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Reflection | D. Ricciardo
Kinktober 10/11 - Mirror Sex
Summary: Daniel shows you how pretty you look when you cum through his gaze.
warnings: 18+ smut, mirror sex obvi, fingering, unprotected sex, choking, filthy filthy words from Danny
wc: 3.6k
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“Look at yourself, sweetheart,” Daniel whispered, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.
You were seated on the ground in front of the floor length mirror, completely bare, with nothing to hide behind. Your legs were spread wide, hooked over Daniel’s thighs as he sat behind you. The position completely exposed you, the mirror reflecting every inch of your body in vivid detail. His chest was solid and warm against your back, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you anchored against him.
You turned your head slightly, eyes meeting your reflection in the mirror. The image staring back was raw and unfiltered, your skin flushed from the heat of Daniel’s body against yours. His gaze followed yours, his hand slowly trailing down your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers before guiding your attention lower. Your breath hitched as your eyes fell to the reflection between your legs, the sight unmistakably intimate, revealing the glistening slickness that coated your cunt.
His fingers traced slow, teasing patterns over your inner thighs, inching closer to the slick heat between your legs. The sensation made you squirm in his hold, but he tightened his grip, keeping you in place. “There you go,” he murmured, his voice a low hum against your ear. “Just like that and don’t look away, I want you to see what I see.”
Daniel’s fingers grazed along your cunt, the touch featherlight, making you shiver against him. “Do you see it?” he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling vibration against your back. “How perfect you look when you’re this open, this needy?”
He spread you even wider, his knees pressing insistently against the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart until you felt completely exposed. You watched as his fingers moved with a knowing touch, parting your folds with a gentle but firm pressure that left nothing hidden. The sight was mesmerizing—the glistening slickness that coated every curve, the way your body trembled with each teasing caress, reflecting your arousal in immense detail.
Daniel’s fingers held you open, two of them spreading your folds apart while the other hand slid lower, grazing the sensitive flesh and drawing slow, torturous patterns over your pussy.
Your head fell back against his chest as his fingertips found your clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes that made your breath hitch. The sensation sent sparks through your veins, your skin prickling with the heat of it, but you couldn’t look away from your reflection. It was as if the mirror had captured the moment like a secret just for the two of you, a newfound intimacy you could see in every twitch of your thighs, every moan escaping your lips.
The sight of his touch, glistening with the evidence of your desire, only deepened the flush spreading across your cheeks. In the mirror, you could see the unmistakable sheen of arousal coating his fingers as he moved with deliberate precision, coaxing soft gasps and breathless moans from your parted lips. The wetness between your thighs seemed to grow with every teasing stroke, your body responding to his touch in a way that left no question about how much you needed him.
“Look at how soaked you are,” Daniel murmured, his voice laced with dark satisfaction as he continued to tease you, his breath hot against the side of your neck.
“You’re absolutely dripping for me, sweetheart. It’s like you can’t help yourself… can you?” His words were filthy, almost wicked, each syllable resonating through you and igniting a fresh wave of heat that pooled low in your belly. The shamelessness of his tone only made you slicker, your arousal spilling over his fingers as he dipped them lower, spreading the wetness across your sensitive skin.
A gasp escaped your lips as he slipped a finger inside you, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure up your spine. “Daniel,” you breathed, the sound of his name tumbling from your lips in a desperate moan, your voice thick with need. He added another finger, stretching you in a way that made your back arch involuntarily, your hips pressing down to take him deeper. The mirror reflected every trembling inch of your body, the way your thighs quivered, and the wanton expression on your face as his fingers moved inside you, curling just right to make your breath catch.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice rough as his fingers thrust into you, his palm pressing against your swollen clit with each movement. “The way you’re tightening around my fingers… so greedy for it.” His free hand slid up to cup your tit, his thumb grazing over your hardened nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that made your whole body shudder. “You’re going to fall apart for me, aren’t you?”
“Danny… please,” you whimpered, nodding helplessly as your body betrayed you, each thrust of his fingers drawing out a high-pitched moan that you couldn’t suppress. Your thighs trembled, quivering uncontrollably, as he brought you closer to the edge with every slow, deliberate movement.
“I can’t—” You choked out the words as your body clenched around his fingers, pliant against the rhythm he set. Each thrust seemed to pull the breath from your lungs, your hips bucking to meet him halfway. “Please… just don’t stop,” you begged, your voice trembling as another tide of pleasure raised inside you.
“Not planning to, darling,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he held you tighter, his arm a firm anchor across your waist. “I want you to see every part of this. I want you to know how easily I can make you fall apart.”
His fingers plunged deeper, curling just right, and you could feel the slickness coating his hand, see it glistening in the mirror. “You’re so wet… you’re practically dripping down my wrist,” he groaned, the dark timbre of his voice sending a fresh jolt of arousal straight to your core.
His filthy words and the relentless rhythm of his fingers had your body on the brink, your pulse pounding in your ears. It was as if his voice alone could unravel you, his deep, sensual tone making the pleasure sharper, more intense, each word sinking into your skin and setting every nerve alight.
You couldn’t help but nod, lost to the sensation, your gaze flickering down to where his fingers disappeared inside you, slick with your desire. “Yesyesyesyes, ’m… I’m so close,” you whimpered, your thighs trembling as he kept you teetering right on the edge.
The mirror reflected it all—the desperate arch of your back, the way your skin flushed with heat, and the helpless look on your face as you watched his hand working over you.
“Close isn’t good enough,” Daniel whispered against the side of your neck. “I want you to shatter, right here, in front of this mirror. I want to watch you lose control… look at your pretty face as you cum for me.” His pace quickened, fingers thrusting harder, his palm grinding against your swollen clit, until the tension inside you coiled so tight it was almost unbearable.
Your breath hitched as you felt the inevitable rush, your body clenching around his fingers. “Danny… I—” The words died on your lips, lost in a broken cry as your orgasm tore through you. Your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, but then you forced them open, drawn to the sight in front of you—compelled to watch the way you unraveled.
In the mirror, the reflection captured the way your mouth fell open, a desperate moan spilling from your lips, your cheeks flushed. Your thighs quivered, spreading even wider as his hand worked you through every pulse of pleasure, the slick sounds of his fingers moving inside you only heightening the feeling. You could see the glisten of your arousal coating his hand, dripping onto your inner thighs, leaving a trail of your need against your skin.
The sight was shameless, raw—watching yourself fall apart in his arms felt like surrendering in the most intimate way. The tension in your body broke again and again, each wave of your climax making you jolt against him, your hips jerking with every thrust of his fingers. Your gaze was locked on the image of your trembling form, the way your head lolled back against his chest, your hair sticking slightly to your damp skin.
“Look at how beautiful you are when you cum,” Daniel murmured against your ear, his voice low and rough, the words sending another shiver down your spine. His hand didn’t relent, coaxing out every last shudder, every desperate twitch of your body, until the pleasure ebbed and all you could do was collapse back against him, your breath coming in shallow, uneven pants.
In the mirror, you saw your reflection slowly steady, the aftershocks fading but the evidence of your release still visible—your skin glistening with sweat, your eyes filled with unshed tears, your body lax in his hold, and the satisfied, almost dazed look on your face as you struggled to catch your breath.
You turned your head slightly, your breath still ragged, and found Daniel’s gaze locked on you, dark and intense. Without a word, you reached up, fingers curling behind his neck as you pulled him down to meet your lips. The kiss was slow, languid, your mouths moving together in a deep rhythm that spoke of need and tenderness all at once. His lips were warm and firm, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head as he took his time savoring the kiss, as if he wanted to taste every moment of your pleasure.
When you finally pulled away, your breaths mingling, he didn’t hesitate. His hand slid to your waist, urging you forward gently, while he reached over to grab a pillow from the bed. “Hold on, sweetheart,” he murmured, positioning the pillow on the floor. “Let’s make you comfortable. On your hands and knees.”
You shifted as he directed, feeling the soft cushion beneath you as he arranged the pillow to support your knees. His touch was careful and sure, his fingers trailing lightly down your spine, sending a shiver rippling through your body. The change in position left you feeling exposed again, the mirror still in front of you reflecting your curves, your flushed skin, the way your back arched in anticipation.
Daniel settled behind you, his hands steadying your hips. “There you go,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark promise that made your pulse quicken. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back for a moment as he let his lips ghost over the back of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, love,” he instructed softly.
His words washed over you, low and commanding, making every nerve in your body come alive. You held his gaze in the mirror, the intensity in his eyes grounding you even as you felt yourself tremble under his touch. The way he looked at you—hungry, reverent—made you feel bare and vulnerable yet completely safe.
He straightened, his hands still gripping your hips, and you felt the warmth of his body shift behind you, creating an ache of anticipation that had your fingers curling into the pillow beneath you. His touch was slow, almost reverent, as his hands traced up the curve of your back and then down again, exploring each inch with a tenderness that made your skin tingle. Each brush of his fingers sent waves of heat through you, building until it was nearly unbearable.
Your voice came out in a soft, desperate whine, his name spilling from your lips as you pressed back against him, silently pleading for more. But he only chuckled, the sound low and teasing as he held you firmly in place. “Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smile that made your pulse race.
Through the mirror, you caught his gaze, the heat in his eyes searing into you. He watched your reflection intently, taking in the way your body trembled, the quiet, eager desperation written across your face.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dark and soft, sending a shiver straight through you. “So needy, aren’t you? Practically begging without even saying a word.” He ran his fingers over you, the lightest tease, just enough to make you gasp.
A blush crept up your cheeks, your skin flushing under the weight of his words. You saw yourself through his eyes—the way your hips arched, the open, helpless need in your gaze, how completely you gave in to him. He leaned close, his breath brushing hot against your neck as he whispered, “Now you know what you look like when you’re begging for me, my perfect, insatiable little slut.”
Your breath hitched as you pushed back against him, feeling the hard outline of his cock pressing through the thin fabric of his boxers, an agonizing barrier between you and the release you craved. “Danny, please…” you murmured, voice thick with need, your hips instinctively rolling to bring him closer. The brief friction made your head swim, leaving you aching for more.
Before you could voice a protest, his hand came down sharply on your ass, the sound of the slap echoing in the room and sending a heated thrill through your body. You jolted forward, a gasp escaping you as the sting gave way to a pulse of pleasure. But then you felt him, his cock nestled between your folds, the warmth of his skin against your slick, needy pussy.
He shifted his hips slightly, letting the tip of his cock slide slowly through your folds, nudging your clit with maddening precision. Each teasing glide sent shivers up your spine, leaving you gasping, desperate to feel more of him.
Daniel’s lips brushed softly against the back of your neck, a teasing warmth that contrasted with the firm grip he took as he threaded his fingers into your hair, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. His breath was hot against your ear, voice a low, commanding murmur. “Beg for me,” he whispered, each word sinking into you, igniting a shiver that pulsed down your spine.
A whine escaped your lips as the head of his cock pressed at your entrance, just the tip slipping inside, leaving you breathless with anticipation. But he didn’t move any further, holding you there with an excruciating slowness, his hands tightening in your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, “while you beg for me.”
Your gaze dropped to the mirror, and the sight that greeted you was shamelessly intoxicating—your flushed skin, the need etched across your face, the way you quivered in his hold. The raw desperation in your own eyes sent another surge of heat through you, making you ache even more as he held back, keeping you on edge.
You couldn’t hold back the needy, breathless whimpers spilling from your lips as you looked at him in the mirror, your gaze pleading, desperate. “Please, Danny, baby… I need you. I want to feel you deep inside me,” you whispered, the words spilling out, raw and unfiltered. “I want you… wanna cum around your cock.” Your voice broke, each word edged with a longing that you could see reflected in the way your body trembled, stretched taut in his hold.
Daniel’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, his lips curving in a slow, almost possessive smirk as he took in every inch of your need, every quiet, breathless admission. And then, with a low, rough groan, he gave you exactly what you’d been begging for. In one fluid, powerful motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely, making your eyes widen in shock and pleasure as your body stretched to take him in.
The mirror reflected everything—your back arching, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp, the way your eyes fluttered shut for a heartbeat as his thick length settled deep inside you. You felt his hands gripping your hips, his fingers pressing into the sensitive hollows of your back, hooking onto you with a fierce possessiveness that sent another rush of heat pooling low in your belly. His thumbs dug into the small dips on your back, anchoring you as he began to move, each thrust deep and commanding.
With every powerful thrust, you watched yourself in the mirror, your body swaying to his rhythm, skin flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure. The way he took you was unrestrained, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, forcing you to feel every inch, every pulse. Each time he drove into you, a shudder tore through your frame, the intensity pulling quiet, broken cries from your lips as you sank deeper into the overwhelming sensation.
Daniel’s hand slid up your body, trailing a path that left your skin tingling with every inch he claimed. His palm cupped your boob, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure spiraling through you. You gasped, arching into his touch, feeling the way he molded his hand around you, possessive and unyielding.
Just as your breaths turned to shallow, desperate pants, he let his hand drift further upward, wrapping firmly around your throat. His grip was commanding yet gentle, holding you steady as he angled your head back, guiding your gaze to the mirror. “I want you to see what you look like when you’re completely mine.”
You obeyed, unable to tear your eyes away from the reflection that stared back at you—eyes glassy with pleasure, cheeks flushed, and lips parted as soft, helpless moans tumbled out with every thrust he drove into you. The intensity in your own expression caught you off guard, and the way Daniel looked at you through the mirror made your skin burn hotter.
His fingers flexed lightly around your throat, grounding you, adding just enough pressure to make your pulse pound beneath his touch. Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes, your body overwhelmed with sensation, every nerve ignited as he continued his relentless rhythm. The wetness on your cheeks only seemed to drive him further, his dark gaze unwavering as he watched the pleasure grow in you, each broken cry and shuddering breath a testament to how he unraveled you completely.
With his grip steady around your throat, his thrusts deepened, each one purposeful, filling you with a raw intensity that left you gasping, trembling in his hold. The sight in the mirror—a reflection of your surrender, your pleasure, your helplessness in his hands—was intoxicating. Daniel leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, whispering, “That’s it… just like that. Watch yourself fall apart for me.” His voice sent another rush of heat through you, a final push that had you breaking, surrendering entirely to the pleasure he commanded with every move, every whispered word.
Daniel’s hand slipped down between your legs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing in firm, slow circles, pushing you over the edge quicker, making you cum around his cock. A choked cry tore from your lips, your vision blurring as tears spilled down your cheeks, your body shaking with each wave of pleasure that surged through you. You reached up, your trembling hand resting over his around your throat, grounding yourself as he continued to thrust, his pace unrelenting, each movement driving deeper.
He kept thrusting, his pace growing erratic as he chased his own release, each deep movement sending fresh waves of aftershocks through you, your body responding to him with every pulse. You were both lost in each other, caught in a rhythm that was both fierce and intoxicatingly intimate. Finally, with a deep, guttural groan, he followed you over the edge, his cum filling you as he held you tightly, his fingers digging into your hips as he rode out the last of his pleasure.
For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies pressed together, chests heaving in sync as you caught your breath. Slowly, he released his hand from your throat, his fingers grazing your flushed skin as he wrapped his arms around you, his cock slipping out of you as his grip loosened into something softer, more tender. You turned in his embrace, still trembling, and lifted your gaze to his, your eyes heavy with the aftermath.
He pulled you close, his hands cradling your face as he kissed you slowly, deeply, his lips soft and warm against yours, carrying a gentleness that contrasted with the passion you’d just shared. The kiss lingered, unhurried, as if he wanted to savor every moment, every breath. When you finally broke apart, he began scattering tender kisses across your face, brushing away the tear tracks on your cheeks, his lips trailing along your temples, the bridge of your nose, and finally lingering at the corner of your mouth. Each touch was soothing, grounding, bringing you back from the overwhelming height of pleasure.
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned back, a playful gleam in his darkened eyes as he took in the dazed, flushed expression on your face. “You know,” he murmured, voice low and filled with warmth, “we might have to consider installing a mirror on the ceiling above our bed.” His thumb traced along your jaw, his gaze dipping down to where your bodies were still pressed close. “I always want you to see how sexy you look through my eyes.”
His words sent a fresh wave of warmth through you, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling the tender mischief in his gaze.
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never yours to have
brothers bsf!jude bellingham x fem!reader
summary: he was never yours but it didn't stop you from wishing he was
a/n: i am RUSTY so please show this some love thanks 😌 i'm also not really an angsty writer so this is not my normal style
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10 years you'd known jude. he was 11 and you were 10. he was best friends with your brother. you'd been close for as long as you could remember. all his moves to different countries you'd been there. all his hard times you'd been there and him vice versa. there was never any sort of label between you as you got older. your brother had always told jude you were out of bounds and told you jude was out of bounds and that was that.
you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive, of course you did. but you were certain of two things: he was your brothers best friend and he had one hell of a reputation for being a fuckboy. you couldn't really blame him for that second part, but you always told yourself it was something to be weary of. you'd never be reduced to a number, and your brother would no doubt kill you and jude if something happened anyway.
little did you know your feelings were being reciprocated ten times stronger. everytime he was near you his heart skipped a beat. it was wrong. maybe that's why he wanted you so badly, because he knew he could never have you. you were his best friends sister, strictly off limits. but he couldn't help it. your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your voice, everything about you was perfection. to jude, you were the most beautiful person inside and out. and oh how he wished you could be his person.
your brother had decided that it was necessary to have a huge house party for his birthday, and you'd been forced to go. you weren't exactly happy to be, much preferring a quiet evening but the prospect of seeing jude after him being away for so long made you alot more excited than you wanted to admit. you couldn't help but keep glancing over to the door, waiting for jude to arrive. but when he finally did you wished he hadn't. he brought a girl? not just any girl either, quite frankly she was the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen and there she was hanging off his arm. she was perfect and she had jude. bitch.
it was immature, it was petty and it was stupid. nothing had ever happened between you and jude, you had always been strictly friends so you weren't really sure why you felt the way you did. why did this have to be the time you realised your feelings? but you were still angry, still hurt. it was irrational and you knew it, so your solution was to get drunk and avoid jude like the plague. but you couldn't run forever
"where have you been hiding?" he appeared behind you.
"shit jude. why would you sneak up on me like that?" your drink had gone all down your top. perfect.
"m sorry. come here" he grabbed a towel and attempted to dry you, something which any other time would be completely fine with you. but this time it felt wrong. you snatched it out his hand, admittedly alot more aggressively than you intended. "what's with you? can't take the drink?" he was drunk, and his arrogance was no longer attractive, it was infuriating to you. "shut up jude. i just don't think your girlfriend would appreciate watching you feeling me up" you spat and turned on your heel.
but he followed you. "what the fuck does that mean?"
"just leave me alone jude"
"no what's with you? you've been avoiding me since you've i got here and now you're making digs"
"no i'm not"
"are you jealous?"
"i'm sorry?" was he serious?
"are you jealous?"
"i heard you the first time jude. no i am not. why would you even think that?"
"don't know, but it would explain why you're acting so stupid"
you had nothing to say to that. ultimately he was right. you should be happy for him. why weren't you?
he paused, then talked slower and calmer than before.
"you know there's nothing going on between us right? we're just friends. she knows someone else here so we just decided to go together"
"then why was she all over you?" you mumbled, matching his low tone
"dunno. she'd had a few pre drinks so she was just tipsy"
you stared at him again.
"i like you y/n. not in a friend way. in a i can't think straight around you way. and your brother will probably kill me but i can't keep this in anymore. i don't want you to think i'm with anyone else because you're the only one i want"
"jude don't fuck me about" you were barely whispering, too afraid for this to all be some sort of joke.
"i wouldn't dream of it. i mean every word y/n. i think i'm inlove with you"
you'd unconsciously stepped alot closer to him, gazing up with glassy eyes. your brain screamed that he was drunk, that he was a player, that he was your brothers best friend but your heart said otherwise. you liked him too and you were gonna give it your best shot.
it was like he'd read your mind. one hand slipped to the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his while another fell to your waist. he was angelic. so gentle, so careful. he kissed you like you were fine china. a prized jewel that needed all the respect in the world. you melted into him. it was perfection, something you'd been dreaming of for years. the kiss meant absolutely everything to you. everything.
you could've kissed him forever if your brother hadn't come outside to find you both. "what're you both doing out here? it's cold come inside"
jude grinned at you in a way that had your heart bursting. "come on"
it wasn't long before he'd disappeared. and he'd been gone a while. you thought nothing of his absence until you noticed she was missing. you made your way upstairs looking for him when you heard someone else call out his name. another girl.
no, surely it wasn't.
the shout had come from the bathroom. you walked slowly, shaking hand turning the handle. you knew then and there what had happened. you knew you should've walked away. but you didn't. some twisted part of you wanted to check, and if it was what you thought it was, you wanted him to know you knew. you wanted him to know he'd hurt you. so you opened the door and you were met with a sight that made you feel physically sick. she hadn't seen you, clearly lost in her own please and her hair being held in jude's hand probably didn't help her ability to look in the mirror and see you. but he did. he met your eyes in the reflection. regret clouded his face instantly and he stopped. her head raised at his halted movements, clearly confused and you muttered a quick sorry before slamming the door.
you couldn't breathe. you needed to get out, get away from him and his lies. you ran back out to the garden that he'd confessed his feelings for you and kissed you in not even 20 minutes ago. you stood in the same spot and you let your tears fall.
why were you so upset? he was never yours to have
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Cornered
Warnings: kissing, cheating, flirting
After your first kiss with Wanda, sitting on her lap as she took your breath away, you quickly pushed her off and ran out the door. You weren’t a shy girl by any means, and you knew you two were playing a dangerous game, but really? A pastors wife? Wanda Maximoff, the doting wife and volunteer everyone looks up to? You were barely a sophomore in college, kissing a woman who’s married and in her 30’s like it’s no big deal. You had no business being involved in something this scandalous.
When her lips collided with yours, it suddenly turned into a big deal…everything was a big deal. You couldn’t be letting your fun feelings go too far, and besides, you were only here for the summer. Your feelings for Wanda weren’t real, it’s just a fling. Wanda, on the other hand, felt completely different. She knew that you wouldn’t stay in town forever, but that didn’t stop her from wanting you one bit.
She got worried when you didn’t show up for your special solo that Sunday, the one she found you a pretty dress for and did your blush and- even the thought of the kiss made her cheeks grow with heat. After service she waited at a lonely table while her husband chatted it up with all the families and other guests. Wanda got used to having your company, talking and laughing and giving you light touches. Her high status as the Pastors wife surprisingly didn’t leave her with many real friends.
When she got home, the first number she called was yours, sitting on the couch with a cold glass of iced tea and waiting for you to pick up. You saw her call, took a breath, and declined it. Funny enough though, you were still wearing the dress and her makeup…you just couldn’t take it off. The doting wife called you 10 times in the span of an hour, leaving countless voicemails.
“Hi sweetheart, it’s Ms. Maximoff…it’s Wanda. Please call me.”
“Why’d you miss your solo, we worked so hard on it?”
”We should talk about earlier…it was completely unprofessional and I’m sorry, honey.” “Call me back, or meet me at my house in an hour. I’d prefer your discretion on this.”
You decided to be a mature adult and drove over to her house, anxiously knocking on the door. The beautiful woman you’d kissed just hours earlier stood there, hair shiny and soft with perfect lips and- that’s not even what you were here for. Focus. “Please come in, make yourself comfortable,” she said as she took your coat and your purse.
You two sat across from one another on two separate couches, letting uncomfortable silence stir between you two. Then, you spoke, “I just want to say I’m sorry for earlier, it should’ve never happened and I-”
“Don’t apologize, Y/N. I wanted it…I still do.” “What-what’re you saying? Wanda your husband is a pastor and you work at the church and- I don’t even know what’s going on.” “For years I’ve been able to keep my desires hidden until you, Y/N. I don’t know why but I have to have you, and I know you want me too.”
“You’re married-”
“You think my husband doesn’t have his own flings?”
She sat on your side of the couch now, a finger gently running up your knee to your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. You wanted her so badly. You needed her touch.
“No one would have to know.” And you said yes.
That’s how you ended up with your dress ruffled, makeup a mess, hickeys on your tits, and a phone number in your pocket that said, “Call me night or day- W.”
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Moth To A Flame | JJK & KMG | Chapter one
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader x Kim Mingyu Genre|tags: Idol!au, series, established relationship, infidelity, love triangle, lots of angst, lots of drama, smut, maybe fluff. Word count: 9.2k+ Rating: Explicit adult content (MINORS DNI). Chapter warnings: A LOT of angst and tension, explicit language, sexual innuendos, kissing. Lemme know if there's more. A/N: I’m so happy it’s finally out!!! Just a few notes: I don't want to specify an exact date, but the events take place mostly during the second half of 2022, during the PROOF and Face the Sun/SECTOR 17 eras. Also, I'm not exactly sure how many chapters this fic will have, but possibly around 10 to 15 (if i can help it). That’s it! Enjoy the reading and let me know what you think!! Tags: @cherrylovescheol, @lovingkoalaface, @whoa-jo, @marihoneywk
Summary: Four years ago, you crossed paths with a charming member of the K-pop group Seventeen during their tour stop in Osaka. The two of you shared three intense, unforgettable days before life took you in different directions. It was painful for both of you, but you knew you couldn’t take things any further and had to say goodbye. Now, back in Seoul for good, you’re in a new relationship with another idol: Jeon Jungkook—whose charm and stability make him everything you thought you wanted. You are very much in love with him, and as your connection deepens, it feels like your life is finally falling into place. That is, until you meet one of your boyfriend’s best friends and are stunned to discover it’s the same man you fell for in Osaka all those years ago. As buried emotions resurface and secrets begin to unravel, you find yourself torn between these two men, caught in a whirlwind of love and conflict, testing the boundaries of loyalty and the choices that could change everything.
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Your phone buzzed on the dresser as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of your dress for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. You knew it was a message from Jungkook, probably wondering where you were since it was half past nine and you were already late.
Nice way to make a good first impression, you thought to yourself, staring back at your reflection in the mirror, a mix of excitement and nerves creeping in your chest.
Jungkook had chosen the dress himself. It was simple yet elegant, a mid red velvet dress—his favorite color on you—with a slight sheen and floral embossed details. The dress has a V-neckline and it’s fitted to the body, creating an elegant and sophisticated fit, perfect for the night. Over the dress, you chose to threw a black leather jacket, which added a cool touch to the look, contrasting with the delicacy of the dress and looking very chic overall.
You took a step back, after applying a final coat of the deep red shade lipstick, smoothing the fabric of the dress one last time as you studied your reflection in the mirror once more.
If you were being honest with yourself, you had spent more time getting ready than usual, wanting everything to be perfect.
Tonight marks six months since you and Jungkook started dating, a milestone you both had eagerly awaited. From the moment you met while temporarily working for HYBE as a stylist for BTS’s PTD on Stage first show in Seoul, back in october, you knew it was meant to be. When he started shamelessly flirting while you tried to adjust his clothes, you knew you were a goner. And in the 182 days since he kissed you at 2 a.m. by the Han River, the two of you have been through so much together.
You’ve already done almost everything and anything, absolutely ignoring when everyone said not to rush into things, since you’re both so young. Plans for the far future, matching tattoos, and considering how much time you spent at his place, basically living together. You can name it and find out what you've already done. HYBE already knew about your relationship, and you spent ninety percent of your time together, except when you were both working. He already knew your family and closest friends, and you also knew his mom, dad and brother, his members and most of his friends from school and the industry.
Well, all except the infamous 97 line. Which basically was your task for tonight.
You had never met them before, or at least not all of them. However, tonight that would change, as Jungkook had arranged a dinner and drinks to introduce you to them. And from the moment everything was agreed upon, the thought of making a good impression had your stomach in knots. Jungkook was everything to you, and all you wanted was to be perfect for him—to be the woman who would fit seamlessly into his world.
You really did love him. It was a thought that both comforted and anchored you all day, keeping you steady despite the nervous feeling creeping in your stomach as you finished getting ready. During the time you’ve been together, you've fallen hard for Jungkook, his kindness, his humor, the way he made you feel safe and cherished. He became your world. He’s kind and thoughtful manners, the way he treated you like you were the most important person in his life.
Jungkook had been nothing short of amazing and you loved him deeply.
But that was not the only thing on your mind tonight. There was something else, something you hadn’t been able to push away no matter how hard you tried. Or rather, someone.
Of course you knew the guys who were part of 97 line—you didn’t live under a rock. For Christ’s sake, you also work for the entertainment industry; it’s basically part of your job to know who they are. And even if they weren’t who they are, Jungkook never stops talking about him specifically. He’s already shown you dozens of photos of the two of them and their adventures during Seoul’s nights.
It had been months since you realized that Mingyu from Osaka was also Jungkook’s Mingyu.
The worst part, however, was that you hadn’t had the heart to tell him. You knew how angry he would be, how fiercely he loved you, and how much he disliked the idea of sharing anything, especially you; what was his was his only. So, yes, you were terrified of what would happen if he found out. You simply couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, not when you loved him so much, and not when what you had together was the best thing that had happened to you since you set foot in Seoul again.
That’s the only reason you had kept it to yourself this entire time, knowing this moment would come eventually and you would have no way to escape it, only hoping you could get through the night without Mingyu causing any trouble. You knew he was a discreet guy, and it wasn’t like you were going to see each other every single day anyway from now on.
Your phone buzzed on the dresser one more time, pulling you out of your thoughts. As you have guessed before, it was another text from Jungkook.
You smiled, the warmth of his words soothing your nerves, if only a little. Jungkook was the reason you were doing this, the reason you face tonight despite the anxiety gnawing at you. And tonight was about him, and you were determined to make it nice and easy.
So you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you muttered to yourself, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It's just one night.”
Grabbing your purse, you took one last look in the mirror, and headed out the door. Even though it's not that far from your house, the cab ride to the restaurant felt shorter than you expected, your anticipation growing with each passing minute.
Earlier in the day, Jungkook had insisted on picking you up, but you refused. You ended up working late—your temporary job as an editorial stylist for Elle Magazine had taken more of your time than expected—and you didn’t want to make him late as well. So, you told him you’d take a taxi and assured him it would be fine. But even so, you could tell he wasn’t completely convinced. He'd texted you several times throughout the evening, double-checking that you were okay and reminding you to let him know once you were on your way.
When you arrived, you spotted Jungkook immediately, staging outside the entrance with a wide grin on his face. He looked effortlessly handsome in his dark gray Calvin Klein shirt and dark jeans, his dark hair tousled in that way you loved.
As soon as he sees you getting out of the cab, his entire face lights up.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted you, bunny smile on full display as he pulled you into his arms to a warm hug, nose immediately dragging against the column of your neck, “I missed you.”
“Hi, handsome,” you replied, a teasing smile on your lips, nerves easing slightly with his touch as you melted completely into his embrace. “It's only been eight hours, babe.”
He shrugs. "What can I say? I don’t think I can last much longer without you, babe." Taking his face from the crook of your neck, Jungkook smiles, leaning down to kiss you softly. You sunk into the kiss, his familiar warmth making you feel safe and more at ease. “Happy six months.”
“Happy six months, baby,” you replied between kisses.
When you finally pulled away, he kept you close, both hands on each side of your hips, an amused smirk pulling up at the corner of his lips. “You look incredible. Can’t wait to take this dress off of you.”
Your arms rested on his shoulders, circling his neck. “Mhmm… you don’t look so bad yourself.” He smelled really nice too, a wood and ocean scent that was distinctly his. “I have a surprise for you underneath this.”
"Don’t do this to me, doll,” he groaned in complaint, his voice almost sounding like a whimper. “I’d ditch those guys for you in a second.”
His lips met your jaw, trailing a path down to your neck. “And I wouldn't complain.”
You heard someone clear their throat, noticing a lady on the sidewalk staring at you with an unfriendly expression. You giggled, finally pulling away but staying close enough for him to drape his arm around your waist.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t wait for you to meet them,” he sounded way too excited, his doe eyes sparkling with joy. “Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said with a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the lingering jitters.
“They’re going to adore you, I promise,” he said, squeezing your waist reassuringly.
Jungkook led you into the restaurant, his hand gently resting on the small of your back. The place was cozy and intimate, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the tables—the exact kind of spot you’d expect idols to gather for this kind of get-together. You could hear the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as you made your way to the back of the room toward a large table where a group of eight guys were already seated and chatting animatedly.
As you weaved through the maze of tables, your nerves began creeping back in, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached the table. You forced yourself to focus on Jungkook, on the fact that he was here with you, and that tonight was more about him than anything else. But as your eyes scanned the faces at the table, you couldn't help but search for the one you were dreading most.
“They’re just over here,” Jungkook said, bringing you out of your thoughts as you approached the group.
And then you saw him.
Heart skipping a beat and breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on the man sitting at the far end of the table, his eyes downcast as he filled his glass with a cabernet liquid.
The man you never expected to see again in your life.
Kim Mingyu.
The sight of him was like a punch to the gut, the air in the room suddenly feeling too thick, too heavy. The world around you blurred, your vision narrowing to just him—the man who had occupied your thoughts for so long after Osaka four years ago, the one you had tried and failed to forget.
It felt like slow motion as all eyes turned to you, and Mingyu slowly looked up from his drink, following suit with the rest of the guys.
Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his. A flicker of recognition crossed his gaze, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly masked his surprise with a neutral expression. Even though you knew he would be there, nothing could have prepared you for the rush of emotions that surged the moment your eyes met.
It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving you breathless and frozen in place. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, the noise of the restaurant fading into the background, and all you could hear was the rapid beating of your heart.
Mingyu held your gaze, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. In that moment, a jolt of electricity shot through your body—a mix of fear, guilt, and something else, something you didn’t want to name.
“Everyone,” Jungkook’s voice cut through the haze in your mind, pulling you back to the present. “This is Y/N, the amazing woman I’ve been telling you all about, and the love of my life.”
Jungkook’s tone was joyful and proud as he kissed your cheek. You tore your eyes away from Mingyu, forcing a smile and trying to steady your breathing. Meeting the gazes of the guys around the table, you spoke, your voice steadier than you felt. “Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you all.”
“Babe, this is Yugyeom, Bambam, Chan, Eunwoo, Jaehyun, Seokmin, Minghao… and Mingyu,” Jungkook introduced, oblivious to the tension simmering beneath the surface.
Mingyu stood up almost immediately, one of his long legs hitting the edge of the table, causing the silverware to rattle. He offered you a polite smile, but you noticed the tightness in his jaw, the way his eyes avoided yours as he reached out to shake your hand across the table.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” he said, his voice calm and measured, as though nothing was out of the ordinary, giving nothing away.
Your hand trembled slightly as you shook his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through your body that you desperately tried to ignore. Heart racing, you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you forced a smile, “You too, Mingyu.”
Clenching your teeth, you fought against the shiver that coursed through your body, your nipples hardening despite your will. Memories flooded back in flashes, like a kaleidoscope of moments—the way his fingers felt inside you, on you, touching and caressing, guiding you to most the earth-shattering nights of your life.
Your hands lingered together for just a moment, you mind racing as you tried to gauge his reaction. Was he going to say something? Did he really remember you?
The rest of the introductions faded into a blur. As everyone took their seats, you found yourself sitting directly across from Mingyu, the small proximity only heightened your awareness of him. You could feel his gaze on you, even though he was careful not to let it linger too long.
Jungkook sat beside you, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh under the table—a gesture that usually made you feel secure. But tonight, it felt like a reminder of the terrible situation you had suddenly found yourself in.
You now hated yourself for not saying something to Jungkook before tonight.
Of course, you hadn’t known Jungkook when Mingyu came into your life, but now that you knew both of them, shouldn't you have said something?
And what would you even say?
That his best friend had once stirred feelings in you so intense that they haunted you? That you spent years trying to erase the memory of his touch? That all those years ago, it was as if Mingyu hadn’t just claimed your body but your soul?
A wave of nausea hit you suddenly, and you swallowed hard, trying to push it down.
As the conversation flowed around, you tried to focus on the others, to be present in the moment. You had to keep yourself occupied, or your sanity would begin to fray. And the other boys were more than happy to help you with that. They were very kind, funny and welcoming, and despite your tension, you found yourself slowly warming up to them.
Jaehyun was charming and amusing; Seokmin was full of energy, making you feel more at ease with his laid-back attitude; Eunwoo was sweet but a little shy; Chan was outgoing and warm-hearted; Yugyeom was bubbly, relentlessly teasing Jungkook throughout dinner, while Bambam was clearly the life of the group—loud, hilarious, and making you laugh with his playful banter and jokes, easing some of the tension you’d been carrying since you arrived. Minghao, on the other hand, was more subdued but quick-witted, throwing in sarcastic comments and showing a genuine interest in you.
They all seemed genuinely happy to meet you, and you found yourself laughing at their stories, trying to relax.
“So, what do you do for a living?” Bambam asked. “We gotta know if you’re doing something cooler than us.”
You chuckled softly. “Right now I'm between jobs. I mainly work as a tour stylist, but recently I’ve started getting into some editorial work too, for Elle Magazine.”
"Oh, so you know Chaeyoung?" Eunwoo asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Chaeyoung?" you echoed, unsure.
"Rosé, babe," Jungkook leaned in and whispered.
"Oh, right! Yeah, I was responsible for her outfits in the Elle June issue. We spent the whole day together—she’s really sweet."
"She's part of our group too," Jungkook explained with a grin, "but you'll meet the girls another day."
"They're a separate event," Jaehyun joked and you laughed.
“What do you like more? Touring or editorial?” Yugyeom asked, looking genuinely interested.
“Touring, definitely,” you replied, your face lighting up as you spoke about your job. "It’s incredible, and I get to do the other thing I love most—traveling."
“Wow,” Seokmin outed, sounding genuinely impressed. “What do you do when artists go on tour?”
“The months prior to a tour I coordinate the designers and do the talks with brands for custom pieces or partnerships," you began to explain. “During the tour, I oversee the team of dresses who help with costume changes and ensure costumes are functional for performances.”
“She’s so much cooler than you, Jungkook-ah.” Bambam said, pointing at Jungkook, who just shrugged.
“I can't argue with that.”
“What artists have you worked with?” Chan piped in, eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Mostly westerners. Little Mix, Dua Lipa, Ariana Gran—”
“So how did you two meet?” The question came up suddenly from the far end of the table, interrupting what you were saying and making your breath catch.
You shifted your gaze toward Mingyu, who leaned across the table with his eyebrows arched, head resting in the palm of his hand. Curiosity—and something more—sparkled in his eyes. Until that moment, he had been the picture of composure, engaging in conversation easily, his voice smooth and confident as he chatted with Jungkook and the other guys, but never with you.
Right now, however, you could see the tension in his jaw and the way the muscles in his forearm flexed, fingers tightened around his wine glass as he said, “Jungkook’s been pretty quiet about it, keeping us all in suspense.”
You hesitated for a moment, his tone sharp and unsettling, the bluntness of his question throwing you off balance. It was exactly the conversation you'd been avoiding, knowing it could lead to Mingyu prying into things you weren’t ready to share in his presence.
You glanced at Jungkook, who smiled encouragingly and gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze under the table.
“Well, we actually met when I was working temporarily with BTS during the PTD on Stage shows here in the city," you said, keeping your voice steady, though inside you were bracing yourself. You turned your attention to your boyfriend’s face, forcing yourself not to let Mingyu's presence intimidate you, though it was becoming harder with every passing second. "It was supposed to be just for those shows, but I ended up staying with them until PTD in Las Vegas.”
“HYBE really loved her work, but I think I loved it more than anyone,” Jungkook said with a big smile, his hand gently caressing the inside of your thigh. His eyes met yours, and you exchanged a warm smile. “We got to talk one night after one of the concerts in LA, and…”
“It just felt right,” you concluded, smiling at the man on your left.
“Wow,” Yugyeom said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. You couldn’t help but notice how similar his smile was to Jungkook’s—very bunny-like. “That sounds like something out of a drama.”
“Doesn’t it?” Jungkook said rhetorically, his eyes never leaving your face.
You laughed softly, feeling the warmth in his gaze. “I guess it does. Life has a funny way of writing its own scripts.”
Tonight was the greatest proof of that, you thought, as Mingyu's gaze seared into the left side of your face.
You stole a glance in his direction, catching him watching you closely. His expression was unreadable, but the tense set of his jaw gave you all the confirmation you needed—his own question had backfired, and this conversation was clearly affecting him, and not in the "I’m-happy-for-my-best-friend" kind of way.
Then he abruptly turned his attention away when Minghao leaned in to whisper something in his ear.
"She’s got a point," Jungkook said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk as he pointed at Eunwoo. "You’ve probably started enough dramas to know how this plays out, huh?"
The man chuckled. "To be honest, it does sound like fate.”
Jungkook glanced at you with a smile that made your heart flutter even more. But before you could respond to Eunwoo, Mingyu’s voice cut in, accompanied by a wry smirk. “Real cinematic. Almost too good to be true, right?”
“It really was kind of perfect,” Jungkook said, smiling down at you again and completely oblivious to his friend's ironic tone."Fate or not, I’m just glad it happened."
The boys instantly started imitating Jungkook’s voice, making obnoxious noises and exaggerated smooching sounds. You forced a smile, trying to ignore the way Mingyu’s words lingered above you, heavy with unspoken meaning.
His eyes remained fixed on you, but he leaned back in his chair, feigning casual interest. “I see. Well, it’s surprising that you didn’t run into us at the concert here in Seoul, too, since we were there. I guess fate decided to keep things interesting.”
Once again, his words were tinged with irony, and though he didn’t directly address it, the implication was clear as the day for you. Your heart raced as you fought to maintain your composure.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Just then, Jaehyun flashed you a warm smile and asked, “So, Y/N, are you from around here?”
You shook your head. “No, actually. I’m originally from Gwangju, but I lived in the UK for almost my entire life before deciding to move back here.”
“Really?” Jaehyun said, clearly intrigued. “What brought you back?”
“Just felt like the right time,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Sometimes you need a change of pace, you know?”
Jaehyun nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. It’s nice to have a fresh start every now and then.”
"How many countries have you visited while working?” Yugyeom asked, taking your focus off Jaehyun. “Must be nice traveling to so many places."
"Oh, it is. There are so many places that I couldn't name them all at once. The last time I was in Brazil with–”
“Have you ever been to Osaka, Y/N?” Sensing an opening, Mingyu threw the question at you, his eyebrows raised, your name rolling out of his tongue slowly. His smirk didn’t waver as he leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming with the kind of knowledge only the two of you shared. “Osaka is really nice.”
You winced at the chill in his words, desperately searching his eyes for the tenderness that once resided in those brown depths. But all you found were dark, empty eyes that swiftly brought back memories of your time together.
Suddenly, your heart skipped a beat, the memory of those three days in Osaka flashing through your mind like a neon sign in the dark. He didn’t mention it—he wouldn’t—but the way he phrased the question made it clear what was hovering between the two of you. You didn’t know what game Mingyu wanted to play tonight, but it was suddenly driving you crazy.
Everyone at the table turned their eyes to him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, since he brought up Osaka out of nowhere.
It was Bambam who voiced the question. “Osaka? She just said she was in Brazil, and you're stuck in Osaka?” he laughed. “You’ve been to Osaka hundreds of times, bro. Let’s hear about Brazil, please.”
Throughout the rest of the dinner, conversation and laughter filled the air. You tried your best to focus, to be present and engaged, but it didn’t matter how hard you tried, it was difficult to concentrate. Your mind kept drifting back to Mingyu, the tension between you palpable, even though neither of you acknowledged it. The others made you feel at ease, but Mingyu’s presence cast a shadow over your excitement.
And as if his mere presence wasn’t enough to overwhelm you, his smooth gestures and deep, husky laughter stirred memories you were desperately trying to forget.
You couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes burning into you, now and then. Every so often, you would catch Mingyu looking at you, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he looked away. And every time your eyes met across the table, it sent a jolt through your system; your heart skipped a beat again and again, your mind a whirlwind of emotions, a jumbled mess of past and present. You couldn’t believe this was happening—of all the people in the world, Mingyu had to be Jungkook’s best friend.
It was so obvious that you weren’t the only one affected by this. You could see the tension in Mingyu’s shoulders, the way he kept his responses short, his attention drifting elsewhere. He was as shaken by this unexpected reunion as you were, and knowing that only made you feel more unsettled.
You loved Jungkook so much, you reminded yourself over and over. You were with him now, and that was all that mattered.
“Jungkook’s been so happy since you two got together,” Eunwoo leaned in closer, lowering his voice beneath the hum of conversation. His warm gaze focused on you as he whispered, grounding you again. “It’s really nice to see.”
A lump rose in your throat, the warmth of Eunwoo’s words a sharp contrast to the cold tension swirling inside you. Forcing a smile, you replied, “He makes me really happy too. The happiest, actually.”
It was true—you knew that. But right now, it felt like you were trying to convince yourself more than reaffirm it, and you hated yourself for it.
As the night went on, the tension in your chest never eased. It felt like guilt was eating you alive. Maybe you were overreacting—after all, it wasn’t like you had any feelings for Mingyu anyway. Maybe you should have told Jungkook from the start. Maybe he wouldn’t have reacted the way you feared, and everything would have been fine. The two of you would have laughed at the coincidence, and life would have gone on.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
But now it was too late, you thought to yourself—you were already here. You and Mingyu had already spent most of the night pretending you didn’t know each other, as if nothing extraordinary had happened four years ago. There was no way Jungkook wouldn’t find the situation strange.
Did that make you a cheater? You had wrestled with the question through the night, guilt gnawing at you, even if there was no betrayal in the technical sense.
This wasn’t the kind of thing you could confess without destroying everything. It wasn’t something you could admit even to yourself without breaking. But the memory clung to you, no matter how hard you tried to bury it. And the weight of it was unbearable now, sitting in a room with both of them, feeling like you were betraying Jungkook just by being reminded of a past you could never speak of.
Not with him, anyway.
Sitting among your boyfriend's friends in silence, you felt like the worst person in the world. Although the rest of dinner flowed with lighthearted conversation, your heart raced every time Jungkook brought up something about your relationship that could give Mingyu space for interrogation.
And that continued until the conversation suddenly shifted.
“So, Mingyu, you still haven’t spilled the details about what went down between you and Sanghee," Yugyeom said, turning all eyes toward his friend. “Spill, already.”
"Who’s Sanghee?" Bambam mumbled through a mouthful of rice.
“She’s that friend I set him up with on a blind date about three weeks ago," Yugyeom explained and all of a sudden, it seemed like the whole table had remembered a very important topic to be discussed: Mingyu’s love life. “She’s a dancer for YG.”
You took a long sip of your wine, trying to drown the strange knot tightening in your stomach. A confusing mix of warmth and bittersweet unease creeping through your veins, leaving you momentarily disoriented.
Jealousy? Seriously?
The thought hit you like a wave, catching you off guard. You had no reason to feel this way, but the unsettling twinge in your chest was undeniable. You shook your head, trying to push the feeling aside. You didn’t even know him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or him to be feeling this way. But most of all, it wasn’t fair to Jungkook. Yet the thought of Mingyu being with someone else had every muscle in your body tensing, rejecting the idea completely in a crazy possessive way.
"Wait, you're dating again?" Jungkook asked, genuinely surprised and you lowered your gaze to your plate, trying to tune out the conversation, even though a part of you wondered what he meant with again. "I had no idea, man. That's good for you!"
Mingyu’s tone was sharp, clearly meant as a jab, as he replied to your boyfriend. "Well, of course you wouldn't know. We’ve barely seen you these past six months."
"But for a good reason, so you're off the hook," Seokmin said with a wink in your and Jungkook’s direction, quickly easing the tension. "Anyway, it's awesome that Mingyu's getting back into dating. Four years is a long time."
You froze, a chill running through you. That couldn't be right. You must've misheard.
Slowly, you lifted your head, just in time to catch Minghao wrapping an arm around Mingyu, as if offering quiet support. "He had to move on eventually, you know."
"Seriously, dude," Eunwoo chimed in, shaking his head. "I’m starting to think that girl you met in Osaka is a figment of your imagination. No way you’d stay hung up for four years over someone you only spent three days with."
Mingyu’s face flushed, and it was obvious he knew you were staring—he avoided your gaze, and for the first time tonight, he was looking everywhere but at you. Still, you couldn’t help but watch him from beneath your lowered lashes, struggling to make sense of your feelings right now.
To your surprise, he glanced your way for just a second before turning his attention back to the guys.
"Could you all shut up for a moment?" His gaze landed on Jungkook, then Yugyeom. "And no, I'm not dating again. Sanghee was a little annoying, to be honest. She only wanted to talk about things that didn't interest me”
Yugyeom let out an exasperated sigh, throwing his head back. "You’re way too damn picky, man. Seriously, just choose someone and date them already!"
"I'm not picky, I just know what I want." He leaned back in his chair with a casual shrug and turned his gaze to you. You quickly looked away, but he pressed on. "I've already said it: I'm looking for someone I can genuinely connect with. Someone kind-hearted and easy-going."
Jaehyun rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like the girl from Osaka."
Mingyu shrugged. "Exactly like her."
You swallowed hard, leaning your head against your boyfriend's shoulder, using him as support to try to erase the thoughts racing through your mind at full speed.
What the fuck was going on and why was he saying all these things?
"Mingyu met a girl in Osaka, like, five years ago? And he's never shut up about her since," Jungkook whispered, trying to include you in their conversation. "He hardly ever dates anyone because of her, so it’s always a reason to celebrate."
You forced a smile, bringing the glass to your lips as you replied, "She seems like a special girl."
Jungkook smiled softly at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I bet she is.
The conversation went on and then shifted, turning to the new drama Eunwoo was preparing to film over the summer. When dessert was served, you excused yourself to the bathroom, needing a moment to collect your thoughts and breathe. You slipped quietly out of your chair, walking down the dimly lit hallway outside the restroom, your heart still racing as you closed the door behind you.
You immediately leaned against the sink, gripping its edge tightly as you stared at your reflection, your pulse thrumming in your ears as you cursed loudly. “Fuck.”
What the hell was going on? Why was Mingyu trying to confuse you with all these things, after everything that happened the morning he left Osaka? What did he stand to gain from this? He was the one who set the boundary, who made it clear that the past needed to stay buried. So why now, of all times, was he stirring it all back up? None of it made sense, and the more you tried to piece it together, the more it felt like the ground was shifting beneath your feet.
You loved Jungkook. You knew that. You were in love with him, with the life you had begun to build together. The perfect bubble you had created around yourselves, one that no one seemed able to burst. You’d spent six months like this—entwined in each other as if your very lives depended on it—and even now, you were still eager to celebrate this milestone by yourselfs the moment you step out of here.
Yet, seeing Mingyu tonight took a toll on you.
There had always been something about him, something intangible that tugged at your soul in ways you could never fully explain. Now, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite remember what it was. It was maddening; the way the memory of him from four years ago slipped through your fingers all night, yet still sent your mind spinning uncontrollably. Deep down, you knew it was the same force that had once made your heart surrender so easily, the same pull that left you defenseless all those years ago.
You splashed water on your face, hoping to wash away your thoughts, trying desperately to clear your mind and come to your senses. But no matter how cold the water was, the anxious feelings remained, stubborn and unshakable.
Drying your face with a towel, you tossed it into the basket and took a deep breath. Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to pull yourself together before heading back out there to face the rest of the evening with nothing but a big, stupid smile on your face, doing what you seemed so good at: pretending.
You stayed in the bathroom a few more minutes, pressing your palms to your cheeks to cool the flush that had risen as you steadied your breathing. You needed to get back to Jungkook as soon as possible—back to the reality you had chosen, back to celebrating your six-month anniversary together with his friends.
But as soon as you rounded the corner, you almost collided with a solid figure.
“Whoa!” you exclaimed, stumbling back slightly before steadying yourself. “I’m sorry, I—”
You stopped talking immediately when you looked up and met the one person you least wanted to see right now. Panic coursed through you, and you instinctively dodged, forcing yourself to start walking again without saying a word.
But you were quickly halted when a hand landed on your forearm. The sudden touch sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of surprise and an unwanted spark of familiarity that you couldn't shake off. It was the faintest brush against your arm, but the sensation lingered, sending your pulse into a wild rhythm.
How could such a small touch feel so electric?
You quickly pulled your arm away, but didn’t take a step, frozen in place with him just behind you.
“Y/N,” Mingyu whispered, his voice husky in urgency. “Can we talk?”
Your heart sank. The last thing you wanted was to be cornered right now, especially after everything that had been said at the table just a couple of minutes ago.
Slowly, you turned to face him, heart racing as a flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm you just by a single touch. In that moment, all the thoughts you had tried to suppress tonight came rushing back, and you found yourself caught between the instinct to flee and the magnetic pull of his presence.
“I… I really can’t,” you replied, voice firm but slightly wavering.
“Please,” he said, stepping closer, the intensity of his gaze making it hard for you to breathe. “I just need a moment. Just to talk.”
You shook your head no, mind fighting with all the reasons why this was a terrible idea. “Mingyu, it’s not a good time. I’m with Jungkook, and—”
“I know you’re with him,” he interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “But that’s not what this is about. It’s about us.”
“What happened is in the past,” you stated, feeling a rush of frustration. “This won't change just because we ran into each other.”
His expression softened, a mixture of regret and longing. “It’s not that simple, and you know it. We…”
He stopped talking for a moment and for a second, just stood there, his gaze fixed on your face with intensity. He didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at you it was as if he hadn’t really seen you until this moment. His eyes roamed over your face, down to the way the red dress clung to your body, and back up again, like he was memorizing every inch of you, like you was something he couldn’t quite believe was real.
Your pulse thumped loudly in your ears. The proximity between you was unbearable. He was too close, his scent too familiar, the memories flooding back with every breath taken as if the ones that haunted you through this night weren't enough.
It had been four years, but suddenly it felt like it had all happened yesterday.
Mingyu stepped closer, so close now that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse thudding wildly as his eyes met yours once again. There was something in his gaze, something raw and unspoken, that made the air between you hum with electricity. He was looking at you like he’d been waiting all night just to get this close, like being in the same room hadn’t been enough until now.
“You…” Mingyu’s voice was rough, almost strained, his eyes never leaving yours. “You look… different.”
“Mingyu…” you started, but your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.
You knew what he meant. It wasn’t about the dress or the fact that your hair had grown long since the last time you had seen each other. He meant something deeper, something you both felt but neither could acknowledge. As you met his gaze, the weight of that understanding settled over you.
“You… look good,” he said, his voice quieter than before, but it still carried the same roughness that sent a shiver down your spine.
You smiled softly, tilting your head to the side. You wanted to say so many things to him, but all that could come out of your lips was, “Thank you. You look good too.”
The silence stretched between you, heavy with everything you couldn’t say. You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the flicker of hope clouded by the reality of your lives now.
“Mingyu,” you started, unsure of how to express the conflict inside you. “Listen, I…”
But before you could finish, somebody turned around the corner, interrupting your moment, making you jump slightly. Your heart started racing again, the reality of your situation crashing back down on you. Anticipation clenched in your stomach. You had to get out of here.
“Minghao. Hi.”
Minghao smiled at both of you immediately, stopping in his tracks, his curious gaze locking onto yours. “Sorry about that,” he said with a chuckle, stepping aside to let you pass. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s fine.” You said, mirroring his smile. “No worries.”
Then you made a move to walk past him, eager to return to the safety of the dinner table, to Jungkook, but Minghao didn’t let you go so easily. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just needed to freshen up.” You replied, glancing toward the dining area of the restaurant where you could hear Jungkook’s voice and the others still laughing, still blissfully unaware of the storm that had just brewed in your mind.
“Are you two okay?” Minghao asked, glancing between you with a raised eyebrow.
You nodded quickly. “Yeah, we’re fine.”
He didn't look convinced. “Did I interrupt something?”
“We’re just catching up,” Mingyu replied, his expression shifting, the vulnerability from moments ago replaced by a guarded look. The casualness in his voice stood in stark contrast to the heaviness that had hung between you seconds earlier. “I had to know if she passed the test to be Jungkookie's girlfriend.”
Mingyu let out a light laugh as he spoke and Minghao nodded, though he didn’t seem convinced. There was a curious glint in his eyes, as if he were trying to piece something together. He studied your face intently, his brows furrowing in thought, like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.
“You know,” he started, his voice thoughtful, “you look really familiar. Have we met before?”
Your breath caught in your throat, heart skipping a beat for what it felt like the hundredth time this evening. The way he said it, the way his eyes held yours—it sent a chill down your spine. The distant familiarity in his eyes unsettled you all of a sudden, and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach.
You quickly glanced at Mingyu, then back at Minghao, swallowing hard, the weight of his gaze suddenly becoming too much for you to handle, because you knew exactly where he recognized you from.
That day at the airport, the very last day, four years ago. The day you had said goodbye to Mingyu, heart in pieces, believing you’d probably never see him ever again. Minghao had been there, along with the other members of Seventeen. Far away, but there. He had probably seen it. He probably knew.
Panic bubbled in your chest, but you fought to keep your expression neutral. You forced a laugh, shaking your head as you carefully replied, "I don’t think so. I think I’d remember."
“You’d be surprised,” Minghao’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if your reaction to his question had only deepened his suspicion. He chuckled softly, but his eyes stayed on yours, sharp with thought. “I’m terrible with names, but faces? I never forget a face.”
He looked like he was going to say something else, but then he tilted his head, studying your face a little bit more. He glanced at Mingyu slightly and there was a beat of silence between the three of you. All of sudden, you felt your pulse quickening again. This night looked like it would be one that would land you in the hospital with the onset of a cardiac arrest.
“Maybe we’ve crossed paths somewhere,” you said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “But I don’t think we’ve officially met before tonight.”
“Hmm, maybe,” he mused, glancing past you for a second before returning his focus back to your face. There was something knowing in it, something that made you feel sick. This couldn’t be happening. Then Minghao’s expression shifted, as if a light had just switched on in his mind. “Japan! Ha! Have you ever been to Japan?”
“I, uh…” you stammered slightly, trying to keep your cool. “Yeah, I’ve been. For work.”
It wasn’t a complete lie. You had met Mingyu during your time off while the singer you worked for was on tour.
He nodded slowly, like he was piecing something together. “Right.”
Minghao's eyes lingered on yours, and you had the distinct feeling that he was seeing right through your attempt at casual conversation.
But to your relief, he didn’t press the subject further. Instead, he just shrugged. “Well, I’m sure it’ll come to me eventually,” he said, his tone hinting at something unspoken. He smiled as he stepped aside, gesturing toward the dining room. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Minghao.” You mumble quickly, as he stepped into the men’s restroom after lightly touching Mingyu's shoulder and smiling at his friend. You took a deep breath, eyes meeting Mingyu’s again. “I should go,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “I really need to—”
“Wait,” he interrupted you, his tone suddenly serious. “Can we… can we talk later? Somewhere private?”
You hesitated, the conflict within you flaring up again. Minghao's words and gaze had completely thrown you off balance. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Please,” Mingyu said, his voice dropping to a whisper, a plea that struck deep within you. “I just need to see you again. Just to talk.”
“I’ll think about it,” you replied, taking one last look at him before you walked back toward the table.
Every step felt heavy, your mind racing with thoughts you wished you could push away as you made your way back to Jungkook. Did Minghao know? Was he just playing with you, or had he already connected the dots? Has he really recognized you? Was it possible that he had seen you in the airport with Mingyu?
You simply couldn’t afford to think about that right now. Not with Jungkook looking so happy, waiting for you at the table, surrounded by his closest friends. For now, you had to push everything aside, pretend like the past hadn’t crashed into your life tonight.
As you neared the dining area of the restaurant, the sound of laughter greeted you, and for a moment, the weight on your chest lightened. Jungkook spotted you immediately, his face lighting up as he waved you over.
You observed that boys had spread out. Seokmin, Bambam and Yugyeom were huddled around the karaoke machine, laughing and dancing to the soft ballad playing in the background. Eunwoo, Jaehyun and Chan sat nearby Jungkook, deep in conversation, while there was no sign of Mingyu coming behind you.
When you reached the table, Jungkook turned fully toward you, flashing that familiar boyish smile, the one that always made your heart swell. It was effortless, the way he could make you feel safe with just a look, as if the entire world faded away and it was only the two of you.
He extended his hands, pulling you close to seat on his lap, his voice soft and affectionate as he murmured, “There you are. I was starting to miss you.”
You genuinely smiled, the sound of his voice grounding you in the presente, exactly where you should be. You had to focus on him. On your six-month anniversary. On the life you had built together, even if ghosts from your past were insisting on creeping back in.
He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you as close as he could. “You okay?”
The warmth of his embrace and the tenderness in his words wrapped around you like a protective shield, momentarily easing the tension inside you. You melted into his embrace, resting your head against his shoulder and allowing yourself to sink into the comfort he always provided you, grateful for his touch on your skin. “Never been better.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jungkook whispered, his words filled with sincerity as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head. “You make everything better, you know?”
You smiled at him again, though this time it felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment.
“I’m glad too.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you.”
He smiled big. “I love you more.”
You shook your head, tears suddenly welling up, pushing against your resolve. "No," you whispered, your voice trembling as you fought to hold them back. You couldn't tell what it was. Whether it was the events of tonight that had left you feeling so overwhelmed, or if it was simply because you loved this man with every fiber of your being that it couldn't be possible for there to be a love greater than that. "It’s not possible."
Everything inside you felt tangled—love, guilt, confusion—blurring the lines between what was real and what you were trying to push away.
“Yes, it is,” he said, head tilted to the side as he examined your face, his eyes and voice soft with concern, while you sank deeper into his shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
"Nothing," you whispered, forcing a small smile as you blinked away the tears. "They're tears of happiness, I promise. I'm just happy that we're here and together."
“Babe, this has been the happiest six months of my life.”
Your heart clenched. Six months. It was supposed to feel like a celebration, but all you felt right now was guilt weighing on you.
“Mine too,” you whispered back, mind far from settled.
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You laughed, despite the sincerity in his voice, burying more of your face in his neck and closing your eyes to inhale the scent you loved—his. “Are you drunk right now, mister?”
“Just a little bit,” he chuckled. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
“I feel the same way, baby,” you said, hoping the words would steady you.
He leaned closer, moving your hair away from the back of your neck to leave a trail of kisses there, voice a little rough. “And the way you look in this dress? Absolutely perfect and mesmerizing. I’d say you’re turning heads tonight.”
Your heart raced with joy at his compliment, heat rising to your cheeks. “You’re not too shabby yourself,” you teased, letting your gaze linger on him. “So handsome,” You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt soft beneath your lips. “So hot. It’s no wonder Calvin Klein wants you as their new brand ambassador.”
He chuckled, a low, playful sound that sent a thrill through you. “Careful, babe. If you keep complimenting and kissing me like this, I might have to take you somewhere else.” His tone was flirtatious and tinged with mischief, causing a flutter deep within you at the thought.
You bit your lip, lifting your head from his neck as your hands caressed his face, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw and lip ring. Leaning in closer, you raised an eyebrow, your voice soft and teasing. “Is that a promise?”
“Mhmm…”
Your faces were inches apart, the warmth of his breath sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. There was electricity in the air, a palpable tension that danced between you, wrapping around you like a silken thread. In that brief moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the room, the rest of the world fading away.
You swept his hair back, savoring every detail—the curve of his lips, the intensity in his eyes, the magnetic pull of his gaze. The urge to lose yourself in him was always so powerful. With a teasing flick of your tongue, you traced his lips, biting his lip ring, and he parted them willingly. A smile played at your mouth as you pulled back provocatively, but his lips chased yours immediately, hands slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you close. This time, you surrendered to him completely, feeling his smirk press against your mouth as you gave in.
Your eyes fluttered shut, breath catching as his soft lips pressed into yours, stealing the air right from your lungs. As you moved in, your tongue met his in a playful, lingering dance. The warmth of the kiss sparked something deep inside, each gentle caress a silent promise to savor every second together.
Still seated on his lap, your hands pressed to his chest, fingertips grazing over the firm planes beneath, as each languid pull of his lips melted you further .Jungkook’s hands squeezed your hips, urging you even tighter against him. The cool touch of his lip ring sent a thrill through you with every brush, a tantalizing contrast to the heat building between you.
Your hands slid up, fingers lacing behind his neck as your nails grazed his skin, slipping into his hair with a gentle tug. But just as you were close to getting more lost in each other, a piece of bread sailed through the air, smacking Jungkook on the head. You both broke the kiss, turning quickly to see where the unexpected interruption had come from.
Eunwoo, Jaehyun and Chan observed you with amused expressions, joined by the others on the other side of the room.
Crossing his arms over his chest, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he stared at you, Jaehyun said, “Aren’t you two awfully cozy over there?”
“Seriously, get a room!” Yugyeom shouted across the nearly empty restaurant.
“And don’t forget we’re still here, please.” Chan spoke, raising an eyebrow and grinning.
The others joined in with laughter, their teasing breaking the intimate bubble you and Jungkook had momentarily created. Your cheeks warmed even more as you buried your face in Jungkook’s shoulder again, caught between embarrassment and amusement.
“Yeah, okay, okay!” Jungkook said, laughing as he pulled back slightly, still holding you on his lap. “Can’t blame us for trying to celebrate our anniversary!”
“Right, right,” Eunwoo said, smirking. “Just don’t do it with us watching, yeah?”
As laughter filled the air, you felt the warmth of Jungkook’s arm around your waist, anchoring you to him amidst the joyful chaos.
But just then, you couldn’t help but let your gaze drift across the table. Drawn by an invisible thread, your eyes locked onto Mingyu’s. He was there again, clearly forcing a laugh as he stared at you. Your heart raced, the laughter around you fading into a distant murmur. Mingyu’s expression was unreadable yet charged, a blend of warmth and something profound swirling between you, and suddenly the light atmosphere seemed to shift again.
“Babe?” Jungkook’s voice pulled you back, concern etched across his features as he noticed your distraction. “What’s wrong?”
You blinked, forcing yourself to focus on him again, the affection in his eyes steadying you again. And then you lie, feeling like the worst person in the world again. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook pressed, his brow furrowing. ”You're not uncomfortable, are you?”
“No. Really, I’m okay.” you insisted, the words slipping out a little too quickly as your eyes met his.
Eventually, as the night wore on, your head nestled against Jungkook’s shoulder, the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat started to lull you into a sleeping state. He turned to you, a gentle smile on his face. “So, what do you say we call it a night? I think we’ve celebrated enough for one evening.”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection.
Jungkook pulled you close, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Let’s get you home.”
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The season 4 OMITB finale was SO GOOD! It had everything - it was emotional, it was suspensful, it was funny! Everything I love about the show tied into a perfect season finale.. 10/10!
I think it's only fair to begin with Sazz and her and Charles' friendship.
Just the opening scene, which doubled down on what we were shown in ep 4 already - Sazz keeping up a strong front and hiding her pain for Charles' benefit and it hit just as hard.
And of course, having been told throughout the season/series how much Sazz cared about Charles, her last words hit even harder!
Which brings me to Charles' reaction to the confession:
Man, oh man! How powerful was this scene!? I actually believe that (if Eva's device wasn't switched to the vibrator, lol) Charles would have killed him! I still have chills when rewatching the scene..
And I don't think anyone would blame him since Sazz (and Glen) basically died for nothing. Just so she wouldn't expose Rex for the fraud he is.
All this makes up for the killer being revealed in episode 9 already, too.
I loved that Jan turned out to have been staying in Charles' closet this whole time just waiting for them to solve the case! 😂
Of course, I can't leave out my beloved bromance, lol!
As always, Oliver was hilarious! (Wish I GIFed the dance on the ledge as well, but apparently I forgot, lol.)
Anyway, how great was it that Charles overcame his fear of heights to save Mabel!? 🥹 And he was about to go all the way from his apartment as well before Ollie suggested Vince's! Speaking of which, nice of the Westies to provide a ding-dong! 👍
Finally, the wedding! Like Oliver, I was worried something was about to happen to Loretta, but thankfully, everything went smoothly and it was just beautiful! 🙂
Mabel and Charles walking Oliver down the aisle? Perfection! Lol.
Also, when Howard was wheeling Winnie in, I thought it would have been great if Will was present, but I didn't think it was gonna happen.. And then I squeeled!
It was amazing to see both, Will and Dickie walking Loretta down the aisle! ☺️
Perhaps it's not ideal that Loretta will be in New Zealand, but I still count that as a happily ever after for them.
But what's most important, our trio is staying together!
Last but not least, poor Lester! 😔 Can't wait to find out what his death was about! Hopefully, unlike Sazz and Glen, he didn't didn't die for basically no reason! 🤞
Can't wait for what season 5 has in store! 👀
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My In-Depth Review of Sonic X Shadow Generations (Spoilers!)
I completed Sonic X Shadow Generations so I'm ready to talk about it! Remember, these are just my personal opinions about the game, so don't take this review as me saying that my opinion is "right." I'd hate to accidentally spoil the game for you, so all my thoughts are below the cut:
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THE SHADOW PORTION
Let's start with what we've all been hyped about: the Shadow portion of Sonic X Shadow Generations. If you single out the Shadow story of this game, I think it is an absolute masterpiece! Everyone who worked on it gave it their all, and it clearly shows. I'd give it a 9.75/10.
THE GRAPHICS
The visuals of this game are STUNNING. These new models for Maria and Gerald Robotnik are perfection! I am so glad they went with the more 'cartoon' style for the human models, similar to what we saw in Sonic Unleashed. They feel like they belong in this world among these peculiar looking anthropomorphic animals, but they aren't so odd looking that they feel goofy. They found a perfect balance and I couldn't be happier with them. Speaking of character models, to see all the bosses throughout the years in this new high definition was a sight to behold! Though I do feel nostalgia for the lower-poly version of the Biolizard, it was great to see it as the creators originally envisioned. It went from this loveable (and admittedly silly-looking) salamander to a truly intimidating and disturbing looking beast. The animation is superb. The characters move so fluidly and the poses are dynamic and striking! The frame rate makes everything look and feel fast and smooth which is exactly what you'd hope for in a Sonic game. I also appreciated the variety of poses/animations even just for the different stage ranks. I found myself purposely replaying stages to get different ranks just so I could see the different animations Shadow had regarding his "performance" evaluation. That really adds to the replay value! I am a graphic designer for a living, so of course I have to gush about the design, too! The graphic elements that appear before, during, and after each stage are straight up BADASS! I love the 2D animated flame that appears along the stage name and the color scheme and sharp lines are so appropriate to Shadow, and are a very strong contrast to Sonic's graphic elements that are colorful and round in shape. These are small details that most people might not outright notice, but it really enhances the overall aesthetic of the game.
THE STORY
LOOOOORE! Sweet nectar of the gods, we were given so much more lore with this game! Even though the Shadow portion of this game was fairly short, they jam-packed a ton of information and I am forever thankful for it! If you didn't do so while playing, I highly recommend playing again and talking to the NPCs regularly for little nuggets of lore. I was initially worried that this was going to be a rehash of the same 'origin' story we've heard a dozen times already, but that was not the case! Instead of focusing entirely on the tragedy that happened on the ARK, we got to learn what life was like on the ARK while times were still good! Learning that Shadow didn't used to be confident at all, to the point where Maria basically doesn't recognize this confident version of him that we've all known him as. And that Shadow never did his homework??? HA! I loved the confirmation that yes, Maria WAS INDEED the person who gave Shadow his name, and the meaning behind it was EVERYTHING TO ME! (Also works so well for my my AU. IYKYK hehehe) Plus all the Robotnik family history?! MARIA HAD A LITTLE SISTER?!?! She'd be old now, if she's even alive, but will we ever meet her? Will Shadow ever meet her (and would he even want to, or does he feel like that chapter of his life is closed now)? What was she like, and how did Maria's death impact her and her parents??? I hope we'll find out some day! Plus getting to learn a little bit more about Gerald's sons was exciting too. Will more Robotnik family members make appearances down the line? What do they think of Eggman's misdeeds? I'm so curious for more! It was heartbreaking in the best way for Shadow to get to interact with Maria and Gerald again, especially knowing he can't do anything to change what will inevitably happen to them. His sense of desperation paired with the growing affects that Doom's powers were having on him really had me worried about what was going to happen to Shadow's state of mind and overall well-being. It was amazing to see the toll it was taking on his body and his mind. In particular, I'm thinking of the scene where Shadow goes to fight Sonic and you see him having to actually restrain himself and go easy on Sonic. I thought it a great scene to demonstrate how easy it would have been for Shadow to just give in to the rage and take Sonic out without hesitation, but his willpower was able to win in the end. I have heard some people saying they're disappointed that Shadow lost his Doom abilities by the end of the story, but I think it made complete sense for the story. Black Doom is insistent that Shadow isn't 'complete' yet and he has to be more like him in order to be 'perfect.' But that isn't true! Shadow is already the ultimate life form, especially because there's more to him than his Black Doom DNA. By rejecting Doom's influence in the end, that was Shadow's true evolution. He's perfect as he is. Obviously I could gush forever and ever about all the Shadow and Maria scenes, but words aren't going to do it justice. It was just so moving to see how different he is when he's with her. In fact, at the end of this game I believe this is the first instance we ever see a true, genuine, heartwarming smile from Shadow and it DEVASTATED ME! We are used to his smirks, but when he's trying to reassure Maria that everything's going to be okay, we get to see him truly smile and we aren't seeing Shadow the Ultimate Lifeform or Shadow the Destroyer/Weapon, we are seeing Shadow the Brother and it felt like the warm embrace of a security blanket. God bless the writing in this game.
THE ACTING
The acting in this game is incredible from a visual and auditory performance. The animators really pushed the acting of the character models and you can feel Shadow's transformations throughout the game and the toll it's taking on his body. The emotions are cranked up to the max and they didn't pull any punches. In the past, Shadow was often limited in his portrayal of emotions, but that wasn't the case in this game at all. We saw anger, we saw resentment, we saw panic and sadness, and affection. There was so much thought put into the shaking of his hands, the gritting of his teeth, the shrinking and dilating of his pupils, all to show what's going on in his head without even resorting to words. SO MUCH ATTENTION was put into how these characters moved and interacted with each other and it truly tugged at my heart strings. There were too many wonderful moments for me to break down, so I will just single out one for now and applaud the creative direction and the animators for these scenes as a whole. There's this moment right near the end of the story, when Shadow is trying to stop Gerald and Maria from disappearing for good. His gestures are wild and panicked, his pupils and irises are small due to fear, but then Maria simply frames his face and rests her forehead against his. It's subtle, but Shadow's eyes widen and then return to their regular size and everything from his stance to how his shoulders fall show what a calming presence Maria has and how she helped (and will continue to help) him find his inner piece. Those performances are going to stick with me forever! Mike Pollock as Gerald Robotnik was truly *chef's kiss* MP is such a fantastic actor with great range. Though his voice is easily recognizable, the manner in which he speaks as Gerald is so different compared to Eggman, that you couldn't mistake the two characters even just by listening. We have been so used to only hearing from the angry, driven-insane-by-grief Gerald that it was so refreshing to get to see and hear the calm, brilliant, caring genius that created The Ultimate Life Form. P.S. I'm going to be crying over hearing Gerald call Shadow "son" for the rest of my life, thank you very much. I don't care about the future crimes he commits, we got to witness Shadow's father in this game and I'm weeping. Kirk Thornton is not my favorite Shadow. That being said, he really gave it his all and I was pleasantly surprised by what he accomplished. One of the performances that surprised me the most was Mephiles! This is a credit to the writers as well as the voice actor. The sense of wild desperation in his voice as he fights to even 'exist' in this timeline was so visceral and terrifying. Sure the other villains had their "I'm the best, this world belongs to me" lines, but Mephiles' voice lines were on a completely different level to me. What a treat! Lastly, if you can, please replay the game in Japanese! Kōji Yusa's performance is STUNNING. Ooh I'm getting shivers just recalling his voice lines while you're playing through the stages. I don't mean to discredit the English voice actors, but I think this game is even better when listening in Japanese. Give it a try yourself!
THE MUSIC
This is a Sonic game we're talking about, of course the music is going to be fantastic! The score did not disappoint one bit. It was great to hear all the callbacks to songs in the past as well as new tracks that were catchy and enjoyable even after playing the stages several times. "All Hail Shadow" has always been one of my favorites, but the new instrumental version used for majority of this game was so haunting and eerie. It was a delight to my ears as well as my emotions.
THE BOSSES
I loved the chosen bosses for Shadow's story. It was great fun to revisit some of the more iconic baddies throughout Shadow's history, and even though some of the gameplay was the same, the battle would then shift and offer the player something new. However, it's actually the boss fights where I dock the game a few fractions of a point. The boss battles were far too easy to defeat, and I actually found them easier and easier as the game progressed. I beat Mephiles and Devil Doom so quickly that I didn't realize their fights were over already. One could argue this was intentional by design. After all, throughout the story Shadow is evolving more and more into the 'perfect' killing machine. It would make sense that the more Doom Abilities he acquires, the weaker these bosses would seem. Still, as a life-long gamer, I appreciate when I have to actually work to achieve the ending of a game. I would have liked more of a challenge.
OVERALL GAMEPLAY
Whether you're roaming about White Space or you're actually playing through stages, the Shadow portion of this game is an absolute blast. Even having played the Shadow the Hedgehog game (which I'm a fan of, btw), I feel like this game really gave you a better feeling of what it's like to be Shadow. I LOVED that I got to use Chaos Control way more than ever before in previous games. If you had the ability to stop time, wouldn't you take advantage of it every chance you could??? The opportunity to use Chaos (and Doom) Spear as frequently as you wanted and Chaos Control almost constantly really shows how formidable of a character Shadow is and just how different it is to play as him compared to playing as Sonic. I loved the 'free-roam' aspect of White Space compared to the 2D version in Sonic's story. Hunting for rocket parts or figuring out how to unlock collectibles was a lot of fun and let the player really explore these new Doom abilities to the fullest. I'll admit that I struggled with navigating some of the Doom abilities, but even so I still had a ton of fun. I already mentioned replay value, but before you even have to go about replaying the game, there is SO MUCH to this portion of the game! The amount of stages, challenges, collectibles within stages, FINDING the unlockables USING the collectibles you obtained from stages, even the mini challenges available AFTER you've completed the key challenges (I'm talking about the bell that's located above the challenge portal), all of it made for a ton of opportunities for play. I found myself wanting to take on every quest instead of begrudgingly going through it just because I'm a completionist.
My biggest gripe is that the game was too short. Am I greedy for wanting more? Probably, but I can't help it. The developers gave us a ton of content in the Shadow story, but I still would have loved to have a full length game of just this gameplay. I managed to complete the Shadow portion in a few hours, and that was even with me leisurely taking my time to get collectibles and get S ranks for stages before progressing through the story. I miss the days where games took much longer to complete. But hey, I'm a nostalgia-prone 33 year old, so I guess that's to be expected of me haha.
THE SONIC PORTION
Here is where Sonic X Shadow Generations loses more points for me, which is a shame because I think it's a great game overall. Admittedly, I was disappointed when I first learned that the Sonic portion of the game was just a remaster of Generations. I had really hoped we were going to receive something new to help elevate SXS Gens as an entirely new game, instead of just "Sonic Gens + Shadow DLC".
Don't get me wrong, the stages in Sonic Generations are fun to play. However, when you go from playing Shadow's story to Sonic's story, Sonic's side drastically pales in comparison in my opinion.
My other complaint is that for a remaster, they really didn't improve Sonic's portion of the game significantly (at least from what I can recall, as I haven't played the original Sonic Generations since it first came out in 2011). This was a missed opportunity to correct more of the drawbacks of the original game. However, I will admit there are some minor changes that were made that I was thankful for. Let's start with the positive before I point out some of the negatives.
THE STORY
As mentioned earlier, I acknowledge that Sonic Generations is just a remaster so it makes sense that the story didn't change much. That being said, there were some small changes that I did really appreciate and helped improve the story. One of the things that always bothered me about the original Sonic Generations was how indifferent/annoyed Sonic was regarding his friends. I mean, the story is about time being erased! His friends and home are literally getting removed from the fabric of time and Sonic seemed more inconvenienced than concerned. In more recent games, the writing has really focused on the value Sonic finds in his friendships and found family. He always has his signature cool, aloof attitude, but I think the writers in recent years have successfully showed just how much he cares about his group, whether the games were serious (Sonic Frontiers) or silly (The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog). The story wasn't drastically changed for Sonic X Shadow Generations, but some altered dialogue and blink-and-you-miss-it edits helped to cut that jackass attitude from the original and gave him more realistic reactions. Especially by having him respond when he rescues everybody this time! It never seemed right when Tails was first rescued and he's trauma dumping on Sonic about how awful the experience was and Sonic just sits there in silence haha. At least in the new version, Sonic reassures Tails that he's safe now. Also, huge kudos to whoever decided to alter that scene where Sonic is shoving Amy away by the face. I always hated that. Ship or not, you don't treat your friends like that when they're throwing you a bday party!
This is me getting nitpicky, but there were a few things I had really hoped they were going to improve, but remained untouched:
THE GRAPHICS
I was never happy with the visuals of this game outside of the stages (the visuals within the stages are great!). The colors are extremely oversaturated and the characters are way too intense and some are even off model (ex: Amy is so blindingly vivid magenta in this game instead of her signature blush pink. What the heck?!). What's worse, the cutscenes during the birthday party scenes are SO GREEN. The light bounces off the neon green landscape and reflects onto the already oversaturated characters, giving them an unappealing green glow. I get that the Sonic world is not realistic, but it felt like the scenery in these cutscenes made it look like we were watching a bunch of toys interacting on a playset instead of characters living in their world. Sure the visuals during the levels are great, but it's a real disappointment when I'm specifically not looking forward to the cutscenes in a game. I wish they would have tweaked that.
THE ANIMATION/GAMEPLAY
I have zero complaints when it comes to Act 1 (the "Classic" version) of the different stages. These look great, play great, and if you've played classic Sonic games then you can appreciate how identical the map of the level is compared to the originals. The issue for me lies in Act 2, aka Modern Sonic's gameplay. For the most part these levels are good, but there were a couple of small things that always bothered me that I was sincerely hoping they'd fix (and they did not). There are portions of Modern Sonic's gameplay that is SO. SLOW. I'm referring to when you are jumping from one Grind Rail to another, or when you are sliding under an obstacle. These animations are so bizarrely slow and make absolutely no sense when your character is running blindingly fast. I don't understand why they didn't use this opportunity to fix those animations. When you're playing the Shadow side of the story, his animations are constantly fast moving and appropriately paced. Why wouldn't they apply these physics to the Sonic side?
As a whole, the Sonic portion of Sonic X Shadow Generations is still a fun game, but I think it could have used a little more attention to help it feel more balanced compared to the Shadow portion.
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This game also has some notably fun DLC and the promise of more DLC in the future! I have my Sonic side of the story set to the Sonic Adventure Legacy skin and Sonic Jam Legacy skin and they are so CUTE! They win all the nostalgia points! I'll be honest with you, I have never been a fan of Terios' design hahaha. BUT! I love that they made a Terios skin for this game so players have the chance to play as him if you choose and we get to see how he was intended outside of the initial sketches we've all seen. (Still, y'all can keep your Terios skin. I won't touch it LOL!). And I am OVER THE MOON ECSTATIC for the upcoming Movie Shadow addition to the game! I still can't believe they got Keanu Reeves to voice lines for it! I'm sure it will be a small thing, but I am on the edge of my seat to see what that will be like.
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Overall, I'm super happy with the game as a whole and I enjoyed every minute I played of it!
If you read all of this, thank you for reading! Again, my opinion isn't fact and if you disagree with what I had to say, that's totally fair. And if you haven't played the game yourself, please go play it and see what you think for yourself!
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Hi, how are you? I read your rules, and I wanted to know if you could do Kinich x reader and how it would be at the start of the relationship. Like, go on a lot of dates and give you gifts (so romantic uwu) or would bring you to do commissions and half of the rewards would be yours (so romantic ✨️👌 in his mind that's a romantic date). Idk, I think it would be funny
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Treasured Moments
A/n: I actually made this at like 2 am or so but I forgot to post it bc I ended up falling asleep and woke up at 10 am (・ω・*)ー
Genre: Canon Verse, Fluff, Gn! Reader, Kinich x Reader, Second Person, Fluff
Summary: At the start of your relationship, Kinich fills your days with thoughtful gifts, surprise dates, and shared commissions, always giving you half the reward. Despite Ajaw’s teasing doubts, Kinich’s devotion and promises of protection make every moment feel even more meaningful.
The sun was low, casting a soft glow over the village as Kinich led you through the bustling market. You’d barely agreed to start dating him—something still new, almost surreal—and yet here he was, eager and bright-eyed, making sure to spend as much time with you as possible. Today, it seemed, was another one of those surprise dates.
“Close your eyes,” Kinich said, his hand warm over yours as he guided you carefully. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
Though you were used to his surprises, there was always that thrill of wondering what he’d planned next. This time, when he stopped and told you to open your eyes, you were met with a small array of goods: a little pouch of silver coins, a fine piece of jewelry glinting with polished stones, and a small bag of sweets he’d picked up along the way.
“Choose whatever catches your eye,” he said with a smile, his gaze never leaving you. “I want you to have something special from today.”
You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up at his genuine affection. “You spoil me too much, you know that?”
"Isn’t that the idea?” He winked, putting one of the sweets into your hand. The two of you shared a laugh as you wandered through the rest of the market, his hand sometimes finding yours.
The next day, Kinich’s presence at your door brightened your morning again, but this time with a new plan in mind. “Today,” he said, “you’re going to help me with a commission.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Is this your way of getting free help?”
“Not exactly.” He chuckled. “Half the rewards will be yours. Just think of it as...a date with a little teamwork.”
As the two of you set off into the forest for the commission, Kinich cautiously leading you through each task, whether it was gathering herbs or helping a villager with some lost belongings. Whenever he handed over his share of the reward, he would make a show of adding a bit extra for you. Even the simplest of jobs felt special with him around, and the growing pile of trinkets and small rewards became cherished reminders of your adventures together.
And when night fell, he led you to a quiet spot by a lake, where you sat side by side, sharing stories and watching the stars. He offered you a small box—a new gift he’d been saving all day—inside, a delicate charm shaped like a flower, carved from bone and polished to perfection.
“Every date, I want you to have something to remember,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along your hand. “Something I've picked just for you.”
Suddenly, an all-too-familiar voice echoed in your mind.
“Are you really going to give them a piece of your pathetic salary every time you do this? I mean, really, Kinich?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, and Kinich groaned. “Ajaw…” he muttered under his breath, casting a quick glance around as if he could spot him.
“Don’t listen to him,” you whispered with a grin, leaning into his shoulder. “I like that you spoil me.”
He relaxed, shooting a glare toward the sky as if Ajaw were floating somewhere above you, listening. “Yeah, well, he’ll just have to deal with it.”
But before Kinich could say anything else, Ajaw’s voice appeared again, sounding thoroughly unimpressed.
“Fine, but remember, love alone won’t protect them forever.”
You looked up at Kinich, catching the protective glint in his eyes. He squeezed your hand a little tighter, his gaze softening as he turned back to you.
“Well,” he said, his voice quiet yet firm, “I’ll keep trying anyway.”
As he reached for you, Ajaw’s voice faded, leaving only the sound of the lake rippling softly, stars reflected in its waters. In that moment, with the weight of his promises and the warmth of his love beside you, everything felt perfect.
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A/n: one more kinich x reader request and I'm jumping off a 500 story building (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)
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Katy, holy shit, I need to say that I'm obsessed with Good Neighbors.
I've read it yesterday and I woke thinking about them and I'm still on them.
So many feelings with this story, but I got to adress this first: FUCK JACK (who I picture as the oldie in Lana's Shades of Cool clip, I have to say). I hate everything about him, nicknames like 'gummy bear' ... he's such a piece of shit in every single way, ugh, show him how's done Joel, humiliate him worse (or beat him a lot).
Secondly, I envy Denise as well - for being almost a decade with Joel - she unlocked the daddy kink ??? (not really asking, but can't stop wondering, wondering about their whole relationship, tbh)
I'm curious of how things will end, but I also don't want to because this it's too good to end with one more chapter 😩
I'll always be astonished with how your words bewitch me, you're truly gifted, Katy 💖
Thank you so much for this perfect story 🖤🖤🖤🖤
Ahhh thank you so much bb!!!!
First off, you are not at all far off base with the Shades of Cool bit. That is v similar to how I picture him tbh. Maybe not as lanky, I see him as a broader guy, but reasonably fit. He’s just a Large guy which makes him all the more terrifying in juxtaposition to (how I picture) reader.
And second…I can drop some lore if you want. I don’t plan on actually working it into the fic. It’s just a bit of fun.
It’s not Denise who introduces him to daddy kink lmao. After he breaks things off with reader, he is looking to fill the unique void she left. And he ultimately breaks down and turns to porn. And after giving himself several mental lashings, bites the bullet and searches old/young porn just to scratch the itch a LITTLE bit. And from there….well, you can imagine the few things that filtered in. And god, did a young woman calling an older man “daddy” while he fucks her into a mattress cause quite the stir in his nethers. It’s the very first thing he comes across post-reader where he thinks “god I bet she would love that, I wish I could try it on her”. And then it just…stuck.
Denise isn’t even super into the whole daddy kink thing. She does it occasionally when Joel requests it, but she doesn’t get much enjoyment out of it, so it’s a rare occurrence.
But you can imagine exactly what is going through HIS head when he’s shaking hands with reader over that fence that first day.
“I need to bend this little slut over my knee and spank her until she forgets my name is ‘Joel’. I need to spread her pussy open from behind, shove my thumb up her ass, and fuck her cunt until ‘daddy’ is her entire vocabulary.”
So the first opportunity he gets…he’s dropping that little nugget on her. And feeling his cock throb at the way her eyes roll back. Because he knew. He knew she would’ve liked it 10 years ago, and he knew she’d love it now.
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Limbo - part 10 (final)
MDNI / smut
Pairing: Lee Minho x fem reader x Han Jisung
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10
Synopsis: Lee Minho is the mysterious new accountant at your workplace, and he seems to have his sights set on you. But things aren't so simple when your ex boyfriend Han comes back into the picture. Can you and Minho make it work, or will you get back with Han?
Spoiler: Happy ending, eventual poly minsung.
Taglist: open.
Chapter word count: 2.5k
Chapter Summary: The three of you go back to your place where you get freaky, plus some cute lovey dovey moments.
Author's Note: We are at the very end. As some of you may know this entire story is a rework of a version that has an original female lead character, but I wanted to change to reader insert. I had originally written up to the previous chapter, with this final threesome still needing to be written. For over a year now this scene was waiting to be written and I am so glad to have finally done it. I honestly thought it would have Han as the "meat in the sandwich", as that is always a sight to behold, and one of my most favourite scenarios to write and to read from others. But I have changed things up a bit, and I hope you are okay with this.
CW below the cut.
CW: bottom Minho, top Han, m x m x f unprotected intercourse (you know you should practice safe sex), subspace?, oral sex f and m rec, anal sex m rec.
All you could hear on the drive home from the restaurant was the two men in the backseat of your car making out. Minho peppered Han with praise and Han responded with deep husky grunts or high pitched moans, depending on what Minho was doing to him.
You wished you could see exactly what was happening, even sneaking glances in the rearview mirror. But it was so dark back there you couldn’t see a thing.
Once inside your home, you watched from the kitchen as Minho all but tossed Han onto your couch before climbing on top of him and kissing him passionately. You were so captivated that you didn’t notice your kettle boiling, the thought of making coffees long forgotten.
“Y/n?” Minho called out to you. “Hannie and I need you.” He growled as he dove back down to nibble Han’s slender neck.
Without realizing, you found yourself standing in the middle of your living room, just watching them as they showed each other what they meant to one another. Han’s hands tangled in Minho’s hair, tugging his locks hard while Minho worshiped him with his mouth. “So perfect for me, Hannie.” Minho said panting, and pulled his mouth away from Han’s collarbone. He looked down at Han like he couldn’t believe he was real, and Han looked back at him with the most trusting eyes you’d ever seen.
You suddenly felt like you were witnessing something you shouldn’t. Their moment looked so delicate, so special, and you were just standing there gawking at them. Did they really need you?
Han pulled his gaze away from Minho to look at you. “Baby.” he plead. “I need to kiss you too.”
Minho cocked an eyebrow, seemingly struck with an idea. He sat up and straightened his disheveled shirt. “Hannie. I need you to undress Y/n.” He commanded. Han looked at you, then to Minho. “That’s if it’s okay.” He said with a softer tone.
You nodded. “Yes. Yes, that's alright with me. But…can we please go to my room?”
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Mnho sat lazily on your bed, resting his back against the headboard, whilst you and Han stood at the foot of your bed. You couldn’t hide the nerves you were feeling, and you couldn’t understand them either. Both these men have undressed you, seen you naked, fucked you.
Slowly, carefully, you began to undress each other. You took Han in a deep kiss while his hands ran down your naked back to caress your ass. He pressed his erection against you. It felt all so familiar to have him close like this, but at the same time it was so different. “You okay, baby?” he whispered against your ear. You whimpered a yes. You could feel Minho’s eyes on you both and it was both thrilling and nerve wracking.
Your mind began to wander. You had slept with both these men, separately, and you wondered how they were going to take you? Separately while the other watched? At the same time? In the same hole? Then it dawned on you. Have they slept with each other?
You pulled away from Han abruptly. Immediately both men were concerned, with Han looking overly animated with worry, and with Minho practically throwing himself off your bed to be at your side. “Is everything okay?”, “We can go slower.”, “Should we stop?” They both fussed.
“Wait. Stop.” You raised your arms to quieten the pair and shook your head. “I’m fine. It's fine. It’s just…Have you two slept together?” You blurted out.
Han shook his head and Minho wrapped an arm around you both, shaking his head also.
“Well…um…I wondered if you two maybe wanted to explore that a bit… you know… before… I can give you guys space…if you want?” You looked from one to the other.
“Han,” Minho turned to him. “What would you like?” He asked, giving Han all his attention.
Han gulped as he looked at you, then back to Minho, his eyes hazy and lust filled.
“I can leave, Hannie. It’s okay.” You reassured him.
“No.” he grasped your hand. “Please stay.”
Minho stepped behind you, allowing you to lean against his still clothed body, and reached out to pull Han close against you. You sighed as they both kissed your neck, then each other over your shoulder. They pushed their hardness against you simultaneously, drawing a moan from you.
“Baby?” Han pressed his lips against your cheek. “It’s not fair. How come Minho still has his clothes on?”
You smirked and gave him a devious look. “I think we need to fix that problem, don’t you?” You giggled, turning around and dropping to your knees. You worked on freeing Minho of his trousers, while Han worked on his shirt, quickly leaving Minho as naked as the pair of you.
You took Minho’s cock in one hand and Han’s in the other, taking turns licking, sucking and stroking them whilst they continued to make out messily above you. A hand pressed against the back of your neck pushing further onto Han’s cock, and when you fluttered your eyes up you saw it was Minho who had his hand on your head.
You groaned as you allowed your throat to relax and sink even further over his length, until his hips started to rock back and forth into your mouth. You continued to pump Minho with your hand, his beautiful cock slippery with precum.
The kissing above you became more feverish, more feral, and they both snapped their hips into your hand and mouth, until, with a low groan Han released himself into your throat, the familiar taste of his cum coating your tongue. Slowly, you pulled off grinning proudly because you’d swallowed every last drop.
“That was so hot, baby… both of you are so hot.” Puffed Han as he sank to his knees and gave you a sloppy kiss then turning his attention to Minho’s cock.
Together, you and Han ran your tongues along the length of his shaft, then you took his balls into your mouth while Han licked circles on the tip.
Minho had a hand tangled in each of your hair, trying to ground himself, but his legs began to tremble, then shake uncontrollably.
“Quick, baby, he can hardly stand. We need to get him on the bed.” Han said incredulously. Neither of you had ever seen Minho not in control, no matter what he was doing.
Together, you helped Minho onto the bed where he collapsed on his back. His dick agonizingly hard and leaking.
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Minho didn’t know which way was up or down. He felt giddy, liquidy, drunk even. He finally had you both. You both wanted him. But this was not how he envisioned it. In his fantasies he was in control. Directing. Demanding. Serving you. Not a puddle of goo who can’t find his words or direct his own body.
But it seemed you and Han didn’t care, because before he had a chance to take a breath you were sitting on his face and Han had his warm, wet mouth around his cock.
Minho groaned against your dripping pussy, causing you to whimper and grind against him. The most delicious pussy in the whole fucking world. And he gets to taste it. Fuck. He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, and plunged his tongue deep into your cunt. His nose pressed against your clit just right.
You were going crazy on top of him, whimpering, moaning. “Good boy, Minho. Let us take care of you.” You said between breathy moans.
This was better than his fantasies. This was better than being in control. He surrendered even further, relishing in the feeling being taken care of. The only thing he was trying to control was not coming. Being in Han’s mouth and having your pussy leaking all over his face was making holding on almost impossible.
Then he felt fingers creeping closer and closer to his ass. Minho was usually a top. Not that he’d slept with many guys in the past. Just two in fact. And it was only with one of them he bottomed twice. He thought Han would be a bottom. Maybe he is a bottom usually? Fuck, Minho, stop overthinking.
As the tip of Han’s finger reached his hole and pressed gently against it, Minho’s brain short-circuited. His overthinking stopped entirely, and all he could do was lose himself to the pleasure. The agonsizing pleasure. He needed Han to touch him, fill him, or he was going to die.
Then you were shaking on top of him, crying out his name as you climaxed, making a mess all over his face. He helped you ride out the waves of pleasure until you rolled off of him and collapsed on the bed beside him with a stupidly sexy grin on your face.
You kissed him as Han began to work him open, slowly moving up to two fingers. Minho didn’t know how he hadn’t blown yet. Or had he and he was just so fucking aroused he hadn’t gone soft? Who knew? Who cared?
Han removed his fingers, and Minho whined from the emptiness. It sounded pathetic, but Minho couldn’t care. “I think you’re ready for me now.” Han said in a gravelly voice.
“Come lay on me, Minho. That’s it. Like that.” You purred as he rolled over to nestle between your legs. He managed to hold himself up with his shaky arms and look down at you. He must have looked like a mess, but all you did was smile softly.
“I need you inside me.” You whispered, reaching down to guide his cock to your entrance. You were so wet, and his dick was leaking so much that he slipped straight in with no resistance.
You felt like pure relief, and Minho nearly broke down into sobs right then and there. He tried to thrust slowly, but he had no rhythm. He knew he was good with his hips, but everything was so overwhelming, overstimulating, that he just simply couldn’t make his body work.
It got worse when he felt Han move up behind him and pressed the head of his cock against him. He was a wreck already, what state would he be in when Han’s inside him?
As Han breached him, Minho’s arms buckled and he collapsed against you.
“Feels that good, huh?” You whispered against his sweat sheened cheek. “We’ve got you, just enjoy it.” You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him against your chest.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Hans slowly penetrated him, eventually bottoming out. Minho felt so full. So stretched. So complete at that moment.
“Fuck, your so tight, baby.” Han hissed as he pulled out part way and squeezed back inside. He quickly built up a rhythm with his hips, which in turn pushed Minho’s cock deeper into you. Which was good because Minho was incapable of thrusting. He was incapable of anything, actually. He just laid limp between you, saliva dribbling out of his mouth as he moaned your names over and over.
He felt enveloped by love, and he was happy to lose himself in that feeling. He was getting so incredibly close to coming, and he knew that when he did, his heart would burst.
Han leaned down over his back, caressing, holding, loving him, and ran his hand along Minho’s arm until he found the back of his hand. He stroked it tenderly, and interlaced his fingers with Minho’s. Then they found your hand too, holding it beside your head.
That was the gesture that tipped Minho over the edge and with a high pitched “Ahhh.” he pulsed inside you, spilling himself deep against your cervix. He was right, his heart did burst, a warmth spreading across his chest. A relief not quite like any he had ever felt before. He began to sob, he was so happy.
Han picked up the pace, chasing his own orgasm and overstimulating Minho until the tears covered his face. But he wanted it. He wanted Han to do whatever he needed to do to come.
It was only now Minho noticed the loud slapping against his ass, the wet sounds of your cunt, and the pretty sounds coming from both you and Han. God, he’d be hard again at this rate.
“Fuck…yes…c-cumming.” Han choked as he delivered several hard, precise thrusts and emptied himself into Minho, then collapsed against his back.
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You had never seen someone so completely undone as Minho was right now. Collapsed on top of you. Still inside you. You’d never seen Han look so fucking hot either. Maybe you could get him to fuck your ass next time?
Eventually, you all peeled yourselves from each other. Minho was in no state to do anything, so you and Han cleaned him up, tucked him into bed and let him sleep.
“The poor tyke’s exhausted himself.” Han chuckled, looking down at him.
“You wanna go get cleaned up too?” You tilted your head to the bathroom grinning.
Han turned on the shower, and once the temperature was just right, reached out to help you inside. Wordlessly, you washed each other’s body head to toe, lingering a little longer on certain areas.
“Baby?” He said.
“Hmm?” You looked up at him.
“I never in a million years imagined this is where we'd be. But I need you to know that I’m going to work every single day on making things up to you.”
“Hannie-” You reached up to cup his jaw.
“I mean it.” He whispered, leaning his forehead on yours.
“I’ve forgiven you, Han.” You were surprised by your own admission. But if you were honest with yourself, you had forgiven him.
You closed your eyes for a moment, then looked up at him. “You just need to work on forgiving yourself now.”
You closed the small distance between you, briefly catching his lips with yours before taking him in a soft kiss.
He pressed you against the cold tiles, kissing you more passionately, and wedged his thigh between your legs. You immediately began to grind on it while his hands snaked around to grab your ass. You held on tight to his toned shoulders as he hoisted you up so could wrap your legs around his waist.
He slipped inside you easily, and fucked you slow and deep against the wall.
When you were done, you both slipped into bed beside Minho who was snoring softly.
“So, baby? How should we take him in the morning?” Han wondered.
You smiled. “Hmmm, I think I need you both in me at the same time.”
“Fuck. How am I supposed to sleep with that thought in my head!” He replied shrilly. “God. Like do you want one in each hole? Or same hole? Who do you want where?” Han began to ramble enthusiastically.
“I think the same hole, so we can feel each other too.” Minho chimed in, not moving. You and Han looked at each other like you had been caught with your pants down.
“Well, I think that sounds perfect to me.” You grinned and snuggled in.
“Me too.” Added Han.
“So, it’s settled then. Now go to sleep, kittens.” Said Minho sternly.
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Author's note: Ahhh so we are at the very end! I hope you enjoyed my fic and I hope you enjoyed my characters.
In this chapter I really wanted to show a more vulnerable side to Minho. He was so in love with y/n and han, and I think to finally have them was super overwhelming to him.
It's funny, because I hadn't worked on this story for a long while, but now I have concluded it, I am a little sad.
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got bored made some Lannister ocs
besides Stafford we don’t have names or deaths or anything for Joanna’s other two brothers and her two sisters so since everyone else has ocs I decided I wanted some and it was free real estate ✨ names/ages/personalities under the cut
joanna lannister (247AC - 273AC) guess what i didn't actually make her up but not like we have much detail on her anyway so w/e. eldest child of Jason Lannister & Marla Prester, and just a frustratingly perfect girl (at least as far as Cerella is concerned) who always seems to get her way. has always enjoyed gossip and that becomes an interest in court and politics once she moves to KL at 10 to become one of Queen Rhaella's companions. as a child at the Rock she was best friends with Genna, but it was a complex relationship where Joanna was slightly resentful of Genna's power over her (as Tytos' daughter) and Genna was resentful of Joanna's apparent perfection, and the way she seems to wring an affection out of Tywin where he has none for his siblings. Joanna isn't exactly a mean girl but is well aware of the effect her charisma has on others, and can make you feel like shit by looking straight through you (albeit w a smile on her face) if she doesn't feel you're much worth her time.
stafford lannister (248AC - 299AC) i didn't make him up either but canon says he's a blundering idiot so we'll go w that. Stafford just had the luck to be the firstborn son of a Lannister knight, so he gets wealth and riches with little responsibility to show for it. he's thought of as a bit of a Tytos 2.0 but without his humour or heart of gold. thinks he has a fascinating life but is just rich. tells dreadfully boring stories but never seems to notice the snores. constantly landing himself in shit and waiting to be rescued. that's all there is to say about Stafford.
gerold lannister (249AC - 280AC) yay my first oc. well he's just a bit of a creep really. twin to Cerella, born first of the two. Gerold thinks he's the perfect Lannister specimen (he's more like.... weedy handsome squidward) and figures he ought to have been born in Tywin's place. but somehow he ended up the second son of a fourth son and nothing much is expected of him. he's not much good at anything and noone likes spending any time around him because he's perpetually consumed by bitterness. he's not close to his sister Cerella either, bc he seems to treat her worse than anyone, constantly talking down to her etc and mocking her crush on their cousin Tywin. in his final years, as his other siblings are growing up and moving on w their lives, Gerold remains bitter & stagnant, and no-one cares to see what's up except youngest sibling Loren, who has never been close to his brother but takes pity on him, believes maybe Gerold just likes men (specifically he suspects he likes TYWIN) and Loren is a theatre kid all his friends are gay it's fine. he decides to reach out. except Gerold isn't gay and in a confrontation between the two, Loren discovers that the true object of Gerold's affections is: their sister Cerella!!! who has already been married off to Sumner Crakehall. his secret out, Gerold kills himself shortly after, and Loren never tells anyone what he learnt but is consumed by guilt and disgust for the rest of his days.
cerella crakehall née lannister (249AC - 295AC) younger twin to gerold. Cerella has a cold demeanour but the heart of a romantic. when she was a small child she was in awe of Joanna and followed her everywhere, and Joanna likewise enjoyed Cerella's hero worship and treated her as a mini-me. however, as Joanna blossomed, Cerella felt ugly and awkward by comparison. Joanna only seemed to verify this by gradually ignoring Cerella in favour of Genna, and later in favour of her friends at court it KL. Joanna seems to get everything she wants before she can think to ask for it, whereas people seem to forget Cerella is in the room. and the one thing Cerella has always wanted is Tywin: she thinks they're entirely alike, and she's even modelled herself on him in hope that one day they would make a perfect match. except Joanna gets Tywin too: she has his attention without even seeming to ask for it, and takes him because she can. Cerella thinks she might have got her comeuppance when Jo is sent home from court, after Aerys affections for her become a little too heated. Tywin won't want her now. except he does, and they're betrothed not long after. Cerella, despondent, doesn't argue when she's married off to Lannister bannerman Sumner Crakehall (his second wife), and never returns to the Rock thereafter. she notices Joanna's son training in the yard at Crakehall but wants nothing to do with him; Jaime Lannister will wonder why in all those years his mother's sister never deigns to speak to him.
rowena cary née lannister (255AC - present) her father's favourite (though he dies before she turns six), Rowena looks the spit of her grandmother Rohanne Webber. Jason never knew his mother, and so has highly idealised notions of her (whilst the rest of the Lannisters loathe her for leaving without a trace). he likes the idea that Rowena is Rohanne born again, but wouldn't get away with naming her Rohanne - so names her an approximation. and she's just a fuckin disney princess lol. extremely amiable, not a girl of any great talents but does her best to please everyone. she never sees much of her eldest siblings, who are at court or squiring by the time she's old enough to engage with them, and the twins pay her no particular attention, but the adults around her love indulging her, and she's close to her younger brother Loren. there are no great expectations of Rowena, so despite many great westermen begging her hand, she marries for love to a wealthy merchant of Lannisport. sadly, they're unable to have the children they long for, but enjoy entertaining at their Lannisport manse, and enjoy welcoming nieces and nephews into their home (Tyrion is a regular visitor uwu). w her red hair, people tend to forget she's a Lannister at all, and so does she tbh.
loren lannister (257AC - 297AC) born in what many thought were finally past Marla's childbearing years, Loren is the youngest of Jason's brood. there are no great expectations of Loren, and Loren has none of himself - but in some ways he ends up being the most successful of the bunch, besides Joanna. he likes writing plays, acting in his own plays, and generally getting merry with the folk of Lannisport. the Lannisters of the Rock tend to forget Loren exists because he's seldom there, always in the city instead - till he moves out of the Rock entirely with little fanfare, and uses his inheritance to build a theatre in the middle of town. his plays do well and he's popular with the people, but very much a rich kid cosplaying poor lol. he never marries but has affairs w men and women, and when he hears of a bastard that might be his he throws a load of money their way without checking to see if it's true. Loren enjoys attention and pays close attention to others in turn, but is largely estranged from the Lannisters besides Rowena. after trying and failing to help his estranged brother Gerold, Loren falls into something of a depression for a time, doubting himself and all his instincts - his estrangement from the rest of his family becomes much more definitive as a result. anyway after a fairly prolific career Loren falls from some theatre scaffolding to his death at 40 years old, to the misery of Lannisport and the faint bemusement of the Rock
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Kinktober 31/10/2024 The Grid - Halloween Party
Plot: Halloween Party Couple Costumes
MAX VERSTAPPEN:
You both went to the party as the characters from Kill Bill, it was one of Max's favorite films and you were excited to dress up as the Bride. Originally you were going to go for the full latex outfit but because Max had a few parties in the same night you'd both be travelling between you had to do a bit of makeshift work.
"You look hot" he says looking over you as you unzip the bright yellow top you had on, just to show off a little more cleavage for him.
"Yeah?" you ask pulling the katana up and holding it in positions being goofy as he took some pictures of you.
"And i think dying your hair blonde ... good shout" he grins running his hands through your freshly dyed blonde locks just so you could pull of this Halloween costume without a wig.
LANDO NORRIS:
You wanted to be funny and go as Gru and Vector ... but no McLaren thought it was too 'silly' and wasn't a 'good image' for Lando as a now championship contender.
So you guys decided as you were only going to a small Quadrant Haloween party that you guys would go lowkey and just try and use as much stuff as you could from home.
Naturally you were both at home when he had the idea of both going as the game characters from Subway Surfers, out of all the games both you and Lando played you didn't expect to go as mobile game characters, something from Valorant or even Tarkov but no here you were with a red beanie, hitched up red underwear under low rise jeans and an empty aerosol can.
"Cant believe you convinced me into this" you shake your head, knowing all the girls there would be going as either really hot people or would be very funny like you'd intended ... but at least you were with Lando and you guys both couldn't escape the costume police you knew would be at the party.
"You love me babe now come on lets go jump some trains"
OSCAR PIASTRI:
When Oscar had met you when he first came to England you made of point of forcing him to binge your comfort show, Peaky Blinders with you which led to this years Halloween costume for the both of you.
While Oscar was the gentleman and got his outfit as show accurate as possible you took the hot slant on it despite having a shirt, waistcoat and jacket covering up the majority of your upper body leaving your legs to do all the hot girl work.
"We look good" Oscar smiled looking at you guys in the long full length mirror in your apartment as you guys were about to leave.
"You're right we do" you smile reaching up to kiss his cheek forgetting the bright red lipstick that was covering your lips.
"AH AH. Let them dry first" he says putting his finger on one showing the stain.
When you got to Logan's party you were met with such a different vibe. You and Oscar had decided to stay in America for Halloween which was a good choice as they were crazy for any kind of holiday celebration.
"Will anyone here know who we are?" you ask wondering if you're costume was too niche.
"Lets hope they don't, quick and easy conversations so we don't look rude and unimpressed" he kisses the side of you head, knowing how introverted you both are/
CARLOS SAINZ:
Of course you had to go as young Morticia and Gomez Addams. It was something you knew for a fact Carlos would look incredible in and you had the perfect features to pull of Morticia.
You guys were attending a Halloween Party that actually had a lot of the drivers at, it was in a club that had invited you all as a brand deal with F1 and you guys all didn't really have an excuse not to go.
You guys got an uber, which is a strange experience when you have a boyfriend who drives for a living.
So many of the other wags were there and a costume competition had been held which you and Carlos had ended up winning, you think Lando most defiantly forged the votes but you couldn't deny that you and Carlos looked like you both put the most amount off effort in.
CHARLES LECLERC:
Charles didn't ever really understand the hype for spooky season, enjoying other more family oriented holidays more such as Christmas or even birthdays.
But when you said that your sister was hosting a small party (that of course ended up being not so small at all) that she was dying for you to make an appearance at you had to go despite the late notice.
So there you guys were two days before ironing patches to blue and red tops you'd brought from the most accessible shops in Monaco and because you were bringing Charles and you wanted to match but with the lack of time options were thin.
So of course doing a really bad attempt at Sally and Lightening McQueen was the option Charles decided on and everyone at the party found you guys so funny especially once they realised who Charles was as a famous racing driver.
To say despite the 5 minute crafts outfit you guys put together you were everyone's choice of conversation both at the party and after.
YUKI TSUNODA:
Chef Linguine, absolutely not Chef Tsunoda and you as his Remi. It meant you got to dress up as a sexy mouse while Yuki could live his dreams of being a chef, dressing up in the whole outfit that you were surprised to see he just had in his closest already.
"You look like a cute mouse" he smiles looking over the white corset and sort grey skirt you'd opted for.
"Do i make a good Remi?" you ask sweetly and he nods.
"I still don't get why you didn't go as Collette" he sighs, thinking it would be odd for him to kiss you tonight when this was your outfit.
"Because canonically Collette is a better chef than Linguine because actually Linguine cannot cook without the rats help ... so I'm still not sure why i went as the rat. Maybe i should have gone as Chef Skinner" you groan now overthinking the whole costume.
FRANCO COLAPINTO:
Franco's nickname for you was 'princesa' so of course you going as one of the Disney Princesses made sense however when he said you guys should do Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel you almost lost your shit.
You were going to suggest the little mermaid as you'd love to see him in Prince Eric's soft pirate outfit but the Flynn outfit was just as exciting and you of course looked great in purple and could use your naturally blonde hair.
"Are you ready my Princesa?" he asks from the bottom of the stairs. You were expecting to turn round the corner with a soft graceful smile to see HIM awestruck at your costume.
Unfortunately god had other plans and it was you who was gobsmacked at your incredibly sexy boyfriend.
"Fuckkkkk Francoooo. Lets skip the party" you say running down the stairs to grip onto his arm.
FERNANDO ALONSO:
As an older couple on the grid who still loved a party and having fun you and Fernando decided old school was the best way forward. And for Fernando seeing you in sexy leather pants and a tight black top he was all but happy to keep pulling you away for sneaky kisses once you'd got to the club.
Nando was normally very ... sexually driven but this outfit of yours had turned him into some kind of beast and you were not complaining.
Especially when you guys got home that night.
ESTEBAN OCON:
Being the Marvel nerd that he was he'd asked if he could do Deadpool and you do Wolverine, which you did want to at first but when you couldn't find the right hairstyle and decided the outfit just didn't look good this year it fell through to be picked up another year.
Which is where his next idea came in, you'd both decided to go as Spiderman's he'd worn some grey joggers with him as the suit was pretty tight on him and he didn't want anything to come out in the media however you took the Spiderman look the whole way and for the whole night Estaban had to stay close to you warding off all the other guys who were watching you with what he explained to you as 'fuck me' eyes.
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I'm bad at filling my tumblr with my own words - but as ForceBook are one of my top couples, of course I've started Perfect 10 Liners already. I know that I am the perfect target group of the series, because I love fluffy school stories, I like the outline already and then it's also P'New directing, so... I've loved everything so far, I wasn't scared.
But I also wasn't prepared how much I'd like the first episode :D
We Are already is the series of the year to me, so I feared that they might try to simply copy that series and that it will be a bit more on a budget. Because they sometimes do stuff like that (looking at you, MLMU). But it was everything I wanted and more. The flow is good, the friendships look amazing and I love that we already got so much closeness and "moments" between ArcArm. P'New used his assets well with that topless Force scene. It is PERFECT for the first episode. Need to show off what we got and all that!!
I am in love with ForceBook showing that they can act similar characters differently. Book could have tapped into Cher from A Boss and a Babe so easily, but he made Arm so different. He is more...soft and squishy? A little bit spicy with his anger issues but also clearly less confident in some aspects of his life. Force could also have taken something from Gun/Boss, but he clearly drew out his youthfulness and I didn't even think about Boss for one second once he was on screen. They did their homework. <3
So, episode one has me in love and I pray that the next 23 episodes will be just as epic. I'm looking forward to all the characters and the rest of the pairs. I will love this.
My only complaint so far is that their song, Love Suspect, is a bit too heavy on the autotune? At least in the ending it sounded very robot-like and while I know first hand that singing is not their greatest talent, I wish they could just give them an easy simple song and not use THAT much autotune. Just...yeah. Trust them a bit haha
#ForceBook#gmmtv#perfect 10 liners the series#perfect 10 liners#P10L#thai bl#force jiratchapong#book kasidet#Nampeung is watching
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You know? I think the whole "All Might is Midoriya father figure" is almost entirely made up by the fandom rather than what the actual story tell us, and that is speaking of the main manga or what Horikoshi writes himself not spinoff and derived canon media.
Because is there a single time in which All Might and Deku show the kind of intimacy and love a father should have for his son and vice versa?
I can't think of something like that outside maybe the dark deku arc when A.M gives him the bento boxes, and even that count as the bare minumum considering most people are obssesed with the idea of A.M being a father figure.
Also they really don't interact that much (or at all) outside anything related to OFA or hero stuff. At least to me they should have some kind of casual interaction as Izuku and Yagi rather than just A.M and Deku.
Combine all this with the fact Midoriya never in the whole series express any feeling about the lack of a father figure in his life and how awkward A.M is for interact with him, it's difficult to take seriously the idea of "Dad Might".
Hi @nyc3
You hit the nail here, have you noticed how regardless of the story the fans will designated characters to be the mom or dad of the group? And it's sad people create this fanon where AM is big dad for Izu when...in canon...if we haven't got his thoughts we wouldn't even believe he likes Izu.
I do think thanks to what canon shows...Izu got the quirk by a mix of AM being too stubborn (and stupid, sorry am fans this man IS stupid) and nighteye's creepiness. There's nothing that justify why give a quirk to Izu...and I say this as someone who likes Izu and hate the bashing he gets.
Izu has no real relationship, none whatsover and we aren't meant to see that nor really care. His pain is a gag.
The whole AM and Gran relationship is a gag and it hurts the characters. "What you mean?" Think this way, am has a big quirk ans gave to this QUIRKLESS boy who has no support and his quirk HURT him majorly ...am knows someone else who can help Izu...his response? Be silent until Izu has no internship offer and then you mentioned your mentor...you mention your mentor as this cruel monster who will torture you for lols.
Gran torino is not like that (not saying he is perfect, but we didn't see anything that would justify AM be afraid of him. "Could have change" possible, but this also make AM look bad, Gran changed and is willing to help Izu...what has AM done?)
We also don't know how Gran trainer AM, keep in mind how the man was also sent to the US.
Am has little relationship, he has one with Naomasa but it's funny as he suggested Izu to be a cop and sort, unitentally, talk trash about the job. Which makes me wonder if AM sees Naomasa's job as less....maybe not intentionally.
Izu knows nothing about the man. He knows his name thanks to Gran....keep in mind he was trained with AM to gain muscles for 10 months! (I have issues with that training montage. I can now say how it represent how Izu will be treated in this story. He cleans a beach, no one gives a fuck- he see fans being all over am and no one cares about the teen cleaning the beach- and gets no reward...the whole "heroes don't do things to get reward IS bull and rich coming from a man that is mega famous and rich as AM)
At times, I get the am bashing (but loathe as they chose to make Aizawa or afo better. Like AM is just an idiot...Aizawa and Afo are malicious)
I find sad bc Izu really has no one. His mother is.....Inko. His father is dead and Mia for all we know, friends? Hahahahajahahahaaha not in canon. shig? Never even attempt to know smth about Izu...
Hori shows to you...Izu is a loser, later makes him saying that. And we aren't meant to conclude Hori hates his own mc ? (Don't worry, hori hates Shig too)
#hori is a bad writer#a really bad one#izuku deserves better#shig deserve better#mha critical#bnha critical#anti bakugou#my god this is a story where the mc is shit for daring to exist#am critical#no dadmight in canon
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this scene is so good !!! how can a 7 seconds clip have so many things
niko being the only one noticing edwin changed his style and complimenting him
edwin looking behind him assuming she wasnt talking about him then realizing she was and smiling
charles just taking the opportunity to check him out
10/10
#dead boy detectives#dbd#niko sasaki#charles rowland#edwin payne#paynland#crystal palace#and shes right !! he looks really nice !#i love them so much#this show is just too good#edwin and niko besties gave me strength to keep living for the next 10 years#the weird alien fun spooky music in the background is also very good#the scene is perfect
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very self indulgent doodle of an old fav 💜
#tmnt#tmnt 2012#donatello#hamato donatello#teenage mutant ninja turtles#my art#myart#i wonder if anyone from my tmnt days still follows me and is still active on here…#from literally 8-10 years ago adkfndjjs#the 2012 show was terribly flawed but it holds a special place in my heart#i was soooo obsessed with donnie#and um.#apritello#please forgive me i know it was written horribly i was 13!!!#the version of them that exists in my head is absolutely perfect though >:]#slow burn angst fest apritello is real to me‼️#squishy purple turd#was my old tag for him :’)#i know nobody gaf abt him anymore but drawing him made me so happy#mytmntart
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Happy 10th birthday to Cercerion!
OUGHHH UR RIGHT CERCIE IS 10 YEARS OLD NOW !!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY BELOVEDEST DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HIS WHOLE LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#ALSO IM RLY HAPPY HIS OLD DESIGN IS NOW MUCH OLDER THAN HIS FIRST DESIGN WOAH!!!!!!#since i drew the old one SO MUCH back in 2014 i remembered it as being so super prevalent. that when i changed his head shape a couple year#it took a while to get used to the not boxy head but god it was so much more fun to draw the beak. and now its the standard#and it makes me rly happy fr fr. i actually thought i changed his design like only 2 years ago but it was SIX YEARS WHAT!! HOW TIME FLIES..#ask#cercerion#SORRY I JJST WANTED TO REPOST ALL OF THESE#omg dude this also means u and i have known each other for 10 years thats CRAZY#this photoset is so funny its like he went from being :D to being >:U over the years but i assure you now hes more chill than before#HIS COLORS HAVE NOT CHANGED FOR EIGHT YEARS ALSO WHATTTTT i just chose the perfect hues forever#sobbing and crying i love this guy so much#i dont show him online a lot or at least i didnt as muhc until recently but hes always in my brain#cercerion may as well be a part of my soul at this point#HAPPYU TENTH BIRTHDAY CERCIE I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOWING KISSES INTO A HURRICANE FOR U#windyart#sure ill put it in my tag. this is literally my art
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