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jihyocentric · 2 months

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today i offer you mohyo!

“why won’t you pick up the phone?!”

the scream of a question can be heard from sana’s room, and perhaps even the neighbors had heard it through the thick walls of their apartments. momo was rarely loud, which compensated for sana’s lack of quiet, but the constant buzzing and ringing of sana’s phone had been disturbing her through her movie, enough to make her snap.

it was even more rare for the device not to be on sana’s hand all the time, given sana’s need to be persistently online, yet the phone was left on a counter at the kitchen, far from sana and closer to momo.

“because it’s her!” sana screams as she answers back, huffing as she finished her makeup with way too much blush on her cheeks.

that night, sana had a date. it’s not like the date was meant for her to know more about the girl who had asked her out — the both of them had other intentions, clearly, which was why they’d meet up at a club. after breaking up with jihyo, sana has had quite a few dates, all of which ended up on only one thing, indicating that sana was still her same old self, as if jihyo was never even there.

looking back to when she was still with jihyo, sana really thought she’d eventually fall for her. jihyo was complicated — but sana found her to be lovable. she was the first girl who sana called ‘girlfriend’, all because, for some reason, she couldn’t just have a one night stand with her, and they kept repeating their first night together until eventually jihyo decided that sana was her girlfriend.

now, after no longer than two months of their breakup, with sana aware that jihyo knew, somehow, that she had a date, sana regrets not rejecting her. deeply so, flushed not only because of the excessive makeup on her cheeks, but because she was angry.

momo pauses her movie, grunting as she hears sana’s annoying ringtone for the nth time. “she’s calling again!”

“sanaaaaaaa.” jihyo cries, impatiently waiting for sana to answer her calls.

she had parked her car in front of sana’s building, a familiar place that jihyo was no longer allowed to enter. despite granting sana’s wish of sending jihyo away and forbidding jihyo of paying sana a ‘visit’, the doorman still pitied the young girl, pretending he didn’t see her car parked where it wasn’t supposed to.

jihyo had been crying since morning. it became routine after sana left her — jihyo woke up, thought about sana, wondered why her girlfriend had been acting so mean, and wept until she found enough comfort to go on with her day, pretending to everybody, including her own friends, that she and sana had never broken up.

jihyo couldn’t understand why sana had left her. part of the reason why that happened was the idealization she had of sana's love for her, which was fueled by sana, who even told jihyo nobody had ever made her feel what jihyo made her feel. sana wasn’t lying then, her feelings for jihyo were genuine, and they might have evolved into something stronger if only they were meant to be. that wasn’t the case, and while jihyo fell harder, sana kept losing her interest on her.

the rejection was unbearable. truly so, to the point jihyo rejected being rejected. sana definitely didn’t mean all the things she had been saying to jihyo lately, and she certainly didn’t mean to break up with her. they were perfect together, the campus’ perfect couple. it didn’t matter if their relationship had only lasted a little over six months and that sana had been going out with other women. she is just confused, jihyo believed. sana would go back to her.

jihyo anxiously moves one of her legs, putting weight on her knee, the leg bobbing incessantly as she waited. for a period of time, jihyo has her forehead against the wheel of her car, breathing slowly as she tried to prevent the tears from coming, but the more she waited, the more heartbroken she was.

the buzzing of her phone stops, and jihyo is about to dial sana’s number again, but then there’s a voice coming through the speakers.

“if you don’t get this call, i’ll get it for you!” momo huffs, unusually annoyed.

“i don’t care!” sana shouts from her room.

sana did the extraordinary — she was starting to piss momo off. momo stands up, loudly threatening sana to tell her ex where she’d be for the night (or part of it), and sana takes perhaps too long to understand momo’s intent behind answering the call. her feet make a harsh sound as she rushes out of her room, and momo was about to take her phone when she appears in the kitchen.

“momo, no!” sana chastises.

“it’s been a whole hour of this! you could’ve muted it!” momo says, evidently upset.

“momo,” sana’s eyes widen. she tries to get her phone from momo’s hands, but momo turns around and sana ends up hugging her, still trying to snatch it from her roommate’s hands. “momo, you can’t pick this up! she’ll ruin my night, stop it!”

momo ignores sana’s pleas. “she ruined my movie!”

before sana can do anything to stop momo, her phone stops ringing and they hear a whimper. instant regret is what momo feels, because she wasn’t really trying to snitch on sana, but now she was on a call with her ex, and the girl was clearly crying from the sounds of it.

“hey, uh…” momo starts, trying to remember her name. she remembers sana used to call her ji, but that couldn’t be her full name, so momo resorts to another approach. “pretty girl.”

“sana?” jihyo rushes to pick her phone from the dashboard of the car, hands shaking. to her, the few words she’d heard had been nothing but a rhythmic pattern of sound. in her pitiful state, she couldn’t tell that the person wasn’t sana.

momo shakes her head, as if jihyo could see her. “momo. so, cutie, sana can’t answer the phone right now. she asked me to tell you that, uhh…”

sana panics, letting go of the tight hug to face momo, silently begging her not to tell jihyo where she was going. she was already trying to imagine how it would be to tell her date that they couldn’t go to their desired location because her crazy ex would follow her anywhere. perhaps sana would just have to cancel it at last minute, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself because of jihyo.

momo clears her throat. “s-she… she’s sick!” she bursts out with the affirmation. “she’s resting in bed, so she can’t talk to you.”

“really?” jihyo sniffs. she has her arms crossed, eyes red and puffy from crying, disappointed because she wouldn’t get to see sana. “it’s nothing serious, right? will she be okay?”

“it’s very contagious!” momo explains.

sana looks at her with a reprimanding face, not fond of where that conversation with her ex was going. at least she was free from jihyo. for that, sana was relieved.

“contagious?” jihyo pouts, her heart aching from imagining sana suffering in bed.

“oh, yes. very. but i’m taking care of her, so you shouldn’t worry. she will talk to you soon!” momo laughs when sana grimaces.

jihyo’s heart races. it had been too long since sana willingly spoke with her. “she… she will?”

“uhh, sure! hehe.” momo fakes out a laugh, knowing sana wanted to end her right there and then. “i have to go now.”

“okay.” jihyo sighs. “tell her i miss her. and… that i wish she recovers fast.”

“will do,” momo replies. “bye bye.”

sana steals her phone back as soon as momo hangs up, her breathing heavy from the slight fear of momo messing up built up in her stomach.

“you owe me one.” momo declares. “she will stop calling and she thinks you’re staying at home.”

“did you have to add that it was contagious?” sana asks, still mad at momo.

“i saved your night and that’s what you’re thinking about?” momo complains, walking away from sana. as she was already in the kitchen, it wouldn’t hurt to grab a snack to eat while watching her movie. “so ungrateful.”

it was time for jihyo to give up and leave. sana wouldn’t have her date and jihyo wouldn’t be able to talk to her, so there was no point in staying, waiting for nothing to happen.

no tears were left inside of her to keep crying, so jihyo spent a couple of minutes drying her face and reapplying her makeup, uncertain of where she’d be heading to now that sana was unavailable. meeting up with her friends was always an option — a way better one than returning to the loneliness of her own apartment.

jihyo checks her appearance through the rearview of her car. she still looked good, but it was evident that she had cried. the tear stains were quickly covered with powder, but her eyes remained puffy, and it would take a while for them to look normal again.

as she considers finding her friends and having a good time that night, jihyo notices someone familiar leaving the building in front of her.

“sana…” jihyo mutters.

it was her. sana, with her phone against her ear, wearing the jacket jihyo had failed to steal before they broke up. sana looked beautiful — she looked beautiful for another person, and she had just lied to her.

jihyo grabs her purse and the car keys, her heart pounding, both hurt and angry, making her way to sana before she got to call a cab or whatever the person she was calling was.

sana wants to evaporate the moment she sees jihyo in front of her. that was new — jihyo had been waiting outside, it seemed. not that it surprised sana that she would do something like that, but it was definitely not something she had expected to happen that particular night.

“i see you’re sick.” it’s the first thing jihyo says.

the tone of her voice is impolite and coated with rage, and sana considers running back inside and making momo fix the situation she had created. but sana didn’t owe jihyo anything, and so, she decides she won’t allow jihyo to really ruin her night.

“why are you here?” sana asks, coming out harsher than she’d ever been with jihyo. unfortunately, her date hadn’t picked up the call, so there was nothing sana could do to avoid speaking to jihyo.

the hostility seems to be enough to make jihyo lose her posture. it had always been easy, to make jihyo lose her bravado and look like nothing but a spoiled little girl who couldn’t bear to not have what she wanted. that’s how sana saw her, jihyo knows. sana wasn’t wrong, and jihyo also knew that, but she still wanted sana, even when it made her look like a fool.

“because you’re my girlfriend.” jihyo answers. “you can’t go on dates with others when you already have me.”

“i broke up with you, two months ago.” sana says, with her jaw locked. “if you follow me, i’ll make you regret. i’m so serious, jihyo, you’re…”

“why can’t you take me on a date instead?” jihyo suddenly asks, ignoring sana’s last comment. she didn’t mean that anyway, jihyo was sure. “these girls will never give you what i can give you. you will never love them, sana.”

“and i’ll never love you.” sana sighs, frustrated. “that’s why we broke up. i don’t love you. i never did and never will. i made it clear from the beginning that i wasn’t looking for that.”

jihyo shakes her head. “but you said you liked me, that the feeling was new to you. we were starting to…”

sana phone rings again, interrupting the younger girl in front of her. this time, sana wants to answer the call — because it wasn’t jihyo.

“forget what we had.” sana asks, too cold with her words. “leave me alone.”

when sana walks away, jihyo wants to run to her. her legs don’t move and sana is already entering another street when jihyo lets her words really sink in. they had hurt her more than hearing from sana that she wanted to break up with her, and still jihyo wanted sana.

it doesn’t take longer than another week of jihyo pretending they were still together for sana to decide that she wasn’t going to deal with her anymore.

“it’s worse to let her know i don’t care about her than blocking her.” sana explains to momo, unblocking jihyo on all of her social media accounts. “i have a plan. and you are helping me.”

“me? why?” momo suddenly pays attention to sana. she’d been barely listening to her, too busy cooking lunch for them to hear what sana had to say about her ex.

“because you picked up the phone last week and everything went wrong. you owe me something.” sana states. “so now you’re dealing with her. i’ll tell the doorman she can come any time she wants, but it’s you who’s going to talk to her. i won’t be here when she arrives.”

momo stirs the meat in the pan, considering stealing a piece for a small taste. “how would you know when she’s coming?”

“she always comes when she knows i’m going out. so i’ll leave earlier than i usually do, and because she will have access to the apartment, she’ll come here.” sana says, as if she had thought about it for long enough to have the details planned out. “all you have to do is keep her here for a while, that way she won’t follow me. if we keep doing that, maybe she’ll give up.”

“she didn’t follow you last week, though. maybe she’s starting to accept the breakup.” momo gives in and grabs a piece of meat, sneakily putting it in her mouth before sana can look away from the phone to focus on her.

sana sighs. “that’s only because we had a fight. she was upset, but she’s not anymore. it’s like a loop. she keeps coming back even when i hurt her.”

“so you’ll have a date outside and i’ll have a date inside,” momo jokes, accepting her own fate. “does she like video games?”

sana raises an eyebrow at momo’s mention of her having a ‘date’ with her ex. “i never asked. she doesn’t seem like the type of girl who does.”

momo shrugs. “i’ll find something to do with her.”

jihyo feels like something is wrong the moment her entry in sana’s building isn’t denied. everything seemed odd from the moment sana was no longer blocking her on social media — jihyo should feel happy, because now she gets to see sana’s posts again, but it’s almost as if sana was putting an end to them for good, and jihyo just didn’t know how.

it’s nighttime when she gets there. it’s usually around that time that sana would go out. sana did it every week, unable to stay at home, as if her nights out were the only moments of genuine joy in her week. jihyo never understood that part of sana — her need to party, to meet new people, and her incapability of committing to someone instead of having one night stands.

if the obsession hadn’t corrupted her mind, jihyo would know that sana wasn’t the right person for her. they were nothing alike. what she has always wanted for her life was never what sana wished to have for hers. to have a stable relationship, to get married eventually and have kids when it was the right time.

and it’s not like jihyo wanted to keep getting hurt, but even when sana told her clearly that she’d never love her, something still made jihyo not give up, pulling her towards sana like a magnet — it was both hope that sana would magically realize that she loves her and that they’d be happy once that happened, and something else. something jihyo had yet to figure out.

it’s not sana who answers the door. it’s momo — jihyo remembers her name. sana’s roommate. she couldn’t tell, but momo was sweating, because she’d promised sana to keep jihyo inside for an hour, but now that she’s face to face with her, momo hardly know what to say or what to do with her.

“ji…” momo stops to think, attempting to remember her name once again. sana had said it a couple of times that day, and yet all momo could remember was the ‘ji’. “soo? jisoo?”

“jihyo.” she smiles, sweet. “can i talk to sana?”

it’s when jihyo crosses her arms, with a purse dangling from her elbow and faint pink on her cheeks, that momo notices she’s prettier than she’d expected. momo has seen her before, of course, but never that close, and she was never bothered enough about sana’s girlfriend to pay attention to her. that was sana’s girl, after all. there was no point, back then, to give her any special attention.

but jihyo wasn’t sana’s anymore, so momo was allowed to look at her the way she was unconsciously doing. ogling her from head to toe, licking her lips when she notices how short jihyo’s skirt was, sighing when she stops herself from staring at her any further, or else jihyo would think she was a creep and sana’s plan would go to ashes.

“come in, jihyo.” momo invites.

unaware of the fact that momo had just checked her out, jihyo steps inside, nervous because she believed sana was there.

if momo had any worries about not having what to do with jihyo, they were all gone as soon as jihyo turned around, with her arms still crossed, hands rubbing her own arms as if she was cold, giving momo an even better sight of her cleavage slightly squeezed by her arms.

momo had been the best friend sana could ask for, really. she deserved a treat, and there was an interesting way momo could help both sana and herself simultaneously.

“sana is out, jihyo,” momo announces after closing the door. that way, maybe jihyo wouldn’t find an excuse to leave so quickly. “but would you mind making me some company until she arrives?”

nothing about momo made jihyo want to refuse the request — nothing but her friend, sana, who probably had her hands inside a random girl’s pants by that time. jihyo considers leaving, but she had nothing to do at home. and then she considers staying, which sounded more reasonable to her than leaving after being there for half a minute.

“…it’s because i cook when i’m anxious. and when i’m happy. or sad. i cook a lot. but sana doesn’t eat at home often and i can’t eat it all by myself, so i give everything i make to the neighbors…”

jihyo listens attentively as momo shares a story with her, on her third glass of wine, seemingly forgetting about the fact that she would have to drive later. jihyo didn’t want to stay for too long, at first. she had stayed because she was far too polite not to, but she ends up having dinner with momo, and then she finds herself watching a movie and drinking with her, as if they were on a date.

“…but the granny from an apartment downstairs has a very jealous husband,” momo pouts as she speaks, making jihyo laugh, already imagining what was about to come. “he thought i was flirting with her because i kept giving them the desserts i made, but i only gave those to them because she is nice! he was so loud telling me to have respect for the elders that i think the entire floor heard him.” she whines. “that cheesecake was delicious! it was his loss, honestly.”

without even realizing, jihyo had forgotten about sana. momo did that effortlessly, being funny and flirty, giving her something sana had never given her. a proper date — even though jihyo didn’t see whatever that was as a date. they were only strangers who shared one thing in common.

sana. jihyo was there for sana, until she was there for momo’s stories, the relaxed voiced that came out hoarsely after a couple drinks, and the bold hand subtly touching her knee, without a mere announcement or request — momo was touching her, palming her warm skin that was bare from wearing a skirt, as if they weren’t just acquaintances.

“i can understand why he would think you were flirting with her,” jihyo laughs softly, leaving the nearly empty glass at the center table. “you are very flirty.”

momo smiles, the movie long forgotten as she sits facing jihyo. her hand never moves away. “you think so?”

jihyo nods slowly, cheeks flushed due to the alcohol. “are you flirting with me now?”

momo had noticed from the moment she saw her — jihyo’s eyes were big. they were the prettiest she had ever seen, sparkling brighter the more she laughed. at the back of momo’s head, where there weren’t any thoughts about moving her hand higher, she wondered how sana didn’t fall for jihyo, even after dating her for months. it had only been an hour and momo felt like she had. or perhaps she was blinded by a filthy need located everywhere but in her head, unable to think straight.

“maybe.” momo replies. “would you like that?”

jihyo watches, feels, as the hand moves, going under her skirt. “i…”

“i love this!”

it’s amusing — momo has a subtle smile on her lips, wondering if they would receive any complaints about the noise.

jihyo was loud. maybe that was only a consequence of the lack of sana, but momo was hardly doing anything and jihyo was on the edge once again.

before momo had her like that, impaled on her cock, riding her with sheer enthusiasm, loudly whining and making sure to vocalize how good momo was for her, how good she felt inside, how she’d never taken anyone bigger, taking the girl to her room had been difficult. jihyo kissed like she’d never been kissed before, hungry and messy, as if she had no coordination at all, and now she rode her just the same.

momo coos, wanting to ask jihyo if that was what she really needed — if taking her cock was all she needed to forget her obsession with sana, wondering what jihyo’s answer would’ve been then, when almost all of her length was inside of the smaller girl who stubbornly attempted to take more cock than she could.

“b… big, momo,” jihyo mutters, reciting the only things she could possibly think about, her ex’s best friend and the way she stretched her up. “a-again, i’m… i-i’m… momo!”

labored breaths, tiny shrieks of pleasure and a sweet voice chanting momo’s name fills the room again. at that point, momo doubted that the neighbors would have the compassion not to complain about the noise, but caring about it the last thing momo thinks about, especially when jihyo was making herself come yet another time on her cock, still riding her hard as if refusing to cease to a stop.

“won’t you give yourself a rest, pretty girl?” momo asks. the noise that comes out of jihyo’s mouth as an answer doesn’t quite meet momo’s ears before jihyo is crashing into her, desperately finding her lips, and then momo’s tongue is playing with jihyo’s, as if guiding her into a brief change of pace, slowing down to be able to kiss jihyo properly.

jihyo pulls away. her hair, that had once been neat and perfectly styled into waves, is now messy, contributing to her disheveled appearance. she’s the prettiest girl momo had ever seen, truly, and momo almost blows her load when she remembers she was still inside of her. and jihyo was impossibly tight, gripping her length like she had never taken a cock before, rolling hips slowly as she recovered from reaching her peak, about to keep riding.

momo can’t think of anyone that had been that excited to ride her — she has had a good amount of girls, not as much as sana, but enough to know that jihyo was something else. being a good friend really paid off, momo concludes, if that was what she got from giving sana a hand. momo brings her hands to jihyo’s bare tits, squeezing the abundant flesh and sighing, muttering a ‘thank you, sana’ only in her head.

“you’re just too needy, aren’t you?” momo’s eyes travel down jihyo’s body, sighing when she finds jihyo’s heels still on her feet. they had been way too busy with each other’s lips before to notice jihyo had forgotten to take them off. a hand slips lower and a thumb stops lazily over jihyo’s clit, rubbing it with no effort, just so to make jihyo tremble on top of her. “get on your fours, pretty.”

it’s only when jihyo presents herself on her hands and knees that momo understands how blessed she had really been. jihyo is quickly filled again, letting a small gasp escape from her lips as she received momo again.

“s-so full…” jihyo whines mindlessly, face buried against momo’s pillow.

“that’s all you needed, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” momo taunts, in a way jihyo wouldn’t understand — mocks her for going after sana when all she needed was that. a big dick filling her up. and jihyo nods, being good, despite only being interested on the way momo held her hips and thrusted into her deliciously deep, making her see stars with how hard she closed her eyes.

if momo had been idle before, letting jihyo have fun bouncing on her lap and making herself come, she’s nothing like that when she has jihyo on her fours. she’s rude, holding her hips with little to no care, bending jihyo against the bed so that her face was kept against the pillow, ass still up for her.

that kind of treatment cleans jihyo’s mind completely, reducing her to nothing but the pleasure between her thighs. momo gives her everything she didn’t know she needed, making her helpless underneath her, clawing at the sheets and moaning prettily. she truly relishes in the way jihyo’s noises overlapped the constant squeaking of the bed, laughing softly when jihyo started to cover her own mouth, apparently noticing she was being too loud.

carelessly, momo gets so utterly entertained with the plaything she had gotten for the night, that the idea of using protection doesn’t cross her mind. not even when she’s coming inside jihyo, over and over again, does momo think about further consequences. it would be worth it, though — momo knows, enjoying every second of being inside sana’s ex and coming undone inside of her.

momo is still sleeping when jihyo leaves.

she’s incredibly sore, a result of momo’s rough handling, and her head aches as she begins to remember everything she’d done with her. the pain makes sense, considering that momo had spent a good amount of time forcing her face down on her cock to fuck her mouth and pulling her hair as if jihyo giving herself for her wasn’t enough — momo had to take.

and momo did, so hard that jihyo whimpered putting on her clothes, or some of them, because she couldn’t find her bra. jihyo steals a leather jacket momo had somewhere on a busy corner of her room, needing to cover herself and her shame with something, anything, cheeks red when she glances at momo one more time before she has to go.

jihyo was so busy focusing on walking properly despite the pain on her thighs that she doesn’t notice she’s walking into sana.

the bump startles her — sana is at the living room, not giving any access to an exit, with her arms crossed, shocked to find jihyo there.

what was worse was that jihyo looked like she’d just been attacked, from how messy she looked. with fresh hickeys adorning her neck, a hair that desperately needed to be brushed back into place and the jacket covering the wrinkled clothes, jihyo was nothing like her usual neat self.

“you… what are you…” sana fails to form a sentence.

“i-i… g-good morning! i n-need to go,” jihyo’s eyes never meet hers. she looks down to the ground, but sana can still see how flushed she is.

jihyo all but runs away from sana, and it’s the first time in months that sana being in front of her doesn’t make her heart race. jihyo’s heart still beats fast, but it’s because she’s shy, ashamed and still thinking about her night momo, not because sana was next to her.

while jihyo does her best to go home in safety, wanting to evaporate after seeing sana, sana keeps still right where she was. for minutes, long minutes of heavy breathing and thinking, she tries to understand what had just happened. sana tries hard to keep her cool, but she ends up storming into momo’s room and waking her up with a pillow being thrown on her face.

“eh?!” momo sits up confusedly. much to sana’s relief, she was wearing clothes.

“you fucked her.” sana accuses, harsh with her voice. “i told you to keep her distracted, not to fuck her!”

momo yawns, understanding what was going on. “why is that such a big deal?” she asks.

“she’s my ex, momo. my ex!” sana gets the pillow again, hitting momo with it a second time.

“but i was gentle!” momo lies, attempting to dodge the pillow — and failing.

sana seems to get angrier when momo mentions being gentle, screaming as loud as jihyo had done all night long as she cursed momo, except that now the neighbors witnessed sheer anger instead of pleasure.

“oooh, at least she’s cute.” nayeon teases as jihyo scrolled through momo’s photos on social media. “will you check the test now, mommy?”

jihyo bites her lips, still staring at her screen, hands trembling the more she saw of momo’s face. “it’s not funny, unnie.”

“but it is!” nayeon laughs, bumping her hand into jihyo’s shoulder playfully. “come on, this is hilarious. you’re having a baby with hirai momo. that’s literally the dumbest jock you could’ve ever picked. but she might be hottest too, so i’ll let that slide. the baby will be smart if they’re like you.”

“we don’t know that yet!” jihyo whines, considering to see the results of the pregnancy test, but she was far too afraid of what she would find. “and she’s not dumb. never say that again.”

nayeon coos. “already defending her like a girlfriend, i see.”

jihyo ignores nayeon, nervously grabbing the test away from the center table, holding it with her shaky hands. “i’ll do it now.”

a couple of weeks after sleeping with momo, jihyo had woken up on the verge of throwing up, nauseated despite keeping a balanced diet. there was nothing that could have gotten her sick, really. so when the days passed and jihyo kept throwing up, sometimes the moment she woke up, other times due to certain scents, jihyo became sure that something was not right — and maybe she’d even contributed to that, purposefully not taking a pill or asking momo to use a condom.

“i still can’t believe you let her come inside.” nayeon makes a comment, still trying to push jihyo’s buttons. it was for jihyo’s own good, really, as keeping her angry was better than letting her get anxious or even sad.

jihyo hardly hears what nayeon says. “unnie… it’s positive.”

the doorbell isn’t heard by momo, who’s busy trying to make boo, her puppy, keep ribbons on his head, quietly mumbling something about him going to her feed. sana opens the door mindlessly, not even checking who the person was, as some of the neighbors showed up there from time to time in order to give them (mostly momo) food and sweets, so that was what she was expecting to find.

unfortunately, it was jihyo, her worst nightmare, standing in front of her.

“not again…” sana sighs, ready to throw a speech about how she wasn’t jihyo’s girlfriend anymore and that jihyo shouldn’t go after her like a crazy stalker. “jihyo, you-”

“is momo home?” jihyo asks, rather shyly, almost unable to look at sana in the eye. she was still ashamed about the ‘walk of shame’ she’d done in front of sana out of all people, still reminiscing the moment.

just as jihyo makes her question, momo appears behind sana, curious to know who sana was speaking to, happy when she sees jihyo by the door.

“hyo!” momo exclaims sweetly, pushing sana away to see jihyo. that way, sana was left behind and momo was able to greet her properly, with a kiss on the cheek.

“hi… momo,” jihyo laughs awkwardly, suddenly not good with words anymore. sana was still there, jihyo knew, but she didn’t know how to announce a pregnancy, and the waiting had gotten her impatient. she had to say it already, tell momo what she had done. “i’m pregnant.”

at first, there’s silence.

jihyo looks at them — momo first, and then she acknowledges that sana was still there, getting even more flushed, realizing that she had just told sana that her roommate had gotten her pregnant.

“what?!” sana is the first one to break the silence.

“that’s awesome!” momo’s voice follows sana’s.

it’s clear that sana knows what was going on, but momo seemed to be thinking that maybe the baby was someone else’s. perhaps jihyo was only there to tell that to sana because sana was her ex, therefore her knowing about it made a lot of sense — it’s what momo believes at first, even going in for a hug with jihyo, as if she was congratulating her.

“momo…” jihyo calls, making momo pull away from her. “it’s yours. we didn’t… uh… we…” jihyo clears her throat. “the baby is yours.”

momo thinks she might faint. “cool. cool!”

“cool?!” sana tightens her fists, incredibly upset, because not only did momo get her ex pregnant, but that was how she reacted.

“are you okay?” jihyo palms momo’s face, worried as momo had gotten suddenly pale.

jihyo’s soft voice is the last thing momo hears before she faints — even before sana can make her, and she really wanted to. cool, momo thinks one last time before everything is black.

#nayeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mohyo #sahyo #(briefly)#g!p #non rq

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alasarys · 7 months

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Nameday: The Picnic

Pairing: Aegon ii x plussize!fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word Count: 5K

Tags: oral sex (m and f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, body worship, mentions of infidelity, cheating on spouse, reader having low self-esteem because people suck, and aegon unapologetically in love with you ngl,

Summary: Following your first night with Aegon after learning about your husband’s infidelity, things have become more serious between you and Aegon. When your nameday comes, Aegon decides he wishes to show you (and the world) how deeply, utterly, truly, foolishly in love with you...his brother’s wife.

He starts it off with a lovely dragon ride and a seaside picnic. Romantic, no?

Prequel: Toxic Revenge

Part 2: Nameday: The Theatre

****

Aemond stopped writing to you after the last letter. The letter where he blatantly told you he did not love you, nor believed he ever could. The hopeless romantic inside you still hoped there’d be a chance for you and Aemond. She hoped a raven may come one day with news that Aemond no longer wanted this Riverland woman, and would be flying home to you shortly. That hopeless romantic imagined Aemond tearfully apologizing, kissing you and vowing to love you and only you. It’d be how the lovers do in the stories and songs. Your handsome prince would sweep you off your feet and into the skies, traveling far and wide on dragonback.

But, the hopeless romantic lost. She sustained serious damages. The figure who took her place was reality and she was cold. You knew Aemond’s affections for Alys Rivers ran deep. They must if he’s postponing his return home to stay with her. He uses Prince Daemon’s army as an excuse to remain there longer. It hurt when Ser Harrold wrote his report, telling you that Ser Criston and Prince Daemon intended to hunt down Daemon’s forces further into the country. They may be away for much longer, possibly into the new year. This meant less time with a wife he did not want, and more time with a woman he chose.

As you’d wanted, everyone knew about your night with Aegon. The whisperers never approached you about it, but they still spread their suspicions. You regret it now. You saw the looks people give you when you walked into rooms. You heard the terrible things they said about you: how you easily gave into the King’s advances, how you threw yourself at him like a common whore, and the depraved acts you supposedly performed. Once again, the men of the world decided the outcome, and this was it. The world gave you the exact result you’d expected: the stories went into the world and possibly floated to Aemond. Only Queen Alicent confronted you.

“You are a married woman. Do you feel no shame? No remorse? You are now a princess of the realm, there is a certain image you need to exhibit, and becoming The King’s mistress is not it.”

She only made you feel worse. Since the death of her daughter, Alicent came to see you as hers. You knew you should’ve gone to her when you received Aemond’s letters, but you’d felt so embarrassed, you could not. Admitting your husband did not even want to try building a life with you sounded so terrible. The court considering you less than attractive only made that embarrassment worse. Because, of course Aemond would cheat on his lumpy, fat wife. She isn’t a graceful princess with slender limbs and flexible joints. You’re you. You’re ‘this’. You heard the things people said behind your back: “The King must’ve been drunk to lay with that one” “Bet you she waited until he was mindless in his cups to pounce on him” “I’m surprised she didn’t flatten him.” It was enough to make you cry.

The only person who did not hate you was Aegon. He’d meant every word he said. The nights following your mistake, he summoned you to his chambers. Right when you were disgusted and ashamed, you’d walk into Aegon’s bed chamber and they’d disappear. Aegon made you feel beautiful, desirable, and lovable. He worshiped you. He admired and extolled your beauty over and over. You tried not thinking of how these meetings remained restricted to his chambers late at night. It hurt far too much. You knew you should feel guilty; you knew you should stand up for yourself and tell him ‘no’. But, when in a world full of people constantly disgusted by you, it was nice to have someone who spoke nothing but love.

You’d comfort yourself by saying that your talks before and afterwards are pleasant. You both have more in common than you’d first thought. Taking him in at first glance, Aegon seemed to be a drunken fool. Yet, learning more about him, you saw his layers. Aegon highly enjoys playing cards and gambling. He enjoys it the most because he’s exceptionally good at it. You both play card games some nights, and you always end up with less clothes than him. He also loved music. He’s very skilled at the lute, and he sings so beautifully. You asked him where he learned it, and he told you he taught himself. He’d go watch performers in the streets to pick up the skills. Aegon liked learning things on his own, instead of being taught them by a tutor. He said it felt forced when someone teaches him. He has the funniest stories, as well; he tells them so well and detailed that it paints perfect pictures into your mind.

Aegon took interest in the things you liked too. He brought in a harp for you to play for him after you shared supper together; he started reading books you recommended for more things to talk about. He listened to your own stories from home, and about the various charity projects you worked on with his mother. You invited him to join in the meetings, so he may be more involved in his kingdom, but he claimed the small council occupied his time plenty enough. You took this to mean he did not want to be seen in public with you. It was a wound you hid well.

Well….you were wrong about that.

Aegon’s affections for you soon left the dimness of bedrooms and came into the light. Queen Alicent arranged a feast for your nameday. She invited your family, some other close lords and ladies, and planned out an evening of music, dancing, and laughter. You greatly looked forward to a respite from war waging in the country; the devastation alone sent ripples throughout the kingdom, affecting everyone everywhere. You’d expected a mere feast at the end of the day, but when you woke up that day, your handmaiden came in carrying a vase of flowers.

“Ada?” you sat on the side of your bed, still in your plain nightgown and robe, “What is that?”

“Flowers, Princess,” the slight, fair-haired girl replied. “The King’s squire brought them.”

You stood up from your bed, and walked over to the table beyond. In a golden vase sat a bouquet of fresh carnations, peonies, and tulips. The flowers varied in shades of pink and white, and smelled divine. You smiled when you spotted a scroll attached to the side. Rolling it open, you recognized Aegon’s handwriting right away.

‘Meet me at the castle gates. I have a surprise for you. Dress warmly.’

You beamed at the words, rereading them over and over. You took in how light handed he was with his writing, the scribbles thin and slanted. Briefly, you pictured him writing this while smiling, having some romantic idea planned for the both of you. Logic told you to not get ahead of yourself. It could simply be a nice gift, or he plans to steal you away somewhere for a quick romp. You had Ada place the arrangement in the center of the table, then she helped you dress. You’d decided a simple plum colored gown with golden cuffs and floral patterns down the bodice might be nice. You had no idea what he meant by dressing warmly. Where was he taking you? You pushed the thought aside, and eagerly made your way to the front of the keep. Outside, Aegon stood by a horse and carriage in a long leather coat over his usual green and black attire.

“Good morrow, Princess,” his eyes lit up at the sight of you, following you as you drew closer. “I trust you slept well?”

“I did,” you smiled. You let him take both your hands and kiss your knuckles gently. “I thank you for the flowers, Your Grace. They were beautiful.”

“I thought you may like them,” he kept your hands in his gloved ones, gently rubbing your fingers with his thumbs. “My mother said flowers might be a good start for your day.”

“My day?”

“You do recall that today is your nameday, right? The day you were born? The day you blessed the world with your presence?”

You laughed at his flattery, “I do happen to know that, yes. Your mother has already planned a whole feast for the occasion.”

“And that is simply not enough for me,” he said, giving your hands a gentle squeeze and bringing you closer. He scanned over your features, stopping at your lips as he said, “I plan to spoil you today, my love-”

“-’My love’?” you stared around to see if anyone heard him, and you spotted a pair of maids quickening their pace. “Aegon, what are you doing?”

“Taking you out for a bit of adventure. Quick, step into the carriage. We must be off.”

“Where are we going?” you asked, getting into the carriage before him.

“I said it was a surprise,” he told you, sliding into the seat beside you and tapping the roof. The carriage began with a slight lurch, and then moved out into the city. In the privacy of the rocking carriage, Aegon turned your head and pecked your lips softly. “You look beautiful, love.”

“Thank you,” you giggled, still confused by everything. “What is the meaning of all this, Aegon?”

“It’s your nameday, and I wish to celebrate it with you? Have I not stressed that enough?”

“No, this,” you gestured to the carriage. “You know what this will look like to other people.”

“I’m the King,” he scoffed, “What are they gonna do? Keep whispering and gossiping like the rats they are?”

“I’m your brother’s wife.”

“That doesn’t seem to bother you when I’m bedding you. Why does it bother you now? Because it’s not behind a shut door?” he replied, facing you and taking up your hand again. “You may be fine with hiding, but I’m not. I adore you, Y/N, and I am not ashamed to say so. After today people will know that. I don’t care who knows or what they say. I’m tired of hiding, Y/N. Aren’t you?”

“You…adore me?” you asked in disbelief.

“You little fool,” he smiled, shaking his head and laughing, “Do you not listen to me when I spend every night telling you how beautiful I think you are? When I sing every love song I can think of, don’t you notice it’s to you I am singing? I learned to play chess because you enjoy it, and I wanted an excuse to be around you. I pushed for your charity projects because I know they make you happy.” He sighed softly, “I wish you’d step out of your head for a moment, and see it for yourself.” He cupped your cheek, gazing into your eyes, “I meant it when I said I’d never want another woman after you. I can be myself with you, and I hope you feel the same about me.”

“I do. I truly do, Aegon, but people-”

“-You must stop caring what those ‘people’ think. Most of the time, these ‘people’ you’re always worried about aren’t important. They talk badly about you because you’re a princess, and they’re a bunch of minor lords and ladies who will never climb above their station.” He rubbed his thumb gently on your cheekbone, “Let them talk, my love. Let them. What they have to say isn’t important. Do not let them inside your head.”

You nodded, deciding to finally take the advice. You knew dwelling on it will only ruin your day with Aegon. When the carriage leaned slightly backwards, you realized you were going up a hill. Peeking through the holes of the window, you spotted the Dragonpit. A fortress with a domed ceiling, all the Targaryen dragons resided there. You turned to Aegon, who grinned at your surprise.

“We’re going to the Dragonpit?” you asked him.

“Clearly,” he answered, pulling you from the window into his arms, “But that’s only half the surprise. Y/N, how would you feel about meeting a dragon?”

***

You'd only heard about Sunfyre's beauty from Aegon. A slender dragon, his scales reminded you of molten gold shining in the sunlight; the membrane in his wings was magenta pink, resembling silk more than skin. Sunfyre truly was a beautiful dragon. Despite having lived in King’s Landing for a year now, and Aemond being ancient Vhagar’s rider, you never saw the dragons up close. Not because you showed no interest. You found the beasts incredibly magnificent, and read all sorts of books about them. You simply never found the courage to ask. Seeing the great beast resting on a mound of rocks, the Targaryen dragons felt like a privilege. You needed to be special in order to see them.

Sunfyre’s yellow eyes locked on you when you entered the chamber with Aegon. You stayed behind Aegon as he approached his dragon, speaking High Valyrian to him in a tender voice. Sunfyre kept looking at you, and you froze on the spot. Any moment, the creature could attack, roasting you with gold and red flames without a second thought. You could not look away, even as Aegon whispered to him and stroked his long neck. Sunfyre relaxed from his defensive stance at the touch, almost cooing at his rider. When Aegon smiled softly at him, he turned to you and held out his hand.

“Don’t be frightened,” he assured you. “He won’t hurt you.”

“He’s a dragon, Aegon.”

“He’s my dragon, and you’re my lady. Come.”

Slowly, you shuffled over to him and Sunfyre suddenly became real. You could hear his low, slow breaths coming from his chest. You sensed the power behind those golden scales, rumbling in his throat and running through his veins. Aegon took your hand in his and pressed it to Sunfyre’s neck. You jumped when the dragon moved its head, and its side eye looked at you.

“It’s alright,” Aegon soothed you, rubbing your side and guiding your hand across the smooth scales. “You’re with me.” He bent his head to your ear, “He can smell me on you.”

“H-How?” you asked, still petting Sunfyre. “We haven’t…”

“It doesn’t matter,” he told you. “Dragons have an incredible sense of smell. They can smell the slightest scents on people; it helps them hunt down prey.” He planted a kiss on your neck, “I suspect Aemond never introduced you to Vhagar?”

“No.”

Aegon didn’t respond to this. You understood now why he never did it: you aren’t special enough. But, Aegon thought differently. He took your hand off Sunfyre and guided you to the saddle strapped to his middle. Aegon mounted him first, the dragon wiggling from the new sensation, and offered you his hand. Your stomach churned, and you realized you made the right choice to not eat breakfast. You looked between him, his hand, and the dragon. You never thought in a million years you’d see a dragon up close, and then ride said dragon in the air.

“Don’t be afraid,” Aegon assured you, “I won’t let you fall off.”

And you believed him. Taking his hand, you stepped onto the stirrups and took the spot in front of Aegon. Every bone in your body shook. You gripped the front of the saddle with clammy hands, and absentmindedly curled your numbing toes in your shoes. Aegon sensed your nervousness, and wrapped the harness straps around you both; he didn’t mind adjusting them to fit properly. He scooted up to your back until he encompassed you. Sunfyre’s growl vibrated through his spine, and you faintly felt it through the saddle. It made you yelp, which Aegon laughed at.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, “Hold on tightly.”

The Dragonkeepers stood on either side of a large door facing the opposite wall. Sunfyre turned with the guidance of Aegon’s reins, and daylight broke into the dark cave. You took several deep breaths as Sunfyre’s footsteps shook the floor.

“Why can’t your family have a connection to something smaller like-l-like dogs or cats?” you asked, fear pitching up your tone. You saw the door coming closer, Sunfyre picking up speed. .“I’ll even take a bear or-or-or a lion!”

“But this is so much more fun! Hang on!”

“Wait, Aegon, Aegon, Aego-”

Squeezing your eyes shut, a yell escaped your throat as Sunfyre finally took flight. Suddenly, you were no longer on land. The absence of earth under you became more apparent when you felt Sunfyre’s wings flapping and gaining more speed. Aegon kept you locked to his front with the arms holding the reins.

When you dared to finally open your eyes, you saw the whole of King’s Landing underneath you. The red tiles of the houses clustered together along the yellow cobbled streets, the people being dark spots moving like insects. Fear still bundled in your stomach, but the scenery around you drowned it all out. You looked around to see the bright morning skies shining over the city. In the distance, you saw the deep blue ocean and the ships sailing across the crashing waves. Everything appeared much smaller from the vast height; it also felt colder. You shivered, and realized what Aegon meant by dressing warmly. He wrapped himself more tightly, blocking wind from coming over you on the sides. You savored his body heat while he flew you over Flea Bottom, the crumbling buildings and cobbled dirty streets like a blot of ink. Soon, you’d flown out from the city limits. The stone city transitioned into fields of tall grass, then into sandy shores. You saw the coastline of cliffs close in the distance, and beamed. You’d once mentioned the two of you leaving the city together; you dreamed of time away from the whisperers and watchful eyes of the Red Keep.

Finally, Sunfyre circled a spot below yards away from the cliffs. A stretch of land outside of King’s Landing, you realized there wouldn’t be a person for miles. You’d be completely alone. As Sunfyre drew closer, you noticed a red blanket standing out from the green grass. When he dropped down a few yards from where the blanket lay, you saw a spread of plates and cups there as well. Aegon dismounted first, then helped you down. His lips crashed into yours, and he wrapped you in his arms.

“What did you think?” he asked, laughing at your breathless face. “Still prefer the lion?”

“It was exhilarating,” you huffed, trying to control the pounding in your chest. “You have that view every time you ride?”

“I do,” he nodded, “And so will you, love.”

He kissed you one more time and then led you to the blanket. You noticed a basket and a bottle, and your stomach rumbled. Looking back to Sunfyre, who planted himself on a large boulder, you were still glad you'd held off breakfast. But now on the ground, your legs wobbled towards the basket, plopping down on a spot you peeked inside. On lengths of cloth, the servants packed a light spread: fruits, cheeses, preserves, a loaf of bread, and sliced meat for you both to pick at. You looked further to see a package wrapped in brown paper.

"What's this?" You asked, pulling it into your lap as Aegon unloaded the basket.

"Only your favorite treat in the entire world."

You unwrapped the paper to reveal four small cakes. Each had a strawberry and two blueberries coated in powdered sugar on top. The juices from the berries soaked into the vanilla cake, which you knew had raspberry custard inside. You smiled up at Aegon, who smiled back.

"Berry cakes," you beamed at him. "Aegon, who knew you had a sweet side to you?"

"What? I've always had my sweet side," he put down the jar of strawberry preserve next to you. "It is only you who sees it."

You frowned. "Others see it too."

"Like who?"

"Your mother, for one. She sees how you are with the twins now,” you noted, “And I can tell it makes her happy.”

“Well…” he started stiffly, sitting beside you with two wine cups and a bottle. He poured you a glass as he said, “They are my children. I am all they have now that Helaena is gone.” He took a sip from his cup, while you sliced yourself bread and spread strawberry jam on it, “I try to be there. I really do. I’m simply not good at it. I never have been.”

“Because you weren’t trying before, but you are now,” you told him, biting into the bread and savoring warm bread. The rumbling in your stomach made you nearly sick, yet you still ate. “Would you…” the question lingered on your lips, and you forced it out, “Ever want more?”

Aegon looked over at you unexpectedly. He seemed to be in thought of it as he looked back at the ocean beyond. “I would,” he said, “If it were with someone I loved.” He turned back to you, “If it was with someone who meant something to me; a woman of my choosing who makes me happy.” He smiled and kissed your cheek, “A woman who’d make a wonderful mother,” he kissed your other cheek, “And a wonderful wife.”

You smiled cheekily, “I hope you meet her then.” The both of you shared a glance and laughed together. “You will be expected to remarry,” you said, “You are the King, after all.”

“My grandfather and mother remind me of that enough already,” he told you. “My grandfather says it’ll be good to build political alliances. The lords of Westeros will come crawling to the gates for a chance to have a queen for a daughter. I imagine he and Mother will plan some grand ball for me to pick a wife.” He grabbed a few grapes and popped one in his mouth. “I’ve managed to hold them off their prattling for the time being. I told them I’d consider things when the war with Rhaenyra is officially over.”

“That is sensible,” you nodded.

“What if I marry a woman, and then I am slain in battle? What if I marry her and the city is sacked? She and any children I give her would be put to the sword.” You caught him looking at you sadly as he said, “It is not something I’d want for a woman I loved.”

“So, you’re saying you’d fall in love with this mystery woman, whoever she may be?”

“I am saying that love blossoms in the worst seasons,” he said, eating another grape, “And in the worst of situations.”

You shook your head, laughing at him as you washed down your bread with wine.

Then, you both dug into the meal before you. Many times you imagined the war ending, Aemond being killed in battle, and you being able to marry Aegon. Your father, Lord Borros, will not object to a marriage. You’d be a queen, and his grandchildren will be princes and princesses with Targaryen blood in them. But, the thought of a crown did not sway you. It was becoming Aegon’s wife, forever underneath his love and protection; you entertained the idea of having his children. They’d have Aegon’s silver hair and violet eyes. They’d ride dragons and be considered gods amongst men. You already cherished Jaehaerys and Jaehera, Aegon’s twins. You smiled imagining the lovely family you’d both build together.

If only Aegon had come to Storm’s End that day instead of Aemond.

Aegon chose your favorite foods on purpose, and you couldn't help sampling each piece. Everything tasted delicious. Your tongue begged to taste more. You never worried about table manners with Aegon; he never said anything about it and neither did you. The only time he did was if something dropped onto your chest.

"Let me get that for you," Aegon said when a drop of raspberry cream fell from your lips. Leaning forward, he licked the small spot clean off your chest, smirking when you smacked his shoulder. "Forgive me, love," he chuckled, "The handkerchiefs are too far for me, and this was a moment of urgency."

You shared a laugh, and smirked as you purposefully squeezed another droplet to your chest. "My, my," you said, "The cook must've put extra cream in these for them to be so messy."

"I have something else that's full of cream you can have," Aegon growled as he licked it from you to the base of your neck. "I have plenty to fill whatever you like."

"Aegon!" You giggled at his words, leaning back onto your elbows. "Aegon," you whined, though still giving him access to the rest of you, "Right here?"

“Yes,” he confirmed, reaching your lips to kiss you, “Right here. Right now. I’ve been without you for so long.”

“Twas no fault of mine, Your Grace,” you breathed as he climbed on top of you. “You’ve denied me every time I’ve offered myself to you for the past fortnight.”

“Only because I’ve been waiting for this day…for a very long time.”

You melted into his kiss, falling onto the blanket as Aegon climbed on top of you. Sliding between your thighs, he deepened the kiss and grinded himself into you. A part of you suspected your cunt would be sore before the day was done. You unclasped the top button on his doublet, so you accessed the pale throat you lined with purple bite marks. Aegon returned each one with one of his own, sucking the skin until you squeaked from the pinch.

He grinded his cock into you again, and your soft moan made him growl.

“Gods, you're beautiful,” he groaned, kneeling up and lifting your dress over your thighs. "Oh, and your thighs," he huffed, pressing his lips to your knee, "I missed your thighs.”

“You could’ve had me whenever you wished, Your Grace. You insisted on waiting.”

“Sorry for wanting to make your nameday…special.”

You noticed the way he'd emphasized 'special'. It did not sit right with you. You sat up on your elbows again while Aegon untied your small clothes on the side. "What do you mean 'special'?"

"It's another surprise you'll have to wait for," he sneered, sliding the thin linen bottoms from your body.

"I suppose today will be full of surprises?" You asked, watching him toss the clothes away and spread your thighs. A cool brush of air sent tingles up your spine, and you shuddered.

"Indeed."

Aegon felt down the sides of your thighs while he kissed towards your sex. You never had a chance at a smart remark. Aegon sunk down to your sex, immediately attacking the area with his mouth. Slow licks made you whimper sliding up and down the slit. Aegon continued palming your thighs, hooking his arms around them to keep you in place for him. The combination of his fingers kneading your thick thighs and his tongue lazily licking you was torturous. Pressure continued building when his tongue slipped between your folds, sliding over them to your clit. Him holding you down made it harder to push your hips into his face, so you could only lay there as he tasted you.

"Always so sweet," he groaned, "I'd pick this over cake every time."

"I doubt that," you laughed despite the pleasuring mounting inside you. "You like them quite a lot."

"But I love your cunt more."

Finally, he latched his mouth to your bare sex, and you melted. You laid there on the wool blanket, hands buried in Aegon’s hair, as he licked and sucked your pussy. His tongue whirled and flicked quickly over your throbbing clit, and his hums added a special bit of pleasure. Weeks of being denied this, you came undone in minutes. But, you didn't finish.

Pushing him back into a kneeling position you eagerly undid his breeches and withdrew his throbbing erection. Aegon let out a low groan, arching his back and spreading his thighs wider for you. He looked beautiful. The morning light caught in his silver waves, his ivory cheeks tinged red and pale neck marked purple and red by your lips. You painted a picture of him in your mind while licking the underside of his shaft. You slid your tongue up and over his tip, precum sliding on the flat of your tongue and into your mouth. Soon enough, you had Aegon pushing his hips to slide himself further inside. You loved the taste of his precum, like the salted breads you liked so much. You loved the way the smooth skin rolled over your tongue and weighed heavy in your mouth. The shaft's veins throbbed against your inner cheeks, and you traced them every time he went deep. When he forced your head to his base, you did not complain but instead hummed around the head. You wanted him to cum down your throat. Those desperate, depraved fantasies of yours came to the surface every time he used your mouth.

Aegon’s needy whimpers turned into croaked moans as he came. You stroked and sucked every drop into your mouth, content with the taste and feel of him. Staring up at him, you saw him intently watching you milk him. His moan fell open when you stuck out your tongue and let more cum spill over it. When he shuddered out the last few drops, you visibly swallowed the rest and gave the wet tip a kiss. Seeing him whine from the light touch, you continued doing it along the softening, sensitive length.

You both let the cool ocean winds cool down your bodies as you settled on the blanket. He tucked himself back into his breeches, while you rested on his chest. Though, you sensed this would not be the last time you both laid together like this today.

“Let us stay here,” he huffed, landing on his back and catching his breath. “I’d rather not go back just yet,” he brought you to his side and held your hand.

“Neither do I,” you agreed, pecking his warm cheek. “I’d rather be anywhere than in that castle. All those people are always looking at me, disappointed and disgusted by me.”

“You’re not the only one,” he said. “I’m the King’s biggest disappointment. I became a son he can never be proud of; I tried being what he wanted, and it wasn’t enough.”

“Do you think you ever stood a chance when he favors Rhaenyra so highly?”

He hesitated. “I’d rather not talk about that,” he sat up suddenly, and reached for the wine bottle. You watched him gulp straight from it, smacking his lips when he finished. “I will not let sadness ruin your special day.”

“Listening to you air your grievances will not ruin anything,” you insisted, sitting up with him. Head on his shoulder, you rubbed the small of his back gently. “I wish they’d see what I see when I look at you.”

“And what is it you see?”

“A man who lives his life as he wishes,” you answered. “You might not be the son he’d hoped for, but that does not make you worthless. He never tried getting to know you in the first place; none of you. The King killed his first wife in hopes of having a son, and when he did finally have one, the novelty quickly faded.” What was the point in marrying Alicent if he wouldn’t make his first born son an heir? You took the wine bottle from him, and washed down the taste of his semen in your mouth. “You do not need his approval to be great. You do not need anyone’s.”

“I need yours,” he said, taking your hand and kissing it. “I need you, Y/N.”

It hurts you to hear him say this, because he cannot have you. Not in the way you both would’ve liked. You are married to his brother, and you gathered it’ll stay that way. Aemond may not be home now, but he must return eventually. After his last letter, you decided you did not want any children with Aemond. You secretly worried he’d be much like his own father: favoring children he had with his mistress over the ones with his wife. Aegon only finished inside you once, that first night together, and you’d drank moontea the morning after. Nothing came from it, thankfully, but the anger towards Aemond wished it had. Moving onto more cheerful subjects, you ate a few pieces of fruit, roasted honeyed ham on a slice of bread, and finished off the gingerbread biscuits Aegon brought with him. Satisfied from the orgasm and the delectable food, the both of you climbed back onto Sunfyre’s back once more. You liked the flight more the second time, so you were able to take in more of the scenery.

You enjoyed it more in Aegon’s arms.

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A/N: Lowkey did not expect this to become a series, but there’s definitely a part 3 and 4 coming. Expect lots more Aegon fluffiness and smuttiness combined. Thanks for reading!

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x yn #tom glynn carney #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd drabble #hotd imagines #aegon ii smut #aegon ii fic #aegon ii

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Miquella, Torrent and some DLC speculation

I said that i would address this in my last post so here we go!

So all the way back in February of last year (god where the fuck did time go) the first Elden ring dlc announcement was released, and with it this fairly well documented piece of concept art, depicting Miquella riding atop our lovable and trusty spiritual steed Torrent, gazing onto the shadow tree towering yonder.

Of course this spawned many theories, one of the most well known and popular being that Miquella is torrent's former master, the very same one mentioned by Ranni that supposedly delivered the spirit calling bell onto her. Now of course this is all very interesting, as if proven true it means that Miquella did some serious planning ahead, it would also mean that Miquella would be aware of Marika's plan involving the tarnished, at least to some degree. Yet of course i have to still temper my expectations as concept art of Miquella riding torrent isnt exactly hard proof, at least not yet, the dlc announcement showed us a new cover art for the dlc and a much more fleshed out enviroment which looks pretty different from the original announcement, so i wouldnt be surprised if torrent was there for scale rather than hinting at a possible connection. Of course only time will tell...

Even so, lets assume Miquella is indeed Torrent's former master for a second. Because one of the DLC description line in the bandai page is pretty interesting...

Now why is this important? well first off i wanna get something out of the way, this line isnt exactly accurate to the original JP's text, where it says that Miquella is "awaiting the promised lord" so there is no mention of a "return" which makes more sense, now of course the lord in question would be us, the player, who is being guided by Miquella into the lands of shadow for some purpose yet unknown, but there is a chance that Miquella's hunt for a possible lord is something that has been going on for a while...

One of Elden ring's recurring themes is that of beasts following worthy lords, we see this a lot of times, Godfrey being one of the main examples, an elden lord accompanied by his regent beast Serosh. We also have placidusax, another elden lord who ruled over the beastmen. And of course we also have the shadowbound beasts that accompany and serve empyreans.

The bloodhound knights also carry on this particular themes, being knights that choose their own masters, and serve them for life. This part is important because it expands on the themes of Beasts choosing worthy lords.

Finally there is the beast champion armor, that reads: Beasts are drawn to champions, and to lords. And this armor befits a champion worthy of becoming a lord. And that is what Bernahl was. which is again more of the same theme we have been over. So where does torrent fit into all this? well when we talk to Melina she tells us that "Torrent knew our measure from the very start".

From the very beginning Torrent trusted us, he knew we were worthy of becoming lord and decided to follow us and help us achieve our goals, way before Melina truly trusted us. Torrent was our beast and we its lord. See were im going with this? If Miquella used to be Torrent's former master then i believe he was given away to look for a fitting lord, one who would help him carry out his vision. We are Miquella's promised lord. As another theme of elden ring is Lords being subservient to their god. Godfrey was loyal to Marika and carried out her will, placidusax also remained loyal to his god. So now we will become Miquella's lord and aid him in his quest.

I feel the fact that the item that summons torrent is a delicate goldwork ring is also telling of this, The lord that serves their god is usually also their consort. Much like we give ranni our ring to form our union, miquella might have given us this ring to brand us as their coming lord. It also would Make sense if Miquella was the creator of the ring, if he was torrent's former master then he knew a thing or two about spirits (because he entrusted the spirit calling bell onto ranni) and also he is described as a master craftsman, so he could have made the item that summons our spectral steed. its interesting to think about him working with Ranni as at the end of the day they have pretty different goals, one wanting to follow in his mother's footstepts and establish a new order while Ranni wanted to Make order inconcivable, removing it far away from mortal lives. Both being scheming little bastards however doesnt make it to difficult to believe that they would work together for their own personal benefit

But anyway, those are my thoughts for now, i may expand upon it later but who knows. After all this is all WILDLY speculative and likely to be proven wrong when the dlc releases, yet i have hope that maybe some of it will be true!

#elden ring #miquella #miquella the unalloyed #elden ring dlc #elden ring ranni #ranni the witch #lunar princess ranni #shadow of the erdtree #elden ring lore #elden ring miquella

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 3 months

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Bad Batch Chopping Block

(some spoilers, tread carefully)

Alright, the safety net is gone. Even though Pabu still stands, it will never be safe for Omega or the boys anymore. The Empire has truly closed them in from every direction. So, who's gonna make it out of this season? Just to get this out of the way, Tech is either dead or comes back. The Tech Debate is too big to tackle here.

Definitely dead:

Echo- I think he's 100% a goner. Aside from being a strong mentor figure to Omega, Echo is gonna be a martyr for his cause. He believes so strongly in his fight for clone justice and he will follow it to the grave. I can definitely see him going out in a blaze of glory while Rex watches hopelessly. Plus, Echo dying might be the reason for Rex to retire and turn to Joopa farm. Echo is the last true connection he has to his old life and the 501st. Echo also gave Omega a new weapon which doesn't bode well for him. A gift he gave her is something she can remember him by.

Most likely dead:

Hunter- I do have some hope for him. There is a chance that writers don't kill him off because they want to finish the show with all the boys together. But sadly, that is unlikely. Hunter is the mentor figure and the first real paternal figure to Omega. As the oldest of the Batch (minus Echo), he has a responsibility to watch over them. In season 3, we see Crosshair slowly learning to take over as Omega's parental figure. It's possible that Hunter will die, as many mentor figures have before him, and Cross will carry the torch. I can definitely see that happening. Hunter dies protecting Omega and Crosshair is left to pick up the pieces

Wrecker- sweet Wrecker is too dang lovable. Unlike the others, he doesn't fit as neatly into a trope category like Crosshair and Hunter. Therefore, he could honestly survive because of that. However, I definitely think he could go out in a blaze of glory as well, something akin to Hevy or Hardcase. Imagine Wrecker getting caught in an explosion as he stays behind to save his brothers and Omega? But at the same time, I don't want it to happen.

50/50 (but most likely fine):

Crosshair- I honestly think he might make it out this season mostly in one piece. The only trope he fits right now is redemption equals death and honestly, I think we're past that point. Crosshair already began his redemption arc. He saved Omega, reconciled with his brothers, reconciled with Howzer, admitted his wrongs, and genuinely wants to be a better person. He doesn't need to prove to his family that he loves them or has changed because we see that. His brothers see that. Even his new poster shows him looking at his helmet. He has found the light. It's possible this show ends with him leaving his old life to retire with Omega. He could still die protecting her, but I'm starting to think otherwise.

Crosshair has suffered so much since this show started. I made a list, but we could be here all day talking about it. I feel like it would be overkill (literally) to just kill him off after he's come so far. Also, the fact that he is getting the Dad Batch ™ treatment means that they could be propping him up to take over the role from Hunter. That or they're speed-running Crosshair's dad mode activation because he was MIA for two seasons. Honestly, I think Crosshair narrative wise is mostly safe because his redemption arc is playing out right now instead of later down the line. His arc right now is mostly about coming to terms with himself, his trauma, and his identity as a sharpshooter and soldier. I really think that this show will end with him hanging up the helmet and raising Omega.

Fine:

Omega- let's be honest, they're not gonna kill off our sweet bean. She was been our focal character since the beginning and I can't see the writers going this dark. She's safe!

Alternatively: the Batch all live plus or minus one of them. The final episode could be all of them charging in together for one final fight. They make it out (mostly) and retire with Omega. Boom, the end.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech

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spread some love !

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

I am only tagging the mutuals who I talk on a daily basis. I truly love, respect and look up to every single mutual of mine and I am really grateful to have them in my life because I don’t think I would have come this far without them :)

@o-onikix : Nara is literally my closest and dearest friend I could ask for. She literally knows everything about me, she is also someone who pays close attention to me and always remembers the littlest things I say. Like once we were talking and I mentioned about me liking butterscotch cake and a few days later when we were on call and I was eating a cake Nara went “Is that butterscotch cake?” Without even me having to tell her. It made me genuinely so happy because tbh she might be the only irl friend who pays so close attention to me and my well being. Not only that you will always see me running to her whenever I am in some kind of misery and she would always be there for me and listen to me. I still remember how I was there with Nara when we were talking about ghosts 😭. Poor baby was shaking 💀 but tbh…she’s cute like that haha. I love you so much Nara 🥺

@from-izzy : ironic how it’s about to be a year since I sent you that flirty text as our first conversation. Omg glad I got this ask now. So yesterday I had this huge argument and was upset but do you know what izz does? She call me to check on me to know if I am okay 🥺. Like that made me realise that I truly am surrounded by such lovable and caring people and that also especially someone like izzy knowing she was herself freaking out over her assignments yet she called me :( it made me want to cry (happy tears yall). And tbh even though me and izzy argue most of the time her silly stuff at the end of the day I always go to her knowing I cannot live a day without hearing her rant about uni. Mine and Izzy’s friendship cannot be described in one paragraph tbh 😭. Like we have way too many dynamics for that 😭. We can be flirting on one app, bickering on another and having a deep conversation on some whole another app. To sum it up, I trust izzy a loads and I always go to her when I have to talk about something :) love you 🥺

@winterchimez : my Als, mu Sabrina Carpenter enthusiasts, the one who bears my crazy ass 🥺. We literally bonded over Sabrina Carpenter and I love that for us. I always go to ally when I see something negative or just to talk about something I get stressed about and you know what fills my heart? She is always there for me. Despite everything she’s been going through, she still manages to have a talk with me and I admire her for that. Not only that she might be one of the strongest people out there for still doing what she’s doing despite the struggles. Me and ally are someone who would always be together (as she said, we’re Kyunyu) she’s also ig the third mutual I made on this app which is really important for me because it wasn’t easy for me at that time knowing my writing was always dark and it made me kind of reluctant on making friends, scared people might judge me but Ally just out here accepting me as her gremlin. (I will always send you Sangyeon stuff. Once you see this expect that Sangyeon video in your DMs mam). Love you despite all the stuff I pull up with hehe.

@strayed-quokka : me and Lenlen met just this year, in feb but we got insanely close so fast it’s crazy. If you are a moot of Lennon you can expect some adventures from her side which will always make you go “WHAT? HOW ARE YOU? EVERYTHING ALRIGHT??” Like no kidding. I used to also read her TBZ work (by that I mean that Sunwoo fic) before I became her moot and I still cannot accept the fact that we’re now moots 😭🥺. She has my heart and we’re married I believe. The one thing I always look forward to is “Good morning Sana” from lenlen which just makes me smile like a kid 🥺. Me and lenlen also have such chaotic moments together, she’s always up to something in the DMs tbh 😭. And when you see me and lenlen together expect some crazy flirtings from both sides haha cause it’s never gonna stop. I still admire how lenlen and @from-izzy were there for me when I was scared and hid myself in the washroom:( it made me feel so much more better and safer knowing they are there for me no matter what.

@mosviqu : despite me and Boo starting off on some..meh terms (it’s not my fault you thought I was bullying you 😐) we grew so close after that tbh 😭. Me and bar from talking about her Sunwoo fic to me making a doc of Eric fic which only she has the access to 🥺. The words are not enough, because there’s so much to talk about her, from her writing, to her sweet personality, to her chaotic energy which just explodes out of nowhere. She also never fails to amaze me with her choice of words sometimes…

@cloverdaisies : we haven’t talked talked lately because (fuck your job and uni. They’re taking you away from me 😭🥺) life happened but I look up to clo and her writing so much it’s unimaginable. I remember how I was fangirling about her to ally and ally going “oh she’s my mutual” and me not believing it until clo started following me which made me want to scream and die out of happiness + embarrassment because hello?? Your favourite author just followed you 😭. And now when it comes to clo…I don’t trust her (jk) but I love her. She is…she makes me question reality with what she says everytime 😐. But I will never forget how clo was there for me when I needed her the most. She was listening to me talk when I was scared and I was truly glad because there was someone who was there to listen to me.

@astrae4 : Gill is like my child who always gets herself in trouble 😐😭. We always simp, sob, cry and scream over the one and only Choi Chanhee but despite that she gives some of the great advices when you need it. And no I am not gonna play that restaurant game ever again child-

@quaissants : my gremlin, my pudding 🥰. I trouble her like…everyday which makes her want to kill me (enemies to lovers?-) but despite that she helps me a loads when it comes to writing 🥺. We mostly interact on the server but nowadays I talk with her in DMs too which I am grateful for <3

@itsbeeble : hmm…I love you but I won’t stop bullying you (I don’t even bully you. You just think I bully you and it’s just your mind playing games with you because it’s always filled with Eric and Sunwoo…) jk but because of her busy schedule we don’t get to talk much but whenever she comes back from her disappearance those days might be one of the best ones because I have fun with her and izzy. Hope you’re alright and healthy since you disappeared. Again.

#moots 💗#izzy ☀️#ally 🌥️#clo 🌸#bar 🦄#Lennon 🍋#nara 💫#gill 🐧#reese 🍫#Mona 👹

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axelle judges bl shows > Be My Favorite

summary: Kawi is 30 and lives a shitty life. His father died, he has a low paying but exhausting job, no friends, and Pear, the girl he's liked since his university days, is getting married to their classmate, Pisaeng. When Kawi discovers that he has the ability to travel through time, becoming 20 again, he decides to try and seduce Pear. One problem: Pisaeng is there to get in his way.

where to watch: youtube

grade: 8,5/10

pros:

the story is not only pretty original, but very well written. I think everyone can find themselves relating to elements of the show, and I loved the topic of wanting to go back in time to fix things which is something everyone has wished at least once in their life. I also love that we see the characters slowly detach themselves from trying to change & predict the future, but actually enjoy the present, which is a pretty beautiful message to pass. the theme of the show truly makes it so lovable and important in my eyes.

the acting was really good from everyone! my favorites were of course my baes gawin & aye who especially slayed :) krist also really impressed me considering I was obviously skeptical about him acting in bl again.

LOVED LOVED LOVED the pisaeng coming out storyline. it wasn't anything incredibly original, but actually was never done that way in a bl show & made incredibly respectfully and well, especially thanks to fluke gawin's performance!

gawinkrist ate?? the chemistry was mostly really good on & off screen and they really sold pisaengkawi to me.

cons:

all of my problems with the show come from the writing, so here you go:

I wish we'd seen kawi's feelings more before he changed his mind from liking pear to wanting to be with pisaeng. I know it was explained as him suddenly realizing it once pisaeng was gone from his life, but I still wish they'd given it slightly more time so we could really feel the weight of kawi's feelings.

I found the pisaengkawi's first time storyline kinda badly executed, even though the sex scene in itself was beautifully acted & filmed. kawi's discomfort with sex is never explored, and he changed his mind without us ever seeing his thought process. I wish we could've gotten a scene where pisaengkawi discussed their relationship with sex & it was made clear that kawi does want to have sex but is just scared, bc without that scene, it feels like kawi doesn't really want it, and the cut from pisaengkawi not getting along great to them having sex was really jarring in the show.

I wanted the side characters to be more developed, and believe there was enough screentime for that. I would've loved to see pear finding herself outside of romantic relationships, kwan finally meeting a man that treats her like she deserves, I wanted max to be more than just activist pride guy (which, SLAY!) and get more screentime & depth bc he's fucking iconic, and even crusty not should've been shown having grown & become a better person after 10 years.

would I rewatch it: absolutely!

If you'd told me Be My Favorite would be one of my favorite shows of the year, I would have laughed at you in the face. In fact, I was the first one doubting this pairing and even the precedent one, but I gotta say... this show really pulled through for me. It is more flawed than I'd like, but still a very touching show about a topic frankly rarely or even never seen in bl. I'm so glad I gave it a chance :)

#axelle judges bl shows #be my favorite #be my favorite the series #bypiningbisexuals

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qapsiel · 3 months

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Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

I'm more than happy to spread positivity and love, and I'll totally ignore the audacity to only give me 5 blogs and just do more hehe

I'm gonna start with @ruinedmyself because Kas was one of the first people to talk to me when I ventured into the spn fandom, and they've done nothing but make me feel incredibly welcomed <3 I love our silly little chats and also the pain we inflict on each other regularly. We really do share one (1) braincell, and I wouldn't want it any other way. You've got such a fantastic grip on Sam, on his badass-ery but also his softer and goofier side, and I scream excitedly whenever I see I got a reply from you!

No Sam without Dean, obviously, so I gotta yell about @bloodsalted a bit. Dixon is an extremely friendly person, and I'm still glad I managed to sweet-talk force you into joining me in hell. Or heaven, I suppose, is the better word, because our interactions are truly GREAT. Whether it's sexy times or angsty shit, every reply is magnificent and makes me giggle. You write Dean in all facets that make his character so lovable: his fears and passions and his silly times and also his anger. I love him to pieces!

Who doesn't love the king of hell? Cas, probably, but I adore every interaction with @murderdeals because it enables me to use all the pissed-off Cas icons. When you write Crowley, I can hear Mark yell into my ear. And honestly, I would have never guessed that Cas and Cain could become such good buddies, and yet they somehow ended up being the bestest bee bros, and that's largely due to your fantastic writing and your excellent grip on a character that can easily be branded the villain without second-guessing.

@singersalvaged should always be included in my rant about lovable people because she's just so chill to talk to! A truly great person who has an amazing view of Bobby Singer and writes him in a way that makes me believe the guy is standing behind me muttering idjit whenever I read a reply. And Allie! Let me gush about Allie, who's Cas' weed friend and brothel companion, and every single interaction just makes me howl with laughter. They're absolutely unhinged and dumb, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

While Crowley makes Cas want to eat glass, @eyeless-smiles makes him want to tear his own ears off because Corinth is such a fucking asshole (affectionate), a True Nightmare, and I love seeing him annoy Cas in every single paragraph. It's just hilarious, and they never hold their muse back, which is refreshing these days!

Cas loves to steal kids (just look at Jack), so it didn't take long for him to steal @innerwar 's Homelander when he was still a child with Vought. And honestly, I just adore this verse and you, friend? It's so funny and yet also sad, and I'm just so unbelievably happy that Homie gets a better life with this and that Cas gets to be a Dad again, and your writing is just SO FANTASTIC and catches Homelander's young voice brilliantly.

I gotta yell about @nightmdic really loudly for a second because she is a FREAKING MAGNIFICENT OC and both Cas and I love her to pieces. She's kind and nice and helps Cas through his forced humanity without finding him (too) weird, and Paige just casually managed to write one of my favorite OCs here on Tumblr with her eye for detail and well-chosen words

And last but not least, a big shoutout to @bleakfated who writes a lot of different spn muses (among others) and yet manages to hit that nail (= the voice of every single muse) square on the head every time! I hear Balthazar's funny-ironic voice when I write with him, I see Jody being Mom when I interact with her, I get the British Mick Vibes when it's his time to shine. I'm in awe of how someone manages to juggle so many muses and give everyone their own little voice. Kudos!

#( ooc )#(LET ME SMOOCH ALL OF YOU)

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“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Scaramouche has never been particularly interested in the way humans court each other, but even he can’t help but turn at the strange question.

He and Lumine had just finished wrapping up the last commission of the day when a disgustingly sweet couple parked themselves behind him and began declaring their love to each other.

He knew the traveler never took too long to collect her rewards from the guild and would soon come back to find him, so he did not bother moving from there, simply tuning out whatever was being said around him.

That is, until that odd question was uttered.

Going through the streets of Inazuma, it wasn’t uncommon to hear strange sentences spilling out of the mouths of its citizens. He thought himself to be used to them, but humans always found a way to prove themselves to be stranger than he thought possible.

As far as he knew there were no cases of people being turned into worms, so why bother going through a hypothetical situation when the answer was an obvious, glaring no!

Why would anyone in their right mind love such a slimy, gross creature?

“Of course I would, babe!”

…

Huh?

Looking back he could see the woman of the couple grabbing the man’s hands, looking up at him so earnestly even Scaramouche himself almost believed her answer to be true.

“I’ll always love you no matter what!” The babbling fool continued her lovesick rant.

“Babe…” The man sobbed, hugging his lover close.

Humans truly were a strange bunch.

———————

Alright, maybe he was a bit strange as well.

He did not know why the couple from earlier had been lingering on his thoughts. Every time he got close to forgetting all about them, it would only take one glance to the Traveler and they would come slithering back in.

Perhaps it was the absurdity of it all, or maybe it was how that woman’s expression resembled the very same Lumine had given to him when she agreed to take him as her lover.

Of course, whoever that girl was, she didn’t hold a candle to the near divinity of the fallen star that had burned her way into his non-existent heart, but the sheer stupidity of her seemingly honest answer was definitely on par with something he could see his idiot say.

A lovable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.

Glancing over to his side, he resisted the urge to grab Lumine’s swaying hips as she danced around the cooking pot, her mood absolutely stellar due to her most recent catch that was about to be turned into their dinner.

“It is not just a crab, dummy. It is the most delicious plate ever invented by humanity or anything above it.” She scolded him when he tried to argue against the greatness of crabs.

For once he decided to shut his mouth and let her have her fun, not wanting to ruin the not-so-rare, but still delightful smile plastered across her face.

He had definitely noticed she had been acting far more gleefully lately and it filled him with pride to know he might be the cause of it.

Obviously It might be arrogant of him to attribute her newfound happiness to him, but - oh well - he had never been known for being humble in the first place, no reason to start now.

That aside,he couldn’t help but wonder what she would say if he were to ask her the same question.

He spent the whole day trying to talk himself down from the idea, knowing full well how stupid and wholy unlinke him it was, but his curiosity was slowly, but surely, winning over.

It was only after the Sun had already set, that he finally gained the courage to speak up.

Thankfully her back was turned to him, he doesn’t think he would be able to do anything had her eyes been locked with his.

“Hey.” He called her attention, poking lightly at the soft flesh of her bottom.

No response.

He pokes harder. “Hey!”

“Hm?” She hums half mindlessly.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

He said it.

He can’t believe he actually said it.

She blinks slowly, hands hovering over the pot until finally turning to look at him. “What?”

Determination shines in his eyes as he laces his fingers together, resting his chin atop of them, embodying the same look the Inazuman detective would use when interrogating any criminals stupid enough to let themselves be caught.

“A worm, Traveler. If I was a worm, would you still love me?”

His newfound courage wavers at the way she stares back at him as if he grew another head, but he refuses to back down. He already got this far, it is now too late to go back.

Thankfully the offending expression soon warms into a charmed, fondly exasperated look. She lowers the fire to let the soup simmer and turns to give him her undivided attention.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Yes or no, just answer the question.”

Her golden eyes sparkle in the dark, the fire highlighting each scar decorating her porcelain skin, just looking at them makes his hands itch with the need to run through them - the same way she would always do to him. Here beneath the stars, she looks every bit like the otherworldly warrior she hides behind a blinding smile.

Entranced by her looks, he almost forgets what they were speaking of, until those peachy lips morph into a Cheshire grin, a smug look he knows all too well.

“Do you wish to be my pet that badly?”

For once in his life he is grateful to have been born a puppet, otherwise he is sure he would have choked to death on his own saliva at the shameless question. At least that would have spared him from the embarrassment.

“W-what? No- Hold on, that’s not what I meant!”

He silently hoped she would spare him from any further attacks and let him get away with his pitiful attempt at hiding his burning face behind his hand, but he should have known better than to expect any mercy from that temptress.

The little minx is all too pleased with the effect she had on him, abandoning their dinner completely to come hook a strong arm around his waist, dragging his squirming self right into her lap.

He makes a show out of trying to escape her makeshift cage, but they both know damn well he loves to be there, even if he would rather swallow his own fist than admit to it.

But of course she wouldn’t be content with just knowing that, - no - the little devil wants him to say it.

Nosing her way beneath his chin, she whispers against his neck. “You act as if you want to leave, yet your legs are still wrapping themselves around me. Why is that?” She finishes the blow by leaving a loving bite on the most sensitive spot on his neck.

“I’m just trying not to fall.” His lying attempt would have worked were it not for the trembling tilt to his voice.

“You still haven’t answered my question though.” He asks in the fleeting second he is able to pull his mind out of the gutter and go back to their previous subject.

At that she stops her assault on his neck - much to his chagrin - and seems to mull the inquiry over in her head. Ultimately she seems to have reached a conclusion, a brief sparkle of clarity shining in her golden orbs before she pulls him down, crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss.

Despite all his insistence in ripping out a reply from her, he was all too content in letting it go for the sake of giving space for her tongue to taste him; which only made it all the more disappointing when she pulled away, chuckling at how he chased after her.

“Does this answer your question?” She whispered smuggly against his lips.

“I’m not quite sure. I think you might have to answer again.”

She chuckles. “As you wish, love.”

#part 2 of ‘I have no idea how tumblr formating works’#why does it leave different spaces between paragraphs??????#anyway #enjoy this random brainrot #scaralumi #lumiscara #wanderer #wanderlumi #lumine #scaramouche #lumi harem #mine #genshin impact

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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Thinking about the three main villains of Baldur's Gate.

All three were motivated by love, different kinds for different subjects. And all three pushed it to the extreme.

Tyranny - Gortash loved himself.

Which at first glance seems very cliche, a villain loves himself? What's next, a fork spotted in the kitchen? But consider the fact that Gortash isn't some spoiled brat who got the world handed to him on a plate and demanded for more. Since birth, he has been deemed unwanted and unlovable. His own parents didn't want him and sold him, and the devil he was imprisoned at didn't see any worth or use of him. Gortash didn't have a single soul love him all those years, and he looked at himself in the mirror and declared himself lovable.

Do you realise how powerful that is? To stand against everyone who never bothered to see worth in you and deem them wrong. He could've just as easily believed their words as true but he didn't, he chose to love himself when no one else does.

And he takes it too far, which is why his betrayal of Durge must have been so easy. I genuinely think he loved Durge, the only ever other person to truly love him back, but he loved himself more than he loved Durge. So one had to go.

He wants to gift the world to himself because it's what he thinks he deserves. Because if you loved someone, you'd want to grant them the world too, wouldn't you?

Death - Ketheric loved his daughter.

Loved her more than the world. The gods he betrayed for her, the families he has torn. A father's love pushed to the extreme. She died too young, and for that, he took his revenge on the world and sold his soul time after time just so his child may have the gift of life again.

Even if she loathes him, for he doesn't matter in his own world. His sole purpose, the thing keeping him going was Isobel and as long as she breathes, the world may burn and he wouldn't lift a finger.

He loved her more than death loved life, which is why he stole her back to life.

He never demanded her to be grateful either. It wasn't just selfless love, he wasn't just ready to sacrifice himself but also sacrifice the whole world just so she could stay on this plane a little bit more.

He didn't even ask for her to have immortality, he only wanted her to be granted a fair chance like the rest, be given a long enough like like the other children.

Murder - Orin loved her art.

She saw beauty in the chaos, pleasure in the pain, blossoms in the rot. She understood murder in ways even Bhaal couldn't comprehend, she has put so much thought and effort into each and every kill. Which is why she so easily swayed the other Bhaal fanatics to her side despite Durge being the clear favourite child of Bhaal.

They could see her passion, they could only dream to share her vision. She had the potential to start her own cult, build her own temple that'd accommodate her high art. She lived to kill, believed it was her purpose, toyed with her victims.

The fear she instilled into her victims was the coating before the painting.

Each cut was a deliberate brushstroke. Each wound seamlessly blending to one another.

The blood soaking the corpse was the varnish, the last touch before her masterpiece was put on display for all to see.

Even her audience was carefully chosen, not everyone was worthy to witness her art, not everyone deserved it.

Her passion burned bright enough to rival the god she was a chosen of.

#♡Ketheric #♡Orin #♡Gortash #♡character study

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jell0buss-37 · 2 years

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Charmer (Dylan Lenivy x reader) part 2

Part 1

Okay guys! I really hope you liked the first part, and here is part 2! I plan to emerse the reader into the story, truly have you be a part of it all, with a couple nods to the actual events and everything! So I hope you guys enjoy the interaction between you and the other characters!

Tw: very slight angst, if you squint. Fluff! :)

Over the next two months, small interactions like this had developed as part of your guys' new daily routine, subtle touches, longing looks thrown at eachother when the other wasn't looking, and not to mention the teasing from your other Counselor friends.

All of the constant flirting had really brought the two of you closer than you had anticipated, and of course in no time you had began to grow a greater fondness of the awkward sarcastic goofball of a man, the heat in your face slowly becoming more about who the comments were coming from, rather than the comments themselves.

However, all wonderfully good things must come to an end, and before you knew it, summer was coming to a close for Hackett's Quarry. From all of the more serious conversations you had shared with the lovable dork, you both found out that you guys were going to colleges close to eachother, him majoring in Physics, and you in (Major of Choice).

So once you guys got back you had already started planning the rest of your summer around helping eachother move to your respective campuses.

You had planned on confessing your budding feelings for the cute sweetheart whilst trying to find your guys' bags, which you totally hadn't hidden in the radio shack, where the two of you had spent most of your summer sharing the deepest conversations, and longing looks.

You had told your closest friend besides Dylan, Kaitlyn, of this plan, who had figured out your emotions for the guy long before you had.

"Wow, how mushy. Ha, you know, with all the romance around here, at a summer camp no less, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a really cliche start to a classic slasher film."

Laughing at the remark, you add on to the funny comment, "Why does it always have to be some crazed gunman? Or a bunch of deranged hunters? Maybe it's really just a monster film, you know with vampires or wendigos or some shit." "Or maybe even Werewolves!" Added Jacob, who had walked up to the two of you with his newly found luggage that he had retrieved from the lodge. Snorting, you reply to Jacob's addition to the now interesting topic,

"Holy hell, that would be so sick! Like, imagine us, fighting to the death with a bunch of lycanthropic beasts, just fighting to make it through the night? Oh! And Nick or like, Ryan would be the total macho badass protags who fight to really protect everyone."

"Woah, what about me!?" Jacob interjected, puffing his chest out a bit. Snorting a little, Kaitlyn butts in, "Uh, you're not exactly what we would call 'macho' bud. If anything you'd probably be trying to protect your little girlfriend all night."

"Uh, actually, I think Emma would be the one protecting him. She's like, incredibly girlboss, if we're being honest here."

The two of you laughed harder, noticing however that Jacob's laugh is a bit quieter, a little defeated even. You and Kaitlyn share a look, questioning while the laughter comes to a stop.

You're first to speak up. "Uh, you know I was kidding, right? I totally think you're pretty strong, like, you can totally throw someone, with how strong your little muscles are, champ!"

He laughs genuinely at the reassuring compliment, looking down. "O-oh no, it's not that. Believe me, Emma is probably the most kickass person here. She'd seriously fuck some werewolves up." You all chuckle a bit.

"It's just that… uh…" trailing off, Kaitlyn is the first to connect the dots. "Oh shit, you guys broke up!" You shoot her a look, and she raised her hands defensively.

"Hey, I'm not the one who Dumped him!" "WOW." Jacob's cheeks darken a bit in embarrassment. "Sorry man." You roll your eyes, suddenly noticing Dylan coming down the stairs to the lodge, a sudden familiar feeling rising in your chest at his smiling face.

You leave your two friends to bicker, while you walk over to him, smile rising with the blush to your ears and face.

"Why hello there, beautiful!" Dylan says in an exaggerated southern accent, bowing slightly, taking your hand in his while bringing your fingers softly to his lips, his adorable pink lips.

You smile, fluttering your lashes while fanning yourself, just as exaggerating as his cheesy gesture.

"My, my, Mr. Lenivy! Ain't you just a Charmer!" You peer up at him through your lashes, watching the familiar tint rise to his cheeks, his expression now bashful yet again from the nickname you've taken to calling him over the summer.

"Awe shucks, a pretty thing like you shore knows how to make a fella blush!" He raised his other hand to his neck, rubbing it the way he always seems to do whenever he gets flustered. Another trait you've grown fond of. "Well it's pretty easy whenever the fella has such a cute blush to look forward to seeing." You say a bit seriously now.

His honey brown eyes drop to the ground between you, suddenly noticing your slightly smaller hand in his large one between the two of you.

His smile drops, his eyes widening as he lets your hand go, ripping it away a bit, now fumbling slightly with his fingers. His entire face now ablaze. "U-uh, well, heh, I- you-" he stumbles on his words, and you sit with patient adoration at his state of panic.

"WELL- I, uh, came to ask if you'd seen my bag? I was looking everywhere in the lodge and I noticed yours wasn't anywhere in sight either, so I was thinking maybe it's somewhere near the cabins-"

Your heart jumping a bit, starting to get excited at the prospect that your plan was finally going to be put in motion. You'd confess to him, and he'd probably say the same. And maybe in your guys' love dazed happy state, you end up perhaps even kissing- Okay, you might have been anticipating this for a while now.

However, that excitement was painfully crushed as you see a golf cart, holding Emma and Abi, with not only their things, but as well as yours and Dylan's.

Your heart felt as if it had dropped to your stomach. The feeling of dread starting to creep into your expression, as you see Kaitlyn's eyes dart to you, as if she anticipated the look in your eyes the second she caught a glimpse of the familiar (f/c) bag in the back of the cart.

"Guess who's ready to finally blow this joint!!!" Emma sang out, pulling the cart to a stop. She hopped out of the cart, grabbing her bag from the back, tossing Dylan his own.

"Oh hey! (Y/n) and I were like, just talking about where these must've been. So I guess they were at the cabins??" Dylan asked Abi, while giving a nod of thanks to Emma, who just shrugged.

Abi walks over with your bag, seeing your wide-eyed expression, and gives a questioning look. "Uh, yeah! It was next to the radio shack-" where you put them "-and we were already grabbing our stuff, so we just kinda figured we'd take these to you, save you the hassle-" ruin your plans "-are you okay, (Y/n)?"

All eyes are on you. Some confused, others worried. You're ears glow a bright red in embarrassment, as you let out a shaky laugh, darting you're head to the ground, focusing on some pebbles to calm the ache in your chest.

"Oh, haha, yeah sorry, just remembered that I uh, left something inside the lodge-"

"Are you sure? Cuz I looked everywhere in there, and trust me, if I found something of yours I would have brought it back to you." Dylan's interjection causes you to cave in a bit more on yourself, turning away from everyone and starting to already walk away.

"I-I just uh, forgot to ask Mr. Hackett something is all." Everyone stares after your slowly disappearing form practically run up the stairs. Hot tears of shock and embarrassment sting your eyes, as you desperately try to blink them back.

You close the door to lodge a bit harshly, scaring Mr. Hackett and Ryan, who were both getting ready to exit the building. Ryan looks in concern as he notices the dampness in your eyes, Mr. Hackett however seems to be preoccupied by other things.

"Woah! Slow down there, kiddo. We've already done final sweeps of everything, and that was it. I'm sorry, but it's no longer up for negotiation, so go on." You immediately wipe your eyes, putting on your brightest smile.

Your voice a bit shaky, as you reply, "Oh! Sorry, I know, I just wanted to use the, uh, bathroom one last time is all."

He stares for a second, considering it, and he just shrugs, albeit a bit frustrated, and says, "Alright, but make it quick. We don't wanna waste anymore daylight." And with that he begins to leave, along with Ryan, who gives you a worried look, before shutting the door.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you quickly rush to the restroom, cleaning your face with a splash of cold water.

"This is ridiculous." You mutter, adjusting yourself in the mirror, trying to look presentable. "You are going to be seeing him next week anyway! So what if one planned was killed? You still have the rest of the summer! Just. Tell. Him." You stare at yourself, a newfound confidence, reassuring yourself.

And you also remind yourself not to be upset with Abi or Emma. They didn't know of the plan, in fact the only person who even knows of your feelings is Kaitlyn.

And so, with a defeated smile, you give yourself one last look over, and walk out into the lodge.

Stepping outside, the first thing you notice is a frustrated Chris Hackett, more so than usual, telling Ryan to make sure everyone stays inside for the night.

Your heart skips a beat. Are you guys staying one last night? You walk down to join the others, stopping next to Kaitlyn, and watch as Mr. Hackett speeds off. "What the hell happened guys?" You piped up after a couple moments of silence.

Everyone turns to look at you, almost surprised at your sudden presence. "The van's broken down. So we're stuck in this shit hole until the morning." Emma was the one to answer you, looking rather bored.

Kaitlyn shoots you an excited look, gauging your reaction. At the confirmation of your hopeful thoughts, you visibly brighten a bit.

Maybe you'll still have a chance.

Part 3

#the quarry x reader #the quarry dylan #dylan the quarry #dylan lenivy x reader #the quarry #dylan lenivy #fanfiction #fanfic

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batrachised · 1 year

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My reread of the Aogg series has been an absolute pleasure. Here are my thoughts on the first three books; I think of these as being their own set, because they tell the story of Gilbert and Anne's relationship. The only other book that focuses on them and their relationship consistently is AHOD--which I think will be deserving of its own post because tonally it's slightly different, more mature due to a more mature Anne. (Anne of Windy Poplars, I love you, but again my memory is mostly letters to Gilbert about other events--mayhaps I shall eat my words).

Anne of Green Gables

You know, I never revisited the first book because it wasn't my favorite--but reading it, I can tell why this one is the classic. Anne is a lovable eleven year old, the characters are all to a one delightful, the antics believable yet entertaining, and the conflicts all pointing to an overarching story of growth and love. I love how Marilla only can tell Anne that Marilla loves her after Matthew's death, and that Anne only becomes friends with Gilbert after hearing of Marilla's past with John Blythe. I love, above all, the moment where Matthew softly tells Anne to keep a little of her romance. What's remarkable is how, although most readers are in very different circumstances than little Anne, it's so easy to understand where Anne is coming from--because she tells you! "Wouldn't you be this dramatic if you were me?" "Oh, Marilla, you’d be excited, too, if you were going to meet a little girl you hoped to be your bosom friend and whose mother mightn’t like you," shivers tiny Anne, and the reader instantly understands, even if not eleven, or not a little girl, or not on PEI in the late 1800s--why yes, that would be nerve wracking! We even see this in Mark Twain's quote about Anne being so lovable, a man who most definitely was never an eleven year old orphan girl. Despite my love for LM Montgomery, there are off key chords in all of her other books for me--but this book sticks the landing every time. The ending sentence is my favorite of all of LMM's endings; "God's in his heaven, all's right with his world."

Anne of Avonlea

My love for Mr. Harrison was reinvigorated. I had forgotten about him completely and shamefully, and I'm delighted to have rediscovered him. That being said...this is a book where I tend to like specific chapters instead of the book as a whole. Even as a child, I remember flipping to my favorite chapters rather than rereading the book all the way through, and even as an adult (deep dark confession), I skipped pages more than once. My favorite chapters include the Mr. Harrison chronicles and the brief glimpses with Gilbert that we get, where Anne has to confront whether her daydreams are perhaps not true to life (and--importantly--that true to life romance might be better). I also, for one, love Mrs. Lynde and Marilla living together. Queens.

Anne of the Island

My primary thought: AAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD. I truly have little else to say. This is one I read so often as a child that the passages were familiar to me even now, over a decade later. I remember as a child when rereading, I'd read the first proposal scene with Anne and then immediately rush to the ending chapters where they get together for catharsis haha--if I didn't, I had to skip the first proposal chapter because ANNE HOW COULD YOUUUU. I love Phil Gordon so much, and I love Jonas even though he's barely onscreen, and I love Mrs. Lynde ominously fretting over whether Anne is going to marry, and I love Ms. Lavender frankly saying to Anne that she and Gilbert were made for each other. I also love the book's tendency to build up romantic moments and expectations and then deliberately pop them haha. LM Montgomery really showcases her ability to understand human's quirks and love them for it--while also laughing at them for it. I'm going to do a full post on this (and on LMM's genius for pairing contrasting personalities in a non-tropey way), but this is a good example of what I mean--because who of us hasn't been like ":(" and then enjoyed being like ":(".

Oh, Anne! The only other thing I have to say is that it says a lot that I started this a few days ago, and I'm already three books in! The quality holds up even as an adult (as if I expected any differently). LMM dedicated Anne of the Island to me, and to you, and to all other girlies who love her work, and I very much feel her love in the pages.

#aogg #lm montgomery #anne of avonlea #anne of the island

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matan4il · 2 years

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It's always sad to think about that Eddie also hasn't ever felt real love, whether be it from his parents or his partner. It was clear that his parents and Shannon made him feel like he wasn't good enough. When she came back to LA, he was good enough for a hook-up, but then she presented him with a divorce. I don't think he would have married her if his parents hadn't forced him because she was pregnant. He could never do things his own way. Would love to hear your thoughts on that.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you so much for this ask.

TBH, Shannon is someone who I’m very ambivalent about. I don’t think she was a bad person. See, in Texas I can understand why she left. I may not agree with her leaving or how she did it, the fact that she didn’t even tell Eddie she‘s thinking about it, or the way she cut off Chris when she left his dad, but I can understand why she was unhappy and feeling suffocated. I can understand making bad choices when life keeps throwing difficulties at you for so long, you don’t necessarily think straight anymore. I also assume she didn’t mean to leave Eddie himself. It seemed more like she wanted to leave the package that surrounded being married to him.

So years later, she’s in LA and Eddie contacts her. He’s moved there and all of a sudden, being with him doesn’t necessarily come with that entire package Shannon couldn’t deal with before. I don’t believe she had any concrete plan in mind when she came to meet him in 207, but that once she saw him, she couldn’t just walk out again. He’s furious with her for abandoning them, but by the end of that ep, he comes to understand her and they kiss. Is she forgiven? No. Her betrayal was too great and Eddie doesn’t feel reassured yet that she won’t walk out on them again. So he keeps her from seeing Chris. What gets to me is that in 210, Shannon indicates her and Eddie had been sleeping together for almost two months before she puts her foot down and insists on seeing her son. I have to admit, that one always rubbed me the wrong way. If she had been that loving and repentant mother, I don’t think she could have taken being so close to Chris without seeing him for that long. Especially not after she previously claimed to be focused on being reunited with her son.

Then Eddie agrees to reunite their family by the end of that Xmas ep, and she has both him and Chris, but no commitment. She seems to be pushing in that direction in 217, asking Eddie what they are, and telling him she might be pregnant again. Just like you said, he implies that they first married not because he wanted to, but because of her pregnancy. Then, at the restaurant, Eddie takes the final leap with her, after he let her back in on every other level, and is ready to re-commit. But Shannon doesn’t want to. She got everything back, but just as Eddie feared, she now wants to leave them again. I think in all that time she took away from them, she never really figured out what she wanted, which is why she’s so all over the place. She wants her son, but she’s okay just sleeping with her dad. She wants Eddie, but she breaks up with him the second he’s truly ready for her. She begs to be forgiven for having left, but then she does the same thing again. I think she was so thoroughly confused, she just couldn’t make coherent decisions.

Here’s the thing. That’s not a reflection on Eddie and how lovable he is, but when he was already carrying the baggage of how little he felt accepted and loved by his parents, especially his dad, this is exactly how he interpreted Shannon’s rejection. And it breaks my heart. The fact that she didn’t just leave, she died, means he could never hope to one day work things out with her, get to a place of being friendly exes and co-parents. Some things in life are final and can’t be fixed. That’s why I’m extra happy that he and Ramon are working things out and building a better r/s. That’s Eddie’s core trauma, and with it healing, that can allow him to revisit other ones and find better, kinder interpretations for them as well.

And of course, he has Buck now. Buck’s the guy who fights for Eddie, to be by his side, to help him, to make things better for him. Eddie has never had that before, and it’s so full of love and grace, you can tell that affects everything. IDK how Eddie would have handled the aftermath of the shooting if Buck weren’t there. I’m convinced that Eddie can get along better with Ramon thanks in part to the support he’s had from Buck. I don’t think there are any love stories that get me more emotional than the ones where two people who’ve been deeply wronged help heal each other. And that’s what we have in Buddie.

Hope I managed to answer satisfactorily, and here’s my ask tag! xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #anti shannon diaz #not exactly but there is no tag for ambivalence #christopher diaz #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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marshmallowprotection · 9 months

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Hello, Kait! This is very specific but I woke up from my nap and my imagination chose angst—

So let's say instead of being his game tester, MC is Ray's assistant. She's a Mint Eye believer who began to admire him for his hard work and devotion to paradise, trying her best to get closer to him. At first, Ray is hesitant, but accepts the affection offered to him anyway, and sooner rather than later they both end up developing romantic feelings for each other.

Their love grows stronger than their blind "faith" in Mint Eye and the savior, and watching the other take the elixir (and suffer the consequences) goes from something "painful but necessary" to something unbearable, neither of them can stand idly by while the other sufferd.

Just like in his route, Ray starts keeping secrets and lying to the savior to prevent MC from drinking the elixir and/or being taken to the basement. For her part, MC begins to believe that the best thing for Ray would be to take him away from Magenta. Of course Rika finds out, locks and tortures Ray in the basement and Suit Saeran wakes up.

Suit Saeran fails to break MC's spirit or convince her to go back to being the obedient believer she once was, so she ends up in the basement after the most painful cleansing ceremony she's ever had. As happens in BR2, Saeran/Ray decides to free her, apologizing for not being able to make her happy and drugs her with sleeping pills to take her to an unknown apartment, far from Magenta.

Two, maybe three years go by, and MC remains in the same apartment living a relatively "normal" life, managing to get a job and going to therapy, but of course dealing with PTSD after all that happened. Nor has she been able to forget Ray or Saeran, she still loves them and lives with the constant anguish of not knowing their whereabouts. She would like to believe that they managed to escape Mint Eye on their own and are free, but the looming possibility that they have died haunts her every day, preventing her from truly being happy.

Then, a day like any other, she decides to go for ice cream and finds those mint eyes that she adores so much. Even with red hair, the face of her loved ones is unmistakable. It's a dream, MC thinks, it has to be, but she can't take her eyes off him, afraid that if she does, this apparition will disappear. Their eyes meet and they both get uncomfortable, MC doesn't know whether to run away or get closer, while SE Saeran doesn't understand why this stranger looks at him like... like Saeyoung looked at him (and sometimes still does) when they met again.

MC has a nervous breakdown and runs away, but later, much later, after calming down, she finds herself crying again, but this time with relief. Regardless of who the host was, he's alive, alive and out of Mint Eye, looking healthier than ever, and for the first time in a long time MC can say she's feeling genuinely happy. She's oblivious to the news about the fall of Mint Eye because she stays away from that type of media, since it can overwhelm her, that's the reason why the whole situation takes her so by surprise. However, even though she feels selfish in doing so, she tries to approach SE Saeran once more, see his face and hear his voice once more, or so she tells herself but they continue to meet until they form a somewhat strange but lovable friendship.

MC discovers that the body's new host calls himself 'Saeran', but knows that this Saeran is not the same as she once knew. She becomes more and more curious about him, and at some point her friendly affection turns into something romantic, but not because SE Saeran looks and sounds identical to the men she loved, but because of himself, she falls in love with that boy whose life persists despite the countless number of times his heart has been broken, the lover of clouds and ice cream, the Saeran Choi in front of her.

SE Saeran reciprocates her feelings, but neither of them do anything about it, no, they are both too scared, at least at first. SE Saeran is afraid of hurting MC and MC is afraid that Saeran will think she sees him as a replacement. It gets to the point where MC can no longer deal with her emotions and has a talk with SE Saeran where she tells him everything, about her being a former Mint Eye believer, about what happened with Ray and the other Saeran, about her feelings for he. It's a complicated, painful conversation to have, but also necessary. I think SE Saeran would be surprised, but also that he is vaguely aware of Suit Saeran's existence, though not Ray's.

Probably not at that moment, but they both establish an unspoken relationship, there are no labels but they both know that they love each other, what they have is not "normal", but it's theirs and it makes them happy.

Then SE Ray and Grave wake up. I think Ray would feel very contradicted, on the one hand, he still loves MC, he still considers her his princess, and now they are both free, but... But this is no longer his life, he's no longer the host, SE Saeran is, and MC is his partner. A part of him is so desperate to hug and kiss MC, tell her how much he loves her, try to make up for lost time and enjoy the time they now have, but the other part of him feels like a nuisance and doesn't want to be, nor he wants to hurt SE Saeran and MC because of his selfish feelings, he wants to get away from her but he's dying to stay too. Grave is another story... The guilt for everything he did to MC persists and he would try to avoid her like the plague, not believing himself worthy of even thinking about her, very similar to what SE Saeran feels towards Iris at the beginning of your fic (Which I love, btw!).

This is how I think they would react, but they are technically your OCs, so I would like to know how you think they would act in such a situation.

Aaaand.... That's all! I'm so sorry this is so long, but my imagination + Saeran Choi = Infodump.

Oh, wow, you came up with a whole story idea! Spoilers for Iris, my Assistant Unknown story below!

As you know, one of the most dramatic revelations in that story is the realization that you meant something to Ray without realizing it. You didn’t know him and he never truly got a chance to know you… and by the time he returns, you’ve discovered how to live a new life with someone else… someone like him but someone new. He's afraid of what that means and what might go wrong now but you, their Iris, you understand without even trying, and smile at him.

My favorite part of that story was trying to add in tidbits sprinkled throughout the story until the revelation was shoved in your face all together and there was nothing you could do but begin to cry. That was so fun to do because nobody go the hints until they sprang out at the end!

Now, your idea is an entirely different concept altogether! What if you had known Ray? What if your story followed the opposite? Where you know Ray and Suit Saeran, but you meet SE Saeran who doesn't get who you are except for maybe a whisper of something that the other Saeran, in this particular case, Grave since that's my take on SE Suit Saeran... has to say.

He doesn't know you... but you knew them.

I think you could make something really enticing out of this but wow would it be such a very long concept to write about. There are just so many details that it would take much longer than the time I have to answer this question to completely flesh out. But, for the sake of your fantasy, let me at least to give you my take on what those two would feel about this specific situation.

In this case, what Grave guilty about isn't shooting the MC, since, as you know, Grave's concept is tied with my MC... and his guilt more or less stems from him not knowing who fired the gun at V that day... it could've been him or SE Saeran... and it hit Lila instead because she wanted to stop them from making a mistake. In this case, your MC is tortured by Mint Eye and he knows its his fault.

Similar to how we know him in my story, I imagine in this situation he would definitely go out of his way to avoid you. It's not your fault. It'll never be your fault. It's his fault you got hurt in the first place and he wants nothing more than to stay away from you because getting close to him is only going to destroy you in the end. He won't ruin anything you have with the other two if you make something with them.

He would be a supportive of that, and he would even do his best to make sure those two are protected when it comes to you… but…

I just can't see him being willing to open up to you for a very long time. If you’re patient with him and make sure that he is allowed the boundaries he needs to stay safe then you don't need to worry about anything. Give him time to realize and recognize that you forgive him. He did a lot of bad things and he wants to hold himself accountable, so don't tell him that he didn't do anything wrong.

Acknowledge that he did something wrong and understand that he needs time to forgive himself regardless of how you feel. It's going to take a long time before he's able to hold you… However, understand one thing and one thing alone, when he's ready to open a door for you, he'll press his hand against yours when you're sitting five feet apart on the couch.

SE Ray... God.

It's complicated with him because not only would he want to fall back into bad habits, he would feel like he doesn't belong in your life anymore. It's not just because you've already made a relationship with SE Saeran… It's because you're living in a world that hasn't had him in it for so long that he doesn't deserve to come back.

There's nothing he wants more than to treat you like royalty and make sure you have everything he wasn't able to give you before, but he understands very well that he might not be what you want anymore and he needs to learn how to not put you on a pedestal.

You would need to be careful with him because of what you went through if only because the minute you allow him back in and you don't have a conversation about communication, he's going to think that he needs to be the person he was when you were together in that place. He's going to think you want him to take care of you and you alone. You're going to have to communicate with him and help him understand that you want to be equals, you don't just want to be on top of the world while he's underneath you.

More than anything, what's going to hold him back in this situation is Big it's secure and afraid that you won't want to be with him because you already have Saeran.

SE Saeran...

I think this concept is very interesting for him because I genuinely don't know what would happen to him in a situation where he is face to face with somebody who wasn't his assistant but was the assistant of those who came before him. It would be difficult for him to get close to you because he's fully aware that whatever happened to you in the past is not something he can remember and he can't make up for whatever happened if he doesn't know what happened with the other two.

Because that's exactly what would happen to him, he would want to make up for what they did but that's not something he can do. Those two have to hold themselves accountable when they come back and talk to you about it, he has a completely different relationship with you than they do. It would just make for an interesting line of communication at the end of the day because you have a relationship that is so vastly different with all three of them, and yet you love them all the same just as they love you.

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