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abbotjack · 1 month ago

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Is jack a cat guy? Pls say yes but also I trust your interpretation of the character. What about Robby? He seems more dog guy but I’m no expert.

Okay, hear me out—I actually think it’s the opposite, and I’m weirdly passionate about this. Totally just my take, but still.

🐶 Jack Abbot is a dog guy. And not just any dog guy—he’s a mutt-with-a-history, limping-loyalty, broken-trust-and-bigger-heart kind of dog guy.

There’s a dog in Jack Abbot’s house, but you wouldn’t know it at first glance. No chew toys. No leash hanging crooked on a hook. No framed photo with a dumb caption. It’s not that kind of house. It’s clean in a way that feels deliberate—not sterile, just… considered. The kind of clean that belongs to a man who rebuilt this space with his own hands. Furniture that’s sturdy and dark-stained. Leather that wears its creases proudly. Walls the color of late-evening light. A record player he doesn’t admit he uses. The open shelving in the kitchen is all neat rows of mismatched mugs and glassware—none of it new, but all of it used. The military shadowbox sits on top of a bookshelf, not hung. His therapist asked him once if that was symbolic. Jack said, “It’s heavy. Didn’t want to drill into brick.”

He wasn’t lying.

And yet, despite all the order and the weight, there’s a dog. You’ll hear the shift of claws on hardwood before you see it. Big thing—tall and wide at the shoulders, mutt energy but German shepherd eyes. Dark-coated, pale around the snout like ash brushed across fur. It moves slowly, doesn’t come unless Jack calls. But when it does, it presses its whole weight against his thigh like it knows where the grief lives.

Jack named him Clyde. Just Clyde. One syllable, like a call sign or a whispered command. It suits him—solid, dependable, low to the ground. Jack doesn’t remember why he picked it. Maybe because it sounded like a guy who wouldn’t ask too many questions.

He found him in the snow behind a shuttered gas station three years ago. Pittsburgh had iced over. Jack was walking home from therapy—the kind of session where he said too much and didn’t feel better. He stopped when he saw the movement: this shaggy, frozen creature dragging its hind leg, too proud to whine. Most people would’ve kept walking. Jack crouched down, looked him in the eye, and said, “Yeah. Same.”

That was it.

Jack didn’t plan for the dog to stay. But when Clyde followed him home—limping, bleeding, silent��Jack didn’t stop him. He just opened the front door, pointed to the kitchen tile, and said, “You bleed there. Not on the rug.”

Clyde obeyed.

They’ve been coexisting ever since. Quiet. Predictable. Wordless in the best way.

Clyde doesn’t need anything Jack can’t give. He doesn’t ask for walks, but he’ll go when Jack grabs the leash. Doesn’t need affection, but will curl up under Jack’s desk while he reads through trauma case reports. He’s always near but never in the way. He’s what Jack wishes people were like—self-contained, loyal, able to read a room.

And Jack—he loves this dog. Not the way people talk about it on social media. Not loudly. Not with sweaters or treats shaped like bones. But in the way he knows which foot Clyde favors when it’s going to rain. In the way he keeps a heating pad under the couch blanket for Clyde’s hip. In the way he murmurs, “You good?” when he gets home at 4:30 a.m., exhausted and still vibrating from whatever chaos The Pitt coughed up that night.

And Clyde? Clyde just looks at him. Doesn’t wag, doesn’t bark. Just nods in that imperceptible way dogs sometimes do. Like: I’m still here. And so are you.

There’s a kind of ritual in the way Jack lives. Clyde fits into that ritual like breath between chest compressions. Morning—if Jack is off—starts with black coffee and Clyde’s pill in peanut butter. They sit on the porch when the sky is still pink at the edges, Jack’s prosthetic resting beside him on a wooden crate. Clyde lays at his side, chest rising slow, ears alert. Jack reads journals—trauma surgery updates, disaster preparedness papers, anything with data. The living room is a minefield of open pages, underlined notes, broken spines. But Clyde never knocks anything over. He moves around the chaos like he’s part of it.

And at night, when Jack can’t sleep—which is often—he paces the apartment in socks, running through the shift over and over in his head. What he missed. Who he lost. What he could’ve done better. Sometimes, Clyde follows him room to room. Other times, he stays on the couch, thumping his tail once. Like: You’re spiraling again. I’ll be here when you stop.

Jack never says thank you. Not out loud. Not in the clean, linear way people expect. Gratitude doesn’t come easily to him—it catches somewhere between the diaphragm and the throat, too heavy to force out and too sacred to cheapen. But sometimes—on the worst nights, the ones that don’t feel like nights at all, just liminal stretches of exhaustion with no edge to fall off—he finds himself on the floor.

He’s still in scrubs. Collar wrinkled, sleeves pushed up unevenly, the fabric stiff with sweat and something darker. His hands carry the day—still sharp with the bite of antiseptic, the faint chalk of powdered gloves clinging to the creases. His wrists are raw from repeated scrubbing, the skin flushed and tight. Under his nails: a rust-colored rim of dried blood he couldn’t bring himself to finish cleaning off.

Sometimes it’s a kid. Sometimes it’s a man with the same eyes as someone he dragged into a medevac twelve years ago. Doesn’t matter. It always hits in the same place—low, silent, marrow-deep. And there’s never anywhere to set it down.

So he kneels. Not dramatically. Slowly. Mechanically. Like his joints are remembering a movement they haven’t made in years. He rests one hand on Clyde’s shoulder, the other braced on his own knee to keep from tipping forward. Clyde doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t lift his head. Just watches him with those slow, tired eyes, like he’s been waiting for this part of the evening.

Jack leans in. Forehead to fur, cheek grazing the dog’s ribcage. The pressure is grounding. Clyde smells like pine bark and sleep. Jack closes his eyes. Breathes in. Doesn’t say anything for a long while.

And then, low. So low it sounds like a confession:

“You make this bearable,” he mutters, the words scraped raw, like they cost something.

There’s a pause, a shift of air.

“You—just you.”

His voice cracks halfway through the sentence, but he finishes it anyway. That’s the kind of man he is—too stubborn to quit halfway, even when he’s breaking.

Clyde doesn’t move. Just breathes. Just stays.

Sometimes people ask, casually, between cases or during the lull of a shift, if he’s ever thought about getting a second dog. Someone saw a shepherd mix at the shelter. Someone else jokes that Clyde looks like he needs a friend.

Jack just shrugs, wipes his hands on a paper towel, and says, “One’s enough. Two’s a pack. Packs break down.”

He never smiles when he says it. And no one ever pushes.

Because it’s not a joke.

There’s no nostalgia in his voice. No warmth. Just flat pragmatism—like someone remembering how it feels when a convoy gets ambushed or a team leader doesn’t come back from the second sweep. Jack doesn’t do redundancies. Doesn’t invite variables. He has Clyde. And that is enough. That is the point.

Once, Dana tossed it at him playfully—on a long night when a kid coded twice and they got him back both times. “You’re softer than you act, Abbot,” she’d said, eyeing the way he folded a blanket under a patient’s neck without thinking.

Jack snorted. “Don’t tell the dog. He’ll lose respect.”

But he was lying.

Because Clyde already knows.

Has known from the first night, when Jack came home too quiet and sat on the floor without taking his coat off. When he muttered something like “You can go if you want” into the stillness and Clyde simply laid his head in Jack’s lap like he hadn’t even heard it.

Clyde knows everything. The limping cadence of Jack’s gait when the socket’s rubbing too hard. The difference between his angry silence and his hollowed-out kind. He knows when to leave the room, when to nudge his snout beneath Jack’s palm, when to lie still beside the prosthetic like he’s standing guard over something more than metal.

Because animals, in lives like this, aren’t just background. They’re not props. They’re not plot points. They are something else entirely. Something older. Elemental. They become the version of you that survives.

Clyde is that version of Jack. The part that’s allowed to exhale. The part that isn’t a trauma doctor or a soldier or a story people whisper about. The part that doesn’t need to earn his place in a room. The part that just is.

And Clyde stays with that part.

No matter how long the night is. No matter what Jack comes home carrying. No matter how many hours he spends sitting on the edge of the bed, elbow on his knee, staring at the dark like it’s daring him to move.

Clyde stays.

And Jack doesn’t thank him.

But every time he comes through the door and sees that dog lift his head—steady, quiet, still there—he thinks, maybe this is what love looks like when you finally stop trying to deserve it.

🐈 Michael Robinavitch is a cat guy. Not because he acts like one—but because he’s spent his whole life being misunderstood. Just like a cat.

He signs the adoption paperwork with the same pen he uses for time-of-death notes. Black ink. Thin barrel. Clicks it twice before putting it back in the chest pocket of his coat, even though he’s not cold. Not yet.

The shelter’s too warm. Fluorescent. Smells like antiseptic and pine-scented ammonia—the kind they used in old trauma bays before they phased out bleach. The girl behind the counter is chewing on a pencil and trying to make conversation, asking if he’s ever had a cat before. Robby just nods once. He’s not interested in a backstory. Or a narrative arc. Or the kind of sentimental bullshit that makes people cry in animal commercials.

He’s not here for company. He’s here for infrastructure.

The cat in question is six years old, dark grey, narrow-bodied, one white paw like a misprint. Her eyes are amber and faintly bored. She’s been in the shelter for eight months. Returned twice. The staff uses the word “selective.” Robby respects that.

He’d asked for “the one who doesn’t need anything.”

They brought her out in a carrier with a note paperclipped to the top: Independent. Doesn’t like loud noises. Not food-motivated. Will scratch if cornered.

He read it and said, “Sounds like an ex of mine.”

The girl didn’t laugh.

Good.

He didn’t tell anyone about her. He doesn’t tell people when he refills his Lexapro. He doesn’t tell them about the chipped mug he keeps on top of his microwave because it was Adamson’s. He doesn’t tell them why he left the memorial lunch Shelby brought in the fridge until someone else threw it away.

That day he went home and couldn’t sit down. Stood in his kitchen. Opened a beer. Didn’t drink it. Just stared at the condensation running down the neck like the bottle was trying to sweat something out.

He’d been doing everything right. Getting up. Going in. Holding it together like a man with no other option. But that day—the anniversary—hit different. He kept thinking about the moment he didn’t see coming. The sound Adamson made when he dropped. The awful nothingness of a man who had once known everything.

He stood there for an hour.

Then he grabbed his keys, still in scrubs, and drove across town to the shelter like it was a procedure he needed to perform.

He doesn’t name her.

Not in the way people mean. There’s a name on the vet paperwork—something the receptionist made him pick, something functional so they’d stop asking. But he doesn’t say it out loud. She doesn’t respond to it anyway.

Around the apartment she’s just “hey” or “alright” or “Jesus Christ” when she knocks over a pile of post-it notes and blinks at him like do better.

Sometimes, when he’s on the phone and she climbs up onto the back of the couch, he calls her “the auditor.”

It fits.

She doesn’t come to the door when he gets home. She doesn’t whine. Doesn’t wait for him. Some days she’s asleep under the radiator. Other days she’s perched on top of the fridge like a gargoyle. She doesn’t move unless she has something to say, and when she does, it’s usually a single unimpressed chirp that sounds vaguely judgmental.

He doesn’t mind.

He talks to her sometimes, in the same way he talks to the broken vending machine on Sublevel 1. Half under his breath. Half like he’s testing whether the silence will give anything back.

“Dropped a line in a central today,” he’ll mutter, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door. “Kid coded anyway. Too much fluid. Too late.”

The cat flicks her tail. Doesn’t even look up.

Robby exhales through his nose. “Don’t look at me like you could’ve done better.”

She lives in the corners of his life, not the center of it.

Her food bowl is stainless steel. No patterns. No mat. He refills it when it’s empty, not before. Keeps the kibble in a plastic bin on top of the fridge. Litter box in the bathroom closet, tucked next to the old mop and a three-pack of backup stethoscopes he never uses. He opens the blinds in the living room most mornings just enough to let in the sun for her to sleep in. Not because he thinks she needs it. But because she’s used to it now.

And that’s the key: not affection, not codependence—just expectation. Quiet consistency.

She’s not a comfort. She’s a constant.

The night he breaks down, she doesn’t move.

He’s on the floor again. Different reason this time—some kid he couldn’t get back, brain bleed, no family, no name in the system. Something about the paperwork triggered a spiral. He ended up in the hallway between his kitchen and the bathroom, slouched against the wall like a man on the edge of admitting something.

She sits across from him, just out of reach. Watching. Like she’s got him under observation. Not for emotional distress—just for data collection.

He doesn’t speak.

She doesn’t blink.

Eventually, he says, “You know he asked me—before they pulled the tube—if I thought it was going to hurt.”

A pause. A long one.

“I said no.”

The cat tilts her head slightly. Not disbelief. Not pity. Just... a record being updated.

He keeps going.

“I think I lied.”

She doesn’t move toward him. Doesn’t press her head into his palm. Doesn’t make it cinematic.

But she stays.

Dana comes over once, weeks later, dropping off a casserole from someone’s aunt or ex-husband or whoever made the mistake of asking if Robby “ever eats.” The cat appears halfway through the conversation, arches her back on top of the bookshelf, and stares directly into Dana’s soul.

Dana stares back. “That thing’s judging me harder than Gloria ever has.”

Robby shrugs. “She’s not wrong.”

“She’s judging your life choices.”

“She hasn’t left yet.”

“Yeah, but does she like you?”

He glances at the cat. “That’d be a first.”

The cat sneezes.

Dana snorts. “Jesus. Alright, fine.”

Robby doesn’t need her to love him. That’s not the deal.

She isn’t a metaphor for healing. She’s not some soft little redemption arc purring in his lap. She’s a presence. A demand. A subtle recalibration of what it means to share space. She takes up air and sound and physical territory and makes him acknowledge it.

She forces him to keep the blinds open. To buy batteries for the smoke detector. To get home on time. Because if he’s late, she dumps the water bowl over and drags the bathmat into the hallway like she’s staging a protest.

She doesn’t need him. She just expects him.

And Robby—haunted, functional, stubborn to the end—finds himself meeting that expectation.

Not because he has to.

Because he chose to.

And because she, unlike most people in his life, chose him back. Quietly. Permanently. Without ever asking for proof.

#the pitt #jack abbot #shawn hatosy #noah wyle #dr abbot #michael robinavitch #dr robby #the pitt fanfiction #the pitt hbo #dr robinavitch

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burst-of-iridescent · 8 months ago

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yall need to stop this “but katara choose aang!” nonsense because a) idk how she personally told you that when she doesn’t exist and b) even if katara were a real woman, this is some choice feminism bs that willfully ignores a lot of the social pressures and dynamics within heterosexual relationships that kat.aang as a relationship taps into both within the world of atla & as a narrative.

the creators themselves have alluded to the fact that katara & aang’s relationship draws from the trope of a younger boy pining after an older, more mature woman who doesn’t give him the time of day at first but is eventually brought around with his persistence and determination to win her heart.

and this dynamic bleeds through into the show itself, especially when aang is talking to people about katara. he is told multiple times that she’ll come around because he’s the avatar and that all he needs to do is not give up. the social dynamics of the kat.aang relationship even within atla reflects the prevalent narrative around straight relationships in our world: if you keep trying, the girl you like will obviously give you a chance eventually, because how could she not?

that’s troubling enough but then comes the second half of book 3, and now this narrative isn’t reflected just in those around aang, but in aang himself. what began as a sweet, harmless adolescent crush warps into something more dangerous, more familiar: entitlement. the aang of ember island players is one who demands katara’s love, not one who wishes for it. just look at the language used here:

i thought we were going to be together, but we’re not.

why don’t you know?

when is the right time?

the line delivery here is frustrated, almost accusing — this is not the way you talk to a girl you claim to love. this is the irritation of a long-promised reward that continues to be denied, something you wanted but cannot yet possess. this is eerily, intensely reminiscent of real-world gender dynamics, and it continues to be reinforced when katara responds according to the same gendered script:

aang, i don’t know.

we’re in the middle of a war. this isn’t the right time.

i’m sorry but right now, i’m just a little confused.

katara gives neither a yes nor a no but a neutral, noncommittal in-between. her tone and body language are apologetic yet clearly tense, uncomfortable — dancing that fine line most women are familiar with, of having to let down a man yet protect his feelings at the same time.

it’s one thing for the narrative of kat.aang to be misogynistic from a doylist perspective, but when the same applies within a watsonian analysis as well, that’s a far bigger problem. when you set up this dynamic for kat.aang in the show and double down on it as their last romantic interaction, you cannot then remove the implications that follow when katara inexplicably, wordlessly, obediently kisses aang in the finale:

that she loved him because she felt she had to.

because that is the underlying societal expectation of this particular dynamic, the same expectation the show itself has set up within the advice aang receives: that a woman’s affections are owed to the man who fights for them, and if he fulfils his obligations in pursuing her, she will fulfill hers in turn by dutifully rewarding him.

as with women in the real world, no choice katara makes in her world is free of the delicate, insidious entanglement of social pressures and gendered expectations that underlie and drive those choices, even subconsciously.

so yes — katara chose aang. but as the show ends with no insight on her part as to the nature of this choice, the question still remains: did she choose him freely, joyfully, unfettered and unburdened by the weight of expectation? or did she choose him as the girl who always did what had to be done, who took on duties that she was too young to shoulder for the sake of the people she loved, who could never let down the child she fiercely, lovingly protected from the moment she met him?

#anti kataang

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babiebom · 1 year ago

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Heyyy! I was wondering if u could do the bachelors & bachelorettes reactin to / dating an s/o who has really intense nose bleeds when they're stressed. But plot twist bc this is literally the norm for the farmer bc they have crippling anxiety, especially social.

Thank u sm!!

A/N: I don’t know why I thought this was funny??? My anxiety just makes my stomach upset but a nosebleed in front of everyone like some sort of anxious demon is funny. Not the clean up tho. I’ve never had a nosebleed but I know they bleed SO MUCH. Also no problemo!!! Always glad to get requests!! I did different things (so not just stressed because I would’ve written the same thing for anyone I made crush aspects as sort of for stress too lmao) for each hopefully they’re good enough!

Tw: cursing, blood, anxiety, the nose bleeds are VERY dramatic because it’s fiction lmao. Physical fights(in Leah’s part), arguments(in almost all of them). Pierre hate Pam hate(kinda) Demetrius hate Morris hate. And Kel is gender neutral! let me know if there’s anything else to tag!

Wc: idk lmao hopefully at least 100 words for each

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Sebastian:

Just frowns

Actually helps unexpectedly

….we can never talk about this happening again if you want……

It’s not often that you get to see the towns resident emo, even after visiting Robin multiple times for various building needs. So when you wander into the house, looking for Robin so you can upgrade your coop, seeing him makes your brain malfunction.

“Oh…hey farmer.” He greets, moving past you to head further into the house. You blink for a second before returning the greeting, watching as his dark hoodie disappears behind a wall.

You try to force your breathing to slow down. There is absolutely NO reason you should be this worked up over a literal one second conversation. While you sit with your thoughts, foot steps fill your ears and the sight of Sebastian returning from wherever he went makes all of your progress regress. “So…you here waiting for my mom?”

You nod quickly, clearing your throat, “yeah…um…just need to upgrade my chicken coop.”

“Oh well, she’s not in today. She usually goes to Pierre’s store to work out with the other moms.”

You frown to yourself, how did you miss that she wouldn’t be in today? Damn now all you can think about is how you just made a fool of yourself. Lost in your thoughts, you miss that Sebastian had cleared his throat a couple times until he waves a hand in front of your face.

“If you want, I can take your order and tell her when she gets home later. That way she can get started tomorrow.”

“Would you?” Your heart flips as you perk up. Was he usually this nice? You kinda heard from Robin herself that Sebastian never really interacted with people he wasn’t already friends with.

“Yeah sure.” He shrugs and moves to go around the counter, setting his slowly cooling food down. “Okay so she usually charges 10,000g and you have to have 400 logs of wood and 150 things of stone. Sound right?”

You nod and hand over the bag of money. The second your hands touch it’s like your body decided it couldn’t handle anything else from him. Luckily he just takes the money and pretends like your nose hasn’t become a geyser as you scramble to try to keep the blood from dripping all over their furniture.

Sam:

WOAH DUDE IS THAT LIKE….NORMAL?

it’s like from a movie or something

Is overall sorta scared but at the same time thinks it’s cool

“And this is how I do a kick flip!” Sam shows you skateboard trick after trick and honestly you can’t get enough of it. It wasn’t a secret that the both of you had crushes on each other, and even now it was very obvious by how you were watching him do his tricks that you had feelings for him. Yet still you two weren’t in a relationship, just sort of friends who like each other in a romantic sort of way.

“You’re so cool!” You clap as he lands another trick.

“And you’re cute!”

“What?”

You freeze in your spot and watch in confusion as he sort of freezes midway through his next trick and crashes to the ground. His words echo in your head, making your face heat up and your heart soar. He smacks his face on the ground, sending you into a panic because now all you can think about is how he thinks you’re cute, and now how he probably has a concussion from hitting his face directly onto the concrete.

When he lifts his face off the ground, you’re kneeling next to him, trying to check on him. His forehead is bleeding, his nose is bleeding, and so is his mouth. You shriek and try to go through your backpack to see if you have anything to help him. You didn’t.

You already know where this is leading, and you let out a groan of annoyance right before your nose starts leaking just like his. His eyes widen and he lets out a loud laugh. Maybe you two can move out of the weird friendship you have after all.

Shane:

Would just stare silently

Like no comments no nothing

Doesn’t even act like it’s happening

Having a part time job at Joja Mart during the winter is one of the absolute worst ideas that you’ve had in a while. But you didn’t make a lot during your first year of farming. Stacking the products onto the shelves, your only saving Grace is the fact that you’re allowed to have earphones in. Except for the fact that Pam is now standing next to you asking loudly about where something is. Shane is stacking the shelves behind you.

“I don’t know Pam…the alcohol is probably on the wall in the back.” You frown at her. She obviously knows that you don’t know this store that well, you were a FARMER that NEVER shopped here before. She rasps out another question and it takes everything in you to not snap at her. Trying to calm yourself of course there’s gonna be something else that makes you lose your mind. That something is Morris, coming over and being the absolute WORST and in turn making Pam LOUDER and more insistent.

He’s lecturing you, Pam is agreeing with him way too loudly, the music on your headphones is now overwhelming instead of calming, and the sound of random things in the market is making you want to bite a chunk out of the loaves of bread in front of you, plastic and all. With everything building up inside of you, you already know what’s going to happen. It always happens, but instead of excusing yourself you stand there, staring Morris down as the blood begins to flow from your nostrils.

Pam yells out curses and Morris begins to stutter, but behind them Shane just stares for a second before continuing to work. When you’re finally left alone with him in the aisle as your two stressors hastily take their leave, all he does is let out a dry chuckle.

“Sam has a hell of a mess to clean up…”

Alex:

Oh DUDE your nose is like….LEAKING

Doesn’t help

Just watched and comments

“AND THEN HE HAS THE NERVE TO TELL PEOPLE THAT MY HARVESTS ARE HIS BUT HE ONLY DOES IT IF ITS GOOD!” You rant to the brown haired boy, pacing back and forth in his room. Thankfully both Evelyn and George were out so you weren’t bothering anyone except for the man in front of you.

You huff and puff as he watches, slightly amused slightly concerned. Alex wasn’t the best person to go to when you’re upset unless it was something absolutely devastating. So being in front of him now, complains about your farming woes meant that he was only half ass taking it seriously. “You should go and speak your mind.” He says.

Turns out you should NOT take advice from Alex. Standing in Pierre’s shop, you’re staring him down angrily, anxiety creeping up your throat from you trying to will yourself to call him out on his bullshit. The older man just kind of stares at you in confusion because all you had done was shout his name angrily as you entered the shop then stand in front of him seething.

“You….you…..” you point a finger at him. This was the moment, the moment you stand up for yourself and tell Pierre how HORRIBLE he is!

But of course things don’t work how you want and your nose gushes out blood all over the counter before you can work yourself up to the point of accusations. With a gasp you run out of the shop, hoping that he would keep his mouth shut with Alex running behind you laughing. Again, NEVER let Alex talk you into anything.

Elliott:

Panics

How do I help PLS LET ME HELP

Everything probably gets messy

Fishing had never been your favorite pastime, but now trying to fix up the community center you had to. Unfortunately Willy was gone and couldn’t properly teach you even though he had gifted you an old rod of his, so the next best thing is getting your boyfriend to teach you since he does fish often. Now you stand on the docks, waiting for a fish to bite the hook.

“Keep calm, the fish can feel your fear and it makes them upset.” Elliott spoke. In all honesty you didn’t even know if that was true or not, but you take in a breath to calm down. You did not want to be here all day you had cows to pet.

The second your line begins to pull you try to pull the fish in. And you succeed until it comes time to unhook the eel you managed to catch. The eel is slimy and slippery and all around not a good thing to try to grip. A shriek leaves your lips and the eel struggles, Elliott tries to help you but is also struggling to catch hold of it. And now your nose is bleeding adding another layer to the already hellish experience.

You’re unhappy, the eel is unhappy, and Elliott is unhappy. After what seems like an hour, the stupid thing slips out of your grips and back into the ocean, washing your nose blood off of it and splashing you with saltwater. 0 out of 10 you will not be trying again.

Harvey:

Calm but concerned(after panicking for a second)

Has a doctory approach to it

But is secretly like WTF inside

Your heart thumps in your chest as you sit on the clinic bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in Harvey’s clinic, having taken a break from the mines, and somehow this seems more shameful than having been beaten almost to death by living slime. Your hands bleed into the cloth you have pressed into it. One of the pigs knocked you over into the broken fence you were in the middle of fixing. Now you sit waiting for the good looking Doctor.

When he walks in he’s all smiles, tapping his clipboard with his pen. “While I’m sad to see that you’re injured, I’m glad to see it isn’t from those mines again.” The eye contact he makes with you makes your heart twist for a second.

He starts speaking of all the shots you need and the antibiotics you need to take, rust poisoning is quite serious you know. “Now,” he says, moving towards you, “let me see your hand.”

Your heart thumps erratically at the close proximity of him and you. You only really ever got to see him this close when you were half dead and barely conscious. His face is much too close for you to be able to do anything but focus on how pretty his eyes are, and how fluffy his mustache is, and how…

“OH MY DEAR YOBA” He yelps and jumps away from you. It takes only a second after him to realize what’s going on, and now your furiously wiping away at your nose with your hands instead of with the cloth, and he’s trying to get something on your nose to catch the blood. It’s a disaster, really. But at least you’re already in a clinic!

Penny:

Probably panics

Doesn’t know how to deal with it

Would try to help though

The warmth of the pool in the spa did nothing to ease your nerves as you waded in the shallow end of the pool. Penny had invited you to come sometime after 7 pm, and when you had arrived she was already waiting for you, kicking her feet in the pool. The thought of her asking you here made your stomach turn, did you do something wrong…? Was she inviting you here to tell you she hated you or something…? You had grown close to her over your time here and would hate it if she thought you were too much or something.

“Do you know why I invited you here?” She asks, moving closer but keeping her eyes on the water.

You shake your head, “I’m not exactly sure, no.”

She frowns and sighs at you, meeting your eyes for a fleeting second then looking elsewhere. “Really? I thought you would’ve noticed by now…” her words trail off and her eyebrows furrow.

The next few seconds are ones that you simultaneously want to remember for forever and forget. She confesses her feelings for you. Feelings that you obviously reciprocate, and the emotions in you mix and grow, rising up your throat as if you were a volcano of conflicting feelings. As soon as you open your mouth to tell her that yes, you like her too, her face morphs into one that’s horrified instead of hopeful, disgusted instead of smitten and you realize a second after she does that your nose is spouting red, dyeing the water you both were swimming in.

Penny shrieks for a solid second before trying to scramble out of the water as fast as she can. You do the same, swirling the red around the pool as both of you splash trying to exit the now crime scene looking pool. When you get out of the water, she’s holding a towel right in your face, smooshing it so hard you can barely breathe and now your nose is throbbing with slight pain. “What do we do?!” She asks moving about quickly. She’s so confused that she just keeps walking and turning as if she’s remembering and forgetting things at the same time.

You just tilt your head downward and cringe inwardly, this was not the way to get a girl to like you. “It’s fine…I’m fine,” you say voice nasally and muffled. “And I like you too by the way.”

Haley:

confused staring

wtf is happening

Actually speechless

It isn’t every day that you get to talk to a beautiful blonde. It isn’t even every day that you talk to anyone. So when she approaches you on one of your trips off of your farm you couldn’t help but feel like either everything is out to get you or that you’re up on your luck. You don’t really know for sure, it honestly depends on how things go.

“Hey farmer!” She smiles as soon as she stops in front of you, the feeling of your stomach twisting makes you want to vomit in all of your nervousness. “I have a favor to ask you…”

“Yeah?” You ask trying to keep your cool. “What is it?”

“I would totally love love LOVE you forever if you could bring me an amethyst? It’s for Emily’s birthday and I don’t really like Clint so I don’t wanna buy anything from him. I’m willing to pay 150g!”

You cough into your fist, nodding along and taken aback by how casually she’s speaking to you. Before you can accept doing her the favor, the horrified look on your face makes your words falter.

She looks absolutely horrified, and touching your hand to your face you can feel why. Your nose started dripping blood, and by dripping you mean you can now feel it running down to your chin. A flurry of curses leave your mouth as confused noises leave hers. It's not much of a surprise that this has happened, but man did you wish it wasn't in front of her.

Emily:

Surprisingly chill about it

Probably has a weird story about a nosebleed or something

Actually helps

You sit at the bar alone, upset at a horrible farming day. You tried your best, you really did, but those stupid ass crows actually ate ALL of your seedlings. Or…almost all of them but that’s basically the same thing! There is no way you’re gonna make enough to make it through winter comfortably. You told Emily exactly this, appreciative of her listening ear in the middle of her busy shift.

“You know they probably didn’t mean it…or maybe they did,” she sucks in a breath eyebrows furrowing as she thinks, “you know crows are very smart they probably know that you’re using that land to farm and stay there because of all the free food.”

“But it’s not free!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in annoyance, “I have to buy those seeds! They’re just putting me into debt!”

She hums and nods, wiping the bar next to you where a person had just left. You had only a couple months left until the snow started falling and making it virtually impossible to grow anything. The little plants you had left you had to fight the crows for. And by fight I mean you angrily swung a broom at the with the intent of scaring them (not hitting them that’s mean). Still the growing anger inside you was not easily crushed by her warm and quite frankly outlandish words. No, in fact your anger grew the more you thought about it.

You felt it coming before anything had even exited your nose, hurriedly snatching the rag from Emily’s hands. Damn now you would have to buy the bar a new one. She just blinks then nods as if your nose becoming a bloody waterfall was normal.

“You know…nose bleeds cause by stress is usually because your heart rate and blood pressure increase and it causes your blood vessels to dilate!”

You stare at her before laughing. Maybe she was helpful after all.

Abigail:

WOAH

WTF

WHAT DO WE DO?

You stand in front of Pierre in front of the shop, arms crossed as you watch his face grow redder the longer time goes on. “-IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAUGHTER?” You’re not really listening to his tirade, over the whole ‘protective dad’ thing.

“Dad I’m an adult! You have no say in who I date!” Abigail yells back, face equally red. Who would’ve known that he would have a problem with the farmer he rips off constantly dating his daughter?

He yells out more reasons that the two of you shouldn’t be dating, and in turn points a finger into your chest roughly. You sputter out an offended sound, moving away from him. “Don’t touch me!”

“You shouldn’t be touching my daughter!”

“What? Dude we just started dating, you’re weird as hell!”

The arguing only gets worse from there, accusations flying around and now an audience comes with the drama. It’s almost too much for you to handle with now Caroline, Harvey, Haley, and the Milner family standing and watching the chaos. “Abby let’s just go to my place…” you try suddenly feeling the need to escape and no longer feeling the ‘fuck you dude’ attitude.

“No! He needs to understand that he can’t control my life!”

It’s like a volcano in your body and just like a volcano your nose begins to erupt. Now you’re screaming, Abigail is screaming, Pierre is screaming, the Mullners are screaming. Could this get any worse?

Turns out yeah, it can get any worse, like a family fight worse and now all of you are sitting in Harvey’s clinic. At least you aren’t the only bloody one now.

Maru:

Is surprised

Also forgets what to do

Would probably make things worse

Maru talks about robots and space the way you would talk about her: totally and completely enamored. You sit on her bed listening to her talk about her newest invention, some sort of robot that can cook and clean and basically be a free maid. You laugh and move your arm to get in a more comfortable position to watch her. Unfortunately your arm had other plans and smacked hard into her bed post. Groaning out in pain, your eyes close and begin to water from how much your elbow hurt.

Demetrius is in your face before you even realize that he was in the room. You yelp out in surprise as he starts ranting about you ruining his daughter’s future. You blink in surprise and try to retreat back into the mattress. What was happening. You can hear Maru screaming over his words but your ears feel like they’re filled with water.

“We’re just friends!” You find yourself shouting. Like damn is the man insane? It wasn’t the first time he’s gotten upset at you over Maru, but it was the first time that he was absolutely losing his mind.

“Dad stop!”

Time froze for a second as you and Demetrius stared at each other, Maru standing near him. Breathing in you can taste blood in your mouth before your nose starts bleeding, yet you can’t bring yourself to do anything but sit and catch your breath.

“Oh my god!” Both Demetrius and Maru exclaim moving around the room trying to find something to help. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at him acting concerned now.

Thankfully Maru looked cute trying to help you which at least made things a little better.

Leah:

Is also freaking out on the inside but calm on the outside

Helps you with tissues

Is understanding

Going on a date with Leah is a dream come true. There’s paint, wine, food, and you’re sitting in the prettiest meadow you’ve ever seen, well it’s pretty because Leah is there and she’s pretty and you’ve been here multiple times because it’s near her cottage but it still looks different today.

You sit, paintbrush in hand, laughing at something she’s saying. It’s fun and if she hadn’t have asked you would’ve spent the day farming like usual, this little break was needed. The day couldn’t be ruined, absolutely nothing can ruin it.

Okay, one thing can ruin it and that one thing is Kel coming and ruining everything. The argument that ensues is one of the worst that you’ve seen. Kel tries to walk up on you(translation: Kel wants to fight you), Leah stops them but in turn gets into a fight with them which causes you to actually get up and try to defend her.

You kinda black out until you can hear Kel call out “I made your nose bleed bitch!” Which again causes you to want to drown in your anger.

“My noses is bleeding because I’m stressed, stupid!” You yell back. It’s obvious Kel hadn’t been able to hit your nose so claiming to be able to hit you so hard your nose bleeds isn’t even possible. It’s almost childish how the two of you argue.

Leah finally gets Kel to leave and hands you a bunch of tissues as she sits you down on the now rumpled blanket. As the two of you catch your breath and calm down, you find yourself smiling at her behind the wad of tissues catching blood flowing from your nose.

At least the situation would be funny in the future.

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fanaticsnail · 1 year ago

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Snail important question;

Of any line-up of characters of your choice-

Who do you think is attracted to competency,

Who is attracted to stupidity,

Who can go either way,

And who is attracted to both at the same time (imagine;

Reader: sorry I'm late I had to fight off two different ships

Them: is that how you got that bruise on your face?

Reader: oh... Actually, I wasn't looking and pulled a push door off its' hinges into my face

Them, kicking off their pants: god you're so fucking stupid, sit on my face

)

Also, I feel like there are different versions of competency and stupidity. Street smarts vs social obliviousness. Book smarts vs functionally illiterate. Strategic/battle smarts vs what-do-you-mean-flashing-the-enemy-isn't-a-valid-distraction?

(Zoro is completely math smart and dumb in every other way)

I could imagine Luffy would be attracted to hyper specific competency. If you're really into a specific thing and good at it and it's your dream he would absolutely love it even if it sounds like you're speaking gibberish to him. He wouldn't even think of it as weird - I mean, no more weird than any other dream he doesn't personally understand - he's certainly not the type to judge based on societal norms. You could talk his ear off about the reproductive habits of different animals and he wouldn't get why everyone else doesn't like to hear it when they're eating but hey more food for him.

Snail. Your asks always know how to get the better of me. Have a series of little drabbles, dear.

Competency, Stupidity, Duality

Masterlist here

Word Count: 410+, 510+, 580+

Synopsis: They can't help what attracted them to you. No matter what you did, they simply couldn't get enough of you. Their emotions finally catch up with them, and they confess their adoration for you.

Themes: variety x gn!reader, feelings, injury, mentions of battles, finally giving in, all different 'reader' inserts, confessions of love, kid x reader, zoro x reader, killer x reader, angst, fluff, sweetness.

Notes: I wasn't expecting to write this today, but I've been thinking about the big boys lately and I needed to give them some love. Something about trios lately.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Competency: Eustass Kid

When Eustass Kid noticed how quick and sharp you were to react in life or death circumstances, he was immediately smitten with you. Being a Straw-Hat, your ambitions and dreams were fostered by your playful captain as you sailed aboard the Thousand Sunny. Your ability to interact flawlessly by balancing the combined efforts of the three crews had him intrigued by your charisma.

Fighting by your side was something he didn’t expect to affect him so much. The way you researched the strengths and weaknesses of all three crews sailing and fighting together was admirable. Asserting yourself by asking Law to push and pull you closer to the fight with the Ope-Ope no Mi ability, while fighting side-by-side with Massacre Soldier Killer in close quarters, had him left wordless.

After the battle finishes, he watched as you hastily aided your crew of their injuries while disregarding your own; putting others first while adding pressure to your hand-gash, hovering it over your head to slow the bleeding. He couldn’t get enough of you.

He needed you to know how he felt about you, but being in the presence of Luffy and Law always seemed to bring out the more juvenile side of attitude. His simple attraction and infatuation with you had to be revealed to you in due time, but he couldn’t risk sounding like an idiot in front of you. He would have to simply wait until you were alone and unoccupied before he made his move to take care of you after taking care of others.

Slowly approaching you as you sat down against the tangerine grove aboard the Thousand Sunny, his shadow shrouded your form and prompted you to gaze up into his scarred, sheepish face. Your smile caused his heart to beat harder and his head to swirl with a variety of "what-ifs". Gulping back his insecurities, he knelt down in front of you.

“Let me take care of that for you,” he offered with a soft smirk, “You’ve done so much for others, and I think your hand needs some seeing to.”

“If you say so, Captain Kid,” you shrug, offering your injured hand delicately to him and listening to his every instruction as he treats you, “I wasn’t aware you had any medical training.” He straps your hand in a bandage, placing down the final ties before holding your injured hand in his.

“I don’t,” he shrugged with a smile atop his painted lips, “But I’ve lost an arm before, and I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

“You’re-...” he stuttered over his words, gazing at your hand before softly drifting his tired eyes up, “...-You amaze me. Truly, amaze me.” You place your other hand on his, never once removing your eyes from his face as he offers you such kindness.

“Thank you, sir,” you nod to him with a soft smile, “You amaze me, too.”

Stupidity: Roronoa Zoro

“Why would you do that?” Zoro roared at you, hovering his body over yours and caging your face-down body within a shield of his own. The gashes on your back were deep, your body weeping out the red essence and staining your clothes with it.

“C-Couldn’t risk yours,” you stuttered out with a soft smile, “H’was gonna g-get yours. Didn’t want you to wear the shame.” His eyes widened, filling with a steam of glossy tears that threatened to spill over the moment you stuttered out your confession. “That’s what you said, wasn’t it? Mark on the back is a swordsman’s greatest shame?”

Drip.

One after one, soft tears spilt down his cheeks and mixed with the fluids pooling at your back. He leaned down towards you, the heat of battle dying down with the swift, flaming kick of the blonde cook and giggling chuckles of your captain, Luffy.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he sniffed his sobs back as he leaned down to cage you, “Can’t you see? None of that fucking matters without you here.” He softly, tenderly moved you from your position on the floor to not disturb your wounds. He sat you up, cradling you against his broad chest and openly sobbed for you.

“When you get better,” he growled into your shoulder, “I will repay you for this. I will pay my debt to you.” His sobs got more desperate, not halting in the slightest when Trafalgar D Water-Law approached the two of you in your embrace.

“Let me get ‘em to the infirmary,” Law offered, gesturing for Bepo to ready the aid kit, “I’ll treat the wounds there-.”

“-I won’t leave them,” Zoro barked over your shoulder, your soft smile tugging at your cheeks in your hazy daze. “Let me go with you, Traffy. I won’t say a damn word to distract you, on my honor.” Law nods, raising his hand and spreading his fingers and offers the two words to switch positions within the infirmary: “Room, Shambles.”

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you laughed each time Zoro chastised you for your stupidity. Echos of: “There were so many other things you could’ve done instead,” and “You stumbled into that blade like a moron and took that hit for me, idiot.” You giggled through the pain, barely feeling it as Law worked to stitch you together again.

Upon regaining consciousness, you looked to your moss-haired crewmate and offered out your hand to his bicep. His head was bowed, arms crossed over his chest, and was assumed to be napping by your bedside. Feeling your touch, he was roused from his sleep and immediately leaned forward to bring his face beside yours.

“You’re a fucking moron,” he huffed, smiling in a melancholy grin. You laughed at his insult, squeezing his muscle before retracting your hand. As you nearly drew it away to your side, he caught your hand and brought your palm up to his lips.

“My fucking moron,” he confirmed, placing a soft kiss to your palm before using it to cup his face. “I love you.”

Duality: Massacre Soldier Killer

Staring up into your face while remaining silent, resting his masked face on the heel of his palm, he listened to your recount of a very specific childhood injury that left you with an interesting scar on your thigh. Killer’s eyes never left your face, his cheeks beginning to glow warm and vibrant beneath the shroud of his mask.

“So, let me get this straight,” Captain Eustass Kid held his hand in front of his face and gave it a gentle wave to halt your words, “That sick-looking scar wasn’t from any time you served with Luffy, but because you set off a fucking harpoon and speared yourself in the leg with it?”

Killer felt himself swoon at the melody your laugh thrust into the atmosphere. He was ever thankful his blue and white mask disguised how much he was smiling beneath the shroud.

“Yep,” you popped the ‘P’ afterwards, nodding in confirmation as you sat beside Usopp and drew your tankard up to your lips, “But I learnt from it, and it hasn’t happened since.” Killer sighed, his voice almost coming out in a soft moan to reveal his growing infatuation for you. Kid barked out a harsh gaggle of laughter, clapping you on the shoulder with his right hand and gestured for you to reveal it to them.

“Let me see it again, go on,” he chuckled, removing his hand and sitting back on his seat, “Use Killer’s thigh as a prop so we can see it properly. You don’t mind do you, big guy?” Killer absentmindedly and slowly shook his head, tapping his thigh twice with his hand for you to reveal your injury to the captain of the Victoria Punk, himself and your crewmate beside you.

“Alright,” you shrugged, standing beside Usopp and Killer and gently placed your foot atop Killer’s thigh and began hiking up your shorts to your hip, “Feast your eyes, Captain.” Sure enough, an interesting looking scar was revealed on your inner thigh, clear as day and sure as the sea is salty.

“Oh, fucking hells!” Kid gave you a hearty laugh, “You seeing this, big guy?” Kid turned his attention to his first mate, his smile only growing as he noticed the angle of Killer’s mask never left your face. Surprise was immediately thrust into Kid’s eyes, noticing the unwavering resolve in Killer’s posture.

You turned your attention down to the silent and broody first-mate, your face puzzled and eyes searching his mask for any further thought or action. He slowly drew his hands up to clasp around your ankle and calf, holding it firmly as he leaned forward.

“You’re perfect,” he offered in a breathy whisper, stroking your leg and gazing lovingly into your face, “Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

Your face flushed with a warmth at his words, eyes widening and looking down at his large hands as they held you so tenderly and delicately within his grasp. Smiling, you leaned forwards and placed your hand over his scarred left forearm with mischief in your eyes, asking him a simple question with a suggestive tone.

“Like what you see then, big guy?” At your question, Usopp nearly choked on his drink. You had never been this bold before, and this came as a shock to your crew’s skilled sniper. He covered his choking with a soft cough, turning away with a downturned smile and stifling his growing laugh.

“So much,” Killer confirmed, gently caressing your calf and looking up at you through half-hooded blonde lashes beneath his mask, “So, so much.”

#one piece #x reader #roronoa zoro #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #one piece drabbles #gn!reader #kid x reader #zoro x reader #killer x reader #op drabbles #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece x you #one piece fluff #ask snail #snail answers

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presidentkamala · 28 days ago

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Rant about white leftists incoming:

As a progressive who's politically involved, I'm fascinated by the way that I see white leftists around me simp for and identify with white conservatives. I'm white too, but I'm trans and have lived in redder/purpler areas than a lot of these people have, and I just can't share their romanticism the same way. These white leftists often identify economically with rural white conservatives and do rightly point out that left wing economics would help these people. I also know a lot of liberals who would benefit from these things but curiously I never see leftists romanticizing impoverished liberals. The thing is, yes, sometimes conservatives will say things that sound very leftist. (Liberals will too, but I never see THAT discussed by them). And so they assume, then, that working class conservatives just need the Right Candidate to swing them over to the left. But as someone who's had to deal with these people (and has a political science degree, no biggie), white leftists fundamentally misunderstand these people on every level.

They want the benefits of good social services--*as long as not a single black person gets to have it*. These are the people who closed public pools so they didn't have to integrate them. They are willing to deprive themselves of anything as long as they don't have to share it with people of color. They are not with Trump because of "economic anxiety". They love the racism, the sexism, and are willing to suffer themselves if they're told an undocumented Mexican worker will suffer a little more. They were not duped into fascism, THEY ARE HERE FOR IT. When these people say they're alienated by Dem party elites they're not making insightful points about how the Dems are still too entangled in billionaires for my liking as well, they're talking about women, poc, and out LGBTQ people being successful when they're "not supposed to be" with some antisemitic overtones on top. These are people who have shot themselves in the foot so they can bleed on a liberal's carpet.

I don't want to believe anyone is hopeless--I don't! But deprogramming these people has to address their racism first. You are not going to cure these people by running Bernie Sanders. You are going to have to make them check their privileges and that 1950s America is never coming back, and that it shouldn't. They do not want leftism right now! They want privilege!

(Also these people will talk about how racist and imperialist this country is constantly, but when a black woman loses to a clown of a white man, suddenly America is completely blind to race and gender and Harris was just a bad candidate, acksually and what do you mean I need to check my racist and sexist biases I don't have those I'm Woke, remember? Because I own a hammer and sickle flag)

SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leftists will call liberals every bad name in the book and turn around immediately to lick cons' asses and try to woo them by throwing every single one of us under the bus. We need as many hands as possible to get us out of this quagmire but until leftists can make me understand how black women and jewish people are the "elite out of touch democratic establishment" i just dont think they have anything interesting to say.

And while almost all democratic voters have voiced criticisms of and conflicts w the party leadership, the slavish attachment to bernard is pure cult and grift and deceit from the left!! They're only just now realizing how badly they burned the rest of the anti-fascism coalition and are throwing the biggest tempy tanty ive ever seen. But you hit the nail on the head: they AND maga have the same problem which is a total refusal to grow the fuck up

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leidensygdom · 1 year ago

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The ways in which being asexual feels isolating

I've been pondering whether to post this or not, but I figured out I wanted to explain a bit of this experience.

So, I could go on a very long tangent on how being asexual is usually a lonely experience, and how much I've been otherized here and there- Specially in real life. How the same people that claimed to be queer (or allies) had been much weirder about my asexuality than they were about me being bi/pan or whatever.

But I think I wanna talk about how something like that bleeds in every aspect of socializing, even down to something like fandom. I stay away from fandom usually- I like to look at cool fanart and that's about it. I hate discourse, I hate drama, I hate reading people getting worked up because they're treating fanon as canon. But there's one thing I've noticed, over and over, that just sends me off my rails.

And it's how fandom tends to treat asexuality (or aromanticism). So, you get a character in some piece of media that explicitly, unequivocally, states they're either ace, aro, or both. "I do not have interest in a partner", "I don't desire to have sex nor do I enjoy the topic", whatever. And as an ace person, I do appreciate being able to see myself in media- There isn't many chases where something is established that bluntly.

Now, you decide you want to check some fanart for that. Fandoms have this tendency to make absolutely everything about shipping, even when the media they're basing it in does not revolve about that (and it's annoying, because a lot of times people aren't interested in the actual themes- It's all reduced to shipping). Suddenly, you notice people treating the aforementioned character as anything but aro or ace. It's all about shipping. "This person interacted with this other person in a way two friends would, but we gotta make this their entire personality now". Some people may instead go for "well, maybe the character is not having sex, but they're probably an absolute freak about it, studies it extensively, has encyclopedic knowledge about it-"

Now, there's of course sex-favourable aces, and that's completely valid, but it's already straying from what, canonically, the character had mentioned. Asexual or aromantic characters aren't really allowed to exist as themselves. People often see them as a blank slate to fill, to change, to fix. I could talk forever about how people react to real life aces like that. I've had people asking me incredibly invasive questions because they saw my lack of sexual attraction as something broken, something they could fix.

And I hate that! I think I'm allowed to say that I hate that! It's hard and unusual for media to cement an aro/ace character, because they're defined by the lack of interest for something, which is often hard to show. But when it does- No one seems to care. It's all shipping, it's all "well, he's gay in denial", "well, she's probably super repressed". If you took a canonically gay character and made them straight on a fanfic, you'd get angry people. Which is bound to happen when you erase representation that people identify with. But aro/ace characters are NOT even seen as queer, they're not even seen as "representation" by most people. You can erase that bit of it, put some god awful shipping on top, and people will applaud you. And it sucks!

I wish people would see being aro or ace as an identity worth respecting, not an identity that needs overwriting. It feels a bit too close to how people often treat aro/aces irl, and it sucks. It reeks of this sort of exclusionism, where "aro/aces are technically queer but it's queer lite at best, it's less interesting than being gay, and we kinda don't want them near us anyhow". Again, I've had far worse experiences about being ace than I have about not being straight.

Sorry if the post got long, but I hope this experience may at least resonate with other people who have been struggling with this, too. It has always felt just kind of lonely to be ace, and see how little people do even consider it an identity, even when it comes down to something like fandom.

#lgbt #lgbtq #asexual #asexuality #aromantism #aro #ace #aroace #aromanticism #queer #long post

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 2 years ago

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Lost Love

(Small story I thought about doing until I write another request that I got, also be looking out I’m working on 4 request at a time then the rest at once💕)

Cha Hyun su x fem reader

Genre: Just a bit emotional

It’s been a year since you last saw Hyun su after trying his self into the military to keep the remaining survivors of Green Home safe , so we all would be able to saved and took to a shelter/camp that was meant for any survivors

Since then you lived with the regret of not telling him about the baby , both you and Hyun su moved in together in your first apartment at Green home , since you were a bit more social you made a few friends inside the building , but most of you time was spent with Hyun su

When the apocalypse started. Hyun su started to have serious noise bleeds , times where he would black out or there were even moments you felt like he want your Hyun su

After gathering with the remaining survivors you soon learned that Hyun su was a special case of the monsters that now roamed the city

After a while you found out you were pregnant, deciding it wasn’t the right time as you kept the pregnancy to yourself .. not knowing Hyun su would turn his self in the same night

Now here you were a year later with two beautiful children, a boy and a little girl , even though it’s been just a year they were already at the age of 12

Before giving birth to Cha Hee (son) and Cha Hui (girl) , you escaped from the shelter finding a small abandoned camper , the only joy out it was that it was two small rooms that had a full sized bed in both , a small kitchen and dining area that was in the middle and the driver seat that was locked right when you entered the camper

Your pregnancy was pretty easy we’re surprised you along the way , except that you felt your self changing as you started to hear a voice in your head , you belly barely as it looked like you were just bloated from a good meal or something, but you knew you were pregnant, the hardest part of the whole pregnancy was the birth , since you didn’t have any support, you ended up giving birth to the twins inside the camper in your small room , bring down on a spare dry towel you had to hold in your scrams as you gave birth to both Cha Hee and Ch Hui

After giving birth to the twins you noticed how much you’ve changed, your eyes had I slight hit of green with time making your neon eyes now look unnatural, you half grew a bit longer as you soon realized that you gave in to your desires , now becoming a monster but some how keeping it in control.. maybe it was because you had not one but two people to protect

After a few months after having Cha Hee and Cha Hui you soon realized that they weren’t exactly human either , as Cha Hee was born with bright blue eyes , Cha Hui was born with Green eyes

There was a few differences between the two as Cha Hee, he was a quite child , who could make a person go crazy after a certain amount of days soon resulting in their suicide or the death of everyone around them including them selves if you were lucky enough to stay on his good side he would use his touch to show your most happiest memories

Cha Hui was a bit different she was a cold child , always quietly analyzing others , but even though she seemed cold she was super nice once you got to know her , her touch could either set your ablaze as you scream in pain and agony or you could fall into a deep sleep that no one could wake you out of as you live out your deepest fears over and over again, but like her brother if your were no harm to her mother or Cha Hee she could show you your happiest memories ,you didn’t discover this until it happened in front of your eyes

After that you had Cha Hee and Cha Hui to keep on a special pair of gloves that were handmade by you, it made you feel a bit more safe if no one would discover there powers then any one would assume their normal kids , the only thing that would make any one realize their twins it their dark black hair that resembles Cha Hyun Su’s

As you laid in your bed as you start to realize that it’s been quite for a while now , thinking that the the twins were in bed as you stand to your feet , slowly walking out of your room and you peek into their room that was located on the right of yours

Seeing that the room was empty as you start to become slightly worried , heading for the kitchen finning area to see that they weren’t there either

‘Where are they’ the voice in stead your head says as you frantically search the camper a second time just to make sure , but when you saw they weren’t there you quickly open the doors to the camper heading down the three small steps as you head out the door looking left and right frantically as you run straight heading down the road as you call out both Cha Hee and Cha Hui’s names

Not getting a response from neither of your babies as you start to panic thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to them

What if they ran into humans? Or worse the military? , as your mind starts to cloud with questions that only made you panic more , you soon came to a hault as you heard a few giggles , looking around the area as you notice a small grader dome

Taking a small breathe in and out as you head inside the small dome , eyeing scanning around the flowers that bloomed with life , causing you to feel a bit calm but still worrying for you babies

After a while of walking down the small trail you come to a stop , as you feel your body tense up , confusion shown in your eyes

There was Cha Hee and Cha Hui.. but they weren’t alone , there stood Hyun su with a girl that seemed to be around the age of 14 as she talked to Cha Hui who had a small smile on her face , it took a while before Cha Hyun su noticed your presence , eyes locking with your as Ah-yo turned to see why Hyun su was so quite , eyes slowly following his as they land on you soon catching the attention of the twins

“MOMMY” Cha Hee screams out with joy as he runs toward you wrapping his arms around your waist with a smile

“Mom , look we made a new friend” Cha Hee says as pulls away from the hug grabbing a hold of your hand as he pulls you towards Hyun su , Ah-yi and Cha Hui as Cha Hui soon stand beside you wrapping her arms around you as she looks at Ah-hi and Hyun su

“This is Ah-yi and Hyun su” Cha Hee says as he points to both Ah-yi and Hyun su

“And this is our mom , Reader” Cha Hui says as she tightens her hold eyes still watching Ah-yi and Hyun su who eyes now look at you with pure shock

“M-Mom…” Hyun su says as his head hangs low , Ah- yi noticing the hurt in his voice , after a few seconds his head slowly rises eyes now shining blue as he gives you a cold stare

“ After everything we done for you.. to keep you safe , and you have some assholes child , correction children” Hyun su says eyes staring daggers in to yours as you feel a shiver flow down your spine

“I-It’s not like that” You reply as you look down down your feet not able to look him in the eye

“Wait..you know her” Ah-yo says as she looks between you and Hyun su in confusion

“I do actually in fact she’s our dear girlfriend, well was it seems” Hyun su says eyes now looking both at you , Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“I didn’t cheat okay.. I just..” you say looking back in to Hyun Su’s eyes tears now threading to fall

“I don’t know how to tell you and it was to late.. you let us alone” you managed to choke out as tears start to flow, Shock showing on Hyun Su’s face as he looks between Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“T-Their .. mine” Hyun su says eyes slowing turning to normal as he slowly falls to his knees , tears falsify flowing down his face as he looks at you with a sorry expression

“I-I didn’t mean to .. I-I just wanted to keep you safe..I..” before he could finish his sentence Cha Hee warped his in a warm hug as Cha Hui looks him in his teary eyes

“So .. your our father” Cha Hui says as her green eyes watches Hyu su closely as he slowly nods his head in agreement, slowly walking towards Hyun su as she slowly wraps her arms around him pulling him and Cha Hee in a hug

“I had a weird feeling .. it explains why we were okay with you keeping us company” Cha Hee says with apart smile

After a while of hugging , Hyun su informs you on Ah-yi and how he has been taking care of her since she was pretty much born , listening as Hyun su talks about Ah-yi like a proud father , which he was, he starts to feel guilty about missing his own kids growing up deciding to keep not only Ah-yo but you and both Cha Hee and Cha Hui close and safe

#black reader #fem reader #female reader #sweet home #sweet home 2 #sweet home imagines #x reader #cha hyun soo #cha hyunsu #cha hyun su x reader #sweethomefanfic #sweet home x reader #sweet home fanfic #kdrama x reader

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thatnonameuser · 8 months ago

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The Red King holds a Bleeding Head

A Wonderland of Yanderes - Masterlist Chapter 1. Heartslaybul Part 5.

"But about your mom, could you tell me about her? She sounds like a really nice lady." Is what you asked.

Because you couldn't help but be a little curious. This is so alien to you that the idea of Deuce loving his mother in a completely wholesome way sounds so outlandish in a world of obsessive love is so hard to comprehend that you can't help but be interested.

Deuce's eyes light up like fireworks at your question. Sure, you might be endearing yourself to him more like this, but still, your pickings on information in this world are kind of slim, so you'll take whatever you can get.

Especially considering the bad ending of this misadventure ends with you sending the rest of your life as someone’s possession.

"Y-You want to hear about her?" Deuce's eyes light up at you, wanting to talk about his mother.

"If you want to." You repeat with the same enthusiasm.

"W-well, she's amazing. She works really hard and...." Deuce's speaks enthusiastically about his mom and all the fond childhood memories he has of her. All the way back to Sam's shop to get another carton of eggs, and all the way back to Main Street. It's shockingly normal, the stories he tells about her, and it has to be one of the sweetest of things you've witnessed thus far.

Until you remember the fact that means Deuce had a relatively normal mother-son relationship, meaning his yandere behavior was caused by something else or, even worse, is intertwined in his very being.

Back on your world, usually, people who became obsessed with someone to the point of doing horrible acts to keep someone to themselves had some sort of trauma or past relationship that pushed them into doing such horrible things.

But so far, everyone that you met was moderately normal. They acted in a way that was completely normal or had some quirks that were somewhat normal in your world. Like Cater's social media addiction, for example.

If they are normal, does that mean that they, no, does that mean that everyone here was just born this way? And they just accepted this behavior was normal? There has to be something more to it, right?

You're struck with a thought as Deuce is talking. He hasn't told you about his dad yet. That's not to say that it's wrong that he doesn't have a dad. It's just for a world that romanisticises a love life and marriage that never ends even when one side of it really, really wants to, it's odd that Deuce's mom is a single mother. Did her darling pass away or something?

Well, it's a question you'd like answered. Because maybe it will answer your other question. The death of a parent is deeply traumatic for a child and can maybe a way to explain the growing madness of the world you're in. So, there is no time like the present to ask.

"Uh, hey, Deuce," you say, and he’s quiet, ready to hear whatever you have to say. You swallow roughly, you hope that this won't go wrong,"... I know that this might be a difficult topic, but....how do you feel about your dad?"

The small smile on Deuce's face sours immediately. You can see anger in his eyes, as if the very reminder of his father's existence is capable of working him up into a fury. Ok, so that was a sore subject.

You quickly backtrack, "I'm sorry if that was a sore subject-"

He shakes his head, but the silent rage that you'd seen before is back as he explains, "I never met him, and he should be grateful I never did."

Shit, were you right in thinking that Deuce's dad was a darling. Had he run away, and Deuce hated him for breaking his mother's heart!?

"You must hate him a lot, huh?" You say uneasily. Given Deuce's delinquent days, he probably would have no qualms killing his father if he got the chance.

"More than anything. After how much he hurt my mom..." he trails off, voice deep with anger.

"How does that work? I thought darlings were the powerless ones, how did he hurt your mom?" Now Deuce is the confused one, he gives you a funny look.

"Prefect, I think you're confused."

"What? But I thought-"

"_____, my mom's a darling...."

Wait, that's possible!? "B-but I thought -" You had thought that darlings basically had no say in how their lives went once in captivity. So wait, if Deuce's mom is a darling, then his dad is...."Oh. Oh! So you hate your dad because of what he did to your mom?"

When Deuce nods, you can feel a rush of relief. So a life in captivity isn't the end all of all darlings and it is possible, and more importantly legal, to escape yanderes. Thank the Seven for that one, and apologies to Deuce's mom for the misunderstanding.

Now, all you have to do is figure the escaping part out before you're saddled with a child. If things get that bad, at least.

"So, wait, how does that work? I thought darlings had to stay with their yanderes?"

Deuce shakes his head, "We're from the Queendom of Roses, and they're pretty strict about that stuff so.....wait, is it not the same in your world?"

"What? No, why?" You say almost automatically. Your world has to be the farthest thing from this one.

"It's just -" He trails off before changing his words,"I've been wondering if your world is anything like ours... But do you not have darling laws in your world?"

"Well...." How can you put this in a way that can't be misunderstood? Your world doesn't believe in whatever psychotic idea this world bases their love lives on. So how can you say it that won't make you sound like a darling.

Maybe you could be honest. Or at least, sort of.

"Well, to be honest, my world doesn't really like the whole darling thing. They think it's abusive."

Deuce looks completely flabbergasted, as if you told him something incredulous. "But that’s not true!"

"But they think it is, besides in a way I kind of get it."

Now he looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"Deuce, would you do anything that your dad did to your mom to your future darling?"

"No." He says, completely serious. "I never would."

Well, it's time to crush that idea. "But what if you did it on accident? Maybe you might think that you're protecting them or loving them, but you’re actually hurting them unintentionally.....Do you really want to risk that?"

His serious look on his face falters, and you don't let up. "B-Back in my world, all the stuff you learn about Darlings is illegal. So we're not allowed to do anything to get them no matter how much we want to. It's because everyone thought our treatment of them was too harsh, so they made it illegal."

"But that's not fair," He argues, "what about-"

You aren't going to let him talk about how bad it is for the kidnappers and abusers, maybe a change in perspective will help your argument. "It's not really fair, but I get it. I wouldn't want to be stolen from my family and be forced to love someone else. Would you?"

The look he gives you is conflicted. He's, at the very least, considering what you said.

Is there a chance?

The slightest chance that he can be persuaded out of his yandere ways? Does he care about his future darling want to even risk making her unhappy?

"Prefect?"

"Yes, Deuce?"

"If I-" His eyes avoid yours as he rephrases, "If you were my darling, would you hate me for doing that to you? Taking you away from your friends and family?"

That was- that was one hell of a hypothetical.

Did he know about your status, or is he just using you as an example? Either way...."Would you hate me if I did that to you and your mom?" You dodge the question. You were always going to dodge that question. You were no darling, no matter how much this world says otherwise.

"But pre- _____," Deuce pushes you for a response, as if he needs one to live the rest of his life, "Would you hate me?"

"I would." You say point-blank. And it's the truth. He turns away from you, not wanting to meet your eyes. Still, you're prepared to rub salt into that wound. You give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. If he feels guilty, then good. Feel guilty. If he was considering it. Then now he probably won't. And he turns back to you "But you wouldn't do that to me, would you? After all, you're my friend Deuce."

He doesn't reply. Out of guilt, or contemplation. You don't care. And if it fixes him, then you need to be mean about it.

"C'mon, Ace is probably wondering where we are." He nods, still silent.

Maybe there's a chance that you can fix them, just maybe.....

....you weren't cut out to be a baker.

After another grueling hour of making and topping that gargantuan tart, your arms hurt so badly that they felt like falling off. A whole day of exercise is going to make you real sore tomorrow.

How Trey did this for his dorm without pay, you don't understand. Because you didn't even want to do this and you don't even get to eat this delicious looking tart. Thanks again, Ace...

"Finished!" The victory cheer that Ace and Grim let out is the polar opposite of Deuce's.

"Fin..ished." You can't tell if this depressed cheer is because of all the hard work you've had to do, or because of that conversation you had on the way here.

"Did something happen to him while you were shopping?"

"He's still in shock." Oh, probably because he had his whole world being being flipped. But since he clearly loves his mother, you were a little surprised that he was this upset from it. The truth hurts, but it's probably for the best that you let that stab wound scab with a extra helping of salt. "Better let him work through this one himself."

"For sixteen years, I was so sure...." And for sixteen years, you were lied to. If that's what he was talking about.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm pretty beat. Making tarts sure takes it outta you."

"Yes, and now we can just give this to Riddle, and this headache is over." And it'll probably won't, cause life is such a dick.

"Hey fam!" And you were right. Another headache comes into the kitchen. Yay! "You look wrecked. Are the tarts done?"

"Ooh, those look sooo cute. Lemme snap a quick pic for Magicam!"

"Wa-" You don't even have a chance to move out of the frame before the bright flash goes off. Again.

"What, NOW you decide to show up?"

"I just came to see how hard my little newbs were working." Or to reap the rewards of all your hard work. But out of everything this could be much worse.

"It's tough work if you're not used to it. But there's no better cure for the ails of fatigue than something sweet from the oven!"

"Ooh finally!" You cheer, clapping your hands. Out of everything you went through in one day, something good will finally come all this BS.

"Pretty funny how you managed to show right when it was ready to eat, Cater." Free food means you don't are about Cater's shenanigans. Unless he takes too much then you're going to be mad.

"Mmm...That smells so good!" For what feels like the first time today you actually agree with Grim.

You take your first bite, and you feel like you've been set on cloud nine. It's delicious. Light, creamy, sugary and nutty. If this world's priorities weren't ass backwards you would consider staying just to try all the desserts it had to offer. You can't help the little jumps you make as you take your second bite.

"Rich in flavour, yet not too sweet...It's like chestnuts are dancing across my tongue!"

"Is that...a good thing?"

"Of course, it is! What I've give to eat these forever!" You say, dreamily. No wonder Riddle threw Ace out. You would've if they ate one of your tarts and they tasted like this.

"Oh, Trey! You gotta do the thing." Wait, what was Cater talking about?

"What thing?" You ask mid-chew.

"Oh...that thing." Ok, now you're spooked. What thing?

"Uh, Wanna fill me in here?"

"What's everyone's favorite food?" Kay. Weird thing to say after a mystery thing enters the chat. Wait now Cater's got you doing it, damn it.

Ace, Deuce and Grim all list off their favorite foods, "What about you, _____?" You respond in turn, with your favorite food, still what does that have to do with-

" All right, you've got it.....Let's 'Paint the Roses'!" A spark of magic goes off, but otherwise does nothing.

Regardless, you hit with another wave of deja vu. A set of clubs, and specifically, the three of clubs had been painting the roses red in your dream. So why was your dream connecting with real life?

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Take another bite of your tart and see." You, hesitantly, take a small bite of your tart. But you don't taste the chestnuts, or the cream, or the even the sugar.

You taste home. You taste the birthdays you had with this on the menu. The sad nights where this was the only thing that could cheer you up. That one restaurant that made it perfectly and the nights you tried and failed to recreate it in your kitchen. It's so perfect it brings tears to your eyes.

The taste reminds you of home. A home you can't go back to. That has your friends and family waiting for you. Oh seven, are they looking for you? Are they worried? Are they panicking because you're gone? Even if they saw you leave, who the hell would believe a magic carriage poofed a kid out of the known universe?!

"_____? You're crying..." You instinctively reach up and wipe it away, you really were crying.

"S-Sorry, it really is my favorite food and....and it tastes like home." You say with a sad smile. "H-How did you do that?"

"It's my signature spell. Technically, it's 'overwriting characteristics'. I can change taste, color, smell and whatever. It only lasts for a little while." Well that's both cool and dangerous. Cool, because you can change so many things for a short time. And dangerous, because that whatever is carrying a ton. Does that mean he can change the characteristics of a person? Or a completely erase something from reality for a while? Curiouser and curiouser. "But it is kinda like covering up the real thing hence, 'painting'."

"If I had magic like that, I could be eatin' canned tuna every meal of every day!"

"You would do that, wouldn't you, Grim?"

"That's way better than Riddle's stupid collar magic."

"You love tempting fate, don't you Grim. The last thing we need right now is him popping outta nowhere again." You scratch your fingers through his fur, with a chuckle.

Trey doesn't seem to agree with Grim's compliment, "Oh, Riddle's magic's in a whole other league. His signature spell is a weapon. Mine's just a childish prestidigitation."

Is he insecure about it, or something? His magic is pretty cool, and the only reason you're really afraid of it is because of the fact that changing characteristics is pretty broad.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. Yours is cool in your own way. His is just a little.....dictator-y."

Trey smiles at you, "Thanks, _____." Well, isn't that great. Now all we have to do is-

"Speaking of Riddle-it's too late to give him these now. Let's call it a day and do it tomorrow." Spoke too soon. Great, just great. You think the compliment would have buttered him up a little. Well, at least you just have to barricade your door.

"Don't forget that tomorrow's the unbirthday party. You don't want to be late."

Yeah you're have to go. Mr. Stickler-for-the-Rules Rosehearts wants you to attend so that he can keep an eye on you. Also you should probably go to make sure Ace doesn't fuck it up and get permanently kicked out.

Still, you aren’t looking forward to seeing that red tyrant in all his glory. But when the price to pay is having Ace living in your dorm until you graduate, you have to do it regardless.

"Yu, can I crash with you again? It doesn’t look like I'll be allowed in my own dorm tonight."

"It's not really like I can say no..." You murmur, which is true because you're afraid if angering him, but Deuce and Grim actually come to your aid.

"It isn't right to keep mooching off of ______, Ace."

"Yeah, it ain't! If you wanna stay tonight, you gotta pay for the privilege! Ten cans of tuna!"

"What? Guess I'm sleeping outside, then." That's all it took? Really?

"Why don't you go and stay at Yu's dorm," Well, that was a given. Thanks Trey, you didn't expect him to open his big fat mouth, especially after all the kindness he spared you and you in turn, thought you at least buttered him up," -too, Deuce, so you can keep an eye on him?" What.

Great, now you have two people. Two unwanted guests in your dorm, fan-fucking-tastic. That's two people wondering your dorms halls, and sneaking around.

"What fun for you. Ooh, maybe I'll come too!" Aw fuck no. Two was already overcrowding, three was way too many. "What do you say, Yu?" How about, fuck no Cater. You already going have two loose cannons roaming in your dorm, you don't need third.

Trey says what you can't for you much too your relief. "No pass for you." Thank you Trey, even if he did unintentionally, or intentionally since you don't know his motivations, hang you out to dry, that kept on liability to your freedom off your back. "Sorry to dump them all on you, _____. At least it's just for tonight."

"It's no problem." It's very much a problem, but you can't do anything about it. "See you tomorrow."

Till tomorrow, just a little longer it seems.

Just a little longer.

You were exhausted as soon as you went back to Ramshackle.

Having two yanderes in your house was two way too many, but with the day's exhaustion staring you directly in to the face. Half a night of sleep mixed with too much exercise, too much work, too much spent adrenaline, and too many emotions running high is a exhausting combination. And when it finally set in, you could barely keep you eyes open long enough to walk back to Ramshackle. So you were scooped up by Deuce, after a three minute argument between Ace and Deuce, and carried the rest of the way.

The way back to Ramshackle is uneventful, save for Grim's 'demands' for what he wanted for dinner now that the extra tart from earlier was well buried in his belly.

After feeding Grim like the cat he wasn't, you barely had the energy and strength to keep your eyes home as you made dinner. Thank the seven that instant noodles exist here. You didn't really want to cook for your two unexpected guests, but you just want to go to bed. The sooner, the better.

You also tuned out whatever conversation Ace and Deuce were having as you all ate in the lounge, way too tired to actively listen to it. If they asked you anything, you couldn't really remember what they said, you'll worry about that tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, Ace and Deuce hopefully wouldn't bother you tonight, everyone's tired because of today so all you can hope for is that you had a peaceful night tonight.

But that didn't happen, because it's happened again.

Or it's better to say that that strange dream is happening again.

You remember drifting off in the warmth of your scratchy sheets, exhausted from the days events. Only to wake up just like you did last night. With that floaty feeling, making you feel like you were flying in the air and swimming in mud at the same time.

Unnerved, you throw off the covers to escape that uncomfortable feeling. But when you reach out to feel the blankets, you don't feel the scratchy fabric against your palm. Or the lumps of the old springs in the mattress or the warmth of Grim's sleeping body.

You place a hand of his fur but reel back in confusion when you don’t feel the softness of fur or the warmth of the flames on his ears.

"This is....it's a dream, right?" You ask to no one in particular. You get only silence in reply.

But like last time, the mirror glows its pale white light. It calls to you, it beckons you.

So are your dreams trying to show you something, like last time. It had told you about the painting the roses, and you did meet the three of clovers today. So maybe it's trying to warn you of something, something destined to happen tomorrow.

Well, the only way you'll be able to find out is if you try the mirror.

"Do you want me to go through?" You ask, and surprisingly, the mirror ripples in response.

Hesitant, you place your palm on the front of the mirror and, much more gently this time, it pulls you through.

Like last time, you're blinded by a too bright white light, and then you're on soft grass.

The world looks like a more animated version of Heartslabyul now, and you're stuck in what has to be the center of the rose maze.

You turn around, and the mirror that transported you is half buried among the surrounding hedges, showing your bedroom on the other side, just like last time.

But unlike last time, there's no one here.

The greyscale hedge maze is full of half and fully red roses, but there is no one here. Strange.

There are no card soldiers, no Alice and no Queen of Hearts, just en empty wonderland-

You freeze as you feel something hit your foot. You look down and-

He's tiny. That's not even an insult. The little guy is so tiny that you could have stepped on him if you weren't paying attention. He's dressed in a red cloak and has a proportionally tiny crown. And he's desperate pulling on your pants leg to drag you back to otherside of your mirror.

"You're the King of Hearts..." You realise, and the tiny king lets go of you, eyes widening at your recognition.

And then he goes back to yanking you back with all his force. Which isn't much, and he falls over twice in his attempts.

"Hey, wait a second. Why are you pulling me back." Is he trying to make you leave, but the mirror wanted to you come back here for something so could you even leave?

The Red King mimes something rapidly in panic, but he doesn’t say a word. Is he mute?

"Calm down." You object, reaching out to do.....whatever was needed to soothe him. Sure, he's small enough to pick up in your hand, but it's obvious that he's concerned about you. Maybe this has to-

You're cut off mid thought as soon as you wrap your hand around him, another light burst out even more blinding than the first, and you feel the tiny body and fabric in your grasp grow so rapidly, it's almost likely it was magic.

Which is because this is a dream.

You wipe the blinding light lingering in your eyes away with a groan, just as a pair of hands, this time normal sized, grab you by your wrists and pull you in the direction of the mirror.

<You need to leave!> The person sounds so desperate as he pulls you, <If she finds you, she's going to cut off your head! I'm just trying to help you!> You lurch forward as you struggle to blink away the remnants of the flash in your eyes.

You're thrown forward against something. It's hard, cold, and smooth to the touch. You try to pull away from the hard surface, but as soon as you rear back two hands on your back, push you forward. And then your vision finally clears.

<B-But I just saw you- I-It was fine a minute ago.>

What you landed upon is the mirror leading back to your room. From here, you can see Grim dozing away in your bed. The mirror had hardened as if stopping you from leaving till you've accomplished what it sent you to do.

But from this angle, a glare of stray light also hits the cold glass. Because in that's reflection, you can see a face that's all to familiar and at the same time not at all.

The person pushing you is dressed in a royal grabe, colored red, black, and gold, and it's covered with heart motifs. From his shirt to the crimson red jacket on his shoulders, from his buttons to the choker on his neck, tiny red hearts cover his clothing. He's still wearing a red cloak, but now it hangs as a cape rather than serving as his whole outfit. He's a little on the shorter side, about Riddle’s height but slightly taller.

And he looks panicked. No, panicked is an understatement. He looks like he's going to have anxiety attack followed by a mental breakdown.

He's stepped back to think ,or rather grasp helplessly at his ginger hair in abject horror. He's close the actually pulling it out, too. Surprisingly, the crown on his head has managed to stay put despite his frenzied pulling.

He's spiraling into a dark abyss of frenzied muttering. <What am I going to do!? She's going to cut off her head, and then the guards' heads and then my head, and everyone's heads!> Is that what you sound like when you're spiraling? Because he looks and sounds like he's on his last nerve and that nerve is fraying very fast.

Wait.

"Hey.....hey!" You manage to intervene somewhere between his ramblings of heads, and he shuts up as soon as you raise your voice.

<Y-Y-Yes?> He looks at you in fear, as if expecting you to be angry. If your theory is right, then, you can't help but feel sorry for him.

"You are the King of Hearts, darling of the Queen of Hearts?"

You hate the way your stomach sinks when he nods.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere #yandere twst x reader #yandereverse au

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hidden-poet · 9 months ago

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Poison: part 1

Summary: Coriolanus always hated Sejanus Plinth. He had everything that Coriolanus should of had; money, influence, and you.

Warnings: Coryo being de-lu-lu, unrequited love, Reader insert, dark!Coriolanus snow, dead dove to not eat

Word count:

AN: This is only half (maybe a quarter) The other part is coming soon. I just figured I better feed you before you start unfollowing. Life has been fucking bananas recently.

unedited so tell me if i abandoned a sentence half-way through.

Part 1

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

Coriolanus has always hated Sejanus Plinth. Even from a young age.

Sejanus took Coriolanus' lack of harassment as a sign of friendship, and not a sign of total indifference. It bothered Coriolanus greatly, until the day it had a use.

It ironically never made Coriolanus hate him more, the day his illusionary friendship gave him access to you.

You were always in the same class at the Academy. Coriolanus had tried to be friends with you, but you seemed indifferent to him. You never wanted to study together, or eat together. You always had other plans for the weekend.

Coriolanus had thought that you were hesitant to date before finishing school. It wasn’t just him that you ignored but nearly the whole cohort. The plan was fine by him. He had to focus on the Plinth prize, having you now could cause him to lose focus.

But then you started dating Sejanus. He could have died the day you walked into school hanging off Sejanus’s arm. He always knew you had ideas. You were outspoken in class. But, Sejanus was delusional, you were just kind. Now he was poisoning you with radical ideas that left you an outcast.

Coriolanus always defended you in social settings when your name was brought up in a negative light. All money, no brains, people would often say. It wasn’t true. Your heart was too big, and your brain, perhaps, a little small.

He tried to shield you from being the topic of conversation amongst his friends. But you seemed to always want to be center stage.

You were loyal, it was one of the things he loved most about you. But when you stood by Sejanus when he spouted his idiotic beliefs, Coriolanus wanted to shake your shoulders until you saw sense.

The more you damage your reputation now, the harder Coriolanus will have to work to get it back when you’re with him. And make no mistake, one day you would be with him.

Until then, he wished you would sit down and shut up. But you followed Sejanus around like a lost pup. Doing the same idiotic things, and speaking the same idiotic language.

He would expect the same loyalty at a future date. But for now being a distant friend worked best for his goals. Reaping day was fast approaching, he never would have secured his top 24 place if all his attention had been on you.

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It was reaping day. By the end of the day, he was sure to have the prize and the girl. He had worked so incredibly hard for the grades. Never missed school, even when he was sick. Stayed late at the library, woke up early to revise.

This was the moment his life changed.

He would prove his worth to you. The plinth prize would be a nice opening to a conversation, you would offer your congratulations. You had to, it would be rude not to. Then he would take you out to dinner to celebrate and you would realise he’s the man you’ve been looking for.

You were not one of the 24 top students. Coriolanus was glad. He wasn’t sure that he could challenge you.

You arrive on the arm of Sejanus. Coriolanus watches as you greet his parents. They loved you, or perhaps the social status you bring. Either way, his mother gives you a big kiss, and his father engulfs you in his wide arms,

“Would you look at that? Who would have thought she would go for Plinth” Fetus comments.

“Who else? The bleeding hearts of the Capitol. Who else would take them?”, Arachne jeered.

It wound Coriolanus further up. It was already a stressful day, Arachne need not add to it.

He, he would take you, he thought.

But he couldn’t say that. Not yet. Not with your name still attached in the mud with Sejanus.

Instead, Coriolanus jumped to your defense, “y/n is nothing like him”.

“Whatever you say. All i know is if I have to hear how immoral the games are again i’ll-”

Festus quiets as you and Sejanus draw near. It looked like Sejanus was half dragging you along, leading you by your arm that was hooked with his.

“Serjanus, you made it to the Reaping for once”, he redirected.

“And you made it to graduation. We are all surprised”.

You giggle at Sejanus’s jap, and Coriolanus couldn’t help but smile along with you.

“And Y/N, you’re here too. What an honor”, Festus tries to claw his way out of embarrassment at your expense.

Coriolanus did not like that way Festus was talking to you. If he was your man, he wouldn’t allow it.

“What lovely earrings”, Arachne comments with an underlying disinterest shown by her eye fluttering around the room, and her drink making its way to her mouth, mid-sentence.

“Thank you”, you returned, but your voice was tight, and unfriendly, “They were a gift from Serjanus”.

“Aren’t we lucky”, she mocks.

Coriolanus never had an issue with Arachne before but now he hated her with a passion. You weren’t lucky, you deserved every nice thing in the world. Sejanus just so happens to be the one giving you them, while Coriolanus is stuck in poverty. But that all changes when they make the announcement today.

“And Coriolanus”, she continues in the same obnoxious tone, “That’s a snazzy shirt. What are those buttons? Tesserae?”.

He feels his face heat up from embarrassment. Arachne Crane was now his single worst enemy.

His face and posture remain unaffected, as he looks down surprised, and twists the button up to his face.

“Hmm, that’s why they remind me of the maids bathroom”. It would be no good to deny it. Better to play it off. Remind people of the Snow’s standing.

He freezes when you reach out for a button and inspect it.

“I like it. It’s pretty”, you kindly offer.

He protected your name behind backs, and you defended his in public. It was written in the stars, you belonged to him, and him to you.

He couldn’t get his thank you out before the music rang.

It signals the start of the ceremony. Coriolanus reaches out to touch your shoulder as you turn, his eyes staring at the glistening rubies in your ears. One day he would buy you better, more expensive rubies.

Everyone turns to take their seats. You follow Sejanus to his, and Coriolanus follows closely behind you. If you stopped even for a second you would collide straight into him.

Sejanus puts his bag down, before turning to you.

“Good luck”, you whisper to him, reaching up on your toes to place a small kiss on his lips.

“Thank you” Coriolanus whispers under his breath, pretending it was for him.

Serjanus says nothing to you. Just looks at you with his usual sad eyes. It felt like a knife in Coriolanus' side when he bent down to place another kiss on your expecting lips.

You go back to your seat, and the men take theirs.

“Look Coriolanus, I know you have high hopes for this, but there is no prize today. Not anymore”, Sejanus fakes sympathy in his voice, “I am sorry”.

“What” Coriolanus croaks.

God, this couldn’t be happening. Not after everything he had done. Was it all for nothing? All his sacrifice to amount to more shame? How could he tell Tigres? Grandma’am would throw herself from the penthouse.

Coriolanus himself wanted to die when Dean Highbottom announced his tribute. That girl was never going to win. It was sabotage. Highbottom made his final play.

When the ceremony ended, Coriolanus felt frozen in his spot. Serjanus felt the same. While everyone else went off to join the feast, they both stood frozen in front of their chairs.

From the corner of his eye he could see you push your way through the crowd of people over to where the men stood. As soon as you were in reach your arms flung out to Sejanus.

“Baby, I am so sorry”, you console, “everything is going to be okay”.

Everything was not going to be okay. How was he going to turn that girl into a victor? She was mentally unstable, underfed. No brains, or strength that he could work with.

He wanted nothing more than to feel your arms around him, but they were wrapped around Serjanus.

“He was my classmate, y/n”, Sejanus broke.

You shake your head, joining him in his sorrow.

“My father brought him for me. I know it”, Sejanus barks.

Coriolanus watches as your lips press to his arm. His heart twist. That should be his arm. The plinth prize should have been his money.

He storms off, unable to watch you as you console the wrong man.

He forces nice as he makes his way through the crowd to the back entrance. All he needed was fresh air, and sit in his emotions. Then he could form a plan to make that girl a winner.

When he got there, he found his head was empty of everything but panic. Tigres was counting on him bringing the Plinth money home. Where would they live? Could they delay the taxes until Coriolanus won the Hunger games? How could they ask for an extension without giving away the Snow’s misfortune.

His head hit the brick pillar when he heard high heels echoing down the quiet corridor. Quickly standing tall again, he leans forward and is met with pleasant surprise when he saw you coming towards him.

“Y/n, are you okay?”, Coriolanus asked. It was the first time in a long time that he hadn’t seen Sejanus by your side.

“I came to ask you that”, you return. You worrying about him made his heart flutter.

“I’ve been better”, he admits, “That girl won’t win”.

“None of them ever win”, you protest,

“Here, before it’s all gone”, you offer him a plate of food which he accepts gratefully.

He regrets skipping breakfast this morning even if it was boiled potato.

“Where is Serjanus?”, he asks. He was beginning to think Sejanus had super glued you together.

“He’s gone. He couldn’t bear looking at his father”. You are quiet while Coriolanus eats. You stare at the wall in front of you in contemplation.

“He’s not going to be able to train that boy. He couldn’t even talk about it”, you looked upset.

Your eyes watered, but your voice was angry.

Serjanus got pick of the litter. If he couldn’t make that boy a winner, than he didn’t deserve to win.

“Spectacles? They want children dying to be some sort of game?”, you continue.

Coriolanus closes his eyes. After the day he has had the last thing he wants is to hear your misguided viewpoint on the games.

“Whinging about it won’t change the fact”, he sighed.

Any other time he would have pretended to agree, but the eviction notice laying on the kitchen table hung in his mind.

“It’s unfair to you too. You would have won if they played fair. You deserved to win”, you say softly after a moment.

“Thank you”, his voice matched your soft tone in earnest appreciation of your sympathy for all he was robbed.

A louder voice broke the moment of connection.

“Y/N as lovely as always” it rang through the empty hallway.

“Dean Highbottom”, you greet.

“Would you mind terribly leaving me to talk to our star pupil?”, Highbottom offers you a kind smile for consideration.

You shake your head no, much to Coriolanus' disappointment.

“I was just leaving” you comment.

Coriolanus reaches out, taking your arm in his hold, “wait, I’ll see you home”.

Coriolanus had received a sword from Festus for his birthday, which he promptly returned for cash. He had planned to save it for the next birthday party he was invited to, but it was worth it to have a few minutes alone without Serjanus hovering near.

“Serjanus sent me a car. I’ll see you at school tomorrow”. You give his arm a tap before going back into the ceremony hall to make your way to the front entrance.

“Dean” you nod as you walk past him.

Nothing but your heels on the concrete are heard until the heavy slam of a door cuts them off.

Dean Highbottom was waiting for you to leave before talking. He started almost simultaneously with the door closing again.

“Best friends girl, hey? Here I was thinking you wouldn’t get anymore like your father’.

“My father?” Coriolanus questioned.

“Oh, Yes. He and I were once best friends too. You both like to take things that aren’t yours”.

“I haven’t taken anything”, Coriolanus said defensively.

“Hm, but you will, won’t you? When the first opportunity arises”.

It was true. He often hoped that Serjanus would make a mistake that would leave an opportunity to swoop in. Perfect Serjanus never did.

“But what’s stopping you now?” Highbottom provoked, “Worried that she has district values, but Capitol taste?”.

It stuck a cord in Coriolanus that he tried to cover. Dean Highbottom grinned knowing it too.

“Beautiful earrings she was wearing, maybe Tigres could make her a dress out of another one of your fathers old shirts?”.

Dread pooled in Coriolanus’s stomach. He tried so incredibly hard to maintain appearances. If Highbottom knew, who else? Was everyone laughing at the Snows behind his back?

“What exactly are you implying? I wanted to honor my father by wearing his shirt”.

Highbottom scoffs at the lie.

“Prideful. Another trait of your fathers”. Highbottom steps forward to Coriolanus, hands clasped together in an air of superiority.

“I know the Snow’s don’t have a pot to piss in. I know that you’ve had your poor little heart broken by Miss Y/N’s interest in Serjanus, and I know you don’t stand a chance at the Plinth prize you so covet”.

Coriolanus felt like throwing up the few bites of food he had. The Dean reveled in the young boy's misery. Coriolanus had never seen him smile outside of a morphline high.

“Good luck with that little songbird of yours” he taunted as he walked away.

Coriolanus swallowed the lump in his throat. It wasn’t over, just a minor bump in the road. The district 12 girl didn’t have to be special. Coriolanus was smart enough to make a victor out of nobody.

He would find a way to win. After all, Snow lands on top.

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The trip to the train station was a good place to start. At least Coriolanus found out that Lucy-Gray was a performer like him.

He could work with a performer. Highbottom, said himself, winning is only one consideration of the prize.

Getting thrown in with the tributes, and having his image cast out on Capitol television was not the plan, but he could twist it in his favor.

His ankle had wedged between two rocks as he fell, slowing him down as he made his way to class. If it wasn’t the only class that he sat next to you, he would have skipped it now that the plinth prize didn’t concern grades.

It was his favorite class, even if Dean Highbottom taught it. Normally, the classrooms sat students in groups of two. You, of course, always chose Serjanus. Leaving Coriolanus with Clemmie. But Highbottoms class required an open field of student contributions, meaning that Serjanus could have one side, and Coriolanus could have the other.

It was almost over by the time Coriolanus got there, but he wouldn’t give it up.

“Your little excursion was in violation of about five different Academy rules, Mr Snow. Chief amongst them, endangering a Capitol student”, Highbottom dralled from his seat.

He could see you in the stands, and began climbing them to reach you as quickly as he could with his sore ankle.

“What, who?”. The accusation almost stopped him in his tracks, but you had shifted your school bag to empty a seat for him.

“You”, answered Highbottom, “I am moving for the Gamemakers to disqualify you as a mentor immediately”.

He finally reaches you only to see you holding Serjanus’s hand under the table.

“Coriolanus, are you okay?”, he heard you whisper as he sat down next to you.

“Fine”, he acknowledged with a soft smile before returning to his argument with Highbottom.

“You said we had to get our tributes to preform, not stay away”, Coriolanus quipped.

“I’ll add insubordination as well”. Coriolanus rolled his eyes at the comment.

‘Holding her hand, Coryo?” Arachne chimed in. Coriolanus' blood turned cold. He was hoping that you wouldn’t find out. You hated Lucky Flickerman so he counted on you missing his nightly recap, but he had not counted on Arachne spewing her poison.

“You make it look like we are one and the same with those animals”.

“Coriolanus didn't show anyone anything they didn’t already know”.

The only good thing about Serjanus jumping to defend Coriolanus was that he let go of your hand to do so.

“Deep down people already know that winning a war ten years ago doesn’t justify the games”, Serjanus remarks.

“Snow fell down in the cage, but it landed on…” Dr Gauls sing-songy voice was heard at the top of the auditorium. It was a welcomed change that took the focus off Coriolanus.

“Stage”, he finished for her. He felt you take a sharp breath next to him. He wanted to reach out in comfort but Dean Highbottom had his eyes sharply trained on Coriolanus.

“You’re good at games. Maybe one day you’ll be a gamemaker like me”. Dr Gaul stood tall, and scary above the students. Still in her lab coat, and frizzy hair. One of the few people in the Capitol to not care about appearances. Or maybe, she uses her intimidating appearance to her advantage.

“If the games continue at all”, Highbottom announced.

‘Oh, they’ll continue with performances like Mr Snow’s”.

“Serjanus is right. People are waking up to the fact that the games are nothing more than a brutish display of power”. The sound of your voice speaking up against Dr Gaul made Coriolanus’s heart beat faster. He reaches out to take your knee in a tight holding. Trying to tell you to shut up.

“What a pair you two make. Tell me what are the games for?” Dr Gaul asks mockingly.

Coriolanus spoke in your place. Trying to shield you from Dr Gauls focus.

“They’re to punish the districts for their uprising. To commemorate the end of the-”

“Commemorate the-dull-dull-dull”, Dr Gaul interrupts, “why not drop bombs? Cancel food shipments? Why games?”.

“Shouldn’t we be asking ourselves whether they are right in the first place?” Serjanus jumps right back in as soon as Coriolanus had settled the waves.

“Problem with my games?”Dr Gauls eyes went back to you as you sat up straighter in your seat.

“Punishing children who had nothing to do with the war protects no one”, you seeth.

Coriolanus’s hand remains on your knee. You had made no attempt to brush him off. Maybe, you found a comfort in his touch, as he found a comfort in yours, Coriolanus thinks.

“How fortunate Y/n that you were not chosen as one of the 24. Serjanus may need your support as he completes his mentoring assignment. A crying shoulder is still a shoulder to cry on”.

You jump up from your seat, and Coriolanus follows to protect you from the line of fire.

“Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmate too” he gets out before you, “Maybe Sejanus and Y/n is onto something here. You saw those kids at the zoo, they just wanted to get to know Lucy-Gray. We should make the stakes personal. Allow the Capitol to view them as human”.

“Who would watch the games if they care about what happens to the tributes?”, Dr Gual questioned.

You sat back down with the question. Deflated by the betrayal.

“Everyone” Corilanus answers looking at you, “If they thought that the tribute they cared about stood a chance”.

His eyes flicker back to Dr Gual as he spoke to find that she was engaged with what he had to say.

“People need someone to root for and against. We need them to invest. And if we bend a few Capitol laws, we could even have them place bets’, Coriolanus continued.

“You wouldn’t even bet on your tribute”, you snapped from your chair.

You were right with the little money he did have he wouldn’t be wasting it on the long-shot of lucy-gray, but he had to show you he valued her like you wanted him too.

“Look I know Lucy-Gray may not win in the arena”, he spoke to you but you remained stoic, looking at the chair in front of you. Impressing you was long gone, his attention went back to Dr Gaul who held his future in her hands.

“But I would bet the Plinth Prize that she can win people’s attention. I just need a chance”.

Dr Gaul soaked up his suggestion. All he needed now was her approval.

“I want you, and Y/n to write up these thoughts tonight on how we can see tributes as human and use it to boost ratings. With your mind for business, and her for”, Dr Gaul sucks her teeth, trying to find a fitting word, “theatrics. You’ll make quite the team”.

You shook your head no but Coriolanus was thrilled at the opportunity to complete an assignment with you. He was sure all he needed was some time alone with you to break you free from Sejanus.

“Wait”, Clemmisa spoke up, “Coriolanus, and I do all our assignments together. Y/n and Sejanus are classpartners they should do the assignment together. And Coriolanus, and I will do ours”.

Coriolanus had always valued Clemmisa due to her intelligence and hard working attitude but now he wished for something terrible to happen to her.

“You and Coriolanus will have to do it alone. Y/N and I want nothing to do with it” Sejanus spat.

His hand reached out to cover the knee that Coriolanus had previously touched.

Dr Gaul laughed. “Far be it for me to break up the love birds”.

The bell rang ending the class. You were the first to leave. Not taking your textbooks or bag. Sejanus ran out after you, but Coriolanus knew the importance of composure.

Dr Gaul watched as Coriolanus packed up your books for you but he acts as if he doesn’t notice.

When he is forced to look up as he turns down the steps, she is still watching him with a sly smile.

He finds you in the cafeteria, speaking angrily to Sejanus who lets you vent.

Your eyes speak of your anger as he approaches to sit down.

“I got your books for you”, Coriolanus tried to start small.

“Shouldn’t you be more worried about exploiting that poor girl?”, you snap as the books are placed in front of you.

“Exploiting? You think they’ll give those kids a scrap if we don’t give them a reason to do it? We can change the game. Give them a chance, or at least give them a less painful experience before death”. Coriolanus snaps back.

Sejanus drops the fork he was holding, using his hand to instead rub the bottom of his face. You reach out to the back of his shoulders and run your fingernails across in comfort.

“He was my classmate back in two”, Sejanus explains.

“I am sorry”, Coriolanus says, although he doesn’t mean it.

Marcus was strong. Tall with a muscular build. He could be a winner. Coriolanus was stuck with the runt of the group. She was no killer. Small, under fed. She would be the undoing of the Snow family.

“My father brought him for me, you know? Just so he could show me that I could never go back to 2”.

“It’s not your fault”, you console, but Sejanus seemed annoyed at your attempt.

He laughs bitterly in your face, “Oh I know. I am so blameless I am choking on it”.

Coriolanus felt his eye twitch. If he had you, he would never even think of speaking to you that way. How could Sejanus not know that you were above him? Above everyone.

Coriolanus would only speak to you kindly. Only sounds of praise would leave his lips to you.

Sejanus was unworthy to even look in your direction, yet all you did was stare at him.

Coriolanus was about to reprimand him, but Sejanus continued to speak, stealing Coriolanus’ spotlight.

“I hate to think of him like this,” Sejanus uttered.

Coriolanus was a man of action. Sejanus spoke of his disappointment, but Coriolanus already had multiple plans to best play his hand. He takes your napkin from your tray, and food from Sejanus’s plate to show you this.

“So do something about it”, Coriolanus demands.

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When you asked to go with Coriolanus to the Zoo, he was surprised.

It was less surprising when you met him at the entrance with a large picnic basket, and Sejanus hand.

“Coryo”, Sejanus greeted in a tone that made Coriolanus skin crawl.

“Sejanus, Y/n”, Ciriolanus grits through his teeth.

“We brought food for everyone”, you say, lifting up your basket to show.

“I am sure that would be appreciated”

Coriolanus watches you as you go to the fence with a careful eye.

A male tribute comes closer to your outstretched hand and takes the sandwich offered.

He doesn’t move away choosing to tear into his food like an animal under your stare.

“Y/n, get away from the fence”, Coriolanus demands.

You roll your eyes, but do take a step back from the fence line. So Coriolanus turns his attention back to Lucy-Gray.

“That your girl?”, Lucy-Gray asks, tearing into her own food.

Coriolanus swallowed the lump in his throat. He so desperately wanted to say yes, but Sejanus was near, and PDA prone.

“It’s complicated”, he says instead.

“Yeah, it's complicated back home too. She seems nice though”.

“Look”, Coriolanus redirects in a harsh tone, “We need to think about your strategy for the games. I might be able to get the audience to send you gifts in the arena. Food, water, things to keep you going. You just have to try singing again. Win people over.”

“I don’t sing when I am told. I sing when I have something to say.”

His only hope of winning the games was slipping through his fingers. Overlapping with Sejanus calling for Marcus on the other side.

Coriolanus sighs deeply, his hand tightening around the bars.

“Besides, what's the point? I’ve seen your area there’s nowhere to hide”, she continued.

His eyes burn in his skull. He was trying to help her. She had one thing going for her, and she refused to do it. All she had to do was play puppet for Coriolanus and he would ensure her survival, for the sake of his own.

“The guards say you get money if you get more people to watch, and you say you want to help me. Which is it?”, Lucy-gray asks.

“Both”, Coriolanus answers.

There were only two criteria for the test. Getting people engaged, and keeping your tribute alive.

His eyes turned trying to find you. He was sure just one look at you and he would be grounded again. You had a calming effect on him that he loved.

When they find you, it only deepens his rage. You were back on the fence, loading Reaper with sandwiches and plums. He could reach out and harm you at any given second.

He storms over to where you were explaining what was on the sandwich, and snatches you back from the collar of your uniform jacket.

He leads you backwards to his spot in front of Lucy-gray. Only letting you go when you were safely positioned next to him. He wanted to reach out and hold your hand to keep you in place, but there were too many eyes for such a display.

His hands are shoved in his pocket to stop him from doing so.

“Well, who must this be”, Lucy-gray exclaimed with more enthusiasm than normal for a woman in her position.

You straighten your jacket, giving Coriolanus a dead glare before turning your attention to Lucy-gray.

“y/n” you reach through the bars to shake Lucy-Grays hand, and Coriolanus felt no need to interfere. He knew she would never hurt you. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get her to hurt the people planning to kill her.

“Pleasure”, Lucy-Gray returns.

‘I am so sorry they are doing this to you”, you offer, “it isn’t right. If there’s anything I can do”.

“You could give me one of those sandwiches. Jessup, and I haven’t eaten since the train”.

“Oh, of course”.

Lucy-gray calls for Jessup as you hand out the sandwiches and plums to them.

“If there’s one thing I learned back in twelve, it’s that hunger is a weapon”, Lucy-gray nods to her left, “Your friend there sure knows it”.

In unison with Coriolanus you turn to see Archure tormenting her tribute with a bottle of soda.

“She is not our friend. She is poison with perfect teeth”, Coriolanus snorts.

You laugh and he feels a swell of pride go through him.

“I’ll continue handing these out” you say, lifting the basket of food up, “I’ll see you soon Lucy-gray”.

His tribute nods back with a friendly smile.

“Stay away from the fence”, Coriolanus demands again.

“Yep” you dismiss.

“She seems nice”, Lucy-Grey comments.

Coriolanus sucks his teeth in response, “She’s perfect”.

“No one is perfect, but she’s too nice to be Capitol. That’s for sure”.

They both watch as you continue handing out more food between the fence. You took his warning and remained at a safe distance. It was no more than feeding the animals at the zoo, and you were safe so Coriolanus turned his attention back to lucy-grey.

“Well, she is perfect, and she is Capitol”. The mere thought of you being suggested to be anything otherwise almost made Coriolanus pray for Lucy-greys downfall in the arena. But he needed her to stay alive so he could carve out a comfortable future for you both.

He eyes scan for you to see you nearing Achane. Your face twists up, ready to scold her. It happens in a flash, her tribute grabs Achane by her neck scarf, and smashes the bottle into a jagged end.

His fear is caught in his throat. His mind screamed for you to move away but he couldn’t make the sound.

The bottle enters the throat of Achane and his fight response returns, while yours remains frozen.

“NO, no, no” Coriolanus panics,sure you would be the next victim.

He races over, tugging at your waist to bring you down, and throwing his body over yours. He could feel you breathing, which meant you were still alive.

The sound of gunfire, and the pressure of the bullets as they shot through the air had him hunking down on you. Pressing you between the ground and him as hard as he could.

His head presses against the side of yours, he only lifts it to see the dead tribute slumped against the fence.

Your body shook under his from the fright. He got to be your big protector while Sejanus stood frozen on the other side of the cage.

When the Peacekeepers came, Coriolanus didn’t need much persuading to vacate the premises. When they neared enough to cause the other alive tributes to back away from the fence, Corioanus stood up, and pulled you off the ground.

He made careful efforts to keep you faced away from the dead tribute, shielding your eyes with his hand, and keeping your head pressed against his shoulder as you were escorted out.

The Peacekeepers leave you outside of the gates. It was late afternoon, approaching night. The sky had very little light, and no one was around.

He sits you next to him on the curb, allowing you to cry into him. He holds you protectively still. One hand cradled your head into him, and the other weaved itself around your frame.

Despite the circumstances, he was enjoying himself. Your hands were wrapped around his waist, almost in fear that he would tear himself from you.

As if he would ever pass up an opportunity to act more than friends.

Testing the limits, he turned his head so his lips were pressed onto your forehead. He wish he had the courage to place a gentle kiss, but he was sure you would react poorly.

You were loyal to a fault to Sejanus. You would take it as a sign of disrespect to your relationship. And Coriolanus supposed that would be the way he intended it.

He heard Sejanus’s footsteps before his voice calling out for you.

You shoot your head up almost as if it was a command, but don’t move your body out of coriolanus’s hold.

“Are you alright?” Sejanus asks, crouching down in front of you. His hand reaches out to be gently placed on your arms. Coriolanus doesn't release his hold, bringing you instinctively closer.

“No thanks to you”, Coriolanus snaps, “what were you thinking letting her do this?”.

The fault lies entirely on Sejanus. He should have stopped your foolish thoughts, not encouraged them. He could have got you killed.

“Sejanus, Achane’s dead”, you sob.

Corionaus hated that you witnessed such a thing. Even during the dark days you were sheltered. Now you were mixed up with a district boy who only knew violence, and stupidity.

Yet, you flung yourself out of Coriolanus’s hold and into Sejanus’s waiting arms.

He holds you in a similar fashion to Coriolanus, while Coriolanus sits on the dirty curb watching.

“Thank you, Coryo. For getting her out of there”, Sejanus says.

Somehow Sejanus had forged his way back to hero. You clung around his neck, digging your face into his crook.

It should be Coriolanus. But he’ll go home with an empty stomach and wallet, and a broken heart. A district animal had snatched his girl from his fingertips.

Hastily, Coriolanus rises from the curb, straightening his ruined jacket, and peering down at the couple.

“Just get her home”, Coriolanus remarks.

He leaves into the fleeting sky, feeling a see-saw of emotions. On one hand he had got to hold you for what must have been at least ten minutes, and there was one less tribute for his tribute to compete with.

On the other hand, tonight you would stay with Sejanus, and the dead tribute may lead to some disastrous ramifications.

By the time he reached his ruined home, he only thought of you in Sejanus’s bed. Your parents wouldn’t let him stay in the house, no matter how rich. They hated the districts more than anyone. Your parents will be so relieved when you bring him home. When he would retire to your room, they wouldn’t bat an eye. They might even offer a ‘goodnight, son’.

As he held Tigres upon delivering the news of the zoo, he thought again back to the curbside. You didn’t pull away immediately to Sejanus. You were hesitant, almost. Some part of you must know you belong to him.

Tigres pulls back from him, halting her tears as Grandma’am called them to the table to ask what happened.

Grandma’am took the news of the death easier than Tigres, who Coriolanus was still comforting.

“This is how it begins. The war” Grandma’am gasps.

“It was Sejanus’ fault. He let them get too close to the tributes. Mine too. I had my eye on y/n, but I should have looked out for Arachne too”.

“That girl’s lucky that your little songbird didn’t peck out her eyes too! Dizzy girl, running around with that district boy” Grandma’am yelled.

Coriolanus feels as Tigres shift. He moves his arm from across the back of her chair to up to her shoulder.

“Sejanus, Grandma’am”, Tigres reminds.

“What does it matter? They are all savages, one and all. They will use you, you must use them”,

Her words resonate with Coriolanus who mentally maps out his essay to Dr Gual. When he gets to his room, he lays down on the bed and presses his hardest pillow against his side.

He writes on a piece of old wood, imaging you pressed against him as you recovered from your day.

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #dark!coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #dead dove do not eat

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thepeaklegendoffirstgen · 20 days ago

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Please please please gimme Jaegyeon short anything any scenario up to you

We all miss Jaegyeon 😭😭 come back soon, babygirl 😭💓

"Jaegyeon, it's alright," you say with a smile, tight, clipped, too forced to be convincing.

Is it alright? he wonders, a laugh bubbling out that borders on a choke.

No, it isn’t. Are you blind?

The ruined lands. The crashing economy. The blazing sirens. The cries of the people, calling, calling for him.

We have a king, they say. The King of Incheon. The one with dark hair streaked in red, the one whose clothes cost more than their monthly salary.

But what good is a king who cannot protect?

He had thought that the redhead he met in Cheonliang was just a harmless pretty boy, too high on hormones to think straight, certainly not a real threat to Seongji.

And yet, that same boy wreaked havoc in his territory, found the weakest link, the one Jaegyeon had been desperately holding onto, and tore it apart like the devil he was.

Thank God he was just in time. Just in time to reach you, before the fire of his burning empire could catch up.

Before the shattered dreams and collapsing ambitions could pierce through your walls.

But everything that happened… it was already damaging enough.

It sent him spiraling into an abyss of endless what ifs:

What if he had been late?

What if you had been caught in the crossfire?

What if...

If only...

His thoughts are interrupted by your hands, firm on his shoulders.

He's tugging at his hair, lips bitten raw, nearly bleeding from frustration.

And still, you reach out. You hold his hand gently in both of yours.

A part of him wants to pull away, to run, take you far from all this.

But where would we even go?

And isn’t Incheon everything, for both of you?

His enemies wouldn’t let him go.

And you, you would never let him abandon his people.

"Look at me."

And he does, but his eyes avoid yours, just as you expected.

"What happened was not in our control."

"Easy for you to say." His voice is sharp, laced with fire, less like a king, more like a wounded dragon too proud to admit he's hurt.

"Yes, it's easy, because I see the truth instead of drowning in self-hate and blame."

Your voice doesn't falter. You don’t sugarcoat the truth. Your spirit remains indomitable.

He jerks your hand away and storms off.

You sigh. Stupid !

He always does this, pulls away when things hurt too much, when words land like punches.

He calls you naive, stupid, anything to avoid facing what’s really burning him up inside.

You know the situation is delicate.

The city’s social fabric has always been hanging by a thread. This collapse isn’t entirely his fault.

But when the defeat hits so close to home, and the crown slips, even slightly, it’s more than just pride that gets bruised.

For someone as egotistical as Jaegyeon, it’s a near-death sentence.

Tears prick your eyes as you glance around, searching for somewhere to sit.

Then...

Strong, muscular arms wrap around you in a tight embrace.

The way his hair tickles your cheek… the way those powerful arms tremble, you know instantly: he’s back.

Back to you.

"I messed up so bad," he breathes, face buried in your neck.

The hug is desperate, his lifeline.

Your steady heartbeat against his brings him back from the edge.

"You always do, idiot," you sob, a choked laugh escaping as you lightly smack the back of his head, then pull him even closer.

"Next time, I won’t." he mutters.

"You always say that too," you mumble, a soft tease laced with affection.

A small smile creeps onto his face.

You’re here. Still here.

At least your heart, his ultimate throne isn’t half, isn't divided. Not like everything else.

He presses a feather-light kiss to the top of your head.

"You and me… in this together?" , you ask.

"Of course."

Together, forever, he thinks, swaying you gently in his arms.

The chaos of the past.

The uncertainty of the future.

He can face all of it, as long as you’re by his side.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #jaegyeon na x reader #jaegyeon na

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entername322 · 2 years ago

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One weird day

Yuri (Izone) x Male Reader x Minju (Izone)

Length: 11644 words

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Highschool, such a mixed bag of memory and experience. For you, entering highschool has been very, scary. Not because you heard about how shitty it is. Mostly because you're not ready to grow up so fast. It felt like just yesterday you reached middle school, now you had to live to highschool, and prepare yourself for college?

"Stop dozing off idiot"

A sharp pain on your arm wake you up from your crippling mid life crisis, well, quarter life crisis. "Damn it I don't like highschool", Hearing your words Yuri just rolled her eyes on you. "We haven't even reach school for our first day stupid" You shake your head, "And I already hate feels good man"

"Come on we're gonna be late for our first day" Feeling the tug in your arm you tried to fight her only to fail miserably. "Bro we still have half an hour left for our 5 minute walk", Disregarding your complain Yuri grabbed your arm and made you sprint the rest of the way to school.

"Bro, you look smaller than before vacation", Your best friend, Jin greeted you when he saw you walk in the school grounds with Yuri dragging you. "Fuck you, did you grow again?" He nodded proudly, "Fuck yeah, 189 cm, soon I'll be in the NBA" Yuri rolled her eyes at him. "Heh, keep dreaming dumbass" Jin turned to the girls that's holding you. "Yeah, yeah, nice seeing you here too Yuri, I think you grew shorter", Jin have a thing with death, he likes to tease them by pissing Yuri off. "Damn it, bro help me"

Such a shame, he was so young too. Walking away from the crime scene you went to find your class. 1A, none of your friend is here. Of course you have two friend, one is dead the other killed him.

"Why you leave me bro, et tu brute?", Your ears tingle hearing that name. "Stop it with that name" You don't hate it, it's just weird. "Can't, your performance was too iconic", You left Jin to his injuries as you get in class and put down your bag.

Far back seat, next to the window, the anime protagonist seat. Except, the windows are tinted, a way to make sure the sun doesn't get in the students eye. And the view doesn't get to their mind. You heard Yuri loud footsteps chasing after Jin who bolted out of the area. As Yuri went pass your class she saw you and walked towards you.

"I'm in the same class with that idiot", How does she know? "How did you know?" She sighed, "I checked the announcement in the group chat", Ah yes, the group chat for all the new year students, you didn't read it.

"Idiot", Yuri slapped your head. "Damnit Yuri, go back to your class", She slapped your head again, "Class haven't started yet"

"Jin talked shit about your fatty arms", A bait, a bad one. "Woohoo, Brutus is getting karma" The classroom turns to a colloseum filled with your classmate cheers as Yuri is deconstructing your whole body with her punches. "I'm sorry", You let out a small whimper as she let you go. "Tchhhh", She snorted before leaving you to bleed out from your injuries.

"Hey Brutus, don't step my back when I'm paying attention in class okay?", The guy in front of you tried to befriend you. "Actually Brutus stab Caesar in the front so that he knows that he got betrayed" You don't mind getting new friend. "Oh yeah, fix your glasses when you do that", You're not wearing any. "Here use mine"

Watching the glasses he offered you stare at him silently before taking it. "Ackkshually, Brutus stabbed Caesar from the front to gloat over his dead body to announce his betrayal", He laughed at you before giving you a fistbump. "Perfect, I'm Doyoung"

"I'm-", "Brutus, I know", Seems like you made new friends on your first day.

You glanced at the entrance seeing, an angel. "Who is that?", Granted, you're not the most social person in your middle school, but you are sure you never saw the girl that just walk in. You would've remember someone that pretty.

"New chick, the guys went ham yesterday at the group chat trying to stalk her", Your friend seems to be in daze. The girl looked around before taking the seat next to me. "Act cool brute", You are acting cool, Doyoung isn't.

"I hate that name", Not really. "It suits you", It doesn't. "How", Doyoung just shrugged at you. "It just does", Brutus is not your real name, but it seems the name has already stick.

"Alright everyone, quiet down, get to your seat", Your homeroom teacher silent the class before starting the day, the year, the highschool life. The first class is math, and of course, you don't understand a single thing.

"Alright, let's have an exercise, complete this paper in a group of two please", Ah yes, making group, something you hated. "Brute", Doyoung turned to look at you. You wanted to say yes, but then you glanced to your right to see the new girl is looking around.

"You want to pair up together?", Bros before hoes, since you've only met Doyoung today, like 2 hour ago, he's not your bro just yet. "Uhmmm, okay", She nodded meekly.

Doyoung just stare at you with disbelief before his mouth formed a smile and he shake his head. "I'll get you for this", He mouthed with a smirk before turning to his other friend.

The teacher walked around giving the paper and hand it to you after asking who my partner is. The room got a bit noisy for a second with the sound of tables and chair cluttering as everyone combined their desk to work together. You looked at your new partner before using some geture to ask if she wants to merge desk. She nods so you moved yours to her.

"I'm Minju", She sound shy. "Hey, just call me Brutus, that's what everyone call me anyway", You don't know why you said that but you don't mind the rebranding of yourself. "Right, let's see the exercise", It was a ten question exercise all of which is our of your range.

"It's pretty easy", God hand you help using an angel called Minju. "Full disclosure here, I'm pretty stupid, so I'm sorry but I might be a dead weight", You're an idiot but not scummy. "No it's okay, I can help you", She tried, she really did.

"Listen here Min, I know you meant well, but I think we need to pause our tutoring session. There's not much time left and I already feel bad for dragging you down. You should finish it so you don't get your grade fucked up by me", Saying that made you cringe a little. She has helped you study a little but you just told her off to finish the assignment yourself.

"No it's fine", She waved her arms trying to convince you. "I really feel bad, I already drag you down with being your partner now I have to tell you to finish it off yourself but I really think you should just prioritise your own grade. You can write my name off the assignment", She looked at you for a second.

Oh fuck did I piss her off?

"Sorry, I-i-i-i'll finish it then"

Shit I pissed her off.

You just sat there quietly as she finish the whole assignment. As she finished, she didn't write off your name before handing it to the teacher.

"Sorry" She shake her head, "It's fine", It's probably not fine, for your pride. "It's fine really, I don't mind", She reassure you. "Now you make me feel worse", You accidentally gaslight her. "I don't mean to, it's really fine", She looked concerned. "I'm hurt" Now the position has turned, "What do I do to make you feel better?"

"Uhhhhhh, make me buy you lunch for payment?", Smooth, even Doyoung glanced from the side giving you a thumbs up. "I, okay then", Sweet, you just made another friend, doubling your friend size in the first day already.

"15 more minutes, if you finish your assignment already just raise your hand and I'll take it", Minju nervously opened a book and start writing. "What you doing?", You don't mean to snoop around, you're just bored. "Oh, nothing, it's nothing", She hurriedly close it before looking at you nervously.

"Sorry, don't mean to intrude"

"It's fine"

"You say that alot"

"Sorry"

"Nah don't be, I'm just curious that's all"

"Oh well, ask away"

Bonding time I guess.

"Where are you from?", Kim Minju, recently moved to Seoul, no friend in the school or the city. Likes photography and watching K-drama. As the class ended you went to the bathroom.

Getting a few moment of quiet Minju opened the book she hide from you earlier. It's a diary, where she wrote almost everything that happened in a day. You, been in the school since kindergarten, had a friend named Yuri who likes to, 'send you to god' occasionally. Likes reading and watching movies or show. Not very smart, pretty self aware and open about a lot of stuff.

Your favourite food is honey fried chicken and a strawberry smoothie. Likes cookies and sweet stuff as well. Hobbies include reading and spending the day in bed. During your attempt to know more about Minju you actually spend more time talking than her. Something Minju appreciate since she get to know more about you as well. When you returned Minju immediately closed the book and throw it to her bag.

"Well, should I move back?"

All the other classmates left their table and chair still merged while chatting. You don't want to make her uncomfortable so you asked if you should move. "No, it's fine", Alright, more bonding time. "Okay then, do you know what's next?", You obviously don't know or care about it, but you want to make some chitchat. "The class? From the schedule it seems like Korean?"

"What schedule?", You said confused. "The one in the group" Oh yeah, the group, are you even in it honestly? "Oh, I didn't read that", Carefree and ignorant about school. Minju made mental note for later.

The Korean class was fine, the teacher doesn't mind the seating position and just start handing out essays for us to analyse. "Are you having problem?", Minju think you're an idiot, not in a demoralising way, but in a concerned way. "No, I'm fine, look", She was throughly surprised seeing how through and detailed your comment was. "Oh right, you like reading", Good at literature, another mental note for her.

"Yep, it's I've read more fictional than not but it still have the same rule more or less", Minju seems intrigued. "What's your favourite series then?", You're surprised she's curious about it. "Mistborn, although I loved a lot but that one is the one I find myself revisiting often", Avid bookworm, another mental note. "Oh I like it too, although I haven't really read the second era", Minju like to read, in fact both of you spend the rest of the period to talk about some of your favourite series.

Once the first break came around you still busy talking to her about it. "Bro", Jin announced his arrival with a thunderous roar. He raised his eyebrow watching Minju. "Sup, meet Minju, she's new around town", Proudly, you show off your new friend. "Hello, I'm Jin", Oh, Jin is pulling out his flirting smile again. Yuri squinted at Minju for some reason.

They exchanged greeting, then both of them take the empty seat in front of us. "What's up with the seating here?", Jin said looking around, "Math, they had us do some assignments in a group of two", Yuri immediately know what you did. "And you burdened her by teaming up with her?", Yuri pinched your hand, Minju saw it and frowned. "It's fine, I really don't mind", Yuri still glared at me before smiling at Minju. "Sorry about this idiot, you should be careful he might drag you down", Jin saw a chance and took it, "That's right, if he cause trouble just call me and I'll take care of him"

Minju doesn't like your friend, she thinks they're demeaning you too much. So she grabbed your other hand. "It's really fine, I helped Brutus in math he helped me in Korean earlier", Yuri look at her hand grab which cause some unpleasant feeling in her stomach. "Brutus? You really want to take that silly name?", Jin laughed.

"Listen, some rebranding needs to be done okay?" Such a cheesy name, you rather find it quite funny. "It sounds silly", Yuri find it annoying, mostly because how you got the name. "I think it's pretty funny", Minju find it to be quite cheesy but it's right up her alley.

"Goddamn Brutus already being fight over by two goons", Doyoung came back with his friend. "Doy did you turn this idiot to Brutus?", Jin and Doyoung know eachother from basket you believe. "Perfect name honestly", Perfectly cheesy, "Don't you fucking call him that", Yuri glared at him, "Come on now don't kill me"

You see Yuri's head vein started to pop. You grabbed her hand that's pinching you. "Come on now Yuri, don't be rude to my new friend", You tries to defuse her anger. "Friend, I'm still mad at you for leaving me at math" Doyoung whoped his head dramatically. "Are you good at math?", He smiled at the argument. "Touche, I'm Doyoung by the way, nice to meet you", Jin stare at Doyoung seizing him up. Do note that he doesn't do that when Minju grabbed your arm.

"Oh hello, I'm Minju", Doyoung stare at the two hand you're holding right now before smiling at you. "Very smooth Brute", You stop holding the two girls hand. Minju find it to be unfortunate, she likes how warm your hand is. It's another thing she should add to her diary. Yuri hate it and happy that you let go. That's what she admits even though she felt some disappointment in her heart.

"Sorry guys, we need our seats back", Jin and Yuri reluctantly get off and left the class. "See you at lunch, Brutus" Jin peaced out. "Don't sleep in class again", Yuri is acting like your mom. Minju doesn't like her, she thinks she's too controlling. The word abuser has come up for her to describe Yuri.

Minju is a vixen trying to play with your heart. Yuri doesn't like her, she thinks Minju is up to no good. She kept a mental note to watch her.

"So, your friends seems.......", Minju struggled to find the right word. "Rude?", You helped her, "I was gonna say blunt, but yeah" She smiled. "I mean, that's just how they are", You're all young, politeness is not a thing yet. "You've known them for long right?", She needs to know more. "Well me and Jin know eachother around middle school. He just hangout with me sometimes" Jin doesn't seems like a bad person, but Minju would rather avoid him seeing the visible interest he has on her.

"Yuri, well we're neighbors, like her home is literally next to mine. We've been buddy since we were 3", For a moment Minju imagined what it feels like to have a friend like that. She felt jealous.

I want that, a childhood friend that's always been there for me.

The next period is English. You and Minju is good at the subject. You because you read some English novel, Minju because she's just perfect like that. So during the period you just talk to her some more. An enjoyable experience for you and Minju. Once the lunch break rang you grabbed her hand.

"Let's go to the cafeteria, before it got full", Minju happily grab your hand and hop with you to the cafeteria. "You want some tteokbokki with fried chicken?", Minju was busy enjoying your hand holding and stayed quiet. "Alright", You take her silence as an agreement.

When you wanted to lay she insisted that you alread repay her with the Korean essay but you shut her down by giving your money to the cashier before she can. "Really you don't need to do that", Minju seems kinda cute when she grumbled doesn't she? "Nonsense, come on let's find a place to eat", She has the same idea as you to sit at the corner of the cafeteria.

"Brutus has a new girlfriend already", Someone yells, "Hell yeah bro, on the first day too", Another follows. You're not sure where you get the attention from. It's mostly because the guys was already watching for Minju ever since they saw her in the group chat. Seeing her with you they felt a little dejected, but it's not like they are in a rush. It's only the first day after all.

"Goddamn I never been this acknowledge ever since, well ever", Do you mind it? Kinda. "Yeah, me too", You looked at her with a 'really?' face making her surprised. "Come on now look at yourself", Minju liked your compliments, she never liked being complimented by guys before. "Thank you", She said with a proud grin, "Alright diva", You two laughed as Jin joined you.

"Fuck I hate math, he took so long to teach now the cafeteria is already full", Minju decided to sit a little closer to you to discourage Jin from making a move. "Well, you won't get your food faster by sitting here", Thankfully you accidentally sends him off. "Fuck you", Just like how he come, he goes without explanation.

"What's our last period?"

"Hmmm? I think history"

"I hate history"

"Hahahaha, I thought you'll love it, Brutus"

"Since when does our history teach about the wacky Roman empire"

"Well, you got a point there"

As much as Minju is enjoying the lunch with you, it doesn't last long as Yuri came by. "Move Udon", Yuri is very persuasive, especially when she used her knee on your ribs. "Can you just drop that name already, and there's space there", She doesn't care so you reluctantly moved.

The seat was two seater facing eachother, but since all three are you small as a stick it fits. Minju is next to the wall but she doesn't mind since you get to be very close to her. "Mom wants me to buy some milk and eggs so we're getting a detour on our way home", Yuri feels the need to say that in front of Minju for some reason. "Feel fre to do so, I'm gonna go home and-", She denied your request with a slap to the head.

"That's not very nice", Minju grabbed your head. Some because she's concerned for you, some because she wants to feel up your hair. "Hey, mind your business princess", Yuri feel a weird agitation seeing Minju is caressing your head. "No way I'm letting you abuse your friend like this", Oh no, Yuri vein is popping again.

"Hey, I know this guy ever since I know how to walk, don't snoop around our friendship", Yuri grabbed your hand again. She hate it don't think that she want to hold your hand. In fact she's done it a thousand time already, so don't think anything weird is going on.

"Are you okay?", Minju disregard the angry Yuri and turned to you. This act of disrespect is not gonna slide so easily. "Hey, back off", Yuri glared at Minju, "You first, you're making this place feel small, and we got here first" Yuri rolled her eyes. "It's probably because you're fat", Minju doesn't seems to got hurt over it, she just smiled. "Hmmm? Is it? I guess you are too small to make a difference anyway. By the way are you sure you didj tleft your height in middle school?", Maybe, making 2 friends is s little too much for your new day.

"Girls please, can't we just have a normal lunch", The two looked at you with a frown. "Please?", They sighed but didn't let you go. "Are you okay?", Minju is running her finger through your hair.

Fluffy, can I keep holding on to it.

"I'm fine Min, thanks", She sighed and let go fo your hair. She will find a way to hold it later. "Yuri, can you let me go", Yuri glared at you, she's holding you to keep you safe. Yeah, that's all. "Yuri please", Knowing her for a while you know how to make puppy eyes that she just can't refuse. She can't refuse it because she felt pity seeing you so desperate. Obviously it's not because that look always gave her a heart attack.

"Fine", The two of them have some staring competition here and there but they don't cause any more trouble with you. Jin never came back to your table, you didn't look for him either. You're too busy to make sure no world war happened in the table.

"You shouldn't sleep at the next class Udon. You're in highschool now, the teacher won't be as lenient as before", Yuri scolded you, "I'll be fine", Since you all finished your food you drop down your hand which Yuri took to pinch, and hug. No not hug, she's locking it so you won't take it away.

"It's okay, if there's something you don't understand just ask me", Minju smiled at you and grab your other hand. It's nothing but skin on bones, she needs to change that. "Tchhh, the teacher can teach better"Yuri have a point. "Sometimes a little lesson from your classmates can help you better", Minju does not agree. "A smart one" Yuri scoffed, "Thank you"

Yuri's furious burning gaze and Minju's cold sinister gaze fight over eachother with you in the middle of it all. Yuri then grabbed your hand tighter, pulling to between her boobs.

Oh fuck that felt good. What? No focus Yuri.

"Don't trust this girl, she's playing with you", She whispered in your ears. For the first time, your childhood friend that's basically your sister has turned into a, woman. Minju frowned and pulled your hand, so much so that you almost fall to her. Reactively you put down your hand to keep your balance. Minju felt disappointed until she saw your hand is between her thighs. With a mischievous smile she immediately wrapped it with her soft pale thighs.

Hmmm, I should move a little bit to the front.

Thankfully for you she didn't. "You know I think since you pay for my lunch I have a debt for you, what if I buy you some smoothie on our way back"

Fuck her thighs is so soft and smooth. Fuck since when did Yuri have such big boobs. FUCK WHAT IS HAPPENING.

"Girls please, let's get to class", Minju showed Yuri a triumphant smile making the latter frown even deeper. "Oh yeah mom is cooking some quiche tonight, come and join us for dinner okay", You love quiche, you don't love it when it's used against you. The two then send eachother glare yet again before the bell rang. "I'll see you later after school Yuri, come on Min time for our last period", Reluctantly the two of them let go of you. You were also reluctant of leaving their embrace. Min didn't let go of your hand much to Yuri dismay. As you two walk into your class she stick out her tongue to Yuri behind your back.

Fucking whore.

The history teacher told us to return our table to the previous state. Minju looked at you separating from her with a sad face. You're not stupid, you see what's brewing between her and Yuri. It's just, weird. Yuri have been your friend for so long you're practically inseparable. You've slept together, spend holidays together. Bath together when you were a kid. Yet today, she seems to find something new about herself regarding you. The changes has happened around late middle school already.

How she always try to protect you, how she doesn't like when other girl tried to group up with you. She's did not deter them from you, that part is on you with your edgy phase. Sometimes you would think about the future, and she will always be there. You think today, she was forced to confront that feeling seeing someone so pretty is around you. You can practically see the change in her mood the moment Minju came to comfort you after she hit you. It's like her whole existence is being tested.

Minju on the other hand is very pretty. Like pretty to anyone standard, but for you, she's the picture perfect manifestation of beauty. Everything about her looks checked every box in your type. Then there's her personality. Kind and caring, patience too remembering she let you burdened her in math. Not to mention, she's actually a bookworm like you, how many girls you met actually have the same taste in book?

Her current situation is also perfect.

New girl in a new school, new town even remembering she said she just moved in nearby. A secluded girl who seems to be the perfect girl for your type. How many guy would kill to have this exact chances. While you were thinking this, your two friend is also thinking about the same thing.

Minju liked you, she felt a certain familiarity with you after one day. Just like how she's perfect for your type you're also, well, passable for her type. Personality wise, too early to judge but seems promising. Hobbies and interests, perfect fit. Looks? A little too skinny but she don't mind, helping you. More than that, she projected her old memory to your current friendship with Yuri. She wants to protect you, she wants to make sure you never go through what she did. Of course, she's reading too much into it, but she doesn't know that.

Yuri is in turmoil. Somehow, today, your smile seems very different than usual. Your touch seems way more warm. Your stupid smell is also lingering in her mind. She is angry at you for making her feel that way, distracting her from class. Yet above you, there's Minju, someone she's throughly furious at. The new girl just moved in and suddenly got all close and friendly to you? Minju is up to no good, that's the consensus Yuri has reached. She needs to stop Minju, she won't let her hurt you. She might be covering her anxiety of losing you with some stupid reasoning, but she doesn't know it.

The day ended, as Minju was pacing up her things she saw you is ready to leave. No, she can't let you leave yet, you're gonna be taken to the hand of that abuser. "Wait", She grabbed your hand. She has grow fond of the feeling from your soft hands. "All okay Min?", The little name he got for you made her believe that your friendship is already a strong one. "Can we, go walk together?", Inside you is two wolf. One want to spend more time with Minju and solidify your first day friendship. One doesn't want to be in the middle of war again.

"Sure, where do you live?", The former won, the latter screamed that you will regret this with it's last dying breath. "It's just down the street actually, 5 minute walk", Seeing you accept, Minju immediately grabbed her things and put it in her back quickly.

"Let's go", Minju speed up for two things, one she doesn't want to make you wait, second she sees other guy is trying to talk to her. In order to deter anyone from making a move she wrapped her arm around you. A gesture, you appreciate very much. The two of you walked out your class to see Yuri is waiting for you. The gesture isn't as appreciated as before.

"Minju want to walk home with us", With you, she wants it with you. Yuri's face contorted before grabbing your other hand and start dragging you out of the school. "Yuri slow down", You tries to stop her. "Mom need to make her quiche you're gonna make her wait too long", Yet feeling your hand yanked Yuri back, a painful feeling starts to stab her heart.

"Calm down first, Min where's your house?", Minju gloat over Yuri's visible turmoil. "It's down this street, right in that corner, that one", You can actually see her house from the school, it's on the way to your home and right after the convenience store. "Oh perfect, that's on the way home, come on let's get some milk and eggs", Minju smiled to Yuri who is frowning.

The three of you made your way to the convenience store. It was supposed to be milk and eggs, but Minju seems to have a shopping list to fill. "What are you doing, we need to go home", Yuri doesn't like that Minju is holding you up.

"Sorry, I just need a dark chocolate bar", Minju continue dragging you through 5h3 store. "If you really sorry let go of him and go find it yourself. It's faster", Minju stared at Yuri for a second before looking at you. "Ehmm, go find it Min, we'll wait at the cashier", This time, it's her that went to a turmoil, making Yuri smile victoriously. Minju hurriedly scurry off while Yuri dragged you to the entrance.

"You need to stop talking to her", You look at her confused. "What? Yuri are you insane?", She grit her teeth hearing you,"She's up to no good, I just know it", Yuri hate seeing your confused face.

He doesn't know, I need to protect him, I can't let him get hurt because of some whore trying to play with his heart.

"Yuri, we just met today, I'm getting to know her. She's nice, funny, beau-" She doesn't like it, she doesn't like hearing you praise Minju. "You don't understand", She might yell the last part too hard. Seeing everyone in the streets turn to her all the blood on her body start to rush to her face. "I, let's talk about it later", The second wolf was right, you will regret this.

Not long you saw Minju walk out to you. "Sorry for taking too long", Her smile, it's quite pleasant to look at doesn't it? "No problem", Your smile is also quite pleasant to look at, according to her.

"Look, try this on", Minju bring out a sunglasses and put it on you. "You buy a sunglasses?", You laughed fixing it's placement on your face. "I don't know, it looks cool", It's also at a scammy price. "Ughhh, come on, you've stalled us long enough", Yuri pulled you to walk again.

You felt Minju tugged your other arm. Looking back at her you see she has her phone out and took a picture of you. "Huh?", You're not really sure how to respond to that. "Oh no, you look cute when you wear it", Oh, you actually managed to spend the day with her without blushing once. Until now. "Hahaha, the glasses is really good on you", Another picture of you, looking away while the blush is creeping up in your face. "That's your house right? Bye bye", Yuri was squeezing your hand seeing Minju is flirting with you. "Okay, see you later oppa", Since when did you become her oppa? Both you and Yuri was pondering that question when Minju walked into her house.

"Alright, see, she's nice", Yuri just grimaced at you. "Take that sunglasses off", Oh you still wearing it. "Oh fuck, Minju", You ran after Minju while Yuri is squeezing your hand even harder. "Awww, Yuri stop it", She didn't, so you just continue walking in defeat. "Minju, your glasses", Minju walked out of her house again. "Keep it, I didn't buy you smoothie today", Is this gonna be a war between you and her? "Come on take it back", She shake her head while smiling mischievously. Damn does it pierced your heart. "If you don't like it, you can repay me tomorrow, good bye, see you later", She winked at you. Oh yeah this is war, of kindness and favour.

Yuri is fuming, "Alright see you tomorrow", You immediately drag Yuri with you. This time, the chance of murder is actually high enough to be a possibility.

During the walk Yuri can't stop hugging your arm. Her finger occasionally pulled on your jacket, her nails sometimes sinked to it piercing to your skin. "Yuri you're gonna make me look like a cat attack victim" Your hand tried to held hers making certain feelings wells up in her. "Shut up", You shut up.

Yuri dragged you into her house, against your will. "Yuri, don't kill your boyfriend on your first day of highschool", Her mom laughed seeing you two. "He's not my boyfriend", Yuri screamed while putting the groceries on the table before dragging me down to her room.

"Yuri, what is happening to you?", You rubbed your arm. "What is happening to me? You were the one who act like a stupid boy being overdosed by hormone chasing a whore like her" You felt your anger raise hearing her say that. "Yuri, Minju is not a whore", Your cold voice surprised Yuri which she hide by more yelling. "Yeah? I see how she acts around you, she put your hand between her legs just to tease you, she's a fucking whore", For the first time in forever, you actually got angry to Yuri.

"She's not a whore and I don't appreciate your fucking jealousy ruin my new friendship" Yuri's face contorted at your words. "What jealousy are you talking about idiot, you think I did this because I'm jealous of her?", Yuri felt her hand shaking, of all the time you scolded her you've only fought back a few times, enough to be counted in one hand. Yet now, out off all the time you could've fight her you choose today. "Listen, she's a-"

Hail Mary this shit.

You reached out to hug her. You know Yuri doesn't like physical touch. Ever since you two were 15 she stopped hugging you or holding your hands. She become self aware about her own sexuality and stop the physical touch between you. So today, seeing her so touchy with you, it might require drastic measures to calm her.

Why did you never hug me again? I've been missing your touch.

Yuri take a deep sniff of your body. If not for today she might forget how it felt. Your little skeletal body feels so warm and, calming for her. "Yuri, Minju is a nice girl, and I want to befriend her. Relax okay, she won't take me away from you", Your voice seems so calming, since when did you have such a deep voice.

Oh god, I am falling for him. All those time I denied him from any physical touch. I was rejecting my own feelings. Mom is right, this is my boyfriend. And I won't let that fucking whore get him.

As you were waiting for her to respond you felt a sharp pain on your chest. "Yuri", You pulled away from the hug only to find Yuri is already hugging you tight. "Acckkkk, Yuri stop", She let go, looking at you with..... Ecstasy.

"I don't like her, at all", Maybe hugging her was a terrible idea. "Yuri please-" She cuts you off with a finger to your mouth. "But I'll let you befriend her, for now", Well, not, a terrible idea?

"Thank you", She doesn't like hearing your relieved sigh. "On two conditions", No such thing as a free meal. "One, if she got touchy or flirty with you then I'm calling it off", Oh no, you realised you force her to confront her feelings and accept it. "And two, we are sleeping together", Still hugging you, Yuri felt your heartbeat rises, something she take pride off.

He's so nervous, that means he like me too. Oh god I was so stupid, if I would just let us continue our antics we would be married by now.

"What?" Your voice break a little. "We're sleeping together again, at my house, at your house, I don't care" Yuri sinked her head to your chest. "Yuri you know we can't do that?", You can, but you need to make up an excuse. "Why not?", Yuri suddenly whined like a kid making you very surprised.

"Because we're already grown ups", She frowned before grabbing your arm and pulled you downstairs. "Mom I'm sleeping with oppa", Two girls make you their oppa today. "Oh? That's a quick change, okay honey have fun", Yuri smiled happily before dragging you back to her room.

"Yuri, since when am I your oppa" The whole thing is so confusing. "Since now, get on the bed, we're having a nap", Without waiting Yuri throw you to the bed and jumped on you.

"Yuri" You tried to sat up. "Ssshhh, go to sleep oppa, I'll be right here, I'll keep you safe", Out of your expectations she reached in and kissed your cheek. Something that scares you, also arrouse you a little. "Don't be so nervous oppa, I promise I won't bite again if you play nice", That's a lie, she will bite you again, but later. "Yuri, I need to change my clothes and- ackkk", What a nice boyfriend, you gave her the chance to bite you again now. This time, it's on your neck. Despite you flaunting your limbs she doesn't stop until she's finished.

"There, that'll look good on you, oppa~~", Your hand reached out to grab your neck, feeling the stinging pain as you touch it. "Did you leave a mark?", She just giggled before putting her head on your chest again. "Yuri" Yuri pulled back your hand and sleep. "Enough oppa, it's been a long day, get some rest", She put her finger on your lips, and you feel she will put another thing on it if you keep resisting. Reluctantly you lay your head down, closing your eyes."Good night oppa, my oppa"

As you and Yuri is having a nice, platonic sleeping session, Minju is busy writing down her diary. All the detail she notices from you. All the funny feelings she has for you. She printed out the picture she took of you before and glued it to the diary. Writing and writing on, she didn't realised she's taken 16 pages writing just about you. The day already settled as the sun sets. Your two pictures is hanging on her desk. The realisation kicked in like a truck.

It's love at first sight. That's right, he's my soulmate, oh god I'm so lucky. So what if he's a guy, love doesn't care about sexuality or gender.

She quickly stripped out the name she have for you at her diary entry. The title of your page turned from 'First friend' to, well you know, 'Boyfriend' obviously.

I need to make some brownies for oppa, I can call him tonight, I can meet him again.

First thing she needs to do, is help you gain some weight. You're perfect as you are, but she's scared you might break your bone from a falling leaves. Founding a new motivation her small elegant steps echoed around the empty house.

Around 5 PM you woke up, seeing Yuri is biting your chest. "Yuri", Surprised by your voice Yuri looked at you with an excited smile. "Morning oppa", Without warning you felt a soft pair of lips pressing up against yours. The kiss was so gentle, you almost didn't believe it was Yuri who's kissing you.

I'm kissing him, I'm actually kissing him, oh oppa how much I wished I never reject this feelings.

The kiss ended the polar opposite of how it started.

Slowly you two pulled away from eachother.

Your forehead still pressing up against eachother.

Your soft breath intertwined with hers.

Yuri was staring at your lips, her hand reached out to grab her cheek and her thumbs gently caressed your lips.

Her eyes darted upward to see your are in a daze.

"I love you oppa"

She whispered so quietly you felt like she was just breathing normally.

"Oppaaaa, I love youuuuu"

She hummed it as she pulled up.

"I, I don't know Yuri"

Intoxicated by the kiss and her own delusion, Yuri find your answer to be a cute reaction to hide your embarrassment.

"It's okay oppa, you can answer me later"

She came down again to give you a peck on your mouth.

"I need to take a shower"

Surprisingly Yuri let you go.

"I'll see you at dinner oppa, mwah"

She kissed your neck sending tickling sensation through your body.

You ran to your home, your loud footsteps drawn your sister attention.

"Where did you go?"

You saw her spawend in front of you.

She was just standing there, you actually got so much in your mind that you didn't realise it.

"I was just, with Yuri"

That's the usual explanation you had for her, now it felt so different for you.

"Ohhhh? I see, go take a shower then, and button your chest"

You looked down to your chest to find it riddles with lipstick mark.

"I need to go"

The only thing you heard from her is the echoing laughter that will haunt you in your dreams tonight.

You looked at yourself at the mirror, your mouth is so red that it might be mistaken as a cherry.

A cold shower, a really ice cold shower is exactly what you needed.

After finishing up your shower you saw a text from Minju.

"She wants to meet? Tonight? Fuck"

You tried to come up with some excuse.

The problem is, she can see that you're typing, so she called you.

"Fuckkkk"

You screamed, yet you answer anyway.

"Hey oppa, I was sorry for stalling you up earlier, so I thought I'll make it up to you"

Think fast cowboy, if you say no, it will mean that Yuri might discourage Minju tomorrow.

If you say yes, you might have a your lifespan shortened.

"I, don't know, I still owe you for the sunglasses"

"Hehehe, it's okay, you look good in it, come here oppa"

The Hail Mary strategy from before failed.

But it won't fail twice in a row right?

"Okay, I can see you now"

"Perfect, see you here~"

You have 2 hour till dinner, you get dressed and ran downstairs.

"Noona, I'm going out, I have dinner at Yuri, and, probably gonna spend the night there"

Your sister smiles at you.

"Okay, have fun, don't forget to buy condoms, in fact I still have it from the last time my boyf-"

You are not taking three hail Mary strategy today.

You ran off to Minju's place, the moment you got at her fence you saw her walked out the house.

"Hey oppa, come on"

She grabbed your hand and hurriedly pulled you inside.

Her house, is big, you didn't realised it before since Yuri is tearing your hand apart while Minju is tearing your heart.

"Look, brownies"

The smell of freshly baked brownies made your stomach grumble.

"You made this?"

"Yep, I learned baking for a while now, come on sit, I'll prepare a plate for you"

She sat you down at the living room couch.

Looking around, this house looks expensive as fuck.

The wood walls, the high ceiling, the black marble kitchen counter.

Minju really is a princess.

She came back with a plate of brownies and a glass of, vanila smoothie?

"I know you like strawberry smoothie but I only have vanilla, I'll buy some strawberry tomorrow"

God damn the Minju option is getting more and more enticing.

"Dig in oppa"

She sat next to you and hugged your arm.

You noticed her outfits, a thin white shirt with a red side stripe pants.

No bra, and her short is pulled up so high you might be able to take a glimpse to her-

Brownies, yeah, you're eating brownies.

"Thank you Min, you really don't have too"

She smiled seeing you eating her brownies.

It was really good, you never really buy any brownies outside the store one so this homemade brownies taste heavenly.

"You want to go out with me oppa?"

You felt a piece got inhaled to your respiratory system making you cough.

"Come on slow down oppa, I still have a lot more for you"

She laughed seeing you coughed up the brownies before swallowing it down.

"Here, drink this"

She take the smoothie and you sip it.

It's a very enticing option really.

"Min, we just met today"

A fair argument.

"We're soulmate oppa, I feel it the moment we've met, I love you"

A strong counterpoint, mostly because of her face, and body, and voice, and brownies. It's a bit unfair for you isn't it?

"Listen-"

She crawled on top of you, putting her closing statement to the argument.

"Sssshhhh, don't be scared, time doesn't matter. We're getting together sooner or later, so just starts now"

The second part of her closing statement is her soft lips pressing up against yours.

If the aggressive and impatient Yuri had a super soft and gentle kiss.

The gentle and elegant Minju have a passionate and aggressive one.

Her tongue slitehered into your mouth, pulling yours to a fight.

You weren't sure if it's because your mouth is still coated by the brownies and smoothie but her kiss felt so sweet.

Minju looked at you with a lustful eyes.

"Stay the night oppa, I want to spend it with you please"

"I, I have a dinner with Yuri"

Why did you say that?

Minju felt annoyed, that's right, annoyed, not angry.

She find Yuri to be a non competitor but an annoying flies between you two.

"Please oppa? I'll make you a tasty dinner"

Ah shit, what now?

"Are you, free after dinner?"

It's an acceptable term.

"Okay then, when is your dinner?"

"In an hour"

"Then we have an hour"

You didn't have to ask for what because she returned back to kissing you.

As much as you were enjoying her kiss your mind is pulling out a plan.

You need more time to make your decision.

So you have to make this two girls have a ceasefire until you made up your mind.

"Min"

You pulled away from her aggressive kiss.

She frown at you, oh no, she's so cute.

"Aren't your parents gonna be mad when they walked in seeing us?"

"Oh, my parents doesn't live here"

"What?"

"Yeah, they bought the house for me to stay in during highschool"

A princess.

She lay down her head to your neck, to find, something.

"This wasn't here before"

Her cold finger touch the bitemark Yuri gave you.

"Yeah, something happened"

As she raised her head you can feel the temperature dropping down below 0.

"Oppa, I really don't want to ruin your mood by making you break your relationship with her. But if this is the kind of relationship you have with her-"

"It's not, it's complicated okay?"

Minju is not satisfied with your answer, but there's another matter to deal with for now.

She leaped to your neck, and bite it.

"Min"

The hickey from her felt, sensual, mostly because she's grinding on you.

"Min I need to go"

You hear her growl before she let go of your neck.

"Come back soon okay oppa? Don't make me wait too long"

"I promise it won't be long"

She smiled happily and gave you another kiss before seeing you off.

You opened your phone to see Yuri has been calling you non stop.

Gritting your teeth you ran to her house.

Her parents look at you surprised.

"Yuri just went to get you in your house"

"Oh I was from the convenience store, I'll go get her"

Let's try to calm her down before dinner with the parents.

"Where were you"

Yuri bolted to you the moment she saw you walk to your bedroom.

"I'm sorry I wa-"

"With that whore"

Her grip tightens on you.

"Yuri after-"

"She even marked you, oppa you were cheating on me?"

"Listen Yuri, I need you to come with me after dinner okay?"

She looked at you angrily.

"I need to talk to both of you"

"There is nothing to talk about, we belong together, we're already together since we know how to walk and we will still be together until we die"

She shake your body while her eyes got teary.

"Listen, Yuri, can you just, listen to me for once"

Within Yuri mind, a thought is forming, the thought is that she's losing the fight.

It hurts her, it hurt her very much, it's so painful she might just break.

"Why, why oppa I know you for so long already, why did you have second thoughts already? Just because of some girl you met today?"

"Yuri, I just want to make sure"

"Fine, I'll make amends with her"

You're not really sure what she meant by that.

"Thank you Yuri"

Yuri will have you in her life, she will make sure you're not taken away from her, even if she has to compromise with a whore.

Your hug managed to calm her down.

"Yuri, are you crying?"

She answer with her muffled sobs.

"Yuri... Calm down"

You caressed her hair as she hugged you.

"Oppa, don't leave me"

"I won't Yuri, I won't"

"Don't leave me"

"I won't"

"Oppa"

"Yes Yuri?"

"Oppaaa"

You keep answering her as she calm herself down.

Yuri like the way your finger ran through her hair, it's so comforting.

It's decided, she will have to compromise, anything to keep you in her life.

"Yuri let's fix your hair"

You don't want her parents to start asking questions.

A smile formed on her face seeing you wipe her tears and brush her hair.

"I think that's good enough, let's go"

She didn't move, her smile was frozen in place so is her body.

"Yuri?"

"I love you oppa"

"I-"

"It's okay, come here"

She reached out to pull you for a kiss.

So soft and slow, especially compared to Minju's kiss from earlier.

"Let's go"

She whispered before pulling you to her house.

"Bye you two, don't forget to use protection"

"Noona"

"We will unnie, bye"

You glared at Yuri who's smiling happily.

"Ah there you are, well come on, dinners ready"

Yuri grabbed your hand and intertwined her finger with yours.

Her parents smiled seeing her actions.

You two sit next to eachother while facing her parents.

"So, what happened between you two"

Her mom is smiling curiously while her dad, he just doesn't care.

"I'm dating now"

"Good for you sweetie, and you too darling, you two are so perfect together"

"Thanks mom"

Yuri kissed your cheek while you're just sitting there eating.

"Dad aren't you gonna congratulate me?"

"No, you two are meant to be anyway so it's just the matter of time"

"Tccchhhh"

Yuri's dad is an absolute apathetic, her mom is a gossip girl, how did Yuri become an MMA fighter?

"How was your first day in highschool?"

"Everyone called oppa Brutus now and he just force them too"

"Really? Because of that drama?"

"Yes"

You can't really eat properly since Yuri is busy cuddling with you, at the dinner table, in front of her parents.

"Yuri, sweetie, why don't you take your boyfriend to your bedroom, you two seems like you need a room"

Her mom said as we finished the dinner.

"Me and oppa is going out for a walk, see you later Mom, bye dad"

Yuri and I walked to Minju's place.

"What is she doing here?"

Minju's open hostility made Yuri answered with her own. However she managed to keep herself calm.

Be patient, I need to be patient for oppa.

"Can we get in?"

Minju carefully eyes Yuri before grabbing your free arm.

The three of you sat at the living room, the two girls refused to acknowledge the existence of the other one.

"Listen, I know, you two are in love with me"

"I love you more, we're soulmates"

"I know you longer oppa, we are already meant to be together"

"Shut up, now, Minju, I know you for one day, Yuri, we've been growing up as friends, until today. So I can't make a decision yet"

"What decision, we are soulmate oppa"

"Shut up, oppa is talking"

The two exchanged glare for a moment.

"I need sometimes okay? I need time to make my mind, and I want you two to have a ceasefire until I made my decision"

The two doesn't like your proposal.

"How long"

"A month at least"

"No, a month at most"

Minju is very unpleased.

"Oppa, I need to talk with Minju"

"No, you two gonna kill eachother"

"Oppa, just leave for a second, I promise I won't kill her"

Minju stare at Yuri cautiously trying to gauge her intentions.

"Minju?"

"Fine, wait in the kitchen oppa, you can watch us from there"

Reluctantly you left the two girl to their own devices.

Yuri and Minju stare at eachother for awhile.

"Share him"

Minju definitely didn't expect that.

"What?"

"I'm not losing him, and I don't like to gamble, so share him"

"Are you stupid? Why would I share him when he's already mine"

"Because you might also lose"

The two stare at eachother angrily.

"We're soulmates"

"Does he know that?"

"I will make sure he does"

"I know him long enough to know he's not believing those kind of things"

"You know him for so long yet he still thinking about me, the girl he met in the first day"

Yuri felt her patience is slowly draining.

"Just share him with me, we can get a piece together"

Minju is not stupid, she knows the possibility of her losing you is a 50/50.

Yet she still doesn't trust Yuri.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why you want to share him? You're antagonising me the whole day and you want to make peace with me?"

"Because he's conflicted. And I know, if he chooses you it will hurt, so much I might lose my mind. And if he chooses me, he will feel hurt for hurting you that I might also feel guilty"

Those thoughts has also went through Minju's mind.

"You're scared aren't you"

"Of course I am"

"To me?"

"My whole life I've known him and you come in and managed to threaten my position in the first day, of course I'm scared"

For a second, Minju realised, Yuri might not be as bad as she thought.

"Awwww, are you insecure?"

Minju patted Yuri's head making the latter frown.

"Don't do that"

"Hehehe, you're just a timid little girl aren't you, I'm sorry for scaring you"

"Minju stop it"

"Fine, I agree, I'll share him"

Seeing the changes on Yuri's face Minju felt a little relieved. Yuri might be a good partner to have as well.

She's cute, pretty, also when she got all embarrassed like this it make her heart flutter.

"Let's set up the ground rule then"

"Fine, we're the same priority, no main girl or something like that"

"That one is acceptable, second is group chat. I don't want any private chat between us and oppa. Everything need to be said in the group chat"

"That's, acceptable too I guess. Then you can't have too much date. If we both have two date and you took him out in one you can't have another one after I get one"

"You read my mind cutie"

"I'm not cute"

"But you're blush is so-"

"Stop it, another one is I want a budget limit on our dates"

"Oh come on, I want to pamper him"

"I can't keep up with your money, look at this house, you're definitely rich"

"I am, and that's okay cutie, he will still love you even though you won't be as rich as me"

"Fine, guess I'll just have to take him to dates with my family and parade him as my boyfriend"

"So the spending limit, let's say, 100 thousand won?"

"Are you insane?"

"Ughhh, fine, how about this, I won't take him to super expensive place, and we don't buy him anything. Our gifts need to be made by ourself"

"Good, I like that"

"Butttt, I want to buy him some new clothes, I want my boyfriend to dress well"

"Ughhh, his wardrobe is so bad"

"Hehehe, shopping trip with us then"

Minju hugged Yuri making the latter develop a smile.

"I'm looking forward to work with you, Minju"

"I'll be looking forward to work with you too, Yuri"

You are watching this weird interaction and was completely baffled seeing the two girl hug.

Ah shit I made them gay and fell for eachother.

Then the two of them turned to you with a creepy smile.

The wolf you pick has changed sides and tell you this is a bad idea.

"Oppa, come here"

You're not sure which one called for you.

Slowly you walked back to them.

Once you're close enough Yuri grabbed you and sat you down between her and Minju.

"Alright oppa, we will have a ceasefire"

Minju draw around your chest with her finger.

"Good, I promise one-"

"Forever, because we don't need to fight for you anymore"

Yuri start nibbling on your arm.

"What?"

"We are sharing you, aren't you happy oppa?"

It would be a lie if you never thought of the harem option. It would also be a lie if you think that the option is a genuine option to take. Yet, it's also a lie, if you say you're not excited right now.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I can't believe you're actually second guessing yourself for a girl you just met today oppa, bad oppa"

You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder as she sank her fang to it.

"That's okay oppa, I won't make you have the painful responsibility to hurt one of us, so we compromise"

Minju kissed your cheek.

"So first of all oppa, you have to love us equally"

"That's right, we are also using a group chat for now on, no private chat between us"

"Then, we will keep track of how much date to make sure it's fair", Notes, you need notes. And maybe some water splashed to your face. "Are you two, actually, serious"

The two of them looked at you, stare at eachother before attacking you. The two of them wrapped one arm around your neck locking it in place. Then they kissed your cheek. So synchronized, so creepy. Of course you're overwhelmed already so you're not feeling the desperate self preservation your brain is trying to send off.

"You're our boyfriend now okay?","Our oppa" They are synchronized now. "Okay, okay, okay", The two are ecstatic with your response and giggles before they bite your neck.

"Ahhhh, girls", Your moan of pain only made them even more excited. "Who kiss first?", Yuri raised her hand in response, "Rock-paper-scicors"

Yuri won and get the first bite of your lips. The lips of her new boyfriend. Minju is watching you with smiles all over her face. Once Yuri had enough fill she slowly parted from you, her mind is in a daze. She tried to inhale as much as your scent. "You're so shy when you kiss Yuri, so cute", Minju smiled.

"I'm not cute", The sight of your tomboyish childhood friend turning to a tomato is too cute. "You are kinda cute", You supported Minju's words. Yuri hide her face letting out a squeal before dropping to your chest.

"Hehehehe, my turn", Minju crashed her lips on to yours. Her passionate kiss only seems to get rougher as time went on. Your tongue and lips turned numb at the end. Minju is happy with how meek you are, such a perfect boyfriend.

As you two pulled away you saw Yuri is watching you two in a daze. "See? That's how you kiss cutie", Yuri frowned. "I'm not a horny bitch like you" Yuri pouted, "Really? Our boyfriend seems to like it"

She turned to you who's still in a trance. "Oppa", Yuri pouted making you wake up from your daze. "Yuri it's fine", Doesn't convince her. "Here, let me teach you" Before any of you can react, Minju grabbed both of Yuri's cheek before kissing her. Oh boy, it's getting harder and harder, you know what it is.

As they parted you see Minju is smiling at Yuri with a mischievous smile while Yuri was in a trance. "On second thought, your soft kisses are also enjoyable, good job cutie", Minju's hand let go of Yuri and wrapped itself around you. The two of them slowly came to hug you and stay quiet for, an hour?

"It's late already, we should go home", You don't want to go home, but things might escalate if you stay. "Come on, sleep with me, I want to sleep with oppa", Minju tightened her hug on you. "I told mom I'm going to sleep with oppa tonight" Yuri looks conflicted if anything, "So do it here, with me too" Minju said. "How though, I can tell mom I'm sleeping at oppa's place", You opened your phone to check if the coast is clear. "Then, I should ask Noona"

"Who's Noona", Minju squinted her eyes angrily. "My Noona, my older sister", They still have their jealousy trait, that's good to know. "Oh that's fine then", She smiled and turn to cuddling you again. You see your sister already texted you that she's leaving for the night so I can use the house.

"Oh? Should we move to your bedroom then oppa?", Minju whined at Yuri in response. "Here is better, I'm living here alone", Minju said making Yuri raised her eyebrow. "What?" Minju then smiled confidently, "Yep, mom and dad buy me this house for my highschool life", You hear Yuri curse under her breath but you can't make out what."Okay princess, but oppa's house is also empty, and that way I can also show to mom I am sleeping at oppa's place"

"Empty?", Minju turned to you. "Oh yeah, my parents passed away a while ago", She looked at you with concern and guilt. "Oh baby, I'm sorry",Well, a kiss always a good way to cheer someone up.

"We should go out to a date this week"

"Three of us"

"Of course cutie, I won't leave you"

"Let's go to the park again"

"Let's, go to my place, because I'm tired"

The two of them smiled and kissed your cheek. "Let me put on something more covering clothes then", Minju let go of you and skipped away.

"She's such a vixen", You tuned to Yuri who's doesn't seems to be mad."Yuri?", She turned to you, "I don't mind it, but she's too flirty, she might try to take your virginity oppa", This, is going to fast no? "I mean, Minju is a bit more, brazen? But I don't think-", She put her finger on your mouth to shut you down. "She will give you your virginity, and so do I, the question is who will take yours"

Alright, how do you tell them you're not a virgin anymore. "I'm back, let's go", Minju is wearing a baggy sweatpants and jacket. "Right, let's go", Maybe they don't need to know.

The three of you walk back to your house, you slipped Minju in while Yuri tell her mom she's sleeping at my place. "Hmmm, this place, smells just like you", Minju was looking around your bedroom with lusty eyes. "I miss sleeping at your bed again oppa, come on"

Yuri is definitely thinking about something other than sleeping. You lay on your bed with the two girls hugging you. Minju take off her sweatpants and jacket turning back to the previous very open and very thin outfit. Yuri actually changed as she went to her house earlier to a big oversized t-shirt that cover her mini pants.

"Oppa, this bed is so comfy, I can't believe you've been sleeping here with him this whole time"

"Hehehe, childhood friend advantage"

"Ssshhh, let me sleep"

"Yuri, you're thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeahhhh, oppa, we want some goodnight kiss"

Minju jumped on you and start making out with you. She pulled your hand in between her crotch and start grinding on it. "That's unfair", You hear Yuri whined.

As you are busy kissing Minju you felt Yuri pulled your hand inside her t-shirt. "Rub it baby", Minju moaned, you comply and starts rubbing her pussy through her pants making her moan.

Your other hand was led to Yuri's bare tits. "Squeeze it oppa", You comply again and made her moan. This continue for sometimes before you felt the wet pants Minju is wearing pushed itself onto your finger.

"I'm coming oppa", She pressed her forehead to your temple as she whispered in your ears. You saw her body quivered for a moment before slumping down. Yuri the jumped to your free mouth and start to get her own kiss. Your hand travel down to her pussy and starts doing the same thing you did with Minju. Your other hand travels up to start massaging Minju's breast.

Just like before Yuri started quivering and pressed her head to your neck. "I'm cumming oppa", She screamed, thankfully your house is empty.

"Oh my god, that was great"

"Yeah, we should repay the favour now"

The two of them look down to your erect cock."So big","So warm" The compliment only made you even hornier.

You felt one of them grabbed it through your clothes making you moan. "You're so hot when you moan oppa", Who said that? "Let's get this out of the way", Who said that too?

Feeling your pants being pulled down your cock got free from it's cage and the cold air washes over it. "Follow me cutie, I'll lead you", Okay that one is Minju.

You felt two sets of hand grabbed your cock, their warmth made your precum leaked."Slowly, go up and down" Minju take the lead as Yuri followed her, "Okay", Fuck the feelings of being jerked by two different hand is something else.

"Are you enjoying this oppa?"

"Yes"

"Yuri focus on your rythm"

The two girl continue their sensual and slow Handjob. Minju then come to whisper in your ears. "Can you cum for us oppa? I promise I'll drink it", Oh fuck, "Oppa, cum please, for me", Yuri followed her and made this whole experience a little too much for you.

"It's squirming"

"That means oppa gonna cum, come on oppa, cum all over our hand"

Can't keep up any ore your sperm shoot out, Minju closed off the tip just in time to make sure it doesn't spray anywhere. Looking down you see Yuri is also doing the same, making their hands covered with your sperm. "So warm"

Yuri whimpered. Minju smiled before licking her hand."Minju?" You hear Yuri's questioning tone, "So sweet, you taste amazing baby", Seeing the ecstasy on Minju's face, Yuri did the same, and start sucking on her own fingers. "Hmmm, it tastes good oppa"

The two of them went down to your cock and started licking it, getting any excess cum off of you. The sensation send your cock back to it's glorious form. "So vigorous, Yuri, follow my lead"

Minju climbed down to get to a more comfortable position, Yuri followed suit. "First, you kiss it", You felt Minju thick lips pressing up against yours. Then Yuri's soft pair of lips pressing up against the other.

"It smells so good"

"I know right? Now you start licking it"

The two started licking around your shaft giving some ungodly feeling.

"Now, watch me first", Yuri moves to the side before Minju started swallowing your cock whole.

"Whoa", Yeah Yuri, whoa, you did not expect Minju to be so good at this. The feeling of her throat massaging your cock while her tongue reached out to lock your shaft and balls is too good.

"Yaaaa, my turn", God damn Yuri looked so cute when she's pouting. Minju let go of her mouth before moving aside. "Now, first you need to try with the tip first Yuri"

Yuri was inexperienced, for like 30 second before she start giving you deep throat as well. "I'm so proud of you Yuri"

Minju get down and start sucking on your balls. Needless to say, as you're still sensitive from the ejaculations from before, you didn't last long.

Minju pulled Yuri up to only have your tip in her mouth while she use both hands to jerk you off. "Come on, cum oppa, cum all over cute Yuri's mouth"

Your hips bucked forward and start spraying your sperm to Yuri's inside. As your ejaculation subsided your cock fell limp to your crotch.

"Open your mouth Yuri, learn how to share", Yuri opened obediently and Minju's tongue slitehered to Yuri's mouth before they kiss. You see Minju's tongue scooping out your sperm into her own mouth occasionally. Then the two parted way, a loud gulping noise can be heard before they let our a satisfied moan.

"Thank you oppa"

"It was nice oppa"

The two gave you a kiss to the cheek before slumping down to your chest.

"Fucking hell, you two are, dangerous", The two giggles before they let out a sigh. Your breath and heartbeat seems to synchronize with them as your consciousness start to slip away.

It's been a long day.

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thatfrailsoul · 4 months ago

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– I watch the skies getting light as I write

tarot pick a pile reading ( → 1, 2, 3 )

pictures from pinterest → one, two, three

One step after another. One shaken breath. One look around you, confused, as you are trying to understand what is real, what is good and what is bad… What you got through, the things you’ve endured and accepted from the same hands that you thought would only caress you, take care of you, protect you… With that one fear of making the same mistakes. Of never learning and calling upon yourself the same fate again, as you hold another hand.

After surviving a fever that lasted a little too long, I'm back again, with this new reading from our Divinatory Jukebox!♡ I still feel a little meh, so for a while I will do readings that are slightly shorter, so I can come back gradually without overwhelming myself. And so for today, and through the song “How to disappear” by Lana Del Rey, your inner self has a little story to tell you, about what it is holding deep down in your heart, hiding it, not being able to release it, not before being fully able to understand it. What it was, why it did happen, how so much pain was able to overwhelm you right when you felt so safe… This reading will be a little message for you about your journey of love, the one that you are so eager to go through, to make progress in, without realising how your own hurt heart is holding you back, too afraid of feeling again the same pain of the past now, when those wounds are still bleeding so much.

Give yourself a moment. Slow down your breath, feel it. Put aside any judgement, overthinking or convictions… And just follow the pile that caught your gaze more, the one that will allow you to connect to yourself and receive this needed message.

And let me know what pile you chose..!♡

P.s. A little question for you ♡

{ Thank you so much for letting me know!♡ }

– Pile One,

the child: the six of cups and the knight of wands

It was never your fault. All the people that you met. The bonds you had. The things they did and said… It never was because of you. Of how you were, your worth or what you did. And it never could've been different, no matter how much the regret makes it seem possible or real.

There are so many ways in which a situation can evolve, so many different outcomes that depend only on what we are willing to do and want. It's true. But the past is a whole different story. It is something that we can’t reach. And that, fortunately, can never grasp us no matter how much we fear it.

And you need to understand it. To feel it. A truth that is so simple that is just overlooked, never considered by our judgemental and overthinking mind. The fact that we are safe here. Now. You are safe. Because you are not anymore with those people, not stuck in those suffocating moments that felt like an eternity of hurt.

You are here now. And it is new, every single second of it. At each step, each moment, each new breath… You enter a new reality of possibilities, created with your decisions, with your awareness and confidence that you won’t allow it to happen ever again. And it is enough. Truly. To protect you. It is enough to put miles and miles between you and them, or all those reflections of their meanness and cruelty of which you sometimes catch a glimpse in others that come too close to your heart.

You are safe here, with your own self. You have enough protection and guidance. Enough to not make again those mistakes, even if they never were yours in the first place and you simply learned from them through all this pain. You are doing well. No matter if you are getting closer to someone or, contrary, are hiding for a moment to heal and rest. No matter if it is all like you wanted and imagined, or completely the opposite and frustrating in how slow or fast it is. No matter if you are making a decision, opening your heart again, or are still waiting, still unsure… You are doing well. It is your journey. Only yours. Even when it seems to be influenced so strongly by the others. It is still and only yours to live and follow. And no matter how you will do it, it will always be the right way, the one that will be enough for your heart.

Don't put even more pressure on yourself. Don't fuse the past, of which you are still so afraid, and the future, that you are already overthinking, in this ball that you are ready to throw at yourself again and again. Let them go for a moment, detach them. Not from yourself, but from each other. Don't force the past, with your fears and convictions, to come into your future and shape it. Because it never was supposed to do it, it never wanted it, if we’d talk about it like it is a personification of some sort…

It's the past for a reason. You already got through it. You already lived it all. So allow yourself to stop keep on doing it in the now. Or in the future. Don’t look at this life through the lenses of someone that you are not anymore. Nor through those of the ones that wounded you, betrayed you, even if it still hurts. Let those situations and memories alone. Let them be. In their own eternal moment. In the space and time that was created just for them. They don't need more of it, they don't need for you to sacrifice your present moments or the future ones. And you don't need it in order to stay safe.

You already learned from them. What you needed and even more, even those lessons that weren't yours. You gained the strength, the confidence. You healed enough to live different moments and connections, to experience a different type of love… You just need to become aware of it. Of the fact that there is no need to keep on fearing, aggressively protecting yourself from it. Whatever that “it” might be. It will not repeat. It will be all different. And, in the good and in the bad, you are ready for it. You just need to realise and live it.

{ ♡ }

– Pile Two,

the tree: the queen of cups and the temperance

Even though it is much better and gentle to hear that it never was supposed to be this way, that you never were destined to feel so much pain… That it wasn't your fault, nor the consequences of who you were and what you wanted… Even if it would be so much easier to heal those wounds if you would hear all of this… It still wouldn't be a complete truth. And you would know it deep down, you would have that uneasy feeling, that fear that it might happen again, because you would be aware of the fact that it was indeed because of what you did and said, to others or to yourself.

It was bound to happen. Your heart was destined to be scratched and crushed. In that moment or in another. In the hands of that person or in the ones of someone else… perhaps even yourself. It would've happened either way. Because it was the only thing that could've break through that wall of delusion, entitlement, a little immaturity, that was creating so many wrong convictions in you about the connections, about the shapes and ways of love. That pain and the feeling of betrayal… were truly the only things that could get you angry enough to unveil that mirror that you never looked in. It was the only way to make you see. Who you were, your own actions and words, your needs and desires, that often weren't so aligned. It was the only way to turn your gaze, your scrutiny and judgement inwards. To you. And not only to others, that so often simply reacted to how you were.

It is not an easy subject. The one of the maturity, of growing, of realising our own mistakes and for the first time, after so long, seeing the uncomfortable truth that it wasn't only others, the source of so much challenge and pain. It is not easy to listen to all those sudden conclusions and answers that our mind starts to find, when it is alone with our heart… And it is even more difficult to accept them, to admit that we too did our part in creating those battles in which we got stabbed…

But you did it. No matter if you wanted it, decided to take that time and reflect, or if it just came crashing down on you in the moment that you were already so tired and consumed that you couldn't ignore or postpone it. You did it. To your own self. You found a way to listen to you, to the truth, to allow you to show yourself how the things really were as you got through them, not seeing nothing but attacks and betrayals. You did it. You stayed there for a moment. You let it sink in. Until it changed something in you, even if those wounds still continued to sting.

Your healing became your growth. And each stitch on your heart started to feel sweet and sour in its pain, because of the knowledge that it wasn't just useless hurt. It had a reason, a motive, that you can now escape and avoid because you know what are those things that can trap you in them.

It gives you confidence, that new knowledge and awareness of yourself, enough to make you feel ready for another journey. For a new connection in which you can practice the things that you learned, making them truly work… But it is a little too soon now. You still need those stitches to keep you together, to burn a little to remind you of the consequences of impulsive and rushed steps that you shouldn't take if you want to take care of yourself. And this means that you are not ready. Not until those wounds will be only scars. Scars that you don't try to forget about and hide away. But those that you respect and are proud of, the ones that you look at without feeling regret, shame or rage. Those that you honour, by making the steps that never would make your body, your heart, go again through all that pain.

You need a little more time. A little more patience. Those feelings and connections that you strive for will not go anywhere. They will wait for you to be truly ready. They will wait because they know that it is best this way, that it is worth it, for you to heal completely first, before doing the next step.

{ ♡ }

– Pile Three,

the paths: the moon and the five of wands

It wasn't really your choice to be here. To be alone, to feel so tired and cold. It never was your intention, not even for a second, to remain without anyone… It never was the reason behind your actions and your words. And yet they led to this. To feeling so misunderstood in every connection and situation, to seeing their eyes so hurt or full of rage, even when you chose your words so carefully, as you only tried to explain what you needed, what you felt…

It feels a little like a losing game. The one you can never win no matter how hard you try, not when the rules change every single damn time. The people, their thoughts and feelings, their unique way of seeing a connection, what love is supposed to be… It is just tiring and confusing. Especially for a heart that never wanted so many complications, so many “adventures”. A heart that so innocently and genuinely only looked for love, in any way, shape or form.

It really makes you slow down, all of this, so many challenges, difficulties, arguments and hurt. It makes you reflect on whether this is really what you want. If it is worth it at all. If you really can't live without it to the point of finding somewhere that strength and patience to keep on trying no matter what…

But, what if, the desire and need for this unconditional and powerful feeling, did indeed led you to a journey of love? What if they still worked, all those wishes spent on this… but just in a way that you didn’t know you needed to experience first?

You were so eager, so open, so ready for it… You did so much in the name of love, never pretending to find a specific type of it, just wanting to feel it once… And it was given to you, a journey of love. Of love for yourself. And the urge to take care and protect every inch of you, exactly like only a person truly in love would've done.

Through the ones that came closer, their often annoying or painful ways; through others that are further, their fairytale like stories that made you feel jealous and simply sad because this is not what you have; through the experiences, the ups and downs, the never ending frustrating stories and only few feeble joyful moments… You did go through a journey. And you did find love. The one of the truest and strongest form. You found love for yourself. Who you were. Who you are. And who you can and will become.

It is not what you looked for nor expected, it's true. But it is exactly what you needed to experience and learn. Before letting others teach you what love truly is, you needed to understand it on your own, to set those boundaries, expectations, limits that only those that are worthy can overcome. Those that you will see from miles away, feel so naturally and instantly. Because now you simply know what love is, respect and kindness, and you can recognise it in every gaze of those that truly can embody it, making you feel safe.

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ijustwannabecool · 2 months ago

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Unexpected Vows - The Truth Between Us

Lewis Hamilton x Reader – Final Chapter

Summary... The truth behind the annulment is finally revealed, and so is the grief Y/N has carried alone. Lewis and Y/N confront everything that’s been left unsaid — the baby, the betrayal, and the lies. And when it becomes clear who forged their fate, there’s only one place left to go.

Trigger Warning: Emotional manipulation, betrayal, and discussion of pregnancy and pregnancy loss. Alcohol consumption, memory loss due to intoxication, implied sexual content, and emotional topics related to breakups and relationships. Please take care while reading.

A/N: The final chapter. It took me all day to write this part. I wrote it with loads of love for you guys. I hope you guys enjoy it and it makes sense. I would love any feedback you guys provide. I hope you enjoy it and if you have any request, please feel free to let me know. Have a beautiful day. Enjoy!!

Read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 before you read this chapter.

Present Day – Your POV

The silence between you and Lewis is sharp enough to cut through bone.

You’re in his car again, like it’s some twisted time loop — the same scent of his cologne, the same way he drives with one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh, and one knee jittering with silent nerves. But everything’s different now. This time, you’re not pretending you don’t remember. This time, you're both drowning in everything you do.

He parks near the marina. Private. Quiet. The kind of place where people go when they need to talk without being overheard.

You don’t move. Neither does he.

“Petra submitted them,” you say first, voice low but direct.

Lewis doesn’t flinch. “I know.”

You blink. “You… knew?”

His jaw clenches. “Not until a few weeks ago. She never told me. Not until it was too late.”

You turn to face him. “So why didn’t you tell me? Why let me believe you didn’t know?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He just stares ahead at the horizon, the pinkish dusk bleeding into the ocean.

“Because you were already gone,” he says finally. “And I thought maybe that’s what you wanted.”

You let out a dry laugh. “You thought I wanted you to annul our marriage without talking to me first?”

“I thought you regretted it,” he admits. “You disappeared. You never came back to Monaco. You changed your number.”

“Because I was pregnant, Lewis.”

The words drop like thunder.

His head jerks toward you. “What?”

You meet his eyes. “I was pregnant. And I didn’t know how to tell you. I told a friend, and somehow… it got out.”

His breathing changes. “You’re— Wait. Are you…?”

You shake your head. “I lost it.”

And there it is. The thing you never said out loud. Not even to yourself. Not really.

“I found out about a week or two after New Year’s. I didn’t know what to do. I panicked. You were going to start a new chapter in Ferrari, you were busy, and I was alone. I told someone I trusted. They told someone else. Then suddenly someone knew. Someone started following me. Asking questions. And I couldn’t tell if they were paparazzi or just… curious.”

Lewis’s entire body tenses.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

You look down. “Because I didn’t think you’d want to be with — let alone be married to — someone who only made your life messier.”

He’s quiet for a long time. Then—

“Let’s go,” he says.

You blink. “Where?”

“To Petra.”

⸻

Paris – Petra’s Apartment

The building is as cold as she is.

Glass, chrome, sterile. Like nothing bad ever happens here. Like no one ever lies.

The doorman barely lifts his gaze when Lewis gives his name.

She opens the door in white — always white — like she’s untouched by the mess she left behind.

“Lewis. Y/N,” Petra says, like she’s greeting brunch guests, not the two people whose lives she detonated. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.”

You walk past her before she can offer pleasantries.

“This isn’t a social call,” you say sharply.

“I figured.”

⸻

Lewis POV

She hasn’t changed.

Not the hair. Not the tone. Not the smug look like she’s still ten steps ahead and doesn’t feel a thing about what she did.

I stay close to Y/N, close enough that I can feel the energy radiating off her—controlled, but furious. This isn’t about public image or strategy anymore. This is about what was stolen from us.

“You filed annulment papers behind my back,” I say, voice steady. “You forged my signature. You leaked private medical information. You lied—to me, to the press, to everyone.”

She doesn’t even blink. “I acted in your best interest,” Petra says, like I should thank her.

“You had no right,” I growl. “You don’t get to decide what parts of my life are worth keeping.”

She exhales. “You were going to Ferrari. Everything had to be clean. No distractions. No emotional baggage. You needed a fresh start.”

Y/N steps in. “So you erased me?”

“No,” Petra replies. “I just… made it easier to let go.”

“You think love is something that can be managed out of a schedule?” I ask.

“I think sometimes love is messy,” she says. “And you were finally starting to look like a winner again.”

I laugh. Bitter. “I married her.”

She freezes.

“I know,” she says.

⸻

Your POV

“Did you leak the pregnancy?” you ask.

Petra doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t deny it either.

“I didn’t start the fire,” she says. “I just let it spread.”

A pause.

“You were careless, Y/N. Telling people. Letting it get out. If it wasn’t me, it would’ve been someone else.”

⸻

Lewis POV

My hands clench. I can feel my pulse in my ears.

“You didn’t protect me. You buried me.”

“I was trying to protect your image. Your brand,” she says.

“I’m not a brand,” I snap. “I’m a person. And she was carrying our child.”

She looks down. Not ashamed, not really. Just… quiet. Empty.

That’s when I know it’s done.

“I want you out of my life. Out of my career. If there’s anything left tying us together, I’ll cut it myself.”

“And the press?” she asks.

“They already know,” Y/N says behind me. “We’re still standing.”

We walk out together. This time, there’s no hesitation.

“I’m sorry I ever let her near us,” I say once we’re in the elevator.

Y/N nods. “Me too.”

But we’re not thinking about her anymore. We’re thinking about what comes next.

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Race Weekend – Your POV

The press conference is a blur.

Your hands shake even with Lewis sitting beside you.

He does most of the talking.

He admits it first.

“Yes, we got married on New Year’s Eve, two years ago. It wasn’t public. We wanted to keep it private. And it… got complicated after that.”

They press. They push.

Someone asks if it was a stunt. If it was a mistake. If the annulment was a cover-up.

You take the mic.

“No,” you say. “It wasn’t a stunt. It was the realest thing I’ve ever done.”

A hush.

Then another question: “And the pregnancy rumors?”

Lewis grabs your hand.

You pause.

Then speak — clearly, honestly.

“There was a pregnancy. It’s not a rumor. It’s something very real we went through together. And we lost it. And we are still healing from that. That’s all we are going to say about that.”

The silence that follows is deafening.

But it’s also… respectful.

For the first time, they listen.

⸻

Flashback – Your POV (The Loss)

You woke up with crippling cramps, something you haven’t felt before. You just knew what was coming.

It didn’t feel real.

The world had already tilted on its axis weeks before, but that morning, it cracked wide open.

You didn’t call anyone.

You sat on the floor of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you and your hands gripping your knees and your heart in your throat.

You thought maybe it would stop.

It didn’t.

You went to the doctor the next day. Alone.

They confirmed what you already knew.

No heartbeat.

You walked out into the sunlight and felt like it burned through your skin.

You felt numb for the longest time after.

A hopeful miracle, now just a memory you wanted to forget.

⸻

Present Day – Lewis’s POV

I find her.

The "friend." Lola.

Y/N asked her to be discreet. Trusted her.

But she wanted her fifteen minutes.

Now she’s standing in front of me outside a café in Monaco, sunglasses on, voice trembling.

“Lewis— I didn’t mean for it to blow up like this—”

“You gave someone information that wasn’t yours to give.” I told her. “You told someone who couldn’t keep their mouth shut. And now we’re all paying the price.”

Her arms cross. “She told me. I didn’t steal anything.”

“She told you because she trusted you. You were her only friend. You knew how much that meant to her—especially after she moved here to Monaco so we could be together. You were her family here,” I snap. “And now you’ve helped turn her grief into tabloid bait.”

She tries to speak, but I’m already walking away.

There’s nothing left to say.

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One Year Later – Your POV

It’s different now.

Still tender in places, like a scar that aches when the rain comes. But you’re stronger.

You live in Monaco. Not with Lewis. Not exactly apart, either. Something between closeness and space.

You talk often.

You see each other sometimes.

When the silence gets too loud.

There’s a picture frame on your nightstand.

A sonogram, faded at the corners.

You don’t look at it every day anymore.

But you don’t hide it either.

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Lewis’s POV

I see her again in Italy.

One year after the leak. After the storm.

I’m in Ferrari red, hair longer now, a little more gray at the temples.

She’s at the back of the paddock. Not hiding. Not flaunting either.

Just… there.

Like she belongs.

I smile when I see her.

She smiles back.

And for a second, the noise fades again.

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Flashback – Your POV (New Year’s Eve, Again)

He was laughing when you said yes.

You were both a little drunk. A little reckless. A little in love.

And it wasn’t a mistake.

Not even close.

It was messy. Beautiful. Real.

Even if it didn’t last forever.

Even if it’s still unwritten.

Even if it still aches.

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Monaco, Present Day– Your POV

You meet on the balcony.

Sun low. Ocean golden.

Lewis sets two mugs down.

“I kept this mug,” he says.

You smile. “I know.”

He looks at you.

“You think there’s still something here?”

You meet his eyes.

“I think there’s always been something here.”

And then — soft, not a promise, not a goodbye — you lean into him.

Your forehead rests against his.

And for a moment, it feels like hope.

Like maybe, just maybe…

…there’s more to come.

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Epilogue – Two Years Later

Monaco mornings are quieter now. Softer.

The sea is still the same, the air still carries the scent of salt and jasmine, but the energy in the apartment has changed. It’s fuller. Brighter.

You hum quietly as you move through the kitchen, a small set of footsteps padding behind you.

“Can I help?”

Nova’s voice is gentle — still sleepy — as she pulls at the hem of your shirt. Her curls bounce with every step, one hand holding onto her favorite stuffed animal, the other reaching for a spoon that’s way too big for her.

You crouch down and kiss her forehead. “Of course, baby. You’re my best helper.”

She beams, climbing onto the little stool Lewis built last spring, and begins to stir the batter with all the focus in the world.

From the hallway, you hear the sound of the shower turning off. Lewis appears moments later, toweling off his hair, wearing one of those faded team shirts you secretly stole from him years ago.

He leans against the doorway and watches you both.

“Smells like trouble in here,” he teases.

Nova giggles. “It’s pancakes!”

“Ah. Even more dangerous.”

He crosses the kitchen, kisses you first, then ruffles her hair.

“Mommy got me this mug,” he says softly, picking up the one with the chipped handle. “For New Year’s, right after we got married.”

Nova smile. “Really? It must be really old then.”

That makes you guys laugh.

You all sit together — the three of you — the balcony door open, sun spilling in, laughter filling the room.

It wasn’t the path either of you expected. It wasn’t perfect.

But it’s yours.

And as Nova curls up on the couch later that night, her head on Lewis’s chest, you find yourself whispering the same words you said under those fairy lights years ago.

“I do.”

In the end, those unexpected vows drove us both to get our happy ending.

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