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sweetest delight

SYNOPSIS: While Shouto’s out hunting down villains on Valentine’s Day, you try your hand at making some sweets to celebrate the occasion, and in doing so, find your efforts rewarded in more ways than one.

pairing: pro hero!todoroki shouto x fem!reader

genre: smut. fluff. pro hero au.

word count: 7.3k+

warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. apron kink. praising. oral (both receiving). face-sitting. 69. cum-eating.

author’s note: god, this is long overdue, but i finally got this thing out after all this time. and of course, it ended up getting out of hand again

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–”

A range of curses spewed from your mouth as the unpleasant smell of your burnt confections permeated the space of your kitchen, threatening to notify the fire alarm overhead of your latest baking mishap. Luckily, you entered the kitchen just in time to dissipate the smoke before it can do so, fanning your towel while navigating to the oven to find your crisp, blackened sweets already ruined inside. The corners of your lips slipped into a scowl at another failed batch of mini chocolate cupcakes at your hand. You slid on a pair of oven mitts to transfer the set off the rack and onto the kitchen counter.

A flicker of optimism in your head presented the thought that they didn’t seem that bad at first glance, going so far as to believe they might’ve tasted relatively fine and that the burnt parts simply added a bitter flavor that would balance the overall sweetness of the decadent chocolate cupcakes. But upon closer inspection, you knew you were lying to yourself.

Flipping the miniature cakes out of the molds, you discovered the sweets were encased in a dreary black outer shell, a sight which made you grimace, wondering how you screwed up so badly to have concocted such a dismal image. You definitely had no right feeding these to Shouto, let alone offer them to him as a Valentine’s Day gift.

As everyone knew, the fourteenth day of February marked Valentine’s Day, the day where couples expressed their love to one another by giving gifts, spending quality time through dates, and displaying many other forms of affection. This year, however, Shouto was called in at his agency to investigate a case of villains whose plan was to wreak havoc on this special occasion.

Now, any person would find it normal to be peeved over these circumstances—having their lover’s free time eaten up by work when they could be celebrating together with a nicely lit dinner or a casual, romantic night at home, and perhaps cap off a wonderful evening with a smooth transition into the bedroom. Much better than spending a day at home alone, pitifully watching couples intertwine their hands together in envy as they walked along the sidewalk beneath your apartment complex, right?

Well, you, on the other hand, were a different case. Rather than sulk around as you waited for Shouto to arrive home later, you decided this would be the perfect chance to whisk up some sweets to surprise him. After all, what’s Valentine’s Day without some chocolate delights on the side, made with vanilla, sugar, cocoa butter, and lots of love and effort. A perfect way to welcome Shouto home from his mission while honoring the festivities, you’d say.

Besides, you understood the situation well enough to recognize that the citizens’ well-being came first before any date of yours. Your boyfriend was a hero, after all, and a Pro at that. It’s not as if you and Shouto hadn’t celebrated Valentine’s Day together before. So long as he came home—intact—prior to the clock ticking to midnight, one day didn’t bother you.

Though… after witnessing the aftermath of several failed attempts at baking thus far, you started to wonder if it would’ve done you better not to get so involved, only to waste resources and pervade your kitchen with an acrid smell.

Still, despite the trials and tribulations, you were determined to come out on top. You tapped your index finger repeatedly against the surface of the marbled counter. “Did I mix up the baking times? Maybe I undermined the portion sizes so the cupcakes started cooking faster?” you speculated out loud, wondering how to troubleshoot the minor errors to come out successful in your next attempt.

After some thought, you decided not to dawdle on your overthinking for too long and shrugged off the idea of redoing another batch of cupcakes. “It’s fine, I’ll just move onto the chocolates then. They’re the star of Valentine’s Day so better to focus on those,” you told yourself. A grin found its way on your face as you rolled the sleeves of your blouse up your forearms. “Alright, let’s get to it then!”

You retrieved a recipe sheet from across the counter, scanning through the contents while overlooking the ingredients lying in front of you. Compared to baking cupcakes, chocolates should be easier to tackle since you weren’t entirely making them from scratch. All you had to do is temper the chocolate melts in a bowl over a heat source, pour them into silicone molds, and refrigerate until hardened and shaped to the perfect, bite-sized delight. Seemed simple enough.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as simple as you thought.

Or rather, you chose to make the whole process more complicated than it needed to be, not realizing the ambitious turn your take on these chocolates was moving toward until you drove yourself into another mess.

Your first trial of bonbons was sprawled out over parchment paper, waiting for your verdict. Eyes roaming the array of sweets tentatively, you absorbed the mixture of pink and white hues with an unsure look on your face. Somehow during the process, you opted to forgo the customary milk chocolates for white and strawberry, which was the closest you could get to matching Shouto’s signature hair colors.

You’d thought it’d be cute for the treats to have a slight resemblance to him as a simple yet sweet reminder that he was on your mind throughout your progress. But staring down at the final product, you wished you guessed ahead of time that the vision you sparked in your head was not going to be as bright and pretty in comparison to what came out.

You frowned at the batch with narrowed brows before begrudgingly scooping a piece and tossing it into your mouth. The sweetness of the strawberry and white chocolates coexisted together to form a smooth texture that left behind a creamy, floral undertone on your tongue. What was incredibly lacking, however, laid in the looks department. The visuals left… more to be desired, to say the least.

With the idea of wanting to use two different flavors of chocolate, you also played on the notion of incorporating a theme. That theme being half-and-half. And half-and-half being splitting the colors on the chocolates right down the middle.

Though not a complicated plan for an adept baker, it was the exact opposite for a newbie like you who had came up with the idea on the spot. With your chocolates appearing in odd shapes and sizes, not one seemed to resemble another, which was the result of both your lack of patience and miscalculations. You had to allow one of the flavors to harden in the mold before adding the other to not prematurely mix the colors, but judging by the swirls of pink and white surrounding the chocolates, that didn’t seem to go so well. Add on to the fact you had some trouble inverting them out of the silicon molds—the edges of the chocolates ending up smooshed or torn off entirely—and you were left with another failed attempt at a Valentine’s present.

“Guess making sweets isn’t really my thing, huh?” You sighed, body slumping forward against the kitchen counter in defeat. Your eyes wandered from your sad chocolates to the hefty amount of dirty dishes piled in the sink. All this, and you weren’t able to make anything worth giving to Shouto. What exactly were you going to tell him when he came home, bearing witness to this entire mess? No, Shouto was probably under enough stress and fatigue as it was after working all day. Plus, his anticipation for a gift would only be amplified if he saw the number of baking supplies you’ve wasted today. At this point, you had to turn in the towel.

“Oh well… I better clean everything up before Sho comes home and start on din–”

Your words were interrupted by the sharp sound of the front door opening.

“I’m home!” an all too familiar voice announced, one that you were more than aware belonged to a particular fire and ice hero.

Surprised, you glanced over at the clock to check the time, which read a bold 6:00 PM—sooner than you expected your boyfriend to arrive home from his duties that day. So soon, in fact, that you weren’t able to even begin erasing any of the evidence littered around the kitchen.

“Y/n?” you heard him call. Freezing in place, you picked up Shouto breathing in a quick whiff. “What’s that smell?” he asked but didn’t wait for a response, traveling through the enormous apartment to find that answer for himself. Hearing his feet shuffling across the hardwood floor, you moved quickly.

“The kitchen smells sweet but also... bitter.”

Sweet and bitter..? you repeated but soon realized what he meant—those damn burnt chocolate cupcakes you left out. While in your rush with making the chocolates, you had forgotten to dispose of them beforehand. Though the bitter smell was not as prominent as when the cupcakes first came out of the oven, it still didn’t evade Shouto’s keen senses.

After shoving the burnt mini cupcakes in a trash bin, you scrambled to the entrance to the kitchen, thankfully cutting Shouto’s path off just in time as you met him there. “Oh hey, Sho, why didn't expect you to come home so early!” you greeted, a cheerful lilt in your tone as you leaned an arm on the side of the doorway, hoping to come off ordinarily chill to avoid any questioning looks. It seemed you achieved that much at least by how Shouto smiled warmly at your appearance.

“You should’ve shot me a quick text or something.”

“Sorry, we managed to track down the group of villains right away and finished the mission smoothly without any casualties,” he explained. “I guess I was in such a hurry to come home and celebrate Valentine’s Day with you that I must’ve forgotten.” The soft look on Shouto’s handsome features had you in a daze for a second; you nearly missed him descending his head to your level so his lips could find yours. Eventually, you broke from your stupor and swiftly turned your head so he planted a peck on your cheek instead.

You were never one to purposely avoid a kiss on the lips like that from him—far from it actually—but you didn’t want him to find any residual sweetness on your lips from the confections you taste-tested that day and have him bring up if you made anything for him. One thing you surely couldn’t avoid, however, was his puzzled face at your uncharacteristic actions. Still, Shouto wasn’t one to overthink the details. Instead, he decided to look at the bigger picture, such as the dirty yet cute, pink and brown frilly apron tied around your body.

“Your apron’s a mess,” he chuckled lightly. The comment caught you off-guard, eyes slowly traveling down to the flour and chocolate stains on your Valentine’s-themed apron. “Have you been cooking?” he asked. You fumbled with your answer.

“O-Oh yeah..! In fact, I’m… still cooking, actually!” you quickly added, making up for your lack of words. “C’mon, it’s probably been a long day for you. You should go freshen up in the shower while I get everything done and cleaned!” You tried shoo-ing Shouto from the kitchen’s vicinity, but he didn’t budge.

“I can help out if you like. I wouldn’t want you to fix everything up by yourself, especially since we’re supposed to spend the rest of Valentine’s Day together,” he said, and as much as you liked to take him up on his kind and thoughtful offer, you had to object.

Firmly shaking your head, you continued your attempts at pushing Shouto to retreat to the shower and scrub off the troubles of his day. “No, you’ve probably done enough work today as it is! Just let me handle the rest, ‘kay?” you insisted, straining a smile. However, your hurried shoving felt almost too persistent than what Shouto found normal.

“Well, what are you making then–” As he tilted his head up to sneak a peek, you followed his movements, elevating yourself onto your tiptoes to block his vision in time.

“S-Soba noodles..! Cold! Just how you like them,” you answered after partially interrupting him. Quirking a brow at your fidgety gestures, Shouto stared at the smile etched on your lips which screamed of suspicion. Now he was sure something was up.

“Love,” he said, his voice a tone lower than usual that made goosebumps appear on your skin, staring at his turquoise and gray eyes warily, “are you hiding something from me?”

“What? Psh, no,” you feigned innocence, shrugging, “Why would you think that?”

Shouto gave you a look, silently telling you that you should more than know the reason why, but you chose to remain ignorant. No point in questioning it any further then. He would have to pry the answer out himself.

Aware that you had no intention of letting him pass voluntarily, Shouto began putting his hero training to use. He side-stepped in a single motion, quickly pivoting on the balls of his feet to slip through your defenses. You didn’t have time to ask yourself what happened before you turned around to watch his reaction to what you left for him on the kitchen counter.

Upon entering the kitchen, Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes were immediately drawn to the marbled white-and-pink sweets sprawled across the parchment paper. His interest piqued, he walked straight to the chocolates with you trailing behind. You could feel the heat in your cheeks slowly rise from the embarrassment at seeing Shouto inspect your sorry excuse of chocolates.

“Hm, no soba noodles, but I may have found something even better,” he said, and you wondered if you heard correctly or that maybe he saw something you didn’t. You rapidly blinked about four times, letting your vision adjust, and yet your chocolates remained.

“You’re kidding… right?”

Shouto lifted a brow at your hesitance. “No, why would I be kidding?” he replied thoughtfully. He took one of the chocolates off the parchment paper, raising it in the air between his thumb and index finger. “You made these for me, didn’t you?”

“I mean, yeah, they were supposed to be a Valentine’s Day gift, but…”

“But..?” A frown settled on his lips, watching you nervously twiddle your thumbs while you held your hands against your apron. “Y/n, you can tell me.” Not liking how you weren’t meeting his eyes, his finger drew your chin up so he could get a better glimpse of your face.

“But they don’t look the part. They’re hideous,” you quietly admitted, your words mellowing into a whisper the more they departed your lips. The way he treated your creations as if they belonged on a pedestal didn’t sit right in your eyes. “So I... didn’t want you to see them, or any of this actually. I thought if you saw what I was doing, you’d get your hopes up for something special, only to be disappointed.” You tried avoiding his gaze again, but Shouto wouldn’t allow it, following your eyes as his hand pried yours apart to take one in his own.

His focus shifted from the pink and white chocolate held in front of him to the uncertainty clouding your expression. “I’m not sure what you mean. They look fine to me.”

“Sho, you don’t have to lie to me just so you don’t end up hurting my feelings. Anyone can see how uneven they look,” you said, pointing at the rest of the batch still sitting on the counter behind him. There was a low chuckle coming from the male’s lips, one that you guessed was out of amusement, but you were too caught in your troubled feelings to be sure.

“Well, I have to admit, they don’t exactly resemble the perfect, visual representation of the chocolates you’d find at the store or anything,” he acknowledged with you mumbling an ‘I told you so’ in response before he continued, “but that’s the reason why I like them. That means you made them for me and there isn’t any chocolate like it. They’re one of a kind.”

His genuine words took you aback, eyes glimmering and cheeks flushed. You were too wrapped up in your need for perfection that you didn’t realize you could consider your efforts that way.

“Besides,” he threw the little bonbon in his mouth, “they taste great,” he said as the strawberry and white cream melted on his tongue with its rich sweetness.

Despite his praise, you thought he had only said that because you knew for a fact that the chocolates did at least pass in the taste department. “But what if they had tasted bad too? What would you have said then?” You were bold enough to question, though half-worried about his answer in the back of your head—worried that he would have to take back those sweet words of his.

“I still would have eaten them, regardless. I’d never waste anything you’ve made for me, you should know that. To me, these chocolates are the sweetest delight not because they’re the best looking or tasting, but because they came from you,” he answered earnestly, bending down to tuck a hair away from your stunned yet grateful appearance which looked as if you were nearly about to sigh out loud in relief. You brought your body into his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin, and he wrapped his arms around you, lips pressed against your hair.

Shouto didn’t grant you much time to bask in your solace however, before beckoning you over to the kitchen counter. He wasn’t done teasing you just yet.

“Normally couples give each other milk chocolates on Valentine’s day. Any reason you decided on white and strawberry then?” Shouto noted, a grin on his lips as you seemed reluctant to reveal your reasoning—lips pursed and fingers playing with the hem of your apron.

“Well, they’re supposed to be your…” You finished by motioning at the crown of your head before pointing to his red and white locks.

Heh... Cute. The grin that was persistent on his features widened, and your response earned you a kiss on the cheek. “Thinking about me, huh?” he teased. You were more than aware of your intentions throughout your chocolate-making process, but it didn’t make the whole situation any less embarrassing when your motives came to light out of Shouto’s own mouth.

You pouted profusely, turning your face in the other direction as you nudged his arm. “Aren’t you going to eat the rest then?” you asked despite your demure demeanor. You couldn’t see it, but you were positive he was aiming that amused expression in your direction, leaning his head on his palm while his elbow was leveled on the counter.

“You made a lot of chocolates today, love. You don’t expect me to finish them all by myself, do you?” You heard the rustle of the parchment liner unsticking to something behind you. Then a finger poked your cheek, and out of curiosity, you followed where the disturbance came from, only to have a swirl of pink and white pushed past your lips.

“Mm..” you hummed surprisingly in delight at the harmonious strawberry and cream flavors coating your tastebuds.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got to taste them before you arrived home.” You rubbed the back of your head. “And um, I didn’t exactly make these from scratch...” You went about divulging your methods to him, explaining your usage of chocolate melts, which all in all saved you a lot of time, considering your earlier mishaps with the brownies—a misfortune you also confessed to as you side-eyed the trash bin.

The dual-haired male laughed with mirth at the disasters you tangled yourself into today. “Seemed like you had an eventful Valentine’s Day at home without me.”

He scanned over your outfit, consisting of a simple buttoned blouse and a pair of jeans. What caught his eye the most was the frilly, laced brown and pink apron tied around your body. You must have bought this specifically to get in the spirit of Valentine’s Day because this was the first he’s seen you in this. Normally you’d wear those plain cotton aprons while you were cooking. Not something so charming and—dare he say—refreshing.

As you were continuing the conversation—going on about how vanquishing criminal organizations was more productive than whatever you were concocting at home—your words faded into the background. Shouto found it hard to focus on what you were saying, while your animated gestures seemed to enhance the shape of the apron against your body, emphasizing your physique.

Recalling the story you just mentioned, he imagined what the scene of you frantically dashing around the kitchen would look like as you wore this cute thing. Was it weird of him to hold fantasies of arriving home, being greeted by your endearing self donning this garment, dolled in its intricacies with a smile gracing the lips he oh so wanted to kiss every day?

Shouto would think so. He’s never heard of any anecdotes of this kind of behavior before. Perhaps it was how dainty and frilly the material appeared against your figure that stemmed such a risqué thought from him. If that was the case, then this apron was no different than lingerie. Or more specifically, those delicate lace babydolls you’d wear for him on those special occasions, in which you displayed the zenith of lust and vulnerability that rendered him a man ensnared by his need to utterly ravage you–

Fuck. Letting those imaginations cross his mind was a dangerous move. He felt himself getting hard, body exercising the willpower not to pounce and concede to his fantasies. Then again, no one could really blame him for thinking of his girlfriend this way on Valentine’s Day. Especially when you looked so damn cute right now that he could just eat you up.

“Shouto?” Your voice diverted his attention from the growing problem in his pants, though only for a moment. When his focus returned to you, all those lascivious thoughts buried in the back of his head made their way to the forefront again. Damn, did he have it bad.

“Is something wrong? You were zoning out for a bit.”

He shook his head, dispelling your concern. However, it was going to take more than that to sweep away the lust consuming his mind. “It’s nothing. More importantly, why don’t we continue tasting these chocolates?” Pulling up a stool, he took a seat next to the kitchen counter.

Just as you were going to mention that you needed to start on dinner soon, Shouto suddenly drew your body in between his parted legs. Thrown slightly off-balance, you instinctively held onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

You couldn’t help but notice the hand traveling up your legs as it situated itself on the back of your thigh, but the detail was abandoned as soon as it was manifested. The proximity between you two was too much not to overlook now. Shouto peered up at you with what you made out to be smoldering intensity, and the sight reduced you to shying away from his eyes again.

Of course, Shouto didn’t take a liking to that. With you so close, he didn’t want anything hindering his front seat viewing of your candid reactions. “Baby, look here,” he called to you. You followed his command, turning back to face the grin reaching his lips. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You attempted to open your mouth to reply but found another ball of marbled chocolate placed where words should’ve been.

Soft lips wrapped around him, Shouto had to fight back the urge to groan, feeling your tongue graze the pad of his thumb as he fed you the candy. His other hand, formerly occupied with rubbing subtle circles on your clothed flesh, wandered to the satin ribbon of your apron fashioned behind you.

It wasn’t long until you discerned the game he was playing through the fiery looks and frisky touching.

Well, enter player two.

You brought a hand to his wrist, keeping him there as your tongue made work at licking away the residual chocolate melted on his finger. You moved from his thumb to his index finger, noting not to miss anything with every flick as you confidently returned the heady expression with batted eyelashes.

Shouto breathed in silently through his nose, gritting his teeth, your sultry actions having an innate effect on him, to which you smirked at. There was a slight tug on the ribbon wrapped behind you. It wasn’t firm enough to where the knot came undone, but enough that you noticed his fixation on the material. If he was making an effort to exert some self-control, it was futile at this point. No doubt, he was going to take you before Valentine’s Day was over.

“Hmm, you’re right, these chocolates are pretty tasty. But it’s probably because you’re the one feeding them to me that they taste just soooo good,” you mused, adding a sensual tonality to your voice as you concluded your words with one last kitten lick.

The man before you bit the inside of his cheek, your voice alone making blood rush south. You little minx. He was going to make doubly sure you understood just what you were doing to him.

Finally releasing his hand, you reached over beside you to grab a chocolate off the parchment paper. “For you~” You giggled as you led the confection to Shouto’s mouth. He readily accepted your gift, lips wrapping around the tips of your fingers as the mellow flavors soothed his taste buds. He made a point of re-enacting your little show, tongue languidly lapping your fingers while he maintained steady eye contact. You shuddered at the wet warmth abiding your skin, the suffocating sexual tension in the air causing you to press your thighs together. The action was not overlooked by Shouto, who smiled amidst cleaning your fingers with every brush of his tongue.

“What’s wrong, love? You were so bold and talkative earlier. Cat got your tongue or something?” he teased. A smirk ran across the curl of his lips as his licks turned to kisses he planted on the back of your hand.

After finishing his task of lapping up every essence of sweetness off your skin, he lifted himself from the stool. Doing so made him stand tall over you, and he easily cornered you to where your back met the edge of the counter. Your wrist captured in one of his hands, he wove an arm around you, pulling your body into him.

“You know, there’s something I want to eat right now other than chocolates,” he confessed, forehead pressed to yours and glinted heterochromatic eyes latent with an insatiable hunger. The baritone of his voice sent shivers through your body and a throb aching in your core.

You innocently tilted your head at him. “Oh, is that so? And what would that be?”

He chuckled darkly at your redundant question.

“Why you of course, my love.”

The moment the words reached your ears, he lunged forward to seize your lips. You quickly followed in the sensual movements of his soft lips against yours like it was a practiced routine, not resisting his tongue prying its way into your mouth and submitting to the dance that made pleasure course through your veins.

A single tap on your thigh was your cue to hop into Shouto’s waiting grasp and wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled your bodies closer to where the few layers of clothing you both possessed did nothing to hide your enthusiasm for each other. You could feel your nipples under your bra stiffen at your arousal, growing more sensitive as you pressed your chest to him. Meanwhile, his hard erection shamelessly poked the inside of your thigh to which his grip was poised on remaining firm, grinding your lower half against him.

You expected this was where he intended to have you—right then and there in the middle of the kitchen—but to your surprise, Shouto had other plans. He navigated you two to the dining table as you continued feverishly making out with your legs wrapped around his waist. Never breaking the hot mingle of your lips, he carefully placed you on the edge. His hands were free to roam the expanse of your body, palming at places that elicited airy moans from you as he inscribed the niceties of your bonny apron into his memory. Though he cursed the unnecessary layers that obscured your beautiful flesh from him.

Finding the clothes still on you equally unbearable in the heat of your movements, you were on the same wavelength as him. You sought out the satin ribbon tied behind your back that kept the apron on your form, but before your fingertips could even reach the material to tug the knot loose, Shouto seized your wrists and led your hands away. Your face was scrunched with bewilderment by how sudden his actions were.

Shouto didn’t think he could have a fetish over something as ordinary and domestic as a decorative garment tied around your waist, but this Valentine’s Day was proving him otherwise. He was not about to pass an opportunity to absolutely ruin you in this pretty thing.

“Keep it on,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding.

“H-Huh? What about my clothes?” you stuttered, confused at first. You wanted to ask what spurred him to give such a demand, but you were too caught in the moment to think of objecting to his request (not that you had much choice anyway).

“Let me.” That was all he said before his hands sought after the waistband of your jeans and the buttons of your top. He pulled and undid the apparel until you were left in only your panties and that lovely apron. Your bra was quickly disposed of to the pile next to his feet thanks to the clip being located at the front this time, and he was eternally grateful for the convenience. You didn’t even have to mention anything for his own clothes to float above yours on the floor, sitting back on the table to admire his toned physique, now free for you to ogle in just his briefs.

His hooded, icy eyes concentrated on every aspect of your appearance. He didn’t dare miss a single detail in front of him—from your bare, flushed skin glowing beneath the light fixture to your aroused nipples shaped through the thin fabric. You were a sight Shouto would gladly worship for the rest of his life.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, my love, and I’m going to enjoy ravaging you until all you know is my name.”

His words alone were enough to send a tingle of anticipation to your cunt. You did not shrink at his assertiveness, instead embracing both yours and Shouto’s desires with open arms.

“You have me, Sho. I’m all yours.”

The man released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding before inhaling and diving in. Your lips reencountered each other, continuing from where you left off with his tongue chasing after you. You laced your fingers in his soft hair to press him deeper to you as Shouto navigated down your neck. He sucked and licked at your skin; every tug he felt on his scalp compelled him to lay marks as he inched closer and closer to your breasts.

“Ahh.. Sho…” you mewled, feeling his hands grope one of your mounds and tease your slit through your panties. With no intention of letting this apron off your body, Shouto pushed the fabric concealing your chest inward to reveal a perky nipple, seeming excited to be covered by his mouth. Well, who was he to deny such exuberance, especially when he himself was hungry to taste?

Lips enclosing the stiffened nub, Shouto sucked and prodded with fervor. As you squirmed and squealed beneath him, your fingers pulled harder at his strands which he hummed in content at. The tip of his tongue circled your areola, making the slick clinging to your panties damper at the stimulation. The hand occupied between your thighs stroked you against the fabric before pulling it to the side to touch you directly.

“Oh fuck!” you cursed at the contact as Shouto did not hesitate to start pumping a finger into your pussy.

“Damn, you’re so wet down here. Did my kisses and teasing do all this?”

You were too distracted by the precise movements of his fingers working through you to answer, words superseded by your wanton moans. “Keep making those pretty sounds, love. I want you to cry out as I’m ruining you.”

Your noises hit a crescendo when his fingers began curling inside you, stretching into places that lit stars behind your eyes. His thumb rubbed your clit to intensify the fire building in your abdomen. Your back arched on the table as you grabbed onto Shouto’s free hand for dear life, already feeling that flame ready to ignite.

“Sho– Wait, I’m gonna–”

“Don’t hesitate, sweetheart. Coat my fingers with your cum,” he told you, increasing the speed of his thumb against your bundle of nerves as he continually hit that euphoric soft spot.

At his words, your pussy clenched hard around him, practically sucking him in. You threw your head back against the table, releasing a loud cry of his name as your orgasm engulfed your whole body with electrifying pleasure. Chest heaving up and down, your breaths sounded ragged as your vision went white before slowly adjusting to the light.

Shouto slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, licking at the layer of gloss. He observed your fucked-out state from above and admired his handiwork—your lips swollen, eyes glassy, and sweaty skin adorned with his marks.

“You taste absolutely delicious, you know,” he said almost too sweetly, like he had immediately gotten drunk off drinking the remnants of your orgasm. And, of course, he had to let you know how delectable you were. Shouto provided you a sample by pressing his fingers to your lips. You obediently parted them, welcoming your essence on your tongue.

“Don’t you think so?”

You hummed and nodded in agreement. Shouto grinned, bending down to mix your flavor in each other’s mouths. He finally removed your ruined panties and slid them down your legs. But to no one’s surprise, the apron stayed on your person.

When you parted, Shouto gestured for you to get up from the table. In doing so, you had anticipated this would be the time to head straight to the bedroom, but the night continued to prove you wrong. Shouto was still famished.

“Stand up for a second, baby. I want to lay down as I have my meal.” You didn’t need to guess to know just what he wanted to satiate his appetite tonight.

Shouto laid himself flat across the table, the majority of his legs dangling off the edge. You, on the other hand, were apprehensive at his approach, cautiously wondering if your modest dining table could handle the rampant motions of two adult bodies on top of it at once. Should the legs give way and the table collapses, the gravity of your descent would put all your weight onto him. What if you hurt him as a result?

“Love, what’s the holdup?” your boyfriend called, breaking your train of thought, “Come, your throne awaits.” He patted his chest—a rather peculiar place to sit but your cunt pulsed at the image of you riding that gorgeous face of his.

“O-Okay, I’m just afraid of hurting you, is all,” you said, pulling at the hem of your apron for security.

He raised his upper body halfway to see the hesitance painted on your features. “Y/n, there’s no need to worry, I wouldn’t have thought of doing this if I couldn’t handle it,” he assured, his hand reaching out for you. “Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

You stared at the hand hovering in front of you and then at Shouto’s eyes glimmering with faith, and you knew you could trust his word. So you take his hand, climbing onto the table and over his body where you straddled his chest.

“Dining tables are meant to be eaten on, right? Well, I intend to devour you until your legs are shaking beside me, sweetheart,” he promised. He stroked up and down your thighs tauntingly. Your breaths hitched as he maneuvered you above his face, moving the flap of your apron so you could feel his cold breath against your lower lips.

“As much as I appreciate all those confections you made for me, they all pale in comparison to the sweetest delight here–” He uttered praises to your core while rubbing the soft flesh of your thighs. “This pretty, soft, and dripping pussy.”

Warmth spread across your cheeks at his lewd words and how close in proximity he was to your twitching center. The one thing you detested about this apron at this moment was the fact it blocked you from what Shouto was doing, the bottom half lying right above his face. To him, however, it made everything all the more entertaining.

Despite being the one trapped under you, it must have felt like you were more in the dark than he was. After all, he was the one asserting dominance in this situation, and with a layer of fabric hiding his face, you had no idea how or when he was going to eat you out. His deafening silence was not offering you one bit of reassurance either. If he truly intended to devour you atop this table, he should just do it already.

“...Sho? Are you—Ah!” Upon questioning him, your words were choked by your surprised squeal, feeling him delicately kiss your folds with chilly lips attached to your warm pussy. You opened your mouth to speak again, yet you struggled to search for words as Shouto’s tongue flattened against you, licking a long strip before latching onto your sensitive pearl. The more he relentlessly sucked and teased, the more you sang out with waves of pleasure quivering through your body.

Hearing your beautiful noises, he chuckled, tongue vibrating on your clit. Every sound you produced made his cock stutter, still leaking and begging for attention beneath his briefs.

Not liking how inactive you were—simply sitting on his face and waiting for yourself to come undone on his tongue—you reached behind yourself to trail your hand down his abdomen. His body tensed, abs immediately flexing at your soft touch. You noticed his ministrations falter in their rhythm.

“B-Baby, what are you doing?” he questioned, pulling himself off of you to concentrate on your hand running along the waistband of his briefs. His fingers dug into your flesh as you found his length, tentatively giving it a pump that gave birth to a strained noise below the flap of your apron.

“You’ve been doing all the work so far, Sho. I just want you to enjoy yourself,” you said. His eyebrows were scrunched, hissing through his teeth at your thumb grazing his slit, mixing his precum around the tip.

“I am enjoying myself—this is all I could ever ask for,” he replied honestly. He lifted the frilly material off his face so you could discover your slick running down his lips and neck, the blush spread across his fair cheeks an more than sufficient indication that he derived nothing but delight from being in this position. He looked like an absolute mess, yet the debauched sight made both your heart and pussy flutter.

“But if you want to join in, I won’t stop you.”

At that, Shouto detached himself from your sweetness for just a second to quickly reposition you above him. You were adjusted to where you were practically on all fours on the table now, facing the prominent bulge raised on his briefs while your fluttering cunt was somehow even more obscenely split in front of him. You were thankful the piece of furniture stayed intact throughout the motions, pleasantly astounded by its strength. However, you couldn’t pause to be impressed by this detail for long. Not when Shouto’s aching erection pleaded for you to continue touching it.

Your hand returned to its original place—wrapped around his heavy length that wept with precum coating the surface of its mushroom top. As you stroked it up and down in a consistent rhythm, you altered your grip to tighten more around him.

“Ooh yeah, that’s it, baby. Just like that… Ahhhh, fuckkkk—” You were rewarded by his praises and groans at the splendid pressure surrounding his dick. It encouraged you to keep up your pace and add another hand to the fray to increase the tension.

“You’re doing so well, making me feel so fucking good, love. Can you add your mouth for me now?” he requested, and you happily complied. Your tongue flattened against his cock, noting every vein and twitch running across your wet muscle that reduced Shouto to muttering obscenities behind you. Reaching the top, you swirled your tongue along the tip before taking the entire head into your warm cavern. Shouto’s thighs flexed, body almost trembling at how heavenly you made him feel. He couldn’t be outdone.

You let out a whine on his cock, feeling his mouth working against you again. This time you felt the effects stronger than before as Shouto spread your pussy lips to grant him better access to tongue fuck you. He stimulated every sensitive area with practiced ease, making sure to flick your clit with extra vigor to achieve the best results. You delivered in your reactions—legs shaking and knees slowly and deliberately being reduced to jelly.

Even ensnared in ecstasy, you did your best to adapt to his intensity, engulfing him more into your mouth. Your hands worked together to maximize the most pleasure you could give him, fondling his balls and gripping the base of his cock.

The lewdest of sounds filled the room in an unrelenting symphony. From your muffled whimpers to your pussy squelching in the presence of Shouto’s mouth purring against you, there was no shortage of bliss evident in the atmosphere. Hearing yourselves in the throes of rapture as you devoured each other’s whole beings like starved animals, you two were simultaneously climbing toward your highs.

“Shit, keep doing just that baby, and I’m going to paint that pretty mouth of yours white,” he warned half-heartedly. You purred, the enthusiasm laced your tone informing Shouto you wanted him to do just that. He was pleased by your response.

“You want it, don’t you, you slutty girl? Well, I expect you to drown me in your honey while I cover your throat with my cum then.” Those were the last words he spared you before proceeding to manifest them into reality. His hands dug themselves in the flesh below your ass cheeks, exposing your pussy to his appendage that swiped away at your clit until shockwaves made you tremble above him.

You were the first to come undone, juices running down your thighs and boyfriend’s chin. Your cries were muffled amidst Shouto’s dick caught down your throat, tightening around his length, which surged with spurts of white all over your mouth. You swallowed every single drop of his seed, wiping at the excess on your lips as you released the hero’s cock with a loud pop.

After taking a moment to catch your breaths, you carefully moved off of each other. Shouto steadied you on his lap, letting you straddle him as he sat on the edge of the table. He intertwined your fingers through his and brought them to his lips to place a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Shouto. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #mha smut #bnha fic #bnha imagine #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki imagine #mha x reader

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you know, i respect people who want bkg to be redemmed bc we all have our own opinions and stuff. but to me??? i want him OUT of the narrative, nothing he will ever do (just looking at what we have till now, almost 300 chaps) will be enough,nothing will happen so yeah, to me he is iredemable. is it me selfprojecting years of cruelty i had to deal with with bothableism and racism? maybe but in a word qith quirks where people can be pink red or black with no problem

(2/4) what sets you aside is your quirk. or lack of it since without it you aint even a person, and bakugou spent 10 years and MORE ruining the equivalent of a disabled child while showing how privileged he was, he is rich, has a powerful quirk, can hurt anyone and get away with it, he has both parents, he is everything izuku isnt AND yet we have to sympathize with him rather than the victim??? i dont get it.i know a lot of people want him to be redeemed but i dont understand why he has to become friends

(3/4) like if someone told me be friends with the person who ruined your youth and selfworth and just straight up made your life hell im just gonna be really, astonished and he didnt get better, it is just the narrative accommodating him, because he is like pretty much the same as the start. and something that i dont get is why people try justifying him while hating mineta,they are the same age so lets just admit that yall care about appearence rather than actual characters and flaws

(4/4) sorry i ranted dhf hdbhjcsd but like. im just tired and your inbox is one of the few places that make me feel understood ?? ;-; sorry, and love u!!! have a nice day honey bee

first, I want to address your last point, nonnie. neveeeeeer apologize for sharing your thoughts with me!!! to be honest, I became more vocal about my feelings towards bakugou because I imagined that others felt that way too, or similarly enough, and I wanted to make space for us all to comfortably talk about it. the fact that that’s working, even for one person at all, makes me feel good!!! so no apologies, and no worries babes (and I love you toooooooooo!!)

now, onward to the stuff:

you bring up a lot of points that i probably don’t have all the depth to explore in their entirety, but yes to all that ^^^^^

as you mentioned at the start, there are variations in opinions, which is how things work. the beauty of it is that everyone can take what they want out of the show/character(s) and every interpretation (within reason hdebfdbnjd) is valid. soooooooo if you’re someone who has dealt with real life discrimination of some sort (like racism, ableism, sexism, along with the other -isms) I think it’s beyond fair to not only identify with izuku, but to raise issue with bakugou and his actions. I mean, even if you haven’t felt those struggles, seeing and then calling out a character’s shitty behavior is not... a bad thing?? even for bakugou, even at the start of his “redemption.” being wary of his growth makes sense, especially when it took us over two-hundred chapters to get where we are currently.

that then leads me into the responses to the responses to bakugou dbedhd I haven’t really had the chance to speak to many people who are put off by my stance on bk, but I can sort of guess that some people grow defensive on his behalf because 1) they feel the need to justify the fact that they like him, or 2) they identify with him, maybe in a way that I, or you nonnie, identify with izuku, so they take criticism geared towards him as something personal (and as I said, this is me guessing. I don’t know shit about shit so please no one take offense or anything). and you know, when thinking about that, I believe:

you don’t have to justify liking a character, even when they’re “bad.” I know there’s lots of shiggy stans around and I would never ask any of them to justify enjoying his character (though I will continuously joke on yall for calling him attractive lmao). people criticize shig’s actions and how he operates in the plot, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still like him. the same goes for bakugou

me, in this case, disliking a character that you see parts of yourself in does not mean I have any ill feelings towards you as a person. for example, I love izuku! I think I was in the tags of someone else’s post early this morning talking about how I connect with him as a black person and how I love his storyline because parts of it make me feel seen. so like, all that in mind, there’s a decent amount of people, both in and out of the fandom, who haaaaaaaaaaate izuku. there’s a number of reasons why, and while I don’t agree with that stance, obviously, I know that people’s feelings about him do not also reflect onto me as a person because their perception of him has nothing to do with me. the same line of reasoning can, and probably should, be applied to bakugou.

and so with all of that being said... that’s what I think is (part of) what’s going on. now, as someone who doesn’t care for his character, and being shit-talked for not caring too much for his character, I am still frustrated by it. plenty of people have already talked about the importance of holding bk accountable, and it’s okay if we get that in canon and it 1) changes how you feel about bk (because honestly, that’s what I want. I want to see him do good enough by izu and his past mistakes to like him... or tolerate him better duebndnwd), 2) it doesn’t change how you feel, or 3) it makes you dislike him more. all of these are valid reactions. what I do hope for is that people are understanding of how others feel, regardless of how it shoves against your own/the fandom’s general opinion, because they’re allowed to feel differently.

people are allowed to problematize problematic behavior, they’re allowed to enjoy a character despite said problematic beahvior, and these things can (and should) coexist.

okay but all this bullshit is basically me saying you’re valid anon and anti-bakugou fans/bakugou haters/whatever deserve more rights eubfudwnjndjw

#anti bakugou #anon #bnha 284 #WHY DO I TALK SO MUCH #i'm so sorry anon #de jbdfwjndjfwjfn #and I didn't read over this #so this shit probably makes no sense but #i said what I said #and you said what you said anon #and that's on periodt

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astralsweetness · 4 years

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Gravity (Jinho/Reader/Hyunggu)(m)

➣ I have never once thought about this duo outside of duets before this damn song - which I had to translate by hand because I couldn’t find any English lyrics for it. >_> thank you @re-sugance and @forevertrashforbae for letting me show off my translation afterwards like a proud kid lmao

➣ Reader is domme. I accept nothing less. | Warnings include: mentions of drinking, multiple descriptions of various sexual encounters, humiliation, handjob, blowjob, cockwarming, choking (slight), noona kink (kind of, it’s more of a title in general and less sexual), pain kink, mentions of spanking, multiple orgasms, edging, overstimulation, pegging, referenced size kink, exhibitionism (slight), biting, jfc it’s a lot but it’s all consensual | This is basically just a collection of different little scenes in the life of a Jinho/Reader/Hyunggu relationship 👀 If there’s typos I’ll just throw myself off a cliff because I can’t be bothered to proof-read, yikes

➣ “You’re making me nervous, kiss me slowly. You teach me love.”

You notice two minutes into the night that they are orbiting around you like planets, never straying too far nor too close. The bartender gives you a sympathetic smile but says nothing – no doubt he thinks you’re being hounded by two boys trying to win your heart.

The assumption wasn’t too far off, to be honest, but they’d already acquired your affections long ago.

The weight of the wine on your tongue was only mildly unpleasant – it was too sweet for your liking, but you felt their gazes on you every time you tilted your head back to swallow it, so you kept drinking. You noticed that while both of them were matching you drink for drink only Hyunggu was becoming more competitive – Jinho seemed more than willing to take a passive, backseat role to any flirtation. You didn’t necessarily blame him, either. Hyunggu got fiercely competitive when he got a few drinks in him (and it wasn’t like you were going to give one of them more attention than the other anyway).

“Noona.” Age had long ago lost its meaning to the three of you �� noona was a title of honor, of power, one only occasionally used. Hyunggu slid into the seat next to you, finally taking the plunge to enter your orbit. He bites his lip in a way he knows makes him look sexy, looks at you through his lashes in an attempt to be seductive and demure. His body language aside from that is too open though, too cocky and commanding, so you don’t reward him with your full attention, keeping your gaze ahead.

“Yes, Hyunggu?”

You can see his pout from your peripheral and you hide your little smile behind another sip of red liquid. He was absolutely adorable sometimes, and oh so easy to play.

“You’re being mean.” He’s instantly sulking, and you just laugh softly at him, toying with the rim of your wine glass. “And you’re laughing at me -”

“Lots of people laugh at you.” Jinho has suddenly decided to appear – he looks somehow more at ease with a drink in his hand than he should, and suddenly Hyunggu is focused on him instead, like he hadn’t noticed what Jinho had looked like all night because he’d been so focused on you.

It’s endearing, you think, to watch the way his eyes gloss over as he takes in his hyung’s visage – you wonder if that’s how you look when you stare at either of them.

Hyunggu, always more proactive than either of you, takes the initiative and leans forward – you’re not sure if he actually says anything to Jinho or just breathes against his ear, but the elder stiffens and his gaze drifts, suddenly unsteady. His fingers stay curled around the stem of his glass until you gently pry them away, and then he stuffs them into his pocket where you can’t see if they’re clenched tight or trembling.

“He’s so easy to get riled up.” Hyunggu says this to you like it’s a secret he’s sharing, and you grin and nod at him, happy to pretend like you’re both conspiring together. Jinho just swallows hard and watches you both, the tables turned on him so suddenly that he’s not sure what to do except stand beside the two of you who were still sitting at the bar.

“We should take him home.” Your words could mean so many things, but to Hyunggu it’s a promise of fun and to Jinho a promise to be wrecked. You get a nod from Hyunggu in response, who leans in close to Jinho again, close enough to kiss – Jinho’s eyes flutter but Hyunggu just pulls away, drawing the elder towards him as he heads towards the exit like a moth to a flame.

The bartender seems thoroughly confused with the way this has turned out, but you just smile and place down the payment for the drinks, in an extremely good mood. It wasn’t like the two rarely got along, but it was always fun when Jinho was the one thrown off balance instead of Hyunggu.

Still, in the end, you were the one who always had the last say. It’s that knowledge that fills you with a power that makes you feel weightless as you move through the room, smile turning dangerous when you see your two boys waiting for you obediently at the door.

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It’s ten at night in some hotel room, and you’re busy edging Hyunggu while Jinho lounges serenely to the side. The energy in the space around you is a strange mixture of sleepy contentment and electric tension. You absolutely love the dichotomy between the two halves of the room, love and lust managing to coexist at the same time, similar but oh-so-separate from one another.

“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Your taunting cuts straight to Hyunggu’s core and his hips jerk under you, cock red and weeping viscous pre-cum into your hand. “Being so debauched and whorish with your hyung right over there, listening to it all. It just gets to you, doesn’t it, having one of your bandmates watch you get put in your place.”

“Dirty~” Jinho hums from his own hotel bed, impossibly cheerful as he flips between channels on the TV. He’s not really actively watching the two of you, though his gaze does occasionally flick over to look. Hyunggu just lets out a thoroughly pitiful sounding sob in response, twisting to try to bury his face in the pillow his head rested on – your hand on his neck stops him from twisting too far and he gasps, face red from a heady mixture of humiliation and arousal.

“Ple-ase –” Hyunggu is begging for you to stop, for you to touch him, for you to keep talking – he’s really not even sure what for at this point but he babbles anyway, tears collecting in his lashes, unshed.

“What does it feel like, knowing every time he sees you on stage, or has to sing a duet with you, he’ll just remember you moaning and begging to cum like some sort of slut?”

“Every time I see him on stage I’ll only be able to think about this.” Jinho confirms, voice chipper and upbeat, always ready to help you out – Hyunggu’s fingernails dig into your arm as he explodes, throwing his head back, painting his upper chest white. His hips stutter beneath your hands long after the initial orgasm and you lovingly swipe your finger back and forth over the head of his cock until he’s shaking and locking his jaw, cumming a second time from your teasing ministrations. The second time is weaker than the first, but he still bucks at the sensation, moans more like pleading sobs now as the orgasmic fire burns him from the inside.

Covered in sweat and cum, dark hair plastered to his forehead with tear-tracks on his face and spit-slicked lips – Hyunggu is wrecked and he stares at you unfocusedly, gaze drifting around the hotel room unsteadily as he comes back to himself. His grip on your arm has loosened but he hasn’t released you entirely, so you uncurl his fingers from your forearm and kiss his knuckles lovingly.

“You came a lot.” Jinho appears at the side of the bed, inquisitive and unbothered by the wreck that was his dongsaeng. “Woooow.” He drags the word out, sliding one digit through the mess of cum and sweat that had collected in the other’s collarbones. Hyunggu, ever so sensitive, shivers from the mere contact alone, his eyes fluttering open. As exhausted as he is, he looks at his hyung hungrily – you’re amused, and go about gathering his attention again. You know his body better than he does and he’s at his physical limit right now.

“He did well, right Jinho?” Your praise is followed by a kiss pressed to the younger’s hairline, and a responding sound of acknowledgement from the elder who cards fingers softly through Hyunggu’s hair. He’s a bit disappointed that Jinho didn’t take his bait but he settles down with a sigh pushed out through his nose, tilting his head back invitingly as you run a damp washcloth across the skin there.

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“Open.” You command Jinho and he looks up from his phone in confusion, dutifully opening his mouth anyway. His face lights up into a brilliant smile when you place a square of chocolate onto his pink tongue. Sweat sticks his clothes to his body and his hair to his forehead, and you think he is stunning.

“You’re ruining my diet.” He reminds you, focus back on his phone but smile still on his lips. You can tell he doesn’t mind your little interference overly much.

To be honest, maybe you were trying to ruin his diet – recently you’d noticed that whenever Hyunggu stretched you were able to count the individual ribs beneath the skin of his sternum, and it kicked your protective instincts into overdrive. You didn’t want either of your boys suffering like that, and while Jinho wasn’t nearly as thin that didn’t mean he was at a healthy weight. (You didn’t want any of their brothers in the same boat either. When you’d walked back-stage you’d given each of them some sort of candy or treat – even Hongseok, who you were sure had accepted just to make you happy. You were the favorite noona of the day because of that.)

Hyunggu had managed to escape you though, already off to get his makeup removed after the concert, so now you were sitting cross-legged beside Jinho, watching him watch his phone. He’d flick his gaze over to you every now and then, small smile widening when he saw you were still focused on him.

“You did well.” You praise, and he smiles with teeth and dips his head at you as he says his thanks. You always praised him after every performance and he always reacted just as genuinely as the first time. It makes your heart hurt with how much you love him.

When Hui sidles up beside you both you think he’s after more of your chocolate – you’re reaching for it when he nudges your shoulder, posture relaxed and open despite the knowing smirk adorning his face.

“We’ll be leaving soon, maybe twenty-five minutes or so.” It’s such a casual statement but his eyes glitter with amusement – he was probably the best wingman anyone could ask for, and you make a mental promise to think of a way to pay him back later. In the meantime you settle for thanking and giving him the remaining candy - he just laughs and says that he’ll probably get accosted now by everyone else instead of you. (Which works well towards your sudden plan, you both know.)

It takes another five minutes after that before you gently tug Jinho towards one of the many utility closets in the winding underbelly of the building, dodging past stylists and backstage workers who couldn’t care less where the two of you were headed so long as it didn’t interfere with their own job.

He whines at you that it’s a bad idea but almost outpaces you when you slow down, sulking as you pause to let a group slip by you, sweatier than Jinho, fresh off the stage. His gaze follows them for a split second, as if suddenly realizing where he was, before he goes right back to sulking.

In the closet he shifts from sulky indignance to compliant submissiveness, tilts his head to the side invitingly for your lips to press upon his pulse point. It’s always hard to refuse him when he’s like this, but you do anyway, pushing at his shoulders gently to back him up as far as he can go in the small space.

“You have makeup all over you, baby. I’m not putting my mouth anywhere above your neck.” Your words are, of course, met with a whine, but you place a finger against his lips to quiet him. When you pull it away it’s tinged slightly pink from the lip tint, silently proving your point. “Everyone would know if you went back out there with everything suddenly smudged.”

“Then what –“ He’s just so absolutely sulky that you can’t help but reach for his arm, pressing kisses to his forearm, up to his bicep. He goes silent instantly, swallowing hard, eyes wide. Simply kissing like this shouldn’t have been so.. erotic.

You can feel him stiffening against your thigh with every graze of your teeth over thin skin, and when he begins trying to grind against your leg you hike it up higher, watching with a piercing gaze as he tries not to make eye-contact with you. The way his eyes dart as he gets himself off gives you a warm feeling that coils contentedly in your chest, one that only grows whenever he locks eyes with you and instantly looks away, cheeks darkening.

His breath stutters and almost full-on stops when you reach for his slim-fitted pants – there’s not much room but you fit your hand inside anyway, not bothering to pull them down. Your thumb presses into his slit, leaking pre-cum, and he mewls pitifully at the feeling.

“Ahnn-n-no..” He tries to object but it’s a weak whisper, and his fingers curling around your wrist draw you closer instead of pushing you away. You step in front of him, slot one of your hips against his to pin him against the back wall, even as your hand continues its steady motion.

“No? Jinho, sweetie, do you want me to stop?” The words are spoken into the heated air between the two of you, and while you’d much rather say them into the soft skin of his neck you want him to be able to properly verbalize his response.

It’s a moot point anyhow, because he just squints his eyes shut and shakes his head quickly, almost frantically. His fingers tighten around your hand, as if afraid you’d decide this was a bad idea and leave him high and dry.

He didn’t need to worry about that – you nudge aside the collar of his ridiculously sequined stage jacket, nip at his inner shoulder. He tastes of sweat and bruises easily, arches into any of the sensations you deign to give him. The heat around your hand, shoved down the front of his pants, is humid and wet and you let him thrust into the loose ring your fingers have become, watching with predatory eyes as he ruts against your hand like some sort of horny teen, comes undone and bites hard into his wrist to stay quiet. (You sink your own teeth into the opposite side of his wrist and his moan manages to get out anyway, all of his weight against the wall as he fights to keep from collapsing.)

It takes little to no time at all to make yourself presentable again, but Jinho is a different story – no matter how outwardly casual he looks his gaze is still glassy, and dual teeth-marks dot one of his hands.

When you exit the closet Jinho tries to melt into your side, inconspicuous, when the maknae trio comes up to you to thank you again for the chocolate (even if Hyunggu hadn’t taken any in the beginning). You know he wants to escape to the bathroom right away to clean up and become orderly again, but he’s caged in by three of his dongsaengs, so he instead tries to take solace in the warmth of standing so close to you. In a distant corner of the room you can see Shinwon has, as predicted, stolen most of the candy you’d given to Hui.

It’s mostly Wooseok who’s thanking you, all big eyes and admiration, while Yuto stands slightly to the side murmuring his own thanks shyly whenever you turn your full focus to him. You find them both adorable, this youthful infatuation they have for you absolutely endearing.

Hyunggu just finds it funny, arms crossed as he watches them, Wooseok unable to stop talking and Yuto unable to talk at all. His gaze is stolen by Jinho though, and it takes him all of five seconds to send you an accusatory glance after taking in the way Jinho is still slightly red-faced, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, gaze flicking between different occupants of the room at random intervals.

You just send him a serene smile. If he hadn’t avoided you earlier then that could have been him.

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It was a running joke that Hyunggu was overly sensitive, cried too easily – you were used to seeing him tear up suddenly at some sweet thing either of you did or said to him. Jinho teased him relentlessly for it, poking at his cheek playfully while calling him ‘the cutest baby’. (The irony was not lost on any of you that Jinho was arguably smaller and more baby-like than anyone in the room, but it always made Hyunggu smile again anyway, which was the aim of the comment.)

During sex he cried just as easily, quick to tears if edged or over-stimulated, full on sobbing whenever he got the paddle. It was one of your favorite things about him, how responsive he was to everything, how unashamed of these things he was.

So, in short, Hyunggu crying was never really an issue and usually not a cause for concern.

It’s when you get home and he sees you, smiling and shining with love seconds before he crumples, voice evaporating midway through “welcome back” that you know there’s something seriously wrong.

He’s not laughing it off, his fingers clenched into fists as he ducks his head and clenches his eyes shut, shoulders hunched and bending inwards as if he was trying to physically protect his vulnerable front from the world. He tries to speak again and ends up just cramming one of his fists against his teeth, trembling.

“Oh, honey..” You have to draw him into your arms since he doesn’t move towards you at all, and he resists at first, keeping his arms stiff at his sides while simply resting his forehead on your shoulder. “What happened?”

It’s your question that gets to him, and he melts into your warmth, hands flying up to clutch at your sweater. You cup the back of his head and let him cry into your neck, his sobs nearly silent but still just loud enough you can hear them.

It’s breaking your fucking heart.

He never does answer your questions, just eventually stops crying and keeps his arms wrapped around you while you go about your tasks until you finally give up and sit down on the couch with him, letting him curl against your side. He falls asleep almost instantly, tear tracks on his face at heartbreaking odds with how relaxed he now looks.

When you ask Jinho about it later you get vague explanations – the elder is clearly keeping anything regarding the issue close to his chest, and eventually you stop pressing. As annoying as it was to not know, you understood why he was so intent on keeping it private, especially if it involved their career. (And while his not-an-answer-answer didn’t totally sate your worry, you knew Jinho was just as capable of taking care of Hyunggu as you were, and you trusted him to make these kinds of decisions just as he trusted you to do the same.)

Later that night Hyunggu automatically gets the middle position in bed – he blushes intensely at the combined concentration on him, usually so cocky about being the center of attention but shy this time in the wake of his breakdown, hides his flush in Jinho’s shoulder as you kiss down his neck with tongue and teeth.

Everything is kept soft that night, sweet and sensual, and when Jinho slots his mouth against Hyunggu’s you watch them in a sort of lovestruck daze. Despite all the hardships, you really never thought it possible to feel this happy and content in life.

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You press a hand on Jinho’s lower back and force him into more of an arch, fucking into him aggressively – he splays out his hand in front of him and sobs, cock dangling heavy and abused between he and the wall. His hands are in fists after having been ordered not to touch himself, and it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard when all he wants is to reach down and wrap his fingers around himself, a single touch is really all he needs to finally get the release he’s seeking –

It’s almost painful, how often you can hit his prostate dead-on with your infamous strap-on, and he bites his tongue hard enough he tastes blood. A few rooms away are the rest of his members, Hyunggu included, and while it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t been caught before (you were still apologizing to Changgu for what he’d walked in on) it still sent a sharp thrill down to his stomach to try not to get caught again.

Not that it was easy – he wasn’t exactly known for his deep or quiet voice. You were pretty sure he’d been heard more often than you’d been caught.

“I’m –“ His voice is thin, and he has to swallow once before beginning again, body stiffening after a particularly hard thrust. “I’m so – so close..” The moans he’d been fighting so hard to keep silent slip from his mouth as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, stalling your hips in favor of taking his cock in hand. In seconds his release is covering your hand, dripping down your knuckles – he reaches to help keep the mess minimal but ends up just gripping your wrist tightly, head lolling back and eyes closing.

Jinho slides down the wall to his knees once you pull out, full-body trembling as he rests his forehead against the smooth, cool surface. He’s breathing hard, shoulders heaving as he sucks in deep breaths. Your rake your fingers through his hair and he lets out one last soft moan at the feeling, how impossibly tender you are with him now that you’d completely wrecked him.

“You did well.” Your praise is like a physical balm to his exhausted body, the kiss you drop onto his lips as you hand over tissues a type of physical warmth that envelopes him and makes it impossible for a content smile not to linger on his face.

You can’t help but laugh softly after checking your phone, which garners Jinho’s attention as he pulls his clothes back on. When you show him your screen he just smiles even more and murmurs something softly about sensitive maknaes always needing attention, a scoff to his voice that doesn’t quite match his fond expression.

Hui’s text to you is stark black against the white background: Whenever you’re done corrupting our hyung you need to come out here and console Hyunggu, he’s been sulking ever since he realized what you two were doing :(

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Hyunggu makes a soft sound and you glance up at him, knee beside your face bouncing anxiously – he’s looking back at you dazedly, dark hair ruffled from where he’d pushed his hand through it moments before. His teeth dig into his bottom lip and his fingers curl against the edge of the studio’s desk. His phone sits forgotten somewhere on its surface, his promise to start a V Live completely abandoned. An old recording of a live performance from Ella Fitzgerald plays quietly in the background, a track he’d intended to use as background music for the stream.

You smile and rest your head against his thigh, thumbing the head of his cock lovingly, reveling in the way his hips roll minutely into it. His breathing has turned harsh and all you’ve done so far was wrap your hand around him.

“You knew what I was going to do when I got down here.” While you’re speaking his hand reaches towards you, but a sharp glance has it hesitantly freezing before gripping the arm of the chair instead. “Didn’t you?”

He swallows hard once and nods, eyes so infinitely dark that the light reflects off of them in little astral bursts. “Y-yeah..” His voice is rough, and you drink in the sound of it. “I just – I mean, it was kind of.. hard to imagine – to come to terms with you really doing it..”

“Relax.” Your murmur is soft, and he glances at the studio door once – the unlocked studio door. He makes no move to change that. “I just want you to feel good before you meet Universe, yeah? You look so tense right now that you’d just worry them.”

You know some of the tension is because you’re right there, mouth inches from his cock and fingers looped loosely around it, but you can’t accredit yourself for all of it. He’s been undeniably strained ever since the fansign was canceled, a tightness to his shoulders every time they had to go out and perform for the cameras without an audience to dance for – not to mention the fact that ever since promotions had started he’d kept himself busy enough that the two of you hadn’t had any solo time together for about two weeks.

“So, I’m going to make you orgasm.” You say it straight-forwardly, eyebrows raised, waiting for an objection – you never get one. Hyunggu instead just shifts lower into his seat, trying to mentally prepare himself.

He knows, the moment he feels the first blindingly hot stripe licked up his cock, that he could never have been prepared.

Two weeks of abstinence has left him sensitive and more desperate than he realized, and he’s almost embarrassed by how quickly turned on he gets, the feeling of his pre-cum mixing with your saliva making his head spin.

One of his hands is half-covering his face while the other clutches at his side in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, anything – when you offer your hand it takes mere seconds before his fingers are interlacing with your own, a grounding, loving connection even as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper.

He swears he’s fucking dying.

There’s a fire in his stomach, pure white-hot flames licking at his muscles, his skin, causing sweat to collect under his shirt, and the tightness in his shoulders and neck can’t compete with the feeling building up in his hips, bone-deep and aching. He can’t do much else than breathe harshly out through his nose, eyes falling shut. It was too much effort, energy, and focus to keep them open, and he feels so completely ripped apart by your tongue and lips and fucking mouth that any of the usual sounds he makes have been stolen from him, replaced by wheezing gasps of pleasured pain.

He doesn’t manage to warn you he’s close verbally, but you recognize it anyway – his entire body locks, fingers crushing your own, and you have just enough time to pull your mouth off of him so he can cum in your hand.

Between each gasping heave of his chest he murmurs a thank you, until his words run together and he bites his tongue to stop from sounding like even more of a fool in front of you. He can feel your lips pressing tender kisses against his cock even as you clean your hand off, and he can’t stop the way he shakes at the feeling.

Tears are caught in his lashes by the time you’re finished, and you cup his feverish face in your hands and draw him towards you, pressing more kisses against his eyelids. He is an absolute wreck, emotionally and physically, so when you try to remove your hands and he grasps for them and keeps them pressed to his collar you let him do as he pleases.

“You feel better, sweetheart?” Your words aren’t answered, but you keep talking all the same. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Perfect and wonderful and talented, and so so good. You know I love you, right? Because I do, so much, Hyunggu, I love you so much.”

He sniffs, finally pulling one of his hands away to scrub furiously at his face, a watery sounding laugh escaping him – and you know he’s okay now, safe to be left on his own. Still, you linger in the room until he’s fully composed, checking his appearance in his phone’s camera. When he catches you watching him through it he smiles, a genuine smile that drags at your heart and makes your knees feel weak.

“I love you too.” He’s saying it late, but that doesn’t mean he means it any less. When you press your lips to his all you can think of is how you’d give anything to make sure he kept smiling like that.

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Love, you think, can be shown in many different ways. One of the biggest is seeing Jinho under the covers, nestled down on his phone, waiting for you to come and join him before he falls asleep.

“You should have gone to sleep!” Your chiding is gentle and so affectionate that it loses any edge you’d wanted it to have had. “You’ve been complaining about being tired so often – why wouldn’t you take advantage of any free time you had?”

“It’ll be better with you.” His answer is so direct and short that you can’t help but laugh – his face crinkles into a smile at the sound, and he pats the empty space next to him invitingly.

By the time you’re ready to crawl into bed with him he’s become restless, and as soon as you’re semi-laying down you find yourself being clung to. His head rests easily on your chest, fingers curling into your night-shirt, lashes dark against his skin as he heaves a sigh that relaxes his entire body.

“Sweet dreams.” You whisper your words into his hair, one hand at the base of his skull and the other on his back. He doesn’t respond with much more than an acknowledging hum, already slipping into a deep sleep.

You’re not tired at all, but you settle down anyway, content with stroking fingers through his hair. The resulting silence is almost suffocating, but you don’t find it uncomfortable – there’s a warmth in your bones that isn’t from the blankets or the body on top of you, a harsh lurch in your chest that flows through your veins. It’s almost staggering how much you care for the man asleep on you.

Yes, love didn’t have to be verbally exclaimed. Actions could show your devotion to someone just as well.

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“Stay still now, honey.” You smooth a hand over Hyunggu’s sweat slicked chest, his breathing an endless staccato that matched in time with the fluttering of your innermost walls around his thoroughly abused cock. “Just relax.”

It was so easy for you to say that, laying yourself down on top of him and pillowing your head on your forearms across his collarbones, a comforting weight that would have been soothing if not for the blinding heat surrounding him. Every time he started to relax one of you would shift and painful electric shocks would shoot through his nerves all over again.

“I’m not good at this sort of thing..!” Hyunggu’s mewls are lost to your lips, and he switches from whining with words to letting out pathetic sounds into your mouth, pliant despite his protests. He can already feel himself hardening again despite knowing it wasn’t what you wanted.

“Baby, I’m not in the mood to go again.” Pet-names flow from your mouth like a stream as you apologize, pressing kisses against his cheeks and temple. “I thought you’d be able to handle this sort of thing by now.” More kisses are dotted in between his shaky “me too”, and his sucked in breath becomes a thin and fragile moan as you slowly rise up and off him. “Maybe you’ll get lucky, sweetheart, and Jinho will –“

“I’m back!” The very first thing he’s greeted with upon arrival is the sight of Hyunggu staring at him hungrily as his essence drips from your slit in viscous rivulets. His cheerful, upbeat demeanor is frozen on his face as a congenial smile, even as his mind flashes to dark places and he swears he can suddenly taste the combined arousals from the both of you on his tongue.

“Broke him.” Hyunggu’s soft laugh is breathless and aroused, even as he pushes himself up and tries to cover his bottom half with the sheets, as if being shielded would make everyone forget about how red and wet his cock was at the moment.

Jinho’s gaze locks with yours briefly, assessing the room – at your small nod his fingers are unzipping his jacket, losing it to the floor somewhere as he tugs his shirt over his head. Fading bruises swarm his naturally tanned skin, still a bit purple but not nearly dark enough for your liking. You’d gotten so much shit for that, from his stylists and bandmates and everyone else except for him who had worn them with a type of embarrassed pride, ducking his head and not looking at all upset that he’d had to cover up for their performance.

The bed dips as he crawls onto it, Hyunggu’s swallow audible in your ear as Jinho reaches for your bare calf tentatively, settles on his stomach and rests his head on your crossed ankles. He’s always been the more obedient one, knowing that he’d end up more satisfied if he played by your rules.

“You should learn from Jinho.” Hyunggu scoffs at your words, wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel the tension in his forearms threaded across your midriff, the way his hands grip at his own skin to keep himself from taking the pleasure he wants so badly. Jinho, meanwhile, has crawled up your body with the behest of a single one of your fingers hooked beneath his chin, gaze glassy.

“I’ll clean up after him..?” Jinho’s statement shifts to a question last second, dark eyes switching to his dongsaeng briefly – there’s a strange feeling at parodying the hierarchical ladder they usually exist in, the idea that as the eldest hyung Jinho had to clean up after the messes Hyunggu made. It feels.. wrong, in a very satisfying way, to apply that logic to a sexual encounter.

At a nod from you his tongue darts out, tentative and shy at first – you let out a sigh of encouragement and contentment, fingers threading through his dark hair. He tilts his head into your hand and closes his eyes, shuffling forward the last few centimeters so he can attach his lips to you. Hyunggu’s chin has come to rest on your shoulder as he watches Jinho work with eyes that are equally dark as they are sparkling, intense hunger for the moment overridden by a sort of awed reverence as he observes how his elder pays tribute to you.

Even once you are clean he doesn’t let up, continues to lap and suck as he was instructed until you are content and release your grip on his hair, fingers trailing down his cheek to his chin. Lips slick with saliva curl into a smile at your gentle touch, eyelids fluttering open.

“Take notes, Hyunggu.” Your words are lost to the younger, who was still staring at Jinho intently with eyes blown wide – whether or not he was going to be able to recollect any of this was up for debate, more likely to remember everything as a blur of sexual need.

“I think he does an okay job already.” Jinho’s voice is slightly rough as he speaks, grinning widely when you shoot him a look before becoming conveniently focused on taking his pants off. Your gaze burns into his back as he does so, filling him with a giddy sort of excitement. He knew you weren’t actually upset, maybe a bit miffed at most.

“Just come here, you mouthy little thing.” You reach out to him and he goes to you instantly, posture suddenly less open, doing his best to fade into your commanding aura. His body language was always so easy for you to read, even without the very obvious sign of his arousal out on full display now.

Jinho nestles onto his back, squirming a bit until he’s comfortable – he doesn’t stop squirming until you wrap an arm around him and guide his head to rest on your inner shoulder, a convenient place for him if you want to be able to drop a kiss to his temple. (Or just an easy way to make him feel small and protected all over, since he could turn his head and have it buried in your chest with your arms around him.)

Hyunggu’s plastered against your back, practically vibrating at this point, his cock an annoying bother poking into your side. Jinho notices his intense gaze and flushes, amused and embarrassed in equal measure.

“I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or eat me.” Jinho’s comment has Hyunggu flushing this time, ducking his head – it wipes away the ravenous expression that has lingered ever since Jinho got home, replacing it with a type of happy embarrassment. Being teased by one of you always made him feel warm inside, accepted, instead of ridiculed.

“Fuck you.” He promises, and then dips his head to nip at your shoulder impatiently. You can feel his tongue dart out against your skin before he’s trailing open-mouthed kisses towards your neck, too riled up for his own good.

“Then you’re focused on the wrong person..” Jinho’s grumbling is met by your laughter, a gentle tug at the crook of Hyunggu’s arm to direct him away from you and towards his real goal. A bruise blooms along the gentle sweeping of Jinho’s hipbone, left behind by Hyunggu as he gets into position. His fingers frame it nicely, surrounding but never pressing down on it.

“Fuck..” It’s more a whimper than anything else, Jinho’s nails digging into your arm as you press kisses to his furrowed brow. Hyunggu trails his hands up his hyung’s side, willing him to relax, to take all of him. A low groan is tugged from Hyunggu’s chest at the feeling.

Jinho squirms once Hyunggu bottoms out, clearly uncomfortable – it’s not uncommon for him to take a while to acclimate to the stretch, and the two of you have become pros at soothing him until he does. It takes a little while, but between your soft caresses against his face and Hyunggu’s open-mouthed kisses against his neck his shifting becomes more needy and less pained.

To be completely honest, you were incredibly impressed with Hyunggu’s self-control – for someone who had been so horny he’d barely remembered the need to prep he was being immensely tender to Jinho, holding as still as possible until he was given the okay to move. Even over-come by lust he was always so thoughtful.

“Perfect boy.” The compliment comes out instantly, not directed at either of them but instead just said to the room – Jinho, feeling exposed, tucks his face into your shoulder while Hyunggu lowers his head and smiles, edges softening just a bit at such blatant love.

You apologize for killing the mood by wrapping your fingers around Jinho’s cock, paying extra attention to the pre-cum trailing down its side – it causes a chain reaction of movements that culminate in hands grabbing hard at hips and mouths falling open helplessly, a beautiful display of the best kind of agony.

Lithe fingers tug at yours insistently until you allow them to take your place, dark eyes watching you as you watch Hyunggu take over. He’s more aggressive with his touch than you are, falling into the same pace his hips are making, and Jinho’s moan gets lodged in his throat as a choke, muscles tightening.

“Ohh –“ Hyunggu’s back bows and his forehead knocks against Jinho’s collarbone, hips pressing as close to the elder as he can – you can tell by the way he’s just folded that the orgasm took him completely by surprise. Jinho, even with his eyes squeezed shut and his mind somewhere far away, pushes his hand through Hyunggu’s hair comfortingly. It makes your heart ache with adoration.

“Hyunggu, baby, Jinho hasn’t cum yet.” Your gentle scolding has the younger trying to move again, rising up on trembling forearms, weak thrusts that are uncoordinated and shaky yet make Jinho cry out all the same. “I know you must be so sensitive by now, you’re doing so good.”

Jinho’s bottom lip has been torn to shreds and his hips roll against Hyunggu’s, doing the job for him as he chases after his orgasm with a single-minded mentality – his eyes are squeezed shut but he still turns his face into your shoulder, pants open-mouthed against your bare skin as you hug him closer to you.

“Can’t –“ Hyunggu is shaking, his head bowed and back arched, shuddering – everything is too much for him now, pleasure white-hot and bursting across his vision in a way that makes him more than dizzy, makes him feel close to fainting. He knows he’s supposed to be doing something, moving his hand for some reason, but he really can’t remember why anymore – he feels slender fingers wrap around his own, his hyung’s fingers, and they’re moving again and Jinho is moaning louder now and he’s not really sure what’s happening with the way his head is spinning but he’s glad Jinho sounds like he feels good. “I can’t –“

“You can, baby, I know you can.” You hold out your free hand, the one not on Jinho’s shoulder, and Hyunggu cranes his head towards it and presses a kiss to your palm, lets your thumb slip past his plush lips. “Just a little bit longer.” His silent moan can be felt vibrating through your fingertip, hips twitching. Jinho is still making enough noise on his own for three people, the hand that’s not occupied curled so tightly into the bedsheets you’re almost positive they’ll be cramping later.

He stops moving entirely when Jinho seizes and then thrashes violently, the same fingers that had been guiding his hand now wrapped so tightly around them that they begin to lose feeling. (He manages to crack his eyes open to send you a grateful glance when you reach out and loosen them, drawing Jinho’s hand into your own instead.)

Jinho’s pants are high and exhausted, covered in his own cum and sweat from exertion, and you can tell from the way Hyunggu’s biting his lip that he isn’t going to be able to crash over the edge himself this time – you quietly tap his shoulder and all the tension drains out of his body immediately as he takes your cue to finally pull out. He and Jinho make a sound that is so surprisingly similar you wonder which one of them picked it up from the other.

“So tired..” Hyunggu collapses across Jinho’s legs and neither of them move after that – you stifle a laugh and disentangle yourself from them both, going in search of washcloths and comfortable outfits they could easily pull on.

It’s a bit of an ordeal to work around two limp and exhausted bodies, but as someone who was used to dealing with two idols who were constantly over-worked (or over-sexed) you had it down to an art form, and both of your boys are fast asleep in a tangle of limbs under the covers and in soft clothes in short order.

It gives you time to settle down next to them and just breathe, safe in this little pocket of time and space the three of you had managed to carve out and solidify for yourselves. When you glance over at them they’re dead to the world, and to be completely honest you’re not totally sure where one of them ends and the other begins. You like it that way, though.

In fact, you liked everything about this, the way they made your life feel a little brighter or warmer, how it was so easy to connect with one or both of them despite how rarely your projected paths would usually cross unless one of the three of you didn’t actively change courses to make it happen.

The gravity that love had was seemingly inescapable, and you were immensely grateful for it.

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THE EVER CHANGING STORY OF LUNARIS (reader insert romance)

SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS AND PLACES ECT. DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY WERE MADE BY LUNARIS GAMES FOR THE INTERACTIVE VISUAL NOVEL "WHEN THE NIGHT COMES" AVAILABLE EITHER FROM THIER WEBSITE OR ON ITCH. THE COVER IS ALSO FROM LUNARIS GAMES (ITS THIER PIN SET FOR SALE ON THIER SITE)

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This is a project I started to maintain my boredom so ill be using the characters from a really great visual novel called when the night comes written by lunaris. go check it out! ill be writing about all the characters including you being the x reader. after I've introduced the plot and characters and if i have enough readers, ill let you guys pick who I right the first romance ending with, the endings will probably have a bit of smut so if your just wanting to know the story you don't have to read the romantic endings

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Chapter One: Unwelcome Start

My feet are killing me and its hot and dark, I'm walking through unfamiliar woods. All I can smell is tree leaves decaying and pine. To fill you in without telling you my life story and having a pity party, I'm one of the few shifting Dire Wolves left. We are a dying breed since people and monsters were coexisting now, I'm over joyed about the mixing of the populations but as the wolves breed with humans our ability to shift is slowing leaving as the generations grow. I on the other hand wasn't liked by much of anyone. I grew up around old town human folk. Both parents had been killed by townsfolk and luckily the little who girl found me as a puppy was nice enough to bring me to her home. That little girl became my life. Her blonde hair reminded me of wheat in the fall and she smelled of old moth balls and freshly cooked bacon. Kasey was a lonely child born a bastard and then left alone when her mom left into town one day. She didn't come home that night. She had the kindest eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul and hers was broken and glued back together so many times that you couldn't recognize her original beauty. She brought me to a little cabin back in the woods where I stayed with her and her grandmother. I stayed out of school because at the time freaks weren't exactly normal. I learned everything through Kasey and her homework as I grew up. We played in the old field through the woods and down an old forgotten gravel road. She would always tease me about my ears but she loved my big bushy tail. Kasey was a pure soul and sometimes id have to remind her how special she was especially during the times to come. She became ill in late fall, losing her ability to walk and becoming more and more pale from the lack of sunlight. We were told she had an immune issue that couldn't be fix with the medicine we had then and magic was a cure but was also out of the question since anyone who was seen as a witch was seen as a harm to the community and burned at the stake. It wasn't that way in the big towns with lots of people coming and going bustling about, but down here in the boon dock of the forgotten swamp everyone had the same opinion. anything new and different was and and therefore had to be destroyed.

When I was around six Kasey succumb to her unfortunate circumstances in her sleep and she took her welcome with her. I think that maybe it was one of the few mercies I've ever seen god do for someone. After she died the grandmother, already being on her last years, passed not long after that. With nothing holding me to that little shack in the woods I moved on. I was never given a name and so along the way I've figured out who and what I am. Remind me to tell you that one later on, I've been walking for a few days with my satchel made from rabbit fur with old shoe laces holding it together, Kasey in her better days stayed bored in her old pink bedroom reading the same book she had on the old bookcase in the living room. Her grandmother went to the market in town most days to sell her vegetables. she would bring us home sweets and toys. For Kasey's birthday she bought her a bag of fabric rabbit fur and some thread and needles to teach her to sew hoping that would cure her boredom. A few months before she passed, she hurriedly finished off the synch bag with one of her shoelaces from her boots. That bag is the one I have with me now. My clothes and few days worth of food is in it as well. I had been shifted into my wolf form going on 48 hours now and my (F/C favorite color ) fur was now stained with mud and leaves from the nights sleep in a dug out hole. The last sign of civilization was back in my home town. it was now night time again and had seen no sign of a town any where close. It was getting dark and my joints were burning from the pain of walking. I quickly found a soft spot in the ground digging up a little hole to lay in for the night. The woods around me creaked with shifting wood and wind rustling the foliage. Harry had become the governor a while back suddenly disappeared recently in his home base in Lunaris. That's where Kasey's grandmother went for hours everyday to be a part of the market so I decided to see if there was anywhere I could stay and maybe get a job and start a life for myself. All this time I had no real name, Kasey never named me. She wanted me to be able to choose it for myself and I'm now 20 in human years. Our bodies aged in human instead of dog years another kind of pro with the watering down of the generations. I had gone through all of Kasey's family and school friends, even people she heard the name of by passing by in church, I'd heard all the names and thought about them and said them all out loud the see how they role off the tongue and I finally settled on (Y/N) tonight.

I had fallen asleep at some point and shifted back into human form curling around my bag to protect it from the outside. Suddenly the ground around me started to shake and the foliage covering the entrance to the den started to shake loose and fall in. At this point I'm wide awake and have my back to the wall and head in a snarl towards the entrance not knowing why or what had shaken the ground so harshly. I smell a fowl smell that reeks of something I've never smelled before. It began to burn my nose like alcohol or whatever grandma had in the wash rooms for spring cleaning. I heard twigs breaking and a long groan that howled with the wind. My heart was racing not knowing what to expect to come through the entrance and that's when I saw the light from the moon blocked by a large shadow. I braced for a fight when suddenly it let out a yelp of pain as I see two or three other shadows chase it to the right of the hole. Lots of yelling from men and women can be heard along with lots of new smells. All of them had hints of sweat and fear but some of them were odd. One was carried in on a breath of lavender and honey and the other of burnt wood like a fire place. One also smelled like chocolate and for a split second I smelled the familiar canine sent, Another wolf or maybe a half breed Lykan. I laid there and listened as the group seemed to quickly dominate whatever that creature was and if there's a group of hunters then there has to be a town. I wait for the noise to die out before I stick my head out of the hole to check my area. I look at the position of the moon and start to get a better idea of how long I was asleep. I think it must have been at least 3 in the morning. I grabbed my bag and pulled myself out of the hole, shaking off loose dirt and changing myself back into that big furry wolf I've become used to and walk towards where I heard the commotion to catch the scent of where they had gone. The creature they fought was dead on the ground covered in its black oozing blood. It looked like a genetic mutation of some kind gone very wrong and the smell almost could knock you out, if your a dog that is. I heard a snap of a twig in the distance and that's when I caught the scent of a dying summer, decaying flowers and dying memories.

I see a blue glow coming from an object a few feet in front of me hidden in the darkness of the trees, whatever it was it made it very clear that I was unwelcome and that I was seen as a threat. I bent neck down feeling the hair along my spine start to stand on end as I snarled my teeth in the direction of the ominous blue glow. Suddenly the tense feeling in the air dropped, you could feel the tension melt away and in that second the strange creature pushes forward into the moonlight. A man with golden eyes and a mechanical arm moves forward looking with his hands raised. "My names Finnegan and I know you wont hurt me because your not just any wolf am I right?" The sudden question brushes me as weird and out of place but regardless it only makes me all the more persistent that he not come any closer. He stops in his tracks and sits in the tall grass he had been previously standing in. We sat there like that for what seems like forever and he seemed to feel talkative because he asked question after question. I looked around to think of what direction I wanted to go in order to get away from here .

"You know it would be easier to go to Lunaris." he said picking at something under his nails. I look at him tilting my head, can he hear my thoughts? I didn't think humans could do such things but he didn't look like a human. Not with the fangs like that and those pointed ears. "No I'm not human I'm a vampire, I live in Lunaris with my friends. I actually have a Lykan friend as well so you wont be alone." I bent my ears back in annoyance, tired of the vamp imposing on my thoughts. I decided I would speak with him but not in this form. As a Lykan I could still stay able to protect myself and be able to speak to this other freak of nature in front of me. In order to do so I'd have to get away from this vampire long enough to cover myself. Almost instantly the vamp got up causing me to jump. "There's a graveyard a little ways from here, you can shift and change in the maintenance shed. As I'm sure you heard earlier there are some odd creatures in these woods so ill walk you to town myself. Then I can take you to Ezra and have him give you a once over." he began to walk and turned around about five feet away to ask if I was going to follow, I decide that this town might be a start to a weird series of events. We made our way through the woods to a small path of cleared trees and some sand, we followed that to the graveyard behind a large church like building and that's when I saw the small shed. "I'll stand behind the shed towards the woods I'm sure nobody is awake so you shouldn't have to worry about townsfolk." I shifted back into my Lykan form and hurry into the shed. My (hair length) (H/Color) hair fell over my face as I shoved myself into my tight jeans and put my long sleeve white shirt on. my ears still sat on the top of my head and my tail is swishing back and forth in anticipation of how this town was going to accept a new comer and a freak at that. I threw on the hoodie I had found hanging on a tree on my way out of my old town, probably left by one of the boys in the old town. I smoothed my fur down and walked out of the shed with my bag in my hands, I peaked my head around the corner and caught the golden eyes of the man called Finnegan as he's leaned against the shack with his arms crossed.

I walk up to him with my arm wrapped around my bag and offered him the other. "My names (y/n), sorry about the weird introduction but I really just have no clue where I am or where I'm going." he grinned and studied me before opening up and talking again. "You cleanup really well don't you (y/n)." I simply lowered my head as a response and shrugged my shoulders. " It would suck to have to stay as wolf all the time because I'm just to ugly to look at as a Lykan." he laughs flashing his fangs and approaching me and taking my hand pulling me closer to him to where we were inches apart. "Ugly is one thing you aren't, if your this pretty as a Lykan then I cant wait to see you in human form" he then snuck his arm around my waist turning me around as he began to walk to the town. "How did you know I could do that?" I stopped him and I could see his grin form as he turned around to meet my eyes. "I've been alive a long time (y/n). when the old man who sired me was alive he'd tell us stories of the dire wolves that lived in the forest in the mountains. He would tell us stories of how they had almost repopulated in a town not far from here, completely unannounced to the world growing among the town folk." he looked away suddenly his essence changed from one of wisdom and confidence to one of remorse and sadness. He began to walk once again motioning for me to follow. "That is until the townsfolk caught wind of such rumors. He banded together the higher ups and went through exposing half the town to be," he grimaces as if saying the name leaves a sour taste in his mouth, "werewolves as the humans put it." We had just made it through a small alley leading too a large stone road. This is the first time I've heard the real story aloud of what happened to my parents that day. Suddenly I didn't feel much like talking anymore and the vampire noticed this as we made it to the closed up and dark market side of town. Large tents and shacks were on both sides of the road, I'm sure it looks much nicer when its open and bustling with people. "I'll have to show it to you." he says suddenly again answering my thoughts as if id said them aloud. "You know Finn I love your interest in me but I think its kind of of rude to read others thoughts right?" His eyes suddenly dart away and clears his throat, "Not if the person has particularly loud thoughts but I do see what you mean. Nasty habit it is, been aiming to fix that." We both laugh for a bit and then he heads for a door on the right side of the road raising his metal arm to touch the door. When his hand makes contact, Finn says a few words in another language and his arm burst to life flowing with blue lights. The door makes a noise and a shield seams to lower into Finn's hand as he opens the door. He pulls me in and I'm immediately overwhelmed at the smells around me, some fragrant like perfumes and others dirty like burning wood. He had shelves of boxes and books, homemade spells and food with jars of candy lining the shelves.

Finn puts the wards back up and leads me to the kitchen where he sits me down at the wooden table across from the couch and the wall covered in art work, "Wait here while I run upstairs and get the witch you just relax and think if anything hurts or needs to be looked at." with Finns vampy speed skills he vanishes up the stairs to get this so called witch, I certainly do hope I don't meet the same fate as my parents once did in this town years ago. I here rustling and movement up the stairs as a dark skinned man comes running to me with worried eyes and open arms. he cups my face in his hands and scans me over for any sign of blood or wounds. "Finnegan she looks alright, you made her out to be as if she'd been attacked." He looks back at Finn letting go of my face in order to hit him in the head just enough to scuffle his hair. He then turns around to me and straightens up his robe and his curly mop of hair, I hold out my hand to introduce myself and he grabs it with both hands pulling me in with a smile. "I'm Ezra and this my little spells and Knick knack shop." he has a strange contagious happiness that causes my worries and doubts to slip away. He rubs his hand through my hair making his way to my ears checking for ticks and mites since my ears are much different from human ears. "Are you ok," He says we a worry filled smile and motions me to sit down, I obey as my feet have become numb after so many days of walking. He reaches into his shelves and pulls out a kettle and a metal box of herbs and tea bags for homemade blends. "Go on love what happen? Why are you out in the woods at this hour?" I yawned in response of all their questions and simply said, "No disrespect Ezra but I'm exhausted and my feet are throbbing, I think the walking has caught up to me." He nods knowing what I mean. Ezra hands me a cup of tea and some cookies from a jar up in the cabinet. "Right I'm sorry. Let me help Finn out and I'll come back and run you a bath with herbs and salts to get you well rested and ready for tomorrow." He and Finn stepped to a hatch underneath the rug in Ezra's common quarters. I took a few cookies sneaking them into my bag so that I can eat them later as well, they were ( favorite kind ) cookies and i couldn't resist the temptation to stuff my face.

Finn calls my name waving as he disappears into the hole and Ezra closes it back up and covers it again. "Alright now to get you all set, come with me up stairs." I follow behind slowly hating every step up those stairs but it was well worth it when I made it. He had a big circle tub surrounded in stone, it looked to be able to fit two people and the water come up pretty high. The twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling were different shades of blue purple and pink with a magical blue flamed candle hanging on the wall in a glass case. The tub was filled with steaming water and flower petals, the room smelled of pine and mint with citrus chopped up into slices and dropped into the water. Bubbles had covered the top of the water like snow and smelled like lavender and honey. His bathroom was pure happiness and love expressed in his home. "Now this bath should help your muscles not be sore in the morning and it should help you fall asleep tonight, I hate to ask but should I check you for ticks or scratch's anywhere on you?" I shrugged as my body was still covered in fur and it could be hiding anything but I was so self conscious about my body that I wouldn't dare ask for his help with this task. I point my head down and hugged myself as if to comfort myself. Ezra looked at me with kind eyes and hands me a towel, "Its ok if you aren't comfortable with it, just promise me you'll come and let me take any off for you. They carry lime disease and other things that can harm you!" as he goes to grab the handle to leave I grab his arm. I muster up all the courage I can and whispered, "Can you stay and help me Ezra?" He smiles and blushes slightly, wrapping me in a hug, "of course!" He closes the door and stays turned around as I take my clothes that I have on now off and grab the robe from the wall and cover myself. "Alright your ok to look now." I say in a small voice. "Alright I'm gonna start with your legs and work my way up and after your done you can use my cats flea shampoo to make sure everything is clean and gone. I nod my head agreeing and let him begin, he rubs his soft hands over my paw pads massaging as he goes looking for any bumps or imperfections. He comes across a tick that had made itself at home on my inner thigh , he poked and prodded at it for a few minutes but it was resistant to all his attempts. "You know fur is great but I just don't think I could do a full body of it." He laughs and I return his joke with a giggle of my own. "Would it be easier if there was no fur?" I ask searching his face for his reaction. At first he looks confused and he seemed to be racking his brain for what I could be saying. "Well I'm certainly not going to shave you if that's what your asking." he smiles and we both laugh. I trusted Ezra I didn't sense any type of misjudgment or threat coming from this simple witch.

I began to shift into my human form and my leg grew smaller in his hand and the once thick course fur is now bare soft human skin. The robe that was a perfect fit before, is now hanging down off my shoulders. It draped around me like a sheet and Ezra had stayed quiet so far, only staring wide eyed and enchanted at the sight. My hair falls in front of my face as I smile at him, "Is that any better?" He's still not said a word so far, just staring at my face and rubbing my legs searching for the fur that was no longer there. "Now how did you do that? spell? hallucinations? Are you even a wolf?" He seems stunned and unsure of what to say, he did however have lots of questions some of which I could answer and others was searching for myself. We talked while taking the ticks that had made themselves at home on me off finally, burning them as he went. his hands glided over me like soap and his hands felt like heaven against my skin. "I'm honestly stunned I didn't think of it before you told me, I remember in school they use to mention small things about dire wolves but they never dove into that chapter which I guess was because you guys were believed to have died out long ago. but behold!" he places some bubbles on my he'd and smiles so wide that his eyes look squinty. "your here1 So obviously the world didn't lose all of its beautiful one of a kind dire wolves." What a sweet happy minded guy, he seemed to only be able to see the silver lining and if he could see the other side of things then he hides his emotions very well. It didn't take much for the mud and dirt that was previously there to fall away into the soapy water. Ezra had gone to make himself a cup of tea and was waiting in his room for when I was done. My hair had been shampooed and I washed my body with the bar of soap sitting on the side of the tub. It was green and purple but see through, there was a small flower in the middle and there seemed to be small beads in the soap that came out as you washed. It smelled like roses and vanilla, the smell reminded me of Ezra. Soon I got out and dried myself off with the lavender towel Ezra had left behind, throwing the robe on and heading to where Ezra had said his room was. He had laid out a large t-shirt and a pair of women's shorts? I hadn't seen a women in here before and no-one had said anything about a wife or girlfriend ... maybe they were a friend of his, at least that's what I'm hoping. As soon as my head hit the soft feather pillow I drifted off into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of of cookies, flowers, and Ezra? oh, Finnigan as well. Seems I simply cant escape the happenings of tonight or the past. My memories slowly drift back to that little blonde haired girl I had loved once before.

(A/N) The picture at the top is of the characters mentioned in this from the game when the night comes. if you haven't read it You should defiantly take a look before you dive into this so that you can fall in love with the characters before reading other peoples interpretations of their personalities. I personally feel like I couldn't dream of reaching the level of dedication that the creator of the game had for their characters.

I also have a second chapter out on wattpad you can find it here.

https://my.w.tt/i2iNayX8mbb

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↳ Index [#07 Act Seven: Hearts Come Together]

Warnings: awkward tension & misunderstandings, fighting & more misunderstandings lmao

Wordcount: 8k

“D-do you want to w-walk together?” Yoongi asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sure I’d love to”, you smile.

“Cool”, he murmurs, smiling softly.

You walk down the familiar path, past the many small houses and little shops and over the wooden bridge on which the lamp posts shine.

“You know I have never seen where you live”, you break the silence.

“It’s b-boring. You d-don’t want to see it”, he answers.

He kicks a little stone, it rolls off the bridge, landing in the water. Waves dance over the surface, small circles turn into bigger ones, big circles turn into even bigger ones. In perfect harmony they coexist. You both had watched the circles dance on the water’s surface, standing next to each other as each of you held onto the wooden railing.

“I’m sure it’s not”, you assure him.

You turn to him, leaning your hip against the railing. You love how his nose looks in the lighting, how it curves perfectly and how his philtrum casts a faint shadow as it connects his button nose with his doll-like lips.

Yoongi chuckles, it’s quiet and if it wasn’t for the silence of the evening you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. His eyes begin to sparkle in excitement, the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

“Are you indirectly a-asking me to, to show you my home?”

You shrug your shoulders, not daring to look at him, feeling nervous.

“Maybe I am”, you mumble.

Yoongi takes a quick glance at you, before he starts to blush.

“You can say no of course, I just wanted to, I don’t know, spend a little more time with you. Now that you are so busy with practice”, you confess.

“With me? W-why?” Yoongi gasps, his eyes widened.

You look at him, not quite believing that he still doesn’t realise how much fun it is to spend time with him.

“Because I like hanging out with you.”

“Oh”, his lips form an o-shape, his cheeks are flushed pink.

He looks so cute, it makes you giggle fondly.

“And besides I’m sure you haven’t had a proper meal in days. I can’t let you go to bed on an empty stomach”, you add.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. One side of his body screams at him to run, overwhelmed by your affection, whilst the other half tells him to stay and finally accept your kindness. This is all so new to him, so foreign but all so, so...Amazing, it feels amazing.

“Is it t-that obvious?” he almost sounds embarrassed that he was caught.

“Kind of yeah”, you chuckle.

It makes Yoongi laugh too, his chest feels so warm.

“So what is your answer?”

A moment of silence, only the rushing of the stream can be heard and the distant honk of a car.

“O-okay”, he mumbles, nodding furiously.

“Cool”, you swallow down your squeal, “I’m happy.”

The both of you don’t take the usual right turn as you always do when Yoongi walks you home, but instead he leads you straight down the road. You had never been in this area so every new house you pass by is exciting to you. Yoongi, who had very much noticed your obvious interest in this place, smiles to himself, looking to the side so you wouldn’t be able to see it.

“I’m already really g-good at t-the piece”, he says proudly.

You look at him.

“Are you? I’m happy for you.”

Yoongi nods, smiling in a thin line.

“I didn’t like it at first. I thought it’s too b-boring for a competition b-but now I really like it.”

“Yes I was quite surprised myself when I read the required piece, I really thought they would choose Liszt so seeing Beethoven's name on the paper surprised me a lot.”

“Me too. They probably chose it because Liszt would be t-too hard for m-most students.”

You snort, sending Yoongi an amused look.

“Do I hear an ounce of cockiness in your voice right now?”

Yoongi grins in a lopsided smile, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m just saying.”

You chuckle. This newfound confidence suits him, making your heart race all the more.

“Do you think I will be able to listen to it soon? I’m already so curious to hear.”

“Uhm”, Yoongi coughs, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “I d-don’t k-know. M-maybe?” he stutters, blushing.

“Or perhaps it would be better if Taehyung listened to you first. After all, you have known him longer than me.”

“No!” Yoongi blurts out, startling you.

You stare at him with big eyes.

He is cringing. He didn’t plan on yelling right now, why on earth did his body betray him like that. He feels awful, you even flinched because of him.

“I mean-“, he clears his throat, “I w-want you to be first”, he mumbles, averting his shy gaze to the ground.

You aren’t scared of him now, are you? He looks at you from the corners of his eyes. Your face glows in happiness, your eyes are sparkling and your lips smiling.

“You, you do?” you bite the tip of your tongue to stop yourself from grinning like a madwoman.

“Yes I d-do", Yoongi nods, still keeping his head lowered. He is blushing vividly right now, his whole face feels like it is burning up.

You almost seem to skip slightly with every step you take, like an excited little child at a funfair. Yoongi feels his heart speed up and his stomach clench. You are so beautiful.

“Thank you for trusting me so much”, you say and giggle.

Yoongi simply hums, nodding his head. He is lost for words right now, he doesn’t want to ruin this moment right now. He doesn't want to give you an answer because he knows that his voice would crack like the giddy man he is.

You sigh happily, looking up into the sky.

“The clouds are all gone again, you can see so many stars tonight. Look”, you point at the sky, smiling at him with sparkling eyes.

Yoongi looks up. You are right. Millions and millions of white stars twinkle on the black sky, some shine brighter than others. Butterflies dance in his stomach. He never realised how beautiful the night sky looks, how the stars paint patterns on their black canvas. A dog, some circles, a big heart. Yoongi can see paintings in the sky. Has the world always been this beautiful? He was always too busy with trying to hide the world away under a big hood and with his eyes lowered to the ground to notice. It is the first time in a long time that his head is raised and that his eyes take in the beauty. He can breathe again, in this cold winter's night he finally feels like breathing freely again.

You giggle. Your hand brushes his for the slightest bit, making his skin tingle.

“You see those stars over there. It’s a constellation, Ursa Major.”

“I do”, he says, following the path your fingers paint for him with his eyes.

“My dad always watched the stars with me when I was little, that’s why I love looking at them so much”, you smile, “he always took my hand before he walked out into the garden with me. We sat down next to the roses my mother had planted and then we just looked into the sky for what felt like hours as he showed me every constellation he could remember.”

“You must have had an amazing childhood.”

“Yeah”, you chuckle, “yeah I did. Sometimes I miss it”, you sigh sadly.

“Me too.”

“Did you also watch the stars with your father?” you look at him.

He is shaking his head, smiling sadly.

“No I didn’t. But I always went on adventures with my older brother. We lived close t-to mountains for the first d-decade of my life and, and every morning my brother would wake me up and, and t-tell me that it is time for our adventures again”, he chuckles, “I loved waking up so much b-because of t-that. We, we would spend the whole d-day in the mountains until we had t-to come home for dinner.”

“This sounds like so much fun.”

He nods his head, looking at you with smiling eyes.

“It was.”

You both sigh in contentment, looking up into the sky again. A small cloud drifts past the moon, covering its right half completely. It gets darker down on earth with the moon covered. Colder too. You both shiver.

“And now look at us, both living in a city far too big for us”, you say.

“Yeah”, he answers, sounding just as sad as you do.

“It’s so cold all of a sudden”, you not only mean the weather right now, your heart feels heavy in your chest.

“It is?” he looks at you before unwrapping the thick grey scarf from his neck. “Here take this.”

He wraps it around you, the gesture making butterflies dance in your stomach. The scarf feels soft on your skin, it is still warm from Yoongi. It smells like him.

“But what about you? Aren’t you cold too?” you tangle your fingers in his scarf, not wanting to let go.

He shakes his head, hiding his freezing fingers in the pockets of his jacket.

“I’m not, just t-take it for now. I d-don’t need it”, he mumbles.

Your cheeks heat up, your chest feels warm.

“Thank you”, you mumble before snuggling your face into his scarf and inhaling the scent.

You may be lost in a city too big for you, but with Yoongi by your side, being lost doesn’t seem that scary anymore.

Yoongi stops abruptly, seemingly on edge. He jumps from one foot to the other, fidgeting with his jacket sleeves as he looks at you with blushing cheeks.

“Y-you may have h-heard a, a lot of t-things about m-my apartment. But just-“, he sighs, “p-please d-don’t judge”, he whispers almost sadly.

You break the distance between the two of you. His eyes race between yours.

“Hey”, you touch his elbow, “you know that I don’t buy the crap people say, I won’t judge.”

Your promise seems to relax Yoongi, his fidgeting stops, his breathing returns to normal.

“Okay, w-well then we are here”, he says, pointing down a flight of stairs, which seem to lead to a cellar.

It is narrow and badly lit, definitely creepy if you were being honest. Interesting. You hadn’t expected that, you had figured he would point at one of the contemporary apartments above your heads.

Yoongi leads you down the stairs, you in front and him in the back.

“I b-bought it myself”, he says almost proudly, “It’s not b-big, but it’s still nice inside, t-trust me.”

He unlocks his door, his body close to yours in the narrow staircase. You feel the material of his jacket brush against your arm with every move he makes. The smell of his perfume tickles your nose, his face so close you would be able to kiss his cheek if only you leaned forward. Is he as affected by the close proximity as you are right now? He doesn’t seem like it at least, his eyes are fixated on the now opened door.

Thankfully humans aren’t able to hear other peoples racing heartbeats, Yoongi thinks to himself as he tries not to stare at you too much.

“Welcome to Casa del Min”, he announces as he steps through the door and lets you inside.

You laugh, finding it hilarious how he had sounded right now. Yoongi looks at you, basking in your appreciation for his joke. Cute, he thinks to himself, before a fond smile creeps up his blushing face.

“I’m honored”, you laugh, stepping inside.

Just as Yoongi had promised, the apartment looks a lot cozier inside. It is small, just one room in which the kitchen, the living room and the entrance area are. The bathroom is probably behind the closed door opposite of the entrance. The walls are painted white, fresh. Yoongi must have painted them recently.

“D-do you want a t-tour?” he asks.

“Sure why not”, you nod your head.

“Okay so h-here is the living room. I use t-the couch as m-my bed and as m-my dining table too”, he sits down on it.

“That’s some great multitasking you are doing there”, you say and chuckle, sitting down next to him.

“Y-yeah”, he says shyly.

His mind has only processed now how close you are, how your full attention is on him right now, how he could reach out and hold your hand. He swallows, feeling himself getting anxious all of a sudden.

He points at the kitchen, his head lowered.

“A-and that is, is my k-kitchen. I cook stuff t-there”, he mumbles.

He points to the closed door, his cheeks heating up.

“T-that’s m-my b-bathroom. I d-do b-bathroom stuff in t-there”, he murmurs, having to take a deep breath after finishing his sentence.

You can’t help but laugh, finding his behavior heartwreckingly endearing.

“W-why?” he asks confused.

“Nothing”, you giggle, “I just think you are really cute”, you confess, making Yoongi blush all the more.

“Oh, I, oh. I-“, he coughs, “h-hungry. Are y-you a-also hungry?” he jumps up from the couch, waddling to the kitchen and opening cupboard after cupboard.

Act natural, he thinks to himself. Don’t let her know that he is practically melting because of her words.

“W-what you want?” he has to swallow. Why does his mouth feel so dry?

“What do you have?”

You watch him scurry around, kneeling in front of an opened cupboard and taking out everything except a cooking pot. When he finally does manage to grab a pot, plastic bowls and different sized pans litter his floor.

“Ramen and s-some rice”, he has been staring into his nearly empty fridge for what feels like hours now. Why does his face still feel like it is burning up? Is the fridge turned off, why isn’t it cooling him down?

“It’s not quite the proper meal I had imagined but I won’t complain. Ramen always sounds nice”, you say, finally standing up to walk to the kitchen as well.

You step over the bowls and pans on the floor, trying your hardest not to accidentally step on one.

“I, I could walk down t-to the store if you w-want”, he suggests, pulling out his wallet.

“No Yoongi, it’s okay, don’t worry”, you send him a reassuring smile.

“R-really?”

“Yes, really. Don’t worry I like ramen”, you assure him, pouring some water into the pot, “I was just worried about you not getting enough nutrients”, you joke.

“Why me?” he is watching you with curious eyes, leaning against the fridge for support.

“Because you have been practicing day and night, giving yourself no time to eat properly”, you explain.

You pick up the package of instant ramen, Yoongi had laid out for you. Spicy chicken flavor with vegetable flakes. One of your favourites, so Yoongi is a man of taste.

“Oh”, he chuckles in embarrassment, “I just want the song t-to be great. I really want to w-win.”

You look up from the stove to send him a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure you will. You are so talented.”

Yoongi looks to the ground, hiding his giddy smile.

“T-thanks”, he mumbles, almost giggles even.

The water has finally started to cook and with a few skilled movements the ramen are in the pot, cooking happily in their spicy chicken broth. The smell is mouthwatering, making not only yours but also Yoongi’s stomach grumble.

“Just five more minutes and we can eat. Do you want an egg in yours?” you say as you walk to the fridge.

Yoongi, who had only realised now that he basically made you do everything, rips the fridge open before you can, pulling out his last two eggs.

“You, you don’t need to, to cook for me. You are my g-guest”, he says, his voice filled with guilt.

“And what if I want to?”

Yoongi tilts his head to the side, looking at you parted with lips.

“You have been working so hard, let me treat you tonight like the good friend I am”, you tell him as you take the eggs out of his hands.

His skin brushes over yours just for the slightest of moments, but it still leaves you hot all over. Friend, you almost laugh at the irony of your own words. You feel so guilty, calling him your friend but secretly wanting nothing more than to kiss those rosy cheeks of his.

You quickly turn around before your urges get the best of you, walking back to the stove. Two minutes left, the perfect time to put in the eggs and stare awkwardly long into the steaming pot.

Yoongi, who had watched you with sparkling eyes, finally gives in and walks back to the couch. He sits down, relaxing into the soft cushions. You were right, he feels so tired that he could honestly fall asleep right here and there if it wasn’t for you still being with him. What he must have done in his past to deserve someone as nice and caring as you in his life. He still doesn’t know the answer to that, probably never will. He watches you split the ramen equally into two bowls with your tongue sticking out, whilst you hum a happy melody. He doesn’t know what that warm feeling in his chest means, but he knows one thing for sure. He never wants this to end.

Once you feel satisfied with the garnish, basically some sesame seeds which came with the package, you walk to Yoongi.

“Here you go. Be careful it’s so hot”, you say, handing him the bowl of steaming noodles.

He accepts it with a content nod of his head and a quite “thank you.”

You and him take the first bite of food at the same time, both of you humming happily at the taste of chewy noodles and the flavorful chicken soup.

“There is nothing better than hot ramen at night”, you gush to which Yoongi agrees with a loud hum.

“Although my face always looks so swollen the next morning”, you mumble with food stuffed in your mouth.

“That’s a price I-I’m willing to pay”, Yoongi retorts.

“I have to agree with you on that one”, you chuckle.

Once your bowls are empty and your stomachs full, you stand up, ready to clean the dishes. Yoongi however stops you before you can go to the kitchen, refusing to hand you his bowl.

“Just leave them. I, I will clean up tomorrow”, he tells you, making you sit down.

“You sure? It’s no problem.”

“I’m sure, j-just relax a little”, he wants to pat your arm, give it a gentle squeeze, but before his skin can touch yours, he pulls back in nervousness.

“Alright, o-okay”, you stutter.

With nothing distracting you from the fact of how close you actually are, your heart soon begins to race. The natural silence falls between you two, your not-so-secret glances at each other begin. Yoongi fidgets with a pillow he holds tightly in his hands, staring at the opposite wall.

You look around his apartment. He has a lot more plants than you had imagined, six if you don't count in the spring onion plant next to his sink.

“It’s really cozy here. I like the plants you have”, you say.

Yoongi looks at you for the briefest of moments.

“T-thank you. Taehyung t-told me to get some so I would have a reason to, to go home and not practice all week”, he says.

“That’s actually a clever idea”, you chuckle.

“Yeah it d-doesn’t quite work. I originally had fifteen plants”, he confesses.

You snort, giggling afterwards.

“But hey at least you still have those seven left.”

“True I guess”, he shrugs his shoulders.

He doesn’t have a piano, all to your surprise, which explains his late night practices at school.

“I could have been sure that you owned a piano.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like someone owning one”, you turn your head to him, he is looking at you curiously, “did you ever own a piano before?”

“Yeah”, he looks back at the wall, clutching the pillow tightly, “at h-home in my p-parents house I had t-two.”

“You did? Wow, that's so great that they are supporting your dream. You must be really close to your parents, right?”

Yoongi looks at you for the briefest of moments. He shrugs his shoulders, his jaw tensed.

“Not really.”

Your smile drops when seeing the sadness in his eyes.

“Oh, really? But I thought they supported you, you know, paying for the school and everything.”

Yoongi scoffs, it almost sounds angry. He doesn’t look into your eyes, instead his eyes burn holes into the wall next to him. Was asking him about his parents a good idea? He seems so distant all of a sudden.

“I don’t really like to talk about them”, he says coldly.

You swallow at the tone of his voice, having to wrap your arms around your own body to stop yourself from shivering. It sounds so cold, so distant, like he is angry at you for asking such stupid questions.

“Okay, yeah, I mean that’s, that’s totally fine”, you laugh awkwardly.

Yoongi nods his head the slightest bit, still not looking at you. The cold shoulder he has turned to you, makes you feel like you are at the wrong place, like he doesn’t even want you here.

"Shall we talk about something else?"

Yoongi turns even more of his back to you.

“A-actually, I think it’s getting rather late anyways. I think I should get going now and, and let you get your well-deserved sleep”, you say, stumbling to your feet and to the entrance.

You feel so guilty, you made him clearly so uncomfortable with your noisy questions that he doesn’t even want to look at you anymore. You just want to run away, get out of this stupid situation as soon as possible.

You are too busy with tying your shoes to notice Yoongi burying his face in the palms of his hands in frustration as a tired sigh leaves his lips. You stand up, grabbing the door knob.

“I’ll get going then”, you look at him, he doesn’t meet your eyes, “thanks for the ramen, they tasted really good.”

Yoongi nods, his fists are clenched by his sides, his shoulders shaking.

“Maybe one day we can repeat it again”, you force a smile to your lips.

Yoongi still doesn’t look at you, gnawing on his lower lip.

“Anyways. See you soon”, you twist the doorknob, stepping outside.

Yoongi jumps up, rushing to you. Your eyes are big, your heart races in anticipation.

“Do, do you want me t-to walk you home?” he asks, almost hopeful.

“No it’s okay, just get your sleep. I’m a big girl I can manage”, you tell him.

His face falls, his eyes seem almost lifeless, tired and glassy.

“Okay”, he whispers before turning around dragging himself back to the couch.

How you would love to dug him in, stroke his hair and tell him how sorry you are for mentioning his parents. But you have already done enough damage for today, so instead you whisper your goodbye and close the door behind you.

The night is cold and gruesome, freezing you down to your bones, making you shiver uncontrollably on your way back home. In your haste you had totally forgotten your coat at Yoongi’s place. Perhaps you deserve to freeze for messing it up with him again. God, you could slap your past-self straight across her stupid, nosy face.

Sleep comes hard for you that night. Even with three blankets covering you, you can’t stop shivering. When sleep does finally come, after two hours of tossing and turning, the ringing of your phone wakes you up mercilessly just twenty minutes after drifting off.

You don’t even check the caller, instantly rejecting them. You curse them loudly, pressing the palms of your hands to your tired eyes. They can’t be serious, who on earth thinks that two in the morning is a reasonable time to call someone. Perhaps it had been Jungkook or Jimin calling, to try and get your forgiveness. Well, now they sure won’t get it.

The caller tries again, you can feel the vibration of your phone first before the loud ringtone blasts through the silent room.

You groan, reaching for the phone to pick up. You don’t even care to check the caller's ID, your only goal is to tell the person calling off in the rudest way possible.

“___?” Yoongi’s voice makes you instantly swallow down the insults.

He sounds even raspier on the phone.

“Yes?”

“They disowned me and told me to never come back once t-they found out that, t-that I won’t perform.”

Your hazy mind needs a moment to register his words. Who is he talking about?

“And now we, we don’t-“, Yoongi swallows hard, “-we don’t talk anymore. T-they cut my allowance and, and took away m-my apartment”, he sighs, takes a shaky breath, “and now they want me to, to pay them back the, the school’s fee.”

And then it clicks. Like pieces of a domino everything falls into place. His parents, he is talking about his parents.

“Yoongi I-. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your f-fault.”

“It kind of is, I asked this stupid question and made you think of something so painful. I feel like I’m forcing you to think of something you don’t even want to think about.”

“You’re not forcing me. I wanted t-to tell you. I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about you, no I mean, not y-you, but how you left. And I was so scared that, that I messed it up again, that’s why I, I called to m-make it right. I'm s-sorry for t-turning my back on y-you.”

“There is nothing to make right here Yoongi. I’m not mad at you.”

Yoongi lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, I thought I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t.”

You smile, closing your eyes, imagining his face, his smell, how his arms would feel wrapped around you. And little did you know, Yoongi is doing the exact same thing, resting his head on a pillow in hopes it would feel just like your shoulder.

He whispers your name.

“Yes?”

“Do you think I could show them?”

“Show who?”

“My parents at the competition, that I started to, to perform.

“Of course you can, you just have to invite them.”

Yoongi hums a yes as he tightens his arms around his pillows. Silence, all you can hear is his steady breathing and the ticking of your alarm clock.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not falling asleep are you?”

“No-“, he yawns, “-I’m thinking.”

“About?”

“The competition. I’m-“, he takes a shaky breath, “I’m so scared.”

“Don’t be, I’m sure you’ll nail it.”

“B-but what if I blush? Or, or freeze? Or forget everything? I’m so scared ___”, he sounds so small.

“Hey Yoongi, don't think about the what ifs too much. You still have one week to go, that’s enough time to perfect your play and work on your stage fright.”

“Will you help me?” he sounds quiet, hopeful.

“I would love to help you. I could start anytime, tomorrow, next Tuesday, right now. You name it.”

Yoongi laughs at your enthusiasm, loudly and heartfelt. The sound is new to you, leaving you almost breathless.

“T-tomorrow maybe?” he is still laughing carelessly.

“Sure let’s make it tomorrow then”, your heart races in your chest.

Yoongi smiles, hugging his pillow tighter to his body and nuzzling his face into it.

“Nice”, he breathes.

“Nice. I’ll bring some snacks as well.”

“Okay.”

You both take a deep breath, grinning from ear to ear. You feel excited, your body is prickling, like millions of ants crawl through your veins, your heart is racing.

“So I guess that’s official then?”

Yoongi hums a yes, nodding his head eventhough you can’t see him.

“Cool. See you tomorrow then”, you say as calmly as possible.

“See you tomorrow.”

You are in the middle of ending the call when Yoongi calls your name.

“Yes Yoongi?”

“Sweet d-dreams”, he whispers fondly.

You smile.

“Sweet dreams to you too. Good night.”

“Good night.”

And with that you both end the call at the same time with happiness in your heart and butterflies in your stomachs.

You arrive at the practice room at exactly ten minutes past eleven. The school is long empty and the hallways quiet. So is the practice room. In fact it is so quiet you are scared Yoongi might have forgotten about your arrangement.

That is until you twist the doorknob, revealing a moonlit practice room and Yoongi leaning against the window sill whilst staring out into the night. He has his back turned to you and earbuds in. His fingers tap on the black marble window sill to the melody of the song he is listening to. Tiny hums leave him, a little higher in pitch than his normal talking voice. It brings a smile to your face. He really is a cute man when he thinks no one is watching.

"Someone seems to be in a good mood tonight", you say as you flick the light switch on.

Yoongi flinches, gasping in shock before he twists around. He blinks rapidly, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the sudden bright lights.

"You just, shit, you scared me so m-much", he pants, pressing his hand flat to his chest.

You stifle a laugh at seeing his expression. His eyes are widened comically big and his eyebrows are raised high with his lips curled into a small pout.

"Sorry I thought you heard me come in."

Yoongi removes his earbuds, turns his music off and puts his phone on the window sill.

"I didn't. I listened t-to music", he blushes, scratching the back of his neck.

"I figured, I liked the little hums you did. They sounded great", you tell him.

Yoongi’s eyes widen.

"What?" he gasps, "you, you heard t-that?"

"Just a little yeah."

Yoongi starts fumbling with the sleeves of his flannel, seemingly embarrassed. He avoids looking at you, instead his head is lowered.

"Should I be scared of competition now?" you joke.

Yoongi laughs, raising his head and waving his hands “no”.

"No, no I c-could never do what you d-do. It's too stressful", he chuckles.

You join his laughter, breaking the distance between the two of you now that the first initial discomfort had been broken.

"Says the pianist out of the two of us. Playing the piano is stressful too."

"I guess", his eyes race as he is thinking hard, "it's p-probably because I, I know what I, I am doing whilst playing the, the piano that, that I don't see it as stressful. Same as you with singing, r-right?"

He looks at you expectantly, tilting his head slightly to the right.

"Now that you put it like that. Yes that's right."

He grins when getting your approval that his theory is correct.

"Speaking of knowing what you are doing. How is practice going? Did you practice some before I arrived here?" you point at the black grand piano.

The cover is opened, the chair slightly dragged out from underneath the piano and sheet music rests in its designated stand.

"A little", Yoongi mumbles, combing his fingers through his hair awkwardly.

Suddenly he sighs.

"I d-don't know if I can do it", he confesses as his shoulders sag in defeat.

"Hey", you pat his arm reassuringly, "I won't judge you, promise."

He looks at you, the fond smile on his face making your heart beat faster in your chest.

"Do you perhaps want to try now?" you have to swallow from the way Yoongi’s eyes sparkle for you.

Did it get warmer in this room? Your cheeks feel terribly hot right now.

"Okay", he nods his head.

He shuffles to the piano and sits down on the chair. He stares at the keys and sheet music whilst biting on his nails, his left leg is fidgeting up and down under the piano. He looks tense and anxious, it almost reminds you of Yoongi in the first few days of meeting him.

"Okay", he whispers to encourage himself.

He puts his hands on the keys, they start visibly shaking. His breathing gets ragged.

"Do you want a break?" you suggest, keeping your distance as to not overwhelm him even more.

His shoulders rise to his ears, his hands clench to fists.

"B-breathe, I j-just need t-to b-breathe", he says quietly.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling loudly. From where you are standing you can see that he has his eyes closed as he continuously breathes in and out.

You keep quiet the entire time, waiting patiently until he calms down enough to open his eyes again. He takes a quick glance at you. He is blushing.

"I'm sorry", he murmurs.

"Don't apologize. It's okay", you assure him.

Yoongi nods his head thankfully.

"I'll t-try now", he says before looking back at the piano.

His fingers hit the keys, shrill at first, almost as if he wanted to see if the piano actually works. When it is very clear for both of you that it does work, the shrill key smashing quickly turns into light notes. The melody normally is fast paced and loud but Yoongi takes his time with the notes, playing everything slow and calculated. It doesn't sound like his play at all, he is almost forcing the piano to produce sound.

And Yoongi senses it as his fingers soon stop on the keys.

"This sounded terrible. I'm s-sorry", he sounds sad.

His head is lowered, the once happy expression from his face wiped away.

"No it's okay. That was just you warming up your fingers, I get it."

You have found a chair to sit down, watching him from his right side.

"Yeah, warming up”, he mumbles, nodding.

He likes this excuse, warming up never has to sound nice. You aren’t judging him right now. That thought makes him feel weirdly at ease.

He cracks his knuckles, rolling his head to stretch his neck.

His fingers land on the keys again, he starts playing. He plays faster this time, louder as well and definitely with more confidence in himself. You can hear the first nuances of Yoongi in the melody. It's still faint, like he doesn’t quite want to come out of hiding yet. But slowly, very slowly, the air around you begins to dance, asking you to get lost in the melody with it.

That is until his finger slips off the keys from being sweaty and a shrill note pierces through the air.

Yoongi winces, instantly hiding his face behind his hands. You can hear him mumble curse words under his breath, most of them are muffled by his hands.

“I’m such a failure”, he whines loudly enough for you to hear.

“Hey Yoongi don’t”, you stand up and walk to the piano to sit down next to him.

You place your hand on his arm, his muscle tensing up at your touch. His hands fall from his face to stare at you instead. He looks totally taken aback by your touch, his eyes racing between yours.

“You’re not a failure”, you assure him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

“I am”, he mumbles.

“Don’t do that”, you didn’t intend for your voice to come out angry, but it still did.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side in question, raising one of his eyebrows.

“Stop talking so badly about yourself. You wouldn’t want other people talking to you like that, would you?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“No I, I wouldn’t.”

“So why are you allowing yourself to talk so badly about your own abilities?”

“I-“, Yoongi lowers his head, “-don’t know”, he mumbles quietly.

Sensing his need for comfort you caress his arm with gentle fingers. Maybe you had imagined it, but it almost seemed like Yoongi had leaned into your touch as his eyes flutter shut for the briefest of moments.

“You are so hardworking and you will play this song perfectly, because you are such a talented person”, you encourage him.

He blushes and smiles.

“Okay, I, I will”, he says as he turns back to the keys again.

His fingers instantly land on the right notes, starting to play. They seem to dance over the keys, moving in perfect sync of the melody with such speed your eyes can’t keep up. Soon all you can see is the beautiful picture the music paints in your head. Fallen leaves of trees as high as mountains dance through a stormy night as they go on their long journey to the far away ground. A wild mountain spring carves its way ruthlessly through the dark stone and in the distance the last shine of the setting sun gets swallowed by the high mountains. Darkness eats light and out of the darkness new light gets born.

“Oh no”, Yoongi rips you out of your daydreams.

You look at him. His face looks paler than usual, his eyes stare emptily at his fingers on the keys. He is breathing hard, his jaw is clenched.

“I messed up.”

He sighs tiredly, pressing his palms flat to his face. He groans loudly.

“I, I can’t. I, just, I can’t”, he breathes heavily, shaking his head.

Watching him beat himself up over such a minor thing hurts your heart. You place a comforting hand over his, revealing his face to you as you pull his palms closer to you. He lets you, watching you with big eyes and surprise glistening in them.

You smile.

"Tell me when did you realise that music was the thing you wanted to do in life?" you ask.

Maybe changing the topic for a moment and making Yoongi think of something other than having to play the piano will help him calm down. Yoongi raises one of his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side.

"I, I don't know, w-when I was a, a child", he finally says, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh really? I did too", you chuckle.

Yoongi lowers his head, staring at the keys. He still doesn't quite get why you so suddenly changed topics. Or why you are sitting so close all of a sudden or holding his hand for that matter. God, your presence makes him feel so dizzy, his heart races like crazy in his tight chest. He knows exactly why he messed up, you are so close it is impossible to concentrate on anything other than your presence.

"D-did you always know that you w-want to be a, a musician?" he asks.

His fingers had unintentionally started playing with yours, tracing your skin gently.

"I think I kind of did, yeah. Maybe I didn't quite realise it at first but deep down in my heart I always knew I wanted to one day be a musician."

Yoongi doesn't say anything, instead he keeps looking at you with curious eyes. He is listening intently to what you are saying.

"What about you? Did you always know you wanted to be a musician?" you ask.

Yoongi nods his head vigorously with a confident look on his face. He looks away, staring at the piano with a dreamy gaze.

"Yes I, I did. I love m-music, I-I really d-do. I a-always d-did. Music always m-made me feel safe and l-like I can be the real me, without having to think of other people's opinions. That's why I became a musician because I can escape reality even if it's just for a short moment. Playing the piano makes me so happy", he smiles, "when I close my eyes and I feel my fingers touch the cold keys of the piano my whole body feels so light, like I can fly, and once that first note rings in my ears I kind of forget myself", he chuckles, "yes, I can really forget everything around me when I'm with my music. I love that feeling", he smiles brightly.

Silence. You simply stare at him with big eyes and your heart racing in your chest. Yoongi, who had noticed your silence, turns his head to look at you confused.

"W-what?"

"Nothing, you just-", you send him a fond smile, "-didn't stutter right now."

Yoongi’s lips become o-shaped, his eyes grow big. It almost seems like he is shocked by your words.

"Oh", he whispers.

"Yeah", you breathe, smiling.

He is smiling too, more with his eyes than his lips, beautiful indeed.

You keep looking at each other, lost in one another's eyes. Two little galaxies glimmer in his dark brown orbs, the beauty of them so immense you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You can hear him breathe, it is the softest sound your ears have ever taken in. Your eyes break contact, flickering down to his lips. They are parted, as pink as always, glistening in the lights. They would probably feel so soft on yours.

Your stomach does somersaults at your thought, your heart speeds up.

You want to kiss him so badly, want to ghost your lips over his and earn a shy gasp from him. You want to tangle your fingers in his dark hair and make him shiver, his hair would probably feel so soft on your skin.

Yes, you really want to feel him close right now, show him just how beautiful he is when he is talking about his passions.

Your fingers around his hand tighten, your knees brush against his as you scoot closer, your eyes still stare at his lips.

Yoongi’s breathing quickens, his cheeks heat up. He had noticed your eyes staring at his lips. It excites him so much, makes his heart race quickly. His fingers clutch the material of his pants, his palms feel sweaty. He is so nervous. What if he read the signs wrong and your eyes just randomly zoned out on his lips? Would you scream if he tried to kiss you, maybe even slap him and call him a pervert?

He has to risk it, even if it means getting his heart broken and his pride hurt.

He leans forward just the tiniest bit, his eyes are fixated on your lips, mesmerized by them. He holds his breath, all he can hear is his own heartbeat.

You however are far too embarrassed about your mind wandering to notice it. You turn your head away in nervousness, laughing awkwardly. Yoongi stops himself midair, nearly falling into you if he hadn't held onto the piano.

"Not that I mind your stutter of course, but I'm glad that you feel relaxed enough now", you blurt out as your attempt at saving the situation. You pull your hand away from his, hiding it in the pockets of your hoodie instead.

Yoongi must think you are a total weirdo, staring at his lips like that. Hopefully you were able to defuse the situation from becoming too uncomfortable for him.

Yoongi pulls back, turning his head to stare at the piano. He scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat. Fuck, his chest aches so much right now.

"Y-yeah", he mumbles, biting the inside of his cheek afterwards.

"Anyways. Uhm, do you want to try again?" you ask.

“Mhm?” he stares at your lips again. His heart does somersaults in his chest, he has to stop himself from giggling. Perhaps you changed your mind, perhaps you do want to kiss him.

“The piano, do you think you feel confident enough to try it again?”

“Oh”, he quickly looks away, “that’s what you were talking about.”

“What else did you think I was talking about?” you tilt your head to the side, clearly confused by the disappointment in his voice.

“Nothing! I just-. Nothing”, he laughs awkwardly.

You force a chuckle out of you, feeling the need to cup your burning ears.

“Alright cool”, you mumble, clearing your throat afterwards.

The air around you feels so tense. You feel hot, the thick sweater you are wearing making you sweat. You really want to jump up and scream right now, the pressure in your chest gets close to unbearable. Yoongi is so quiet next to you. Why is he so quiet? Is he judging you for nervously fidgeting on the chair next to him? Is he studying the sheet music?

You look at him, meeting his eyes. You look away, biting the inside of your mouth. Why is he staring at you? He must be judging you right now, probably regretting ever inviting you to practice.

“Sorry”, you quickly stumble to your feet, backing away from him, “this is so weird right now.”

“Mhm mhm”, he brushes his fingers through his hair, sighing tiredly.

“You want to keep going?” you laugh nervously.

Yoongi eyes you for a moment in complete silence before he breaks the silence with a loud sigh.

“What are we even doing here?” he asks as he stands up from the piano.

“Practicing your play, what else should there be?”

“Okay, so you think this-“, he gestures between you and him, “-is normal? Like, like there isn’t something else going on here?”

“Something else? Yoongi, what exactly are you talking about?”

You avoid looking at him in fear of him noticing the panic in your eyes.

“You say all these nice things to me. You are convinced I’m a, a good guy, despite knowing nothing about me. And then you, you hold my hand and try to kiss me only to pull away again.”

“I didn’t try to kiss you, don’t be ridiculous”, you want nothing more than for the floor to swallow you whole right now.

“You are just using me aren’t you? To go laugh with your friends Jimin and Jungkook about me later. Right? That’s what this is all about, get the school pervert to like you so you have another thing you can spread around and make fun of.”

His face is contorted in anger, his jaw clenched and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“And now that I’m actually starting to, to show interest you pull back, because kissing me would be the most disgusting thing ever. R-right?”

“What?” you shake your head, “No, it isn’t. Yoongi I would never”, you break the distance between the two of you, reaching out to take his hands into yours.

He steps back, hiding his hands behind his back.

“Don’t, just leave me alone”, he warns.

“Do you not believe me?” you ask, feeling your heart break already.

“You wouldn’t be the first one”, he scoffs, “I’m so s-stupid for falling for you. Why did I even think you would be any different from the other rats?”

You turn your back to him, not wanting him to see the hurt on your face.

“Well, the difference is that I actually tried to be your friend because I genuinely like you, but apparently you are too stubborn to accept that. And maybe I tried to kiss you because I’m having the biggest crush on you ever and I’m just too shy to act on my feelings, but of course I’m just a devious rat in your eyes.”

He blinks in surprise before your name falls from his lips.

“No it’s okay Yoongi. I get it, you don’t want to let people in, you think you are better off alone and that no one will ever genuinely love you. I get it”, you turn to him to get one last look at him.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, instead he stares at the floor with a clenched jaw.

“I’ll tell Taehyung to help you from now on.”

He nods.

“See you around, good luck at the competition.”

Yoongi says your name, finally looking up only to see you have already closed the door behind you.

“Don’t go please”, he whispers.

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Hi! I have just learned about the term genderfluid, and I dont really know if thats the explaination for some things I feel - I don‘t know if thats what I am, or if the things I experience really fit this term. I am a female, but as a kid I always had short hair and I only wanted to wear boy clothes. I once put a dress on at like 7 because I wanted to, but it felt like I was trying to pretend to be a girl - even though I was one? I also pretty much only had boy friends, and loved soccer and playing in the dirt. I also liked horses, but not nearly as much as the other girls - when school started most of them had backpacks with ponys on them, mine had fish. xD I started wondering if maybe I was a boy during the ages 6 - 10, because I was asked constantly if I was a boy or a girl. I always said I was a girl, but kids can be mean - the next question would be pull your pants down and prove it, you dont look like it.

I knew that at 12 years old I would have to go to a new school, and the school was pretty known for bullying. Out of fear to be a target I let my hair grow out from age 10 on, and when I started at the new school it was long. I still dressed kinda boyish, wore a lot of plaid shirts, but I also wore pink things sometimes. I actually forgot that I didn‘t grow my hair out willingly, I talked to my mom about it a few months ago, saying that I couldnt remember what changed that I wanted long hair - and she said I didnt actually want to, but that I was scared of the bullying. Ever since that young age of 6 I went through phases questioning if I was a boy, because being a girl just didnt always seem to be right! However I‘m not sure if it didnt feel right just because hobbies and clothes are so strongly gendered, and I just wanted to have short hair, boy clothed and my soccer ball - in peace, without the questions. So being a boy would have been easier in that aspect, because no one would have questioned anything about me in that case. But because I also wasn‘t so sure that I would want to go trough actual transitioning to a boy, I realized that I probably wasn‘t transgender. There were times where I compeletely forgot about this worry of mine, and then suddenly I would look into the mirror, or see or hear something, and a weird feeling would start to creep up again - am I maybe a boy? Now I‘m 20, and I have been pushing these thoughts away for a while. I came to the decision that I dont really care, Im not that bothered by my female body that I feel the need to change everytime I see myself, and I dont feel horrible if someone calls me a she/woman/girl - its just, some days I wish I didnt have breasts because they annoy me, and I would like to be flat so that some of the men shirts I own would look better. However I never feel the need to have a penis, because thats as much as a statement as breasts, I’m fine with my vagina because it isnz showing in any way through clothes. Other days I like showing cleavage, some days getting called a she just leaves a bit of a weird feeling in my stomach. Sometimes I like make up, (Eyeliner most of the time), other days putting lip stick on makes me feel like a clown. These things are present enough in my life that the thoughts about what I am creep up from time to time, but they are not so present that its always on my mind. Sometimes my mannerism arent really female - around my female friends I kinda have always felt like the elephant, not moving as gracefully, not talking as softly, not sitting that woman like - my mannerisms just seem to be more men like then my other female friends, but they are more female then most of my male friends.

Because transitioning fully to a man is not an option for me (waaay to unsure with what I am, and also most of the times I‘m fine with my body I think) I just sort of pushed it all away. I also have never tried to embrace my „male side“ more - I dont want to be judged or to be asked questions if I suddenly show up with a baseball cap and a typical men hoodie. I also dont want everyone to think I am a butch lesbian, because thats the first thing people would think. I feel like if I could wear and behave however I wanted, and no one would care or ask questions, there would be days where I would wear a baseball cap and a hoodie, chewing gum and drinking a beer and just sit on my car, chilling. And there would be days where I would wear a dress, have flowers in my hair and have a picknick or something. So far I have only really lived the female side of this - and with clothing I kinda compromise, if I wear a male sweater I wear tight jeans or make up, to even it out a bit. Enough for people to notice Im probably not a girly girl, but not enough to make them look twice or to question my style or gender or sexuality.

Ive been thinking about embracing the clothes side of men a bit more, because I lost some weight and I‘m a little less curvy then before, so men shirts start to look kinda better then before. However, I am terrified to embrace any of this whole gender fluid stuff - what if I just surpressed being trans or something? Or if I try it out and after that it becomed unbearable to not be able to fully live being genderfluid? Right now I can deal with it - I would wish to embrace it more, but I can mostly handle not being really able to do so. I am afraid that this will change if I get a taste of it. Also I am kinda questioning everything in regard to gender - because if no one had ever commented on me looking like a boy, if not everyone around me had despreatly tried to put me in some box, I dont think I would ever have started to worry about all of this, I would have just been me. So maybe I am just a female but I’m not fitting the stereotypes that are put upon genders? Sexuality wise Im attracted to men, however I believe we fall in love with souls not bodies. Still most of the time I cant see myself being intimate with a women, but then suddenly some days I can - maybe pan? I think this whole gender topic didnt really bother me that much for a while because I was only aware of trans, and that didnt really fit me - so I just left it. Then I heard of non binary, but like I said mostly im fine, also I wouldnt want to be called they/them I think so that didnt really fit either. But now with this genderfluid stuff I heard of something that might fit me, so Im having a slight identity crisis right now to be honest.

I would just absolutely love to hear your thoughts on all of this - would you say gender fluid could be the right description for me? Or something else? Am I just insane? xD Do you know someone who experiences gender fluid similarly to me? Because most despriptions are that the change of gender is extreme and suddenly, and with me its more a way of expressions, clothes and weird feeling.

Sorry for the insanely long text!

It’s ok. Your gender identity is fluid. Non binary meaning you don’t identify as a man or women. Both non binary and genderfluid can coexists and you can identify as both. As for pronouns it’s entirely up to you. Not everyone who is non binary uses they/them pronouns. It’s not a requirement.

It would also seem you hardly have gender dysphoria since most trans people have it. It’s ok to identify as trans without having dysphoria, it’s not a requirement either.

But I do think genderfluid fits very well with what you are feeling. I recommend having a support group in case people are transphobic to you. However, since politics is a bitch, people will side with the transphobes so your only choice is to find solidarity with others who know and understand LGBTQ issues.

Thanks for the ask tho!! ☺️☺️💘💕💞💖💗💓

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Our kind of love (Sashea)- Thorpe

A/N: I’m back after a brief hiatus with a ship that has a special place in my heart. I really tried to make it a cheesy fluff but somehow it ended up as an angst. Whoops. A tray of vanilla and cinnamon cookies goes to @pink-grapefruit-cafe for being a lovely emotional support. Without further ado, I hope you’ll enjoy it xx

Love is said to be beyond words wonderful. This great feeling of happiness overpowering everything else, that no description could do justice to. A state of complete, lunatic bliss. But love is not a holistic being, at least not with you. It reminds of a mosaic made of tiny, precious pieces you don’t notice, too busy taking in the whole picture, until one is missing. Or more than one. Our picture lost so many I can barely see it nowadays but when I close my eyes I can still spot every little detail. The contrast of your skin on my skin when we held hands, my pale one bringing out the mahogany of yours, its coldness carrying a relief when mine was too warm and tense. The depth of your eyes which made me drown and float and fly, deviate from my path with a confidence of someone going in the right direction. The rage striking through your face like a lightning that should terrify me but I always drew closer, fascinated, until your screams were muffled by my lips. I anticipated a thunder resounding through my body, powerful enough to crush my bones if it wasn’t for your arms tightly wrapped around my lean frame. The perfect fit of our bodies, as if we were made solely for being in each others’ arms. I like to think that maybe we were. The sound of your voice, happy laughter that brought up a rush of pleasant heat in my chest and hoarse whispers that made my knees weaken and head spin. Gentle tone you keep reserved only for me, so quiet that my ears don’t pick up all the words but my heart hears them loud and clear. You use it when you call, asking for me to imagine you’re right next to me but it comes distorted through the phone and I can’t.

Love is said to be easy and natural like breathing. Enough in itself. That all it takes is to find this one perfect person and all the obstacles won’t matter anymore. But love is not some invincible force, at least ours wasn’t. It’s more of a delicate flower, a shy sprout breaking through soil which doesn’t know how to share all its riches yet. It requires care and work and commitment and maybe we just aren’t ready for all of this. We foolishly thought it would stay in full bloom forever and now we’re even bigger fools for ignoring petals falling to the ground. We keep avoiding the question that hangs over us like a life sentence, heavy with strained trust, pretending it never crossed our minds. It was perfect. We were perfect. A great match from the start, clear front-runners whenever paired to work together. Dangerous competition to be reckoned with. A threat for everyone else, nothing but soft hands ready to offer help to each other. We survived, fingers intertwined refusing to let the other go home before the end. Then I won and couldn’t look you in the eyes. You held me so sweetly and kissed all my worries away, without the slightest hint of reluctance, just pure pride, until even with my eyes closed you were all I saw. Would it be the same now? We were perfect and it should still be like that. Why isn’t it? I have my crown and I have you. Except I don’t, not fully. I don’t have you here and at times it’s worse than not having you at all. We were so naïve to believe that there would be enough. It’s not and it never will be but it’s too late now. I’m starting to realize that maybe somewhere between here and there, you and me, us was lost. I’m like a puppy left in the rain, waiting because that’s all I can do. Waiting for you to come back and take me home we don’t have.

Love is said to make you a better person. Optimistic and less selfish, seeing everything in brighter colours. Crossing boundaries and reaching for the sky because there’s someone who believes you can. But love is not that simple, or maybe just with you it wasn’t. It’s more likely a process than sudden changes we expected to happen on their own. It requires adjustments on both sides, something neither of us could understand. I was sculpted by Rodin, aiming for grace and beauty. Soft lines captured by eternal steadiness of white marble, clean and perfect. You are Bernini’s creation, all raw and real, captivating and moving. You took my breath away, yet made me feel more alive than ever. I hoped that together we could be like visions of Kobro and Strzemiński. Shapeless, undefined, unlike anything anyone has made before, full of meaning that only the two of us understood. We could be free. But sometimes, no matter how hard we’d try, some things just can’t be merged, peaceful and beautiful in their union. My life has always been about art and you’re my favourite kind of it. You’ve taken my definition of excellence and wrote it for me all over again. I’d rather leave and worship you from afar than have you altered in any way for me to be close. I’d beg you not to, if you offered to modify even the smallest of your traits. But I know you won’t. And I guess it’s only fair as I won’t either. We’re two masterpieces that can be admired only on their own, too selfish to coexist, too stubborn to change.

Love is said to be many different things but with you it has always been unlike any of them. So when the pain becomes too much to bear and I forget that there once was something else than sadness, when breathing feels difficult and foreign, when there’s nothing left of what I used to be, I wonder if what we had has ever been love after all.

#rpdr fanfiction #sasha velour #shea coulee #sashea #angst #thorpe #concrit welcome #submission

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timetrickster · 5 years

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Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover Episode 8: Ice + Fire = Emotions

So, this episode has music, I recommend you play the music.

@cometworks < author of her novel.

Tag: @coloursintheblur , @thelysstener

And here we go!

FADE IN:

INT. NEYDOLYA’S NEW HIDDEN LAIR.

The aftermath of the RAVEN MONSTER had passed. VODNIK, slimy and sneaky frogman and right hand to the disgraced Fate NEYDOLYA. He returns to his mistress’s side and gives full reports.

NEYDOLYA

Vodnik… your reports.

VODNIK

Mistress Neydolya, I’ve come to report that the ritual by the Necromancers brought him back.

NEYDOLYA

A successful mission, presumed. Do you have what is required of the spell?

VODNIK

Yes, mistress. (He presents her with a book with the ritual circle drawn and list of ingredients next to it.)

She grabs the book and looks over it.

NEYDOLYA

Good. The Empath Witch?

VODNIK

The news of the Black Beast’s return had sent her into a state of rage. Her mind fractured separating her core emotions.

FLASHBACK: VODNIK had followed JUSTIN & VIOLET holding a knocked out EDITH.

NEYDOLYA

Interesting. Empath Magic has that capability. Search the archives, there may be an item that has a similar ability. What shall we do with the Princess?

VODNIK

A demon of her own design, her ice, her fire, and her fear.

CUT TO:

INT. JUSTIN’S PRIVATE QUARTERS. MID-MORNING

It was mid-morning, the sun was shining, and JUSTIN was in his private quarters. He conversed with ENOCH.

JUSTIN

Enoch, open Diary Recording. Nox Universe. 582. New entry.

ENOCH

Diary Entry Number 8. Recording begins.

JUSTIN

It’s been a couple of weeks now in this universe. I made amazing new friends and a world full of magic and possibly beyond. Recently fought a raven mutant monster. Noemi and Argento have soul summoned him by accident… glad he found some new development in himself. I wonder what will happen this day. (He falls silent.) Stop recording.

VIOLET comes into his private quarters slowly.

VIOLET

Justin? I need to talk.

JUSTIN

Come on in.

They both sit down together.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

What’s up?

VIOLET

There’s this person… that I… I… I…

JUSTIN

Like a lot?

VIOLET already feeling awkward enough just shuts her mouth up. Shakes her head up and down answering his question. JUSTIN smirks with excitement. VIOLET felt a little awkward due to the fact she doesn’t open up to many people and with someone that’s an alien. She felt like the only person she could talk too was him.

JUSTIN

Who? Boy? Or Girl? (He looked at her as if he was inspecting clues written on her face ) Girl? Isn’t it?

VIOLET nods again.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

Someone new? Someone you’re close to?

VIOLET

Someone I’m close to.

JUSTIN

Oh, lovely. Uh, military officer?

VIOLET

She’s not in the military.

JUSTIN

Oh, okay, uh. So personal then?

VIOLET was silent but was looking at a plant in the corner of the room. JUSTIN realizing who she likes very much his jaw drops.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

Noooooo… No. No. Really?!

Drawn back from his words, VIOLET was scared.

VIOLET

WHAT?! What?!

JUSTIN

Is it… is it Edith?

There was a slight smile on his face, VIOLET became rather shy and had a pinkish red tone flushing her cheeks. The feeling of embarrassment and feelings of lov- lov- lo- liking someone a lot. Her face squished from liking someone a lot and embarrassment she tries to hide her face with both hands. A smile was finally formed on JUSTIN’S face as he goes to sit next to her and comfort her.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

Hey, no, no. It’s okay.

He was rather caring and supportive.

Dude, you like Edith?

VIOLET

Yeah…

JUSTIN

V! That’s great! It’s amazing!

VIOLET

Thanks…

JUSTIN

Look I know you’re nervous and like I told Noemi. I was so afraid and nervous too. I fell in love with Hoku since I attended high school on Earth. I… uh… it was her eyes. Those shining brown eyes that reminded me of the stars.

VIOLET

That sounds… sweet of you for Hoku. But I can’t express it to her, I’m afraid…

JUSTIN

Again I know how you feel. Even my daughter felt exactly the same way when she met her boyfriend.

VIOLET

Wait you have a daughter?

JUSTIN

Adopted. But she’s still my little girl. Despite being a similar age to her.

VIOLET

She’s a hundred too?

JUSTIN

No, just a regular Panguan girl. She’s only 17. But anyways… let me help you out.

CUT TO

INT. LAPIS FORREST. MID-MORNING

Both VIOLET & EDITH with a picnic basket in hand are walking toward the Lapis Forrest. VIOLET felt the feelings of nervousness. Something she was unable to feel before due to the fact she is trained to face things beyond terrifying than this. As well as being both Princess and Commander, to an entire kingdom. But this… this was nothing compared to fighting other witches and wizards and facing an entire kingdom.

VIOLET has a quick flashback:

FLASHBACK:

JUSTIN

Ok! What does Edith like?

VIOLET

Uh… gardening, libraries, tea, people, puzzles, questions…

JUSTIN

I meant… on a date but that’s good. Where does she like to spend her time?

VIOLET

The Lapis Forrest.

JUSTIN

Maybe a picnic?

VIOLET

She loves picnics.

JUSTIN

Then great! Start off with a picnic!

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INT. EDITH’S FAVORITE SPOT. MID-MORNING

VIOLET distracted trying to remember what to do, EDITH had already set up the picnic set.

EDITH

Violet? Are you okay?

VIOLET was caught zoning out. EDITH motions her to sit on the blanket.

VIOLET

What? Oh, sorry a bit distracted. (She sits)

EDITH

You okay?

VIOLET

I’m fine. How was your day?

EDITH

I don’t know really, the day has just begun but I’m pretty much happy that you asked me to go on a picnic. Want to go the Bazaar later?

VIOLET

I’d love that.

VIOLET & EDITH are enjoying their picnic, filled with their favorite foods and drinks.

EDITH

Can you really believe it?

VIOLET

Believe what?

EDITH

Justin… him being an alien and all that. Space. There’s really more out there in the universe.

VIOLET recalls to a flashback of EDITH on Gaia. VIOLET recalls a memory of EDITH and LEANA both holding hands of LEANA. Being two big sisters to her, they had watched the stars while a night on the town.

VIOLET

Yeah… I couldn’t believe it either.

EDITH

You were quite harsh with him too.

VIOLET

I was still learning how to trust him. Plus a boy spouting about aliens and space and different universes isn’t exactly normal for us.

EDITH

True… but he turned out to be a good person.

VIOLET

He is a good man… he brought new experiences for us.

EDITH

Time travel! Universe travel! He took you to see Clementine…

VIOLET

I know… despite what happened… I know he was trying to be kind…

EDITH gets closer to her to comfort her. VIOLET'S inner thoughts made her blush.

EDITH

Sorry…

VIOLET

NO! Don’t be. I just miss her, ya know? Wishing I had more time and all but I know she’s in a better place.

EDITH

That’s good… and she’s probably watching over you right now.

VIOLET looks at her scars and smiles.

VIOLET

I know.

The feeling of happiness surrounded their soon to be a fun-filled day.

CUT TO:

INT. LAPIS BAZAAR. AFTERNOON

The Lapis Forrest was this unique beauty within itself. It was home to a species of tree that produces blue buds when flowering. Just like the color of lapis lazuli. The leaves are a very deep green. There were huge rocks of Lapis Lazuli everywhere as well.

In the Bazaar, there was filled with magical creatures here and there and humans as well. A peaceful coexistence, everyone acknowledges VIOLET as their princess with greetings and bowing.

EDITH

Famous as always.

VIOLET

Well… I am a princess. (She smiles with pride)

EDITH laughs and smiles, she sees something catching her eye and sees gemstones which make her overall happy. She eyes a simple and basic quartz crystal on the vendor’s table.

EDITH

QUARTZ! (A smile was glued on her face)

She holds it and sees it change color, to Mellow.

VENDOR

Are you an Empath, if I may ask?

EDITH

I am!

VENDOR

Then that is the perfect gemstone for you. That quartz is enchanted as a sort of aura looker. You can see their emotions.

The gemstone was imperfect but EDITH loved it anyway. She looks through the clearness and saw the VENDOR’S aura showing mellow.

EDITH

Cool!

VENDOR

That will be a 15 Units.

EDITH checks her wallet but was short on cash.

EDITH

Aw man… I don’t have enough units.

VIOLET sees her sad face and steps in, holding 15 units. Their coin currency were metal thin rectangles.

There were huge rocks of Lapis Lazuli everywhere as well.

VIOLET

Fifteen Units, here ya go.

The VENDOR shocked by her presence, he bows.

VENDOR

Princess Violet!

VIOLET

Hello, my lovely subject.

VENDOR

You have graced me with your presence, your highness. Please take the quartz in honor of you my princess.

She places the units on the table.

VIOLET

No. You are a hardworking man. You deserve to be paid for what you do. Please.

He bows and EDITH takes the gemstone and she holds it in both hands. Scrutinizing it and holding to her eye and looking through it. She looks at VIOLET and sees her current aura, it was all pink and with EDITH’S magic it amplified it. Seeing the emotion of love. The excitable EDITH curious as always smiles after the discovery.

EDITH

V? (She steps closer to her) You like someone? (She whispered)

Surprised and scared by the question, VIOLET had believed EDITH knew her feelings for her.

VIOLET

How did you know?

She was scared and embarrassed that her true feelings were revealed.

EDITH

Is it a prince?!

Showing some relief, she answers.

VIOLET

No. It’s not a prince.

EDITH

Knowing you no prince can win your heart. A Military man?

VIOLET

Uh… no.

EDITH

Oh my… a normal boy?

VIOLET nods and shows embarrassment.

EDITH (cont’d)

A NORMAL BOY! A princess and a simple boy. That reminds me of a fairy tale momma read to me once. TELL ME! TELL ME!

VIOLET

We met… uh… we met during a trip to a Blacksmith. Father was making a request for a blade to be made once I reached eighteen. He was the son of the blacksmith… and I thought he was handsome.

EDITH

That’s so adorable! YOU SHOULD MEET HIM AGAIN!

VIOLET

I don’t think I can.

EDITH

Don’t deny your feelings V… You’ll never know how he truly feels.

VIOLET

Edith… you know me… I’m not raised by my emotions… everything I am I was just… I don’t know! (She became emotional) I’m a Princess and a military commander… I trained myself to be serious and…

EDITH

You wear a heart of steel.

VIOLET

Yeah…

EDITH

But knowing you… determined as always. You’ll find a way to show that handsome… handsome boy love you.

VIOLET

Yeah…

CUT TO:

INT. JUSTIN’S PRIVATE QUARTERS

JUSTIN doing research as he has a plate of food and soda next to a fancy glass cup. VIOLET rushes in and was extremely worried. She hugs JUSTIN to which he responds to treat her like a big baby.

JUSTIN

Hey! How was the picnic? Was it bad?

VIOLET

Not it was good…

She sounded like a child as she said her sentences like a child.

JUSTIN

Then why are you upset?

VIOLET

Because… she… almost found out I liked her… (She pouts)

JUSTIN

Did she?

VIOLET

No… she saw my aura with this gemstone that amplified her magic. It was pink… I was in love.

JUSTIN smiles sits her down on a chair.

JUSTIN

That’s good! Did you tell her?

VIOLET

No… I made up someone…

JUSTIN rubs his face with his right hand.

JUSTIN

Are there any further plans?

VIOLET

I don’t know…

JUSTIN

I think you should tell her.

VIOLET jumps out of her seat grabbing JUSTIN by his shirt.

VIOLET

No! I can’t Justin!

JUSTIN

But why?

VIOLET

Because I can’t do it! I don’t think I can do it! (She starts to cry)

Tears were falling down her face.

I am just a princess… and a soldier… and I’m complicated! Edith wants normal! And simple! And everything else normal! I’M NOT NORMAL! I AM EVERYTHING COMPLICATED!

She cries in JUSTIN’S shoulder to hide her face. He caressed her back to make her feel better.

How can someone so beautiful have so much power over my heart?

JUSTIN

It’s called love… it’s the most complex feeling in the world and yet it makes you feel so happy. And I can’t believe you said that about her.

VIOLET

Said what?

JUSTIN

You called her beautiful.

Despite the tears, that little sly comment made her smile.

VIOLET

She really is… how can someone like that ever love someone so complicated as me?

JUSTIN

Love suffers long and is kind.

VIOLET

Where’s that from?

JUSTIN

A thing called the Bible. It’s an Earth thing.

VIOLET laughs.

VIOLET

What am I gonna do?

JUSTIN

You get her attention. How’s a dinner in the Lapis Forrest? Any good spots?

VIOLET

Um… there’s this spot that would be nice for a dinner date. It’s by a stream and it’s a huge space.

JUSTIN

Sounds perfect. Enoch, do you still have the Digital Construction Box?

ENOCH

Of course, Captain.

ENOCH makes the item appear on the table through digital transport. JUSTIN grabs the box and throws it in the air catching it.

JUSTIN

You ready?

VIOLET

I guess…

JUSTIN

No. (He kneels before her) Violet Choi. Look at me.

She does so and looks at him in the eyes. Her face showing a somewhat of wallowing sadness and shame. JUSTIN’S face held this slight smile but didn’t give off the sense of happiness. He held much of his breathe in as it was too raspy. His heart had opened to Violet as he spoke about the one girl that he honestly and truly loved.

JUSTIN

Again… I know what this feels like. You are beyond… terrified. Despite being something so impossible. That somebody so normal as Edith… can make all the difference in our lives so much better. I was scared, afraid that I would mess up… but I told her because I couldn’t stand the longing and the aching pain of my heart. Now, she loves me… somebody I believed I wasn’t worthy enough for… somebody who always had their heart open just for me.

His heart was worn as if it were a crown and laid out for Violet to see. What he had spoken was all too true for her as well, as is with everyone else who experiences love, I guess in some cases.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

So please don’t say, “I guess” say “I’m ready.” because deep down you love her… and somewhere along the way, you won’t know if she feels the same way.

VIOLEt had raindrop type of tears, she still held a serious face but had that sadness attached to it.

VIOLET

I want to tell her so bad… but I can’t. My heart feels locked… and it stops me from telling how I truly feel.

JUSTIN

I think I can help with that.

JUSTIN breathes in and puts both hands together, he breathes out and his eyes glow orange. Using his aura manipulation to unlock his Empath powers. He places his right index and middle finger on VIOLET’S forehead. Sending a wave of energy to her heart, as the orange energy zooms straight to her heart as it glows ever so brightly through her skin. Showing a little animation of a keyhole on her heart and it was magically unlocked.

VIOLET felt different, her heart was… lighter… no more steel, no more hiding behind the armor she built so long ago. She stood up from her chair and smiled.

VIOLET

I feel different… I feel… uh…

JUSTIN

Happier? (He smiles awkwardly)

VIOLET

I think so… (She turns to Justin) Huh… you handsome Jus.

JUSTIN

Thank you… (He laughs a little) Violet, I think it worked.

VIOLET

How?!

JUSTIN

You complimented me… you rarely do that.

VIOLET realizing this had her eyes prop up like a map being opened up and down.

VIOLET

You’re right… I… I am happy. I feel happy! And… I love Edith Nox! (She closes her mouth)

Realizing she said that aloud, she reached a new level of happiness. She jumps for joy and hugs JUSTIN.

VIOLET (cont’d)

I’m happy! (She says with glee)

JUSTIN

That’s amazing! Now… let me ask you this. What would Edith like on a dinner date?

VIOLET thinks to herself.

VIOLET

She loves music.

JUSTIN

Do you guys have any love songs? Like before the apocalypse?

VIOLET

There are several… but I don’t think they’d be good.

JUSTIN smirks again, now holding his phone in his hand.

JUSTIN

(He smiles) Luckily you have a friend, who's an alien, from another universe. Who also happens to live on Earth.

VIOLET

This is gonna be perfect. (She smiles once more)

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INT. ASTRIFEROUS GROVE. NIGHT

The stage has been set, no literally. JUSTIN had used the 3D Digital Construction Box and digitally built a wooden deck that filled the surroundings of the grove. Complete with a table meant for VIOLET & EDITH and a piano. JUSTIN had set up fairy lights along the surrounding trees to help with the lighting. To accent the glowing and enormous lapis lazuli rocks.

There were other lights to help brighten up the stage. The sound of the stream nearby made things seem so peaceful. Everyone was there, JUSTIN, NOEMI, PERIWINKLE, ARGENTO. They all had a hand in helping to make this date perfect. The Wooden Deck also came with a perfect kitchen, to which JUSTIN had the ultimate experience of knowing how to cook, having spent time with his adopted human father.

JUSTIN had prepared a series of Hawaiian foods, due to growing up in Hawaii for a few years of his life. From appetizers to dessert, it was all prepared. NOEMI & ARGENTO have dressed accordingly as waiter and waitress.

JUSTIN

You guys ready?

NOEMI

This is gonna be great! I still can’t believe Violet likes Edith!

ARGENTO

Ok! First Thanks for inviting me! Second, (She turns toward Justin) You’re an alien! I can’t believe that! Three, this is so friggin romantic! (She squeals joyfulness with each sentence)

PERIWINKLE

THIS IS REALLY PRETTY! I CAN’T WAIT!

JUSTIN

We’re all ready! Noemi, Argento! You are the waiters and you shall deliver the food! Peri, I want you to take them to their seats after that set the mood. (He whispers in her ear)

They all break, as the food had already been prepared and they take their places. VIOLET & EDITH had shown up with EDITH wearing a blindfold.

EDITH

Where are we going?!

VIOLET

It’s a practice dinner… when I meet with the boy again…

Having seen JUSTIN in the distance and PERIWINKLE on a stepping stool near her hand. She was the Restaurant Host. VIOLET takes the blindfold off of EDITH and both smile. EDITH takes her excitement to a new level, as her containment was held by VIOLET’S hands who she placed on EDITH’S shoulders.

VIOLET

Hi Peri! Our reservations?

PERIWINKLE

Right, this way you two!

She steps off her stool and holds both VIOLET & EDITH’S hands. Standing in the middle of both of them, leading them to the only table in the center of the huge deck. They both sit on the chairs, and PERIWINKLE had presented them with the menu of what’s to come.

PERIWINKLE

Welcome to… Astriferous Grove! Chef Justin has prepared an alternate universe main course from his universe. Your waiters will be my big brother, Noemi and the love of his life Argento.

JUSTIN had some lyricless music, play as it was a simple tune, a peaceful beat. (Play Monday Loop by Tomppabeats until you see stop) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2z8CSRP_ok) PERIWINKLE summons her wind constructed wings and rises to the sky. She sets the mood, she manipulates the wind with her magic. Creating a light breeze having the trees sway to the beat of the music. NOEMI & ARGENTO show up as waiters, handing them the menu of what to expect to eat.

NOEMI

For your appetizers, expect a… (He grabs the menu from Edith) Spicy Ahi… Poke (Po-kay) and a Spam Musubi.

ARGENTO For the main course, Loco Moco. A bed of rice topped with a cooked burger patty and a sunny side up egg. Drenched with gravy with hints of chili flakes due to the liking of spiciness.

NOEMI

And for dessert. Malasadas, Coco Puffs, Chocolate Hau- Haupia… Pie. With Shave Ice.

ARGENTO

Let’s start off with drinks. Water?

EDITH

I’d love some water! (She speaks with a boyish voice.)

VIOLET

Water as well, please.

NOEMI with his wings flies over to the kitchen counter and holds a plated dish to carry the cups of water. ARGENTO placing them down on their specific side of the table. They both disappear to the kitchen leaving EDITH & VIOLET to talk alone. Having the uncaged excitement she bursts with such happiness.

EDITH

OH MY GOD, THIS IS SO FRICKEN ROMANTIC AS EDEN!

VIOLET smiles.

EDITH (cont’d)

DUDE YOU’RE SMILING! (She wiggles in her seat)

VIOLET

I know I am. (She laughs)

EDITH

Everything about this place is perfect! The glowing lapis lazuli! The little lights! The swaying breeze and the music! AND FOOD FROM A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE! AH!

VIOLET

I’m glad you love it! (She smiled)

EDITH

Love it? I’m infatuated with this! This is so romantic! Wish someone would do this for me.

VIOLET

Well… since you're my dinner date right now… I’m doing this for you.

EDITH

Why thank you, your highness!

NOEMI & ARGENTO return with the appetizers, a bowl of Spicy Ahi Poke (Po-kay), and a spam musubi. Both grab a fork and dig into the first dish. The forks stabbed into the dish, the prongs had easily pierced the raw tuna marinated with sriracha mayonnaise. Cutting part of the rice with it and scooping it up and taking the first bite. Their eyes brighten as their taste buds had taken the first bite.

The taste of the spicy ahi was unique. The cold and raw tuna had sent that chill, it was as if there was dance was going on. The combined spice from the sriracha mayo, combating with the chill and made it all too delectable. The crunch of the sliced up scallions was heard and the small bed of rice of its warm heat calms both elemental flavors of spice and chill. Leaving behind the everlasting heat, but the chill that was a simple breeze.

VIOLET

(With her mouth full and eyes closed) That’s so good!

EDITH had probably seen the face of God… well, in this case, she already has seen them. She was the same as VIOLET eyes closed and internally happy with her mouth full. They finished the bowl, holding their faces.

EDITH

OH MY GOD, THAT’S THE TASTE OF HAWAII?! I LOVE IT! (She had tears of joy.)

The move on to the Spam Musubi, this rectangle sushi like creation. This version is shown two spams, one of each on both top and bottom. Wrapped in the middle was a seaweed wrap, the spam had a lightish brown sauce underneath.

NOEMI

Justin suggests eating this with your hands. Better experience.

They do so, and their first bite was… well, it was delicious. The saltiness of the spam was laid out as a bed on their tongues. The sweet teriyaki sauce made the salt taste all to better. The moistness of the seaweed complimented the heat of the rice. They were in love all over again, knowing the taste of Hawaiian food made this dinner date all too delectable.

NOEMI & ARGENTO had taken away their appetizer plates and return to the kitchen. Where JUSTIN had been all too articulate with serving them their main course.

JUSTIN

Did they enjoy?!

NOEMI

They did!

JUSTIN

Awesome! I have some plates for you guys too. Peri is actually eating the ones made for her right now. (He points to his right)

PERIWINKLE had her eyes closed as she had gone to Food Heaven.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

Just finish serving them and you guys get to enjoy your plates.

NOEMI & ARGENTO both look at each other and grab the main course. Loco Moco. A dish with a bed of steaming rice topped with a cooked burger patty and a sunny side up egg. With gravy poured over all the dish. VIOLET & EDITH grab knives and forks.

They dig in immediately, the heat from the patty and rice sent the sensation of a fire steaming in their mouths. The yolk of the egg was cut open as the slice let the yolk runs down every inch of the dish. The yolk had made the gravy more delectable and the chili flakes kicked in the spiciness added to the dish. They felt the same feelings as before.

Dessert had arrived immediately, as NOEMI & ARGENTO were so eager to try JUSTIN’S cooking. They take away their dinner plates and immediately return to the kitchen. They see their plates dinners ready and rises up to Food Heaven.

Desert for VIOLET & EDITH was sugar galore. The Malasadas was like biting off a piece off a cloud of fluffiness. The fluffiness of the bread had released pockets of warmness on their taste buds. The sugar complimented the taste as the sweetness added an entire level.

They move onto the Coco Puffs, it was chilled to the point where the bread had this stale-ish taste. Although the cream filling inside chilled inside made the taste of it ultra better. VIOLET had taken a like to the custard coco puff, as it oozed custard filling. As well again, the chill of the desert. While EDITH enjoyed the chocolate cocoa puff as the chocolate filling was a different taste.

The penultimate one was this gorgeous looking pie with whipped cream covering a haupia layer and chocolate filling inside. IT too was chilling and the coldness of the desert was all too tasteful. VIOLET loving every single cold desert, she hadn’t noticed that her ice magic was crawling up on her. EDITH was a major sweet tooth and couldn’t stop eating and wanted more.

EDITH

THIS IS SO GOOD! (She cries out)

VIOLET

Can we just live in Justin’s universe?! I WANT HAWAII FOOD FOREVER!

Their last and final dessert was Shave Ice. A Hawaiian snow cone, but is way massive than what normally people expect. The colors of the rainbow surrounded it. Eating ice with different flavors was rather addicting, as the colors laid down on their tongues and the over sprinkled sugar had caused them to go into a state of insanity for the moment.

The Dinner Date had ended, both VIOLET & EDITH were full. Sitting on their chairs like they eat half of a feast made for kings and queens from near and far.

EDITH

I’m so full… (She rubs her tummy as she moans in agony)

VIOLET

Me too… but it was all worth it.

EDITH

Yeah… it was. (She smiles a little but places her head on the table)

JUSTIN appears near their table. (Monday Loop STOPS PLAYING)

JUSTIN

I suggest you guys move around to help with the digestion.

He nudges VIOLET, motioning her to a dance floor near the stage. JUSTIN suddenly appears at the piano, ready to play a song. He speaks into a mic.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

Alrighty… this lovely night special night for a Princess and her soon to be the love of her life. Uh… what his name Violet?

VIOLET

Um… uh… Edward… Edward Lux.

EDITH

Aw, cute!

JUSTIN

Alright. Let’s dance.

JUSTIN places both hands on the piano keys, ready to play. Feeling the ivory material under his fingertips. He plays the song Your Song by Elton John.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

Uh… grab a partner.

Being that VIOLET & EDITH were the only ones on the dance floor. They realized JUSTIN meant the two of them to dance.

VIOLET

Oh… I think he means you and me.

EDITH

Oh, makes sense. Considering were the only ones on the dance floor and since I am filling in for Edward. May I have this dance? (she does a bow as respect)

VIOLET smiles and returns the bow and they begin to dance. JUSTIN begins to play the song. He sings the song which surprises everyone around, hearing a voice of what some would describe as an angel or an even a god. He didn’t prefer either title despite literally being a god himself. He was just a simple alien boy playing and singing music.

VIOLET (V.O)

Justin, you always surprise everyone, don’t you? (She smiles)

EDITH

OH MY EDEN! HE CAN SING TOO?!

They danced to the song, suddenly they see waves of colorful light of the sound of the song. They look at on and continue to dance. EDITH with her magic senses the feelings of happiness all around. VIOLET inside was having the time of her life. Dancing with the girl she deeply, deeply loves.

After the dance, JUSTIN speaks again.

JUSTIN

I’d like to make a mention of my little sister, Hathor. Who is an amazing artist and comes from a planet where art is taken to a whole new level. Violet… I think it’s time to say what you need to say.

VIOLET comes to the stage and is handed the microphone by JUSTIN.

VIOLET Ok… um… I’m not very good at this. But… uh… I never admitted something like this before… so please just… uh… bear with me,(She breathes in, then out.) I love you. I know that’s so broad and out there but… I really and truly love you. The first time I met you, I hated you. It was unreasonable and I… I’m so so sorry. I blamed you for the one thing I couldn’t control… and I felt so terrible about it. But over the course of our story, we became friends. You defeated the one thing I couldn’t and gave me a reason to keep going despite all the painful and aching memories. And that… after all that… my heart just longed for you. You filled the missing piece of me that was ripped away by that monster. And I held this in for so, so long, and I can’t wait any longer.

She steps off the stage and walks up to EDITH. Her eyes were teary-eyed, like shiny stars. Gleaming with the colors of the glowing lapis lazuli. Her heart of steel along with ice had been unlocked and melted away. It was gleaming every essence of “True Love” had resonated.

VIOLET (cont’d)

Edith Nox… I love you.

EDITH’S heart had stopped for that one moment. Her magic revealed to her senses that VIOLET’S aura was glowing pink aka love. Actual and true love for her. JUSTIN plays the piano, playing song Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. VIOLET steps a few paces back and begins to sing the song.

EDITH begins to cry tears of joy after feelings of VIOLET even more through the song she sang. NOEMI, ARGENTO & PERIWINKLE dance in a circle with all hands together. The songs ends and VIOLET sees EDITH standing in the same spot, unresponsive.

VIOLET (cont’d)

Look… I know this was a huge surprise… but I don’t know… I love you and if you don’t share the same feelings I understand.

She begins to ramble but EDITH taking her by surprise gives her a kiss. NOEMI, ARGENTO, & PERIWINKLE cheer for them. JUSTIN sits on his piano chair and smiles at the fact this mission was a total success. With their heads pressed against each other and eyes closed.

EDITH

I love you too, Violet Choi.

She laughs which makes VIOLET give her a kiss in return.

Hidden within the darkness was the shadow of the slime and sneaky frog man, VODNIK. With his magic floating orb.

VODNIK

Mistress, we found them.

NEYDOLYA

Start the spell. (She says to herself) It has begun. (She has this malicious smile on her face)

FADE TO BLACK

END OF EPISODE 8

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rrrawrf-writes · 5 years

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Also 🖕 for Tovi!

defiance, from the whump prompt list ask game!

this is very long woops.

tw: violence, blood, fire

“Why are you doing this?” the innkeeper asked, bemused. The same question was likely on the mind of several of the other villagers, as Tovi chivvied them up the rocky foothill, towards mountain caves that Chazyn had told her would be there, would be safe for a frightened gaggle of humans.

Tovi shot a look over her shoulder, squinting and scanning for any sign of pursuit. “Because I was told to help -”

“You’re Eolan,” the innkeeper - Vetra - interrupted bluntly. She paused for breath, hands on her hips, and huffed with both exhaustion and exasperation. “We’re Cordellan - I know we’re supposed to be allies, now, but you’re just one messenger. Most of your people wouldn’t have so much as lifted a finger.”

Because I’m one of you, Tovi wanted to say. Because I’m just as much a Cord as an Eolan, because I’m borderfolk, just like you, because I grew up in towns like these and I protected towns like these and I’m just like you.

‘We need to foster coexistence,’ Captain Slate had told them, when the two countries merged their armies to fight off this new threat. ‘Be ambassadors. Take any chance you can to convince the Cordellans - not Cords, not anymore - that we can support each other. We have to reach a new peace.’

So Tovi didn’t say any of that. Instead, she flashed Vetra a dazzling smile that had the heavyset, broad-shoulder, older woman’s cheeks flush pink and said, “Like you said. We’re allies now, and me and my people would rather give up our rings than let these bastards attack our friends.”

“That’s a load of donkey dung,” Vetra said flatly. Tovi laughed and reached up to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Keep moving. We’re almost there.”

Rock and scree slid under the hooves of Tovi’s horse, carrying two smaller children. The littlest one yelped and clung to the horse’s mane, and her fear at the shifting mountainside saved her from an arrow that whistled right over her head.

Tovi swore and whipped around, swinging up her crossbow. “Hurry up!” she snapped; her horse snorted and lunged forward to a stabler piece of ground, and without instruction it lurched behind an outcropping of rocks, protecting itself and its precious burden from the archer down at the foot of the mountainside.

Taking aim, Tovi shot at the Abelon scout, and grinned in triumph when they dropped; she doubted she’d kill them, but at least they weren’t shooting anymore.

“Nice shot.”

“I’ve had better,” Tovi said flippantly, and Vetra puffed out a laugh. “That would just be a scout. They’re on our trail, more’s coming.”

“So you keep saying,” Vetra grumbled, and shooed on the handful of her townsfolk. “Hush that noise, little Vella, you weren’t hurt.”

The ground leveled out somewhat, but it was still uphill; large boulders clustered on the mountainside, and deserted animal burrows dotted the slope here and there, often screened by brush. Tovi squinted, and finally spotted the mark above a thick tangle of thorny bushes, a yellow scrape into the grey rock.

“Take them there,” she told Vetra, pointing. “See those thornbushes? There’s a cave behind them, should fit the horse, too. Make sure you put the bushes back, so it’s hidden. Keep going back, and you should meet - someone.”

Vetra stopped short. “Someone?”

Tovi bit her tongue, looking back down the slope. She could see people moving about the trees, now. “His name is Koroza. I promise you, Vetra, he is a friend, no matter how he seems.”

“With every word coming off your tongue, girl, I grow more and more worried,” Vetra growled. She hurried forward to help an older man up a spill of stones.

“Why are you thinking about my tongue?” Tovi asked cheerfully. She stopped where she was, the only walkable trail taking their group through a narrow cleft between miniature cliffs; it was so tight that her horse balked.

As Vetra shepherded the others through, barking curses and orders whenever someone dared raise a question, Tovi took her horse’s bridle and smoothed a hand across its cheek. “Oh, you’ve been so good, Breaker,” she cooed, pressing her forehead against its own. “What a good, strong, brave man you are, yes you are. You’re almost done, boy, okay?”

She impressed her will on the horse’s mind as she spoke, urging him that he was so close, that he just needed to suck in his girth, that it wasn’t bad at all. Finally, Tovi backed away, and gave the children on his back a mock glare.

“Don’t you let my horse get hurt, all right?” she said, wagging a finger. Vella sniffled, but her older brother managed a watery smile and a promise that he’d keep Breaker safe forever.

Tovi smiled back, and turned to come face-to-face with Vetra’s scarred face, her permanently-scowling mouth turned into an even deeper frown. “You’re not coming?”

“Oh, I’ll be right behind you.” Tovi beamed as she sidled carefully around Vetra. The woman’s hand shot out, faster than expected, and locked around Tovi’s elbow.

“Don’t lie to me, girl,” she growled. Tovi’s smile turned wry, and she shot another look down the slope. “Who will guide us?”

“Koroza will get you there safe.”

“Koroza is not a human name.”

“No, it isn’t.” Tovi ran a hand through her hair. “But us mangy Eolans aren’t your only allies in this war, Vetra.” She hesitated, then slipped her satchel over her head, the thick leather stamped with the symbol of the Eolan army. “Take this to your mages, when you get back down from the mountains. The message must get to your king.”

“But you’ll be right behind us,” Vetra said sardonically.

“Ah, you see my point.” Tovi grinned crookedly. “It’s a very important message, so if you can save me that last few feet of walkin’, it’ll be even better!”

“Girl.”

“My name’s T-”

Vetra put a finger over Tovi’s mouth. “Don’t tell me your name.”

“If you say so.”

“You’ll be right behind us,” Vetra said, her repeated words a warning. Tovi, lying through her teeth, bobbed her head and widened her eyes agreeably. “Well, then, catch up and you’ll get this bag to the mage couriers. Why will you be right behind us?”

Tovi looked down the mountainside. A handful of people were stooped over the Abelon she’d felled earlier. Vetra followed her gaze, and sighed.

“Won’t take long,” Tovi promised. She grinned and hefted her quiver. “I’m stuffed full of bolts. Just - don’t wait up for me, all right?”

Vetra pursed her twisted lips, and Tovi visually traced the thick scar that cut through them. Recklessly, she added, “How ‘bout a kiss for luck, beautiful? Won’t tell your husband.”

Vetra snorted, planting a large hand on one massive hip, as she slung the satchel over her other shoulder. “He’s been dead these last six winters.”

“I - oh.” Tovi grimaced slightly, looking back down. The Abelon soldiers were heading up the mountainside now, following their all too obvious trail. She bit the inside of her cheek, then pulled her sword from its sheath. “Take this, too.”

Vetra arched an eyebrow. “I’ve never swung a sword.”

“Oh, I saw that club in your inn, and heard how you use it,” Tovi teased, grinning. “It’s the same principle, only this one’s sharp and you can chop your toe off. I won’t need it.”

Vetra sighed. Tovi started, “You really need to go -”

The innkeeper cupped Tovi’s face in her large hands and kissed Tovi so deeply that her knees went to jelly, melting into the rock behind her. Vetra broke it off before Tovi could remember to return the kiss.

“You’ll be right behind us,” the woman sternly reminded her, taking the sword from Tovi’s weak fingers.

“Okay,” Tovi said, her voice squeaking in the middle; she had no idea what Vetra just said. The innkeeper woman smiled and patted Tovi on her very red cheek, before she finally turned away. It took Tovi a full five seconds to remember what she was doing.

She sniffled, wiped tears off her cheeks, and loaded her crossbow. She could hear Vetra moving the last of the villagers along, the rustle of bushes and yelps from those who got their fingers pricked, and then a heavy scraping sound.

And then they were gone. Tovi moved down the slope to find herself a better vantage point and aimed her crossbow at the moving spot of red and black that marked the first of the Abelon soldiers climbing towards her. Holding her breath, she fired.

–

Tovi was a good shot, but not good enough to pick them all off. She cursed as she reached for her quiver and found less than a dozen left, doing a quick count by brushing her fingers along the top of the bolts. She scrambled through a small copse of scraggly, thin trees that barely clung to the rock face, coughing from the dust her own feet stirred up.

Maybe she could catch up with Vetra and the others. She’d thinned the herd some, but Tovi had drastically underestimated the amount of soldiers these people would send not only to march through a village, but to track those fleeing villagers and one irritating Eolan lieutenant.

She stumbled over rocks and roots and loose dirt, and shouted when something slammed into her shoulder, sending Tovi to her hands and knees. Warmth trickled down her back, and she only had to turn her head to catch sight of a feathered arrow in her peripheral vision, punched through her thick leather armor.

Pushing herself back up, Tovi forced herself to keep moving. Her armor had taken the brunt of it; when she moved her arm, the arrowhead scraped through her skin, but it didn’t catch on muscle or bone.

She kept running.

These Abelons only used shortbows, she’d noticed, and the fact that they had caught her in the trees only meant they were terrifyingly close. Tovi scrambled over a heavy stone; when she felt the rock moved under her feet, she slid down on the other side, then put her shoulder to it and shoved, whimpering in pain. It took another heave before the boulder shifted past its tipping point, and careened down the slope.

Tovi didn’t wait to see if she’d hit anyone; the curses from below were music to her ears as she scrambled upwards. When she reached the cleft in the rock face that led to the cave, Tovi took a deep breath, then turned around. Now she regretted giving Vetra her sword.

She raised her crossbow, and then swore and ducked down. Another arrow clattered over her head, and Tovi, from her knees, snarled and shot down the archer, some twenty feet down the slope. He pitched back and tumbled into another of the soldiers, but half a dozen more were still climbing towards her.

Before Tovi could shoot again, one of the soldiers pulled their sword; it pulsed white, and when he swung it, a sharp wind sent a spray of grit and gravel into Tovi’s face, blinding her.

Great. If half a damned company after her weren’t enough, Tovi had to deal with one of their damned mages - they weren’t much like Cord mages, either -

She took cover behind the split rocks, rubbing dirt out of her eyes. When she could more or less see, Tovi swung around and fired half-blind - and to her delight, she heard a cry of pain.

“What are you gonna tell your commandant?” Tovi called, ducking back behind cover. “Takes eight of you just to track down one woman!”

“Count again,” said a voice from behind her, and Tovi’s heart leapt into her throat.

She whipped around, raising her crossbow, but before she could shoot, a sword swung down on it, knocking the weapon out of her hands. Tovi cursed and kicked out at the man, wondering where in the hell he had even come from, and as he doubled over, she turned and jumped up, finding handholds in the rock between her and the rest of the Abelons.

The man latched onto her quiver, trying to drag her back down; Tovi fumbled with the buckle and let it loose, dropping it on his head. She’d nearly gotten over the top of the boulder when there was a terrible stabbing pain in her calf.

She yelled as the man dragged downward on the crossbow bolt he’d jabbed into her leg. He wrapped her hands around her ankle next, and pulled; Tovi cried out as she hit the ground on her back, the arrow in her shoulder snapping, and digging the arrowhead deeper into her skin.

She rolled over, and felt cool metal slide against her cheek. Tovi froze, then slid her gaze up the length of the sword and forced a smile through the pain, recognizing the cut of the uniform. “Oh, you’re the commandant. Tell me, sir, just why are you sending your whole company after a single innocent woman?”

The man grinned back and flicked his sword; Tovi flinched as the point cut across her cheek.

“An innocent woman? And here I was, thinking we were chasing a rat.”

“Now, that’s just rude.” Tovi watched the sword carefully; as it lowered, she grabbed a large rock and lunged forward, swinging it into the side of his knee.

The Abelon officer swore as he stumbled, dropping to one knee. Tovi rolled over and scrambled to her feet, a sobbing, hysterical laugh bubbling up as pain lanced through her leg and her shoulder. She stumbled through the thin passage between the rocks, and came face-to-face with another of the soldiers.

She threw herself backwards, but not quickly enough, throwing up her arm. The soldier’s sword sliced into her arm, grating against bone, and forced her to the ground.

“Don’t kill her,” the commandant snapped from behind, before the soldier could bring his sword down. Tovi, vision blurred by tears and pain, laughed again, on her knees.

“Don’t think you could,” she retorted, shakily trying to get to her feet. Her head spun; blood poured from her arm, staining her clothes, the ground, everything she could see. “Who taught you to swing that thing? A drowned kitten?”

The soldier snarled and grabbed a chunk of Tovi’s hair, and slammed her head against the rocks.

—

They used a tourniquet on her arm, and sloppily bandaged her leg and shoulder. Tovi couldn’t see why she bothered, but she was also having a hard time seeing anything at all; as the Abelon soldiers lumped her down the mountain, her head pounded and blood gummed up her right eyelid. Every time they shifted and she caught a glimpse of the blue, blue sky, she whimpered at the light stabbing directly into her brain.

She didn’t remember when they reached the Abelon camp. When Tovi woke up for certain, she opened her eyes to see a woman hunched over her arm, a soft red light around her hands. Tovi stared; it was the first woman she’d ever seen in the Abelon army.

“Diiiint think… had wimmen,” Tovi said, or tried; her words came out slurred and unrecgonizable. The dark-haired woman gave her a sidelong look, and the red glow faded. Tovi squinted, trying to memorize the blue-trimmed red uniform as the woman stood and stalked to the tent opening. They didn’t know what kind of uniforms the Abelon medics and healers wore; while Cordell and Eola would never knowingly hurt a battlefield medic, though, the Abelons didn’t seem to have the same scruples.

Tovi would have to talk to them about that, since she was here anyway.

She just lay in the tent for a long time, straddling the line between sleep and wakefulness and staring at the tarp above her head. After what she assumed had been a magical healing - Tovi had, fortunately, been lucky enough not to spend too much time in the Cordellan healing tents, so she wasn’t really sure what it was supposed to feel like - she felt vastly better, and whatever medicine had made her words so foggy slowly leaked out of her body.

As the fuzziness left, though, the pain returned. Her arm hurt the worst, but her head was next; even the dim torchlight from outside the tent intensified the aching. She was starting to drift off when she heard, incredibly close to the tent, the nicker of a horse.

Tovi’s eyes snapped open.

—

Commandant Ivon let their prisoner stagger her way over to the picket line, and he only stepped out of the shadows when she seemed to have made friends with a soft cream mare he knew for a fact liked no one, and had bitten every rider given to it.

“And where are we going tonight?” he asked idly.

The Eolan woman yelped and whipped around; Ivon saw the attack coming from a league away, and grabbed her wrist before the small knife she’d stolen from - somewhere - could hit him. Ivon yanked her forward, and brought up his knee in the same motion, hitting her sharply in the gut.

The mare she had been wooing snorted and snapped at Ivon, but the tether kept it far from being able to bite. He eyed the hooves warily as it half-reared, though, and grabbed the woman by the back of her shirt, dragging her back towards the rest of the camp.

“You know, you should be grateful,” Ivon said conversationally, grabbing her arms as she twisted away from him. “I wasted a healing on you. I don’t even do that for my officers.”

“You’re a piss-poor commander, then,” the woman retorted. She kicked at his shins, and Ivon rolled his eyes and gave a call to one of the soldiers he could spot moving between tents. “We take care of our soldiers.”

“Do you?” Ivon nodded to the other soldier, as he latched onto the struggling woman. “You’re Eolan. Don’t you people believe that healing magic sucks away your souls, or some such ridiculousness?”

The Eolan scowled, and then said, “See, then, I don’t see why you’d hold back. None of you bastards have any souls anyway.”

Ivon grinned. Ignoring her struggling and angry curses, he and his subordinate dragged her to one of the main campfires. A large tree stood on the edge of the firelight, and the flickering light seemed to make its boughs and shadows jump and twist in the night. The Eolan soldier woman sucked in a breath, and dug her heels in when she saw it.

“What, are you people afraid of trees, too?” Ivon asked, amused. He beckoned another soldier with a jerk of his head, and told them to grab some rope.

“With the way your soldiers fight, I’ve got more to fear from a tree than any of you,” she spat back. When Ivon loosened his grip to take the rope, she wrenched her arm from his grip and bulled the other soldier to the ground. Rolling off the top of him, she bolted to her feet, and made it about ten steps before one of Ivon’s officers caught up to her.

He grabbed her by her arm, and judging by the Eolan’s high-pitched yelping, Ivon guessed he’d grabbed her injured arm. Another of the soldiers caught up, and Ivon let them wrestle the woman to the ground and hit her a few times before he called them back.

“You’re quick on your feet,” Ivon said, as they tied the dazed soldier to the tree. She blew strands of her mouse-brown hair out of her face, bleeding now from her bottom lip and a new scrape on her chin. They pushed her down onto her rear before tying her arms to the tree, running the rope around the trunk. Ivon crouched down at his haunches by her legs, and worked one of her boots off her feet. “We should fix that.”

She snarled and spat at him. “Maybe you should fix your face.”

Ivon smiled, and curled his fingers. A small flame appeared in his palm, lending a gruesome cast to his face. “We know you were carrying a message, Eolan. What was it?”

“Letters to your mother.” Her eyes darted straight to the fire in his hand, her breath catching.

Ivon gave an appreciative chuckle. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate them,” he said, and then gripped the bottom of her foot, pressing the flames into her sole.

Her screams rang out for miles.

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bugheadfamily · 6 years

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This week the spotlight is on Anna ( @writeradamanteve )! Click the read more link below to get to know our member!

Spotlight by Mila, @jughead-jones | Graphic by Katie, @betty-cooper

Anna | @writeradamanteve

Name: Anna

Age: 40

Location: New Jersey

Any other languages aside from English people can contact you in?: Filipino.

Favourite Riverdale characters and ships?: Aside from Betty and Jughead, I do love the awfulness of Cheryl Blossom and spitfire that is season 1 Veronica.

Cheryl Blossom is unapologetically terrible, and in real life, I would absolutely HATE her, but there’s something to be said about a woman who just goes all in. I get that hardness in her, and I like it that she admires others for it, too. That Toni brings out her soft side is a plus, but I would prefer that she stays true to her character outside of her romantic relationship.

Season 1 Veronica Lodge was a champion of women. I loved that about her. I may not have bought the whole “Betty is my best friend” assertion, but I did like that she was doing it to make amends for her past. S1!Veronica wanted to do better and she looked at Betty and thought Betty was a good person to hang out with to further that. Veronica as a person is methodical. Deliberate. And those are characteristics that can be both good and bad. I like it that Veronica can go both ways. I also mean that in a very gay way. No amount of her sleeping with Archie will convince me that her character can’t be bi. I can’t even say I hate her in season 2. She seemed a little lost there, but she was deciding between her family and her principles. For a while she thought that both could coexist, but when she realized in the end that it couldn’t, she broke away. That’s badass.

As for Betty and Jughead, I have at least 500K worth of words in fanfic that expresses the many ways I love them. But to be clear:

I love Betty for being so steadfast in her beliefs. She may have her insecurities when it comes to how she looks and what her mother may think of her, but when it comes injustice and friends endangering themselves for sex, she isn’t going to let anyone prevent her from doing the right thing. She is a go-getter, from saving Pop’s to saving her relationship (especially when Jughead was pulling away from her). She is a master at wielding household items — a skill, we learned, she got from Alice, who’s clearly handy with a lamp. She’s kinky, and she can be scary stone cold — forcing Cheryl to testify the truth with blackmail, watching Jughead punch Chic in the face without flinching, drowning a man to get him to confess to his sins (although ask me some other time about the morality and racial undertones of that, as that is an entirely different conversation). But she also deeply values her relationships. She cares for her loved ones so much, friend or family. That makes her so strong.

Let me tell you the many Jugheads I love: Soft!Jughead, Smughead Jones, Curious Jones, Snowflake!Jughead, ProudBF!Juggie, and even HaplessSerpent!Jughead. I like him best when he’s writing and when he’s making literary references in regular conversation. I love how sarcastic he could be and how his transition from loner weird kid in Riverdale High to popular serpent prince in Southside High tugs at my heartstrings and makes me mad, too. Like Betty, he cares fiercely for the people he loves. His need to belong becomes real to him, after he tried to deny it for so long. As much as we all have our issues with Season 2 Jughead, it added certain dimensions to Jughead that I love to write about in fanfic.

Favourite moments from S1 & S2?: I think I loved most of season 1, but the moments that stood out to me most were these: When Betty was dancing happily in her Cheerleading uniform, when Betty and Jughead were searching Jason’s room and got caught, when Jughead and Betty went to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy together, when Betty rushed to SSH to save Jughead only to find him laughing at the lunch tables with his newfound friends, when Veronica stood up for Betty at the tryouts, when Veronica showed Cheryl compassion, when the girls all banded together to make Chuck suffer the consequences of his misogyny (again, I have words for this, but mostly — why only him? His wasn’t the only name on that playbook), when Cheryl calls people names, when Jughead protected Betty from her vandalized locker, and of course, when Jughead climbed Betty’s bedroom window. While I can’t get enough of Jughead throwing Betty against the kitchen counter, I have to admit I still loved those other scenes a whole lot more. That said, I will still hope for what I mention in question #7.

Season 2 — ah, my goodness. I don’t need to explain how S2 broke my heart in so many good and bad ways. While there were some golden moments, I think most of us are in agreement that there were so many things that could’ve been done better. However, I STILL do have favorite scenes in this Hell Season: Jughead running the gauntlet was amazing, Betty working on Reggie’s car, the entire street race sequence, every time Betty uses a household object to save people (a shovel, a rolling pin, a poker), Jughead and Betty disposing of the car--from her house to the swamp, that entire episode of “The Wicked and the Divine”, Cheryl and Toni finding one another, and the hunger strike scenes.

What are your hopes for S3?:

Bughead summer sex montage.

MOAR Bughead Detective Agency.

A slammin’ Riverdale Parents Flashback episode.

Joaquin stays and Kevin gets better with love and BDE.

Kevin and Josie becoming step-siblings.

Reggie and Sweetpea being half-brothers.

Veronica being the Speakeasy Queen.

Cheryl stirring trouble (even if I know I’ll hate her for it).

Archie getting a clue.

Other fandoms you’re into?: My thing is that I don’t usually fan hard on more than one thing. My past fandoms were Harry Potter, Teen Titans, Anime (many of them at once), Cowboy Bebop, X-Files, Star Trek Voyager, and Firefly. At present, I love Star Wars (all of them — eh, except maybe for Episodes 1, 2, and 3), Wonder Woman, and all the Marvel movies.

What are some of your favourite movies/TV?: Classics: Galaxy Quest, Tropic Thunder, Labyrinth, The Princess Bride, Forest Gump, The Matrix, Constantine, Clueless, The Breakfast Club, Transformers: The Animated Movie, Snatch, Firefly, Veronica Mars, Supernatural (Seasons 1 - 5), X-Files;

Most Recent: Pacific Rim, Black Panther, Wonder Woman, Rogue One, Ready Player One, Anne with an E, Daredevil, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Anthony Bourdaine’s old and new series.

Favourite books?: There are so many, fam, but here are the ones that first come to mind:

Harry Potter 1 - 6 (yeah, sorry, not a huge fan of the 7th)

Emma by Jane Austen

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

All of Louisa May Alcott’s books

All of Sharon Shinn

All of L.M. Montgomery

Anne Marston’s Rune Blade Trilogy

Barb and J.C. Hendee’s Noble Dead Saga

The Infernal Devices Trilogy (Cassandra Clare)

A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray

All of Zilpha Keatley Snyder books

All of Paula Danziger books

Juliet Naked by Nick Hornby

Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer

The Unlikely Disciple by Kevin Roose

The Monster of Florence by Douglas Preston and Mario Spezi

The Terror by Dan Simmons

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Misery by Stephen King

Favourite bands/musicians?: I shall date myself, thanks:

Queen

Guns & Roses

Metallica

Nikki Minaj

Cardi B

Imagine Dragons

One Republic

The Killers

Lily Allen

Cake

Eminem

Amy Winehouse

Sting

If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?: Harry Potter, no doubt. I would like to live in a world that relies on magic. I would like to go to a magical school like Hogwarts. I would love to fight in a resistance to overthrow an evil sorcerer. Plus, I would really, really love to meet Hermione.

Favourite food?:

Ramen (the real stuff, not the dried instant ones)

Banh Mi

Bun bo Hue

Sushi

Filipino Food — particularly Adobo

Tacos

Mangos and strawberries

Favourite season?: Summer.

Favourite plant?: This is an odd question to me as I don’t have a favorite plant. They are just there and sometimes they give me grief when I have to tend to the outside of my house because they’ve gotten unruly on some level (like — Fall, why do you have to discard your leaves all over my grounds?)

Favourite scent?: Baby’s breath, food, and freshly changed bed sheets.

Favourite colour?: Victorian pink.

Favourite animal?: Cats and Owls (I am definitely a witch by heart).

Are you a night owl, an early bird, or a vampire?: I sleep late and wake up early. I am an old person who can go on 5 hours of sleep.

Place you want to visit?: Portugal or Prague is next on my list.

Do you have pets? If you do, tell us a little about them: I have two pets. Pootie is a cat. He is a gray tuxedo. He loves me best, but he also hangs around my eldest child a lot. Every once in a while, he bothers my husband. Bob is a hermit crab. Bob bores the hell out of me and I am equal parts terrified that I will find him dead in his cage and tired that I am still taking care of him. His previous companions, Larry and Curly, have perished. When I found them dead, I screamed. Hermit crabs are creepy as fuck when they leave their shells, like I can’t stand them that way. I don’t know why I am stuck taking care of Bob, but he’s here, he is under my care, and God help me, he’s a stubborn bastard.

Tell us a little about yourself?:

For work, I’m a web producer/web developer, and I maintain about 20 sites for my company.

I used to work in publishing.

I went to law school and quit.

I eventually married my high school sweetheart and now we have 3 children.

I was always attracted to women, too, but growing up, I was too afraid to come out as bi. It still intimidates me, coming out to new people now. Most times, I just let them draw their own conclusions.

Fun or weird fact about you?: There’s nothing weird about me that you don’t already know. Fun fact: I kickbox in the nearby UFC gym, and one time, I was practicing with Tai pads with a dude who kicked me in the leg by accident — he just “grazed” me, really. I TRIED VERY HARD to pretend that I was alright. That night, my leg was swollen, and three months later, I saw that same dude fighting in the octagon on TV.

Asks for fanfic authors:

How long have you been writing?: 20 years.

Which is your favourite of the fics you’ve written?: That is impossible to answer. Truly. So I’m going to close my eyes over a list of my stories and where my finger lands, that’s my fave. It’s Drive.

Favourite fic/chapter/plot-point/character you’ve ever written?: This is even harder.

Polly’s character arc in Wicked. I really love how I fleshed her out in that story

The development of Kevin and Jughead’s friendship in Harvest to Home

Jughead’s relationship with Archie and Jellybean in Drive.

Betty’s story arc in Drive.

The twists and turns of Wicked.

The rich ambience of Harvest to Home.

Betty and Cheryl’s friendship in Harvest to Home.

The text conversation in Drive.

Sweet Pea’s background character in Drive.

Cheryl’s character in Wicked.

The car chase scene in Drive.

The hotel scene in Cowboy Jones.

The Peitho kitchen scene in Cowboy Jones.

Which was the hardest to write, and why?: Wicked was hard to write. I had set out to write this story with the twists and turns in mind, and those twists were interlaced. I had to set stuff up all throughout the beginning and middle so that the end would make sense. It was also harder because of Season 2. The background of those episodes in contrast with what I had in mind tended to make me nervous about reader expectations. Like when Hal was suddenly the Black Hood on Riverdale, it felt odd to not make him so terrible in Wicked.

One of the hardest chapters I had to write was a chapter written in Cheryl’s POV. Delving into her psyche was a difficult switch to turn on and at some point, I was doubting whether I can do it, but I did it and there it was. And I don’t regret it at all.

How do you come up with the ideas for you fic(s)? (examples: Do you draw inspiration from real life? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?) Do you have an process to your writing?: Inspiration is different every time.

For Harvest to Home, I wanted to write a fic about a very domestic Betty who made beautiful things. While I was writing that fic, I was deeply into the show Fixer Upper because we had just moved into our own new home. I was absolutely inspired by the designs I saw on TV and our need to decorate our home. I wanted Betty to be so good at it that she wrote a blog about home making. I had a lot of inspiration for that as well, since in the publishing company I used to work for, I worked with a lot of chefs and homemakers who published books.

For Drive, I was inspired by images of Mechanic!Betty at the start of Season 2. I think I may have seen a couple of fics inspired by the movie Baby Driver, where Jughead drove the getaway cars, and honestly, I got a little mad that Betty was never the driver. So I wrote the damn thing, and suddenly, Jughead was drag racing in Season 2. I wrote that fic with a lot of alternative music in the background. I usually started my chapters with the lyrics of those songs that inspired me.

For Wicked, I started writing it for Halloween and it basically grew too large of an idea to make it to Halloween of that year. I was also hesitant about how the fandom would receive a fic where Betty was a witch. Then there came that article about how Alice was possibly a Spellman. WELL THEN.

Cowboy Jones was absolutely inspired by the Camp Bughead prompts. I figured since I hadn’t been driven out of the fandom by torches and pitchforks because of Wicked, I’d try for some sci-fi, a genre I really love. I aimed to misbehave with Cowboy Jones, so I told myself that this was going to be my smuttiest work yet. I had also put out an X-Files inspired bughead short called The Truth is Here for that same prompt.

I answered the question about my writing process here and some more about character development here.

Idea that you always wanted to write?: Kitchen Confidential type story, where Jughead is an asshole chef who is determined to make his restaurant succeed. Betty becomes his sous chef and shows him a thing or two about cooking and about life.

Favourite character to write?: Betty and Jughead, no doubt.

Best comment/review you’ve ever received?: Well, there are so many commenters who have been so fantastic, but my favorite comments come from those who want to have a discussion with me, mostly because I like to reply to all commenters to express my gratitude and it’s easier to reply when I can pick up a conversation.

Best and worst parts of being a writer?: Best part is finishing a chapter and posting it. Worst part is getting flamed. I have been fortunate enough to have a welcoming group of readers here, but I’ve had my share of flames in other fandoms. I always try to dig deep for something constructive in them — there always is something that can be so useful to my writing, but man, those are TOUGH to handle sometimes.

Do you have any advice to offer?: Few things:

Don’t let fear rule your life. Embrace that fear and get to know it. Find out what makes it frightening, then overcome it.

Practice. That is the only thing that will make you better at anything.

Learn from failure. It’s a bitch of a teacher but it’s the best lesson you’ll ever have.

Find work that you love. It always pays.

This is the eleventh installment of Bughead Family’s Member Spotlight series. Each week, a member’s url is selected through a randomizer and they will be featured in a spotlight post. In order to participate, please join the Bughead Discord (more information found here). Thank you.

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marypsue · 6 years

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things that didn't happen (here):

The portal that crackles open in the middle of the living room is a sickly, sinister red and somehow manages to look seconds away from collapse. Still, it hovers in midair long enough to spit out four people. It takes a moment to recognise most of them; Beth's shaved her head to the scalp, a smudge of something black smeared across both eyes and the bridge of her nose, Jerry's musclebound and sporting an extremely ill-advised moustache, Summer - well, Summer looks pretty much the same, just a little more tattered and a lot more comfortable with that pump-action shotgun she's holding.

"We're here for Titanic on Blu-ray," she says, giving it a pump, "and we're not leaving without it."

The full story comes out over dinner. After being abandoned in a dimension where every other living human had been mutated into Cronenbergian genetic freaks, they'd realised a few things: Beth and Jerry's marriage works best under outside stress from something they can punch; popularity doesn't mean much to Summer when the only people around to get it from are people she doesn't want to impress; and, they were living out their own personal I Am Legend.

"Like, the book," Wasteland Weekend Summer explains. "Not, like, the one with Will Smith."

"Wait, you - you actually read that?" Morty asks. "I - I - I thought the only things you read were Buzzfeed personality quizzes."

Summer shoots him a glare, and Wasteland Weekend Summer puts one hand threateningly on the shotgun leaned against her chair, but the other Beth just says "Summer, no deadly weaponry at the table," without looking up from her mashed potatoes. Both Summers huff out a sigh and fold their arms over their chests.

"Whatever," they say, in eerie unison, and then stare at each other like they've just walked into a fancy party and seen the other wearing the same dress.

"I...don't recall the plot of that one," Jerry says, casting a nervous glance at the person seated beside him.

"It doesn't matter," Wasteland Weekend Summer sighs. "The point was, like, the Cronenbergs are still people."

"Well," the other Beth says, delicately. "Most of them."

"We may have eaten a few before we figured that one out," buff Jerry admits. "And by 'may have', I mean 'definitely'." He shoots a defensive glare around the table. "Like I keep saying, it's not cannibalism if you have a completely different genetic makeup!"

"And like I keep telling you, Dad, that's not how genetics work," Wasteland Weekend Summer mutters, rolling her eyes. "Anyway. It didn't take all that long before we went, like, wait. Who're the real monsters here?"

The lump of misshapen flesh everyone's been trying to avoid eye contact with pulses in agreement, spattering Jerry with some kind of viscous, greenish fluid. He wipes it off with his napkin, shifting his chair away from its seat as surreptitiously as he can manage, which isn't very.

"Yeah, it's been weird, but once you get used to everyone being some kind of body horror abomination, nothing's really all that different?" the body horror abomination says, in a voice that's surprisingly normal - and familiar. "I actually kind of like things this way. I mean, now that everybody's equally disturbing-looking, at least I know people are actually interested in me as a person, not just because I've got the right flesh-lumps in the right places. Did you even know I was an honour student? Or that I was interested in astrophysics?"

It's hard to tell, since it doesn't exactly have a face, but it sure looks like its stalk-eye is looking pointedly at Morty.

In the end, the wastelanders leave with Jerry's special edition Titanic box set and a Blu-ray player that Wasteland Weekend Summer and Cronenjessica agree they can probably rig up to use solar power. They're gone before anybody remembers to ask if they've got a TV set.

"Oh, shit," the redhead says, looking from Rick to Morty and back again. "Not you two."

"O-oh, you've, uh, you've heard of us," Morty stammers. "M-maybe you've heard about all those times we, uh, we saved an entire galaxy, o-or..." He stops, trying very hard not to look like he's staring. "Uh, what...what're you -"

"Taking my top off," the redhead says, a little muffled by the fabric she's pulling over her head.

"That much was obvious," Rick says, not sounding at all impressed. Morty can't say he can relate.

"Look," the redhead says, shaking out her hair and tying the shirt around her waist, "you two have a ridiculously high body count when it comes to random innocent bystanders. But hot girls usually manage to escape with only major psychological trauma. Especially if they're redheads." She gives her hair a fluff with both hands and then adjusts her bra. It's lacy, and pink. It looks satiny. "So my best bet for surviving the next twenty-two minutes is to get sexy and let the fourteen-year-old think he's got a shot."

"Aww," Morty sighs, deflating, and the redhead gives him a pitying smile.

"Hey, you've still got the next twenty-two minutes to convince me!"

She starts to turn, and suddenly freezes in place, her eyes half-closed, caught mid-blink with an extremely dopey look on her face. There's a faint, electric-blue aura clinging to her, and when Morty tries to touch it, he gets a zap, like a static shock but longer.

"Come on," Rick says, tucking some weird sci-fi pistol back into his coat. "Befouuurp that wears off."

"Aw geez, Rick! What - what'd you do that for!?" Morty protests, waving both arms in the redhead's direction. Now that she's frozen mid-bounce, it's painfully apparent what Morty's missing out on.

"Because she's a - a - a pain in the ass, Morty! A big - big genre-savvy buzzkill! Did you actually want that tagging along with us?"

"Well, no, okay," Morty admits, with a last, longing look at her bra, so close and yet so completely out of reach. "But -"

"You - you - you didn't actually think she was ever going to fuck you?"

"No, but - but she was gonna act like she was!" Morty yells, hurrying after Rick. "Twenty-two minutes! Rick! You - you just cheated me out of twenty-two minutes of real-life, in-your-face, 3D toplessness here!"

"You know Mom used to say that whenever she was mad at me about something? 'Bethany Ann Sanchez, you are your father's daughter'." Beth breathes out a laugh and shakes her head. "And she wondered why I moved out as soon as I turned sixteen."

"Wow, you sure - sure showed her," her dad says, with what seems like unnecessary sarcasm, not taking his eyes off the TV set.

Beth laughs again, because she's not sure what else there is to do.

"Look. I loved my mom. But - she was right. We were never going to coexist peacefully under one roof." She taps her pencil against the page of the crossword she's working on, takes a breath in. "I'm just too much like - well, like you."

The words fall onto what passes for a conversation like a couple of atom bombs on an unsuspecting atoll. Beth turns all her attention to her crossword to avoid counting the seconds of silence. Possibly no crossword square has ever been filled in with such careful deliberation.

Just great. Really genius, actually. Her long-lost father finally deigns to spend a little time in her company, and she has to go get her feelings all over it like some stupid - teenage -

"You kept my last name," her dad says, weirdly flat, and Beth breathes out. Okay. She can pretend that it didn't just happen.

"Well, it is on my birth certificate," she says, scribbling down 'EAVES'. "And not every high schooler can truthfully say they share a name with an intergalactic rock star."

For a minute or so, the silence is just silence, filled with the friendly nonsense noise of the TV. It's even, Beth dares to hope, a companionable silence.

Then her dad breaks it with an enormous belch. "If you're really so - so m-much like me, then I gotta wonder why you still - why you haven't dumped the chump yet."

"Dad," Beth sighs.

"Look, life is short and meaningless. I know that maybe - maybe better than anybody. You gotta - you gotta wring everything you can out of it before it's gone, because it - that'll happen sooner than you think."

"Well, that's cheerful," Beth says, turning over her pencil and furiously erasing 'NIETZSCHE'. "Listen, Dad, I really appreciate the advice, but -"

"The universe isn't fair, Beth. It isn't handing out favours to - to nice girls who wait in line." Her dad finally turns away from the TV to look at her, and Beth sets the crossword down on the end table. "If you aren't smart enough to have figured that one out yet, then you - then maybe you and Jerry really do deserve each other."

Beth takes another deep breath, lets it out through her nose, slow. Suddenly, absurdly, thinks of her mother.

"Dad," she says, like it's some kind of charm that will keep his attention until she's finished. "I've always looked up to you. Maybe even idolised you a little, not that there's anything wrong with that, it's a perfectly normal -"

She stops herself, twists the pencil in her hands. It feels like she's trying to choose each word, carefully, from a set of fridge magnet poetry that doesn't have anywhere near the words she needs to say what she wants to say.

"I saw the mistakes you and Mom made," Beth says, finally, deliberately. "I don't want to make the same ones. I have people in my life I care about. It's important to me to try for them."

"Oh yeah, how's that one wouurrpking out for you?" her dad asks, that deadpan sarcasm again, turning back to the TV.

Beth chews the inside of her lip.

"I didn't say it wasn't a mistake," she admits, finally. "Just not the same mistake. At least my kids won't hate me for abandoning them."

"Nope," her dad says, flat and casual, like he's completely unaffected, not looking at Beth as he pushes himself up off the couch. The tinny sound of a commercial jingle gives his next words a weirdly jaunty air. "Lucky you, they hate you for a - a whole different set of reasons."

The sharpened end of her pencil isn't even, Beth realises. There's much more graphite visible on one side of the point, while the other is almost completely wood.

"At least you - you - you proved your mom wrong," her dad says, as he heads into the kitchen. He doesn't so much as glance behind him.

Maybe it's terrible. Maybe it's just one more sign of how she's broken as a person. But Beth can't help the little smile that forces itself onto her face.

"Yeah," she says, quietly, picking her crossword back up. "Yeah, I guess I did."

Jerry shoves the door open, flips the lightswitch - and nothing happens.

It's the last straw. It's been the last straw for a while now. First losing his job, then the divorce, and everything that came with it. This shitty motel, his own shitty cooking, the misery wolves, the overwhelming, debilitating loneliness, the mold, the bed bugs...and now this.

Jerry’s running out of last straws.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” he yells, into the empty, hollow darkness. “Is this some kind of - of sick fucking joke? Have I not suffered enough? What, was I some kind of evil dictator in a past life? Does somebody up there just hate me? What did I ever do to deserve this? What do you want from me?”

“Your help, Jerry Smith,” a voice says from somewhere inside the darkness of the motel room.

“Holy shit!” Jerry yells, backpedaling out of the room and slamming the door. He stares at it, breathing hard, like it’ll suddenly come to life and try to eat his face. Hey, stranger - and worse - things have happened. To him. Recently.

He’s just starting to catch his breath, his heart rate gradually ticking back down to normal, when he hears it. A shadow falls across the door as, behind him, out past the balcony, there’s a swoosh and a thunderclap boom, like an enormous bird beating its wings.

Jerry stares at the number on the motel door for what feels like an eternity, frozen in place. He’s never noticed before that two of the digits are black-painted metal, but the middle one is clearly just painted right onto the wood where the metal number clearly fell off. There are still holes from the screws. What a piece of shit motel.

“Don’t be scared,” that same voice from inside the motel room says, behind him. Jerry wishes he knew how she’d gotten behind him. He also wishes he could remember where he knows that voice from. “I don’t want to hurt you. Believe it or not, I’m actually trying to help you.”

“I thought you needed my help,” Jerry manages. His feet don’t want to turn him around. He makes them do it anyway.

The person - people, technically, though Jerry isn’t sure how much the term applies to somebody who’s more robot bird than person - standing behind him on the balcony is the last person he’s ever have expected to see.

“Aren’t you that friend of Summer’s?” he asks, and the slight brunette’s eyes narrow. “We went to your wedding, you married some alien - wait. No. You’re -”

The brunette smiles. It is not a very nice smile.

“I think we might be able to help each other,” Tammy says, folding her arms and leaning back against the railing her robot bird husband is perched on. Was he a robot the last time Jerry saw him? Jerry doesn’t think so, but he’d had a few more important things on his mind at the time.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Jerry says, pressing his back flat against the motel room door. “Last time I had anything to do with you, I ended up stranded on a planet smaller than this motel suite.”

“Oh yeah. That. No hard feelings,” Tammy says, examining her nails. “It wasn’t anything personal.”

“Nothing personal? You turned my entire family into intergalactic fugitives!”

“No I didn’t,” Tammy says. “I think you know who did.”

Jerry opens his mouth, and then shuts it, slowly.

“I’m listening,” he says.

Tammy gives him a thoughtful look. The red glow from her robot bird husband’s one eye is casting some very sinister shadows on her face.

“We’ve got more in common than you realise,” she says. “I lost everything when the Federation collapsed. You lost everything after your divorce. And you and I both know the same person was responsible for both.”

“Wait, how do you know about that? And for that matter, how did you know where to find me?” Jerry looks around the balcony. There aren’t any signs saying “Hidden Camera Here” or anything that have sprung up in the last three minutes, but you can’t blame a guy for trying. “Have you been spying on me?”

“Can you please try to focus here,” Tammy snaps. “Rick Sanchez ruined both of our lives. I want the same thing you want.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah,” Jerry says, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what’s that?”

Tammy smiles that smile again. It’s no nicer than it was the first time.

“Vengeance,” she says.

- and something that did:

“Just stand in the middle of the room, don’t move, don’t breathe, and don’t fucking touch anything,” Morty’s grandpa says, turning his back to rummage through a metal cabinet under the counter.

Jessica turns a slow circle, taking in the garage, strange devices stuffed onto Ikea shelves and hanging next to the weedwhacker.

“I think I’ve been out here once before?” she says. “Somebody threw a party. There were either some really good drugs going around, or aliens were there.” She locks eyes on a glowing blue orb stacked behind a bottle of ant killer and a jug of antifreeze, decides the prohibition against touching is probably a good idea. "If everything you just told me is true, then I'm going to say maybe both?"

“Whatever helps - uurp - you sleep at night,” Morty’s grandpa says. “Thought I told you not to breathe.”

Jessica looks over at him, decides that he’s not joking. She actually does hold her breath for a second before realising just how stupid that is and letting it go.

“There was a galaxy,” she says, slowly, as more memories arrive in bits and pieces. She’d ended up drinking to forget that night. And possibly got her memory wiped, if there really were aliens involved. “A hologram galaxy? Morty brought me out here to show me.” She hugs her own arms, making eye contact with the blinking red light on something that looks like the love child of the Terminator and a sewing machine. “It was beautiful. Almost like really being up there.”

“Yeah, hold that - hold that thought, you can use that,” Morty’s grandpa says, dropping an armful of beeping and whirring machinery on the counter. “And give me your phone.”

Jessica hands it over, with no small amount of trepidation. Morty’s grandpa gives first her ombre teal phone case with its calligraphic-script motto Ad astra per aspera!, then her, a flat, sarcastic look. Jessica crosses her arms over her chest and returns it.

In the end, the phone case passes without comment. Morty’s grandpa just plugs something flat and silver into the bottom of it, dials Morty’s number, and then hands the phone to Jessica as it’s ringing. She takes it, holds it to her ear, listening to the rings.

“You - you gotta keep him on the line for at least thirty seconds,” Morty’s grandpa says, pulling out a silver box that matches the thing he plugged into Jessica’s phone and flipping up a screen.

Jessica nods.

“Is - is he going to be all right?” she asks, the phone still ringing in her ear. “I mean, I barely know him, but -”

Morty’s grandpa shrugs, just as there’s a click on the other end of the line.

#rick and morty #this is mary's fic tag #*man gesturing to butterfly* is this a fix-it fic?#I'm aware that s3 did a 'jerry revenge arc' episode but dammit I thought of it first

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So I finally watched Deadpool 2. long post. very... very... very long.

back in 2009 my then 7 year old sister really got into avatar the last airbender and I hadn't really watched it but I had to share the tv with my four sisters and honestly between the kids television and disney sitcoms it was a breath of fresh air, and for a year and a half we would wait for reruns of episodes we hadn't seen yet. avatar was the show that got me into fandoms. alas, time passed and by the time korra was playing we'd moved to a different house and lost cable tv because the stepfather refused to pay child support and we were on a one parent income. we didn't really do anything together anymore either because I was in high school now. but then she got super into comic books. and I mean SUPER into them. especially harley quinn and deadpool. so when they announced the first movie and suicide squad we had both collectively lost our shit in excitement. alas, mom said she wasn't allowed to watch it since it was rated R and she was only 14. so one late february afternoon I was gonna take her out to see a movie. I told mom we were going to go see zoolander 2. in the car, I looked at her and said

we're not watching zoolander

and she screamed

and we watched deadpool

AND IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME

anyway more time passed and I heard that a second one was coming out and I wanted to do the same thing but that didn't happen and I lost my chance to see it in the theater. and then as I got enraptured in transitioning and working and a whole bunch of other stuff I just never got around to it. I did watch all of the supporting videos and trailers and stuff though. anyways, my sister (yes the same one) just rented it on dvd from a video store and watched it with her boyfriend today (actually yesterday but shut up), so I just sat down to watch it after work and

Was

...

a little disappointing at first, don't get me wrong. there were a lot of plot contrivances and I LOATHE fridge stuffing. I literally made a joke, "if she dies I'm gonna be mad" and then BOOM she fucking died and I was so pissed off I almost just turned it off. but I decided fuck it might as well watch the whole thing. it was a huge step forward from a technical perspective and all of the cinematography was on point and I could tell david pulled his a-game and did so much better than tim did (sorry tim, I love mass effect 2 and scott pilgrim if it's any consolation) and felt so much more fluid of an action movie considering the man did john fucking wick. of course ryan was fantastic too, as he always is. everyone was great: rena, tj, karan, leslie, BRI AND KUTSUNA-SAN, zazie, and stef's voice plus the cgi crew. also I always love terry crews, bill skarsgard, matt damon, alan tudyk, and the two seconds that brad pitt was on screen, even if their appearances were for comedic effect. I wasn't really sold on julian though but he's a newcomer on the scene and he did pretty well for all intents and purposes. I could tell which scenes were filmed first thought but this isn't a scathing attack on a child's acting abilities. I'm just angry that the actual plot for getting to the end was so weak, that they're aware and had ryan lampshade the fuck out of it, and the last half hour was such a trip.

okay so first of all how in the FUCK did sergei figure out who deadpool's secret identity was, track down wade wilson's apartment, get a hit crew together, and make his way downtown in the amount of time it took dopinder to drive wade home, wade and vanessa to bang, and them to start watching a movie? oh yeah sure there's nothing saying that their talk about his daddy issues was the same day let alone the same hour as the previous scene except for the simple fact that there was no fucking indication that any time had passed. either way, someone fucked up, and it was for the sole purpose of fridging ness to cause wade manpain. although frankly the only thing I hate worse than killing off the previous waifu for the next is breaking them up for zero reason whatsoever from out of nowhere (or doing both: if you do both then you're no better than paul blart mall cop 2 and that movie is a steaming blight on humanity that's only saved by perfectly syncing to pink floyd's dark side of the moon album). and to be fair THEY ACTUALLY USED THAT AS A PLOT ELEMENT AND MADE ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND HAUNTING SCENES I HAVE EVER SEEN IN A MOVIE. and also a hilarious one. so that sucked at first but then redeemed itself later. I'm still a little salty that he killed francis for nothing. MORE ON KILLING LATER.

(actually upon reflection maybe wade didn't hide his secret identity at all so it's perfectly reasonable that sergei just went after him but that would awaken a whole swathe of problems like why the fuck are wade and ness livin in the middle of the city full of crime and shit??? and more on that later)

dopinder killing his rival in love. come on now, that's just unrealistic. dopinder is too fucking incompetent to successfully murder anyone who isn't a pedophile. MORE ON THAT LATER.

the suicide. I can understand going out with a bang but are we supposed to believe that wade bought all those barrels, wheeled them in, and arranged them all and never once thought "well gee maybe I'm overreacting a little bit"? okay, he was depressed and not thinking clearly, but he was constantly getting drunk, doing coke, and god knows what else. he somehow didn't have the clarity to not kill himself but had just enough to arrange such an extravagant death? yeah yeah I get it, rule of funny and cool, and I can forgive it because it's deadpool, but god damn it that's really lazy (AND GODDAMN IT THEY EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE IT TOO. ITS LIKE THE ROYAL RAT AUTHORITY BONFIRE HERE). it's also indicative that weasel and colossus and dopinder are just bad or at least distant friends. and at least althea has an excuse being that she can't see. but as for the other two? bruh he is suicidal and unstable as hell. the last thing he needs is SPACE. but well maybe he hid it well, like kurt cobain, robin williams, chris cornell, chester bennington, okay writing this sentence maybe that actually does make sense. fuck.

negasonic thought that wade "flamboyant pansexual" wilson was lesbophobic? what? I understand it was for a joke but like come on now. surely she'd know that wade legitimately wanted to fuck colossus but wouldn't because he loved vanessa. lesbian gaydar works well, okay? then again the writers are not lesbians so I mean they can't be faulted for not grasping the raw power lesbians exude. (and if there's canonical evidence negasonic is actually bi, the same rule applies because wlw solidarity and stuff). and that's more than made up with the interactions between wade and yukio. whom I love and would die for. she's delightful and I hope she gets plenty of screentime in DP3. (also lmao 'pinkie pie from my little pony'. the real pink pony would be proud)

now, I get that this is purely because of license issues and budget constraints but THE WHOLE CONCEPT OF THE X MEN COEXISTING WITH THE PEDOPHILE HOME AND THE ICE BOX IN THE SAME UNIVERSE IS SO FUCKING ASININE. even if I made concessions for everyone being dead despite the timeline being fucked up the ass without lube, and admitting to never having watched literally any x men movie past X3 and yes that means I've not seen origins, japan arc [wait shit yukio's in that WTF SONY], first class, days of future past, apocalypse, or logan so I'm not an expert on the field but like. FUCK. I know there's jurisdiction, things change, erik is away and charles is dead (I think) and logan is dead (I know), and there's six whole movies I'm lost on, but jesus christ, none of that segment had any work done to make sure it was logical. so here we're supposed to believe that colossus and negasonic took wade as a trainee in the X Jet to Allegorical Racist/Homophobic And Literal Pedophile Central to... do what, exactly? What was the fucking plan? Because it sure as fuck looks like the plan was to distract him enough to force the Devil May Cry (sorry but I see DMC I either think of the rap duo or the game series) to haul him off to fucking prison to the fucking nth power. Colossus who seems to be the head honcho and sole decision maker of the X Men just stood by and watched until bullets started flying. Was he recruiting? Was he the damage control? Was he the cheap plot moving device whose sole reason for showing up at Essex was to punch Wade out before he killed headmaster touchykids allowing for the hamfisted climax? Clearly if we were to derive any conclusion from this circlejerk we have to assume that not only Colossus but the entirety of the XMansion just don't give a fuck anymore, or that it isn't important to make sense because hey this is a Deadpool movie so fuck you for using logic. Excuse the shit out of me for being confused as to what the fuck actually happened, because if Colossus is willing to let Wade get thrown into prison for killing a pedophile but he's not gonna TAKE ACTUAL LEGAL ACTION AGAINST ESSEX HOUSE FOR TORTURING MUTANT CHILDREN FOR DECADES (Domino admitted to it being the same when she was a kid), either it's just a Public Relations nightmare to not let the Run-DMC haul him off, Essex is a legal powerhouse on the same level as the Westboro Baptist Cult with lawyers up the ass, or they changed a lot of shit from the trailers and cobbled together what they could from what remained (which is the most likely suspect because Bedlam and Shatterstar had scenes in the trailer where they were not dead and were actually fighting with Wade and Domino). Regardless, the scene however dumb and nonsensical was necessary I guess, and established Russell/Firefist as a character. I'm still gonna be pissed about that in particular but HOLY SHIT is that stupid. But that's not all that's stupid. More on that later.

Cable's motivations are grief. His hypocrisy is understandable. Killing kids is wrong so I'm gonna kill a kid so he doesn't kill other kids. Why doesn't Russel deserve life? Because he's a mutant? Wow, Thanos is racist AND mutant-phobic! In all seriousness though, all Cable had to do was nothing to prevent his family's death. If he had stayed in the future, nobody would have broken Russel out so there would be no way in hell he'd have killed the headmaster let alone everyone else he did. Although according to the laws of time travel, the timeline Cable came from was the timeline that he went back in time and did everything exactly the way it happened up until Wade took that bullet for Russel. Because that's the moment the teddy bear lost its bloodstain. Because literally not a goddamn thing changed the course of history up until that exact moment, THAT IS THE EXACT FUCKING MOMENT IT BUTTERFLY EFFECTED ITS WAY TO HELL AND BACK. Cable's dead family is a direct result of him going back in time to kill Russel to save them and failing miserably. And god I love time travel paradoxes UGH I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. We have to assume Cable failed and that's why he succeeded. THATS SO FUCKING STUPID.

And you know what else is stupid? Wade made it back to New York after breaking out of DMC. How is that stupid? Well, first of all, the facility wasn't looking for THEIR MOST DANGEROUS INMATE. Black Tom said it himself, Wade is the toughest cunt in there. Although Juggernaut is way more powerful but whatever. More on that later. Anyway, the facility got the riot back on lockdown despite Cable decimating most of the staff, and got everyone in line enough to get them to start convoying to the more secure location. Did they see that Wade was missing and decide "hey, fuck it, what can the literally most unkillable man in the world with the most enormous boner for revenge in the universe POSSIBLY do to us who forced him to slowly die of cancer all over again in a hell prison???" Fucking stupid. Even dumber is the actual X Men themselves not giving a shit that there was an attack on the ice box which is apparently Mike Pence's wet dream, not lifting a finger to so much as offer assistance TO ENSURE THE SAFETY AND REHABILITATION OF ALL OF THE MUTANT INMATES, or even so much as being like "hey guys is Wade doing okay dying from cancer in your Guantanamo Bay?". And dumber still than that is Colossus deciding that Wade deserves to slowly die of cancer since he killed a pedophile who abused a kid so bad he used his powers for destruction and murder and evil and eventually became one of the most deadly sociopathic murderers in the fucked up future world, rationalizing it because Wade broke the rules of being an X-man by killing, even though Wade didn't wanna be an X-man in the first place. Colossus dragged Wade from his suicide directly to the X manor to get his body healed, forced him along to a mission he didn't wanna be a part of, and then punished him for killing a pedophile by forcing him to die slowly from the cancer while getting the shit kicked out of him by convicts. AND THEN WADE APOLOGIZED TO COLOSSUS? ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL HERE? WADE WAS SUICIDAL AND COLOSSUS FORCED HIM INTO PRISON. Bad friend, 0/10.

Seriously, a queer military vet with ptsd and a fucked up past replete with daddy issues who developed cancer and was then tortured by a shadow organization went on a revenge spree followed by a murder spree as a mercenary, and expressed that he's a violent psychopath who won't hesitate to murder sex traffickers or pedophiles or people who threaten his girl, and watched said girl (the only good thing in his fucked up life) die right in his arms immediately after his life was about to go in a good direction and start a family and probably give up all of the murder business and just be the best dad in the world and give a good life to someone to make up for the one he never got himself, did a cocaine bender, and literally committed suicide. But his godforsaken mutation wouldn't let him die, so he couldn't even see his Vanessa again. He clearly has severe clinical depression and needed a FUCKING MENTAL HOSPITAL STAY, not being shoved into a planless feeble attempt to get him to join the Xmen (using him for an extra hand for missions), and he was allowed to BRING THE GUNS, and he was confronted with a physically and sexually abused CHILD with mutant powers he probably didn't ask for that ruined his life and got him sent to Essex, a BIG KNOWN HOTSPOT FOR PEDOPHILES, and he has a big problem with sex criminals (oh yeah and the girl he loved so much he killed himself when she died? sex worker with a life full of being sexually assaulted herself. let alone the fact that wade has been sexually assaulted as well). You take a queer, mentally ill, suffering man and push him past his breaking point, and let him bring guns to a pedophile nest, HE IS GOING TO KILL THE PEDOPHILES. Colossus is a fucking cunt in this situation in every single conceivable fashion. He dragged Wade out of the frying pan, and out of the fire, and into the fucking woodchipper, before stepping on him. The situation is so far behind fucked up that I don't even think the crew fully grasp the full gravity of the situation described. But I digress.

Things weren't all bad from this point on.

The recruitment was funny and full of people. Dopinder's reaction at Peter was amazing and I love him. Domino was fucking phenomenal and I loved her. I knew that everyone else was dead from the moment I saw them, though, but I still loved them anyway. Brad. fucking. Pitt. Great action scene all around. Josh Brolin is just the baddest of asses. Murphy's law is supreme.

Juggernaut's reveal was well done. Still dumb but not quite "AHM THE JUGGANAUT BITCH" dumb. Cool dumb. And then he Megatron'd Wade which was even cooler. I thought Russell joining him was a little dumb but it was quite a callback. Although it begs the question: Wade knew it was foreshadowing something and he knew that Juggernaut existed but he just isn't omniscient and the inconsistency is driving me fucking bonkers. This isnt the Deadpool of the comics. This is the movie Deadpool. And while I do like it I can't say it's without flaws. That's ok but still annoying as fuck. And then more flaws.

It's stupid that Colossus would react the way he did when he learned Wade was back. Well if Colossus was moping about because an entire convoy of mutants literally fucking died except for Juggernaut (PROFESSOR X'S BROTHER IN THIS CHRONOLOGY) and Russell, that's even dumber. If he learned Wade was back at that moment then he's not even paying attention to anything considering Deadpool was out and about. Negasonic and Yukio didn't look too surprised to see him. Lazy writing, lampshades, whatever, blah blah who even fucking cares.

The heroes show up just in time. Shocking. But of course if they didn't it'd be a boring movie.

The action scene was FANTASTIC. It balanced four different fight scenes all at once. Why Jug didn't rip Cable in half like he did Wade I won't ask, maybe because he's half robot I guess idk. Still, Wade/Cable, Domino, and Colossus kicked ass, and Russell's advance to the headmaster was beastly. Julian's acting wasn't the best and neither was Eddie's but I got what they went for and HOLY SHIT THE SCENE IS SO CHILLING, especially for queer youth. Bryan Singer could only dream of that level of subtle analogues.

I thought it was dumb that Cable was all like "if Russell kills then he'll be an evil monster since killing is wrong" even though literally every one of the people there have killed several people that fucking day. Cable killed many, Wade killed many, Domino killed many. Granted they killed mostly pedophiles but they also killed a lot of DMC people & innocent civilians (accidentally). But again he was grieving so whatever.

Negasonic and Yukio had their moment too, I just wish there was more. But that's what the threequel is for. WE WANT MORE LESBIANS!

Wade has balls, I'll give him that. Where he kept that power nullifier I'll never know. [also... fuck that noise. they just have a collar that turns off mutant powers? ORORO WILL HAVE A FUCKIN ANEURYSM. and marie will have an orgasm. for once in her life. hahaha references]. But it was still a great scene. Russell is actually a really good character, if he is a bit Woobie, Destroyer Of Worlds. But I like that trope. Simon from Cry of Fear is one of my favorite characters in that respect; sympathetic even to the very end if he kills Purnell and Sophie (god that monologue is so haunting... "have fun cleaning my brains off the wall. FUCK YOU."). He's basically just a mini Wade but a mutant first. And it allowed Wade to have a defining character moment.

And what a moment. There's a quote that was said about The Princess Bride that I feel works here. It was about the Inigo fight with Rugen. "A comedy is only as strong as the moment when it stops being funny." And the moment when Inigo stabs Rugen, and says "I want my father back, you son of a bitch." is just permanently etched in my mind because the entire movie you watch with a smile up until right at that moment. And when Wade finally bites it, you think "oh, he'll just wake up again and make another joke" but he doesn't. He doesn't move again. He shows up on death's door. And you hear the acoustic version of Take On Me. And he walks through the fog door, and he's got his skin back. He did it, he's finally reunited with Vanessa. And Cable looks away, and you start to piece together where they're going with it, and he goes back, and you wonder wtf is this, and it returns to the present day and Wade digs in the wound AND PULLS OUT THE SKEE BALL TOKEN HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS OH MY GOD THATS THE COOLEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK.

THE ENTIRE ENDING SCENE IS SO ICONIC.

And the whipped cream on top of the sundae is the headmaster getting creamed in the middle of his tirade. And then Dopinder's reaction is the cherry.

After that it kinda does the sappy ending which is fine for what it is. And then it brings in all the fourth wall breaking time travel shenanigans, drenching it in sap and Ryan Reynolds' brains.

The music is just OH MY GOD amazing. Yeah there's the pina colada song and skrillex and celine dion and ac/dc and enya and pat benatar and peter gabriel and cher and steve miller and for some reason diplo/french montana/lil pump but THOSE ARE ALL ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD OKAY???

The movie is chock full of amazing lines.

The fights are all really fluid and visceral.

The cinematography is always on point.

The plot formula is shaken up a little bit.

Several pedophiles die incredibly violently.

ITS A REALLY GREAT MOVIE, FOR REAL.

I'd literally say it's better than the first one.

All of the plot contrivances in the first half are negligible and are barely even problems unless you overanalyze them too much. Like I do.

And I also watched all of the extras... Celine Dion is such a good sport, really, and honestly kind of a dork and super endearing and I love her honestly and think she caught too much flak for being a) a woman b) popular c) in the worst 'romance' movie ever made tifuckintanic god I hate that movie so much despite loving kate winslett, leonardo dicaprio, and james cameron as much as I really loathe to admit it. And Ashes is a really good song.

And I never thought I'd say this but... Lil Pump has really nice flow. I really kinda hope he isn't the dead one. I despise French Montana but I love Sia and by extension Diplo (because LSD), and the song they did for the movie was... bad. But I'll probably be checking out Lil Pump soon.

And anyway the winter solstice mtv unplugged acoustic version of take on me? Beautiful.

I enjoyed this movie a lot, despite the nitpicks.

Thank you Canada. 🇨🇦

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THE EVER-CHANGING STORY OF LUNARIS

*SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS AND PLACES ECT. DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY WERE MADE BY LUNARIS GAMES FOR THE INTERACTIVE VISUAL NOVEL "WHEN THE NIGHT COMES" AVAILABLE EITHER FROM THIER WEBSITE OR ON ITCH. THE COVER IS ALSO FROM LUNARIS GAMES (ITS THIER PIN SET FOR SALE ON THIER SITE)

https://www.wtncgame.com/collections/pins-charms/products/wtnc-holo-sparkle-charms

This is a project I started to maintain my boredom so ill be using the characters from a really great visual novel called when the night comes written by lunaris. Go check it out! ill be writing about all the characters including you being the x reader. After I've introduced the plot and characters and if i have enough readers, I'll let you guys pick who I right the first romance ending with, the endings will probably have a bit of smut so if your just wanting to know the story you don't have to read the romantic endings

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Chapter One: Unwelcome start

(A/N) The picture at the top is of the characters mentioned in this story from from the game when the night comes. if you haven't read it You should definitely take a look before you dive into this so that you can fall in love with the characters before reading other peoples interpretations of their personalities. I personally feel like I couldn't dream of reaching the level of dedication that the creator of the game had for their characters. I have a second chapter out on my wattpad.

https://my.w.tt/FNUbZCj8mbb

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newtie-patootie-bootie · 6 years

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Paradoxical Labour (Epilogue)

Summary: Y/N wanted her husband back and she didn’t care if she had cross through a million parallel universes, she’d find him but she nor he had any idea just what would happen when she would. (I haven’t gotten up to season 3, but I couldn’t wait to write something about Savitar, considering I spoiled it for myself, so if Savitar seems OOC, then I’m sorry and this is more AU than anything else.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash (2014) or anything associated.

Warnings: The word: shitload and shit but other than that, nothing. Just a lot of family fluff with both Allen families.

Savitar x Reader (and Barry x Reader from Earth 1)

||Please don’t repost or plagiarise||

“Barry and Nora Allen, I want you down these stairs in three seconds!” Y/N hollered from her place against the banister of the staircase, her foot tapping dangerously as she rested her hand on her heavily pregnant tummy, her wedding and engagement rings displayed easily.

It had been eleven years since they had gotten back together.

Eleven years since Void Y/N and Savitar had barrelled into their lives and left with their baby Thomas and a matchmaking session in their wake.

Now, Y/N was Dr. Allen, the most promising and talented obstetrician of her generation in Central City hospital along with her husband, Barry who was the head of the CSI Department in the CCPD and also Central City’s hero: The Flash.

Married and already having furthered their careers, Y/N and Barry a beautiful baby girl, who was now a four-year-old kindergartner.

Nora, already a very bright child (thanks to Daddy, Auntie Cait and Uncle Cisco), was following in her father’s nerdy footsteps with his love for science and even giving the other children a demonstration of it at recess (which only resulted in a minor explosion of pressured air being released in the sandbox, fortunately no eyes were assaulted with sand considering Nora had already supplied her eager audience with a bunch of 3D glasses, their mouths were another story. Barry had never been more proud of his daughter despite his promises to the minders to lecture her). But apart from that, she was a completely normal girl with no sign of the Speed Force in her genes.

Y/N and Barry were counting their lucky stars for that reprieve as there were too many enemies of the Flash that were still at large and neither parent wanted their daughter mixed up in that hectic (and frankly severely dangerous) part of their lives. They were incredibly thankful for the lack of Speed Force energy running through Nora.

With a gust of wind, Barry was right in front of his awaiting wife, his cream cardigan fluttering behind him and his Vans slightly smoking with residual friction, his hair slightly wind-blown as he winked at his wife who was more than done with her husband’s antics.

In his strong arms was their brown-haired, hazel-green eyed daughter, giggling from the after effects of her Daddy’s speed, her white tutu sparkled in a rainbow of colour in the bright afternoon sun. Nora’s Disney princess t-shirt risen above her tummy from Barry’s fingers knotted into the material and her long hair tangled in front of her face, metallic pink leggings twinkling in the light also.

Both had the same, massive grin on their faces, “it was 1.4 seconds if you were wondering.” Barry told his wife cockily, biting his lower lip as his reading glasses slipped down his nose slightly as hazel-green eyes glinted with mischievous intent. Y/N rolled her eyes at him before easily fixing their daughter’s wild mane of chestnut-brown hair, reminiscent of her father. Y/N quickly straightened up both her Allen children (because Barry was definitely a child most of the time) before giving them a stern glare. “We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago. What did I say about creating a volcanic simulation before we have to be somewhere?”

“Not to do it.” Both Nora and Barry trill monotonously in unison.

“Exactly, so now neither of you are getting dessert when we come home tonight.”

“Mummy~!”

“Y/N~!” Both Barry and Nora moaned in exasperation.

“No! You both know the rules and you both chose to disobey them, my punishment stands.” With that, Y/N whirled away, skirt swishing around with her and she started toward the front door, her bag swaying in the crook of her elbow as she opened the door. Nora barreled out of the house, running to the car with her Captain America backpack and her children’s book of chemistry as she jumped in the car and into her own child seat as gentle, thin arms wrapped around Y/N’s pregnant tummy as Barry’s warm lips pressed the spot behind her ear, his glasses removed, leaving his beautiful hazel eyes clear.

“What about my midnight snacks? Are you going to keep me from those too?” Barry’s hands slowly travelled down to her hips and then to the sides of her thighs.

“Well. . .” Y/N’s voice wavered softly, “maybe I can just give you a little leniency on those specific snacks. I benefit from those too.”

“Ah~, I see. So when it includes your needs, it’s perfectly acceptable. Have I got it right?” Barry’s lips slowly made a gentle trail from her collarbone, up the side of her neck and targeted the sensitive spot behind her earlobe.

“Now you’re getting it, baby.” Y/N chuckled, sighing in pleasure as his lips completed their trip multiple times before he slowly pulled away.

“In this instance, I’d demand you take me back to the bedroom and change the schedule from midnight to midday just this once.” Slowly pulling away from Barry, she turned, capturing his cheek in her warm hand, “but we have somewhere to be, Mr. Allen and our baby girl is waiting in the car.” Patting his cheek, she waddled from the driveway to the car. With a gust of wind, Barry was holding the door open for Y/N with a soft grin.

“Tonight then, Mrs. Allen. Our midnight snack will be a three course meal.” With a quick kiss, Barry helped Y/N in before shutting the door and appearing in the driver’s seat, the car rumbling to a start before they pulled away from their home and the Allen family made their way to their destination, listening to Nora’s hypotheses for a better volcano simulation.

Standing in the middle of the beach with their picnic blanket set out, the Allen family took their seats and started nibbling on the fruit that Y/N had prepared. “You were worried we’d be late? Remember who we’re meeting?”

“Shut up, Barry.”

“What? I’m stating the obvious, honey!”

“You’re gonna get an obvious smack at the back of your head if you keep goin’ the way you are.” Y/N glared at him teasingly before winking.

“Hormones.” Barry murmured, pouting down at his giggling daughter who was wrapped up in her Mummy’s arms. “One minute your Mummy is as sweet and fluffy as a marshmallow, the next she’s ready to bury me in the backyard. I don’t know what to do with your Mummy with anymore, Spark.”

Nora’s laugh was infectious as a portal opened to the side of them, a few meters away. The harsh breeze wafted over them as a group of four made their way into their world. “Mummy, Daddy- who are they?” Nora questioned, looking at her mother and father with a confused expression on her youthful features.

“You’re about to find out, baby.” Y/N smiled down at her daughter as the four shadows grew closer to the blue energy before Void Y/N and Void Barry stepped out of the breach with their two boys on either side. Thomas looked exactly how his father did at eleven-years-old, with a cheeky grin at his parents. They also had another son with his father’s hair and his mother’s E/C eyes, looking the same age as Nora.

“Mummy, Daddy! It’s you!” Nora squealed, bounding out of her Mummy’s arms to see the newcomers. “Wait. . .Daddy, his face is different.”

“Yeah, Spark. You remember how Uncle Cisco was talking about the other versions of Mummy and Daddy in the different worlds?” Barry asked Nora as he helped Y/N up slowly, his hand caressing her swollen belly as she shakily got to her feet, holding onto Barry’s hand to steady herself.

“Yeah.” Nora answered, trying to remember Cisco’s words.

“These are our-”

“Doppelgangers.” Nora answered, much to her parents surprise as she looked up at them, “what?” She questioned innocently, “Auntie Cait taught me that word.”

“Of course she did.” Barry murmured exhaustedly. No matter how many times he told his coworkers/best friends to slow down on teaching Nora so many complicated terms and things a kindergartner shouldn’t know, they had never lightened their knowledge around her; much to his chagrin.

“Yeah, baby. They’re our doppelgangers, but not every version of us is the same. Remember that, sweetie.” Y/N smiled down at Nora approvingly before both parents took her hands and they walked to their doppelgangers who were preoccupied with their children.

“Okay, you two, no funny business.” Void Y/N warned her kids playfully yet sternly. “Tommy, no showing off by running on water and Grant, no sand tornadoes. It took me two weeks to get the sand out of my ears last time.

Both Thomas and Grant snickered but nodded in acquisition as Void Barry slung one arm over Tommy’s shoulders and Void Y/N wrapped her arms around Grant’s as they met their Earth 1 counterparts halfway; the exact same large smiles on the identical couples faces.

“It’s been eleven years-” Y/N started.

“And we still look damn good!” Void Y/N ended as both women cackled with laughter before meeting in a tight hug before gushing over E1 Y/N’s unborn child.

Both Barry’s shook hands, smiling brightly. “Lookin’ good, Barry.” Earth 1 Barry grinned, no animosity held between either Barry after eleven years of peaceful coexistence.

“Well, for what it’s worth, you’re not looking bad yourself, Barry.” Void Barry chuckled as his Earth 1 original pulled him in for a hug, both men patting their twins backs before parting as did both Y/N’s.

“Well, let's start the introductions.” Barry grinned, one arm slung over his pregnant wife’s shoulders and his hand curled over Nora’s shoulder. “I’m Earth 1’s Barry Allen, this is Earth 1’s Y/N and this is our beautiful daughter: Nora Caitlin.”

“Hello. . “ Nora partially hid behind her Daddy’s legs, eyeing the familiar strangers in front of her.

Void Barry took hold of his beautiful wife and waved his two sons over. “Well, as most of you know, I’m Barry Allen from Void Earth and this is my gorgeous wife, Y/N and our two sons, Thomas Joseph and Grant Sebastian.”

E1 Barry and Y/N smiled brightly when they watched both boys smile brightly. “Wow. .” Their eyes watched Thomas, the last they saw of him was when he was a newborn, delivered by both Caitlin and Y/N and now here he was in front of them, all grown up.

“Grant’s our resident little scientist in the family. He has an obsession with explosions for some reason. I wonder where he got that from.” Void Y/N quipped sarcastically, turning her eyes to her husband who looked away, looking sheepish.

“Sorry, honey.” All four identical adults shared a laugh.

“Hey, baby-girl, maybe you can tell Grant what you did in kinder-” Barry’s sentence paused as he looked down to his frightened daughter, staring at his time remnant with unease in her eyes. “Nora?”

Void Barry’s expression softened as he slowly bent down, lifting his sandy brown khaki pant legs as he crouched so he was at Nora’s level, the sun illuminated every feature of Barry’s face including the unsightly burn marks and his sightless pebbled eye that unsettled young Nora.

“Hello, Nora.” Barry murmured softly, ‘there’s no need to be afraid of me, sweetheart.”

“But they’re scary.” Nora whimpered, her eyes glued to the burns that marred the left side of his face as Barry chuckled at her bold words as he stopped the Earth 1 couple from lecturing their daughter about the use of manners and thinking before she spoke.

“Hey!” Thomas and Grant were quick to defend their father.

“Enough.” Void Y/N warned her sons sternly, giving them a motherly glare for good measure before turning back to Nora, her cotton cream dress folding against the sand as she crouched down, softening her voice. “Don’t pay them any mind, munchkin. They’re just very protective of their Daddy.” Nora nodded shyly, her eyes flicking from the former God of Speed back to her Mummy’s doppelganger. “So you’re scared of Barry’s burns, hmm?” Y/N gently caressed the mottled skin on the left side of her Barry’s face as she kept her eyes on Nora. His eyes fluttered closed, relishing her sweet touch as Nora nodded softly; her eyebrows creasing in worry. “Y’know, I was scared of his burns too when I first met him.”

“You were?” Nora asked, hazel-green eyes wide as she stared at Void Y/N who nodded.

“Mm-hmm, I was very afraid of him at first. He wasn’t in a very good place in his mind at the time and he was very mean to everyone.” Void Barry sighed, looking down in shame at those tainted memories but listened to his wife, who wisely left out the parts of him being hellbent on being Savitar: The God of Speed and killing her Dad and his ex-fianceé and taking over the world.

“How did you stop being scared?” Nora questioned.

Void Y/N smiled reminiscently, “well, that’s easy!” She giggled, “when he smiled at me.”

“Huh?” Nora hummed, confused.

A soft smile played upon Void Barry’s lips as both Earth 1 Barry and Y/N looked to each other, a knowing grin curling their lips.

“Y’see,” Void Y/N leaned in, looking around conspiratorially, like she was going to reveal a high priority government secret with her doppelganger’s daughter. Nora couldn’t help but lean in, eyes alight with wonder and curiosity, “there’s a very special smile that my husband can do that can instantly stop you from feeling afraid of anything. It’s a very secret smile so you have to be extra polite if you want to see it. Do you wanna see his special smile?”

“Yes, please!” Nora bounced on her feet excitedly, turning to Void Barry who heaved out a sigh, making a show of being exhausted.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I can reveal the secret.” He shook his head tragically.

“C’mon, Dad! Show her the smile!” Tommy grinned as Grant nodded, giggling.

“Yeah, Daddy!”

“Now I wanna see this special smile.” E1 Barry grinned as his wife nodded in agreement.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Void Barry shook his head, looking to his wife and Nora, the latter giving him the cutest puppy-dog eyes he had ever experienced as Void Y/N winked at him.

“You’re welcome, baby.” She mouthed before slowly rising from her crouch to rejoin her sons and made her way to her unbiological twin.

Void Barry turned to look at Nora who was staring at him without any ounce of the fear she had been experiencing beforehand. “Okay, I will show you on one condition.”

“What is it?” Nora asked, practically trembling with excitement.

“Whenever you see someone who's like me or someone who is different, never judge them for how they look, okay munchkin? Because nothing but what's in here, matters.” Void Barry gently pressed his finger to her chest, over her heart, “remember that, okay?”

Nora nodded in agreement, “okay.” She whispered, hazel green eyes hard with determination before her entire expression melted into one of pure awe as Void Barry showed her his ‘secret’ smile, lips parted to show white teeth, eyes crinkled, cheeks pulled up and lips curled into a beautiful, pure Barry Allen smile.

“Atta girl.”

“Daddy! Daddy! He has your secret smile too!”

“I thought he might, Spark.”

Void Y/N smiled down at her husband before looking up with a sparkle in her eyes, “so,” she lifted up her own picnic basket, “who’s ready to eat?!”

After feasting on the delicious meals crafted by both Allen wives, everyone split to do their own thing, leaving both Barry’s lounging on the picnic basket, lazily picking at a group of grapes off their stems and gorging themselves on the leftovers.

“So, two speedster sons? Can’t be easy.” Earth 1 Barry commented, swallowing a portion of grape and cheese while watching Tommy, Grant and Nora make sandcastles not too far away from them.

“It’s not. They run around everywhere at top-speed. I’m just glad I’m faster than them for the time being.” Void Barry sighed, gesturing with a cube of cheese in his fingers, “but Y/N can stop them with just one word. It’s a sight to behold.” His lips curled into a gentle smile as he watched his sons before popping the cube in his mouth, “and what about Nora?”

“We were lucky. She didn’t inherit my speed which in this Earth, it’s a good thing; too many enemies of the Flash and if there was another speedster running around, theories might arise and I’d never forgive myself if Nora or Y/N were targeted as a result.” Barry sighed, taking a long draught of his homemade lemonade.

“Then it was good thing that I never decided to pursue the same heroic life choices my original has kept up with all these years.” Void Barry commented, sipping at his peach iced tea that he sneakily sped into Central City to purchase.

“It’s actually been pretty quiet these past few years, so I can’t complain much.” E1 Barry shrugged his shoulders before asking, “so what did you decide to do in your Earth?”

Screwing the cap on his tea with long, deft fingers, it took a moment for Barry to gather his thoughts before he started to speak. “It took a long time for me to decide what I wanted out of the new, carefree life Y/N and I just started together now that there wasn’t a paradox coming at me full force.” Void Barry sighed, eyebrows creasing as he lost himself in his thoughts, eyes glassy as he stared up at the intense blue sky, “I started off with odd jobs to help Y/N out with the finances and I got pretty good at it but I quickly realized it wasn’t enough to help out as much as I wanted, especially with Tommy as a newborn. I decided to go back to my old roots. After a shitload of forgery, I got a job as a forensic scientist in our city’s police department. Shortly after my third year, I was promoted as head of the department. I’m sure you are too,” Earth 1 Barry scratched the back of his head, chuckling at his time-remnants sharp observational skills, “after that, I trained a few rookies here and there. Then I surmised that maybe being a teacher might be better for me.” Void Barry sighed gently, “I’m now a professor in the science department. Forensic science to be more accurate.”

“I’m happy for you. You’ve got yourself sorted, you have a beautiful family and I’m sure, a wonderful home.” E1 Barry complimented, a grin overtaking his features, “I have to ask,” he hesitated slightly, hazel-green eyes looking over his time-remnant before Void Barry’s gesture to continue, “are you alright with being Barry again?”

That question took Void Barry’s breath away, a small sniffle-laugh escaping as his fingers gently rubbed his chin in contemplation, “when I first met Y/N, I would demand that she call me Savitar considering at the time I was too warped in my own ideas that being you was my worst nightmare.” He explained as E1 Barry nodded for him to continue, “she outright refused to call me Savitar and instead adopted her nickname of ‘Cheese Face’ until I told her what my name used to be.” Both Barry’s chuckled as they turned their gaze to their wives that walked along the beach, the tide washing over their bare feet as they conversed back and forth. “Her vow at our wedding ceremony was to always remind me of who I am and to always be my side to do so.” Void Barry smiled reminiscently before popping another grape in his mouth as an excuse to collect his thoughts and continue, “When Tommy was born, I found myself slowly getting back into the swing of things as Barry Allen instead of Savitar. It was so much better being Barry when I had Y/N and my son and everything flowed together and I’ve been Barry ever since,”

E1 Barry nodded, ripping his eyes from his beautiful wife before turning to look at himself, “I’m glad you were able to get your happy ending.”

Mismatched eyes met with familiar hazel green, “and you too, brother. I’m glad you took the risk and reconciled with Y/N instead of staying with Iris.”

“Well, when I’m right. . I’m right.” Both Barry’s chuckled before turning their attention back to their children and wives respectively, “I’ve never been happier.”

“I hear you.” Void and E1 Barry took a long drink of their respective beverages before going back to idle chatter about their families.

Void Y/N walked along the beach with her E1 doppelganger next to her as they chatted about their lives, “y’know what’s crazy?” She asked, twirling her wedding ring around her finger.

“What?” E1 Y/N asked as a soft, content smile curled her lips up as Void Y/N chuckled reminiscently.

“We’re all here because I went into labour eleven years ago with my first son in what was probably, the worst timing of history.” Y/N chortled as E1 Y/N joined in.

“Oh my God, you’re so right. The amount of trouble we went through, the walls and security nets we put up, only to crumble and fall at Star Labs’ rooftop. I wouldn’t change it for any of the worlds.” E1 Y/N looked up to the sky, her hands gently running over her pregnant belly that contained her child that would be coming in the next few weeks.

“Neither would I.” Void Y/N agreed as both women eyed their Allen’s sitting together, attacking the food that both Barry’s had sped over for their hungry families, “c’mon, let's go get some before my sons devour it all.”

“They’ll have to fight a pregnant woman and I don’t think they’re ready for the nightmare they’re about to face.” E1 Y/N cracked her knuckles jokingly as both women shared a laugh.

Void Y/N ran up ahead as E1 Y/N waddled behind her before stopping and she bent slightly, rubbing her swollen stomach, groaning in discomfort. “Honey, are you okay?” Barry piped up as all Allen’s had their eyes on the groaning woman. Barry didn’t move from his place considering it was probably Braxton Hicks contractions as Void Y/N knelt behind her husband, her arms snaking around his shoulders as he pet her hands, holding onto them.

“G-guys. .” E1 Y/N shakily murmured, looking down. All eyes followed, only to see a growing dark puddle in the sand between her bare feet, all manner of hazel green and E/C eyes widened. “I. . I-I think I’m going into labour.” Her body started to vibrate, the image of E1 Y/N blurry, the complete same visage as Void Y/N.

“Oh, shit.” E1 Barry, Void Barry and Void Y/N spoke in unison before looking at each other, panicked, “not again!”

GUYS! I FINISHED IT! FINALLY! I’m so sorry it took me so long to complete, I’m battling with fucking terrible Writer’s Block and it’s skull-fucking the creativity out of me, I apologise.

Did you guys catch the little easter egg I made with the two boys names? Did ya? DID YA?! >;D. I hope you loved the ending of Paradoxical Labour! Kinda goes full circle doesn’t it?

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