your eager eyes. "Look at what you did to me, Y/N. Look how hard you made me," Buggy murmured, stroking his hardened length as he reclined, maintaining eye contact and preening a little.

You pulled Buggy into a deep, passionate kiss, feeling his soft gasps against your lips. His heartbeat quickened, synchronizing with yours as he arched up into the embrace. He moaned quietly, gazing intently into your eyes as he pushed forward.

Your mouths opened in unison as Buggy entered you, your eyes fluttering closed, but he watched closely, observing every subtle shift in your expression. The changes told him more than any words could. Buggy paused, fully sheathed within you.

“Oh, Y/N, my cake, this is... so good... so tight,” Buggy managed through his heavy breathing.

Buggy moved in and out of you, slowly at first but quickly finding a comfortable rhythm. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in time with his thrusts. He pressed his upper body against yours as you both breathed heavily into each other's ears. With each thrust, the pencil-filled cup on the desk inched precariously closer to the edge.

Buggy slowed his rhythm, not pushing in all the way so he could press his thumb against your clit. You exhaled loudly and leaned back, placing your hands on the desk to brace yourself, which pushed your breasts forward. Buggy matched the movements of his thumb to those of his hips. Your breathing grew heavier, causing your breasts to sway. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as Buggy further slowed his thrusts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard, gently biting it between his teeth. You gazed at him with lust-filled eyes, wanting more and wishing you had given in sooner.

“Fuck, Buggy!” You gasped.

The intensity of hearing his name spoken in such a manner is almost overwhelming. He released your nipple and adjusted the depth of his thrusts, being careful not to apply too much pressure on your clitoris. Your breasts moved in sync with your irregular breathing, and Buggy had to summon all of his self-control to prevent himself from climaxing. You shut your eyes, and your irregular breathing transformed into moans as he could sense your vagina contracting around his penis in rhythmic waves. He had to shut his eyes and focus in order to prevent himself from reaching orgasm. He desired to savor this moment for as long as he could endure, so he slowed down his pace to match the diminishing waves of your orgasm. Both of you opened your eyes and exchanged wide smiles.

“You want to tell me something, Y/N?” Buggy said quietly, kissing you in your lips.

“Don't stop, please.” You tried to pull him closer.

Buggy leaned across the desk and pulled you into a passionate embrace, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your legs around him, guiding him into a steady rhythm. Breathless, you both finally broke the kiss. Buggy's breathing quickened as he neared climax. Sensing this, you tightened your pelvic muscles, eliciting a guttural groan from him.

“I’m so close, my love. I want us to come together.” You said quietly.

Buggy groaned, dug his fingers into your hips and thrust in hard while almost pulling you off the edge of the desk. He came inside you and felt his cock pulsating, pushing out the last of his come. The aftershocks of the orgasm hit Buggy like a ton of bricks, he smiled widely when he finally mustered up enough strength to lift his face to look at you, still panting like he'd just run a marathon.

“Fuck, Y/N, that was. You are...”

“Yeah, I am. I know,” you smiled back, “I feel the same. Feel better now?” You kissed him on his forehead.

“Yes. Thanks.” He kissed you back.

“You're always welcome.” You ran your hands through his hair. “It would be great if you could find time for me tonight. I miss you.”

“Oh, believe me, baby, I will find it.” Buggy ran his hand over your hair. “Sorry I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you too.” He shifted his gaze to the tray. “Hey! Don't you want to eat with me?”

You nodded.

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wackyharpy · 9 months

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Eventually (Part 2)

Modern! Aemond x Fem! Reader

Summary: Aemond has been in love with Helaena's best friend but hasn't confessed yet. Everything changes when he meets her at Dragonstone.

Part 1

Part 3 (maybe, not sure)

A/N: English isn't my native language. I'd be very glad for your comments and reblogs. Thank you in advance! Enjoy the story :)

For the atmosphere: Hante — Burning

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, swearing, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), in this story Helaena is the youngest, she/her pronouns.

Consuming of media is your own responsibility

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD

Aemond sits till the end of the meeting on his own. Aegon leaves it upon the request of Rheanyra who unexpectedly has appeared to discuss current matters.

Her uncle Daemon and his obsession with Laena are small troubles that can be solved. Aemond tries his best not to scoff and roll the eye. Yes, they are "small troubles". Does anybody care that all shit that is going to happen at the financial department will be his duty? He will be obliged to regulate all disputes that may occur with the Royce family.

Being the second one in everything — that's Aemond's burden.

Corlys Velaryon only smiles attentively watching Aemond's reactions. Sure, he's satisfied to intermarry with Targaryens one more time. Who wouldn't be? Except, it's a bit redundant for Aemond.

He leaves the office straight after the meeting is over. On the way to his allocated room, he runs into a servant who informs that dinner is ready. His siblings are waiting for him downstairs at the open veranda.

"Has Halaena arrived already?"

"Yes, Mr Targaryen, with a guest."

A guest. She is here.

Aemond only nods his head and the servant goes further. The feeling as if something heavy stuck in his chest comes instantly. He reaches the bedroom and comes into the bathroom at once turning on cold water. He collects it in his palms and washes his face several times. Aemond feels how his heart rate speeds. Faster and faster. As though it is going to break out of the chest. He raises his head and looks at himself in the big mirror that takes almost all the space on the wall. Licks his lips.

Aemond ties his hair in the low ponytail and takes out round silver cufflinks decorated with black stone. He rolls up the sleeves revealing his muscular forearms with several veins running on it.

With a cold expression on his face, he arrives at the veranda with an already laid table. One seat is untouched and it's directly opposite hers.

"And here's my favorite brother!" Daeron comes up to Aemond and hugs him.

"I'm offended," scoffs Aegon taking a sip from a glass.

"Aemond!" Halaena's cheerful voice can be heard next to him and in a second her petite arms embrace the large body of his.

"How's life?" asks Daeron taking his seat at the oak table. The most beloved Aemond's siblings are Daeron and his little sister. They have never asked about the work straight after they see him.

"Yeah, how's it going?" Halaena sends the most generous smile towards him.

"You're so sweet I'm gonna vomit," Aegon grimaces.

Aemond successfully ignores the elder brother's banters and sits at the table noticing a figure coming up to them.

Her.

"Hey, everyone," she wears a light sundress with thin straps. No bra.

Holly shit.

Aemond feels how his dick is becoming firm slowly. Grips the jaw.

"We're so glad you decided to join us here," Aegon starts cunningly casting glances at pale face of his brother, "it's cool you're staying overnight."

Then, he looks pointedly at Aemond that just gulps and extrudes a greeting. Aegon catches an irritated look of the smallest of brothers — Daeron does his best to make it clear that Aegon has the best face for smacking. What a pity that the only obstacle is the table between them.

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"When will you tell him?" Halaena rolls on her abdomen on the deck chair. Pleasant breeze plays with her white locks.

"Seriously?" her friend asks exhaling heavily, "actually, I dunno."

"Today," Halaena answers firmly.

"What?! No! I..."

"You can."

"No, you know I can't do that. He is... He is... You know, he's Aemond Targaryen himself!"

"Mhm," Halaena flips the page of the magazine, "he's my brother. Just chill."

She throws a quick look at Aemond who sits with his brothers drinking something.

"Hey, look at me," her friend sits upwards and takes off her panama hat; she ties one part of her long white locks in a hairstyle that's so preferred by her brother.

"So, imagine I'm Aemond," Halaena tries to make the same cold expression on her face, but it seems only he possesses this talent.

"What? No, Hal! It won't work!"

Halaena just tsks and rolls her eyes.

"Oh, dear gods! Say it!"

She starts laughing watching how the little Targaryens' sister tries to pretend she's Aemond.

"Okay, okay, wait. I can't concentrate when you're grimacing like that," she calms down at last and takes a deep breath looking straight into her friend's eyes imagining it's Aemond's one.

"I love you." she whispers out.

"Exactly! Then go and say it to my brother!"

"No, I can't!"

"You little coward!"

Halaena starts chasing the running away friend. Ultimately, the girls stumble and fall on the wet sand bursting out laughing. The perplexed Targaryen brothers just look at them. And Aemond feels that the bulk in his trousers is unendurable.

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Late in the evening they make a little party with dancing. As always, Aemond sits humbly just sipping a drink from the glass gathering all his strength to invite her for a dance. He plunges deeply into his thoughts that doesn't notice how she comes up and sits next to him.

"Hey," warm smile on the face, "we've already greeted each other today but haven't spoken properly, actually."

"Yes. Hello. How's studying?"

Bad beginning. Very bad beginning, Aemond.

He has turned into such a workaholic and got used to being asked about the business that hasn't even noticed how he has become exactly as those people who surround him at work.

"Studying is good. I chose what I was really interested in so I'm satisfied."

Then, there is awkward silence between them two. Neither of them has an idea how to save this conversation.

"Daeron, hey, hey, quickly, switch on any slow dance," Halaena runs up to her brother shoving him with her elbow, then points to where her friend and Aemond sit.

"I know none," Daeron wants to add something else but Aegon appears unexpectedly near them and interrupts him.

"Calm down, babes. I'm gonna save the situation."

"You'll only spoil it, idiot," Daeron hisses and doesn't let Aegon to take control upon the laptop and the playlist which is on.

"Believe me, I had enough dances with girls to get laid with them after all."

After several minutes of disputes between two brothers, Aegon finally finds a slow dance and plays it on.

Last sunbeams are hiding behind the horizon coloring it into pink and orange. Outdoors lights and festoons, which decorate the veranda, illuminate the open space for dancing. Eventually, Aemond and her can be seen touching each other and slowly moving in rhythm of the song.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't invite me," she smiles shyly at Aemond and her cheeks become pinkish.

"I thought you would refuse," he mirrors her smiling and embraces her tightly with the hand which he keeps on her back.

She closes her eyes smelling his shirt brushing with the tip of her nose.

"No, I wouldn't refuse even to dance one more time," breathes out.

"Only one more?" Aemond leans his head and touches her ear feeling an immediate shudder of her body.

"Two, three, four more," she raises her head desiring to look directly into his eye. Aemond chuckles starting to stroke her back gently. She bites her lower lip feeling the hardness in his trousers. Yes, she wants him too, although, she's very afraid to make the first move. Her thighs clench. She catches her breath and squeezes the fabric of his shirt.

"Do you feel unwell?" Aemond notices these actions and looks at her with the concern.

She just shakes her head. Closing her eyes, she humbly reaches Aemond's face standing on her tiptoes and brushes his thin line of lips with hers. She feels the ragged breathing out and how his large arms embrace her little figure fully.

"Sorry, Aemond, I... I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay," he interrupts her calmly looking into her eyes, "we can kiss if you want."

"Maybe not here." she looks at others briefly.

Aemond takes her hand gently and leads her back into the mansion. They go anxiously along the poor lighted corridor and then turn round the corner.

Aemond catches her waist and pins her to the wall with one swift move covering her mouth with his. He hears only a short groan and then feels how her small arms embrace his shoulders. She sighs into his mouth between small interruptions they make to catch breathes. And then Aemond pulls her face towards him and kisses again.

His tongue asks for the permission to enter her mouth. She throws one leg on his hip and he immediately catches it pressing his groin closer to her center. She opens her mouth allowing him access to her tongue and he instantly slides his into.

It feels suffocating finally kissing the guy she has seen only in her dreams, at times she has been imagining how Aemond will touch her, pin to the wall, press his lips and will stop until he devours all her moans and sighs. Now, it is happening. With her. And Aemond Targaryen is pressing his hard shaft between her legs seeking for friction.

He has been picturing her the same she is currently in front of him: hair is a mess, pink cheeks, ragged breathing, fogged gaze of the eyes, and small palms clenching on his shirt. He wants to take it off. And then to rip this pretty sundress off of her.

Aemond strokes gently her thigh alternating it with rough rubbing against her soft panties. She feels something tugs in her lower abdomen, how pleasant heat flows directly to her center. Her pussy is wet, hot and needy. It responds to the rubbing movements of Aemond.

"Let's go to my room," he says breathing heavily after the long make out session. She just nods silently unable to produce a word.

He leads her to the bedroom. The moment they're in the room, he locks the door and then throws her on the fresh linen of the bed.

Aemond runs the tip of his nose on her neck feeling the shudder of her body. His gentle touch tickles a bit and adrenalizes at the same time. She throws her head back revealing her neck fully for his soft kisses. He wants to try and smell every inch of her. Aemond leaves silky kisses on her skin, licks it, bites it. She breathes rapidly grasping the linen under her. His platinum long hair brushes lightly her petite body, and she quivers because of it. Aemond reaches her collarbone sucking the skin there, and goes down, down, and down...

She bulges out her back and releases a quiet and soft moan. On hearing that, Aemond grips her tighter, and presses her body to his keeping on torturing her with hot kisses.

"Can I take off your dress?" he asks rising on his elbows and looming over her.

"Yes," she breathes out heavily.

Aemond smiles and takes one strip off her dress pulling it off her shoulder, then another. He takes off her dress slowly marveling how her breasts get revealed in front of him. The nipples are shamelessly hard. Finally, she lies almost nude, only in her black panties, in his bed and looks at him with foggy curtain on her eyes.

"You are beautiful," he says smiling and opens her legs leaving a light kiss on her inner thigh. She moans quietly. Aemond close his eye with satisfaction and goes down on her slowly, tasting every inch of the skin. He doesn't leave without any attention another leg — squeezes it tightly and sucks the softness of her body.

Aemond notices that her panties are wet. She is needy. She is waiting for the major part of their interaction. Aemond hooks up the edge of the black fabric with his fingers, and pulls them off of her. Now, she lies completely nude in front of him.

He could only imagine this. But it's not his dreams anymore, she is real, alive, looking at him in anticipation.

Aemond clings to her hot drenched pussy licking it and hears true loud groan. He embraces her hips, pulls her sex right next to his mouth, and starts devouring her exactly how he has been imagining. He circles his tongue on her clit. Her body is a shaking mess, the hands grips the duvet. Aemond moans himself sending pleasant vibrations right into her core that make her to shudder more and more releasing ragged breathes and groans. Her pussy is dripping drenching his face but he doesn't care at all clinging at it closer and closer. More and more. He licks her inner labia, then sucks it gently, kisses them.

"Oh, my God..." she breathes heavily. Her legs shake and she feels hot tugging in the lower abdomen and inside her vagina. Pleasant chill wafts on her face and then all over her whole body. Her insides clench, she closes her eyes, exhales through her nose, grips the duvet.

Aemond continues sucking and licking her inner labia and the area between them where it's very hot and wet. Her clit pulsates demanding his attention and he gives it covering the clitoris with his lips. She moans again. Loud long moaning.

The smell of sex and Aemond's beloved perfume fills the room. The velvet darkness embraces both of them covering from the world outside these walls. At present, they're completely alone being in the hands of each other.

Aemond can't endure longer. He has already been waiting for too long. His cock screams desiring to be buried deep within her walls. He recoils from her pussy and starts hastily to unbutton his shirt revealing lean muscular chest with the line of fine white hair on his lower abdomen that goes further hiding in the boxers.

"Aemond, wait," she suddenly rises on her elbows closing her legs, "I'm not on birth control."

He looks at her for some seconds just blinking and then unbuckles his trousers pulling them off. Aemond is searching all the shelves and drawers for a condom while she's patiently lying on the bed watching him. Her cheeks are red because of the arousal, her heart is pounding like a desperate bird that tries to break out of the cage.

"Finally!" he finds one in the bathroom and comes up to her taking off his boxers revealing the firm girthy dick.

"Are you sure?" he looks at her expectantly. She nods.

"If it hurts, just tell me," he states, and she nods again.

Aemond rips the small package and rolls the sticky condom on his cock positioning himself between her thighs. He takes the base and rubs the tip against her wet entrance. She watches attentively gripping the duvet tightly that her knuckles turns almost white.

Aemond starts trying to get into her, to infiltrate through her fleshy moist entry to reach the insides and pull the walls apart. She moans as she feels her vagina is getting used to his shaft breaking through her. Aemond groans as well closing the eye just for seconds. Eventually, he is inside and he starts thrusting into her slowly watching her reaction.

She half opens her mouth, licks the lips and releases soft moans that have become as honey for Aemond. He kisses her. Demanding and possessing. The movements become faster, two young bodies slap at each other releasing sticky juicy sounds. Aemond breathes heavily looming over her, can't stop, can't control himself. She is so coveted that he buries his dick deeper, grasps her wrists and pins her hands on either side of her head. Thrusting, thrusting and thrusting.

Halaena sits on the deck chair next to her two brothers at times looking at the doorway which Aemond and her friend have disappeared behind.

"Don't even look that way. They won't come back tonight," chuckles Aegon.

Daeron and Halaena turn their heads towards the elder brother who has that Cheshire cat's grin on his face.

"I said you I'm pro in such issues."

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ugotnojamzzz · 1 year

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Work in Progress Pt.5

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

The lively wedding celebration continued in full swing, with music and laughter filling the air. However, amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Jungkook noticed Y/N's absence and couldn't resist the urge to look for her, against his better judgement.

He knew her well enough to predict where he might find her, especially with the view from the window that revealed her elegant backless dress. He stepped onto the balcony, the chill of the night instantly hitting him. "Aren't you freezing out here?" he inquired, his breath forming a faint mist in the cold air.

Y/N, her figure silhouetted against the backdrop of the night, turned to look at him. She held out the snifter glass in her hand, swirling the amber liquid within, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I have my new friend Brandy to keep me warm," she replied with a wry smile. Jungkook ambled to the edge of the balcony, his fingers drumming nervously against the balustrade as he sought to break the silence.

"Hey there, listen—" he began, but his words faltered as he noticed her covering her face, her shoulders trembling. It wasn't clear whether she was crying until a sudden burst of laughter escaped her, echoing through the night. Jungkook could hardly hide his confusion, "what's so funny?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I'm— I'm sorry," she managed between giggles. "I just... I can't believe they asked us of all people to make a toast at this wedding," she said, wiping her eyes. "I mean, isn't it stupid?" Y/N laughed, her mirth infectious.

"Yeah," Jungkook agreed, "I guess it is a bit stupid," suddenly unable to hold back his own nervous laughter any longer.

"I mean, if we had any idea what the key to a long-lasting marriage was, we probably wouldn't be here right now," Y/N continued, holding her sides as she shook with laughter. They both looked like complete maniacs from afar but they didn’t care. "Anyway," she carried on after a while, her laughter subsiding, "shouldn't you be with your date?"

Jungkook's smile faded slightly as he admitted, "She left early, had a bit of a headache."

Y/N recalled the restroom encounter from earlier, the awkwardness lingering between them. "God, yeah," she said with a nervous chuckle. "That... might be my fault. I sort of—"

"I know, she told me," Jungkook confessed, his gaze softening.

"I'm so sorry," Y/N apologized sincerely, her voice filled with regret. "I honestly don't know what came over me. You know how I can get after a few glasses—"

"It's okay," Jungkook reassured her, cutting her off gently. "I should be the one apologizing, really. I was a jerk earlier."

"No, I mean— you’re allowed not to want to tell m-" Y/N began, her voice filled with understanding.

"But I do," Jungkook continued sincerely, as he looked at her with warmth in his eyes.

“Y-you do?” She asked, surprised.

"I mean, I'm not gonna pretend it'll be easy, but- we were friends before we were anything more, and I- I miss that." He looked down, his lips pursed at his own unexpected confession. But it was all true. Losing her was one thing, losing his best friend was another. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a glimmer in her eyes.

"Me too," she admitted, her voice softening.

"I guess we'll just have to figure things out," Jungkook said with determination, the tension slowly dissipating. He was right, their friend group was too close-knit and navigating the remaining awkwardness from their history had been way too much. Both knew they would need to put it all behind somehow.

"Right," Y/N agreed, a sense of optimism filling the space between them. "So, tell me, what's been going on in our Golden Maknae's life lately?"

As they continued to converse, the balcony became a haven of shared laughter and excitement. It felt like a slice of their past, reminiscent of the days when they were inseparable. The topics ranged from the mundane to the profound, and for a while, the world outside the balcony ceased to exist.

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, the topic of Minju's pregnancy inevitably arose. Unspoken sorrow lingered in the air, a shared knowledge of their past and the unspoken pain that accompanied it. Their eyes met, and for a moment.

"They're gonna be great parents," Y/N said softly, with voice tinged with both happiness and sadness, and a bright smile Jungkook could see right through.

"They are," Jungkook agreed, a mixture of emotions playing in his eyes as they exchanged a knowing glance, the unspoken chapters of their intertwined stories looming large between them.

As Y/N scanned the room from the balcony, her keen eyes locked onto Jimin, who was stealthily making his way back towards the reception area after his mysterious absence. Her lips curled into a sly grin, and there was an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, hell no," she muttered under her breath, her voice growing louder with each word as she stormed back inside. "No, No, No, Jimin-ah, don't you dare run away from me!" Jimin, sensing the impending storm of Y/N's wrath, attempted a quick escape, his agility and grace in his finely tailored suit no match for her determination.

He turned, attempting to join the reception area, but Y/N's accusative finger pointed straight at him, and there was no escaping her fury. "You!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with both indignation and playful annoyance. "You are the worst wingman on earth! I can't believe you'd pull that crap! 'Gallantry's my middle name' my ass!"

Jimin, the epitome of charm even in the face of impending retribution, adopted an innocent expression. "Y/N, my love," he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated sincerity, "don't be mad. It's not my fault I'm irresistible in a suit. I'm like a chick-magnet. There was virtually nothing I could do!"

"For two hours?" Y/N shot back incredulously. "Couldn't you just have a quickie like a normal person?"

Jimin grinned mischievously, his playful banter unwavering. "What can I say? I'm a giver."

"You complete buffoon," Y/N retorted, her annoyance melting into amusement. "You owe me."

"Argh, don't be like that," Jimin pleaded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, crossing her arms. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink," he winked.

"It's an open bar, Jimin." She answered, flashing a faux-grateful smile.

"Can I perhaps interest you in a tender kiss, then?" he teased, leaning in with a playful pout. Rolling her eyes, Y/N gave in with a chuckle.

"Ugh, fine, a drink it is."

"Gin Martini?"

"Better make it a double," she warned him.

"Right away, Milady," Jimin said with a faux-French accent, "As it pleases Milady, I only live to serve Milady." He walked away, theatrically bowing, and in a moment of poetic justice, he managed to crash into a waiter, causing a cascade of trays to topple precariously. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle before turning back to Jungkook, who was still out on the balcony.

"You coming?" she called out to him.

Jungkook, watching the humorous exchange with an amused smile, shook his head. "I'll catch up with you guys later," he replied, content to remain on the balcony for a while longer, savoring the solitude and the cool night air.

Jungkook stood there on the balcony, the soft breeze rustling his hair as he contemplated his unexpected conversation with Y/N. Time seemed to slow down, the minutes stretching into moments of tranquil reflection. Talking to her had been oddly comforting. Despite their tumultuous past and the undeniable fact that their romantic union was over, he couldn't deny the nostalgia that their interaction had stirred within him. They had shared so much – laughter, secrets, and countless memories. The highs and lows of their relationship were etched into his heart. Their messy divorce had served as a painful reminder of their irreconcilable differences, but the past year and a half had been an ongoing challenge. Navigating their shared friend group had been an awkward dance, each encounter weighed down by unspoken tension.

Yet, as Jungkook gazed out into the night, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of a fresh start. Perhaps this unexpected encounter could pave the way for a new chapter in their lives. A chance for them to coexist comfortably within their circle of friends, unburdened by the lingering awkwardness that had plagued them. He knew it wouldn't be simple. Their journey had been marred by heartache, misunderstandings, and emotional turmoil. But as he leaned against the balustrade, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they were turning a corner—a chance to breathe freely in each other's presence, a tentative step toward healing old wounds.

As Jungkook finally headed back towards the reception hall, lost in his thoughts, he was greeted by a peculiar sound that snapped him back to reality. The boisterous voices of Yoongi and Taehyung grew louder as he approached the hall's entrance. With a mixture of curiosity and bemusement, he stepped through the doors, and what he saw was nothing short of absurd.

Yoongi and Taehyung, usually composed and collected and cool, were now swaying arm in arm, belting out the lyrics to a nostalgic ballad as if their lives depended on it. Their voices wavering in and out of tune, but their enthusiasm infectious.

Turning his attention, Jungkook spotted Jin-hyung in the midst of an impromptu dance battle with a random kid, no older than 12. Jin's tie had somehow found its way around his forehead, adding a touch of eccentricity to his passionate moves. Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Ah, Jin-hyung.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the hall, oblivious to the uproarious commotion, Namjoon and Minju were lost in their own little world. Their eyes were locked, and they swayed gently to the music, wrapped up in the bubble of their love. They’re going to be fine, Jungkook thought.

"Jesus, Jimin-ssi, keep it PG, will you?" a voice suddenly rang, drawing laughter from those nearby. Jungkook’s head whipped to the side, only for him to catch sight of none other than Jimin, perched precariously atop a table, in the midst of an energetic, and wildly too suggestive dance performance. It was clear he had overexerted himself, evidenced by the conspicuous rip in his pants. Y/N and Hobi were desperately trying to coax him off the table, their hands raised in a plea for him to descend.

Hoseok, trying to maintain some semblance of order, added his voice to the mix, his tone half-joking and half-serious. "Jimin-ah, get down- Ji- don’t make me call Mrs. Kim over, ‘cause I will!" He threatened, eyeing Jimin's antics with a mix of exasperation and fondness. Jungkook couldn't help but shake his head, thoroughly entertained by the scene.

He watched for a moment, wondering if he should intervene, but before he could decide, Y/N called out to him with a playful smile.

"Jungkook-ah! Are you going to help out, or do I need to beg?" Her voice carried a hint of amusement, and Jungkook couldn't resist joining in the merriment.

Yes, he thought, they were going to be just fine.

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todomitoukei · 27 days

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Hey! I’d like to share my thoughts with you if you don’t mind! I don't know if what I say is relevant or not, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to :)

(Sorry if I make some mistakes, English is not my native language)

I don’t take Endeavour’s redemption seriously because of three incoherences :

1.One of the reasons why Horikoshi’s attempt to redeem Endeavour doesn’t convince me is because he never stops praising the qualities that made Endeavour abuse Touya and his entire family : his hard work ; his professionalism ; his obsession with his job… Horikoshi keeps repeating the same thing over and over : look at how he’s a hard worker ; look at how he works with devotion ; look at how he's a good superhero who trains the elite soldiers… Deku defends Endeavour because he’s a good mentor and Burnin’ doesn’t give a fuck about Touya because she respects her boss… I don’t see what that has to do with the question! Being good at your job isn't an excuse, let alone when you hurt your family because of this job : what “justified” the psychological and physical violence towards Rei, Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto (Endeavour's devotion to his job) is exactly what Horikoshi uses to make his character look good.

2. Endeavour keeps in touch with his coworkers who said they don’t care at all about Touya’s story (Burnin’, Kido, Onima and Deku to some extent). In other words, Endeavour says he regrets what he did to Touya but he spends time with people who don’t give a fuck about what happened to his son just because he’s a good boss. It's pure hypocrisy. The last time we see Endeavour is him spending time with people who say “the job/system that made you abuse your family is more important than the abuse itself”.

3. Endeavour makes the same mistake again by refusing to talk to his son before the tragedy (and Horikoshi wants me to think he changed for the better). He’s completely responsible for Touya’s real death just like he was responsible for Touya's first “death”. There were so many ways to stop Touya from burning himself. Endeavour could have retreated after Touya’s reveal to look for his son (didn’t he say he was desperately looking for his son when he “died” at the age of 13 ? Why didn’t he make the effort to reach him after the reveal ?) ; during the war, he could have met his son instead of waiting for Touya to face him (that would have been an interesting echo to the Sekoto Peak scene where Touya “died” because his father didn’t come to see him)… but Endeavour didn’t do anything at all because Horikoshi loves body horror and bad tragedy (I love horrific and tragic stories ; it just doesn’t fit MHA). Endeavour fails at saving his own son twice because he’s a coward and Horikoshi wants me to think he’s cool.

And it’s Natsuo, who held his father responsible for Touya’s first “death”, who tells him he’s badass when he sees his brother dying because Endeavour made the same mistake that killed Touya the first time… what ?

It's as if Horikoshi already "redeemed" Endeavour by making him change his behaviour with other people, which exempts his character from acting differently with Touya. He trained Deku who shared some similarities with Touya, his firstborn he didn't want to train because of his quirk, and he accepted teamwork instead of being self-centred. Touya embodies Endeavour's self past, and this self past had to die because Endeavour already changed with other people : it's not Endeavour who came too late to help his son, it was Touya who came too late to be helped. Thank you Horikoshi for this beautiful manga.

Sweet anon no need to apologize, your English is great!! (and let's be real most native English speakers couldn't form a single coherent sentence in a foreign language if their life depended on it)

You're absolutely right - I will be forever mad about that "I think your abuser is better than you because he's my mentor" like... ummm... huh??? No words, honestly. I could kind of get behind the idea of Endvr not immediately quitting his job as he saw stopping Touya as his responsibility. However, the sheer fact that he had a choice in the end to retire rather than, you know, being rightfully labeled as a villain himself for the crimes he has committed, stripped of his title as hero, thrown in jail or whatever etc. is forever going to be one of the dumbest aspects of this story. Even in the end, Endvr was never punished, really punished, for the things he's done.

This ties in with the second point you raise - he still has people by his side supporting him. At this point, the only thing that has changed for him is the fact he doesn't have to work anymore. Retirement, oh noooo :((( His sidekicks are essentially still his sidekicks, his number one fan Hwks is still by his side, acting like the child he never had and oh what's that? His wifey he abused pushes his wheelchair that he is more than capable of moving on his own? Wonderful!

Not only is Natsuo suddenly calling him badass the weirdest, most out-of-character line possible, I also felt that Natsuo deciding to cut him off wasn't even punishment considering Endvr never bothered to hang out or speak with him in the first place so it's not really different from before?

It's especially weird then how the members of the lov - all of whom are younger than Endvr - are considered "too far gone" and have to be thrown in jail or killed, yet Endvr gets infinite chances because he was smart enough to cover up his crimes for long enough? Because he established himself as hero so he gets unlimited get-out-of-jail cards?

It doesn't make sense to consider a 24 year old (crying because there was a time I was younger than him rip) who has suffered from all sorts of abuse his entire life can't be given a second chance because he reacted to that abuse instead of just dying as a kid, yet a grown ass man who made very conscious decisions he planned out carefully and kept hidden from the public for over two decades gets to go on just because the public isn't bringing out the guillotine?

Anyway... rip lov, you have always deserved to be in a better story than this.

#fellow writers if you ever doubt yourself just think about the fact that horikoshi spent over a decade writing publishing #and successfully selling this shit #and yet we are the clowns for reading it :(#bnhavent #ask

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thesmpisonfire · 6 months

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I feel like I have no ball in this court because I'm American, my first language is English, and the only other language I'm learning is Spanish (almost a year on Duo lets go lmao) But it really does bother me to see what's been happening

Yes, the French and Brazilians have every right to be upset over the xenophobia they faced, and yes, the admins have every right to demand respect after what's been revealed

But now it feels like it's becoming normalized to be xenophobic towards Spanish speaking streamers) fans. Like, being mad at Quackity because he spoke his native language to keep track of what he was saying? But also preaching that 'English isn't default' (which, true, but that's neither here nor there)? That's so goddamn hypocritical

And for Lea to '''joke''' about the admins who stuck around having 'Stockholm Syndrome'????? What the fuck??? I thought people were fighting for Stockholm Syndrome to be disused as a thing because it was coined to discredit a kidnapped woman who was angry with the police??

Sorry for the long anon ask, I just need to vent and I'm scared to do it publicly because I know what will happen

It just feels like it's past the point of Lea saying her rightful piece and is headed for her being negative for the sake of being negative. I'm not saying she should kiss Quackity's ass and be like "it's okay because he didn't know", but at least try to have good graces like everyone else

Look, I'm Brazilian and i got some fair share of seeing some part of patitotwt being xenophobic towards Brazilians, but that doesn't fucking mean we should just push away speaking spanish in its entirety bc its 1) Quackitys mother tongue and 2) some rotten apples dont define the entire fanbase

Plus. Yeah. The Stockholm Syndrome constant jokes made me rlly feel like mockery about it all

#qadmin situation

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thickenmyblood · 9 months

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Hi Maca, I hope you can answer my question about Damen’s previous love-sex life before Laurent.

I remember, there is this paragraph where is revealed that Damen came out while he was in college but only is reveled that he likes men, nothing specific about his sex experiences or anything.

“…He never really told them he liked men, the way Damen did, simply making out with a first-year guy in one of those college parties Nikandros used to drag them to. They had all thought it was a one-time thing, that it was the alcohol and the excitement of having passed his exams. Apparently, they were wrong.”

And now in chapter 19 I think its revealed that Damen was clueless or so ignorant about Laurents habits and whatever related to sex with men, and that make wonder if you could explain or give more details about Damen previous experiences.

I know you have stated in the same chapter these lines.

“He always has, ever since he got that first handjob halfway into being fourteen, through all the awkward and quick first times, through all the new awkward and quick first times with guys...”

but it seems that he was not very experienced and only had “firsts times.” with no further experiences to gain more understandings or to learn the basics mechanics.

Maybe I’m misinterpreting the paragraphs since English is not my native language, if that’s the case, please forgive, because you are a terrific writer, and the mistake is mine.

Any way thanks for your time and one more question, the books that Damen had read to understand Laurents and Nicaise behavior and trauma really exists or are based in real ones…

Thanks again for your time. And thanks for this fiction it’s really well written, engaging, you have the ability to capture your reader's emotions and imagination.

Ju_Katze.

hello!!! sorry for the late reply.

in hiuh, damen has had sex with men before laurent, but as you pointed out they were all "first times" in the sense that it was just hooking up (also, that quote is referencing things like "first time getting a blowjob from a guy, first time giving head yourself, first time fucking a guy".) you don't necessarily talk to a one-night stand about things like douching or prepping or the weird and toxic culture around not eating pre-sex that some people participate in. damen isn't stupid, but he is oblivious and ignorant about many things in this fic, and he doesn't really notice things (anything?) that escape the bubble of his comfort and experience (other examples include "the help" or waiters at restaurants and coffee shops, mental health issues, health issues in general like IBS or Celiac's, etc.)

additionally, you could use this bit of backstory to read how and why damen dating laurent was such a fundamental shift in his life and, especially, his friendships. we know nikandros has never liked laurent, and we know why, but it's also possible that nikandros and the entire friend group (aktis and elon, specifically) were not exactly bothered by damen "coming out" as bi because they saw it as a phase or as a sex-only thing. having casual sex with men is not the same as being in a committed relationship with one. which is why when laurent and damen break up, nikandros's options for damen are always women. i also think it's interesting that damen only considered dating a man seriously after his father was dead.

as for details about damen's previous experiences, they're not part of the story so they're not "canon", but I always imagined hiuh damen to be, essentially, a fuckboy (affectionate). he likes sex, he likes boys and girls, he likes other people knowing that he's good at things (and that includes sex). i like the idea that he started having sex when he was young (14) but that unlike what happened to laurent, it wasn't traumatic or weird or bad. that's why I liked the phrase "awkward and quick first times". that's usually the case with first times: you don't know what you're doing, sometimes there's sneaking around involved so you have to be quick about it, you're excited so it is quick, etc. it's my personal headcanon that his previous partners have always been "discreet" in the way laurent is, which speaks more about damen's toxic masculinity than his real personal taste. even if it was just a one night stand, he could never fuck someone like ancel, who wears "more feminine" clothes, does his nails, is into makeup, is more open and vocal about his queerness, etc.

about the self-help books: i'd say 99% of them are not real, but they are based on real books that you can find online. i read the body keeps the score (very problematic) and a bunch of others (like, a few pages of healing the shame that binds you) but ultimately decided it was better to just stick to original things.

i hope this cleared things up for you!!! thank you for the cool questions!! and congrats on your english, it's very good!

#hiuh #jukatze #hell yeah what a great q i love talking about damen

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nekoooooo-p · 2 months

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Hello! May i can ask 4 frei or charles (hello charlotte) like ur partner?, sorry my english is bad t_t

A/N: My English is not perfect either, haha, and of course you can! If your native language is Russian, I can translate, but only if Russian is the only other language I know... Also sorry for disappearing, I'm a little burned out.

Okay, let's go!

Warn: I cover up the holes in my ignorance of the canon with slight romance and OOC. I played Charlotte not so long ago, but I almost forgot some of the characters, and unfortunately Charlie n Frei is one of those characters...Please forgive me for this...

Hello Charlotte! Headcanons: Charles and Frei - your partners.

~Charles Eyler~

× Charles worries about you when you do something sloppy.

× He loves spending time with you.

× You communicate mainly on the Internet, but in reality you also know each other.

× He tries to protect you as much as possible if something happens, and if it doesn’t work out, he helps you psychologically and physically after the incident and apologizes very long and sadly.

× Perhaps he will write about you in his fanfic.

× Charles is a good listener.

× If he falls in love with you, he will try to do everything to make you feel good... even if he doesn’t succeed, know that he tried very hard.

× He will also torment himself for a long time about his failure, turning it over in his head and thinking about where he's fucked up. Please support him.

× In the same case of falling in love, he will be the first to suggest you run away. Anri will also receive an offer, but after you. But accepting his offer or refusing, like Anri, is your choice.

× He will reveal himself to you completely sooner or later.

× The tulpa treats you with aggression. Charles is incredibly irritated by this. Scarlett thinks that you are preventing Charles from concentrating on his studies and Mother.

× And frankly, she's right.

× Charlie is very shy to kiss you. Therefore, you will have to take the first step.

× He trusts you.

× He appreciates you.

× Please trust and appreciate him in return.

× You (don’t) want everything to be fine =), do you?

Dark lace dividers: prayr on Tumblr

pic from Tumblr: albedoxkeo

~Frei~

× If you mean Frei, then keep in mind that your subconscious itself gives the appearance of the Parasite.

× Who knows what he might look like in your head?

× Frei - a reflection of you from the inside. He is the truth. Horrible and rude in places.

× Parasites are basically sarcastic companions, aren't they? But if you were in harmony with yourself, it would be easier for you to bear it.

× Well.

× Frei.

× Your partner.

× Partner or partner?

× "I cleaned up your Library. Isn't your head clearer?"

× He doesn't care if the library suddenly looks creepy. This is your mind. It was important to him to clean up the mess, and if he exposed old wounds in your head... it's just you. You. The host of the parasite.

× "I came up with a new melody. Will you listen?"

× He started playing without your decision. As you can see, he doesn't care a bit.

× He often gives wise advice. It's worth listening to him. Now he is your subconscious.

× However, you don't have to listen to him. His job is to voice advice.

× He loves to play with your hair. If they are long. If it's short, he just combs your hair sometimes with a small comb. If they are very short, then he obviously doesn't do it. But he can pat you on the head.

× The more you communicate, the more you grow together and become one. Rotting.

× Speaking of how you could work as partners....

× He gives you advice and puts order in your head, dispelling fog and anxiety. And you follow his advice.

× By the way, having someone like Frei in your head is also very convenient because if you have an exam ahead, he will have time to sort out the memories you need. Convenient, isn't it?

× ...as ...partner.

× He's very tactile.

× Honestly, this is self-cest. Don't you think? Especially if he didn’t love you right away, having gotten into your head.

× However, he cares and appreciates you from the very beginning. Albeit from one’s own needs and benefits.

× He's cruel, but he does it for you. Revealing the rotten truth is better than always getting dust in your eyes, right?

× Despite his tactility, he only kissed you once or twice at best.

× You may have started to feel sleepy. How strange.

× He doesn't like being ignored. He will force you to pay attention to him.

× For example, he will scatter your thoughts so that your head is a mess, he will slip in incorrect memories and do all sorts of mischief, until you attack him in your sleep shouting “stop it!”

× He's not a Yandere. He simply hates being ignored. Therefore he will do it.

× ...Yandere Frei is a topic for a separate, albeit not large, post. (almost not a hint:D)

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yetanothersparrowofthedawn · 6 months

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All this and Heaven Too

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Word Count: 6.4k

Pairing: ex!Jake x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jake

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with an ex is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

Chapter soundtrack : All this and Heaven Too – Florence + the Machine

And the heart is hard to translate, It has a language of its own. It talks in tongues and quiet sighs, In prayers and proclamations, In the grand deeds of great men, And the smallest of gestures, In short shallow gasps.

The clicking of Y/N’s heels against the marble floor resonated throughout the hall, as she hurried towards the bridal dressing room and gave it a gentle knock. A wave of excitement washed over her when she opened the door. Before her stood her friend Briley, looking nothing short of exquisite in her wedding gown, the soft, ivory lace cascading around her like a waterfall.

"Knock, knock," Y/N smiled, her voice filled with awe as she stepped further into the room. She was greeted by the cheers of the other bridesmaids.

“Gosh, we thought you’d never get here” Briley sighed in relief as Y/N engulfed her in a hug.

"I know, sorry, my flight was delayed. Jesus, you look incredible," Y/N couldn't help but exclaim, her admiration spilling out in a breathless whisper. "Marcus is going to go crazy."

Briley's eyes twinkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Is he okay?" she asked, her smile slightly trembling.

"No idea," Y/N replied, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "I just got here and figured I'd come see you first."

The bride reached out and gently grabbed Y/N's forearm, her touch grounding and comforting. "You're the best," she whispered, gratitude filling her voice.

"So,” with a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N leaned in closer to her friend, "no cold feet, I hope?"

Briley laughed, “are you kidding? A flipping hurricane couldn’t stop me from getting them vows out.”

"Good," Y/N replied with a smile.

Suddenly the dressing room door creaked open, revealing the imposing presence of Marcus’s mother. Her demeanor, stern and strict, as per usual. "Mrs. King, how lovely to see you," Y/N greeted her respectfully.

The older woman glanced at her watch, her tone holding a hint of impatience. "It's good to see you too, Y/N. I see punctuality still isn't your strong suit."

Y/N chuckled softly, not taking the comment to heart. "I'm afraid so."

The woman approached her daughter-in-law before turning her attention to the bridesmaids, "You girls should go join the rest of the wedding party, the ceremony will begin soon."

"Yes, ma'am," Y/N replied, her tone respectful, and turned back to the bride. " We'll see you on the other side,” she paused, “don’t trip.”

Briley couldn't help but roll her eyes, as she watched Y/N and the other bridesmaids head towards the door.

________

Y/N's entrance sent ripples of excitement through the room. She strutted into the space where the rest of the wedding party had gathered, and her eyes lit up as she saw the Greta boys looking over at her. Each of them looked dashing in their tailored suits and polished dress shoes.

"Fancy seeing you here!" Y/N's voice rang out, filled with the joy of reunion. Warm smiles greeted her, and she was engulfed in a flurry of hugs.

"Well, it's about time," the groom, quipped with a playful grin.

"Sorry Marcus, I was with the bride," Y/N replied, "Bridesmaid duty, you know how it goes."

Marcus's nervousness momentarily slipped through as he asked, "Is she all good?"

Y/N's reassurance was swift and heartfelt. "She's perfect," she replied warmly. "And may I say, you look quite sharp, yourself," she playfully ruffled his nerves.

The wedding planner’s assistant strode towards the group with all the flair of a secret agent. His earpiece buzzed with activity, and the tablet clutched in his hand held the secrets to the day's events.

"Alright, everybody," he declared, his gaze sweeping across the room as he mentally took attendance. "It's almost time, we-" a sudden realization struck him, causing a momentary pause. "Hold up a minute. Are we missing a groomsman?" he asked, sweat already making his forehead glisten. An air of perplexed impatience settled among the group.

"What the hell is he doing?" Sam muttered under his breath, casting a worried glance at his watch.

"He said he was on his way an hour ago,” Danny stated, his brows furrowing with concern as he looked down at his phone.

The room seemed to hold its breath. But just as tension began to mount, the missing man burst through the doors. His steps were slightly hurried, perhaps a bit out of breath, but he still managed to maintain his impeccable appearance in his well-fitted suit. "I'm here, I'm here!" Jake announced, his voice a mix of apology and relief.

He wasted no time in hugging Marcus quickly, who conveyed annoyance and relief simultaneously. "I know," he cut off the groom's impending scolding. "I'm sorry, man, traffic was a bitch." With those words, he excused himself to head inside the venue. "I'll be right back," he muttered.

As Jake moved away, no one could help but notice someone walking by his side. An awkward silence descended upon the group.

"So," Y/N spoke up, her expression blank as they all observed the unfolding scene; a lovely young woman being gently guided to one of the pews by none other than her ex-boyfriend. "Jake brought a date."

_________

Sam, standing nearby, couldn't help but look surprised. "You didn't know?"

Y/N's annoyance was palpable as she replied, "Well, how on earth would I know if none of you guys told me? It's not like he and I stay up every night chatting on the phone."

Danny, always the peacemaker, offered a conciliatory comment. "Sorry, we didn't think you'd mind."

"I don't,” Y/N replied, her voice tinged with frustration, “I just—a heads-up would've been nice." Her gaze shifted to the floor and the conversation resumed.

Josh, sensing her posture, eventually nudged her, "You, okay?" Y/N looked up, her sulking expression fading.

"Of course,” she nodded. After all, he knew he’d been seeing new people, and they had broken up a long time ago. “I just- kind of wish I'd brought a date now," she admitted with a playful pout.

Sam, always ready to be the gallant one, seized the opportunity. "Well, it seems like Ella stood me up, anyway. I'll be your date, Milady," he bowed theatrically.

Y/N's eyebrows raised in amusement. "Oh, sure, a pity date,” she replied, her tone dripping with irony, “now that doesn't make me feel pathetic."

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm a total catch," Sam declared with mock indignation. Before the banter could continue, a member of security entered the room.

"There's some girl at the entrance saying she's Samuel Kiszka’s plus one. Name's Emma, but she's not on the list."

"Emma?" Sam echoed, a hint of confusion in his tone. "I could've sworn her name was Ella. Anyway, yeah, let her in, my good man."

"Huh?” Y/N interrupted the exchange, her voice tinged with curiosity, “What happened to you being my date?"

Sam grinned playfully, his ego momentarily unchecked. "Well, I can't help it that I'm so popular among the ladies."

"You—" Y/N began, but her words were abruptly cut off by Marcus, who had decided to intervene.

"Alright,” the groom stated firmly, “not happening. I love you man, but I'm not having one of your random flings in my wedding pictures."

"She's not a fling," the youngest Kiszka defended himself, his tone dramatic as ever. "I'll have you know we shared a very special weekend in Vegas, and Ella may just-."

"Emma," Danny corrected with a cough and a sly smile.

"Emma," Sam repeated, his eyes closing in frustration, knowing he had just undermined his entire point, "Emma may just be the love of my life, for all you know," he tried recovering, as Y/N offered a knowing smile.

"Sure, Samuel." Marcus turned to the security guard, "do not let that girl in." A brief pause followed, a moment of uncertainty hanging in the air.

Then, through a window, they all saw it—a girl, wearing a scandalous feathery dress, was being dragged away by security. Her screams filled the air, creating a chaotic scene that sharply contrasted with the elegant ambiance of the venue.

Everyone in the room turned to look at Sam, their expressions a mix of amusement and resigned familiarity. He did have a reputation for attracting unconventional partners, and this time was no different.

"What?" Sam asked, adopting an innocent expression as he met their gazes. "I said I was popular, not that I had good taste."

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"Alright, everyone, please get in position," The assistant’s voice interrupted the prevailing silence. He strode forward, his sweeping hands guiding the wedding party into formation. "Every groomsman, stand next to your bridesmaid." Everyone complied without hesitation, aligning themselves into a neat line, with Josh standing right beside Y/N.

Amidst the anticipation, Y/N broke the silence, her voice a hushed whisper. "So," she began, her gaze fixed on the approaching ceremony, "how long have they been together?" Josh, momentarily taken aback by the question, furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Huh?" he asked, his attention now on Y/N.

"Jake and his date," Y/N clarified, her curiosity piqued.

Josh offered a shrug, "I'm not sure, actually" he admitted with a thoughtful expression. "It's probably not too serious, though." Their conversation was almost immediately derailed by Sam speaking out from behind them.

"I mean," the youngest Kiszka began, "he did bring her to the wedding so—ouch!" Josh had swiftly stepped back on Sam's foot, effectively cutting off any further discussion. A deadly glare followed to emphasize his point; the action accompanied by a reassuring squeeze of Y/N's arm. It was an unconscious gesture, a silent message of comfort passing between friends.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Josh's protective antics. "Oh my," she remarked, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Will you cut it out? I'm fine. It's good to see we’ve both moved on. It's great, in fact. I was just surprised."

Just as Y/N spoke, Jake walked back from the pews area, moving with a sense of purpose. He positioned himself right in front of the pair, standing beside his assigned bridesmaid.

"Hey," he greeted Y/N with a slight nod, his voice rough yet friendly.

"Hi," Y/N replied in a shy breath.

The planner seized the moment of silence to regain control of the situation. "Alright, everybody," he announced with authority, "it's time." His words echoed with a sense of urgency. "Groom and best man, let's get you to the altar." He quickly herded Marcus and his manager into the venue, ensuring they were on their way. Turning his attention back to the wedding party, he continued, "As for the wedding party, every groomsman stick to his bridesmaid. And please remember, Mrs. King will have my head if the pictures aren't perfect, so look alive, people. This isn't a wake."

The anticipation in the room was palpable as the wedding party prepared for the beginning of the ceremony.

Josh couldn't resist a teasing comment as he noticed Y/N's towering heels. "Gee, could your heels be any higher? I look like an imp next to you."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "You're still taller than me."

"By like, half an inch," He replied and paused briefly before adding with a slight grin, "Maybe you could switch with this- delightful young woman over here." His eyes playfully lingered on Jake's assigned bridesmaid, suggesting mischief.

Y/N immediately tensed, perfectly manicure nails painfully clutching Josh’s bicep, as she harshly whispered, "say another word, and I swear you'll get my very high heels somewhere you do not want them, Kiszka."

“Message received,” he mumbled with a pained smirk.

As the string quartet began to play, the hauntingly beautiful melody filled the air, and the grand doors leading into the venue swung open.

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The ceremony unfolded flawlessly. Each word of the heartfelt vows exchanged between Marcus and Briley resonated throughout the venue and not a dry eye could be found among the guests. With their union sealed, the wedding party and guests joyfully made their way to the reception venue.

The place was a sight to behold, a testament to the couple’s taste for opulence. The reception was a true midwestern affair. Tables were adorned with lavish floral arrangements and silverware arranged with meticulous precision. The dance floor in the center beckoned to those eager to celebrate. The overall atmosphere exuded abundance.

As the evening progressed, the planning continued to impress. The servers moved gracefully between tables, ensuring that every guest's wine glass remained filled.

The hall buzzed with laughter and conversation as guests mingled under the soft glow of the evening. Danny, usually the epitome of discreetness, found himself sharing a string of hilarious anecdotes about Marcus from the early days, leaving his entire table in stitches, laughter echoing through the room. As for Josh, forever the life of the party, he was busy orchestrating an impromptu show with a couple of bridesmaids, his infectious energy pulling everyone onto the dance floor.

Y/N was seated elegantly at her table, her eyes twinkling with mirth as she watched the guests sway to the rhythmic tunes on the dance floor. A soft smile played at the corners of her lips as she soaked in the joyous atmosphere. The room itself seemed to shimmer with the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a warm ambiance that complemented the evening.

Her reverie was abruptly interrupted as the ever-so-vigilant wedding planner’s assistant, stormed towards her. He was an arrow of energy and efficiency in his mission. "Ah, wonderful, just the one I was looking for," he declared with a commanding presence. "Come on, up! Up! Up! It's time for some slow dancing photos."

Y/N shifted in her seat, "Oh, sure, my date is- uh... " she began, her gaze sweeping across the room only to find Sam missing, “somewhere in this building?"

The undeterred planner reassured her, "It's alright, we'll find you a groomsman to dance with in the blink of an eye." His keen eyes scanned the room before he called out, “Jacob! Come over here!"

Y/N's nerves crept in as her ex, a couple of tables away, turned to look their way. She tried to dissuade the man, her voice wavering slightly. "Oh, I really don't think that's necessary."

He brushed off her concerns. "Nonsense," he insisted, calling out some more. "Jacob! Y/N here is in need of a partner. I'm sure you—"

"I must insist," Y/N interjected with a tight smile. She subtly grabbed the man's arm, attempting to convey the urgency of the situation.

"I'm sorry, Miss Y/N," he explained, his voice carrying a note of urgency as Jake reached her table, "but Mrs. King told me I would burn in the deepest pit of hell if the pictures were any less than perfect." He shrugged helplessly. "Now, I'm not an idiot. I know Mrs. King doesn't actually control who does and doesn't burn in hell, but…" Y/N followed his gaze, their eyes settling on Marcus’s mother, the imposing figure overseeing the reception with a serious expression on her face.

"There is something about those eyes, isn't there?" Y/N mused, her voice tinged with wry humor.

Sighing in resignation, Jake held out his hand to his YN. "Come on," he said with a hint of amusement, their eyes finally meeting, "we wouldn't want to be responsible for the poor man's eternal damnation, would we?"

A discreet smirk tugged at Y/N's lips as she accepted his hand. Jake wasn’t much of a public dancer. Back in the day she would always have to beg for him to join her on the dance floor. If only she’d known all they had to do was break up for him to suddenly be chill about it.

Rising to her feet, she looked back at the poor assistant, who was pressing his hands together, silently mouthing a 'thank you.' Jake's hand settled firmly on the small of her back and they walked towards the crowd of dancers.

The dance floor beckoned, bathed in the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights. As Jake and Y/N swayed to the soft, melodic rhythm, the world around them seemed to fade into the background.

Dancing with each other felt oddly familiar, like slipping into a well-worn pair of shoes. Yet, their eyes didn't meet, and not a word was exchanged between them. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken memories.

Jake’s low voice finally broke the heavy silence, "You look great."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. "Thanks," she said glancing down, a soft shade of red coloring her cheeks. His discreet smirk didn't go unnoticed. It was clear that, even after everything, he still had the power to affect her. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she managed to respond.

Silence enveloped them once more and before she could stop herself, more words tumbled out, "your date looks cute too."

The uneasiness in Jake's body was palpable as he visibly tensed. He let out a sigh, his voice laced with uncertainty, "Yeah, sorry about that. I just... I didn't know whether you'd—"

"Hey," Y/N interrupted gently, her shy smile returning, "No need to apologize. I was just teasing.” They continued to dance in silence, but Y/N couldn't bear it for long. Understanding the discomfort she had caused, she tried to ease the tension. "She really does though... look cute, I mean," she ventured, her voice carrying a subtle hint of mischief. Her words hung in the air, met with a resounding silence that made the pair uncomfortable, she carried on “H-how long have-”

“Can we not- do this?” he cut her off, his tone uncharacteristically harsh. He cleared his throat and glanced away. His unease was evident. "I just- I’d rather not talk about that," he finally admitted, his voice carrying a note of vulnerability.

Understanding his discomfort, Y/N nodded in agreement.

Before she could utter another word, the song came to an end. Jake, with an air of finality, let go of her waist and hand.

She opened her mouth to say something more, a fleeting thought on her lips, but he beat her to it.

"Song's over," he declared abruptly, his voice firm, before stepping away from her.

Y/N was left standing in the middle of the dancefloor, momentarily dumbfounded, as the music faded into the background, carrying with it the unspoken emotions that still lingered between them.

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After the awkward encounter on the dance floor, Y/N returned to her table with a heavy heart. She sought solace in the crystal-clear flute of champagne that sat on the table. Her delicate fingers clutched the slender stem as she took a generous sip, the effervescence of the bubbly liquid offering her a momentary escape.

The party around her was still in full swing, the rhythm of laughter and music filling the air. Y/N couldn't help but join in the celebration, allowing herself to be swept up in the festivities. She let Josh drag her back to the dance floor and their laughter resonated everywhere as they twirled and spun. She also shared moments with Marcus and Briley, showering her old friends with well-wishes and heartfelt congratulations.

Despite the lingering discomfort from her encounter with Jake, Y/N was determined to make the most of the evening. However, as the night wore on and the champagne continued to flow, Y/N found herself needing a moment alone.

She excused herself, navigating her way through the jubilant crowd, and headed towards the bathroom.

She stood before the mirror of the lavishly adorned restroom, gazing at her reflection with a hint of weariness in her eyes. Her makeup needed refreshing.

Just as she was putting finishing touches of lipstick, she heard the soft sound of running water. Turning slightly, she noticed a figure standing at the sink out of the corner of her eye.

It was Jake's date, washing her hands with a composed demeanor. This unexpected encounter brought with it an unspoken discomfort. Y/N's heart raced as she pondered whether to acknowledge the girl’s presence or simply continue with her own preparations. The dimly lit bathroom seemed to shrink around them.

As their eyes finally met in the mirror, Y/N had no choice but to try and make the encounter less awkward. "You're fine, don't worry,” Y/N assured, offering a reassuring smile, “just because you're here with Jake doesn't mean I'm planning your assassination."

A faint smile flickered across the girl's face, and she muttered a nervous, "Sorry." Y/N noticed a hint of embarrassment and shyness in the girl's demeanor. Her eyes fell on Y/N's purse. "Makeup," she remarked, "smart. I didn't bring any."

Without hesitation, Y/N took a step forward, a hand gently grabbed the girl’s jaw, "here, let me," she offered, applying a touch of her lipstick to her lips. Once she was done, her fingers brushed against the girl's hair, "You're pretty," Y/N complimented sincerely, her voice softening. Curious about the girl, Y/N decided to engage in conversation. "Your name is?"

"Jenna, Miss. Y/L/N," came the girl's response, laden with a sense of formality that seemed out of place in this intimate setting.

Y/N's demeanor shifted, "Honey, you're fucking my ex," she pointed out the obvious, "I think you can call me by my first name."

Jenna's face immediately registered a mix of surprise and embarrassment, her earlier shyness giving way to a sense of unease.

Y/N realized her harsh words had hit harder than intended, and she backtracked hastily, her voice tinged with regret. "Shit, no, wait, I'm... I'm sorry," Y/N stumbled over her words, her gaze sincere. "I've had a few drinks, and it looks like I'm a mean drunk tonight. I'm sure you're a very nice girl, and we'll get along great when I'm sober." She offered a small, apologetic smile, but it was clear the poor girl was turning more red by the second.

“I should probably go back out there.”

As the girl left the bathroom, Y/N glanced at herself in the mirror, her reflection seemingly mocking her. She let out a barely audible, self-deprecating whisper, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Just as she contemplated her actions, the sound of a door opening caught her attention. Y/N turned to see Briley emerging from one of the stalls, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Girl," the bride said with a playful shake of her head, her voice carrying a mixture of amusement and sympathy. She approached Y/N and offered a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Happens to the best of us. Just chalk it up to wedding nerves and champagne."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at her friend's understanding. Briley had always had a way of lightening the mood, even in the most awkward of situations.

"Guess you're right," Y/N admitted with a grateful sigh, "Let's get back out there. No more drama, I promise."

The bride grinned and linked her arm with Y/N's as they exited the restroom together. With her friend by her side, Y/N felt more determined than ever to put the awkward encounter behind her and make the most of the celebration.

The grand reception hall was a symphony of elegance and opulence as the time came for the highly anticipated wedding toasts. Guests, resplendent in their formal attire, sat around the lavishly adorned tables, their eyes trained on the head table where the newlyweds sat.

Danny, the charismatic best man, took to the microphone with a charming grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "On this very special day, I feel it is my duty to embarrass Marcus," he began, his voice projecting with theatrical flair. “Let me paint you a picture... The year was 2018 and mohawks were all the rage…” He embarked on a captivating storytelling journey. The audience was immediately captivated, and peals of laughter filled the room as they hung on his every word.

Following Danny's entertaining introduction, the baton of toasting passed to the Kiszka groomsmen. The dynamic trio offered a playful yet heartfelt toast with playful grins and raised glasses. "To the bride and groom!" they finished enthusiastically, "may all your ups and downs come only in the bedroom." Their words elicited a chorus of clinking glasses as guests joined in the merriment.

After a few more speeches, the moment arrived for Y/N to take the spotlight. She approached the microphone with grace and poise, her presence commanding the room's attention. With a warm smile, she started her toast, acknowledging the humor of the evening. "Hi, everyone," she began, her voice a melodic cadence that drew everyone in. "I swear this is the last toast you will have to sit through tonight." Her audience chuckled in response to her lighthearted remark, and she continued.

“As the person who introduced these two to each other, I’ve had the privilege to know them both separately, before knowing them together. I’ve witnessed the sneaky glances and the secret pining, the horrible flirting and, yes, the repulsively intense PDA of the early days,” she giggled. “I’ve watched these two fall in love the way a river carves its path through mountains. Slow and steady, always secure, never once changing its course. I’ve watched as they changed each other for the better and, like most of you here tonight, I’ve had the privilege of knowing, as I watch Marcus’s dimples show every time Briley walks in the room, what it is like to truly be in the presence of love.”

"Love-” she exhaled shakily, “is a force of nature," she carried on, her voice rich with emotion. Jake, seated among the guests, couldn't help but feel the weight of her words. His eyes flickered to hers for a brief instant, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history they both knew.

Y/N continued, her gaze unwavering, "It’s not just about the grand gestures or the heart-stopping moments. It's about the small, everyday acts of kindness and understanding that make life together truly special." The room was filled with nods of agreement and quiet murmurs of appreciation. Y/N's words resonated with everyone present, touching their hearts deep.

"It's about the laughter that fills your home," Y/N continued softly, "and the comfort of knowing that you have a partner with whom you can share both your dreams and fears." Her teary gaze unconsciously drifted to meet Jake’s, and in that moment, it was as if the world around them disappeared, leaving only the unspoken connection between them. She blinked a shy tear away, looking back towards the bride and groom, her eyes shimmering with sincerity.

“So, in this spirit,” she resumed, “I would like to, for the last time tonight, raise a glass to Marcus and Briley and the beautiful adventure they are about to embark upon together," she raised the delicate glass in her hand, “I can think of no two people better prepared for the journey." The guests joined in the toast, their glasses clinking together in celebration. Jake, too, raised his glass, his eyes never leaving Y/N's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

As Y/N's words faded into the warm embrace of the gathering, the festivities resumed, promising stories yet to be told and memories yet to be made.

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The lively wedding celebration continued in full swing. However, amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Jake noticed Y/N's absence and couldn't resist the urge to look for her, against his better judgement.

He knew her well enough to predict where he might find her. He walked towards the balcony and was met with the view of her elegant backless dress. He stepped through the French door, the chill of the night instantly hitting him. "Aren't you freezing out here?" he inquired, his breath forming a faint mist in the cold air.

Y/N, her figure silhouetted against the backdrop of the night, turned to look at him. She held out the snifter glass in her hand, swirling the amber liquid within, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I have my new friend, Brandy, to keep me warm," she replied with a wry smile. Jake ambled to the edge of the balcony, his fingers drumming nervously against the balustrade as he sought to break the silence.

"Hey, listen, I, uh—" he began, only his words faltered as he noticed her covering her face, her shoulders trembling. It wasn't clear whether she was crying until a sudden burst of laughter escaped her, echoing through the night. Jake could hardly hide his confusion, "what's so funny?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I'm— I'm sorry," she managed between giggles. "I just-” she caught her breath, “I can't believe they asked us of all people to make a toast at this wedding," she said, wiping her eyes. "I mean, isn't it stupid?" Y/N laughed, her mirth infectious.

"Yeah," Jake agreed with a chuckle, "I guess it is a bit stupid," suddenly unable to hold back his own nervous laughter any longer.

"I mean, if we had any idea what the key to a long-lasting relationship was, we probably wouldn't be here right now," Y/N continued, holding her sides as she shook with laughter. The pair looked like complete maniacs from afar.

"Anyway," she carried on after a while, her laughter finally subsiding, "shouldn't you be with your date?"

Jake's smile faded slightly as he admitted, "She left early, had a bit of a headache."

Y/N recalled the restroom encounter from earlier, the awkwardness lingering between them. "God, yeah," she said with a nervous chuckle. "That... might be my fault. I sort of—"

"I know,” Jake confessed, his gaze softening, “she told me."

"I'm so sorry," Y/N apologized sincerely, her voice filled with regret. "I honestly don't know what came over me. You know how I can get after a few glasses—"

"It's okay," he reassured her, cutting her off gently. "I should be the one apologizing, really. I was an ass earlier."

"No, I mean— you’re allowed not to want to tell m-" Y/N began, her voice filled with understanding.

"But I do," Jake continued sincerely, as he looked at her with warmth in his eyes.

“Y-you do?” She asked, surprised.

"I mean, I'm not gonna pretend it'll be easy, but- we were- sort of friends before everything." He looked down, his lips pursed at his own unexpected confession. But it was all true. Losing his girl was one thing, losing his partner was another. “And us not talking doesn’t really seem to be working out so well.”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a glimmer of nostalgia in her eyes. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice softening.

"I guess we'll just have to figure things out," Jake said with determination, the tension slowly dissipating. He was right, their friend group was too close-knit and navigating the remaining uneasiness had been way too much. Both knew they would need to put it all behind somehow.

"Right," Y/N agreed, a sense of optimism filling the space between them. "So, tell me, then, what's been going on in Jacob Kiszka's life lately?"

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, the topic of Briley’s pregnancy inevitably arose. Unspoken sorrow lingered in the air. Their eyes met, and for a moment.

"They're gonna be great parents," Y/N said softly, with voice tinged with both happiness and sadness, and a bright smile Jake could see right through.

"They are," he agreed, a mixture of emotions playing in his eyes as they exchanged a knowing glance, the unspoken chapters of their intertwined stories looming large between them.

As Y/N scanned the room from the balcony, her keen eyes locked onto one Sam Kiszka, who was stealthily making his way back towards the reception area after his mysterious absence.

Her lips curled into a sly grin, and there was an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, hell no," she muttered under her breath, her voice growing louder with each word as she stormed back inside. "Samuel Francis Kiszka, don't you dare run away from me!"

Sam, sensing the impending storm of Y/N's wrath, attempted a quick escape, his agility and grace in his finely tailored red suit no match for her determination. Y/N's accusative finger pointed straight at him, and there was no escaping her fury.

"You!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with both indignation and playful annoyance. "You are the worst date on earth! I can't believe you'd disappear on me like that! 'Gallantry's my middle name' my ass!"

Sam, the epitome of charm even in the face of impending retribution, adopted an innocent expression. "Y/N, my darling," he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated sincerity, "don't be mad. It's not my fault I'm irresistible in a suit. I'm like a chick-magnet. I swear, there was virtually nothing I could do!"

"For two hours?" Y/N shot back incredulously. "Couldn't you just have a quickie like a normal person?"

Sam grinned mischievously, his playful banter unwavering. "What can I say? I'm a giver."

"You complete buffoon," Y/N retorted, her annoyance melting into amusement. "You owe me."

"Argh, don't be like that," the tall boy pleaded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, crossing her arms. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink," he winked.

"It's an open bar, Samuel." She answered, flashing a faux-grateful smile.

"Can I perhaps interest you in a tender kiss, then?" he teased, leaning in with a playful pout.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N gave in with a chuckle. "Ugh, fine, a drink it is."

"Gin Martini?"

"Better make it a double," she warned him.

"Right away, Milady," Sam said with a faux-French accent, "As it pleases Milady, I only live to serve Milady." He walked away, theatrically bowing, and in a moment of poetic justice, he managed to crash into a waiter, causing a cascade of trays to topple precariously. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle before turning back to Jake, who was still out on the balcony.

"You coming?" she called out to him.

Jake, watching the humorous exchange with an amused smile, shook his head. "I'll catch up with you guys later," he replied, content to remain on the balcony for a while longer, savoring the solitude and the cool night air.

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Jake stood there on the balcony, the soft breeze rustling his long hair as he contemplated his unexpected conversation with Y/N. Time seemed to slow down, the minutes stretching into moments of tranquil reflection. Talking to her had been oddly comforting. Despite their tumultuous past and the undeniable fact that their romantic union was over, he couldn't deny the nostalgia that their interaction had stirred within him.

Their messy breakup had served as a painful reminder of irreconcilable differences, but the past year and a half had been an ongoing challenge. Y/N had chosen to stay away, moving to LA the second she got back from tour.

Their careers kept them incredibly busy, but of course they had been bound to see each other again, running into each other at festivals and award shows. Navigating it all had been an awkward dance, each encounter weighed down by unspoken tension.

Yet, as Jake gazed out into the night, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of a fresh start. He knew it wouldn't be simple. Their journey had been marred by heartache. But as he leaned against the balustrade, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they were turning a corner—a chance to breathe freely in each other's presence, a tentative step toward healing old wounds.

As Jake finally headed back towards the reception hall, lost in his thoughts, he was greeted by a peculiar sound that snapped him back to reality. Boisterous voices grew louder as he approached the hall's entrance. With a mixture of curiosity and bemusement, he stepped through the doors.

Danny, usually composed and collected and cool, was now swaying arm in arm with his girlfriend, the both of them belting out the lyrics to a country song as if their lives depended on it. Their voices wavering in and out of tune, but their enthusiasm infectious.

Turning his attention, Jake spotted Sam, barefoot, in the midst of an impromptu dance battle with a random kid, no older than 12. Danny's tie had somehow found its way around the youngest Kiszka’s forehead, adding a touch of eccentricity to his passionate moves. Jake couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Ah, Samuel.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the hall, oblivious to the uproarious commotion, Marcus and Brailey were lost in their own little world. Their eyes were locked, and they swayed gently to the music, wrapped up in the bubble of their love. They’re going to be fine, Jake thought.

"Jesus Christ, Josh, keep it PG, will you?" a voice suddenly rang, drawing laughter from those nearby. Jake’s head whipped to the side, only for him to catch sight of none other than his twin brother, perched precariously atop a table, in the midst of an energetic, and wildly too suggestive dance performance. It was clear he had overexerted himself, evidenced by the conspicuous rip in his pants. Y/N was desperately trying to coax him off the table, her hands raised in a plea for him to descend.

Josh’s boyfriend, trying to maintain some semblance of order, added his voice to the mix, his tone half-joking and half-serious. "Joshua, get down- Jo- don’t make me call Mrs. King over, ‘cause I will!" He threatened, eyeing his man's antics with a mix of exasperation and fondness. Jake couldn't help but shake his head, thoroughly entertained by the scene.

He watched for a moment, wondering if he should intervene. Before he could decide, "Jakey!” Y/N called out to him with a playful smile. “Are you going to help us out, or do I need to beg?"

Yes, he thought, they were going to be just fine.

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— BTS TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY (HYUNG LINE)

warnings: pwp,female!reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex

notes: this is a repost from my sideblog

english isn't my native language so please excuse any mistakes and let me know

Kim Seokjin

early on in the relationship, you made it clear to jin that you would like to wait to have your first time after getting married, and he respected your decision. the three years at your side before asking you to become his wife were just amazing, it's not like he didn't miss sex but there were so many other things occupying his mind when he was in your company that sex became completely irrelevant in the face of the conversations you had.

on your wedding night, you weren't nervous or afraid, because there was the man you chose to spend the rest of your life with, and you trusted him more than yourself. you was sure of the respect and love he had for you, you knew you would be treated well.

while you exchanged passionate kisses, he laid you on the bed carefully, with his main objective in mind to prioritize your pleasure. when he undressed you, he couldn't stop praising your body and also the sheer white lace lingerie that barely covered your breasts and bottom, then he also got rid of his own clothes and allowed you to contemplate the well defined abs and the touched.

he started with a trail of kisses starting at your neck, paused as he reached your breasts and kissed both of them still covered by the lace before releasing your bra with your help, and then he blew on your nipples and grabbed one, while using magnets. hands to grope the other. the sounds emitted from your lips sounded like a sweet melody. he continues his journey until he reaches your panties, and maintains eye contact by sliding the garment down your legs and bringing it close to his face in order to smell you. delicious. jin's next actions surprised you in the best possible way; his skillful tongue in contact with your pussy was amazing, an indescribable feeling, you felt like you went to heaven and you were so disappointed to return. "you'll only come when i'm inside you, baby," was what he said with a sly smile.

the sight of his big, thick, erect cock jumping toward his stomach made you nervous, but the tender smile on his lips reassured you. "you know i would never hurt you, right?" he didn't lie when he said that. he slid inside you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length and when you finally gave him the signal to move, it was amazing. his movements were slow but deep and very precise, passionate kisses were exchanged and passionate looks.

Min Yoongi

when you revealed that you had not yet sexually related to anyone before, it was not at all surprised. yoongi knew he was your first boyfriend and, in addition, your reactions to the tuned touches and suggestive comments coming from him were comic. you left half obvious. however, it's not like he's complaining, quite the contrary!

you told him that you wanted to take things slowly, that you would like him to teach you to please him and how to please yourself, so that only then you were beyond and that's exactly what he did. you started with hottest kisses on the couch, you sitting on his lap, touches a little more daring, dirty talk ...

he treated you so well! he made sure to go over the foreplay in order to make you come at least twice before sliding inside you, and even though it was really painful stretching your boyfriend's fat cock, it still felt so good. felt so full, complete, dumb as fuck. he held still for a few moments to let you get used to the invasion, he spread kisses all over your face to distract you and damn it was delicious the feeling of your warm walls squeezing your cock for the first time when you begged him to move.

Jung Hoseok

well, hoseok was really happy when you chose him to be your first, but at the same time extremely worried about the big responsibility. the last thing he wanted was to ruin your first time and turn it into a traumatic experience for you, no way! so he strove to make it memorable.when you entered the room, you saw the bed covered in white silk sheets, a heart drawn with red rose petals and some scented candles scattered on the floor.

"you're so corny hobi", you smile as you feel him wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. "i love you".

"i love you too, babygirl," he places a kiss on the crook of your neck. "i really love".

he was a true gentleman, so patient and understanding. he entered you slowly, attentive to your every reaction to his movements.

Kim Namjoon

when a heated makeout session on the couch was interrupted by your nervousness and you decided to tell him you hadn't had sex yet, you had a long conversation about virginity being, in very reality, a sexist social construct, so you shouldn't be worrying about having sex before you're ready just to get rid of the virgin label.

he worked so hard to quell your nervousness through comforting words and his prefect good humor to lighten the vibe, that at the moment you were completely calm, while he was freaking out inside and dropping several, several curiosities a minute .

"...also, it doesn't necessarily have to be painful. if you..." you interrupted him connecting your lips to his.

"baby, i really appreciate what you're trying to do, but i need you to shut up and fuck me right now!"

and that's what he did and, just like he's been saying for the last twenty minutes, it wasn't horrible and painful as people make it out to be. the wetness between your legs helped him in easily and there was a slight discomfort, but nothing to overcome the pleasure provided by his big cock.

#bts scenarios #bts smut #bts reactions #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi x female reader #namjoon x female reader #hoseok x female reader #seokjin x female reader

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catwithyellowwings · 1 year

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Nolan Holloway / Y/N Dunbar (Liam's twin sister)

Please be gentle. English is not my native language. I'm still learning it, so there's probably a bunch of mistakes 🙈

“What are you doing here? Together,” Y/N asked, shifting her suspicious gaze from her brother to her boyfriend. “You guys hate each other”.

“Um, we're here…” Liam hesitated, a little confused by the unexpected appearance of his sister in the locker room.

“We're talking, we're just talking here,” Nolan explained with a smile, trying to defuse the situation. “Isn't that right, Dunbar?” he put his hand on the guy's shoulder as if there were no quarrels between them. Liam himself stared at him with displeasure at this time but still did not throw off his hand.

“Yes, it's true”, he tried to smile, but the smile came out strained, which was especially evident in his eyes.

“I don't believe you,” Y/N said, folding her arms and shaking her head, quickly seeing through the lie. “Admit it, why are you arguing this time?”

Sometimes Y/N felt like the mother of two naughty, quarrelling sons. It wasn't the first time she had to settle a conflict between Nolan and Liam that could flare up in a second. At several points, Scott caught his beta half-turned and ready to rip open his opponent. He needed to have an educational conversation with him over and over again about how they should keep themselves in hand and not show their new essence to others. Y/N told him the same thing, to which Liam only muttered discontentedly, assuring everyone that he could cope with anger.

“Everything is fine, baby,” Nolan persisted, continuing to play the performance imposed by him. He even ignored the disgust on Liam's face when addressing «baby» to his twin sister. “You have nothing to worry about”.

“Yeah, of course”, the girl smiled condescendingly, also not going to give up. It will be better for everyone if their conflict is resolved before training. “Tell me the truth”.

Realizing that their hastily folded lies were quickly revealed, Liam immediately threw off Holloway's hand, moving away from him a few steps. Nolan rolled his eyes at this but also stopped behaving suspiciously friendly towards his girlfriend's brother. This was their behaviour that was more familiar to Y/N, who only mentally praised herself for guesswork.

“The coach told us to decide which of us will be the team captain for this season”, Dunbar was the first to give up, boring Nolan with a frown.

“Is it necessary to choose one of you two, as I understand it? There are no other options?” quickly figuring out the list of the other players of their team in her head, the girl clarified.

“Nah,” Holloway shook his head, taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair. “That's the point. Finstock told us not to appear on the field until we decided which one of us would be the captain”.

What she heard made Y/N pinch the bridge of her nose, closing her eyelids for a while. Fate seemed to deliberately push people dear to her, who, it seems, were equally stubborn and were not going to make concessions to each other. As it turned out, they were equally ready to lead the lacrosse team, since even the coach himself could not choose one of them, throwing such responsibility on the players themselves.

“I think I'm better suited for the role of captain,” Liam was the first to speak again, which caused surprise on the face of the second guy. “Think for yourself, who better than me to be it after Scott's graduation? He's our…” he immediately stopped, realizing that he had almost said «alpha», “our former captain”.

“Yeah,” Nolan laughed, not noticing the hitch. “With your outbursts of anger, you can't be trusted to lead anyone at all! You'll also hurt someone if you're not stopped. And then we all have to take the rap for you”.

“You know what…” Dunbar instantly flared up when he heard the mention of his problem, but he was stopped by his younger sister, who got between them.

“Shut up, both of you!” resting her palms on the protective equipment on the chests of the two guys, Y/N demanded and glared at both of them in turn. “You won't achieve anything by mutual claims, as you don't understand it! Do you think why Finstock left the choice of captain to you? He could easily have chosen one of you himself or let the team vote. He needs you to finally stop fighting and find a common language. At least for the duration of the game and training. Don't you realize that your quarrels interfere with the team? If you don't want our results to sink to the bottom because of the two of you, turn on your brains and solve the problem without assault”.

Such words somehow managed to cool the ardour of both guys. Although they continued to frown at each other, no one entered into a verbal altercation. This could already be considered a small victory for Y/N.

“She's right,” Nolan began, reluctantly admitting the truth. “If we don't stop, Finstock will throw both of us out of the team. I don't need it”.

“Me too,” Liam grumbled to himself and took a deep breath to calm his emotions. “Well, which one of us will be the captain?”

“Maybe both?” the girl suggested, instantly catching surprised glances at herself. “What? I heard that two years ago Scott was also a co-captain on a par with Whittemore. So it's not against the rules, right? Maybe this is our way out?”

“I don't mind,” realizing that they simply had no other choice in the current situation, Liam agreed.

“Okay, so be it,” Holloway also made concessions, which made Y/N smile.

“So shake hands, co-captains,” on the wave of success, she decided to push them a little bit closer, for which she immediately saw dissatisfied expressions on the faces of the guys. “Okay, let's leave it for later. By the way, it's time for you to go already,” Y/N reminded, nodding at the wall clock. “Otherwise, the coach will find some new captain in your absence”.

Hearing these words, both players immediately rushed to their equipment and, picking up their clubs, ran to the exit. However, at the doorstep, Nolan stopped and returned to Y/N, briefly kissing her.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered to her, looking straight into the girl's eyes. “I owe you”.

“Go,” younger Dunbar grinned at him, “This time you are forgiven. Have good training!”

#nolan holloway #nolan holloway imagine #nolan holloway x reader #liam dunbar #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #froy gutierrez #teen wolf imagine

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aseriesofunfortunatejan · 9 months

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By the way, I don't know if anyone has shared highlights from the Maghni AI stream yet? I caught the beginning when it came out but it was 2AM and the demons told me to go to sleep. I decided to watch it now, and I thought I'd do it over multiple sessions because livestreams can be a little stressful for me but honestly everyone in the team seemed really friendly and I didn't mind watching the entire thing (at 1.75x speed of course,) but either way, here are my notes:

Natalia's cats are named Chip and Pancake.

Third parties will reveal their voicebanks at their own discretion. First party voicebanks will be revealed/demo-ed, if I understood well, whenever they're ready; especially those that should be available on or near launch.

No set project timeline yet (for features, voicebank reveals, and such); maybe in a few months when they're more certain. It should be revealed around March or April.

They are planning to share weekly updates for the crowdfund and to host monthly livestreams.

Re: "when are we getting Aurum and Audine demos?" Demos will come out as time goes on; it seems the VPs aren't done re-recording yet. (Oliver will have his own demo over the time of the CF too, most likely with more recordings than what was shared so far.)

Oliver's old recordings are owned by YAMAHA. Vocatone hired a new voicer; Natalia mentions he is an adult. They chose to work with an adult for ethical reasons. He, as well as other voice providers, made the decision to remain anonymous.

No plans for free voicebanks à la SynthV Lite. They are looking for ways to have people test voicebanks before they make their purchase, but they're worried about having a version that isn't an accurate reflection of the finished project.

Languages such as Spanish or Portuguese, which can vary largely depending on region, should have separate support. I'm definitely not wording this well AT ALL but basically, Maghni AI is ready to deal with European Spanish sounding different from South American Spanish. Canadian French and correct French will also be separate. (<- I'm French and a little jokester)

There are no plans for Standard voicebanks. However, Caleb Long has been working on a """robot mode""" meant for people who preferred the sound of their previous line of products.

They are not ready to show off the program's crosslang abilities, because they don't feel like it's up to their standard of quality yet. Hopefully in the next few months.

Some items are going to be CF exclusive, but others not, such as Library Physicals, which will be available to purchase later.

Base program is going to be free; libraries should be about USD$85 each, give or take, with potential differences for third parties. Vocatone's voicebanks should be $85.

Crossy (art designer) will post artworks on Bluesky, not Twitter.

No TTS plans for now; it would be in the very distant future.

The ability to create your own plugins would also be in a fairly distant future.

tl;dr: while singers are meant to keep their "native" accent, if a voicebank was recorded in multiple languages, it should have a dataset for each accent. For example, Oliver, whose languages are English, French, Japanese and Mandarin, will be able to sing in French with a French accent. When it comes to other supported languages, he would be able to sing in, let's say, Norwegian, but not with a Norwegian accent (or, if he can, it will be generic and not native to his voicebank). You could choose to give him a British, French, Japanese or Mandarin accent in Norwegian. Makes sense? No? Watch the livestream I'm just a girl

Oliver wears shoes in some languages. Do with that as you will.

Merch will be shown very soon.

You will be able to import MIDI, VSQ, UST, SVP files and such into Maghni AI.

Voicebanks will be linked to an account, not a number of activations. You will be able to log onto two devices at a time.

Maghni mobile is in the plans for the future, but it'll require more resources so not for now.

Oliver is slightly older! He's 13-ish.

Ref sheets soon.

The editor will have many different themes, some character based, some based on different accessibility needs, and will be customisable. (The character based themes were inspired by VOCALOID1.)

Customisable phonemes

They really said "vocal synth fans are largely minors" (or basement dwellers?) (would they be wrong?). Either way, in order to avoid piracy, with the knowledge that their fans may not have their own source of income, they're looking to make their product as affordable as possible and are considering Free Limited Trial voicebanks, although I mentioned their hesitations above.

You should be able to input breaths as their own phoneme (assumedly the way "br" works in SynthV).

Vocatone's characters don't have official genders. But in related properties, Oliver uses he/him, Aurum uses they/them and he/him, and Audine uses she/her and they/them. For example, in narrative-led projects, Aurum is non-binary, but as a voice library, he is genderless.

No VST/i support planned for launch, but in the future.

There will be tutorials.

They're planning to have less expensive vocals too; read "lower quality so the price can be decreased, but of course still up to their standard."

I think that's about it. If anything is unclear I'd be happy to try to clarify - that is, if anyone cares about this post. 😎 How did I get famous in my previous fandoms again . Was it the youth? It was probably the youth

They've also answered some questions in the comments of the crowdfund, so feel free to double-check that!

#vocal synth #vsynth #maghni ai #oliver maghni ai #oliver vocaloid #aurum maghni ai #audine maghni ai #i love how y/ohioloi/d is just disgraced

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kerubimcrepin · 8 months

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Live-read: Dofus Heroes - Kerubim Tome 1 (part 1)

You can find this comic's physical version on Ankama's site, webtoon version on Allskreen, and Free Scans on various file-hosting websites that shall not be named.

Quick disclaimer: While I will be including french screenshots here, because it is a language that uses the latin alphabet, and everyone has that on their keyboards, all ready to type up in DeepL and Google translators — what I will actually be reading is a new fan translation in my native language, which does not use latin alphabet.

Time to quickly switch between two tabs because nobody has translated this comic into English. Yaay...

This comic has, as my fellow crepinjurgenology studies colleague @dullard put it, "thin god Ecaflip jumpscare"

Ecaflip looks a lot like Ush here, and I think it's way too malevolent. Part of the fun of him to me, is that he is an Evil Fucking Cat that looks like a cute cat. It makes his despicable actions more funny & interesting.

...Anyway, this comic came out during the run of the show, in 2013, and its sheer existence, — including its negative portrayal of ecaflip, its inclusion of blood and Kerubim's 20 mental illnesses, — is a direct confirmation of the show being an unreliable narrator story. (Though, we've been knew.)

This comic's most important function for this blog is that it will provide us with a well-needed glimpse at what Kerubim's adventures are like when he isn't retelling them to a 7-year-old child whose respect and approval he desperately craves.

The second Kerubim is fatally wounded, he gives up. Yet, Ecaflip saves him, without using one of his nine lives, just as he did in the Wheel of Destiny article.

I suppose it's one of his trump cards, isn't it?

But I am more interested in how at peace Kerubim is with death... It does make sense for Kerubim to hide some rather morbid feelings about his life behind his cheery facade, doesn't it?

It must be tiring. Losing your family, being a god's plaything, losing your brother, feeling like you have to constantly play the role of the cool womanizing warrior, and never unpacking your emotions about any of it. Death would feel like a relief from such weight.

Which makes Ecaflip's grip on his life feel more malicious.

I know, chances are, this comic, as well as most of the show, were made well before Kerubim's demigod status was thought of as a plot-point.

But even in terms of him being a demigod... I think that death would seem relaxing, despite its temporary nature, wouldn't it?

One of the main things of this whole comic is that Kerubim gets amnesia.

Harry Du Bois-ass character. Not only is he mentally ill, divorced, and has 20 layers of sad backstory, but also he got amnesia. God bless.

Yeah, this comic is more realistic and gritty than the show, but the cartoon shenanigans are still real. Thank god.

There's a reason why I think that a big part of Kerubim's character is his experiences with loneliness and isolation, and the way it makes him crave being loved and cared for, as well as how it makes him act out to get attention and popularity.

It's telling that while completely amnesiac, he identifies immediately with a small kitten, whom he immediately assumes is a "he" and "an orphan", and wants to take care of it.

It may seem like an innocuous moment at first, but "he is all alone" will become a reoccurring motif for Kerubim's mental state and subconscious in this comic, and it is the comic where we get the Orphan Kerubim reveal.

I already discussed the fact that I think Kerubim kept and adopted Joris due to Atcham-related guilt earlier on the blog, but I will take this moment to voice 2 other reasons:

Kerubim identifies with orphans and children easily. He would never leave Joris alone after looking at him and thinking "You're all alone. Like I was."

The idea of having a child would be very pleasant to someone as lonely as him. He struggles a lot with wanting to act in a way that will make people like him, and children are, by nature, inclined to like their parents even if they're complete losers.

Btw, if you follow my main, @joris-jurgen , you probably know that I headcanon Kerubim as having comorbid HPD and BPD. Because it fits. And because personality disorders are usually the result of insane levels of childhood trauma. And... my experience running this blog has so far not swayed me from this opinion in any way. This little paragraph was your Armchair Fictional Psychology Corner. This man can fit a lot of sadness and wanting to be loved in him.

Ecaflips confirmed to, just like real cats, have very good night vision.

...Aaand now I'm thinking about cute scenarios of Kerubim, Atcham, and Joris travelling at night, or navigating their home in the darkness.

(Because Joris doesn't have human eyes, as we've seen from the movie. And considering the way Grougaloragran's eyes reflect light in the Oropo ova, chances are, dragon eyes glow in the dark, the same way cats do. Which brings me to the point that, Joris's dragon-ish eyes would probably glow in the dark. Like a cat. Yeah, I am very sane, and should not be sedated in any way, readers.)

Crocosec has always wanted to have a butcher's shop and feed people with delicious food...

Ah, I don't know why, but my silly little detail-noticing from the first eps, where I pointed out that he has a meat shop, paying off? It makes me feel fuzzy. It's nice to know that the person who wrote this comic cared enough, and that it's something that was put in here with intent.

Anyway, I am about to be very normal about the next few pages.

*jumpscaring you by including a screenshot from the high-quality scanlation I am reading. Because this moment would be too blurry if I didn't.

He isn't even playing with any other kids... This is going to kill me, and not in a fun way.

The translation I am reading interprets the last line as "I would return to..." but it seems a bit wrong to me, especially considering my own research on language sentence-comparing sites.

What Kerubim pretty much says here, is that, he'd like to become a huppermage, and use magic to bring back his parents, sisters, and brothers.

While one could interpret that as Kerubim being lonely while being raised in an orphanage all his life without a family, I have a couple of counterpoints:

He calls the kitten "orphaned" specifically, which implies that there were parents, and that they aren't there anymore.

If it were just a family he wanted, he wouldn't be as specific as to say "sisters and brothers," besides just "parents," which leads me to assume that Kerubim means specific people he used to know (before they died).

3. Atcham is a Crepin too, as was revealed in the Dofus Movie. Logically speaking, if they were both given to the temple after being born, (and as we know, Atcham was at the temple, because Bashi knew him, according to Wheel of Destiny #8) they probably wouldn't have surnames, especially the same one.

4. Kerubim's unfunny joke about being the last in his family.

5. Wakfu: One More Gate's shopkeep being an ancestor of the Crepin family implies that Crepins are a real family that existed, and that, perhaps, Kerubim's affinity for selling stuff has to do with his early upbringing, before he was orphaned.

6. In the Dofus manga, Atcham says that a sword he owned, which was stolen from him, has been "passed in his family for generations", which yet again, points to them having a family to begin with.

All of this to say... What I think happened was far more devastating.

He had sisters and brothers, and two parents — it doesn't matter if the Crepin family was an adoptive one, or if it was made up of their biological mother, her husband, and half-siblings. Because they're all dead, and that's just... horrible.

A whole family, at the very least 6 people (if we assume that by "sisters and brothers", he means just two sisters and two brothers), wiped out.

...Oh, and one last thing.

7. I think that, as an adult, Kerubim did put some research into dark magic, with a hope of bringing his family back.

Just as he said he would.

....Though, as always, that might just be me reading too much into things. ╮(￣ ▽ ￣)╭

These aren't the tears of an orphan who wishes he had a family. These are tears of grief of a child who used to have one.

And Ecaflip, his biological father and God, is taunting him about it.

...I would speak on my deeplore conspiracy theory that perhaps Ecaflip himself is to blame for whatever happened to Kerubim and Atcham's family, — to get Kerubim, or both of them, isolated, and under his thumb, — but perhaps it's just me being actually clinically insane.

#heroes comic #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #kerubim crepin #atcham crepin

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