#and i didn't bother editing them before pasting them here and posting

[journey-to-the-attic]

s4 (jtta-ified)

i received an ask about how i might redo s4 in the lieu of how i redid s1 for jtta, but then i ended up losing the ask (i got duplicates of it for some reason and accidentally deleted the original ask as well), so i’m putting my response here in its own post--

if i was going to write a full-length sequel to jtta, this’d probably be its plot - though there'd be a bunch of like bonus one shots to fill the space between too. since i’ve already had these notes accumulating for a while, i’ve got enough detail here that i could reasonably turn it into an actual fic? essentially i’m saying that it’s no longer a impossibility, so i guess you could ignore this if you wanted to go into a potential sequel blind - but it’s also not definitely going to happen, so keep that in mind

unlike jtta, which still followed all of the plot beats of s1, i'm basically reinventing the new s4 characters and forming my own narrative around them entirely, so this is mainly free of s4 spoilers i think?? i still haven’t actually caught up, so if any of this is massively contradicting to canon... well, what else is new haha

!!long post ahead!!

s4 brings up the issue of demons in the devildom not agreeing with diavolo's policy and disliking the exchange program, but this comes out of nowhere and isn't brought up at all in previous seasons (as far as i remember)

not to mention it wouldn't fit in with what the r.a.d. is like in jtta

so instead:

the r.a.d. is populated by demons from the main devildom city, the residents of which are what you'd call modern/progressive demons. they're not necessarily young, they're just open-minded as a result of living close to the centre of the devildom's cultural development (which, before diavolo being placed in charge, was extremely slow, but has been accelerating since he became acting ruler)

to these folk, they consider the old king's rule obsolete, and diavolo is their king as far as they're concerned

so students at the r.a.d. are largely supportive of diavolo and his plan to unite the three realms (though they don't all necessary think it'll work), and most are at least neutral if not positive on the exchange program

however, the main city and the r.a.d.'s students only make up about 35% of the devildom's population, the rest of which is largely spread out in more rural settings

this larger chunk of the demon population still thinks of diavolo's dad as their true king, and is the one that disapproves of diavolo's uniting-the-three-worlds plan - you could consider them the devildom's version of old-fashioned conservative folk

once diavolo is made aware of this, he immediately begins plans to help change their minds

this is all very simplified, but basically he invites solomon, luke, simeon and ik back for another exchange year (they accept), and also extends an open invitation to the r.a.d. to all of that old-fashioned population

this is how om mephistopheles comes into the plot - here, he's part of this old-fashioned population, didn't previously attend the r.a.d., and only starts when he accepts diavolo's invitation. he's also the only one that does so

(he's considered a noble because, in the devildom, being noble just means that you're above a certain age and were associated with the old king's court, not including those who were just employed there)

(mephistopheles only came into the picture fairly late into the old king's rule, so didn't know him well, and subsequently is a little more open-minded than the demons he lives around - but not by a lot)

raphael comes in because he ends up joining simeon and luke, ostensibly just because he was curious about the devildom, but in actuality it was because the high council wanted him to keep an eye on things

especially on simeon, who's been very out-spoken about the celestial realm's issues ever since he returned from the first exchange program, as well as ik, who's been mentioned by simeon and luke a lot

and thirteen reaches out to diavolo after hearing through the grapevine about the exchange program starting again - because she's curious about the human who died and came back to life, being a reaper who deals in life and death

so that's the set up!

the main plot is that diavolo is working to garner more acceptance from that rural devildom population with the exchange students as spokespeople - mostly the original four, but he does get raphael and thirteen involved too

there's one sub-plot for each new character, which each also has some of the side characters involved, since they don't get as much spotlight in jtta

also, my version of simeon's s4 subplot would basically just be this: he's even more disillusioned with the celestial realm now than he was after the war, he's attempting to make changes to make it less of the not-great-place that it is, and the high council doesn't like that

it's not quite as serious as in the original (i'm pretty sure it involves the ring of light from s2, which isn't a factor in our version, since s2's events didn't happen), but it's still a running plot thread

the brothers are still present throughout all of this, but act more as helpers and advice-givers - since their primary arcs were all in jtta, their arcs in this plot are most background running ones

the subplots intersect with each other and the main plot, and they come in chunks for all three parties, but for efficiency's sake we'll just summarise each character's plot line separately

mephistopheles' subplot:

starts first: he arrives at the r.a.d. and has extreme culture shock because of how used to his traditionalist home environment he is

he still admires diavolo, but more subtly and also more subconsciously than in canon

behaves quite standoffishly with students who try to befriend him, doesn't make a lot of friends right off the bat, kind of hates his experience for the first few weeks

the first demon he befriends is actually wiz - who kind of speaks his whole high-class language and so is able to communicate with him, and so he joins the newspaper club

right off the bat: he and jtta mephisto do not like each other

they have completely contradictory personalities and principles, and mephistopheles wants to be a serious club while mephisto's all about the wacky joke papers

and of course they also don't like that they share a name

(normally this isn't possible, but with mephisto's backstory, the rule of each demon's name having to be unique because of magic stuff doesn’t apply to him)

mephistopheles's arc involves him moving past his ingrained prejudices against change and the other two realms, letting go of the idea of 'more magic power = superior', and beginning to use his noble position among those old fashioned demonfolk as a force for progress

(those folk respect him because he was associated with the old king)

another theme in mephistopheles' arc would be a sort of impostor syndrome - he enjoys the respect he gets from his peers where he's from, which is partly why he acts so haughty, but he also feels deep down that he doesn't deserve it

because 1. he actually believes more in diavolo as a ruler than the old king, and 2. he never actually met the old king in person

mephistopheles also slowly recognises that being a passive listener in the very archaic and often harmful views of the demons around him is pretty bad, even if he doesn't usually actively engage in it

diavolo gets involved in this arc - and, whether or not this ends up in romantic territory, so does our mephisto

they're both linked to the time before diavolo taking the throne, but mephisto's moved forward and is doing his own loony thing, while mephistopheles is still partially stuck in the past and on traditional values

because he's older, mephisto is also a representation of the fact that mephistopheles shouldn't go along with the prejudice just because he was 'bOrN In a DIffEreNt tImE', because mephisto was around for arguably even worse times, and has turned out fine by now anyway

and it's always better late than never to become a better person

so over time mephisto essentially grabs mephistopheles by the hair and YANKS him out of that comfortable, prejudice-complicit shell

(which would eventually end in either them just being friendly rivals, or mephistopheles gaining a massive crush and then them becoming tentative boyfriends)

anyway mephisto is what gets mephistopheles out of that shell, but ik and diavolo help him actually recognise, adjust, and settle into life outside it

diavolo because he's the guy mephistopheles looks up to, so he begins following his example of always being eager to learn about new cultures, putting kindness first, etc

ik because she's part of the group that mephistopheles' old-fashioned peers dislikes, and is a shining example of the fact that humans are actually pretty great and there is literally no reason for the grudge being held against her race

as a combination they help convince mephistopheles that change is possible and also desirable

(ik also serves as a link for mephistopheles to get to know the other exchange students, so overall he gets to make more friends that see him as equals, rather than just having acquaintances who only respect him because of his very loose connection to some old dude)

thirteen's subplot (though i talk more about lore than plot here haha)

technically starts around the same time as mephistopheles' subplot, but doesn't really begin in earnest until later

we’re not told a lot about what reapers are, or much about thirteen, so i’ll be making stuff up again as per usual

reapers as a species are descended from demons, but have evolved to be distinct from demonkind because 1. they lack the ability to make pacts, 2. they don’t have a demon form, and 3. they cannot create offspring using the dark matter in the third layer

reapers are created with a similar process, though - just with vivus wax rather than dark matter

vivus wax is also what their candles are made of; additionally, rather than being something used to control death, the reapers’ candles are used to observe the processes of life and death instead, and any conscious being can have a candle

one being can also have multiple candles, if multiple reapers are interested in observing them, and you aren’t going to die if a candle of yours is put out while you’re still alive

reapers can tell the difference between a candle that’s gone out because its being has died and a candle that’s been blown out because its reaper got bored of it; in the former case, they’ll often save the wax to study

what exactly the burning and the wax tells the reapers is unbeknownst to anyone but them, as they’re quite secretive about their practices (all that’s known is that it doesn’t give them information on you as a person, but rather something less tangible about the way life persists and then disappears)

not all reapers will have candles to observe, but most do, since as a species they’re inherently given to studying death (though no one knows why)

some reapers (known as underground reapers) live in cave systems around the edges of the sixth layer of hell - the one where the underground tomb is located - and are responsible for managing any punished souls imprisoned there

some reapers also live among the demons in the devildom, and they’re generally considered underground reapers as well

some reapers (known as earthly reapers) live in the human world, similar to sorcerers and witches; some will be integrated into human society (like grisella), whereas others prefer to live remotely and observe from afar (like solomon)

demons and reapers are traditionally rivals, as are witches and sorcerers (witches are traditionally allied with reapers, and sorcerers with demons)

so you’ve got an already instinctive/pre-established rivalry between thirteen and all the demons, and also a sort-of one with solomon based on both their past and the fact that they’re associated with different ‘sides’

thirteen is considered an underground reaper at the time of joining the exchange program, but that’s actually quite a recent development; up until about five years ago, she was an earthly reaper, and was one of the sort that mingled with humans and lived among them

so she and solomon serve as sort of foils to one another; thirteen, despite being a reaper, is actually more well-acquainted with modern humanity than solomon, the actual human

in the beginning, thirteen’s having a sort of conflict of identity, which is the reason she went from being an earthly reaper to an underground reaper in the first place; essentially she began to become fully aware of death’s effects on humans, how destructively some would grieve, and of just how much death creatures will inflict on each other, sometimes for no reason

as a reaper whose very existence is essentially rooted in death, it made her question her own origins, and whether there was something inherently wrongful about her species’ most basic interest for humans to fear it so much

so she joins the exchange program out of interest in asking ik about her own experience with death, having heard about an odd phenomenon from a few reapers who had a candle for her where they remembered watching the flame go out, but saw that it was still burning whenever they went back to check it

thirteen’s arc involves two things: primarily it’s developing and resolving that identity conflict, and she also plays a role in some secondary ripples involving ik

(essentially something happens that makes ik relapse a little, making it apparent that she’s still not really recovered from her own death and the existential aspects of her revival; thirteen would be the best equipped character to help her with this - along with someone else, but that’s spoilers for some future jtta stuff)

another less focal part of her arc is based on that whole traditional witches + reapers vs sorcerers + demons rivalry, relating to mephistopheles’ arc and the idea that what is old isn’t necessarily right, and that you’re supposed to judge based on the individual and not the population

there’s also some stuff based on the idea that a lot of reapers find it difficult to actually consider individuals as living beings with active existences - as in, being used to studying them based on candles that don’t tell them anything about them as people, they forget that said people exist uniquely

raphael's subplot:

probably the most underutilised so far in canon, not because he doesn't get screentime, but because he's set up with so much potential for conflict that isn't really used - i.e. him being a hitman for the celestial realm

so it's established very early on that raphael might be a danger to ik, because simeon’s aware of why he’s joined the exchange program alongside him and luke

he pulls ik aside pretty much immediately after she and raphael are introduced, and warns her to keep her guard up

his own subplot is integrated into raphael's in this case, and since it's less monumental than it (presumably) is in canon, he's not hiding it as much

it's fairly clear to anyone who pays attention that there's tension between simeon and the authorities of the celestial realm, there just isn't a lot of explicit conversation about it

so raphael's plot line is more passive for the first half of the main plot: it's mostly just a drip-feed of him being distant from everyone that isn't luke or simeon (and even then he's still kind of distant from them), plus hints that he's possibly up to no good

but, over the course of this, raphael is also slowly being dragged into befriending more folks because he has ik as a mutual friend

past the halfway point there comes more significant moments of reflection from raphael, as he begins to look past his orders from the high council and starts just living a comfy and friendly life in the devildom

eventually he talks to simeon and tells him the full extent of his orders from the high council of the celestial realm

basically it's this: keep an eye on simeon, keep an eye on who's influencing him, keep an eye on who he's influencing, and do as you see fit to if you detect a major threat. if simeon goes too far, bring him back alive.

and raphael's kind of like "i don't think anyone's a major threat, so i'm not going to do anything, but technically i'm still following my orders, right?"

and simeon basically replies "attaboy raphael, i knew you had it in you to question our home realm's questionable authorities"

the main big conflict of this whole story would be related to raphael’s arc in particular (whereas thirteen and mephistopheles’ arcs just equip them to help out)

whether or not it actually happens, the conflict would involve the possibility of some kind of celestial civil war, which gives us a whole bunch of good character fodder for both the angels and the brothers (given their own experiences with the original war)

i won’t go into too much detail on it, though - since 1. i haven’t actually fully fleshed it out yet, and 2. if i do write out this fic, i’d want this conflict in particular to not be spoiled

raphael’s arc would also involve some looks into the whole angels = good and demons = bad thing; he starts out believing that demons are inherently evil, but also doesn’t extend this view to the brothers, since he still largely sees them as the angels he knew

ik (plus luke and simeon) get him to confront this hypocrisy, and this relates back to the whole judge by individuals not species thing again

there’d also be some looks into where the angels = good and demons = bad thing came from in the first place

some other miscellaneous stuff:

the side characters (royals + purgatrio) would be having ongoing arcs based on their development from jtta, since unlike the brothers their arcs aren’t concrete enough to have a final resolution by the end of the first year, and their arcs are what tie them into the new trio’s subplots

the arc themes would be: diavolo + change, barbatos + duty in relation to his powers and what he can and can’t do, solomon + his identity as a human, luke + deciding what’s right and wrong in comparison to what he’s grown up learning, and simeon + the past and confronting the flaws of the angelic hierarchy he’s been complicit in

i’d want to have ik’s dad take a more active role in the story this time, since ik needs to have her own overall arc throughout the fic as the main character, and reconciling her properly with her dad seems to be the natural next step after her arc in jtta

of course they’ve taken steps since ik returned from the first exchange year, but the fact that ik agreed to be away for another whole year in the first place is telling as to the fact that her relationship with her dad is still at least a little distant

i don’t think zhao would come to the devildom as well, but he’d definitely be in regular contact and/or visit

there’d be an arc involving a visit to the human world where thirteen gets to meet ik’s aunt lisa, and then i get to bring back adam and jack from the satan arc for a cameo (possibly also ethan, sophia and noah?)

the brothers aren’t delegated to being background characters or anything - they also get involved in the subplots, plus have sorta group secondary arcs of their own

like i’ve mentioned before, it’s not a bad thing inherently to bring back satan and lucifer’s conflict, since it’s definitely not completely solved by their initial arc - it’s just that they kind of rehash it rather than really develop it more each time they do

so if there was a secondary arc involving it, it wouldn’t be the focal point - rather, i think it’d intersect with ik and her dad reconciling as well as some more general development for lucifer regarding his treatment of his brothers

we’d get to see more actual belpheroth developments on-screen (so to speak), since roth would be involved in belphie’s secondary arc relating from everything with him in jtta

building on that, we’d have him involved in an arc with zhao, since ik doesn’t tell him what belphie did to her, and then this arc would also involve barbatos, diavolo and thirteen

as for all the events that lead to the developments and arcs i’ve mentioned - they’d probably mostly be original, but i might borrow some plot points from s2-4, or maybe even a few pop quizzes??

[tojisbbg]

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

❝and i know that i've been the worst, but i love you better.❞  

♡ toji fushiguro ♡

a/n: need him to fill all of my holes asap! 🥰 also, two posts in one day?!

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: ex!toji fushiguro x fem!reader, age gap!! (reader is 23 and toji is 31), smutty smut (lolol), not edited.

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it's the middle of december, the air was crispy cold outside and despite begging your landlord to put the heater on blast in your apartment; your king-sized bed always felt like an ice plate.

of course, the size of the bed was intended to be shared with another human being. your boyfriend— well, now ex-boyfriend; toji. however, the breakup between you both was sudden, ending a little bit before thanksgiving.

this was the first time in three years that you've gone back to your parent's house for the holidays without toji. it was dreadful, having to distance yourself from nosy relatives who were bombarding you with questions about where your boyfriend was.

not having the energy or heart within you to explain the whole story, you gave them the excuse that he was working on thanksgiving. it was the most believable excuse you could come up with, as your boyfriend was quite much older than you, by eight years to be precise.

of course, your parents were strictly against your relationship at first, but, just as how toji was able to charm himself into your heart, it didn't take much longer until your parents would give in and melt. toji was mature, charming and he knew how to handle you.

you both loved to spend the holidays together, not to mention that his birthday overlapped during new years. now, you're only looking forward to forgetting the vast memories of him, which continue to haunt you this rough winter season.

you were trying to find the perfect position to fall asleep in, but, your room was so cold that it made it hard for you to concentrate on sleep. it was snowing outside, and the landlord clearly didn't give a single flying fuck about your comfort.

after a few minutes of fighting with yourself, you finally could feel your eyes grow heavy with sleep. it wouldn't be long until you could hear your bedroom door crack open, eyebrows pinching in confusion.

you couldn't tell if you were hallucinating or almost about to get kidnapped or murdered in the comforts of your own house.

your heart began to thump in your chest, feeling scared minute by minute as you could hear the heavy footsteps of the figure approach your bed. you regretted everything, you wanted toji by your side to protect you from whatever monster stood in front of your body, to hold you tight in his arms to keep you warm like every year because he knew that you get cold easily.

you missed toji.

suddenly, the blanket tucked under your back and butt got lifted before there was a dip in the bed behind you. a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist, followed by the familiar scent of the cologne and body wash that is engraved into your brain.

"toji?" you mustered up the courage to call out the name you prayed to god for. he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, and just by feeling the rough skin of his lip scar on your flesh, you knew that it was him.

"it's just me, i'm here." he mumbled into your skin before pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder.

"why are you here?" you sighed, not even bothering to tell him to stop his ministrations of kissing your nape and rubbing his hands on your hips.

"had a feeling that you were cold." toji answered in a gruff voice before yawning.

"you know we can't-"

"go to sleep, y/n. we'll talk about it tomorrow." he cut you off before scooping your body closer to his. if it weren't for the fact that this was by far the warmest you've felt in your own bed within these past two weeks, maybe you would've screamed at him before kicking him out.

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you were grateful to whoever proposed the idea that college student should get long breaks for christmas. it was still pretty early in the morning, maybe around six in the morning? you were warm and tucked away into toji's chest the entire night as you both peacefully slumbered.

you stirred awake when you felt disconnected from his touch, forcing an eye open to see that toji turned to face the other way; leaving you could and abandoned. you whined in annoyance, scooting over to him as you tugged on his shirt. toji, who was snoring in deep sleep, groaned from the gentle shakes.

"hm?" he hummed, eyes still closed, but he was half-awake now.

"cold." you briefly said, making him let out a deep sigh.

"come here." toji replied with a groggy voice as he opened his arms to invite you into his embrace once again. you snuggled closer to him as he hugged you tight.

yet, it seemed like that wasn't enough.

you kept fidgeting in his arms, continuing to either tighten your hold on his large and beefy figure and rolling more into him until you finally rolled on top of him. you were literally holding onto him like a koala.

"jesus, i'm not going anywhere, you brat." toji groaned, feeling your weight on his body. you sat up, now straddling his waist, letting out an annoyed huff. toji decided to watch you pout through his half-lidded eyes.

suddenly, you began to take off your shirt and the hello kitty printed pajama pants you wore, roughly throwing them on them floor. toji's eyes widened as you were now sitting on top of him, half-naked.

you gave him a small glare before pointing at his t-shirt and sweats.

"off. now." you demanded, getting off of toji as you watched him sit up with his bed messy hair. he obliged to your command, not finding the energy to argue back with you or ask any questions this early in the morning.

the man just wanted to go back to sleep.

so, toji did as you said, taking off all his clothes until he was left only in his boxers. you took a minute to soak in the sight of his godly sculpted body as he slipped back into the covers.

without any hesitation, you threw yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. it took everything in you to not moan out in bliss as the skin to skin touch between you two immediately transmitted his body warmth to you.

toji's body was perfect for hugging during any season, especially winter time. he was like a giant and beefy teddy bear to cuddle with, his body being a natural furnace.

without thinking, you rubbed your body onto his, unknowingly grinding on his crotch. toji's breath hitched, feeling his cock harden even more than before when he saw your half-naked glory after two weeks.

"feels so warm, toji." you mumbled, pressing yourself into him as your face was buried into the crook of his neck. toji ran his fingers on the back of your thighs, while his other hand rested on top of your ass.

"yeah? i could make you feel even warmer." he smirked, bucking his hips a little up to make you feel his erection. you gasped, feeling his cock throb below your pussy, the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers not providing much of a barrier.

"t-toji.." you stammered, cheeks growing warmer against the flesh of his chest. his skin smelled like bare vanilla with a mix of cologne, it was almost intoxicating.

"shh... let me please you, sweetheart." toji softly whispered, a strong arm curling against your waist while he turned to his side, gently laying you on the bed. you were now facing the wall with toji behind you, his hands sneaking up back before unclasping your bra.

with one swift motion, your bra joined the rest of the heap of clothes scattered on the floor. toji's hand found its way to your tits, groping them as you let out a whimper.

"haven't seen these pretty tits in so long. can i give them a little kiss, darling?" he sweetly asked, your mind fogged up with nothing but the thought of toji. nonetheless, you nodded your head as you leaned a little back.

toji lifted his head before leaning forwards to give each of your nipples a kiss. the contact of his soft lips and your sensitive hard buds was enough to drive you off the edge. but, knowing toji, he's one playful man.

without a warning, he latched his mouth onto your tits. his warm tongue swirled around your swollen bud as he suckled on your nipple.

"mhmm... toji." you moaned, your hands stroking his hair as he sucked and kissed the flesh of your tits until it left purplish hickeys on your skin.

with one final kiss on the valley between your tits, he went back to his original position. toji relaxed behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. he noticed how you were trying to discretely rub your thighs together to create some kind of friction that would grant you the relief your aching pussy needed.

"need something, y/n?" toji teased, but you were too stubborn to give in. toji's fingers were freely roaming all over your body, from dancing on your spine to rubbing your hips and ass.

"n-no." you stammered, desperately wishing for him to plunge his fingers or cock inside your cunt right now. toji's fingers played with the waistband of your panties.

"hm? you sure? seems like you need something... or rather, this sweet little pussy of yours need something from me, no?" he spoke in a husky voice, the tips of his fingers gently rubbing your pussy on top of your panties. your breath hitched, feeling him press on your clothed clit before tracing the outline of your slit. there was a visible wet patch created from your slick, making toji smirk.

"so wet for me. you missed me, didn't you?" toji asked, but you were too focused on his movements. the lack of response made him a little upset, so he gently pinched the plush flesh of your thigh to get your attention.

"oww!" you winced in pain, looking over your shoulder to throw him a glare.

"i asked you a question, baby. don't ya know it's rude to not answer your boyfriend?" he snickered, making you roll your eyes at his justification.

"ex-boyfriend." you corrected him, making him scoff.

"oh, is that so? so you'd let your ex-boyfriend play with this pretty pussy of yours, hm? slut yourself out for him? talk to me, sweetheart." toji's hand slipped inside your panties, his middle finger sinking into your wet folds. your eyes rolled back as he rubbed your sopping wet pussy at a pleasurable pace, the words in your throat getting stuck.

"f-fuck." you moaned out, feeling toji draw circles on your throbbing clit. you swallowed harshly, as toji began to rub your clit at a pretty face pace before slowing down and sliding his fingers down to your pulsating hole.

toji shoved two of his fingers inside without a warning, making a whimper escape your lips. he was unforgiving, scissoring his long and thick digits in and out of your hole at a cruel rhythm; stretching your hole.

"nghh~ feels so good!" you panted like a bitch in heat, feeling the familiar knot forming in your lower stomach. toji felt your walls clamping on his fingers, a small smirk etching on his lips as he added onto your pleasure by rubbing your clit with his thumb.

your eyes rolled back, shutting your thighs around his wrists as a shaky hand came down to halt his movements.

"t-too much." you squealed, vision becoming blurry as you couldn't even form coherent sentences.

"you could take it, baby." toji encouraged, prying your legs open with his free hand as he gave you the most jaw dropping orgasm just from simple foreplay.

you saw white, creaming on his fingers as you let out a guttural moan.

"that's it, there you go, pretty." he cooed, helping your calm down from your orgasm as you tried to snap back into reality.

"holy shit." you breathed out, now laying on your back as you turned your head to face toji and look at him through half-lidded eyes.

you took note of the details that were already carved inside your brain of the man who owned your heart and soul. his beautiful ebony locks that always seemed dishevealed yet so soft to your touch; smelling like your shampoo because he's too lazy to get his own. his sharp grey eyes that always tease you. the supple fat of his cheek that he swore he'd get rid off but always rethinks his decision every time you pinch or bite them. his plump lips that kiss you stupid even if they're a little chapped sometimes because he's a little forgetful.

and of course, your favorite feature, the scar on the corner of his lip that you love to kiss because it's unique to him.

this was the man that you were so madly in love with, toji fushiguro. you fought wars to be with him, to get approval from your strict family, because he was an older man. but, not once have you ever regretted your decision.

to which, you were now thinking, was the reason that caused you both to break up even worth it?

"missed you." a shy glimmer graced your eyes as you mumbled those two words, catching toji's attention. he gave you a boyish smile, grazing his thumb along your bottom lip.

"yeah?" toji huskily chuckled, making you nod as you lifted yourself up before climbing on top of him. your disheaveled hair curtained his face as you leaned down to finally press your lips on him. the kiss was needy and messy, feeling toji push your head further towards him, his tongue sucking and biting your bottom lip.

you let out a whimper, opening your mouth to grant the wet muscle permission to explore the caverns of your mouth. you unintentionally began to grind your hips on his hard bulge, the wet patch on your cotton panties now dampening the front of his boxers.

toji let out a gruff groan, his hand going down to caress the supple fatty flesh of your ass before giving it a small spank, making you jolt.

you gave a tender kiss on the side of his mouth where his scar was before kissing along the outline of his sharp jaw. your wet kisses moved down to his neck as you sucked purplish bruises on his skin, all while he was groping your ass and thighs.

your mouth was practically drooling at the thought of having your boyfri— ex-boyfriend's cock inside your mouth again. you eagerly tugged down his boxers, his hard dick springing out and slapping his lower stomach.

toji was so incredibly manly, his body was gorgeous; as if the greek gods themselves scultped him. it was no use of denying the fact that you loved beefy men who could crush you in seconds with their body weight. toji was fit, his pecs were defined yet so soft; his toned abs and muscular biceps— don't forget those killer thighs and back muscles as well.

the cute happy trail leading down to the monsterous rod in his pants, which you clearly missed so dearly. you watched how his cock throbbed, the two twin veins that ran on the side of his shaft were a little swollen and his tip was red and angry from neglect; drooling with his sticky precum.

you wrapped your fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly before thumbing his tip, spreading the bead of his precum as toji groaned.

his thumb came down to brush against your lips before intruding to part them. he bit his lips, the pads of his finger feeling the wet muscle in your mouth. you licked a stripe up his shaft, starting from the base until the tip.

"fuck you're so pretty, sweetheart." a grunt left his lips, and before you knew it, the mushroom head of his cock was right in front of your lips. he rubbed the tip on your lips, the wet feeling of his precum smearing on them. you slightly opening your mouth, slowly licking the tip as you got a taste of him.

you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking on it like candy before deepthroating as much of his cock as your mouth could take. it was almost impossible to suck and fuck the entire length of toji's dick because he was a good eight inches at least.

but, nonetheless, you tried your best to take as much in and let your hands do what was left out.

not giving you much time, toji grabbed the sides of your head before slamming his hips up into your mouth as his patience was running thin, making you gag. it seemed that all the self-control that he maintained so well all this time has completely vanished by now.

his moves were animalistic, starved and desparate.

toji began to thrust into your mouth, feeling the flesh of your cheek welcome his cock. your tongue dragged up and down his shaft, sucking in the shear length of his cock whenever he was forcing it down your throat. the twin veins grazing against the walls of your throat and against the surface of your tongue.

"you're gonna feel me exactly here." he commented with a smirk, his hand coming to your neck to slightly squeeze the area he was speaking about. he grabbed your hand before placing it on that place, then he took a hold of both sides of your cheeks.

with one long and deep thrust, he kept his word and you felt the bulge on your throat where his cock was lodged in. tears welled in your eyes, your throat burned both from the friction of his dick and the lack of oxygen.

but toji just wanted to see how long you'd last before tapping out. of course, he has no intention in killing you, but he wants to test your limits.

he continued to rut his hips, drool trickling down his cock as you choked and gagged, trying so hard to control those reflexes. but to toji, it felt like heaven because every time the muscles in your mouth and throat contracted, it hugged his cock in such a welcoming way.

"so close." he moaned out, eyes rolling back as his dick twitched inside the wet hole of your mouth that he ruthlessly fucked. you tried to breath through your nose, but it was getting a little difficult.

you felt the rush of warm liquid fill your mouth before sliding down your throat, opening your screwed shut eyes to glance up at toji. on the other hand, his eyes were closed tightly, breathing becoming erratic as he groaned in pleasure.

you tapped his thighs aggresively, wanting him to pull out before you lose your senses. he listened, taking his cock out of your mouth as you sat on your knees completely breathless. you coughed a couple of times, holding your throat as you rubbed it from the aching pain you felt.

your eyes were red and cheeks were stained with the tears that stained your rosy cheeks, eyelashes wet from it as well. you lifted your head to face him, seeing how flushed his face was as sweat coated his forehead. your eyes trailed south, seeing his cock dripping with your saliva and his cum.

"fucking asshole, you almost killed me." you said in between your breaths, glaring at him and he chuckled. leaning closer to your trembling body as he sat up, toji gently kissed your earlobe, making you shudder.

"had to make sure my little princess wasn't going around sucking other people's dick. i trained your throat pretty well, huh? but now i gotta check if this little cunt of yours has been loyal too." toji snickered, turning your body around in the position of reverse cowgirl.

you yelped once you felt him hook his forearms on the back of your knees, before pushing it up until it was besides your chest. your legs were now spread wide open as toji put you in a full nelson, his cock rubbing between your wet folds, nudging your clit as some points.

"put it in, baby." toji encouraged, pressing soft kisses to your temple. your hand went down to grab the shaft of his cock, giving it a few pumps before rubbing it on your sopping wet pussy to lubricate it. as his tip got caught in your hole, you gently and slowly began to enter the inches of his monster cock.

"ngh~ fuck, it's so big." you winced in pain, forgetting how painful the stretch of toji's cock was. it didn't matter how many times he fucked you dumb on his dick, your pussy would always be too tight for his thick meat.

"but you took it like a good girl, didn't you?" he praised, planting his feet on the bed before thrusting up into you. you moaned loudly, feeling his cock rubbing your wet walls so deliciously. the squealching sound of your pussy was pornographic.

"this pussy is mine— fuck, none of those stupid college boys could ever fuck you like i could. you're mine and only mine." toji moaned, his thrusts getting faster as his balls smacked against your ass, your hand coming down to rub your clit.

"hnghh, only yours. please! ahh~ feels so good." you were delirious, eyes rolling back from pleasure as you began to see white. your thighs were shaking as toji's thrusts began to get sloppy.

his cock twitched inside your hole, a ring of white cream already forming at the base of his dick from how much your pussy leaked on him, coating his balls in a shear white gloss.

the sticky shlick shlick sound echoed through the four walls of your shared room. tears pricked your eyes as you could feel the huge wave of your orgasm coming at you as your stomach began to tighten.

toji could sense that you're getting close, your walls clamping down on him as the tip of his dick kissed your cervix with each thrust. you turned your head to side, catching his lips in a messy and saliva filled kiss.

you both moaned into each other's mouth, cries of pleasure leaving your lips as you gushed on his cock.

"f-fuck, it's too much!" you mewled, feeling overstimulated as toji fucked you thrugh your orgasm.

"you could take it, gonna breed this pussy. maybe i'll fuck a baby into you, yeah?" toji panted and you were so cock drunk that you mindlessly nodded your head.

"yes, yes, please— fuck, give me a baby." you whimpered, and your voice was so sultry that toji came so hard inside your cunt. the thick and sticky ropes of his cum coated your walls as you shuddered from the warm feeling of being filled up with his cum.

his cock slid out, your hole being creampied to the brim as both of your cum began to gush out of your cunt. you rolled off of him, now laying besides toji as you both tried to catch your breath.

"i love you, y/n." toji confessed, turning his head to the side to look at you. that soft and lovesick expression painted on his flushed face made your heart jump.

you gave him a gentle smile, scooting closer to him before wrapping your arms and legs around him, pressing a tender kiss on his lips.

"i love you too, toji. i'm sorry for everything, i was just so angry and frustrated because it felt like forever that we've spent time together. i-i.... i got insecure and thought that you found someone better than me." your face dropped in sadness, a lump forming in your throat as you tried your best to not break into tears. toji frowned upon hearing your words before stroking your cheek.

"and why the hell would you ever think that?" he questioned and you shrugged.

"i know i'm a little immature sometimes, but i really do love you. i just don't want you to get tired of me and find a woman you're age who's more mature. you know how badly people talked about us before and still do." you sighed, making toji scoff.

"fuck those people, you're mine and i'm yours. no one could ever change that, got that princess? those few weeks i got a little busy because i was working long hours to book a flight to venice for us to spend christmas together." toji smiled, making your eyes widen in shock.

"no way." you gasped, but he grinned and nodded his head, making you squeal in excitement.

"we leave next week." he informed, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. you hummed in response and hugged him tight.

"ugh, i missed my teddy bear so much... spent so many lonely nights sleeping alone." you complained, and toji rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

"my poor baby, how could i make it up to you?" he cooed.

"let me put my hello kitty stickers on your dick." you gave him a cheeky smile, making him narrow his eyes.

"naughty girl." toji snickered, his hand going down in a sly manner to grab his cock and without warning, he entered it inside your already swollen hole once again.

your breath hitched, feeling your boyfriend latch his mouth onto your nipple.

"my pretty princess." he mumbled, giving you a small wink before licking your nipple playfully.

toji couldn't wait to give you your surprise in venice, the small box resting nicely in his coat pocket.

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BONUS:

"tojiiiii~ toji! look!!" you ran from the hotel bathroom to the bed where your fiance laid down. his sharp grey eyes peered up at you in curiosity as you showed him your phone, the diamond on your ring finger shimmering under the hotel lighting.

"what am i looking at?" toji cocked an eyebrow, watching a girl having her face squished by a guy's bicep.

"i want you to do that to me." you gave him an innocent look, and toji smirked at your request. he laid his arm flat on the bed and ushered you to rest your face.

you did so and as toji flexed his arm, your cheeks got squished and forced your lips into a pout. toji chuckled at the adorable sight of you and leaned his head down to press a tender kiss on your pouted lips.

"gonna marry you and make you mine forever."

[luvvsessed]

Star Bound [M]

A series of oneshots in a fun space au.

-> It was only supposed to be a temporary stay with the infamous space pirates of The Halazia, but Wooyoung gets captured by the Space Guard and plans change. [masterlist]

Woosan x F!Reader [1st POV]

8,079 words

Genre: space pirate au, smut, romance, one shot, mdni

warnings under the cut

note: this is a oneshot out of a series of one shots in a space pirate au i wrote :) tried to edit this so the context would make sense since i won't post the full fic for reasons.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and in no way an attempt to be a true depiction of anyone. It’s just fun!

content: explicit content, smut, threesome, m/m content, dom!san, switch!wooyoung, anal sex, oral [f, m], use of butt plug, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex [no bueno], pet names, violence, murder, reference to past physical abuse, yeah

We arrived on Planet Nior before I even woke up in the morning, and I had to push away the sad feelings growing in my chest as I gathered my things. Hongjoong had pulled into a hanger that was being watched by someone he knew; someone who wouldn't out him to the Space Guard. As they discussed the day before, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were going to scope around some more information while Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho went and took care of getting supplies. Yunho and San were in charge of manning the ship, while Wooyoung would escort me into Yorwich.

"Oh, you don't have to do that..." I said softly, ignoring the annoying pangs in my chest. Wooyoung just waved me off.

"Please, I want to," he said with a grin and I could only smile at him.

I said my first goodbyes to San and Yunho, smiling when San and Wooyoung shared quick kisses before Wooyoung tugged my hand and pulled me away. As we got closer to Yorwich (it was a brief walk) Hongjoong and Seonghwa turned to go their separate ways from us.

"Thank you so much," I said as I bowed to the two men. "I appreciate it..." My voice wavered some and I forced myself to smile at them. If they noticed it, they didn't say anything.

"Take care of yourself," Hongjoong said while Seonghwa nodded.

"And work on your combat. You suck," he then added with a grin and I gave him the finger. "Like I said before, you couldn't handle me."

I rolled my eyes and shooed them away, a bitter smile on my face as the rest of us made our way to Yorwich. As we entered, the other pirates covered the bottom halves of their faces with masks, obviously in an attempt to hide their identities.

I said goodbye to Mingi, Yeosang and Jongho, the former two pulling me into a tight group hug while Jongho just ruffled my hair, only because he knew that would bother me. He laughed when I swatted his hand away. They went their way as well, leaving me with Wooyoung. I sighed.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked as he turned towards me. "Gonna make a life here, right?"

"I'm gonna try to," I answered as we walked into the bustling street. "I'll need to find a place to stay first, then find a job to keep me afloat until I can get my own place..."

Starting over... that wasn't easy. I felt Wooyoung grab my hand and give it a squeeze, and I could tell he was smiling at me even with his mask on.

"You'll be fine!"

We looked around some until we found a rather homey looking inn. We stood off to the side, the frown on my face deeper than ever as my chest started to tighten up.

"Well, I can always try here..." I said softly, voice trailing off as I looked at the ground. "Thanks for escorting me, Wooyoung..."

Wooyoung stared at me for a moment. "You really don't wanna leave, huh?" he asked, just as someone bumped into him. "Hey!"

"Oh, sorry..." the person with their hood up over their head apologized and scurried off. Wooyoung just huffed in annoyance, rubbing his arm a bit before he faced me again.

"Well?"

"Um," I shook my head. "I'm fine, Wooyoung. You should get back to the others."

I was lying, of course. I wasn't fine and I didn't want to leave... but I wasn't sure if they would want me as an official crewmate anyway. While Seonghwa was only teasing, I knew I sucked at combat and could barely hold a gun. I would be a burden.

Wooyoung just whined at my answer, pulling down his dark blue mask to show me his pout. "Fine, fine. I'll let you go."

I just laughed. "Don't be a baby. Besides, you'll have some treasure to look forward to."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, still pouty. "Fine... but you have to give me a kiss before you leave."

"Kiss your boyfriend," I said with an eye roll. "But I will kiss your cheek."

That seemed to make Wooyoung happy regardless so he slightly turned his face to give me his cheek. I laughed softly and stepped up to him.

"Thanks for being my friend, Wooyoung," I said softly before I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Except, at the last second he turned his head and my lips pressed against his, and I could feel him grinning.

"Wooyoung!"

"Come here." Was all he said before he pulled me in to kiss me again, and all thought left my mind as I kissed him back, hand gently touching his cheek.

"We'll meet again," Wooyoung whispered softly as he pressed his forehead against mine. "And San and I will have you." He sent me a smirk before he pulled his mask over his face.

Blushing furiously, I just playfully pushed him away. "Shut up and go!"

And he went, his infectious laughter echoing in my ears as I turned and walked into the Inn. I took a deep breath, ignoring how tight my chest felt, and walked inside.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung covered his face again as he walked through the crowded streets, looking for something to get for San. He was sad about the departure of his new friend, but it was what she wanted, so...

He stopped, shaking his head as his world started to spin, his vision starting to blur. He moved and put a hand up against a nearby wall just next to the entrance of a small alleyway. He just got dizzier and dizzier, stumbling over his feet.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Wooyoung heard a voice say, and why was that voice so familiar? Someone grabbed him, and Wooyoung would have pushed that person away, if his limbs didn't feel so damn heavy.

“I'm... fine...” he said weakly, now in the alleyway as two people flanked his sides. His vision was getting darker, his head pounding and his body feeling so, so heavy. He was so tired...

He fell to his knees, the last thing he hears before passing out the low, dark laughter of the men with hoods over their heads...

♡♡♡

Thankfully, the Inn we found was looking for a waitress to start working there, and if I was to take the job, I'd have a place to live as well. It almost seemed too good to be true, how everything just lined up so well, but I wasn't going to question a blessing.

I've escaped a terrible situation at home, only to find myself in the hands of an egotistical bastard who used fear and violence to control his crew. I would forever be thankful to Hongjoong and the others for sparing my life and taking me in when they raided his ship, and will forever cherish them even with our short time knowing each other.

I start working there at the Inn the following day, so I took the day to settle in and at least get to know a few people and the area. Hours went by and soon, the sun started to set and I was downstairs having dinner amongst the inn's patrons. There was chatter everywhere, and I mostly minded my business until the two men's conversation at the table next to me garnered my attention. As I listened, my blood went cold.

"Did you hear? I heard the Guard got hands on a pirate."

"What? No way!"

"Yeah! They are stationed at the North East hangar lot and have the pirate in custody."

"Oh shit... do you know who it was?"

"No clue... apparently someone from The Halazia crew. Can you believe it? Shows how no matter how notorious you may be, the Guard will always get you."

"No shit... I wonder who it was."

"I have no clue. Apparently he wore a dark blue mask to cover his face..."

My ears started to ring then, my eyes unfocusing as I gasped softly in shock.

"Wooyoung..."

♡♡♡

Hiding behind the pile of large crates, I took a few deep, calming breaths before I peaked over them, looking over at the large Space Guard ship docked away. It was now dark, Nior's two moons shining brightly in the sky and shining down on the hangar. There were new guards present, due to some taking a break inside the city before they set off to leave early in the morning. I overheard them talking about the "nasty" pirate they managed to capture, saying while it wasn't Captain Hongjoong, Wooyoung was still a premium grab, one that will get them brownie points with the higher ups.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and shook my head. Wooyoung was inside the ship, and while no one was around outside, I knew there would be guards inside. Clutching my bag tightly, I took in another deep breath before standing up. I knew I was probably being stupid and reckless, but I had to get Wooyoung out of there quickly.

So, carefully I made my way over towards the ship, being as quiet as I could. I took a few more steps, eyes going wide as suddenly, a hand clamps harshly over my mouth and I'm yanked back towards the crates. I yelped out in pain as my back hit against one, before that same hand covered my mouth again.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Hongjoong whispered harshly, his fingers digging into my face as he glared at me. Seonghwa stood behind him, staring hard at me with his pistol pulled and pointed right at my head.

"...What is going on here?" Seonghwa asked, his voice even and flat.

"Was this a trick?" Hongjoong then asked, pressing his hand harder against my face, his other hand pushing back on my shoulder. "Get us here so you can sell us out? We got worried when Wooyoung didn't come back to the ship on time and I had to find out from my fucking contact that he's been taken!"

I could feel the rage coming from Hongjoong's body as he glowers down at me, his usually bright eyes now cold and piercing. His hand left my mouth, only to wrap tightly around my throat.

"Answer me before I kill you."

I choked out a sob, quickly shaking my head as best as I could. "No! I-I was trying to find him!" I cried out, fingernails digging into Hongjoong's hand as I tried to pull him off me. "I'd never hurt him! Or anyone else on the crew!"

Hongjoong fixed me with another hard stare, his hand still tight around my neck. Tears were falling down my face, my face red from exertion. Seonghwa placed a hand on Hongjoong's shoulder, and he finally loosened up, taking a step back as I fell to the ground, coughing all while trying to gasp in some air.

Seonghwa crouched down before me. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he reached for me and I flinched away from him. He immediately dropped his hands and stood up.

"You shouldn't be here," Seonghwa said. "What were you going to do by yourself?"

"I was... going to save Wooyoung," I answered roughly, glare on my face as I stood up on shaky legs. I looked at Hongjoong, meeting his stone cold face before his lips curled up in a cruel smile.

"You were going to get yourself killed, you stupid girl."

"Then what was I supposed to do?!"

"Come fucking find us! He belongs to my crew, so we will help him!"

"He's my friend!" I shouted back, Hongjoong and I's faces dangerously close as we screamed at each other. Seonghwa was at a loss for a moment, watching warily as Hongjoong and I stared each other down.

"I would have done the same for any of you," I say and Hongjoong scoffed.

"Why? We won't see each other ever again."

I swallowed thickly. "Be-because if I say you guys are my friends, then I won't feel as alone..."

Hongjoong's mouth fell open slightly while Seonghwa stepped closer. "That's no reason to get yourself killed..."

"Wouldn't you do the same for Hongjoong? Or anyone else...?"

Seonghwa's silence was my answer, and I flinched when I felt Hongjoong gently touch my neck. While his fierce demeanor was still ever present, the softness in his eyes as he looked at me struck me to my core.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, fingers trailing over my bruises. "I've given you yet another mark you don't deserve..."

"Hongjoong... we have to go," Seonghwa then spoke up, nodding towards me. "You should go back to the ship. You're no way prepared to take on the Space Guard.”

I glared at him. “No. I'm rescuing Wooyoung.”

Hongjoong put a hand up to stop Seonghwa's protest. “Stay behind us and for fuck's sake, obey our every command. We'll get Wooyoung and leave here immediately.” He looked at me pointedly. “All of us.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but just followed the men towards the Space Guard ship, my fists clenched as we got closer and closer to finding Wooyoung.

Not surprisingly, we ended up meeting resistance as soon as we stepped onto the ship. Thankfully, most of the Guards were in Yorwich, so those who stayed behind were easily dealt with with bullet holes between their eyes courtesy of Captain Hongjoong.

I watched them handle the Guards with relative ease... it was almost frightening to watch Hongjoong shoot another man in the head, or Seonghwa twist another's neck with such focus... It was no wonder their bounties were so high. Soon, I got the all clear from Hongjoong and I raced down the corridor, looking for where I knew Wooyoung would be hidden.

I rushed down into the brig, Seonghwa and Hongjoong staying behind to keep guard. I quickly looked into the small cells, coming to a halt as I almost passed one very important one. "Wooyoung!"

The man looked up, surprised to see me. "Dollface? What are you doing here?" he asked, alarmed, watching as I used a key we snatched from a guard to unlock the cell. I ran inside and threw my arms around him in a hug, one he couldn't return since he was chained to the wall. "Wh- why are you here?"

"To save you, dummy..." I answer him with a smile, quickly working on getting him unchained. "What happened to you?!"

"I don't know! After I left you at the Inn, I started to feel woozy and I think I passed out..." He rubbed his wrists after I freed him, my lips pulling into a pout as I thought for a moment.

"That's... strange..." I say.

"Still..." Wooyoung started before he grinned down at me. "You came to save me."

I blushed deeply and sputtered. "Hongjoong and Seonghwa are right upstairs! San had to stay behind because apparently, he was going berserk."

At the mention of his boyfriend, Wooyoung's face fell. "Oh San, he's probably so worried."

"That's why we have to go!" I rushed him urgently, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the cell. "Let's get you back to the ship!"

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The airlock hissed opened as we all stepped into The Halazia. We barely made it inside before Wooyoung was practically tackled to the ground by San, who hugged him tightly to his body as he cried.

"I was so worried."

Wooyoung lovingly held him back, a content smile on his face as he sighed deeply. "I'm okay, big guy. Promise," he said, pulling away only to press his lips against San in a means to comfort him. "I'm not even hurt! You can thank her for saving me."

The others who were standing by looked at me and I quickly shook my hands. "No, no! The Captain and Seonghwa were there too!"

"Yeah, but why were you?" Yeosang asked in disbelief.

"I- I just wanted to save him... and it wasn't a big deal! There were hardly any guards there and w- oof!" My word vomit was interrupted as San hugged me tightly to him. I hugged him back, earning a deep sigh as he turned and pressed his face to my neck.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I don't know what'd I do without him."

Wooyoung overheard and grinned. "You'd probably die."

San laughed at that, the others soon shaking their heads at the antics. Hongjoong looked over at his crew fondly, eyes landing on me who was still engulfed in a hug before he turned away.

"We're leaving now. Do we have everything?" Hongjoong asked Yuhno in a quiet voice. The tall one nodded, relieved to see his friend back. "Good."

San pulled back some, only to lean in and whisper something directly in my ear. My face turned red and I stood there frozen as he pulled away and gave me a smile. Grabbing Wooyoung's hand, he walked away, probably to cling onto him a bit longer.

Someway, somehow, I was led back to what was my room by Jongho, not even questioning him when he said that we were pulling out of Nior immediately. My mind was still whirling, face still hot as I chewed on my bottom lip as I recalled what San whispered to me earlier. I quickly shook my head, turning to my side on the bed as I cuddled under the sheets and tried to fall asleep.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

♡♡♡

"Hey, Dollface!" Wooyoung's voice was all I needed to hear before I turned right on my heel and hightailed it away. I could hear his laughter loud down the hall, glancing back at him and San. San shook his head at Wooyoung's antics while the latter just grinned and sent me a wink. I squeaked and turned a quick corner.

I found myself in the infirmary with Jongho, the man treating a cut he gave himself in the kitchen while I hid behind one of the privacy curtains.

"You can't run from them forever. This is a small ship," Jongho said, amusement in his voice, and I hissed at him.

"I know! But I'm gonna try as best as I can." Only two days had gone by after we left Planet Nior, and I spent most of those two days running away from San and Wooyoung. Especially now after I know what their intentions were with me.

"If you're not interested, just tell them," Jongho poked his head around the curtain to look at me. "Wooyoung is persistent but he won't force you, neither will San."

"It's not that I don't want to," I said softly, my face getting hot. I didn't want to admit this, but I guess I just did. "It's just I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

I turned and faced Jongho, a rather serious expression on my face. "They are going to destroy me."

Jongho just blinked. "And that's a bad thing?"

"I'm going to die!" I shrieked, face flaming red as I became extremely flustered. My heart pounded in my chest at the mere thought of having sex with the couple that sought after me. San was clear with his intentions when he whispered it in my ear, and I knew Wooyoung had some form of attraction to me even before he was taken.

And it wasn't only them, but my sanity couldn't take thinking about the other men of the crew.

Jongho snorted. "And again.... death by dick is a bad thing?"

"You're not helping," I hissed at him and he rolled his eyes.

"As your friend, I'm supposed to make your life as miserable as possible." He stepped behind me and gently pushed me out of the infirmary. "And besides, I think you're late for your meeting with Hongjoong."

I froze.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I couldn't help the panic that formed in my chest, the nausea that rose up my throat as I stormed towards the Captain's quarters. That was where I originally was heading when I ran into San and Wooyoung, and like a fool, I ran away. I swallowed thickly, and as I made my way towards Hongjoong's office, my mind had taken me back to Diego's ship.

He hated tardiness, and took it as a sign of disrespect.

I pushed open the office door and rushed inside, three pairs of eyes finding me, but I don't see who's who since my eyes are trained on the floor, my shoulders hunched up to my ears.

"I'm sorry I'm late, sir! I got... distracted..." I winced my eyes closed, expecting some form of pain from either a hand or a thrown object. But it didn't come.

"Look at me," Hongjoong ordered and I whipped my head up so fast and hard, I swore my neck cracked.

"Yes sir."

"For fucks sake..." Hongjoong let out a breath, shaking his head. "Relax your shoulders. I'm not gonna put your head on a spike for being ten minutes late."

I tried to relax my shoulders, but found it rather hard to. And suddenly, I was frustrated. Did my time on Diego's ship truly affected me this much? Where if I made a mistake, or was late, I think that Hongjoong would punish me?

"Maybe we need another sparring session after this," Seonghwa's voice broke through my trance and I looked at him, a soft smile on his face as he nodded at me. "Might help with your anxiety."

"That's a good idea," Hongjoong agreed with a nod. "See to that after we finish here."

That earned a huff from the person I finally realized was sitting in a chair across from Hongjoong's desk and my heart stopped when I saw Wooyoung with a pout on his face.

"I've been trying to get her alone for days," he huffed again, unhappily might I add.

"You can fuck her another day," Hongjoong said, ignoring how red my face got. "We need to talk about what happened on Nior."

That got my attention fast, and I stepped around to sit in the chair next to Wooyoung. Hongjoong regarded us both for a second before he nodded his head.

"Tell me what happened."

"I already told you my side, Captain. After I left her at the hotel, I went to the shops to get something for San, but after a few minutes, I started to feel woozy and I passed out. I woke up in the brig of the Guard ship soon after that."

Hongjoong nodded at Wooyoung before he turned to me. "And you?"

"Well," I swallowed under his hard stare. Hongjoong honestly didn't look intimidating on a regular basis, but it was when he got intense like this that truly showed me he was worthy of his high bounty and dark reputation. He was intimidating because he didn't look like a threat. "We were talking outside the hotel first, and then we kissed... and he left..." I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to think of something.

"Wait," Wooyoung then spoke up. "That guy who bumped into me... that was weird, right?" he asked, looking at me. I gasped when I remembered that, reaching out and grabbing his arm.

"Do you think he stuck you with something that made you sleepy?" I asked, my heart racing.

"Nothing came up on his tox screen," Seonghwa spoke up, waving his hand to produce a hologram. Wooyoung's face showed up, as well as what seemed to be his whole medical file. "We drew blood because we wanted to be sure they didn't inject him with anything but... nothing pops out..."

"It could be untraceable," I offered and Seonghwa cursed.

"That makes shit harder for us. Who the hell just carries around drugs like that?" he questioned as Hongjoong just sat back in his seat.

"Bounty hunters, most likely," he muttered. "That means when we land on Planet Floris, we have to stay vigilant."

I looked at him in surprise. "Floris? That's-"

"The hub for all crime, yes," Hongjoong answered with a smirk. "Where all the universe's worst people go to do business."

Wooyoung chuckled softly. "That place is fun."

"Alright, we're finished here," Hongjoong dismissed us soon after, and Seonghwa relaxed his shoulders, giving me a wide grin.

"Ready to get your ass handed to you again?"

I rolled my eyes as I stood up from the chair, Wooyoung following suit with a pout on his face.

"It's not fair!"

"You'll be fine," Seonghwa playfully shoved Wooyoung away before he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, dragging me with him. "You, on the other hand, won't be."

Seonghwa dragged me to the training room, where Jongho and Mingi were already working with the weights. Seonghwa got me doing warm ups on the punching bags after taping up my hands, and after a few rounds, I was facing him again.

"Your bruises are finally starting to go away," Seonghwa said, putting his fists up.

"Finally. I almost forgot what my normal face looked like," I answered, taking a step back as he stepped forward.

"Either or, it's a pretty face." And he hit me with a dazzling smile that had me stunned. He took advantage of that, and I found myself soon staring up at the ceiling, pain rushing through my body as he flipped me over.

I huffed in annoyance.

“You really do suck,” Seonghwa teased as he held a hand out. I grabbed it and he pulled me back to my feet, keeping my hand in his. I glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Again, you cannot handle me.”

"What if they don't like how I look under my clothes?" I then asked softly and Seonghwa just chuckled a bit darkly. I gasped when he pulled me close to him, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Trust me, sweetheart. They won't be concerned about what your body looks like. They'd be more focused on where to put their mouths first."

My body heated up, but before I could do or say anything, I was falling on my back again, glaring at Seonghwa as he squatted beside me, smiling. "We're happy to have you on the crew, pretty girl. Ignore the others, they're just sharks attracted to the fresh meat."

I blushed deeply. "Are you one of those sharks then?"

Seonghwa smirked and he stood up again, holding his hand out. "Let's spar again."

And we did spar, with me getting my ass handed to me over and over again. Seonghwa was a force to be reckoned with, and it was no wonder he was Hongjoong's right hand man.

"Ugh, how embarrassing that Mingi and Jongho got to see that," I muttered to myself, wiping the sweat off my forehead as I walked out the training room. I desperately needed a shower, but when I bumped into someone and looked up to see that it was Wooyoung, I knew that that was not happening.

"Got ya," Wooyoung sang, grabbing my wrist firmly. "You're not getting away from us this time."

♡♡♡

"Wooyoung, I really need to take a shower," I pleaded with him as he pulled me through the doors and into his bedroom. San was waiting on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an arm tucked behind his head. The reality of the situation dawned on me, and I shook with trepidation and anticipation. "I'm sweaty and gross."

"Fine, fine, you can use my bathroom," Wooyoung said, leaving my side to walk to the bathroom. I could hear the water start to run and I gulped, looking over at San.

"Hey, San."

"Hey, love," he hummed back in return, the slight husk in his voice sending chills down my spine. "Are you ready?"

I gulped, face turning red as he watched me silently. Wooyoung stepped out of the bathroom, standing beside the bed and letting San take his hand. "I..."

"You are free to go," Wooyoung said seriously, his usual teasing nature gone. "We wouldn't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do, dollface. We want you so bad, but not enough to hurt you." The force of their want for me had me quivering, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I breathed through my nose. "I know you feel it, and you feel the same way too."

Wooyoung stepped up to me, getting in my space as his lips curled into a vicious little smile. "It was fun chasing you down, seeing how nervous and flustered you got. Only makes me want to fuck you more..."

I whimpered softly, looking at San and hoping for some sort of reprieve from the intensity in Wooyoung's eyes. It was all for naught, because San's gaze actually pinned me to the spot, a feeling akin to lava boiling in my blood. Oh no... oh no no.

"I'm doomed," I accidentally said out loud and Wooyoung laughed, dark and full of promise.

"You are. So get in the shower now, we'll get everything else ready for you."

I nodded dumbly, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. Steam already started to form from the hot shower running, and my mind was already hazy as I started to undress, leaving my clothes in a neat pile.

The shower was hot, and I numbly cleaned my body and washed my hair. The soap smelled good, and one Wooyoung actually used a lot because he smelled just like it. I liked it a lot.

I finished the shower and stepped out, grabbing the large towel and drying myself off before wrapping it around me. In an effort to stall for time, I combed out my hair, just letting it fall around my head. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the door and opened it, walking out to a now dimly lit bedroom.

I was surprised to say the least. The lights, obviously, were dimmed, with multiple small candles lit up on the dresser, desk and nightstand. Even soft music played in the background, a sensual thump in the bass made to entice the mind and body.

And Wooyoung.... he was already shirtless, straddling San on the bed with the men in the middle of a heated lip lock. Wooyoung's hands moved up and down San's equally bare chest, moaning softly as San reached with his large hand to grab the hair on the back of Wooyoung's neck. He tugged, pulling Wooyoung's head back enough to make him gasp, so he could start to press kisses on his neck.

"Don't just stand there," I startled at San's sudden address to me. "Come here."

Nodding, I stepped up to the bed, towel still wrapped around me as I climbed on top on my knees. The men looked at me, Wooyoung smiling as he reached over and cupped my face.

"I didn't think the mood would be so... romantic..." I muttered, breath shuttering a bit as Wooyoung rubbed his thumb along my lips. Another hand pressed to my hip, San's, and he gave a strong squeeze. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering closed.

"I like to think we're romantic men," Wooyoung answered and I smiled.

"You talk as if you two are a unit."

"Because we are," San answered, sitting up while Wooyoung moved back to give him room. "From the day we met as kids, we knew there was no way we'd ever be separated." San reached and gently cupped the side of Wooyoung's face, early a dopey, love filled smile from the man.

"I couldn't get away from him even if I wanted to," Wooyoung joked, and that had done the trick.

San's eyes hardened, taking on a more possessive edge. "I'd like to see you try." The threat was clear, but Wooyoung thought nothing of it as he kissed the palm of San's hand.

The love between them was almost too much to bear, and I considered myself very fortunate that they so easily wanted to extend that love to me. I let the towel fall from around my body, pushing it off the side of the bed. There's a hiss from San, and I've barely a moment to register when he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into a heated, almost desperate kiss.

I moaned into his mouth, kissing him back with equal fervor. It took nothing for San to invade my mouth with his tongue, the fire in my veins just getting hotter as he kissed me silly.

"We're giving you one more chance," San whispered against my lips, fingers dancing along my cheeks as I felt Wooyoung's stare on me. "Back out now, because if not, you're not leaving this bed until we've fucked you and filled you nice and good."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as a deep shiver moved down my spine. The intense tension in the room was thick and rolled so tight, I knew once I gave the okay, it was going to snap and I would probably most likely die. (I'm being dramatic.).

"Please," I still found myself speaking, licking my lips as I looked at both men. They were also tense, waiting for the word, for the okay from me. And I give it to them. "Take me. Please."

The mood in the room shifted immediately, and I'm pulled right back into a kiss with San, which I eagerly reciprocated. A body pressed against my back, Wooyoung's warm skin on mine as he pressed a kiss to the back of my shoulder blade.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard," Wooyoung whispered against my skin, hands moving around me to cup and massage my breasts, making me moan into San's mouth. "Gonna make you feel so good..."

"You're gonna get fucked too," San spoke to Wooyoung, reaching behind me to grab the back of his neck. He pulled him closer to kiss him hard on the mouth. "You're both mine tonight." San kissed Wooyoung again, making out sloppily over my shoulder as Wooyoung continued to massage my breasts, pinching my nipples here and there. I slowly ran my hands up and down San's body, biting my lip as I moved lower and reached for his pants.

The men swiftly rid themselves of the rest of their clothes, and soon I was on my back, staring up at Wooyoung as he grinned down at me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, him moaning into my mouth as he ran his fingers through my hair. He's groaning as he's pressing kisses to my jaw, all too eager to show my body love while San sat on other side of me, leaning down to kiss me again as Wooyoung kissed down my body.

"You're perfect," San whispered, kissing me again right after. "You brought Wooyoung back to me. I'm so grateful for you."

"I'd-" I started before I gasped as Wooyoung kissed the inside of my thighs. "I'd do it for... anyone... on the crew..." My breath was coming out in pants, Wooyoung just teasing me with kisses lightly pressed against my pussy. His eyes shined with mischief, tongue licking his lips seductively when I groaned. "Wooyoung, please..."

"You beg so prettily..." Wooyoung remarked, before he finally pressed his mouth to my pussy. My legs immediately tried to close around his head, but Wooyoung held them back with strong hands, not even stopping his onslaught on me.

His tongue made me see stars, the way he slurped and sucked on me made lewd noises sound about the room. San's mouth was on my chest, sucking a nipple hard and flicking it with his tongue in an attempt to make me go absolutely insane. "Pretty noises... I wanna hear them all day and all night..." San whispered against my soft flesh, slowly moving down my body.

"Push her legs up. I wanna taste her too." Wooyoung huffed softly, doing as told as he pushed my knees back, giving both men enough room to press their lips against my pussy.

It shouldn't feel this good, but the feeling of their two wet tongues on me had me arching my back off the bed with a cry, each man holding a leg open. I didn't know who was sucking on my clit or pushing their tongue inside of me, my eyes were screw shut so tight it made my vision go red.

Then, two long fingers, and then two smaller ones, pushed into my waiting pussy, barely doing anything before I'm cumming hard around them, body tensing up tightly as wave after wave of euphoria washed over me, almost drowning me as I let out a sob.

"That's it. Fucking beautiful!" Wooyoung exclaims, coming up beside me to rub my sides. "You came so fucking hard so fast, holy shit."

I could laugh at his amazement. "Like you said... I haven't gotten properly fucked in over a year." Wooyoung grinned, but before he could kiss me, San stopped him.

"Wooyoung, come here."

You both looked to San, who stood up fully next to the bed. He had his cock in his hand, and since it was my first time actually looking at it, my eyes went wide. Oh... he was big.

Wooyoung's scoff made you glance at him, and he pouted. "Why?"

"Why?" San repeated, almost incredulous that Wooyoung was questioning him. "So you can get my fucking cock wet and ready to fuck your ass, that's why."

God. Oh God... I bit my lip, watching as Wooyoung huffed and stood up from the bed. The sight of his own dick made my eyes bulge. They were going to ruin me. But then Wooyoung turned to San and what I saw made my pussy throb in the best and worst ways possible.

Wooyoung had a plug in his ass, the base flared and prettily decorated with a pink diamond. He easily fell to his knees in front of his boyfriend, his greedy eyes now trained on San's hard cock while San was focused on you.

"You wanna see Wooyoung suck my dick?" he asked and I nodded immediately. He smirked. "Just watch, then, and spread your legs. I wanna look at that pretty pussy of yours."

Another shiver goes down my spine and I spread my legs wide for him, his gaze nearly bursting me into flames. It set me alight, the way he devoured me, his lip catching between his teeth when Wooyoung swallowed him whole.

"Oh fuck," San moaned, his fingers carding through Wooyoung's hair as his head tilted back. Wooyoung wasted no time bobbing his head back and forth on San's cocks, his hand wrapped around what he couldn't possibly fit in his mouth. It was sloppy and fascinating, with both men moaning, drool dripping down Wooyoung's chin.

"Do you like the plug, love?" San asked and I had to refocus myself to look at him. His face was pure bliss and pleasure, and it made my pussy throb again. "We put it in to get him ready for today. We weren't going to wait for you any more..."

To know that they wanted me that badly had an emotion so strong fill my chest, I had to fight to push it away. I licked my lips, breathing a bit heavily as Wooyoung continued to blow San, successfully taking all of him in his mouth and down his throat.

"Oh fuck... you always take my dick so well," San cooed down at Wooyoung, running his fingers through his hair lovingly. "So good, baby..."

I was going to lose my mind, watching the scene in front of me. I was grateful, so grateful. I bit my lip, San suddenly stopping Wooyoung with a tug of his hair. San had to take a few centering breaths, his hand cupping Wooyoung's cheek again.

"How's your cock, baby?"

"It's so hard..."

"Does it hurt? You wanna fuck her that badly?"

Wooyoung closed his eyes and hissed. "So fucking bad, since we first met her."

"Then go get her."

San didn't have to say it twice before Wooyoung was pushing me on my back, kissing me roughly as he pushed himself between my legs. I could taste some of San's precum and I wanted more, moaning against the tongue invading my mouth. Wooyoung grabbed my legs, tossing them both over his shoulders, and wasting no time pushing his thick cock into me.

I gasped sharply, the slight burn of him stretching me out sending shocks through me, but in the best way, the way that had me grabbing his forearms tightly. Wooyoung grinned down at me, leaning in again to kiss me sloppily as he started with slow thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good, dollface. Hot and tight and fuck..." He hit me with one sharp thrust that made me yelp, a smug smirk on his face. "That's right, I want you to scream."

He still kept his slow thrusts, stopping when San then pushed up behind Wooyoung. "Are you ready?"

Still inside me, Wooyoung nodded before he looked down on me. "He's gonna take the plug out..."

I nodded, pulling Wooyoung down to kiss him as San gently reached for the pink plug. He grabbed it firmly, watching Wooyoung carefully as he slowly pulled it out. Wooyoung pressed his face against my neck, his body shaking slightly.

"How do you feel?" San asked, setting the plug elsewhere. Wooyoung scoffed and looked back at him.

"Like I need your big fucking dick inside me now."

San scoffed right back at him, producing a bottle of lube and squeezed some on his hand. "You're lucky we're entertaining our friend here tonight," San said as he rubbed some lube on his dick and as well as Wooyoung's entrance. "Or else, I wouldn't make you cum at all."

Wooyoung's lips pursed at the threat, while San pushed up against him more, grabbing his cock and pressing it right against his entrance. "San..."

"I got you," San replied softly before pushing in slowly. Wooyoung released a guttural moan, his face pressed yet again against my neck while I gently rubbed his back. Having him still hard inside me yet not moving was maddening, and I felt myself become a bit delirious while waiting for San to bottom out inside of Wooyoung.

"God... you're always so tight for me..."

"Wait until you feel her..." Wooyoung grunted, his breaths coming out in quick pants as San slowly thrust into him, his hands clenched around Wooyoung's hips. "Oh God.... San, fuck..."

Wooyoung tried to set up a rhythm, where he would thrust into me as San thrust into him, but it proved quite difficult as San was a very vigorous lover, sweat dripping down his neck as he fucked Wooyoung hard and deep, skin slapping against skin. Still, with Wooyoung's cock inside of me still moving with each powerful thrust from San, and his pelvis rubbing against my clit... I was in heaven. Wooyoung moaned and whined shamelessly above me, his hands in my hair as he kissed me sloppily.

When San leaned down to whisper 'I love you.' in his ear, Wooyoung almost cried, his lip pulled between his teeth. San then kissed me deeply, his tall body easily bowing over both of us, our bodies so close together we almost melded into one entity.

Wooyoung came first, releasing into me with one long, drawn out moan. San smirked to himself, fucking Wooyoung harder.

"That's it, baby. Fill her up," he grunted, obviously chasing down his own orgasm as he fucked his boyfriend. It took only a few more thrusts until he was unloading deep into Wooyoung with a curse. "Take it, baby. Take it all."

"Yes... yes..." Wooyoung moaned, face pressed against my chest as he drooled. "So good..."

"I'm gonna pull out now," San whispered, slowly pulling his still half hard cock out of Wooyoung. The man on top of me groaned, and was just about to pull out of me when San stopped him.

"No. Keep her plugged up," San demanded, sending me a wicked smile. "Besides, she hasn't cum yet. Do you think that's fair?"

"No..." Wooyoung mumbled, moving a hand and I gasped when he pressed his thumb to my clit. "Do you wanna cum around my dick, dollface?" he asked while he started to rub his thumb in circles on my clit. I barely nodded.

San had walked to the bathroom, but I couldn't really focus on that while Wooyoung rubbed on my clit, making me moan and clench around him. I could feel him getting hard again inside me, and before I knew it, Wooyoung was fucking into me, fast, hard and deep. I screamed, he fucked me harder, hissing down at me.

"C'mon, c'mon, baby. Cum, cum for me," Wooyoung moaned, aware of San watching from the bathroom as he cleaned his dick. "Cum for us, so San could fuck you. You want that, right? To cum around my cock, then around San's huh?"

It didn't take that much longer for me to cum with a loud moan, my vision going white as Wooyoung continued to thrust frantically inside me until he cums again, pushing more of his load inside me.

"Oh shit, fuck... fuck..."

Wooyoung pulled out of me and plopped down on the bed beside me. The bed dipped under the weight of San climbing back on, and I barely blinked up at him as he hovered over me, lips curled up.

"My turn."

"San... San, oh my God..." I groaned when he pushed into me, the overstimulation making me twitch under him, as well as the feeling of his big cock filling me up. "It's too much..."

"You can take it," San whispered softly, kissing along my jaw as he nearly lost himself over how good I felt around him. "Be a good girl and take my cock. God, you feel heavenly..."

"I told you..." Wooyoung mumbled, turning to cuddle against my side. "He's gonna fuck you so good, baby..."

I groaned, the immense pleasure of having San's heavy cock glide in and out of me causing stars to burst in my vision. Drool dropped down my chin, and all I could do was yelp and whine and whimper with each soul shattering thrust.

"Oh, fuck me..." I ended up muttering, nails digging into San's shoulders. "Ruin me, break me, I don't care..."

"Of course, love. Whatever you want," San whispered, leaning down to kiss me deeply as he gave me exactly what I wanted.

I swore I died for a moment when I reached my next orgasm, body going tight as usual as my mouth opened with a strangled scream. With a few more thrusts, San was soon cumming into me, his cum mixing with Wooyoung's inside of me as he cursed repeatedly, his face pinched into an expression of pleasure.

"That's it," Wooyoung cooed, rubbing his chest. "Fill her up."

I whined softly, my body turning into mush as I lied on the bed breathing heavily. San slowly rolled off of me, lying down on my other side as he caught his breath.

A quiet calm enveloped us, my eyes closing as I could fall asleep at any moment. But movement beside me made me open my eyes and I looked at San in concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just grabbing a rag."

I blushed. "Oh."

Wooyoung moved next, grabbing a bottle of water and basically making me drink half of it. "You should go pee too," he told me and I smiled at him gratefully, nodding my head.

"Okay."

I let San clean me up with a wet rag before Wooyoung helped me to the bathroom. When I emerged a few minutes later, they had already changed the sheets and blew out the candles, the music now off. San grabbed me, pulling me to the bed.

"Stay with us," he said softly and I gave him a look.

"Is the walk of shame better the night of, or morning after?" I asked, clearly teasing and both men just laughed.

"Just get into bed! I'm tired!" Wooyoung exclaimed and I laughed, climbing in the bed beside him, soon followed by San.

Now I was sandwiched between them, limbs tangled in one anothers as San clapped once to turn off the light completely. The darkness was comforting, already lulling me into a deep sleep while being held so tenderly and lovingly. At that moment, I'm sure I fell in love.

-end

[scoatneyhall]

WILD. Was anyone else aware that the Ted Lasso team has gone in and made post-production edits on season 3 episodes, sometime in the last year?

I've been rewatching the finale in advance of the one year anniversary of it airing, and straight off, I noticed that the points total on the graphic looked different to how I remembered it - a much closer race. It stuck out because I remembered being annoyed that they didn't celebrate the moment Richmond got confirmed for the Champions League, as the gap was big enough for it to have happened a while ago, offscreen. I still have a screencap from when the episode aired:

However, the current copy on Apple has an updated graphic, making the post-production graphic in line with the numbers on the actual physical whiteboard prop and the script mentioning the win streak. See here:

The corrected copy makes Richmond's points match the whiteboard, but it also puts the teams in 3rd to 5th place much closer to them points-total wise, meaning that now, in the current version of the episode, Richmond only qualified for the UCL in "Mom City," making it make more sense that the start of 3.12 is the first time it gets discussed. Would have been nice to mention that stake in the City match commentary during 3.11, but I genuinely am shocked that they went back in and edited the already-published episodes to clean up the post-production errors. For the record, here's the whiteboard as of 3.08: W10, D9, L6.

Just in case anyone cares, the order of those results was - 1 draw against Chelsea, 6 wins with Zava, 1 loss against West Ham, the rest of the draws and losses occurring between 3.05 and the loss against Arsenal in 3.07, and then the 4 wins mentioned at the start of 3.08. By the start of 3.12, it's mentioned they are on a 16 game win streak, so that's 22 wins overall, 9 draws, 6 losses, going into the final weekend, hence the updated graphic.

I like that they went in and fixed it - no idea when in the past 12 months that occured - but I also kind of can't believe they bothered? Then again, I can't believe the mistake was made in the first place, as they were so specific with details in the prior seasons, so maybe they couldn't live with it being wrong.

I know there were rumours about a ton of issues in terms of getting these episodes posted in time - right down to the wire, still fixing the edit on the airdate - and it's clear that these details were not checked and confirmed by the poor people in post who were not working off the show bible that lives in the writers heads. I don't blame them at all, I blame the people who got the edit to them late, but it did annoy me during the season a LOT. The maths wasn't mathing, and as we know this is a show that has been careful with dates and timelines and stuff like that.

Anyway! The point is, a) this post about my UCL qualification fantasies is now moot, and b) I went back and checked another post production error that had REALLY pissed me off, which was the dates of texts in Ted's phone in 3.04. Phone dates have always given us the timeline quite strictly before - it's how @belmottetower and I started the timeline in our primer, with Ted arriving in London on January 6, 2020 and then following the football seasons from there to place the season 3 finale in May 2022 - but in 3.04, all the cute texts we see to all the characters in his phone were badly misdated, placing the timeline further in the future. This caused arguments or misunderstandings, at the time about the actual timeline of the show, but it seems this was another detail the producers really wanted to fix and tighten up, as they've gone back and had it edited.

It's weird, because the texts Ted was actually going back to - the messages from Doctor Jacob - were dated correctly as late 2019, and there's even a little easter egg in the form of a US rideshare notification picking him up to go to the airport in America, on 5 January 2020. (Even the area code, 316, is apparently correct to Kansas.) That's all correct even in the original version of the episode, but somehow we then skip a year and place his most recent texts, as of 3.04, in late October 2022, when they should only be in late September or early October 2021. (I found this post on Reddit that screenshotted his phone at the time.) Examples:

I had to go back and check this, and sure enough, it's been edited to reflect the established timeline - they didn't just redate the year on each message, they also changed a bunch of the chats to be more recent - so rather than dates, his most recent chats with Henry, the Coaches, etc are from "Yesterday," then the first dated texts are in very late September 2021. This matches up pretty perfectly with where they are in a typical Premier League season - they REALLY cleaned it up. Further back, they do just switch the years on the dates, so he still got a picture from Sassy last Valentines Day, and his last one-on-one contact with Jamie is still set before the events of Wembley in 2.08 (FA Cup semi finals are in April, so a few weeks after the March 2021 date on Jamie's chat.)

My brain is itching because I swear there was a screen of Nate and Ted's text chat at some point too? With Ted reaching out about his new job, on a date that deeply did not work with the timeline? But maybe I imagined it. There's no record of Nate's number in his phone at all now, and the texts date back to before Nate left, so I guess in this version of events, Ted deleted Nate's number and message history.

Anyway, I'm aware that basically no one is going to care about this, but I suspect that the three people who will actually care will REALLY FUCKING CARE. Has anyone else noticed it? Does anyone know when it may have happened? Does anyone know what else might have been changed or fixed? I love details and I love the fact that there is no longer conflicting data about what football seasons the show is covering - it's mid 19/20 to the end of 21/22, end of story - but what a fucking mess the production of season 3 must have been, to end up at this point!

[aquarius-cookie-jar]

Right. I'mma just dump these ref sheets I made here because I'll be making some drawings with these guys, and I am bad at staying consistent within the design lmao.

I was inspired by these amazing designs, go check them out.

X || X || X.

Ramble down here, where I try to explain the ""lore"" and my design choices:

So as mentioned above, the majority of the Dark Cacao kingdom is actually composed of kirins, mainly because Cacao was already a kirin in my older designs, and I wanted more of his citizens to match him. Maybe I'll draw the other Cacao NPCs mlp-ified and what I headcanon their species to be.

I ultimately decided to give Cacao a mane and replace his long hair with that. Ngl, I was always on the fence about Cacao and Choco's designs, but yeah, I think the mane works better than just getting rid of it. (Old design below).

Btw, I dunno if I wanna give Cacao an actual crown, or just keep the additional horn things the leader of the kirins kinda have.

Dark Choco hasn't changed much, just in a different art style. I do however wanna say that he shaved off his mane out of shame and guilt for coming across the cursed sword not long after his banishment. Maybe when he and Cacao reconcile, he'll start to grow it out again, or maybe he'll keep it that way as a reminder of the past.

I actually drew (more like edited a screenshot) Caramel Arrow before, and she was originally just a pegasus, but honestly, the concept of hybrids and what they entail really intrigued me. I thought it would be fun if she were a hybrid kirin/pegasus.

Also, her horn doesn't exactly function, mainly because there's this headcanon I once came across a post that says faux alicorns do exist in the mlp canon. If you wanna know my full headcanon for this, feel free to shoot an ask, but to keep it short, for faux alicorns, either their wings are under developed, or their horn can't control the frequencies of magic that well or at all. Such is the case for Caramel Arrow. Though she has fully developed wings, she can't control magic with her horn, and if she tries to, it may cause a headache. But besides that, she's all fine and dandy.

Crunchy Chip, hm, I'd say when he was a little filly, he was found in the woods, either by Cacao, or Choco, and his horn was already broken by the time they came across him. When asked, the little guy said he was protecting the cream wolf pups from a monster, but he can't remember what else happened before he fell unconscious. As he grew older, his broken horn didn't really bother him anymore. He's adapted well, and picked up a thing or two about survival from his cream wolf pack.

Also, sidenote, the kirins' scales are actually very hard to dent, meaning their backs are usually safe from attacks. Crunchy once encountered... something when he was out on patrol, and he was out of commission for a week (to his incredible dismay + annoyance) because of how rare serious injuries to the kirins' backs occur.

Ah, Affogato. Actually, I really do like him as a character, I just tend to focus my attention towards the Celestia and Luna coded father-son duo a bit more. Oops. But anyway, I decided to make him a hybrid just like Carrow too, mainly to add both contrast and similarities between them. They're not too different, but their ideals and beliefs clash and cause conflict with one another, I just thought it was fitting. Also decided to give him a more elegant and curved horn design as a nod to his unicorn heritage. Unicorns in the Cacao kingdom (and maybe the Golden Cheese kingdom) have a curved horn, mainly because the east asian coded unicorns in the mlp canon have curved horns too, and I thought they looked beautiful. Affo is someone so elegant and refined in a land that's chaotic and holds danger everywhere.

And that's my unhinged thoughts for now. I think I'll design Licorice and the others next time, but no promises.

Anyway, thank you for reading.

[starryalpacasstuff]

Indian BL? FROM 2017????

There's an Indian BL from 2017 that I just watched. And I have incoherent thoughts

Before I continue, massive thanks to my bestie @anixknowsnothin for telling me about this show and proofreading the post for me. You don't even watch bl so I have no idea how you found this, but I'm incredibly grateful nonetheless

Here's the link to where I watched the show from, there's a glitch in the first episode subs where the subs seem to be from another show entirely, but it's only for the first ep and about 50% of the dialogue is in English anyways, so it shouldn't be hard to follow.(My ask box is also always open if there's a specific dialogue/scene in Hindi that you want the translation of)

Edit: The link seems to be region locked, so to watch it you can use a vpn and set your region to India, otherwise the episodes are available on youtube, albeit without subs

Note:- this post is going to have a few mild spoilers throughout, but I'll flag major spoilers in red

It's no secret that India is fairly behind when it comes to queer love shows if we compare it to other Asian countries. While it has a handful of great queer shows and movies, it's still quite a small quantity. Additionally, before this, I'd never watched an Indian show that felt like I was watching a bl (if you have recs, please send them my way!!). I'm not going to get into the technicalities of what feels like a bl and doesn't, because honestly, I'm not completely sure myself. For now, I'm just going based off of vibes and feelings, and this show felt like a bl through and through.

Titled 'Romil and Jugal' after its main characters, the story is a modern, desi, bl remake of the classic story...

Romeo and Juliet

Well, Bad Buddy was the first Thai bl I ever watched, so Romil and Jugal being the first Indian BL I watched just feels right, no?

I didn't actually know that the story was based off of Romeo and Juliet till the second episode, because I didn't bother looking for a synopsis, and jumped right in. However, it's links to Romeo and Juliet quickly became apparent, around the same time I started to see similarities between this show and Bad Buddy. I also did not know that this show came out in 2017 before I googled it, having already watched the entire thing, which was a pretty huge shock, because this BL is progressive by 2024 India standards.

Alright, enough of my rambling. Here's a synopsis of the show in case you haven't heard of it. (I couldn't find an official one, so I did my best to write a spoiler free synopsis)

Ramya happens to start talking to a slightly older woman at an airport, who believes that there is no romance in the younger generation. To prove her wrong, Ramya decides to tell the older woman her brother's love story. The story from the past is shown to us as Ramya narrates it to the woman in the present. Jugal is a closeted 19-year-old who lives with his parents. One day, a family moves into the house next door, and Jugal immediately falls for the son, Romil. The two of them attend the same college, and eventually become friends. The two of them eventually get together, but have to face the challenges of a homophobic society and having parents that hate each other.

I was a little skeptical of the show going in, but the show surpassed all of my expectations in the best way possible. It's no masterpiece, and it has its flaws, but it was far better than what I expected. It had both comical elements and darker themes, and it did not shy away from exploring the darker themes at all. Oh, and it has a few musical numbers. What did you expect? This is India after all.

The show is 10 episodes long, with 20 minutes per episode, and so it does unfortunately fall into some of the pitfalls that shorter shows tend to fall into, namely underdeveloped relationships and rushed endings. I did end up feeling a little bit like it didn't make sense for the pair to sacrifice and suffer as much as they did because they hadn't known each other for very long, and I felt like they should have been given more time to fall in love with each other. But it also could be argued that the show stays true to the play, and Romil and Jugal are dumb teenagers who make mistakes and stick with each other through them. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it.

One thing that I loved the show for was that it showed us that the relationship is not all sunshine and rainbows. They argue, they break up, they get back together, and they do argue even after that. But every time, they eventually work through the issue and reconcile. The show even depicts Romil dealing with internalized homophobia and struggling to reconcile with the fact that he will never be who his family wants him to be. Although I do wish they'd have had more time to explore this, I'd say it was decently depicted and handled. The show really delves into how children are forced to uphold their family's wishes and are constantly put under pressure to make them proud. Although it clearly affects both of them, it's more obvious with Romil, who is expected by his family to date and marry the daughter of his father's boss, whom they think he is dating. There's a metaphor along this theme too, where Romil pretends to like the mango shake that his mom has been making for him since he was a kid, even though he hates it, and when he tries to tell her, he has to act like it was a joke to spare her feelings. The show also goes into the communal mindset of basing your actions off "what will people think?", and you can see how a lot of the characters' actions throughout the show are haunted by this question. Some of Romil and Jugal's earlier disagreements are due to this very mindset.

The show also very candidly depicts the extreme homophobia of society in India. Romil and Jugal had to constantly hide who they were, always having to keep up a mask and I felt that reach somewhere deep inside me. When the pair come out, the show really shows how ugly homophobia can be in India. Their parents immediately disown them. They're mocked in college and wrongfully suspended for a fight that was provoked by other students. Very, very few people stand with them, and the pair very quickly realize that now that they are out, they simply cannot live in the city anymore. So with the help of Jugal's best friend and her mother, they flee to Mumbai, where they get jobs and live as paying guests with a friend of the aforementioned mother. But, even in Mumbai, the masks stay up. They have to act like cousins, for fear of being persecuted. The series depicted the worst-case scenario that so many of us live in fear of, so watching it was something of a cathartic experience for me.

Another thing that the show did quite well is showing how different people and their mindsets can be. Jugal's best friend, Ahalya, and her mom are very supportive, and they help the pair out quite a bit. Ahalya's mother provided a safe house for the pair and helped them find a fresh start. Meanwhile, Romil and Jugal's parents are incredibly homophobic. There was a scene that really stuck with me, (mild spoiler ahead, skip to the last sentence of the paragraph) where Ahalya's mother came across Jugal's mother, who prided herself on being educated and well-read, searching up how to cure homosexuality. Ahalya's mother then tells her off for calling herself educated yet believing that homosexuality is an illness. It is so important to me that the show depicted both the violent homophobia that permeates Indian society and the surprising, warm acceptance that one can find.

One final thing that I loved about this show so, so much is just how authentically Indian it feels. Asian cultures share a lot in common, but they also have their differences, so seeing a show where I can imagine encountering the characters in real life is really amazing. Rather than something big, it was little things sprinkled throughout the story that warmed my heart. The story felt like something I could hear the local aunties gossiping about. The way it depicts queerness in India hits incredibly close to home.

One thing I've learned watching Asian bls is that the ending of a show can make it or break it, but with this one, I'm stuck. The best way I can describe the ending is absolutely insane and incredibly Bollywood.

I believe this show was supposed to get a second season because the last two minutes of the show leave us with a massive cliffhanger. Now, it's been 7 years, so a second season is unlikely, so I'm simply pretending that the last two minutes of the show never happened. But the ending has so much more to it than just this (Major spoilers for the ending up ahead. I mean it when I say major, this is like going into Bad Buddy knowing that they're going to trick their parents in the end).

About halfway through the show, I remembered what play it was based upon and realized that there was a very real possibility that Romil and Jugal would die. The first half of the last episode leads up to this, telling us that they died when reconciling after an argument in the middle of the road when they were hit by a truck. We get a super emotional scene (yes, I cried) where the two families somewhat reconcile in their grief as they go to the police station to identify the bodies. Except... they're not dead, which is revealed when Romil's father hugs Romil's (not) dead body. They reveal that they planned this to show their family that they still loved their sons. I did say it was like PatPran tricking their parents in the end, didn't I? So the families reunite, Romil and Jugal get jobs in New Zealand and get married, and return to India for a wedding celebration (yes, I cried. again). The ending does feel slightly rushed, but if I'm being honest, it wasn't as terrible as it could have been. Believing that your child is dead for a bit is a somewhat justifiable reason for a sudden change of heart. There's a part where Romil and Jugal tell their parents that if they choose acceptance, they can reconcile, but if they choose to remain prejudiced, Romil and Jugal can simply get back on the stretchers, because they'll be as good as dead to their families anyways and it is *chef's kiss*.

All in all, the show was surprisingly heartfelt and poignant. It had me laughing, kicking my feet and even crying. There's a lot more about this show that I could talk about, but I'm going to stop here for now, and I'll try to write more on it later. This show really does deserve more recognition than it has, and I'm almost mad at myself for not knowing about it before. Am I being really biased when talking about this show? Absolutely. But I do think that this show is a worthwhile watch, and I'd really like to see what other people on here think of the show, especially because I'm aware that I am biased towards this show.

I'm tagging a few people who I know might be interested/have some thoughts about the show because this is a show that I really want to hear other people's opinions on and have conversations about, so I hope you guys don't mind!

@waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @bengiyo @neuroticbookworm

[abruisedmuse]

QUESTION...?

Song analysis

Kinda wild that this is the first thing I'm talking in length about since it's not my usual and I don't talk song analysis I typically write fanfic and make edits when creative but this won't leave my head so here we are.

Things to note before we jump in:

In Taylor's speech last night when she said she was the happiest she's been in all aspects of her life, she referred to this song as it being a happy memory. Being the lyrics it didn't click unless it refers to someone close to her now. The person who fits this is Matty.

Question...? Is in the pre-show playlist for The 1975. An odd choice if you ask me being unless you listen to Midnights you know it. From my knowledge Preshow playlists usually contain top charting hits, released singles etc. To me, this feels like Matty kinda showing off that she wrote a song about him. Sorry if there's any typos I did this before coffee and I didn't have my glasses on lmao. If you don't like Matty that's fine, then this post isn't for you and you can keep on scrolling.

I cut off the intro on accident, it says "I remember". That could be just setting up the song stating this deals with the past. Or it's a response to the line in 'About you' by The 1975 where Matty sings, "Do you think I have forgotten. She says no I haven't, I remember.

The first line in the verse is giving two characters: Taylor, the good girl. Matty, the sad boy. Taylor went to two shows in 2014 for The 1975. One in LA and one in NY. I'm going with NY for this setting. The one thing going on was that they hooked up. Possibly seeing each other albeit extremely briefly.

Regardless of what it was it impacted her life greatly. He painted her nights a color she's been looking for ever since. Ever since Matty left her she's been trying to chase that feeling. Kinda ties into her speech last night too because she finally found it. After she had to deal with one thing after another. Other relationships, media, pandemic. Basically all the hurdles in her life that brought them back together. (It could also be in reference to their past situationship and what caused the fallout. )

Taylor wants to talk. She has questions about the past and wants to clear the air.

I think this took place when they were all hanging out and everyone was just shocked when it happened. They kissed around friends and were teased about it. But the friends in question gave an approval by clapping. These were super close friends who wouldn't tell any media outlets so I'm thinking like Selena, George, Ross, Adam. Etc. People who won't talk but I could see teasing tf out of them but being supportive. I don't remember which show Karlie was at which is why I didn't say her. Anyway, she's now asking him and what he did as in do you remember? Cause I do. And then she continues with her questions.

Now, Matty was using alot of drugs around here so it's possible he remembered but not everything. Or it's possible he did and wants to forget that he left in middle of night. Because as soon she asks that he goes oh. The oh is him being like ah fuck. So then Taylor shoots back three consecutive questions. Whatever happened in the past I think was her call for whatever reason maybe he didn't want to public or be in a relationship. And because she knows herself, the feelings are getting too much, she's getting this strong connection and feelings she has to end it. And Does it bother him he didn't fight for it? Does it bother him the way it does her? Does he miss her? He seems taken aback and she's saying well its just a question. A hypothetical one. He's doubting that.

This is about the Brit awards and Calvin. Stay with me. Half-moon eyes elude to someone on drugs, i.e., Matty. Peep the last line line the image "but you were on somethin". indiciating the half-moon eyes are not from weed but something harder. The bad surprise is Calvin. And this is the moment Matty knew he fucked up because he had still feelings. He was jealous cause the brit awards was when Taylor and Calvin met and as we all know. The dude is a dickhead lol.

Lots of drinking, no one should be surprised by with Matty. Idk about the politics and gender roles. It's clearly about Matty. Since hes more of an activist than Taylor and has songs about politics, has worn skirts, make up, kisses guy. It's also kinda about Taylor. Idk love to heard thoughts. I know it my bones it connects. Could also be in connection with the fact that a couple months after the awards Matty says dating Taylor would be emasculating. I think he said it out of anger. Anger at himself for not being with her, jealous of Calvin, and pissed shes dating the said dickhead. Anyway back to the awards time, they are fighting. Matty is unhappy with her talking to Calvin. And she probably asks him again what he wants. He doesn't know but he sure as hell doesn't want her with that guy.

The second best after that meteor strike is going back to the first verse. About the color she's searched for. I said it deeply impacted her. This indicates it did for the both of them. After the impact of her, Taylor. Has anyone even come close to the intense feelings they shared in a short time? The her in question I feel like it depends on when this song was written. However if we take the scene that is set for us and the time frame given, it's probably Halsey. Otherwise if it was written in 2021/2022 then it could be FKA Twigs. Whichever her, there's no hate there. She's happy for him. Truly. Either one suits him better, however she can't help but wonder...

Then the chorus repeats. Back to her speech, the reason she is saying this is a happy memory for her. Is because now it is. Her thoughts are filled with what could have happened? That color she's been searching for, the missing piece, it's found again. It's come back to her. Now she can look back, laugh, and think of it as happy. This is why everything in her life finally feels like it makes sense.

feel free to add on if you like. This is just my initial thoughts breaking down Question..? after last night

Tagging: @musicjunkie29 @deeenerys17 @hauntedromantics @littleeyelidsflutter (Ya'll seemed excited by the Musicjunkie's post so I thought of you all)

[mebemilena]

I'm loving all your Maya Lopez stories. They are amazing!!

"I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you"

A/N/: This was gonna be smut but i decided to have it on a chapter of it's own, in case some of you who have followed this storyline dont read smut.

To the sweet anon that sent me a message, this is for you.

Friendly reminder: i write on the drafts of my email so i can edit anytime before posting.  It turns out sometimes i cant proof read it and some grammar and spelling mistakes go unnoticed. i'm trying to pay more attention and let the text rest for at least a few hours before reading it to corret. Might edit the past chapters soon.

Tittle from Big girls don Cry, by Fergie.

- - -

Though Maya had told you to leave by the morning without breakfast, you were adamant about cooking her something.

"Why are you so stuborn?", she signed while you fried some eggs and bacon, the smell of fresh coffee spreading through the small kitchen of her childhood house.

You looked at her all heart eyes, like she put the stars on the sky, and that was clearly bothering her. You filled her a plate and smiled lovingly.

"Stop looking at me like that.", she frowned at you.

You noticed Maya was in a very bad mood, which didnt make much sense to you. She had kissed you last night, cuddled you on your sleep and left a kiss to your neck before getting up this morning. Not even an hour later, here she is. Staring daggers at you. 

"What's wrong?", you asked but Maya just looked away. You walked closer, standing in front of her as she avvoided your eyes. 

You tapped her nose with your index finger, getting her attention and making her face you. "Look at me?", you asked.

Maya kept staring at you, waiting for you to say whatever you wanted to. "Look, if we play our cards right, everything will turn out well." , you tried to convince her.

"This is not a game. And I'm not a prize.", she told you, arching an eyebrown.  Was she talking about Fisk offering money to whoever found her?

You rolled your eyes. Who was being stubborn now?

"You're not a prize, Maya. You're..." you started but paused. You kept looking at her, deep in thought.

"What?", she asked.

"I forgot the sign for that.", you tried.

Maya huffed.

- - -

At noon, it started to rain. You made sure to close the windows before going up to Maya. She was standing against the back of the couch, watching the rain fall down on the outside of the house. 

"This is perfect.", you told her. The rain falling and the smell of wet grass embracing your nostrils made you a little clingy. 

Maya looked at you, a strange look adorning her bautiful face. She seemed sad. 

Right there and then, you were sure she was gonna simply tell you to forget about her, to move on and leave Tamaha. You thought she'd tell you that she didn't like you anymore, tell you to leave her alone and go back to New York. 

Then you'd go right away, walking in the pouring rain and crying your heart out. And it'd be like a sad romance movie.

But she did the oposite of that.

Maya tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling you to be in front of her, and brought you closer, hiding her face on your neck. She inhaled your scent and you remembered why you hadn't change your perfume in such a long time. 

It was something you thought would work when you started flirting. Picking a smell that'd make her think of you whenever she smelled it. That's why you walk around with tangerine essential oil on your clothes and inside the necklace you're always wearing.

- - -

When you first met Maya she always kept a serious face. As you became close, she'd show you a softer side and you'd take the opportunity to actually learn more about her. 

You had met many versions of Maya and you loved all of them, though you'd seek a few of them more often than the others.

Fierce Maya was one of your favorites. She'd keep her chin up, lips sealed and a perfect eyebrown arched, looking into your eyes like she could make your soul bend to her own desire. 

Funny Maya was all sarcasm and light teasing. She'd smile wild watching you trying to understand a joke she just told. She'd playfully bump your shoulder with her own and she'd even wink at you while at work.

You loved all versions of her, but right now you'd love to have Sexual Maya. The one with wet kisses and a dirty mind, the one that'd make you scream filthy words in three different languages while making you go over the moon.

Maya was a sweet lover but she did have her moments of pure desire. "It's just sex, this is not a relationship", she had told you when you first started your thing. 

At that time you only understood the word "sex" and "relationship".

- - - 

" i missed you too.", she started. "But it wasn't fair to bring you into all of it. I wanted to keep you safe.", she explained. 

You heart grew ten times. Maya telling you she cared for you made you believe things could work out again. Screw Kingpin and New York, you could restart in Tamaha. You'd restart in a small iglu in Alaska,  dressed as a polar bear, if she'd have you. 

"I want you.', Maya signed, bringing you to reality, her eyes full of something you were yet to understand. "All of you.", she continued before claiming your lips with her own, taking your breath away.

-

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[cladestine]

request: could i request angsty jennie x reader wherein reader feels insecure cos of jennie and v dating rumors? reader distances themselves from jennie cos of this!! endings purely up to you, thanks so much love ur works hehe

genre: a little bit of angst, fluff

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You are not the jealous type. You understand that her line of work unfortunately includes fans shipping her to any male idols. Besides, you don't have any problems with the shipping and rumored dating issues that are always coming her way—well, you shouldn't be, since you're not her girlfriend in the first place. She doesn't want to label anything that you have as of the moment—she wants the both of you to enjoy the now, and frankly, you are okay with it.

You're scrolling through your Twitter and you've seen that Jennie is trending once again. For the past couple of days, Jennie's name has been on the trending list—it may be because of a dress she wore, a leaked snippet of her solo song or another dating rumour, but right now, it is the latter. These V and Jennie dating rumours are getting out of hand. The rumours started when an edited photo of them was posted on Twitter, and since then, the rumours have never stopped.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the dating rumours are true," Lee Jung said. You are in YG's dance studio. You're there with the other dancers. Your friend, Lee Jung, is in charge of Blackpink's comeback, so here you are, wearing a big " Jisoo" name tag and practicing some dance moves before presenting it to YG and the girls. " Jennie and v would be a power couple, both are rich and good looking," another dancer continued. "She should be with someone like V. It's such a downgrade if Jennie were to date a normal guy. That's a bummer," Simeez gushed before urging everyone to practice.

Even after that little gossip escapade with the dancers, you cannot erase the fact that they do have a point. Good-looking people should stick together, right? You try not to be bothered by it because, one, you're not the girlfriend, and second, you are definitely not the girlfriend.

It would be a lie when you say that you were not affected by the conversation that took place four days ago. The conversation that took place in the studio is an eye-opener for you that a woman like Jennie is way out of your league. It all makes sense to you why Jennie doesn't want to label anything. She doesn't see any future with you—and thinking about that makes your heart sink a little.

"Y/N, can you help me? I'm kind of confused about the dance, " Jennie said. You're a little bit skeptical about her question since your choreography is focused more on Jisoo, but still, you approached her and asked which part is confusing.

"Are you okay? You haven't been answering my texts and you have rain checked on me four times in the past two weeks. Are you avoiding me or what?" Jennie said once you approached her. Her voice sounded so demanding and it irritated you a little bit—for a no-label relationship, she sure acted like one.

"Busy. A lot has been going on. Which part again did you find confusing? " you said. The tone of your voice sounded plain and robotic. You don't want to deal with this type of Jennie right now. You don't want to further the conversation, because if it did, it would be a burst of confession coming from you.

"Lee Jung, can I borrow Y/N? There's this part that I need help with. I can't focus here since there are a lot of people doing different dance moves. Do you mind? " Jennie pleaded. Lee Jung laughed and showed a thumbs up. Jennie then proceeded to drag your arm to the next practice room.

"I missed you," Jennie says as she kisses you. It was greedy, rushed, and passionate. You responded with the kiss, but your head is in a different place right now, and Jennie seems to notice it. 

"What the hell is your problem? You didn't look at me in the practice room, didn't answer my texts, and now you can't even fake how excited you are to meet me? " She said, angrily. If you are not in a sulky mood, you will find it scary, but your thoughts are only consumed by the fact that she is way out of your league.

"It's just that, I don't know. Whatever this is. We should stop" you said. Jennie looked at you dumbfounded. "Where did that come from?" Jennie stated irritably. "I don't know what happened, but you're becoming unreasonable right now. You're being selfish, Y/N. Your reason is "I don't know." Really? Are you fucking kidding me?" she continued.

Unreasonable and Selfish— You completely lost it when those words came out of her mouth.

"Jennie. Stop acting like we have something going on. You demand it as if we were girlfriends or something. You don't want to commit, remember? So you don't have the right to say that I'm unreasonable and selfish because it's you—you are the unreasonable and selfish one, " you spitefully said. "You deserve someone that you can proudly be with, Jennie. Clearly, there will never be an us. You deserve someone who is on the same level as you. Kai, V, G-dragon, and me? Your standards are falling, lady. Save yourself until you can." You jokingly said. Jennie is frozen at her spot, and you can't seem to read her mind. You decided to squeeze her arm and say goodbye. Just as before you leave—you heard the most unbelievable words from her mouth.

"I love you. " Jennie said. "I am afraid that I'll ruin something good. You're the first person whom I completely trust. I feel safe with you. You make me do things that I don't particularly enjoy doing in the first place. Y/N, I don't listen to Taylor Swift, but when you suggested that I should listen to her since you told me that her songs reminded you of us, she's the only artist I've been listening to for months now. I despise Captain America, but here I am, binge watching the fuck out of MCU so I can make small talk when you come back to my apartment. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. It was never my intention. Give me a chance. Let's sort this out. I promise that I'll make it right this time" Jennie said with much sincerity.

You approached Jennie and kissed her. It was the most passionate and genuine kiss you had experienced in your whole life. Kissing her was the only thing that mattered right now. You hugged her and whispered to her ear, "I would love to start over. Let's make this journey worthwhile," you said.

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

Story Event: Wicked love blooming in the dark night (part two)

Chapter 1

It's a semi rough, semi quick translation. I'll add disclaimers and warnings and edit the post later.

~~Part 1~~

(One month as a fairy-tale writer, huh. I'm feeling discouraged even before starting...)

I was walking down the corridor with a gloomy feeling, pondering on Victor's words.

*flashback starts*

Victor: "It's the fairy-tale writer's job to record their deeds. In order to do that, you have to deepen your understanding."

Victor: "Therefore, miss Kate, as your first task I want you to spend a day with one of them."

Victor: "...let's go a step further and make it a pretend lovers scenario! Yes, this is a brilliant idea!"

*flashback ends*

(How can I act as a lover of someone I just met... Not brilliant at all!)

The night I met them, I saw a pool of blood... and wanted to run away.

(What if I were to see such a sight again...?)

Alfons: "My my, you're white as a sheet. You look like you saw a ghost."

Kate: "Alfons..."

When I raised my head I saw Alfons looking at me from the landing.

There was a hint of insincerity in his otherwise gentlemanly demeanor.

This was Alfons in a nutshell.

Alfons: "I hear you were entrusted with a difficult task."

(They don't trust me here and think I want to escape... I need to work hard to prove that's not the case.)

Kate: "Y-yes, that's right. I never imagined doing such work and feel out of my depth."

I climbed the stairs with an awkward smile.

As I approached him a sweet, decadent scent wafted in my direction.

Alfons: "Truly, Victor can say such outrageous things..."

Speaking in exasperated tone Alfons removed his leather glove and gently touched the nape of my neck.

Alfons: "...since you already have a lover."

(Huh..?)

Alfons: "We swore love to each other, you and I."

~~Part 2~~

Alfons: "We swore love to each other, you and I."

(W-what?)

(...oh, come to think of it Alfons and I are lovers)

Kate: "I'm sorry, somehow I didn't think..."

Alfons: "You're so forgetful, aren't you?"

He shrugged and gently wrapped a strand of my hair around his fingers.

Alfons: "That's part of your charm, Kate."

Alfons: "Now, how shall we spend our delightful day together?"

(Delightful day?)

His words and gestures left me feeling restless.

Kate: "My today's task is to deepen the understanding so... I want to learn more about you."

Alfons: "Doing my job whilst being watched by my lover... that's pretty daunting, don't you think?"

Alfons: "Still, I understand. Well then..."

Kate: "huh..."

I felt a soft touch of his lips on mine as the back of my neck was gently pulled forward.

Alfons: "...let's educate my cute lover."

~~Part3~~

The bar Alfons brought me to was already overflowing with people.

Kate: "Do you frequent such venues so early in the day..?"

Alfons: "Mhm, many fine gentlemen do so....is it surprising?"

Kate: "It's surprising when it comes to nobles in general but... it makes sense when it's you."

Alfons: "Heh, should I treat it as a compliment?"

Alfons: "It doesn't matter whether it's a fancy establishment, a corner pub or an opium den in a slum. They're all the same."

Alfons: "Past their façade, they all overflow with basic desires."

When we sat at the bar, a young male employee called out to Alfons.

Young employee: "Is this your today's partner? Being a lady killer in high demand must be nice, Al."

(Today's? lady killer..?)

Alfons: "It is indeed. Isn't she cute? Would you like to join?"

Kate: "Huh? A-Alfons?"

(What do you mean by that?)

Young employee: "Haha, you haven't lost your innocence yet, my lady."

Alfons: "Heh, such a shame. Let's give her a bit more time. I'll see to it myself."

Young employee: "Do that. Would you like to order anything, Al?"

Alfons: "The usual. Same for her."

The young man served the drinks, then moved to a new customer.

(...my head was spinning with thoughts)

Feeling uneasy, I took a sip of White Lady.

Alfons: "A-ha! What's with that face?"

Alfons: "Did it bother you that much I asked him out? It was a joke, of course, a joke... Heh."

Kate: "Is that so.."

I stared at his enigmatic smile.

Kate: "I've just been told that I'm your partner for today and that you're a lady killer, so... aren't you just playing around?"

Alfons: "Oh dear, you're being jealous. Your sour expression speaks volumes."

He gave me a mischievous smile and pressed his index finger to my lips.

Alfons: "Having such a cute lover like you...how could I be unfaithful?"

~~Part 4~~

Alfons: "Having such a cute lover like you...how could I be unfaithful?"

His fingertip gently traced my lower lip, then moved away.

The intensity of his gaze caused me to involuntarily turn my head away in embarrassment.

(If I behave like this, he will think I'm just an inexperienced kid.)

Kate: "...if that's the case then I'm fine."

Alfons: "I'm glad to hear it."

He smiled and brought White Lady to his lips.

Alfons: "Do you like liquor?"

Kate: "... in moderation. What about you?"

Alfons: "I love it. I love anything that people cling to to forget reality."

Alfons: "Liquor, gambling, love, pleasure."

(I fell in love with an outrageous person)

Still, my heart was throbbing whenever I glanced at his profile, full of decadent sex appeal.

(Hmm...why did we become lovers...?)

Just as the question suddenly popped into my head, Alfons put down his glass.

Alfons: "Now that the alcohol dulled our senses just about right, let's do some work."

Kate: "Erm... you have work to do!? How can you drink knowing that, don't... ah."

(I'm drinking as well..!)

(Naturally he recommended it, but...)

Alfons: "Quite the opposite, working whilst drinking is great, don't you think Kate?"

Alfons: "Give your diligent lover a kiss of encouragement, if you be so kind."

~~Part5~~

Alfons: "Give your diligent lover a kiss of encouragement, if you be so kind."

The hand at the back of my neck gently drew me forward.

His gestures and eyes were so enticing it was easy to read more into it than I probably should.

(I have to resist being swayed by him)

Kate: "...It'll make me drunk, so no."

Alfons: "Ah, you're so uptight."

Alfons: "Though I like this part of you as well, Kate."

~~~

(Our destination is an almshouse in the slum area.)

Alfons' task brought us to a facility that helps the poor to find accommodation and employment.

(I wonder what kind of task that is)

Gradually, the anxiety I felt this morning resurfaced.

Alfons: "Kate"

His hand touched my chin and drew my face closer.

Alfons: "Don't look so worried. Today's mission is strictly to gather information."

Kate: "Really... then why you?"

Alfons: "Because my ability is perfect for infiltration and espionage."

Alfons: "I can create illusions for a short period of time. If I whisper with certain 'intent'."

(Illusions... the power to show things that aren't real. That's amazing.)

Kate: "With such ability... what are you going to investigate today?"

Alfons: "Dead bodies are being sold for autopsies here, which in itself is not illegal."

Alfons: "My task is to determine whether the operation is sound."

Kate: "...investigating a corpse trade, huh?"

Alfons: "It's just having a chat and looking around a bit. Won't take long."

Alfons: "I'm a son of an anatomist involved in the trade and you're my lover. Make sure you play along."

Alfons: "Well then, let's start our visit."

Chapter 2

[snek-panini]

So a while back I took up bookbinding so I could have print copies of my favorite fics. I don't usually post about that on here, but one of the authors whose fic I bound reached out to me asking to see photos of the finished work, so here they are. I'm not a photographer, these were taken on my phone, and I'm still fairly new to bookbinding so please excuse some of the messiness. The fic is The God Below by @kreauxlighe and it's in the Good Omens fandom. Give it a read if that's your thing, it's awesome!

The front cover. I don't know how to do fancy titles yet so I wrote it in by hand with embossing powder. It's inset into the cover--title is on paper, main cover is book cloth. This was my first time using book cloth and all the tutorials were correct, it's so much easier than the scrapbook paper things I was using before that. Edges of the cutout are more rounded than I wanted, but for a first time it's not bad, I think. Before this I just left the covers blank.

Edge view. Embossing powder doesn't work that well on book cloth (it sticks but the metallic shine doesn't show up) so the spine is blank. I might try to get fancy on it in future if I figure out how, but I might leave it. It's a first try and I like to see the progress. It is very square and I am SO proud of that because previous books I'd made came out wonky. It was the longest thing I'd bound at the time, with the thickest spine.

Top view. Again, very square, very proud. It has a ribbon bookmark and glued-in end bands. I thought ribbon bookmarks were Fancy Luxury Features that would be very hard to do, but it turns out they're easy, you just glue a piece of ribbon to the outer part of the book block before you put the end bands and cover on. Everything I make is going to have them now.

Page edges. Less proud here, they are very ragged. I was trying to trim the edges to make them even and the internet said I could do it with a craft knife. The internet was lying. It was hard to get them looking even this good. After this I sprang for a small book plow, which is what professionals use to get those nice flat even edges, and it was expensive but so very worth it.

Interior view, with bonus second shot of the bookmark! I typeset everything in MS Word, which I'm told is not very good for this but has the advantage of I don't have to pay for it because I already own it. Fancy capital letters are courtesy of the author, I pulled them from Ao3 when I copy/pasted the fic. Typesetting is hard, guys. Most resources online about how to make books don't bother to cover it, and searching for how to typeset a book usually results in lots of pages saying "don't do that, pay a professional to do it." Which is what you should do for self-publishing, absolutely, but I wanted to make one copy, for me, of a transformative work that I didn't write, so it was not useful advice in this case. This is something else I'm still learning, cobbling together the info by trial and error, but I'm still proud of what I accomplished with this one.

So that's it! I hope you like it, Jace! (I saw that on your blog, I hope it's ok to call you that? If not let me know and I'll edit it out.) I'll get started on your author copy once I finish the project I have ongoing, which is another fan binding but it's almost done.

[rjalker]

since I keep forgetting and the post keeps getting too long:

feral cat going on a rant to a former, and only just recently strayed indoor only cat about how no, being feral does not mean you're some super cool hero who knows everything and is always one step ahead of everything and living a life of amazing fun adventure. It means never having shelter or safety and knowing that the humans who brought you here broke their promise to not only you, but to your parents and their parents, and now they're all fucking gone so there's no more chances for them to even fix it. Being feral means not knowing whether you're going to survive the day or whether the flowers you're walking past are going to kill you. It means knowing your existence is actively destroying the world around you but you can't do anything about it except decide to die, and what the fuck kind of choice is that?

for a book about the pets left to fend for themselves after the apocalypse.

you are 100% encouraged to take this idea and run with it. It came from a dream I had several years ago now that I just randomly remembered for some reason.

Edit:

You know what, all my books are gonna be public domain anyways, you can just have the two things I wrote for this and use them as writing prompts for your own original story.

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Quote #1

That was the final straw.

"What do you mean you don't know?" [Indoor only cat] burst out, whirling on [Feral cat] "You're feral, aren't you?! You're supposed to know these kinds of things! What do you mean, 'I don't know'??"

[Feral cat] leapt backward and landed, back arched, ears pinned as [Y] hissed, tail twitching just above the ground. A growl started building in [Feral cat]'s throat as [Indoor only cat] stared, shocked by the display of open and abject fear in every line of [Feral cat]'s body.

"What are you--" [A] started to say, bewildered, taking a step forward.

[Feral cat]'s growl turned into a yowl, and [Indoor only cat] froze, unable to comprehend what was happening.

They stayed like that for a dozen racing heartbeats before [Indoor only cat] realized that backing away might be a good idea. And so would apologizing, now that [pronoun] thought about it. [A] backed up several steps, fighting to keep [C] body language relaxed and calm.

“I wasn't trying to scare you.” [Indoor only cat] said,

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Quote #2

"You think that's what feral means? You think being feral means knowing this kind of shit? You think ferals are kings of the streets, fearing nothing, knowing everything? Who the fuck told you that bullshit, your family's free roaming dog? Probably wanted to cover for the fact that he hadn't killed any of us yet and wanted to make himself feel better! You want to know what feral means, lapcat? It means watching all of your siblings die from the cold, or disease, or because they ran into the road and didn't see the car coming. It means watching your mother get killed by a stinking dog with a fancy collar and a shiny tag because her owner couldn't be bothered to keep her on a leash, and she thinks disemboweling cats is the greatest fun since humans invented squeaky toys! Feral means knowing that every human who sees you either hates your stinking guts and will try to run you over, or doesn't give a shit whether you live or die, just as long as you do it somewhere out of sight. It means knowing that your parents parents were house cats, living it up in luxury, just like the humans promised, until one day their humans realized your grandmother was pregnant, and decided they weren't worth the effort of keeping around anymore, not when there'd be kittens to feed, and broke their stinking promise by throwing them out on the street to fend for themselves. Feral means starving every day until you get lucky, and knowing every time you do that every other animal in this stinking city wants you dead with a vengeance. We don't stinking belong here, do you even understand that? We're not supposed to be here! The humans stinking brought us to this whole island, and they were supposed to take care of us, keep us safe inside their homes where nothing could hurt us and we wouldn't have to hurt the wildlife!

We came with the humans, and they were supposed to uphold their end of the bargain, but they didn't! They just kept breaking it, and didn't even try to fix things!

Even the ones who said they wanted to help you, they don't really care at all, they just want to stop you from having kittens, but they don't care what happens to you!

You see this stinking notch on my ear? That's from the human I thought was going to adopt me, bring me home and keep me safe – Well guess what? She lied! She didn't want to help me, she just wanted to stop me from having my own kittens some day, and as soon as that was done, she threw me back into the woods! She just kept stinking saying it was better this way, because I would be so sad if I was brought inside, and she didn't want to listen when I begged her not to put me back! And she didn't listen! Because she didn't care!

The humans brought us here, and broke their promise, and now you, one of the stinking lucky ones, think being feral is a good thing? You think it's a stinking mark of pride? You think it means I know anything and everything I need to to survive out here?

You think I can tell you whether or not this stinking carcass is safe to eat? You think being feral means I magically know what's going to kill me? What's next, you're gonna tell me you think I somehow know when it's safe to cross the street without a human running me over? Have you seen my stinking tail? I'll give you three guesses to how that happened!

Being feral is not some cool heroic stinking journey, housecat, it's a stinking nightmare, brought down on us by shitty humans who couldn't be bothered to do the one job they'd accepted! And now it's too stinking late for them to fix any of it, because now they're all gone, and they're never coming back!

Even if some of them are still alive, none of them are coming back for us, because now you, and the rest of your housekept friends, are no better than we are – feral. And to humans, feral means stinking useless. And don't you give me some sob story about how your human is different, your human really cares, your human is going to come back for you. You lived right on top of ground zero. Your human was probably dead before the first night was even over.”

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and yes these could just be part of the same scene but I wrote them separately, so you can just mush them together if you want.

The key point here is that they have to have actual cat body language though, so if you don't know what that looks like you should definitely learn before writing this. pro tip: cats don't hiss when they're angry.

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

OUT TAKES FROM 2800ft

NORMALLY I JUST DELETE THESE ENTIRELY but in the directors commentary for 2800ft I make a lot of references to the BDSM draft of the fic and I FOUND SOME OF THEM so here they are entirely unedited because it felt like a waste, a thing I have LITERALLY NEVER THOUGHT BEFORE IN MY LIFE

I'm still so sad the BDSM didn't end up suiting the tone of the fic, but I am glad I removed it. There was going to be a whole bit where Hux reached into his pocket to feel the key for bens collar as the plane when down, but i think the fic stands better on it's own

HAVE THESE ANYWAY FUCKERS

(edit: I'm going through my document conflicts on scrivener and I found a few more so I'm pasting them at the bottom but ur not getting fomating on these bc I'm lazy)

6/9/22 St. Louis, Missouri The Organa-Solo Residence

"You're insane," Ben says as the front door closes behind him. "You know that, right?" "I see you got my request," Hux replies, looking up from his book. He's been reading on the couch since he got home, waiting for Ben to land. "Tell me you didn't actually get this notarized." He holds up the piece of paper Hux slipped into his bag a few days ago, in anticipation of the event. "It's a remarkably cheap fee," Hux tells him, setting his book aside. "There's a limit on how much notaries can charge in Missouri, if it's a financial concern." Ben stares at him before reading the paper aloud. "A formal request of Ben Organa-Solo, made by Armitage Organa-Solo, to be fulfilled on June 9th, 2022," he starts. "If both parties are amendable, and schedules align, in celebration of the national holiday, Mr. and Mr. Organa-Solo will-" Ben stops, setting the paper down on the entryway table. "A formal request for sex?" Hux takes in the flush of Ben's cheeks, the hand toying with his hair. He's not furious, he's just embarrassed, but if the pace of his breathing is any indication- He stands, coming to meet Ben at the door. "You don't know what to be mad about, do you?" Hux asks, loving how Ben's head tilts downward, his eyes half-lidded. "You weren't expecting it, but it's within all out limits, and-" It comes to Hux, then. "You're not upset at all, you're just surprised." His hand comes to Ben's neck, pressing his thumb into the tense muscles and letting his fingers dig in between vertebrae. "Do you need a moment to adjust?" Ben shakes is head, so Hux steps closer, putting himself firmly into Ben's personal space. A soft hand on Ben's chest is all it takes to have him against the door, strong hands clenching at his sides listlessly. "You can touch me," Hux tells him, and his hips are held in a loose grip. "I'm sorry I surprised you. I thought we had done enough things similar, that it wouldn't be too much of a shock." Ben mutters something, and Hux uses a finger to tilt his chin up. "What was that?" "I thought you had a lawyer write it," Ben admits. "It sounded more formal than you normally are, in these things. I-" Words seem to fail him as his flush moves from his checks down to his neck. "The notary on top of that was a lot of strangers knowing I was going to suck your dick." "I tried a new style," Hux says. "I've been reading a few books on contract law in my spare time, thought it would be fine to try out. The notary was a half-asleep woman at the post office, she didn't even bother to read the document. Just had me sign it and her coworker witness it." He pauses. "Did you like that they might know?" "Didn't like it, how much I liked it." Ben draws a breath, letting his head roll back against the wall. "It's infuriating, wanting people to know what you do to me, all while refusing to let them see." "Private exhibition," Hux says. "Well, theoretical, more like." He pauses, wrapping his arms around Ben's shoulders. "I'll keep that in mind, but you haven't submitted a reply to my request." Ben laughs, leaning into him. "Request approved," he says. "Although I refuse to grant it holiday status." "National Day of Sixty-nining is sacred," Hux replies, pulling Ben from the door to lead him towards the bedroom.

-

10/07/22 St. Louis, Missouri The Organa-Solo Residence

"And he has no idea?" Hux rolls his eyes at Poe, taking the cake out of the freezer so it can thaw on the counter. In their small living room, most of their friends are gathered, drinks in hand and broken off into conversation circles. Phasma is asking Rey about Charlotte, Mitaka is meeting Finn as someone outside of the airport, and not just another employee he passes coffee to, and Han and Leia are having an unsurprisingly delightful time telling stories of Ben as a teenager to anyone who will listen. "I told him I was working, and that we were booked on fights, so I wouldn't have time to come down and see him, but I gave him specific instructions, and-" "I can't stress how much I don't need to know about your sex life," Poe says, cutting him off. "They weren't sexual," Hux huffs. It's an absolute lie, though. The instructions were incredibly sexual, but they were also meant to start the party a few hours later, and instead everyone started showing up early. Hux will just have to make up the disappointment to Ben later. It wouldn't be the longest Ben has handled social interaction with a cage on. Besides, Ben has his own key to it for emergencies. If he wanted, he could take it off while he changed, and Hux would understand. "I hate you so much," Poe whines, pulling Hux away from his thoughts. "Both of you, honestly." Hux shrugs. "Not my fault you're boring in bed." They leave the kitchen and the conversation behind as Hux hears a car door slam outside. "All right, I'm gonna meet him outside, everybody hide." And he does, steps onto the porch. He's supposed to be at work, but he's not so cruel as to allow Ben to completely embarrass himself. He's just smart enough to do it without a paper trail. "You're-" "Act surprised," he whispers. "They all thought this was a great idea, and showed up at our house without consulting me, but your parents flew in, and you know I feel bad saying no to them." "I hate surprises," Ben mutters, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I know, but I couldn't get away to call you. It was supposed to start at six, I was going to tell you when you got home, after-" he looks down, and Ben curses. "Up to you." "Not in front of my parents," he says. "Jesus, I'm gonna need a second." "Buying you time won't be hard, I haven't pulled the cake. I'll vamp." And then Hux is opening the door, ushering Ben in and watching as someone turns on the lights and their friends and family pop out from behind pieces of furniture. They sing happy birthday, and then Hux sends Ben to the bedroom to change and asks Han to tell the story of when Ben broke his window trying to move his bed. It's at least a ten minute story, and a good one, so no one will notice if Ben takes a moment longer to change than strictly necessary.

It's not until later, when guests are shooed away and they lay in bed, covered in sweat and fluids, that Ben curls into his chest. "I love you," Ben says, pressing idle kisses to his skin. "I just- Used to have to deal with their terrible ideas for my birthday alone. They'd get a cake everyone liked, instead of the one I wanted, they'd try to make me invite the whole class. I know they just wanted me to have friends, but it was awful. I didn't stop hating my birthday until I moved out." "It's the least I can do, given your agreement to entirely ignore mine." He runs fingers through long hair, pressing lips to the top of Ben's head. "Next year, I'm just forcing them to bend to my will, but I thought one year in was too soon to become your controlling spouse." Ben laughs, breath warm against his skin, and the arm hanging over Ben's shoulder pulls him closer. "You've always been controlling," Ben tells him. "Luckily for you, I'm pretty into that."

-

Smaller outtakes:

From the scene where they're heading to ikea:

“It should be the Malm,” Ben insists, because apparently, their earlier discussion about which bed frame to buy wasn’t finished. “It’s not practical,” Hux says, and then lowers his voice, “there’s no place to tie on that headboard, and I’m not buying under the be straps.” The red tinge that takes over Ben’s cheeks is well worth his own discomfort at bringing up their sex life in public. “So not the Malm,” Ben mutters, and Hux smiles into his drink. “You’re both gross,” Mitaka yells across the empty Starbucks. The early flights are only just starting, the line for security not yet backed up by the entrance. Hux flips him off as Ben’s skin returns to its normal color.

This scene was replaced by 5/30/21 take 2, which i think was a better scene because 'airport might get a bird dog' felt too on the nose

His feet are tucked under Ben’s thighs, still freezing despite the chill outside. It’s the start of a long weekend for both of them, three days where neither of them have any reason to be at the airport. Normally, this was cause for a trip, but spring cleaning had overtaken both of them the last few days. Now, with the last cobwebs and remnants of winter cleared from the apartment, they settle into a calm evening. “I heard the airport is thinking about getting a bird dog,” Hux says idly, not looking up from his tablet. Ben’s eyes are closed, his head lolled onto the back of the sofa, but his breathing is still relatively shallow. “If nothing else, the social media team is excited to have someone who won’t say no to their ridiculous video ideas.” Hux may still be bitter about being asked to join a group photo for Saint Patrick’s Day, even after he told the man three times that being ginger did not automatically make him Irish. “A dog on the ground isn’t going to prevent bird strikes in the air,” Ben grumbles, sitting up and blinking his eyes open. “I’m not sure it’s the best way for the airport to spend it’s money.” “Studies say otherwise,” he retorts, but lets the matter die. “And what would you have them spend money on?” Ben laughs, some joke Hux isn’t privy to. “No, really, what can they buy for the cost of a dog that would make you happier?” “They could just give you that money, and I’d be fine.” Rolling his eyes, he closes out of his email and sets his tablet aside to crawl into Ben’s lap. Any edges of sleep vanish, as do conversations of work.

[mushiewrites]

One Little Poke

EMMA. I'm not sure what is with your prompts and me taking to them well, but this is the second time I meant to write a drabble and wound up writing a whole fic. Oops. Anyways, here is the fic based on this ask from @emmadoodlewrites

prompt from this post: 20 - "Can you...do the thing?" / 36 - "I didn't tell you to stop"

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.4k words)

It had been quiet all day. Sapnap and Dream had spent hours behind closed doors, editing projects and getting videos ready to post for the upcoming week. George hadn't filmed his video idea yet, so he was left to himself with nothing to do (and no one to bother). He glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost 10PM. He grunted, turning his attention back to the random movie that had been playing in the background for the past hour.

George watched as the couple on the screen shared a heartfelt conversation while cuddling. He wasn't fully paying attention to the dialogue, but suddenly it had his full attention when he heard the woman scream out and dissolve into laughter as the man squeezed into her sides as they cuddled. He quickly grabbed the remote and clicked off the movie, sitting in disbelief for a second before burying his face into a pillow with a long whine. George could feel his cheeks burning, and he knew he wouldn't be able to shake this mood without a little help.

The british boy stood up from the couch, stretching slightly and mumbling to himself about how stupid the movie was, and how he would NOT ask Dream to help him with his mood, no matter what. His feet carried him up the stairs from the living room and before he knew it he was standing outside of Dream's doorway, peaking in the slight crack he had left the door closed at.

"Dream?" George called quietly, pushing on the door lightly to open it a little more. Dream turned his head around to acknowledge his presence with a smile, turning back around and typing on his keyboard.

"Hey, I'm basically finished. What's up?" Dream looked up at George when the brunette made his way over to stand next to his desk, noticing the faint pink hue on the smaller boys cheeks but not commenting on it.

"Yeah uh, nothing really. Did you maybe wanna watch something?" George refused to make eye contact with Dream and instead pretended to be interested in whatever Dream had up on his monitor. Dream let out a little huff of a laugh, nodding and saving his progress before he switched the computer off.

The two boys settled onto Dream's bed, huddling in close together as Dream powered on the projector and directed it towards the wall across from his bed. They decided on some random action movie, half paying attention and half talking about what edits Dream did on his video. However, Dream noticed that George wasn't here. Of course physically he was, but Dream could tell how out of focus his eyes were when he was speaking, clearly in another thought bubble that Dream wasn't a part of.

"Earth to George, are you good?" Dream teased, reaching over to poke George in the ribs to get his attention. He didn't expect George to be so reactive, jumping and falling back against the bed with a giggle as he covered his ribs with both hands. Dream knew George was extremely ticklish, but this was new.

"One little poke is all it takes, huh?" George felt his face heat up once more at Dream's teases, turning to bury his head into the covers to hide the redness making it's way down George's neck. He shook his head, not knowing if Dream was able to see it because of how far it was pushed against the bed, but protesting regardless.

"Alright, I concede." the blonde boy grinned down at George as he poked his head out of the blankets, his red face comparable to spending the day out on the beach without sunscreen. He watched as George covered his face with his hands, mumbling something but unable to make out exactly what was being said.

"What George?" Dream nudged his hands with another poke, gripping George's hands gently and lowering them away from his face. The older boy again refused to make eye contact, speaking so low it was almost impossible to hear again.

Almost.

"…..I didn't say stop."

Dream thought he was imagining things. There was no way George was actually wanting him to continue tickling, right? Dream knew that he loved it, but he also knew how much of a brat George could be. He had never, not ONCE, heard George ask for tickles. Ever. And Dream wasn't going to make this easy on him.

"You're right. You didn't say stop, did you?" Dream began his tease, sitting up and shuffling himself until his knees were crossed in front of him, leaning against George's right side as he continued to lay back against the bed. "It's almost like you want me to keep tickling you."

George let out another high pitched whine, bringing his hands back up to cover his face as he felt Dream's stare burn into him from above. He stayed silent, holding true to his word of not asking.

"Or maybe not! I guess you don't want me to continue, huh? Don't worry, I understand. You're way too ticklish for that. I won't put you through that misery." Dream faked concern and understanding, watching as George's tough facade slowly left. He smiled when he realized that in the absence of toughness, George was absolutely melting into full on lee, unable to help himself or fight the feeling off anymore.

"It's not my fault, okay! There was some stupid movie on that I don't even know what it was, and-and the people! The couple, they were cuddling and then the guy just....you know!?" he stumbled over his words, trying to explain the events leading up to his increasing lee mood. Dream quirked an eyebrow up, nodding slowly and chuckling.

"Right...I totally understood everything you just said."

"Dream….."

"Yes George?"

"Ugh...nervermind."

"No come on, just say it. Please?" with a huff, George lowered his hands again slowly, looking up at Dream and trying his hardest to speak clearly.

"Can you uh….can you do the thing?" Dream had to hold himself back from leaning forward and squeezing George's face in his hands, unable to process how adorable George was being. The smaller boy was now fully looking up at Dream with big brown eyes, no doubt embarrassed by how red his face was, but lee enough to finally give in and ask for what he wanted.

"What thing?" Dream decided to push a little further to see if he could get George to ACTUALLY ask for the whole thing, but decided to spare him when George let out another pathetic whine.

"Don't worry, I won't make you. You practically did ask, so of course I'll tickle you. Come 'ere." the blonde boy's cheeks hurt from how hard he had been smiling through George's nervousness, slowly moving to press his back against Dream's chest and allowing Dream to wrap his arms around his torso. Dream ran his fingers up and down George's shirt for a few minutes before eventually slipping his hands beneath the fabric, running his fingertips all over the smaller boys ribs and sides. George was squirming slightly, holding onto Dream's wrist as he rested his head back against Dream's shoulder. He let himself laugh without holding back, melting into the gentle tickles Dream was giving him.

"Is this okay?" he heard Dream ask after a few more minutes. He had migrated his hands from his sides to the sides of his tummy, just on either side of his bellybutton. Dream knew that was one of George's favorite spots to be tickled, and he chuckled as George went completely limp in his arms.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." he smirked, looking down at the blushy lee below him that was giggling up a storm. Dream was unable to help himself as he squeezed George a little tighter, leaning his cheek against the brunettes head as Dream continued to give soft tickles to George's melty spots. Eventually George's giggles died down into evened out breathing, letting Dream know he had fallen asleep. Dream adjusted them slightly to be fully laying down, cuddling a little more into George before letting himself close his eyes, sleep following soon after.

[the-pen-pot]

So, a reader asked some questions about Patreon over on AO3 in my comment box. A friendly reminder it is UTTERLY againt the TOS of AO3 to talk about Patreon even in the comment box - so I had to delete their comment, and I didn't fancy attempting to answer over there and getting done for breach in terms of service. 🤣

Instead, I'll answer the questions here:

On your Patreon, you said all fanfics will eventually find their way here. Is that actually the case? It seems like there are a number of stories on your Patreon that are not on AO3 (even ones that you posted quite a while ago).

Basically, I only post/update one multi-chaptered fic on AO3 at a time. It's really all I have time for. That means one fic is getting consistently edited and updated - in this case that's Hiraeth.

Other multi-chapter fics on Patreon (like King and Court, Guard of Diocletian, and Where The Heart Is) are incomplete, updated sporadically when people in the $5 tier vote for them in project polls - and they are predominantly still rough drafts. What goes up on AO3 is the final, edited version of the chapters.

When it comes to ficlets. I try to pop them up on AO3 eventually. These are one-shots - and they normally end up on AO3 within six months - sometimes sooner*. Basically I move stuff over when I have the time, and gradually, so as not to flood AO3 all at once with a dozen new fics.

(*Real life has been so hectic that I've fallen a touch behind on this - and have been steadily rectifying it this past month or so.)

One of the stories on your Patreon (Hiraeth), is locked, but it’s free to read on AO3. What is the reason for that?

Patreon gets updates of chapters of Hiraeth one week before AO3. So, for example, where I updated chapter 48 on AO3 this weekend, I updated chapter 49 on Patreon. Patrons are paying for that advanced access to the next chapter.

The reason the chapters already posted on AO3 are locked on Patreon is sort of really that there isn't one. I just assumed most people would rather read stuff posted on AO3 actually on AO3 since the navigation is better. I didn't bother unlocking those chapters when they're already readily available for anyone who wants to read them on ArchiveOfOurOwn

Some of the stories on your Patreon $2 level are locked, and some are not. What is the reason for that?

Some of the stories, particularly ficlets, are unlocked to followers on Patreon (that's people who don't pledge, but do want to keep tabs on me) one months after patrons have seen them and a little bit before they go up on AO3. It's a little treat for people who follow me but don't have the inclination to pledge.

Hopefully that helps!

P.s. People can sign up for free trials for a week in the $2 and $5 tier (I recommend the $5, because then you can get access to pretty much everything) BUT Patreon doesn't notify you when it comes to an end. They just take your money (which I HATE as a business tactic). However, that's totally out of my control, so I recommend getting the free trial and immediately cancelling so you're not charged, if you want to take a closer look at what's on offer. You can always come back and pledge later if you decide you want to!

[bloomboxygo]

Day 3: Duetto of Duelist and Spirit

@arcvmonth

Hello there, apologies if I've bothered anyone with my previous prompt, I'm bad at Tumblr. But I've learned.

But enough of that, let's move on to my main star! This'll be an analysis post o my favorite Monster, and I don't think there's really any other choice in my case.

The one bringing the power of flower and the strong in the song! Angel's song and supreme genius as one!

Bloom Diva the Melodious Choir!

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So, Bloom Diva... She's a fascinating one for sure. So well designed, so deceptively powerful (in the anime at least, powercreep's a bish), yet pretty much the embodiment of the Melodious archetype's biggest thematic shortcoming.

Quite a daunting intro for sure... But it wouldn't be an analysis if I didn't include everything. So... Let's get through listening to her song fully, piece by piece, verse by verse.

Verse 0: Setting the script (history)

I'll have to confess right away... I haven't played with her that much. Historically, the times I've played YGO were before ARC-V was a thing. I had left YGO as my circle of friends all stopped playing, and that was with Duelist Alliance. So only when Aria, Sonata and Mozarta were available.

I only discovered Bloom Diva in 2022, when I came back to YGO via Master Duel. And I gotta say, I was particularly hooked with her, but not immediately. Also I haven't played her much, because trying to play Melodious past gold in MD is pain.

The REAL kicker was when I watched her work in the Anime as she devastated pretty much everyone she came across (including Yuzu herself). But I think I'll hold off on it for now.

Verse 1: Costuming for the Concert (Design)

She's super cute, first and foremost. I'll admit that I have a soft spot for gentle looking girls and classical music. The Melodious definitely piqued my interest back in the day for those two things alone. But Bloom Diva's... Particular.

In general, there's a shift in design with the Melodious Monsters. They've changed from exotic, weirdly colored fairies with the maestras having whole eyes and wholly classical looks, to more human looking chorus girls, with various normal skin tones, and Bloom Harmonist was the extreme... Vanilla side of things.

Bloom Diva is peak exotic here. While she is of fair skin, the three pronged silver hair, and the lines on her shoulders, arms, and under her eyes do give off a more mystical vibe to the design. Like... What other musical motifs are on her body? There are some examples out there such as a small pentagram on Aria's right knee. Yet it's a thing no one really knows (especially because fanart of her is pretty much all her wearing her usual dress. Well, all that isn't my commissions AFAIK) Her whole eyes are also full of life, but have the potential to be quite creepy actually, and it's a really quirky detail which I enjoy in a design. Both of these details also belong to Mozarta, and suddenly having a Maestra as required material makes sense.

The musical themes on her designs are somewhat subtle, but still stand out. Those are the two symmetrical hairpins that resemble treble clefs, and pentagram lines both on her arms and on her huge, floating veil that could give Reiji's scarf a run for its money.

However, the flower themes on her design are quite strong. She is "Bloom Diva", after all, so there are various kinds of them! Yellow flowers as her earrings, second necklace and bracelets (6th bracelet girl?), and these are made of petals which, bonus, scatter all over the Field due to Bloom Diva controlling the wind around her at all times. A less noticeable flower theme would also be her dress. A two-layered white and azure dress which resembles a campanula, actually! But of course, we can't overlook the flower stage. A lotus flower which emphasizes the bloom theme excellently as her entrance as her bloom on the stage! Also she's the only Melodious Monster who comes with her own stage, so that's fun. It's clear quite a bit of effort went into this design, and I'd personally rank it S tier were it to be a tier list or something, I dunno.

Verse 2: Taking the Stage (gameplay)

Bloom Diva had been dubbed as "Yubel 2.0" when she first debued. Then again, her anime effect is purely destroying any Special Summoned Monster that battled her and reflecting battle damage, and making her indestructible by battle when you activate the effect. The anime Bloom Diva could be destroyed by any Card Effect or any Normal Summon just fine.

Now, let's get on to the OCG effect, which is... Quite weird.

Can't be destroyed at all and you take no battle damage from her battles, so more defensively viable for sure. But instead of reflecting battle damage, she burns for the difference between the battling monsters' original ATK, and IF she does, the Monster's destroyed.

This... Creates some interesting differences.

The Bloom Diva in the OCG is generally more solid and consistent. However, there's a few things she suddenly got worse at compared to the anime.

First and foremost, how you Summon her. The non generic Melodious material was changed... From Songstress to Maestra. This means that the bricky Maestras are needed as Fusion Material, but at least Ostinato makes things easier, even if Summoning Bloom Diva with it isn't the best option unless you are in Duel Links.

Second, how her damage works. The fact of it being consistent burn damage instead of reflected battle damage means that any modifiers that don't modify the ORIGINAL ATK of either Monster simply won't matter, INCLUDING TAMTAM! Tamtam is designed to work perfectly with Bloom Diva, lowering her ATK to deal more damage. In the anime, that works just fine. In the OCG, it doesn't. (Though Pianissimo actually works with her. Still, it's kinda redundant making her indestructible when she already is!)

Then just nitpicks in general because of the environment around her. Mostly, the other Melodious Monsters, who in the anime... Suck overall. COMPARED to the OCG version. In the actual game, making Bloom Diva is redundant unless you are facing an enemy indestructible by battle: her method of damage is slow and her innate protection can be covered by Aria and Elegy, and they work better as they provide global protection as well as targeting protection. Also if someone negates the burn damage in any fashion, Bloom Diva won't destroy anything.

Verse 3: Following the ARC...V (Anime presence)

This is where Bloom Diva truly shined. Albeit... Not exactly due to competition on her part. While she is a considerably powerful monster, especially in the context of the anime... She certainly stands out more because of how little the other Melodious do. Not only because of their lack of power, but because of a lack of what I would like to call "Character Synergy".

By that I mean, how a Deck relates to the character they're assigned to. Are there traits in there that could be directly compared to traits in the Duelists' personality or history? I would say ARC-V excels in that regard! Here's some examples of why!

Sora is a textbook example of a "Monster revealed under a cutesy guys", and the Fluffals and Frightfurs follow. Doesn't come out as well after his face turn, but eh.

Shun has Raidraptor Falcon XYZ Monsters that are perfect for battling against adversities and superior forces, which he surely had to all his time in the war. And each of them causes certain destruction whenever they enter. Raidraptor Falcon, having a much tamer and more defensive effect, is the fruits of Shun gaining trust in Crow and developing his friendship with him.

GONGENZAKA MIGHT AS WELL BE A SUPERHEAVY SAMURAI, DANGIT (He kinda became one!). Attacking while in defense is the pinnacle of standing your ground. No spells/traps in his deck to achieve their full potential because he has to hold the line and can't run around and search for Action Cards. It's PERFECTION.

So... How does Melodious perform in this category? Very poorly in the anime. They have very much a lack of cohesion in their effects there (the theme of Special Summoning being purely beneficial to them was pretty much exclusive to the OCG). Besides the music theme they share with Yuzu (and even then, she doesn't show it outside of the note pin and pink pentagram draw) they don't have a theme to make them stand out, as their effects are just too weak while not being that gimmicky. It was said around that even then, the theme was swarming, but I dunno! While Mozarta can Special Summon a Melodious from Hand, if you need to spend your whole Hand to have Mozarta and Canon on the field, then something's wrong. (In the OCG, that same hand would have been a full board.)

So... With that ranting out of the way, I can say Bloom Diva fits in this segment because I would say she had "character synery" with Yuzu. Maybe I'm stretching a tad, but please listen to me.

Bloom Diva is the fruits of Yuzu's growth. When she was humbled by Masumi and decided to train under Sora's wing, this is what it would all leave up to. Sure, Bloom Diva came out because Yuzu wanted to fight against Fusion, and she's sure to be active against every Fusion. However, there's more than that.

She learned Fusion, she gained Bloom Diva, to protect her Friends, so she could make her mark and do her part in the grand mystery that would eventually become the Interdimensional war. She's a little fish in a big pond, but she's determined to do her best and face things much bigger than her head on, as long as it's to protect or console her friends with her numbers.

Bloom Diva is very much the same way. A mere Level 6, 1000 ATK Monster... Such a low statline and level are fitting of a little fish, but that little fish strikes back pretty much every big important Monster in ARC-V, things that are much bigger than her. In particular, it would work very well against two things: Academia Monsters who love to inflate their ATK numbers to ridiculous levels, and most of the dimensional dragons!

Fun fact: assuming there are no damage modifiers or nullifiers, a Tamtam boosted Bloom Diva, in the anime, would ONE-SHOT Z-ARC AND ODD EYES. This is because Odd-Eyes doubles any battle damage he would deal to Bloom Diva... And that's reflected, and Z-ARC has 4000 ATK and he still takes the damage, unaffected or not.

Bloom Diva demonstrated her prowess, and thanks to her, Yuzu went on a hot streak.

Bloom Diva dealt the finishing blow to Masumi, Mikiyo, and Olga in the tournament, with De-Fusion making sire Halil would also be OTK'd as he was participating with Olga. Bloom Diva then was STOLEN from Dennis, and he beat her exactly because Bloom Diva became too strong. Oh and she also beat Chojiro, but that was more Score's thing.

Verse 4: Struggling with Theming (En Flowers relation)

Or as I'd like to call it: "Maestra! Konami ate our scripts!"

Bloom Diva more than deserved her title as Ace Monster of Yuzu, even in Duel Links. However, that puts her in a really weird spot when we consider the theme that was assigned to Yuzu as part of the Bracelet Girl theme... Flowers. With the MELODIOUS archetype.

While the other Bracelet Girl archetypes fit with the Characters' assigned themes fine, music and flowers... Aren't the same thing.

However, Bloom Diva is, and later Bloom Prima. Two Monsters that actually follow the theme. But something's not right...

Why are the Fusion Monsters the ones with the flower theme... Assigned to the STANDARD Bracelet Girl?

There can be two schools of thought for that.

The Kachou Fuugetsu theme was decided way too late into Melodious' production so they decided to slap the flower theme on any Monster they could to be done with it.

Yuzu was meant to learn all summoning methods, which all have flower themes, as that would create a message that from Standard Monsters, any Extra Deck stragegy can Bloom, and you need them for that (Runick wasn't a thing yet, shut up).

I'd... Go with the second one. If they could just slap something to fit more with the En Flowers Standard theme, they could always just make a bigger Main Deck boss Monster. But there was a plan here, to have Yuzu grow parallel to Yuya in their journeys... But Melodious just didn't sell. So their support was axed and ended some time after Bloom Diva (easy to assume the other Melodious Cards were in production by that point). Methinks it was a certain situation with Yuzu learning something with a friend who looks like Yuya... But I'm derailing.

So... This concerns Bloom Diva because she would have started that trend. And it became a trend of two, of which she was infinitely more popular (Bloom Prima was omega disrespected). Also another problem: Who should be Yuzu's ace?

When the bracelet theme really came together at around episode 126 and onward, Mozarta was chosen as Yuzu's ace, sticking out of a flower field like a sore thumb in the demonstration image they attached to Yuzu's description there.

However, for everything else... It's Bloom Diva. Individually, she's the best performer of the Melodious group, and is the only source of non-battle destruction Melodious has ever had. Plus she's FAR more popular, especially in fanarts which depict a Duelist cosplaying as their Ace Monster. Bloom Diva is almost always chosen for Yuzu, and there's very little for Mozarta. So... Yeah.

I don't want to end on too dour on a note, but this... Is all I have to say about Bloom Diva.

At least, THE STUFF KONAMI PUT ABOUT BLOOM DIVA:

Improvised Verse: HEADCANONS

We're talking about pretty much my main character of my main fic. OF COURSE I had headcanons about her.

But... I won't go too hard on these. After all, there's both headcanons about Bloom Diva as a MONSTER and as a CHARACTER. For the sake of this Day, and to not derail again, I'll focus on the Monster qualities. Also they'd need some hints on her designs or appearances on the show.

She's the exact Fusion of Mozarta and Soprano. We can see Bloom Diva being an evolution of Mozarta in the same way Odd-Eyes had his Fusions. Sure, Mozarta became much more minute, but with the whole eyes, the lines on her body, the small arms compared to her general figure and the lines that scroll from below her eyes through her cheeks (which Shopina doesn't have BTW) being all the same, it can be said for her to be another form of Mozarta.

If Bloom Diva's effect gets negated for the turn, her voice disappeares for that time, the petals stop twirling around her as she can't perform her Reflect Shout, and if she attacks, it would be a dainty slap, not dangerous at all.

Most would say that Bloom Diva has her feet on the stage at all times, but I'd argue her stage... Is her feet. She did blossom to the stage from there, after all.

She is technically Austrian. Real world locations and earths are established in ARC-V. Since Mozarta existed that must mean that Mozart must have been there. And so, she's technically Austrian. Supported by Bloom Prima theoretically being Shopina's Fusion. Shopina was inspired by Chopin, so Bloom Prima is French. She can talk some French at least, thanks to the Fusion Fright Waltz scene.

WELL NOW... We're actually done. If you read through all of this, thank you for listening to my ramblings about Yubel standing on a flower pot.

Jokes aside... I really, really like Bloom Diva. There's just so much right with her despite all the mess around her. She's the superstar of the wonderful mess that is the Melodious archetype, and no one can take that away from her.

TLDR; Bloom Diva cute and valid, she Yubel standing on a flower pot, dropkicked whoever she faced in the anime, and stands out in Melodious but why are Konami such COWARDS NOT EVEN A SUMMON ANIMATION IN MASTER DUEL Though Duel Links animation was crispy