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justporo · 8 months

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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 16)

In which Astarion and Tav do enjoy each other's company very closely indeed but Tav has the upper hand for once and lives out the moment to its full potential.

The middle of the day is a fine time to just drop a dirty little chapter full of smut, don't you think? (At least here it's the middle of the day, good timezones to you)

This felt actually a lot more naughty and intimate than the first real smut chapter in this - at least while writing. But I'll let you be the judge of that...

Two songs for this: Kiss Me You Animal - Burn the Ballroom and Shirt - SZA

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: Explicit content

You were riding Astarion languidly in your ginormous bed, chasing the third high of the night. You had taken him up on his words to make you think about other things and other things just happened to be straddling him and slowly driving him into madness. Another sudden change in mood that was by now probably fueled by more than just a tinge of hysteria from the seemingly unending night.

When you had expressed to him that you were inclined to go for yet another round after you had laid down on your bed with your towels still covering you up, his lips had curled into the most lewd and seductive smile: “I see, you might be taking on yet another one of my qualities accordingly: an insatiable need to devour you over and over. Your wish be my command, my love!” You had been immediately charmed by his words and his admission about his carnal and desperate needs for you, but you still had grabbed his hands which had immediately started to eagerly wander again. A thought had crossed your mind that you needed to voice: “I… Astarion… When you say stuff like that last part… I – just want to make sure that you know that I would never want you to do this were it not what you wanted as well. I mean, even if you wanted to turn your back on sex altogether because you’re done with it, that would be fine for me too, because being with you and loving you is the most important part and…” Astarion put a finger on your lips to softly silence you: “Love, you are rambling again.” He dragged you onto his body, so he was on his back and you were laying on your stomach on top of him – your towel holding on for dear life.

“Since you are worried about me, which, really, I cannot express how much I appreciate, my heart - ”, Astarion continued and let his hand drag through your hair, almost making you purr in approval “- I will have you know, that I am never getting on my back again if I do not deliberately choose to do so. And,” – he grabbed your fingers that had begun to tap an idle tune on his chest and kissed them “as far as I am concerned my hunger for you might be greater than you might yet realize.” The looks he threw you went from playful lust to sincere love in a heartbeat. “I’ve never had something like this, it might be almost as new to me as it might be to you. But” – his gaze turned hungry again – “if I were to unleash the full vastness of my needs and feelings for you, I fear I might actually break you or scare you off for good.” The sparkle in his eyes saying that let delicious shivers run down your spine – others might’ve been scared by a confession like this but considering the range of thoughts and emotions about this man that kept consuming your every waking thought… you’d probably just made the perfect pair.

You smirked at him and simply hummed contentedly now reassured that you were on the same page. “Now”, Astarion said raising his voice and giving you a light slap on your butt “be a good girl and sit on my lap!” You happily obeyed and basked in the admiring looks he threw you, when you sat up and slowly unraveled your towel to reveal your naked form beneath it.

Then you went to take his towel off from around his hips and immediately discovered that he must’ve enjoyed the view so far and was more than prepared for you to fulfill your needs.

So, there you were: sitting on his lap, grinding against him, his dick hitting deep inside you every time you lifted up your hips, simply to let them slam down again, while he kept desperately moaning and cheering you on with praise. He had his legs propped up to help you aid to get the most traction out of every single roll of your hips that he was holding onto, his thumbs lazily rubbing circles on your pelvic bones. The silk sheets were messily bunched up all around you and a sheen of sweat made your skin glisten in the light of the oil lamps on your nightstands.

You were ecstatic. His words of admiration and naughty praise in a deep and husky voice, while he was interrupted by his own moans and his voice kept breaking while worshipping you, turned you positively feral and made you feel powerful. Just knowing what power you held over this ethereal man that must’ve seen almost everything already but still seemed to lose his mind at you gleefully crying out his name. It took you to newly known heights; you’d never felt this good in your life.

You slowly picked up the pace and started moaning louder while you lifted your arms over your head and dragged your hair up while throwing your head back and arching your spine – very well aware that it would draw Astarion’s attention to your chest. “Gods, your breasts look amazing when you’re moving like that, love”, Astarion wasted no time to say and silently gasp in admiration.

You smiled mischievously at him, still toying with your hair and moved harder to give him more of the desired movement. “Gods”, he moaned and arched his head back with a hiss from the sensation of you coming down hard around him and enjoying the view of your jigging boobs that felt deliciously heavy with lust.

While the attention was on them you let your hair fall down again and moved your hands to squeeze your breasts, making yourself moan with the sensation and sending electric jolts down between your legs when you started to twist one of your hardened peaks.

Astarion lifted one of his hands and gave you a slap on your behind which made you gasp and clench your core which then made him gasp in return and arch his back. He looked almost completely out of it by now, his tone almost pleading, when he said: “You’re a goddess.” "Then keep worshipping me!"

You kept squeezing your breasts with one hand while you let your other hand wander down your body, over your stomach, then deeper, over your clit, but only remaining there shortly before letting it wander onto Astarion’s body. You noticed the markings on your arm glowing and pulsating slightly but kept focusing on the vampire’s prone body beneath you.

You hungrily drank in the shapes, lines and angles of his body. The muscles of his abdomen tensed under your gentle caress. You took him and his body in while you lazily kept rolling your hips to ride him: his well-toned upper body, his arms just as muscular, holding you firmly, those sinful long and elegant fingers on your hips and most of all: his beautiful face with its sharp red eyes that watched you eagerly and hungrily.

Astarion bucked his hips, making you gasp as much from the sudden movement as from the delicious friction it created. Seemingly you had gotten too lost in his features and slowed down too much for his liking, so he had opted to show you who was actually in charge. “Come, love, giddyup.” Excuse him? You clenched your core and earned a desperate moan from Astarion in response – just as you thought.

“Touch yourself for me, darling”, he demanded sinfully with a deep tone. You clenched around him again, ripping yet another groan from his lips. But you still obeyed and picked up the pace again, letting your hand wander from his body to yours again and this time remaining on your clit, starting to add to your own pleasure while you kept working your boobs with the other hand.

Things started to really move quickly from there on out. You could feel your orgasm coming up on the horizon being fully aware that after two very successful rounds already this one would really bring down the house around you. Astarion felt it too, his body almost painfully tensed and his hands on your hips motivating you to go more aggressively.

“Harder, my love, come on, destroy me”, he requested pleadingly but with just the right amount of authority in his voice that you couldn’t resist.

You rode him harder while his fingers pressed pleasantly painfully into your hips. There was no more space for chit-chat, only for heavy breathing and moaning and the sound of your two bodies coming together again and again. You held his gaze while you kept touching yourself and could see that he was trying desperately to hold on and not get lost before you did.

But you wouldn’t give him this pleasure this time. You moved yet harder and faster, arching your back and clenching around his hardness inside you while you could feel yourself starting to get lost.

But Astarion went over the edge first, his eyes rolling back into his skull while he moaned helplessly with opened lips that bared his fangs. Your own orgasm had you closing your eyes and throwing your head back while searing hot white light exploded inside you and made you cry out Astarion’s name again - loudly.

You rode out the waves and kept moving your hips lazily until you heard the vampire wince slightly. “Love… Please, stop?”, he said and coughed suspiciously. But you weren’t over enjoying having the upper hand for once. You rolled your hips again and giggled. Astarion winced again and made to lift you off of him, but you quickly did it yourself and moved out of his reach.

“Come back here, you disobedient woman”, Astarion shouted after you teasingly angry with furrowed brows, but you were already out the door.

You quickly walked downstairs – butt naked of course – and grabbed another bottle of wine from the kitchen and two goblets to drink it from.

When you returned to the bedroom, Astarion was still laying there in the middle of the bed where you had left him. He had one arm over his face, his breath still a tad faster than normal. You stood in the doorframe for a moment just taking in the gloriousness of this moment and this man. Then you tiptoed back in while casually offering: “You wanted me to destroy you.”

Astarion lifted his arm and only opened one eye to look at you: “Oh, consider me thoroughly destroyed, my love, a job well done.” You smirked at him, then put down the bottle and goblets on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. Astarion sat up again and leaned back on his hands watching you.

“What I did not want was you being such an insolent little thing in this precious moment of my weakness”, he spoke slowly and the grabbed you quickly from where you were just relaxedly standing next to the bed. He hauled you over it and made you kneel on the bed while on all fours and positioned himself over and behind you. He leaned on his one hand placing it next to yours and let his other wander slowly from your breasts, down your stomach in which lust already started to coil again, to the sensitive spot between your legs and finally down your thigh, causing you to shiver.

Astarion leaned over to one of your pointy ears and silently whispered: “And I’ll make you answer for your crimes, my pet.”

Tags: @daedriclys @angelofthorr @starved-kitten

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willbyerssupremacist · 2 years

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“the wheelers can’t love”

i feel like most people view ted and karen’s relationship affecting mike in the sense that it made them unable to express their love, however, i think otherwise.

don’t get me wrong, they were definately affected by ted and karen, just in a different way. the way i see it, they can and have expressed their love for others multiple times in the show.

nancy not only said that she loved jonathan in season 4, but we can tell that she meant it because she pointed out every single thing about him that made her fall in love with him in the first place.

mike has also expressed his emotions on the show. though he didn’t say the words “i love you”, mike’s season TWO monologue is a clear example of mike genuinely expressing his feelings, and we can see that he does it without hesitation.

the way i see it, it isn’t that the wheelers can’t show love, it’s that they are trying to express their love to the wrong people. they are putting on a facade, they are settling for people who they know deep down that they truly do not want to be with, just like karen and ted’s relationship.

in fact, murray even explains this to jonathan and nancy, so i’m not sure why so many people are hooked on the idea that the wheelers cannot express their love at all.

“nancy couldn’t tell steve she loved him” because she didn’t! which is the same reason i believe mike can’t tell eI that he loves her, because he doesn’t, not in the way she wants him to.

the wheelers were affected by their parents because they have this distorted idea of what “love” is meant to be, they conform to what is expected of them in a relationship and suffer in silence, just like karen.

there is such a drastic difference between jancy / stockholm syndrom and byler / malignant tumor.

with steve, nancy was trying to be someone she wasn’t. even barb said it, she was acting different. with jonathan, nancy was able to actually be herself. they didn’t have a superficial relationship. their relationship actually had a build up, they fell for eachother naturally. they can be their true selves around eachother, there’s no pressure. they can talk to eachother and comfort eachother. that is why nancy can so easily express her love for jonathan, because it is real and she isn’t forcing herself to be someone that she isn’t.

the same exact thing can be said for mike and eI vs him and will. it’s genuinely scary how similar these two situations are. we’ve seen that eI (bless her soul, this isn’t her fault either) has shown no interest in the things that mike likes. she ignored his toys in season 1. she didn’t like it when he burst into song in season 3, which was him showing his true personality. at the end of season 3, we even see that he holds back from getting excited over presents and dnd. and don’t even get me started on how mike tried to be a completely different person in lenora. not to mention the fact that these two never seem to be able to tell eachother the truth or sit down and have a rational conversation about their feelings.

with will, it’s different. will already knows mike. will and mike have been best friends their entire life. will loves mike for who he is, which is why mike is so comfortable being himself around will. the amount of heart-to-hearts these two have had this past season, let alone all the other seasons, shows that mike is able to truly open up to will. in fact, mike pretty much only opens up to will. mike is always the first to apologize to will and he has stated how much he truly cares for him multiple times without hesitation.

“i’m the only one who cares about will!”

“if we’re both going crazy, we’ll go crazy together. right?”

“it was the best thing i’ve ever done.”

“he’s quiet today.”

“i feel like i lost you.”

“it’s hawkins, it’s not the same without you.”

i mean, why do you guys think everybody says they miss season 2 mike? mike didn’t randomly start being an asshole in season 3, he just started to hide his feelings and conform to what he thinks he needs to be in a relationship.

“It's forced conforming. that's what's killing the kids. thats the real monster.”

honestly, he needs to get murray’d next season. someone tell this poor boy that he does not need to suffer in an unhappy relationship and pretend to be someone he isnt for the rest of his life...

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forhereyesonlyyy · 9 months

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your love. // stayc, pse. // one-shot.

in which you visit your girlfriend sieun after months of not being around each other, and you both find it hard to control repressed emotions after sieun goes overboard during your moment alone.

word count: 8.4k.

author’s note: my first stayc one-shot!!! i gotta be honest with ya'll i started writing this during asap era but towards the end i kind of lost motivation to continue so that's why it's a bit dragged on because i kinda just started saying anything sihdskfh BUT!!! THIS IS A WORK MADE WITH LOVE!!! i absolutely adore my stayc and girls and i cannot wait for teenfresh GIVE ME THE SONG OF THE LATE SUMMER MY GIRLS!!! p.s. i'm sorry this is sooooo long like omg...

tags: wlw, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff towards the end, sieun fucks up, seeun the bestest best friend evver it's true.

warnings: suggestive at one point.

You got the genius idea when you were in your bathroom, staring blankly back at your reflection as you lazily brushed your teeth. You’ve been counting, as lame as that sounds, and in preparation for her upcoming comeback with her group, Sieun has been gone for months too long for you to endure. You missed her badly, but it wasn’t like she has been ignoring you or only talked to you once in a blue moon. No, Sieun always made sure that she texted you or call you during her downtime and in return, when you aren’t drowning in schoolwork, you send her some pictures of your face just to make sure that she doesn’t forget what you look like.

Sieun sends you some photos and even videos as well, and some late-night calls really makes you feel a lot less lonely. But of course you will always want more than that. You don’t even want to think about how long it has been since you last hugged or kissed or simply just looked at your dear girlfriend. And so, that one night, while you were brushing your already incredibly spotless teeth, you decided to surprise Sieun while she’s filming the music video with her members for the lead single of their latest album.

Sieun had told you a week before that they would start filming soon, and that day was today. That time was now, actually. You had arrived at the studio where the filming was taking place, and you’ve already informed some nearby staff about your galaxy brain surprise plan. Now you were just hoping that none of the louder girls spot you and make a scene. As much as you loved the members, you hoped that things would roll smoothly just this once.

You spot Sieun’s gorgeous strawberry blonde hair from a distance, and she was sitting on a chair chatting with a stylist. In front of her sat Sumin and Yoon, and against all of your wishes, Yoon had made eye contact with you and Sumin, sweet as ever, smiled so big upon seeing you. You immediately put your index finger over your lips for damage control and thankfully the two girls recognized the message and pretended you didn’t exist.

You continue making your way behind your sitting girlfriend but then you come to a halt when she suddenly raises her phone. You quickly hid behind a particularly tall staff member, who tried his best to not crack up as you did so. You peeked over the staff’s shoulder and of course, Sieun was indeed taking a picture of herself. Once she was finished, she brought the phone back down to her lap and finally, you make your move.

Just before you could put your chin on your girlfriend’s shoulder, you suddenly remember that you are only supposed to be Park Sieun’s good friend (Y/N). Scrapping every single one of your plan to surprise Sieun with a kiss or a hug, you stood frozen on your spot with a new plan. Sieun raises her phone for another picture and since you were literally right behind her chair, you were in the camera as well. You put up a peace sign and on the picture Sieun took, it really just looked like you photobombed her.

It took Sieun a few seconds but then she finally spots you on the picture and quickly turns around, then she confirms that yes, you are actually there.

“(Y/N), oh my God!” Sieun stands up from her chair and runs to engulf you in a tight hug. You felt your heart swell upon feeling your girlfriend’s warmth and if it weren’t for all the people around the two of you, you probably would have broke down in tears because you were not one to control your emotions well. Especially right in front of Sieun, the most important person in your life. You hold back on the hug and made it look as platonic as you could, but then Sieun leans back, keeping her arms around your neck, and ever so slightly her clear eyes shifted from your own down to your lips. You look at her, and you knew that if this embrace lasts for even one more second, you would risk ruining her life forever. So you stepped back, forcing an awkward grin on your lips.

“When did you get here?” Sieun asked. Her tone was shaky and unsure, it seems like she realized her own mistake. She had no idea how much it ate you up inside that you couldn’t even talk to each other publicly without fearing that everything will fall apart.

“Just ten minutes ago. I would’ve arrived earlier but I stopped by the nearest coffee shop and got you and the girls some pastries,” You paused. You didn’t know how strict the company was with the members’ diet, but now that you were here, you realized that you... didn’t really care. Even idols should enjoy food without worrying about gaining some pounds! Come on now, it’s even in your song, STAYC! “You can eat it on your break, or take it home. Just please, I don’t know, eat.” You said.

Sieun takes the box of pastries from your hands, and the brief touch of your fingers was enough to tug at your heartstrings. Your girlfriend turns to put away the pastries, and you take the time to look around the set. J was in the middle of filming her individual scenes, and Seeun and Isa were fooling around with a camera off to the side. It was most likely content for their fans. Looking back at Yoon and Sumin, they were focused on glossing over the delicious food you bought for them and argued about who gets which donut. From near them, Sieun gestures you to come over and so you did.

You sat on the chair across the three girls and hugged your backpack close to your chest. You had another gift, but it was for Sieun and you wanted to give it to her when you two were given a moment of privacy, if ever.

“(Y/N)! You didn’t have to waste your money and get these for us! You should’ve treated yourself instead.” Sumin says. Yoon mutters some words, but you couldn’t understand her since she was munching on a croissant.

You waved your hand, “It’s alright, I don’t mind. Sieun told me you girls have been working really hard for this comeback so I just thought that I could give you all a little something.”

Yoon swallows and wipes the corners of her mouth with a tissue, “Well, I’m glad you did because I have been craving sweet stuff for months! You should come more often! Sieun-unnie, tell (Y/N) to come more often.” The second youngest insists, nudging the second eldest’s shoulder.

Sieun only laughs at the younger girl’s orders, but you know in her heart that it’s what she wants too. There are times where the two of you can spend some solid time together whether it may be outside on a park or just at the comfort of your home. But unfortunately, most of the time, your schedules just don’t work out. When Sieun has a day off, you’re busy with assignments and school-related stuff. Sometimes, Sieun would visit you but even then you would be so distracted that you barely even look at her.

And of course, when you’re not doing much, Sieun is practicing and taking dancing and vocal lessons. You were convinced that the universe was doing its best to tear the two of you apart and there was a time that you almost succumbed to giving up, but you pulled through because you trusted Sieun, and it would break you to just leave her when you know that this was just a small obstacle that the two of you can jump over. Maybe even smash through.

You glanced down on your half-open backpack, and inside there was a red rectangular box with a pink bow tied to it. You chew on your bottom lip, now second guessing your choice. Was a necklace too predictable? You were pretty sure that you have bought Sieun lots of jewelry before, what if she thinks that you put no effort into searching for the perfect gift at all? That was literally your worst nightmare.

While staring holes through the red box, a pair of arms wrapped around your neck from behind and you turn around to see who it was.

“Aw, babe, is that for me? How sweet of you.” Seeun jokes, looking at the content inside your backpack. You rolled your eyes and closed your backpack before gently pushing Seeun away. Having mothers who are friends, you and Seeun were just as close despite having a two-year age difference. Seeun was just a fun person to be around and that was exactly why she was your best friend. You hadn’t known her for a while until your mothers introduced the two of you.

Seeun was the reason you even got to know Sieun on a personal standpoint. You had only seen Sieun on tv until one day, you stopped by their company building for a quick visit and tour from Seeun herself when Sieun happened to be practicing diligently with Sumin, and it all started from there.

“Sure. I would totally give my girlfriend her surprise gift in front of everyone.” You replied sarcastically. Seeun giggles and hugs you again, saying something about how glad she was that you came to visit her and everyone else.

(While you were catching up with Seeun, Sieun was quietly twiddling her thumbs beside Sumin. But of course you don’t see that because you were too busy laughing with your friend. Sieun hated feeling like this, especially towards one of her girls. But she missed you too much, and making her watch you get touchy and chatty with someone else was a lot to ask for.)

After that, Sieun was asked to make her way to the set since it was her turn to film for her individual scenes. You smile at her and mouthed some words of encouragement. Sieun smiles back briefly before going to where the director had told her to stand.

While you certainly enjoyed seeing Sieun in action, whether it may be singing or dancing or acting, you found it quite unfortunate that you couldn’t get to talk much. You loved Seeun, she was your best friend and she makes you laugh like crazy but you just miss Sieun so much. You hoped that sometime this day the two of you will be given a moment to talk. Even a minute would be enough. You just needed to feel connected to her again.

To avoid being a downer for the rest of your visit, you decided to bond with the other members of STAYC. Besides Sieun and Seeun, Isa was the third closest person to you. Not only was she extremely kind towards you, but her overall good-natured aura was almost magnetic. You always find yourself clinging to her because she made you feel good inside. Sieun does not get jealous over that because everyone knew Isa had that effect. Even Sieun herself gets drawn to her.

“She’s great, isn’t she?” Isa asked, watching Sieun work diligently with the camera. You smiled proudly at your girlfriend as the whole directing crew whooped to encourage her. You hadn’t realized that you didn’t reply to Isa as Sieun had completely captivated you. Looking at your smile and the way your eyes were quite literally glued to Sieun, Isa finds herself grinning.

“Do you like her?”

The question completely caught you off guard. You nearly snapped your neck when you turned your head to look at the older girl because from the way she said it, Isa sounded like she knew.

“S-Sieun?” You ended up blurting out. Well, now you looked like a fool. Every member’s eyes were on you, although Yoon did look quite funny since she was still eating some bread. Isa tilts her head innocently. She has no idea what she has just done, bless her heart.

“Yes. You look like you’re her biggest fan. I bet she’s your favorite member.” Isa said. Upon realizing that you might have overreacted, you then mentally slap yourself for getting all jittery and nervous. Because of course Isa wouldn’t guess it that easily. You like to think that you and Sieun have been pretty successful with the whole secret dating thing. The two of you have been official since before STAYC even debuted, albeit just a few months! And not one person has even got a hint that you and Sieun were closer than you like to show to others.

Seeun shakes her head, “That’s impossible! I’m your best friend, therefore I should be your favorite member.”

“No. Me and (Y/N) have the same exact interests. If she were just a regular fan and not our friend, I bet she would like me a lot.” J argued, and so STAYC scream over on top of each other to debate which member you like the most. Only if they knew... but they really shouldn’t.

(From the distance, Sieun watches you grin from ear to ear watching the members fight for your affection. This time, she wasn’t feeling jealous. She felt her heart growing heavy. Not with envy, but rather... love.)

When the mess managed to pass and the girls got serious since they still had some work to do, you asked a staff member to point where the washroom was and thanked them when they provided you with some directions. You must’ve eaten something bad before leaving your house since you were in a hurry. Bringing your bag along, you started following the directions the staff member gave you but then a hand tugs on your sleeve, stopping you from making another step.

“Leaving already?” Sieun asked, retracting her hand slowly. Some of the girls were already changing their outfits, while the others were going over the choreography as they were going to film the group dance clip.

“Oh, no. I was just about to go to the washroom. Well... then I was going to come back and say goodbye because my mom wants my help with some groceries,” You replied. Sieun nods, and then she goes quiet. It seems like she couldn’t get the words out of her throat. You understood why to some extent, maybe, but you did wonder why Sieun would feel nervous around you of all people. “Are you okay? Do you need something?” You asked, concerned.

Sieun shakes her head, then she cautiously looks around. You imitate her actions, trying to understand why she was suddenly like this. Sieun suddenly pushes you into an unknown corner where not even one person would dare to look at or walk by, and then she grabs your face with her hands and kisses you softly.

This was certainly new. The two of you agreed to not even be five meters close whenever you’re around just to avoid speculations, except for ‘platonic’ hugs, but here Sieun was, kissing you in public! Not that you were complaining, your mind was too hazed and all you wanted to do was kiss your girlfriend, so you do exactly that.

You’ve nearly forgotten what Sieun’s lips tasted like. The familiar cherry-flavored chapstick she wore all the time comes back to you, and you couldn’t help but pull her closer just so you can never forget about it ever again. Sieun puts her hands on your shoulders, and you feel her clutch your sweater. It almost felt like she was angry, maybe she was. Maybe she was mad about how things had to be this way, how things had to be so unfair to the both of you.

But of course, you would always be there to remind her that it’s all going to be worth it. Because at the end of the day, you have each other and the harder things get, the more the two of you hold on and the more you never wanna let go. You will always end up like this: in each other’s arms and sharing your love for one another through kisses, or maybe something as simple as a look.

Sieun was the first to break the kiss, she wraps her arms around your neck and presses her forehead against yours, “You have no idea how much I missed you.” She whispered. It sounded like she was on the verge of crying and it broke your heart.

“That’s why I’m here. I just couldn’t wait until the next time you sneak out of your dorm to come to my house.” You confessed, laughing. Sieun had told you through text about how much she feels bad whenever she lies to her members just to see you and plus, you realized that it has been her that was making an effort to see you most often than the other way around so this genius surprise plan of yours was partly made so that you could give her a break.

“I’m glad you did, I couldn’t wait either... I actually wanted to surprise you after today’s filming was done,” Sieun leans further back to look into your eyes. You raised an eyebrow. Of course that was to be expected from Sieun, but you didn’t think she would do it on a work day! “Yeah, I was going to go straight to your house and bother you until you get sick of me.” Sieun joked.

“Now I wish I just stayed put then, I would love for you to try and get me to get rid of you which, spoiler alert, would never ever happen, just saying.” You replied. You leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on top of your girlfriend’s nose.

Sieun hums, “How are you so sure?” She asked, genuinely curious. You couldn’t even believe that she was asking such a question.

“I always want to be with you,” You answered. You kiss Sieun’s lips, but it was short and quick much to her dismay. You laughed a little, and then you hugged her tightly. “I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time you said that, of course not. But it has felt so long since you voiced it out, so much that it feels like it’s the first time, but that was okay. The first time you said those three words, you heart was beating out of your chest and you voice was shaking from nervousness, having been overwhelmed by your own emotions at the time.

Back then, you were in over your head trying to figure out if Sieun felt the same about you because you really were hopelessly in love. And even though she did say it back before and has since been saying the words first sometimes, you were nervous at her reply. Will she just smile at you? Will she leave? Will she just kiss you and then leave? Do you still feel the same?

“I love you so much more.”

Your heart bends, breaks, and heals all at once at your love’s response. It was something that only Sieun could make you feel.

“Good.” You kiss her again. Again, and again until Sieun couldn’t help but laugh. You missed seeing her beautiful smile with your own eyes, and hearing her laugh over the phone didn’t give you the same butterflies as it would face-to-face. How you wished the two of you could just have a whole week— no, that would be too short. You wished that you could be with Sieun for a whole summer because what better way to spend your favorite season than being with your favorite person?! Obviously you had to stop being a brat about your situation and eat it up, but you were Sieun’s biggest fan and you simply had nothing to blame but... the timing of it all.

You briefly glance behind Sieun and your heart nearly drops to your stomach when you spot Yoon’s tall figure passing by, looking confused. With all your heart, you prayed to the Gods that the second youngest wouldn’t dare to enter your little corner. Mostly because you didn’t want anything to cut your moment with Sieun shorter than it has to be.

“Jayoon is going to talk, and they’re all going to start looking for you,” You said. Sieun hums, not seeming to care at all. Her left cheek was pressed against your right shoulder, her lips just barely grazing against your neck, making you shiver. Right. When Sieun misses you too much, she tends to get drunk with... impulse. You weren’t any different, but at least you had more restraint to not commit to doing monkey business in public! “What’s going to be your excuse?” You asked, trying to take your mind off of the trail of kisses Sieun was leaving up your neck.

“What are you trying to do?” Sieun asked, her breath tickling that funny spot behind your ear that she knows pushes you closer to giving in to her.

You hear footsteps getting closer and you start panicking, “One more second away from the set and I swear we get closer to basically telling everyone we’re gonna get married and have three kids, one named after Chaeyoung.”

“Hm. I guess we better do this quickly, then.” Sieun’s hands somehow finds a way to slip under your sweater, and you flinch backwards, both angry and shocked at how your girlfriend was being so careless at the moment.

You try to let her off easy, “Babe, if you can wait four long months then surely you can hold on for a few hours more.” You said. Sieun narrows her eyes, and you just knew that this was going to be bigger than it has to be. But you felt the need to remind Sieun just what she was trying to risk for something so... invaluable. At least that was how you saw it.

“(Y/N), you’re going to have to learn to just take the chance because what if we never get it again? I’m going to start promotions with the girls soon and, as you always seem to be, you’re going to be drilled with schoolwork and when you are, I don’t even feel like there’s a relationship to be lost!” Sieun spat. Again, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing from your girlfriend, but this time for a very different reason.

You grit your teeth, trying to clear your head and avoid saying anything that might make this tiny flame a devastating inferno, “I’m just saying that this isn’t the time nor the place to do this kind of thing, Sieun. I mean... I’m sure it would take some darn good eyes to spot us but what should we do if that happens? Have you ever thought of a way to deal with the consequences? Think about what you’re going to lose! We can’t keep getting away with a ‘near miss’, you know that.” You said.

“You know, one thing I realized about you while we were apart is you are way too invested in making sure that I keep being a singer. That’s sweet, honey, but I have to ask: are you in this for me or my career?” Sieun’s words had tore a hole in your heart, almost literally.

“How could you say that? I—” You briefly paused and kept your voice down to avoid drawing any attention. “I love you.”

(Sieun hears the sincerity in your tone and it eats her up inside.)

“You’ve worked your whole life to get to this point, I don’t want you to throw it all away for something that is worth nothing, or for someone like me,” You take your girlfriend’s hands with yours and you hold them tightly. As if you never want to let go. “We can do whatever you want when you visit me later, okay?” You hoped that this would be enough to stop all the bad feelings and the arguing, but you knew in your heart that the two of you would have to talk about it again in a more civic and mature way.

Sieun slowly pulls her hands away, and God were you so scared of what her next words implied, “There are a lot of things in my life that I can willingly and wholeheartedly throw away my dream for, one of those things is you, (Y/N). You say you love me, but I guess not to the same extent that I love you.”

Something inside you ticks off and once again, you grit your teeth to control your temper. Civil and mature conversation. Civil and mature conversation. Come on, (Y/N), that’s what we’re going for here.

While you were yelling at yourself about keeping calm, Sieun had already started walking back to the set. She apologized to the director and had told everybody that she took it upon herself to show you where the bathroom was. You were left standing alone in that dark corner in utter disbelief. You would have started crying if it weren’t for the fact that you had to leave in approximately five minutes.

You didn’t give yourself a chance to think about what had just happened with Sieun, you were saving that for midnight. Before you could leave the studio, however, you managed to slip the red rectangular box inside Sieun’s bag undetected and finally, you headed home.

Sieun did not visit you.

Not that you really care, not after what went down in the studio. Still, it couldn't be helped that you feel hollow inside your heart. It was the first time Sieun did not visit you when she said that she would. Regardless of whether or not the two of you got into a heated argument, Sieun does not let it last for longer than an hour and takes it upon herself to fix burned bridges.

You thought about apologizing first, but you were afraid that you would be distracting Sieun from her work and you didn't want to make things worse for your relationship. So, you stayed quiet for the whole afternoon. Literally. Even your mother noticed that you weren't talking much, but she didn't say anything about it, which you were thankful for.

You got a message from Seeun an hour after you left. She talked about how everyone was sad that you were only there for such a short time. You didn't give her a reply, mostly because you didn't have the energy to do so. After you helped your mother arrange the groceries, you spent the next few hours sitting on the living room couch and watching endless reruns of old dramas. Occasionally you would open the single novel sitting on top of the coffee table, but you would always find yourself looking back on your phone, hoping that Sieun would at least tell you that she got home safely with the girls.

So far into the evening, nothing.

You sighed, hugging your knees close to your chest. You stared at the tv screen and nearly gagged at the sight of a couple kissing in the most awkward way possible. How typical. You groaned since you reached another ending of an episode and you still haven't moved from your spot due to lack of motivation.

At some point, you spaced out. You started thinking of ways to make it up to Sieun when you inevitably see her again, and you had several scenarios in your head playing out that you didn't notice that your front door had been unlocked and opened. Instinctively, you grabbed the remote and prepared yourself to throw it at the unfortunate burglar that has broken into your home.

“(Y/N)...”

You blink and you realized that it was not a burglar that has broken into your home. Instead, it was the very same girl you had been thinking about the whole day, always. Well, she didn't break into the house. You had completely forgotten about the spare key you allowed Sieun to have. It's been a while since she visited, that's why.

“Sieun...?” You were going to sleep crying about how messy things were between you and your girlfriend, but the she shows up in your house at nearly ten in the evening without warning and you find yourself quite a mess inside your head. There she stood on the other end of the couch, disheveled and exhausted. Possibly from running. You clutched on to the blanket covering your legs, you wanted to wrap it around your girlfriend’s figure to keep her warm, but there were a million questions circling your brain that you couldn’t move from your seat.

Why didn’t she call you? She should be resting and preparing herself for the second day of filming, why is she here? Did she actually run from the dormitory to your house? Is she insane?!

Sieun exhales deeply and sits down on the spot beside you. Without a word, she slowly leans her head on your shoulder and rests it there, her hand finding its own way to yours. You release the tension from your shoulders and relaxed, leaning back. You tried to keep yourself focused on the drama in front of you, just to give Sieun a moment to collect herself and finally talk, but a shining object on your peripheral vision has forced you to turn your head and look down at your girlfriend.

To your surprise, Park Sieun was wearing the necklace you had bought for her.

“I’m shocked to see you didn’t throw it away,” You joked. Sieun was wearing some sweats, a shirt, and a jacket. It was obvious that she was getting ready to settle down for the night and put everything that happened in the afternoon somewhere inside her brain where she didn’t have to think about it until later, but something gave her the energy to just come to you. Until she speaks about it, you won’t ask, but boy was the curiosity killing you. “Most people wouldn’t even want to look at anything that reminds them of their lovers after a quarrel.” You muttered.

“It’s from you. I would never throw away any of your gifts over a stupid fight.” Sieun looks up, and from where you were looking, you could see a better view of the necklace. It looked amazing on her, just as you imagined.

The piece of jewel resting between Sieun’s collarbones was that of a sun because, as cheesy as it sounds, you considered Park Sieun as the one who lights your way. And maybe you were just hopelessly in love with her, but whenever she comes into your vision, everything just seems brighter. Other than that, Park Sieun is a small girl who was fed a boatload of talent as she was growing up. You’ve seen what she can do, and you had no doubt that she is one of the most promising idols in the industry. Just as the sun is one of the brightest stars in the galaxy.

You hear Sieun release a shaky breath and despite the entertaining scene playing in the television, her eyes dwelled up with tears. It felt like your heart was being trampled under someone’s feet and you had no choice but to watch.

“(Y/N), I’m really sor—”

You turn the television off and stood up, abruptly interrupting Sieun. That was on purpose, you were not going to have the talk in a living room couch where your mother could easily walk down and overhear. There was nothing for either of you to worry about since your mother knew of your relationship and was respectful and supportive, but you felt that this was something that should stay between you and Sieun.

You turn around to face your girlfriend. Tears had already started streaming down her beautiful bare face, and you gently wipe them away with your thumbs. You then took Sieun’s hand and nodded your head to the stairs, “Let’s go up. I’ll get the bath ready.”

As warm as the water kept you, goosebumps still managed to show themselves on your skin as Sieun started discarding her clothes to the side. You keep your eyes on the faucet, distracting yourself by making scenarios of droplets of water talking to each other in very high-pitched voices in your head. This makes you smile and laugh, but then Sieun joins you in the bathtub and suddenly the droplets of water started screaming in panic. Some even fainted and evaporated, how dark.

Sieun sits in the space between your legs and she hugs her own close to her chest. You rest your chin on her shoulder and wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her tight. She had pulled her hair up in the neat bun, exposing her smooth neck. You felt like kissing her.

Should you start talking? You invited Sieun to join you in the bathroom in hopes of talking in a more private space, but now you were actually in a loss for words.

“What I tried doing earlier,” Sieun speaks. You hum in response, taking one of her hands from under the water and intertwining your fingers. “It was wrong. Not because we were at... risk of being caught, but because I was pressuring you to do something against your will. It doesn’t matter if I missed you like crazy, it was terrible of me to do. I’m—” Sieun turns her head, and her eyes soften at the sight of your gentle look.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“It’s okay,” You replied. You know Sieun would never force you into anything you didn’t want to do in her right mind, she promised you herself as soon as the two of you made things official. “But I understand.” You continued.

“There’s no excuse as to why I would—”

“Let me finish, babe,” You thought about all the times Sieun had to watch you do anything but sit down and talk with her on a day where the two of you were supposed to spend some quality time together after weeks of being apart. And then you thought about the times where you were too reluctant to go on a date outside with Sieun and wasted a free day due to fear of having everything fall apart for her. I’ve been quite the coward. “I think I was being too critical about hiding the fact that we’re dating. You’re the one who makes the most effort to make meetings happen... but I get too scared and before I realize, you’re leaving again and we’ve done nothing.”

“(Y/N)—”

“And then I have the nerve to blame you and your work and the industry when it was me who was slowly ruining this relationship all along. I— How are you not sick of me?” You absolutely hated how you let every good opportunity slip away, how you might have made Sieun feel that she wasn’t in a relationship, how you were never the ‘good lover’ you always wanted to believe you were. You wanted to change, but how will you ever get rid of the feeling that follows whenever you do something even remotely romantic with Sieun in public?

The feeling that you will ruin Sieun’s life, as well as your best friend’s, and that everyone will hate you for it. That Sieun will hate you for it.

“You were protecting me. I appreciate what you do for me and I always will,” Sieun cups your cheeks and leaves soft kisses all over your face. Your heart swells with sadness and the remaining bits of frustration over your past actions, but Sieun’s presence keeps those emotions at bay and eventually your heart was as light as a feather. “I would never hate you for doing what you think is the best for us. You’re my everything, (Y/N).”

Sieun kisses you, and while it was less intense than the one you shared earlier, it holds the same passion and feeling. It was a bit awkward considering that there wasn’t a lot of space for either of you to work in, but you didn’t care about that. All you wanted to do was cherish this moment and never let go of it just yet. There were a lot of things that Sieun made you feel. There was probably no way you can express them all verbally, but you hoped that this kiss would be enough to give Sieun a hint of your true feelings for her.

There wasn’t a limit when it comes to how much you should love a person, and it would be impossible to measure anyway because you knew that every passing second, you love for Sieun grows so much that it could beat the size of the universe.

“We don’t have to hide a lot anymore,” Sieun says after a while, leaning her back into your chest. You blinked, what does that mean? “The girls know.”

Your blood runs cold, “T-They...?”

Sieun nods, “Even the staff.” What the hell? I guess we weren’t as slick as we thought.

Sieun sighs blissfully and relaxes in your embrace. You raised an eyebrow, “You seem awfully calm about all of this.” You said. You thought that Sieun would be as nervous as you are right now. Hell, you were even preparing a whole speech in your head just in case there comes a time where you would have to defend your relationship against the world.

“Yeah, it’s good that they know.” Sieun says, and the content smile plastered on her face was enough to make you believe her words.

[A few hours earlier...]

“Rest well, girls. You’ll have a long day tomorrow.”

The members of STAYC thank their manager and bowed politely before making their way inside their dormitory. Immediately, Yoon and Seeun flop down on the couch, groaning about how their legs could not work anymore. Sumin heads straight to the kitchen, already thinking of what to make for dinner. J joins Yoon and Seeun on the couch, comforting them while also teasing them about their ever-deteriorating stamina.

Isa and Sieun were the last to enter. They were silent, and that, Isa thought, was weird in a way.

“What would you all like to have for dinner?” Sumin asks from the kitchen, staring intently at the contents inside the refrigerator as if her desired ingredients would appear if she just stares longer.

“We want—”

A door slams shut, making Yoon flinch and stop talking. Everyone turns their head to the front door and Sieun was nowhere to be found. She had stomped inside her shared room with Isa, J, and Seeun without a word. Isa sighs, contemplating whether she should apprehend Sieun about her behavior or leave her to her thoughts.

Sumin pokes her head out, “Does anybody know what’s going on with her?” She asked. Everybody shrugged, all of them had a different answer they all voiced out.

“Alright. Well, we can’t eat good dinner with a dark cloud above our heads! Yeeun, you’re on grocery duty with me. Chaeyoung, Seeun, and Jayoon, do what you do best and make Sieun smile.” Sumin said, grinning. She and Yeeun leave the dormitory once again, and the rest of the girls were left in the living room feeling clueless.

They all shared a look and then they just knew what to do.

Isa knocks on the door and as expected, Sieun doesn’t answer. Carefully, Isa opens the door and there they found Sieun sitting on her bed, staring at the floor with a dark look on her face. Yoon almost aborted the mission, having been scared of the thought of getting close to Sieun when’s angry, but Seeun keeps her with her and Isa as they tiptoed their way inside the room.

“Hi, unnie.” Seeun said, smiling at the older girl. Sieun looks at her, but doesn’t smile back. Seeun was starting to think that maybe Yoon was right to try and run away from the task. Isa, however, was determined.

The third eldest decided to be frank, “Trouble in paradise?” She asked.

“I just... I think I messed up with— wait, what did you say?” Sieun snaps her head up, now looking at Isa with wide eyes.

“You and (Y/N). You fought, didn’t you?” Isa asks again, making it clear to Sieun that yes, she knows exactly what she is talking about.

Sieun looks at the younger girls and she finds herself in utter disbelief, “You knew?”

Yoon nods, “We’ve all known for a while, actually. Seeun-unnie was the first one, and being Seeun-unnie she accidentally spilled it on us... but it wouldn’t really take a genius to find out about you and (Y/N).” She said. Sieun releases a heavy sigh, then she laughs at herself. All that effort just to find out that the girls have known all along. She didn’t know whether to think it was funny or sad for her, but at least she isn’t being yelled at.

“How...? And when?” Sieun directed the question to Seeun.

Seeun sits on the spot next to the second eldest and tries to remember the exact moment she found out about the not-so-secret relationship, “When we weren’t so busy, (Y/N) came over and played with me and Yeeun for a bit. You were in your room, so you didn’t know that she was here yet. Yeeun and I went to the kitchen to grab some snacks, but then I forgot to ask (Y/N) what she wanted to have. So, I went back to the living room to talk to her and... well,” Seeun grins at the memory. It was one of the moments where her heart felt so full at the sight of your smile. Don’t get her wrong, it wasn’t anything romantic. You were her best friend and if you were happy, she was happy. “She had this big dumb smile on her face while she was staring at her phone and I wondered what could be the cause of that. Turns out that she was going crazy over a cheesy message you sent at the time. I send her the same messages and she just replies with the vomit emoji, but when it was you... I have never seen her so happy.”

Sieun blushes. While she doesn’t remember that exact time, she felt rather reassured after hearing Seeun’s words. “Why didn’t you say anything to me? To us? You know, we were breaking our backs trying to hide it from everybody.” The second eldest sighed.

Seeun thinks hard about it. She knew in her heart that she would’ve confronted the couple about it, not only because she finds pleasure in teasing her tough best friend but mostly because she was over the moon about the two of you finding happiness in one another.

“I don’t know... I guess I felt like I would be intruding— or maybe I thought your hard work would be wasted. Something like that,” Seeun shrugs, giggling about her lack of a clear answer. “But just so you know, I didn’t actually tell the girls about you and (Y/N)! I’m not a snitch! I just... said some small things and they were smart enough to figure it out!” Seeun defends herself, playfully glaring at Yoon.

“No, Jayoon was right. Perhaps we really were a little too obvious about it. Mostly me, probably.” Sieun says, sighing. Not even Seeun visits you in your own home often and you’re practically joined by the hip! And how does Seeun know whenever Sieun was at your place? Well, she could always tell when you’re occupied (you really just don’t respond to the hundred old pictures of Richie she sends), and Sieun always makes sure to make herself look extra pretty on the days she would sneak out to meet up with you.

“Alright, well, now that that’s out of the way, what happened between the two of you in that little corner?” Isa asked, sitting down on the bed across Sieun’s. The second eldest finds herself feeling extremely embarrassed now that she knows that Isa, and probably all of the girls, know where the two of you decided to hide that time. God knows what else they could’ve seen.

“Other than, you know, the kissing.” Yoon commented.

“Please don’t... bring that up.” Sieun shakes her head, flustered. Both Seeun and Yoon sit down on either side of Sieun, making kissing noises to tease her endlessly. Isa sits on the bed across from Sieun's, laughing at the younger girls' antics.

Sieun covers her face with her hands, groaning, "I went... overboard. N-Nothing happened but... fuck, I— I missed her. And she was there, and I just wanted to feel close to her again. It wasn't the right time, I know, but that's not the point. I got mad and I yelled and I said all these horrible things to her and... and now I don't know if I can even face her." She was in complete distraught.

The two of you have fought before, sure. But neither of you have let it gone for this long and let it go this bad. Sieun knows that she has to talk to you, that she has to be the one to apologize because she was the one in the wrong, but she is so, so scared of what you might say to her. A cold and unforgiving look did not suit the sweet eyes Sieun has gotten to love so much but with the state she left you, Sieun thinks that the worst might just happen the next time you two see each other.

You were the best thing that's ever happened to her. All her life she felt that something was missing. Even achieving her greatest dream did not make that hollow feeling go away. Then she met you, and slowly all the pieces of her incomplete puzzle started coming together.

Sieun feels tears building up in her eyes and clutches on her bed tightly, "I don't want lose (Y/N). I can't lose her."

Yoon caresses the older girl's back to comfort her, pouting at Sieun's pitiful sight. Isa only stares, sighing and finding herself thinking of ways to help Sieun. Seeun stands up and grabs Sieun's bag from floor. Sieun doesn't say anything when the younger girl fishes through her bag. She didn't have the strength to do anything at all.

Seeun cracks a proud smile on her pretty face when she successful finds the red box inside Sieun's bag. Everyone in the room perks up at the sight of the unfamiliar object. Seeun gently places the box on Sieun's lap.

"It's from (Y/N), obviously," Seeun takes off the cover and reveals the beautiful sun necklace you've bought for her. The jewel seemed to shine brightly under the light, and Yoon mutters something about it being the prettiest necklace she has ever seen. "(Y/N) is very... simple. Traditional. Not that it's a bad thing. I meant that... her love isn't anything grand, but that's what make her so appealing. She's my best friend so I can say that." Seen clasps the necklace behind Sieun and admired it. You really did have the best taste in jewelry.

"My point is you don't have to make a song, or tell her a poem to fix all this. Just, you know, be there and say sorry," Seeun sits back down beside Sieun, smiling at her. "She's hurting right now too. I think it would help if you were there." Seeun glances at her own phone, frowning at the realization that you haven't replied to her messages at all.

Sieun touches the sun-shaped jewel resting on her collarbone, and it made her think of you — her very own star, shining down on her when everything gets dark. The one person who she knows will always be there when she needs them, the one person who will love her and care for her unconditionally. She couldn't afford to lose you, your love, your very randomly-timed gifts, your smile, your laugh, and that future that Sieun so badly wanted with you.

"I... I need to go." Sieun doesn't even wait for a reply from her members. She sprints out of the room, barely able to grab the keys to your house as she did so, put on her sneakers in record speed before dashing out of the dorms.

The crisp, cold air hits Sieun's face while she races down the street she knows all too well, but she knew a world without you in her life would be colder, and it would hurt more. Sieun held the sun jewel in her hand while she ran, lungs begging for air and legs begging for a stop but she couldn't. She had to see you. And be with you again.

Everything was about you, and for you. It always will be, for Sieun.

Finally, Sieun comes to a stop at your front porch. The curtains were drawn, but she could faintly see the drama being played on the television and the dim light coming from your kitchen. Sieun hoped it wasn't your mother because she would have too much of an explaining to do. Sieun approaches your front door, puts the key inside the lock and turns the doorknob cautiously.

Sieun steps inside the living room and sees you, her girlfriend, all the more ready to attack her with the remote control for the television. She could laugh, but she was too exhausted from all the running she did. And plus, making eye contact with you after everything she did made her so, so weak.

"(Y/N)..." God, she could barely speak your name.

You dropped the remote control on the couch, "Sieun...?" She missed your voice a lot. Sieun releases a deep breath and settles herself beside you, your warmth immediately getting rid of every fear, doubt, and shame in her head. She rested her head on your shoulder and took your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers and holding it tightly. She never wants to let go.

Sieun knew she was a work in progress, but she was willing to do anything for you. Whether it be giving up her dreams, or swallowing her pride, or literally running miles just to see you — for your love was worth having more than any of the stars in the universe, and the universes beyond that.

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D-Day is an absolute masterpiece; let's discuss.

Obscenely long description of each of the songs under the cut

TL;DR: I'm an emotional wreck and this is the best album I've ever heard for so many reasons.

Haegeum??? That MV??? Never wanted to quit my job and start a gang that bullied the rich and steals their money more in my life (and trust me, that's something I've wanted to do since I was like 13). Yoongi is the only rich man I'd ever let lecture me about capitalism. He can do it all day every day. This is a fucked system, but thank you for turning me on while lecturing me about it and murdering people with some dirty chopsticks 🥴

D-Day is absolutely sick, 100% exactly what I'd expect from him. How a song can go so hard and still be so poetic to me is just insane. The beat is SICKENING. The chorus? CATCHY. 10/10 song, perfect opener to the album and set's the tone for the rest that's coming in an amazing way.

HUH?! killed me. We open the song with "what the shit do you know about me" and bro? Nothing, ion know shit about fuck, but you got me all the way fucked up with that attitude. Hoseok?? THE "HUH"S EVERYWHERE?? dead. deceased. The beat? Would literally sell my soul to be able to be in the studio when that man makes anything. I went to school to be an audio engineer, I've seen the way people put music together and create these catchy ass beats and have even made a few of my own, but FUCK BRO THERE'S NOTHING BETTER THAN THIS MAN IN THE STUDIO.

^^That goes for every song, not just Huh, but I just thought that it was important for EVERYONE to know that I'd sacrifice my firstborn child just to watch this man work.

AMYGDALA had me in tears. I was literally sobbing reading the lyrics. There are no words I can say that will accurately express how I feel about this song. This song has been out for less than 24 hours and I already feel so close to it, I can't even begin to describe it. The way most of the instruments fall out in the pre-chorus just so they can all come back in the chorus for that intensity with him basically yelling the lyrics is just *chef's kiss*.

SDL Is so cute and heartbreaking at the same time. The chorus is everything, so beautiful. Talk about bitter sweet lyrics, I'm eating that shit up. His vocals are absolutely outstanding, that "I'm thinking 'bout you" is making me so delulu you have no idea.

People Pt. 2 has already been out, but man that song is gorgeous. IU's vocals are such a great contrast to Yoongi's rap, and when they harmonize I wanna start crying whY DO THEY SOUND SO GOOD??!

I'M NOT KIDDING YOU WHEN I SAY I WAS CRYING, LEGIT SOBBING THE FIRST TIME I HEARD POLAR NIGHT. The instrumental is so uniquely Yoongi, and makes you feel so much. Yoongi is one of the only artists whos music makes me feel what they feel; and this song is the best representation of that. Everytime i listen to it I have to stop myself from crying and it has nothing to do with the lyrics. I cried before I even knew what the song was about, just because that's how good of a composer and producer he is. Genuinly one of the best songs I've ever heard.

I've never had an interlude make me feel so much. He's perfected the art of making his music invoke the emotions of his listeners and there's nothing more perfect than a minute-and-a-half-long interlude with no words in it that's still able to do that. Incredible.

Snooze is honestly one of the best thing's to have ever graced this planet if i'm being 100% rn. I know I keep talking about the emotion of the music but broooo. And the Woosung feature? His voice is amazing and is already so raw and emotional and paired with this song I just cannot. The lyrics make me want to sob, which I will probably do later when I get off work. And the the reference back to So Far Away? I'm on the floor someone please hug me.

Yoongi's vocals go fucking crazy in Life Goes On. If this was my introduction to Yoongi I would 100% believe that he's a singer and has been his whole life. The pure raw talent of this man will never cease to amaze me.

In conclusion, I love Min Yoongi with my whole chest and I hope he knows how much his music helps people, because it really, really helps. I can never even fully express just how this album alone helps me, that's not even speaking about all his other solo projects and the hundreds of songs he's worked on throughout his career.

If you read all of that I love u and I hope u have a spectacular day.

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thespianinthebackcorner · 5 months

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Okay so. You've heard me talk about Symbiosis and its connections with Rhine and Albedo.

But. I recently refound another series that ALSO gives me insane Rhine and Albedo vibes.

It's a series of songs, not yet complete, called Qualia Automata, by Team 6x111. Starts with Reckless Battery Burns, continues with End-World Normopathy, and keeps going with Lamentations. Hasn't yet ended, so that's it for now, but.

The story follows Tamari, a robot powered by AI that was created by Fayrouz, and is coded so complex that he literally has human emotions. Problem is, Fayrouz treats him like a machine and then he eventually runs away when he starts generating traumatized responses. Fayrouz then makes Mariyam, a second automaton whose emotions are purposely dulled, and is considered a "successful" model.

Now later on in the series Tamari goes a little crazy and ropes Mariyam into helping him find alternate timelines where Fayrouz actually loves him (Jesus Tamari wtf) (it's not working) BUT the connections with Tamari and Subject Two, Mariyam and Albedo, and Fayrouz with Rhinedottir is. Killing me.

(Actually when Reckless Battery Burns first released I got major Albedo vibes and posted a comment being like "hey maybe Tamari is a synthetic human of some sort" but I thought i was just biased and deleted it... Imagine the shock when it ended up being canon lmaoooo 😂)

But I'm listening to Lamentations rn which is from Fayrouz's perspective and. Some of the lines.

"redefine how to feel human, redefine my kindness, redefine what's wrong what's right so you don't test my patience"

"forging and sorting successes, things will never be the same, Tear apart break the neglected"

"...to being her home a perfect twin, perfection you could've never been"

"brace for the fate you'll face for following the path you paved"

HELLO??? this gives so much Rhine vibes. Like I can't even explain it they just fit together. Oh and also Fayrouz is, like, lying on the floor drunk through this entire song because her kids left and she's literally lamenting over everything, which, yeah Rhine's definitely had that phase at least once. Like literally the fucking art for the song is Fayrouz lying on the floor with a wine bottle in one hand and a photo album of her with her ex-husband and a notebook with photos of Mariyam and Tamari next to her. She made a lot of mistakes and she's now realising she may have been the problem all along. (I'm now realising this may set her up for a death flag. Shit)

And then. The final part of the song.

"My hands are as filthy as can be, beneath the skin, tarnished by rogue machinery, my stomach's churning throwing up my grief, anatomiting your synthetic humanity "

"failed to recognise warning signs and I let it happen thrice you're once more led astray, something I never understood the question I overlooked, am I the one to blame...?"

gOD. The way this hits and reminds me of Rhine so much I cannot even. Put it into words. Anyway go listen to the series they're all on YouTube and make a bit more sense with the MVs

#genshin #albedo #rhinedottir #subject two #qualia automata #tamari ghost and pals #mariyam #fayrouz khalid

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blue-jisungs · 10 months

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5k followers event !

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? BC I CANR 😍 we hit 5k!!!! thank you all so so much from the bottom of my heart, i cannot fully express how thankful i am 🥹 it doesn’t matter if you’re new here or been there since the begging (well technically it does, you’re an OG!!! love u<;3), as someone once said: it doesnt matter whom you have known the longest, it’s about who came and stayed till the end (or something like that lol)

so to celebrate i decided to make a lil poll and txt won the voting! combining my first ever band that waltzed into my heart and stayed there (5sos) with one of the latest ones (txt) seemed like a fun idea! now, if i could i’d write it in a completely different way but my attention span isn’t the greatest + i have a couple of different projects going on (such as the july jam session which was inspired by it btw lol), so here’s how it looks: each member has a piece written (~1k words each) connected to a certain song from an album! i know, i know there’s no sgfg but i couldn’t match anything <\3 and i was having such a hard time bc i am biased, okay? i love youngblood and 5sos5 and it was SO HARD TO PICK A ONE SONG?!

okay i need to stop talking so much. anyways, here’s the masterlist that will be updated! (did u see what i did here? i put them in the order of release just like the way i’ll post my fics–)

good girls ,, huening kai — 2/07

the only reason ,, yeonjun — 4/07

better man ,, beomgyu — 7/07

best years ,, soobin — 10/07

HAZE ,, taehyun — 12/07

again. thank you so so much! i wouldn’t be here if not you!! :( i’d like to thank my moots, my beloved friends i’ve made on here. now bare w me bc why does it feel like i’m leaving or something 💔 i just love n appreciate you so much but, here we go:

thank you ola, my mother ☝️ (@l3visbby) for correcting my works even when i didn’t ask you to :( you’re always there to hear my rambling (literally) and you’re the grammar police muahaha also a big big inspo, i’m genuinely grateful that you’re here, bearing n somehow managing my bullshit

ZANNA! @slytherinshua, my loveliest friend, an angel, felix in disguise, biggest joshua and dk stan e v e r!!! what id do without you…? probably die (not to be dramatic 🙄). you’re such a inspiration and good person to be around, i love your reblogs and conversations with you! you never fail to me make me smile and it’s always a fun time screaming abt taehyun together <3 you’ve been with me since… what, like… forever!! (almosr a year actually i still can’t believe it) and i’m so happy that we met <3

KIMCHI!!! 김치 LIKE THE KOREAN DISH!!! KIMCHI LIKE NY BELOVED FRIEND @planetkiimchi!!!!!! you’re so sweet. like, always. thank you for introducing me to nct LMAO but in general, i love texting with you :( you’re so funny and always being such a positive vibe!!! not to mention your writing, it’s genuinely so amazing?? i still remeber the chan piece you sent to me before posting, it made me so emotional AND IF THAT DOESNT SPEAK VOLIMES THEN I DUNNO⁉️ thank you for popping in my inbox n making me smile so much <3

speaking of inbox @lipedaisy i’m looking at you 🫵 debs, you’re so so lovely :( i uh, tend to forget about things, ahaha! so when you pop in n say simple stuff like drink water i feel like… well, you’re a life saver lol! you’re always so kind and bring positive energy, i love chit chatting with you (even if i forget to reply💔).

i hope you won’t be mad i mention you in one paragraph but it’s only because it applies to you all!!! @fairyhaos ,, @mirxzii ,, @rubywonu ,, @etherealyoungk ,, @delcakoo ,, @crxzs and @enluv you inspire me so so much!!! not only you’re the loveliest and funniest people i’ve met but i love your writing!! i know i don’t reblog that much but i write more than i read <\3 but you have amazing talent, your works are always beautifully written. nia, roxie, skye, yena, ema, angie, coco you deserve all the happiness in the world and i’m so grateful we’re friends (even though i’m a dry n late replier sometimes <3)

and to my other moots — @yeonscity-main ,, @sieunsgf ,, @malarign ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @pnkvernon ,, @wqnwoos ,, @wheeboo ,, @ylliris-hanniehae ,, @icyminghao : thank you for being here!! even if we met only a couple days ago… you make me so happy, i love interacting with you n talking abt goofy stuff, you understand me so well and we get along so smoothly it’s making a lil heart really happy :( you make tumblr feel more like home <3

and to readers (if you made it to the end, wow. like, seriously. i personally wouldn’t 🏃‍♀️💨 so, thank you <3), my babies precious gems angels cuties patooties!! thank you so so much for supporting me and my work! i know i complain abt empty reblogs but it’s only bc they motivate me more lol!! i am truly grateful n blessed to have you, even ghost readers (i see you🫵)! without you, rhis blog wouldn’t exist today >_<

#why am i emotional #i sound like a broken record but again #thank you so much. i mean it.#txt fic #a is for axe’s rambles!!

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artaxerxesthegreat · 1 year

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Secrets and Trust

A/N: This is my first ‘song fic’, and boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions. Not sure why I wrote this, and I’ll probably delete it later, but for now I’ll share it with the masses. Please note, this is kind of sad and horribly written.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, reader is the middle sibling of T'Challa and Shuri, Song fic [Lift me up], not alpha/beta read, angst, a lot of angst, sadness, so much sadness, in universe death, BPWF spoilers, non-gender specific, one curse word, mild gaslighting (?), alludes to drowning, implied smut, T’Challa might be OOC, K’uk’ulkan might be OOC, family hurt, slice of life (?), enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers. Again(?), I used the original script for some parts

A/N2: If I missed anything, just let me know. I usually write WOC fics, so this is my first non-gendered fic, I hope I did alright.

A/N3: All rights to Ryan Coogler and everyone that helped him make this wonderful movie. Song credit to Rihanna and co.

K'uk'ulkan/Namor x POC!Sibling!Reader

“No matter what happens, I will always be with you.”

That’s what my brother said— that’s what he’s said since the day I was born. A promise he has kept, no matter what.

Lift me up

Hold me down

“Come, jump in! I will catch you, I promise!”

His smile— bright, shining, radiant, warm… full of mischievousness.

“You are lying, T’Challa!” I shout back, a smile ever present on my face.

“Aye, what are you talking about? I would never, scout's honor.” He salutes me, standing up straight, but I just shake my head.

“You have never been a boy scout, T’Challa!”

The river we were swimming in was full of joy and laughter.

My heart never felt so full.

Keep me close

Safe and sound

“It’s okay, it’s alright.” My brother holds me closely as the realization of our Baba’s death finally takes its toll on me. I was so strong for so long, fighting the pain I felt— being the emotional rock for our baby sister, but seeing his sarcophagus being taken from us to the Hall of the Kings, sent me over the edge.

I cried for days.

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me in the warmth of your love

When you depart, keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Are you alright?” T’Challa’s soft voice breaks the silence that I’ve been trying to hide in. When I don’t answer him, he turns me over to look at him. Tears, still running down my face, tell him all he needs to know. Wrapping me in a tight hug, he lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore.

It feels like hours go by before I finally speak.

“Is it really true?” My voice is hoarse, tears dried on my face.

“… It is.” His voice is as soft as ever.

“And you are sure there is no cure?”

He doesn’t answer right away, only sighs, staring up at the ceiling as we lay side-by-side. That’s all I need to know, I can feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again.

But I fight them, clearing my throat, I ask the question that tips the scales.

“And you want me to keep it a secret?”

Now he looks at me, sadness in his eyes, regret in his body language.

“It is wrong for me to put such a burden on you, but mother and Shuri are not ready for this. They will never rest to fight this illness, and I will not live the rest of my days in a bed. I am the Black Panther— and I will be the Black Panther until I cannot. My duty is to my country, my people, and my family. One little illness— curable or not— will not change that fact.”

My lip quivers, as a tear rolls by, wiping it away fiercely I ask, “How… how long?”

“About a year.”

The tears all but gushed out my eyes as I hugged him tightly, all the jokes we’ve made about him losing weight, being the skinniest Black Panther to have ever lived. Even about M’Baku using him as a toothpick after he is done eating his vegetables, all came rushing back as the news of his illness hits me twice over.

“I am so sorry, my brother.”

“What for?” He pulls back with a confused smile.

“All the insensitive jokes we’ve made. They were wrong, uncalled-for, and I am sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His smile— as bright as the sun, as calm as the sea.

“… We only have a year?”

“Yes.”

Nodding my head, I look at him with conviction, “Then let’s make the most of it.”

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me close

“You should be resting!” I hiss at him, but he just smiles, leading me to a small house.

“There will be plenty of time for that, but first you must meet someone— someone important to me.” Again with that warm smile, I simply smile back as we walk into this unknown house, “What does a man have to do around here to be welcomed?”

“T’Challa, what are you—” I start to chide my brother, when the sound of running feet and a child’s voice interrupt me.

“Baba!”

A small boy runs into my brother’s arms, hugging him tightly. Shocked, I simply stare at the two, and when they look at me… it’s the same smile, the same eyes, the same warmth.

“Oh… T’Challa.”

Safe and sound

…“You said, ‘no matter what happens, you’ll always be with me’… but I can’t feel you anymore, brother. Your warmth is gone, your family is lost without you, your mother and baby sister are full of regret and guilt because of your secret. Your smile is gone, your soul is gone, and I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to go on, when you never told me what to do when you are gone?! How am I supposed to be strong?! That was you, I, I can’t do this on my own… I need help, T’Challa. Please, bring me a sign— a sign that tells me you are here with me, guiding and helping me. I beg you, brother, do not abandon me.”…

The cool night air hits me, making me shiver as my small fire has died down. I made my way to a secluded part of the river tribe, trying to understand why my brother did things the way he did; from keeping his illness a secret, to his son.

I know why, but… why?

Why have me keep all these secrets, why put that much faith and trust in me? Why leave me so soon? Why couldn’t we have more time?! Why was he taken from us?!

“WHY?!” My scream travels across the water, my knees give out as I sob on the shore.

Then there’s a sound.

Fluttering.

Bird wings…

“…what…” Looking up, I see the bird—well, it's not a bird. It’s a man… a man with wings on his ankles, “What…?”

I should be worried, I should be terrified, I should be calling for the Dora Milaje, but I don’t. I stare at this man, this otherworldly being, with confusion and wonder. Who is he? Where did he come from? — He’s wet, did he swim here? Is he a fish? —A fish with wings? Are there others like him? Is he alone? Why are his clothes so ancient looking?

Then he laughs.

Realization sets in, I’ve said all this out loud.

Embarrassment takes hold of me, I cast my eyes to the sand beneath me, “I am sorry, stranger.”

“You are not at fault, Querido.” (Dear one) His voice is a calm baritone, his eyes as dark as onyx, his smile… as radiant as the sun.

Awestruck, I simply stare up at his man. His smile widens, and I have to look away, remembering myself.

“I’m sorry.” Bashful, I cover my face.

“Again, you did nothing wrong.”

A sense of peace fills my spirit, one I haven’t felt in a long time; all thanks to this stranger, I finally feel safe.

Drowning in an endless sea

Take some time and stay with me

Keep me in the strength of your arms

Keep me safe

“Really?! Threats! That’s how you introduce yourself to my mother, are you crazy?!” My voice echoes off of the cave walls. I know full well that Attuma and Namora are standing right outside his hut, but I couldn't care less, “My mother, my sister– hell, even the council are losing their minds on what to do about you!”

He had been silent the whole time I was ranting— a good 5 minutes— but at the mention of the council, his eyes burn.

“My instructions were simple.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that angers me further, “This proves that Wakanda cannot be trusted.”

“Trust?!” My anger spills over, “How can you speak of trust when YOU threatened MY family, and my country?! How can you sit here, in your hidden little hut, painting your little pictures, living in your perfect little world when you barely give my family time to process the existence of a whole civilization living underwater?! You speak of trust, but show none— you haven’t given us a reason to trust you?!”

Not missing a bit, he replies, “Have I not trusted you? Did I not bring you here, to my people, my kingdom, my home— treated you with the utmost respect, deserving of a god, sheltered you when you needed an escape from your ‘home’? Tell me, In yakunaj.” (My love)

I see red, “This coming from the man who still has not told me his name.”

“I have told you—”

“—No,” I hold up my finger, stopping any more words from falling from his lips, “No, you told me what your people call you, what your enemies call, but never have you told me what your friends call you— what your mother called you.”

My voice grows soft towards the end, but where I’ve calmed down, he’s picked up; a blind man can see the anger in his face. I’ve stepped too far over the line, and the caves are quiet, too quiet. No one says anything, no one breathes too loudly. As time stretches on, it dawns on me that I was never meant to know his name.

Casting my eyes to the ground, I nod in understanding, walking to the hut opening. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my head up high, fighting tears.

“I’m sorry.”

This time, he didn’t forgive me, this time he didn’t stop me.

This time he didn’t save me.

Safe and sound

… Sirens, singing, floods, screams, pain, panic, death— all of it surrounds me, all of it chases me.

There is no escaping it.

No Black Panther.

No warriors.

No winged god to take me away.

Just fear, snaking round my throat, closing tightly around me until I can’t breathe.

Right when I think I’m going to pass out from the shock of it all, he shows up.

Still as breathtaking as the day I met him— still as deadly.

And his eyes.

Vengeance, revenge and… regret…?

My mother stands tall, Riri is scared, I… I don’t know what to feel.

… Water, screams, broken glass, cold water, no air… it’s too much

And yet.

Not enough…

… Opening my eyes, I cough, spitting out copious amounts of water. It burns so much, my eyes are stinging, my ears are ringing. I hear Shuri screaming, but I’m too dazed to process it; until my vision clears, landing on our mother.

“You did this!”

“It could have been different.”

“Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.”

…

“Where are you, T’Challa?”

…

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Wakanda only needs one Black Panther, and you made it, Shuri.” My sister looks at me shocked, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this, you take it.”

“But… but how can I be… You are next in line.”

“And as the next in line, I am telling you to take the herb, take up the mantle of the Black Panther, protect our people because I cannot.” Fighting tears, I push the herb in her hands closer to her, “There is too much— too much you do not know, and I cannot with good conscience take this herb. Please, sister, do not make me take it.”

Shuri can see how difficult this is for me, and nods, assuring me that she will do her best.

“That is all I ask for, my dear sister.”

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me safe

We need light, we need love

The sound of the battlefield was all I could hear; that and the pumping of my blood in my ears. I’ve always known the Talokanil were skilled fighters, but never did I think I’d be fighting against them. Many I’ve clashed my blade with were friends of mine, but in war, there are none.

We are enemies… oh how I wish it were different. This is not how it should be.

Then my sister’s Sunbird comes by, her helmet is off, her stance is strong.

And next to her… is him.

“Talokan, retírar a! Volvamos tin wotoch. K ba'ate'lo' waye' ts'o'ok u beetik.” (Talokan, stand down! Let us return home. Our fight here is done.)

A feeling of relief washes over me, I look at my sister as she salutes us, “WAKANDA FOREVER!”

“WAKANDA FOREVER!!” We echo back victorious. Our enemies— no, our new allies make their way back home, and I’m left feeling empty. Their king is the last to leave, our eyes never meeting, words never exchanged. My sister knows something is wrong, even when we get back home.

Then I tell her.

I tell her everything.

From T’Challa’s secrets, to my affair with the underwater king.

She leaves… angry, confused, sad, and feeling very much alone.

I thought it best that I leave Wakanda for a bit, but where would I go? My life is here, and yet… it doesn’t feel like home anymore.

Nakia offered me a room in her house in Haiti, but I couldn’t go there, not while my sister is clearing her head there.

So I begin walking along the riverbank, I watch the sunset, feeling a rush of emotions— good and bad.

…“Brother…” My eyes are closed as I feel a breeze blow by, “Thank you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for keeping your word… I was too focused on my anger and pain to realize that you were here the whole time. You have guided me, challenged me, and made me strong— stronger than I could ever imagine, and for that I thank you.”

Sitting down in the sand, I dig my toes in it, drawing nonsensical patterns, “My days seemed so grim and dark without you here, but I finally am starting to feel the sun again. It’s light, finally making these bones warm again… I do hope you forgive me for telling Shuri everything, she was less than pleased, and rightfully so. I wish you could have met… him, though. If you were here, there may not have been a war to begin with… I miss you, T’Challa, and I miss him.”

Bringing my knees to my chest, I cry.

I’ve been doing so much of that lately, it’s annoying, it makes me angry— it makes me feel weak.

And yet I cannot stop.

I’ve heard that crying is supposed to be therapeutic, that it makes you feel better afterward, but I only feel sad and foolish.

Only my brother wiping away my tears, telling me everything is going to be alright made me feel better, but he isn’t here anymore.

So I cry more.

“I-I know… I have to move on, I have to let you go but—” The warmth of the sun is gone, and back is the darkness that has had a hold on me creeps in, “I need help, I need strength… and forgiveness.”

…

“You have done nothing that requires forgiveness, Ch'ujuk.” (Sweet one)

My head snaps up at the voice, the voice I’ve heard more times than I should have. The voice that made me cry with laughter, and cry with anger and hate.

He sits next to me, staring out at the water; his clothes are that of a poor man, bandage on his foot from where my sister clipped him.

“My, how the mighty have fallen…” I couldn't help myself, and he doesn’t say anything. Just glances at me, giving me a weak laugh, “… I’m—”

“I swear, if you apologize one more time, I—” Now he turns to me, annoyance in his features as I snap back, because I want him to finish his sentence.

“—You’ll what, fishman?”

A challenge is what I’ve presented him with, one he’s faced many times before, all ending the same way.

Me beneath him, in the best of ways… but that was before.

Now we stare at each other, debating on what to do next. Do we give in? Do we act as if that war from a few weeks ago never happened? The words that were said… the actions, and consequences of those actions.

No.

It won’t ever be the same.

And it will only get harder.

“… I should have listened to you.” His voice and words catch me off guard, “There was a better way to make myself known to your people and your family. It never should have gotten that far, and I…”

I watch him closely, waiting to hear the words, so I can tell him to fuck off and dry out on a beach somewhere, but as the seconds tick on it gets suffocating.

Tears are in his eyes, “I am sorry, U Majestad (Your majesty). I was scared, rash, and reckless. I should have consulted you— shown you trust…”

lift me up in your arms

“It doesn’t matter now, does it… Namor?”

The pain etched on his face at the use of that name riddles me with guilt. But he deserves it, and he knows it.

(Hold me down) I need love, I need love, I need love

Lifting an arm out to me, he watches me with bated breath, hoping I’ll accept his side hug.

And against my better judgment, I do.

(Keep me close) hold me, hold me

Warmth, safety, sunshine— sunrise and sunset.

(Safe and sound) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

More tears. More crying.

But this time… comfort.

(Lift me up) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

“You can hate me for all eternity. I deserve that, and more— but please… do not call me that name.”

I nod, trying not to sob uncontrollably, “What should I—”

I’m silenced with a kiss, a soft one that turns mournful and needy rather quickly. He kisses the air out of my lungs, and I have to push him back to take a much-needed breath.

A sound of discontent leaves him, but he kisses the tip of my nose, resting his forehead against mine.

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

(Hold me down) hold me, hold me

“What?” I say breathlessly.

“My name.” He runs his thumb across my cheek, “Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

I place my hand over his, pull my head back, staring at him, completely beside myself. After a year of being with him, telling him my heart's desires, my hopes and dreams, never did I think I’d hear him tell me his name.

His name.

Smiling, tears run down my face again as I hug and kiss him.

“I like it…”

His smile is bashful, warm and inviting. Leaning in to kiss him again, I whisper.

(Keep me safe) we need light, we need love

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

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The end (Horrible, I know)

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monochromecoldness · 26 days

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BTS songs I believe aren't recognized enough - Your Eyes Tell

For those who are fans of fantasy, emotionally moving and magical feels, this song is a great recommendation in my opinion. Released back in the year 2020 along with BTS's "Map of the Soul - The Journey", Your eyes tell is a warm song sung from the heart and written by our very own Jeon Jungkook, full of nothing but raw emotion.

Although it is in fact an OST for a Japanese movie under the same name (and sung in Japanese), Your eyes tell can easily of been a B-side for "Map of the soul - seven" if it was initially made as a song solely for their studio album in my opinion.

Words cannot describe how beautiful this song is, and with Jungkook's raw emotions with writing this coming through, it pains me that not all BTS fans are aware of this song, making it all the less recognized among the community.

Although, there are many key points in this song that make me want to put it on repeat, but most of the time, Jin's Pre-chorus before chorus one easily takes the cake for me as he shines extremely well in songs like this (such as Epiphany, Abyss, Moon etc.) However, I must also give credit to Jungkook's outro for the song, ending it in such a calm and mellow way, just like how it started at the very beginning.

Not to mention Jimin's beautiful high note at the end of the bridge, but to put into conclusion, it really has a lot of points to highlight throughout, and I believe all seven members did extremely well (I mean, when do they not right?). Your eyes tell is a wonderful track, and it being an OST for a movie makes it even more exceptional in response. For those who are curious on what the song sounds like, I have linked a preview below, but in my opinion, it doesn't necessarily show the best parts and only the chorus, which is still put together extremely well.

Apart from that, thank you so much for reading, and I hope in the months to come I can turn this into sort of like a mini series of song recommendations and reviews for ARMY! If you have any songs you'd like me to cover, please leave them below in the comments, or reach me via my home page, much appreciated :)!

Favourite line of the song - "君のいない未来は　色のない世界

モノクロで冷たい"

"A future without you is a world without colour

Filled with monochrome coldness"

보라해!

#bts #music review #music recs #map of the soul #yoongi #jhope #jimin #taehyung #jin #namjoon #jungkook #Spotify

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lylicapril17 · 10 months

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A Truth She'd Hidden

Synopsis: You’ve loved your long-time best friend Miles Morales for years, but in the months that pass in your Freshman year of college, you have come to know the pain of unrequited love as your best friend is dating someone else. That someone is Gwen Stacy.

Word count: 1k+

Genre: Angst, Unrequited Love, Hurt no comfort, Could be a part 2 but I don’t know.

Warnings: ASTV spoilers- to me, it’s the biggest spoiler.

Pairings: College Freshman 1610 Miles Morales x black! fem! reader (unrequited on her part but could change.) College Freshman Earth 42 Miles G. Morales x black! fem! reader (like a smidge.)

A/N: I made the reader a black female because that’s what I feel I can best portray being one, but if others want to read this story that’s okay too since it’s not specified. (This is my first fanfiction on here so bear with me.)

When the sun emerges over the horizon and breaks through the night that had cast over the world in a sleep so deep you wish to stay in dreams, it signals those bittersweet dreams to end.

Whether a nightmare or a fickle reality, one doesn’t know.

Only you.

So when her eyes open, and she sits up from her bed to see those oranges and pinks that cascade over a lilac sky, she feels in that moment of in between, she is nobody.

Not the girl who grieves.

Not the girl who loves.

Not the girl who has given it all away to love someone such as Spider-Man.

And certainly not the girl who was left in the corner of Miles Morales' brain to collect dust for his new toy named Gwen.

Her hands rub at her eyes that had been previously shut, and she sighs out as reality starts to ebb its way back into her consciousness.

Clarity was never a welcome friend.

This was a routine that never failed to loop itself over and over into the recesses of her mind, and as she got up to do her familiar morning routine, she felt the cycle repeating.

She didn’t know how she had gotten here.

Her fingers drummed against the podium in a rhythmic sort of pattern she didn’t know. Those eyes of hers were glazed over as if there was a spotlight beaming down on her, and her heart began thrumming in a way it always did when the attention was solely on her.

A sick feeling curled in her stomach, and she bit back a sob as her shaky breaths tried to even themself.

Her paper lay against the surface, angled in a way so she could glance down at it if she needed the assistance in remembering.

“You have a talent, and I think that talent needs to be shared with the world.” Those words of her professor echo in her ears as she takes another wobbly inhale.

And as she looks out into the audience, she feels her heart sinking as Miles sits next to Gwen. Their hands interlocked as they whisper things to each other that she can’t hear, but can probably assume the sappy conversation.

She feels like one of those country singers who harps the same song of heartbreak and infidelity. But she had never even been in that type of relationship with Miles, so could she even consider herself in that position?

Yet, it felt like cheating, in the way she had loved him first and she was sure he was warming up to that idea.

Her breathing slows, and her eyes closed as she felt herself fighting back foolish tears that always ruined everything.

She looks pained as her face crumples in a way that makes people whisper about what could possibly be wrong. But it’s like she's underwater as those words she had rehearsed over and over came back to her like a resounding truth.

The auditorium's air seems to chill, and she feels this will be her only chance to speak her truth- her feelings that had boiled over- that had been put away to simmer like she was always put on the back burner.

In this moment, she mattered.

Her mouth opens, and the ugly truth seeps from her lips.

“Don't make me desire what I cannot have.

Or I'll despise you even more.

Don't show you're happy,

because I'll resent you who I cannot have…”

A brief pause follows, as she’s taken away by her emotions and there's nothing but her in that moment.

“I think the first time I ever loved you, I knew the end would follow soon after.

If emotion could melt upon skin, I would understand the unequivocal words in your eyes.

Those moments I didn’t know any better, neither you nor me. I lost myself in the white noise that follows bliss in ignorance.

Why didn’t we see it?

A hollow feeling that echoes- like a pyrrhic victory.

Paint me over, and wash me away.

Can we go back?

To the moment-

You didn’t know me.

I didn’t know you.

And we never longed for something we couldn’t have come to know.

In the end,

All that love we had shared..

Turned into resentment,

And then to nothing.

I saw you in a world…

that crumbled away.”

The auditorium is filled with silence, and as she opens her eyes, they’re hazy like she’s waking up from a dream turned into a nightmare that seemed to never end. Stunned faces and mouths parted in speechlessness seem to be common as the audience wears a collective face.

The words linger in the air, and the pain from her words makes ripples that turn into waves, washing over those who had simply come for extra credit.

Her breathing is deep, and she lets her hands rub down her face in a heavy exhaustion. Like the world was on her shoulders in a way nobody could imagine.

“Thank you.” Her voice is empty, and her eyes are hollow as she steps down from the podium and leaves the visible stage.

A boy with sunken eyes and French braids that sway as he finally sighs out, like an unknown heaviness has been placed on him after hearing such words. The way his body has been left tense and rigid sends shivers down his spine, and he begins to clap before anyone else.

Like the audience had been too taken aback to do anything, his clap brings them back, and the auditorium is then filled with roaring applause.

The professor who had been sitting in the front row stood after a long while, and as the clapping was thunderous, went up to the podium where the girl had left her paper behind.

“Thank you, everyone! That piece was actually titled ‘Not my best work.’ So, I look forward to seeing what she does next.” The professor's voice is almost quiet compared to the murmurs and whispers of others who couldn’t believe how quickly their boring extra credit attendance had turned lively.

Miles sat there, his hand still holding Gwen’s, but the mood had soured after hearing such a piece. The boy took his hand away, and as Gwen looked at him with worried eyes, he felt something gnaw away at him.

“Miles?” Gwen called his name as if to ask if he was okay.

But his eyes had remained on his sneakers, downcast with an emotion he didn’t think he could ever feel in being with Gwen.

Guilt.

{Please do not copy, plagiarize, or post my stories or pieces onto any other sites or platforms! I mean that seriously.}

[Likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome!]

- Please no hate comments, I’m not going to fight yall fr.

#miles morales miles g morales earth 42 miles morales × reader earth 42 miles morales across the spiderverse prowler miles angst Gwen Stacy

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cookierunauprompts · 2 months

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Sup bitches! Guess who made a confession fic for Arcane egg, Golden butter, and Shadow milk. Me! First things first @revisitingfandoms helped me come up with the gifts, but also write the letters! Check them out!

Anyways tell me what you think of the fic!

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He sits at a desk within a well ferbished room decorated in a variety of blues, purples, magentas, and some cyans. Within his vice tight grip is a letter, the packaging is tossed aside and now sits next to a mechanical flower. The flower shifts from a inky yet iridescent black to various shades of blue on each of the petals. The stem is a shining light silver that glints within the light, both petals and stem hold an intricate design of swirls and eyes. The most curious thing about the flower though is the soft music emminating from it. Its a playful tune, one might here this type of song playing at a carnival or maybe theater.

Shadow milk cookie keeps rereading the letter, over and over his eyes linger on each word. The familiar sent of sweet sugars and of metal almost overwhelm him more than the actual words. He can’t believe, he just can’t. Arcane sent him a confession letter, and such a sincere one to! They might say they were no good with words, but this makes his heart beat incredibly fast. It’s such a simple letter but that may be why it’s so effective, in its simple nature it’s incredibly sincere and heartfelt.

It reads…

(Dear Moonie,

It's been a long run between us, huh? So many years between us, from the old days on my island and your tower to where we are today. I missed you for so many years when you were taken. I can’t count the amount I would just sit back and wish that you were here by my side. I remember wanting at one point wanting to just summon you to tell me what happened and yet- I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Anytime I thought about it- I’d look back on the false letter the witches sent thinking that this was what you wanted.

I betrayed my emotions hundreds of times- always thinking ‘he wanted to be alone, this what he wants’. Part of me can only look back at how foolish I was. Did I not know you for hundreds of years? Did I not visit and learn beside you for decades? Perhaps it was my assumption and belief of you being under the influence of the corruption. I only realize now that was something that doomed me in the end.

Moonie Shadow Milk, I have come to realize one thing. I cannot hide the pains I’ve gained over the years, I should not hide my pains because in the hide they will only come back to hurt myself and those who care for me.

Shadow Milk, I did not tell you everything that day. I left a few secrets to myself and I tell you now because I cannot bring myself to say it in person.

Shadow Milk Cookie, I love you. It's a realization that hasn’t come to me easily, much less immediately.

I realized only after you were sealed. Perhaps that's what originally broke my heart- I remember Golden Butter telling me about the kiss you shared between her and you. Part of me had resigned to never holding your heart- until you told me those words that day. I won’t hesitate here and now. Shadow Milk I love you.

Yours truly,

Sunny.)

His eyes keep going back to the words “I love you”, he feels just a little light headed and his face can’t help but deepen in color. He forces himself to put down the letter and tenderly picks up the mechanical gift, he holds it like it’s the most valuable thing he owns and would ever own. As the soft music plays his mind wonders back to letter, has his dear Sunny really felt this way for that long. For thousands of years, even though he and the rest were sealed? Even though they thought his heart belonged to another… even when the two people she liked we’re interested in each other and not her.

That sounds like torture! Complete and other torture! Shadow milk grips his hair tightly with one hand, the other still holds the precious flower. He quickly hops out of his chair which almost knocks it over, and begins to rapidly pace back and forth in the room. Holding those types of feelings with that intensity within yourself for that long! That sounds awful! So very awful! How, why did she do that to herself! Not even confessing to just get those feelings out, but instead keeping them buried! Why he ask’s himself… he knows why, or at least her their reasoning why.

She thought that if she did confess her feelings that they wouldn’t only not be reciprocated, but she thought she’d loose both oh her closest friends. Which offends him, it offends him greatly! Do they think so little of their friendship that they think he’d just leave, he’s their blinding BEST-FRIEND! And another thing! They were just gonna let themselves suffer, which is unacceptable! He can’t help it when he stamps his foot on the ground in frustration.

That big depressed dumb dumb! Well he won’t stand for it, he needs to find Golden butter and talk to her about her feelings. Because of the mention of her in his letter Arcane must’ve sent her one to! He quickly bounds towards the door and flings it open with haste. Those who are tempted to stop him to ask questions on the reconstruction of the Blueberry academy quickly decided against it, for he had an intense look in his eyes. As if he were a predator on the hunt, they feel bad for whoever earned his ire.

….Indeed. Poor Arcane egg cookie, poor Arcane egg cookie indeed.

Luckily for Shadow milk cookie Golden butter cookie is in the same kind of predicament he was in. Golden butter recently decided to take a break from her travels, as a result she’s in her toy box relaxing in her room… well she was relaxing. Right now she was sitting on the edge of her bed with a letter in a tight grip, with wide eyes scanning the letter. For her usual easy expression with minimal reactions is now very, very expressive.

The letter that’s gotten such a reaction reads…

(Dear Starlight,

A Lot has happened over these thousands of years and there's quite a bit I feel I should say. The question is how I put it into words.

For the longest time I’ve had feelings for Shadow Milk and yet- You loved him. Back then I was more than content to let you two be with each other even at my own expense. You two made each so happy and I couldn’t…

I couldn’t bring myself to ruin that. Yet over time something inside me grew- I didn’t realize it right away.

It was only after you were asleep that I realized I was in love with you. I remember silently cursing fate, I remember more than expecting for my own heart to break once again.

Yet in the aftermath of everything, I want to defy that so-called fate I thought of- I want to chance this, I want to so badly.

Starlight I am in love with you, I am so very much in love with you and shadow Milk- more than anything.

Sincerely yours,

Sunny)

As Golden butter nervously twirls a strand of her golden hair, to her side on her bedside table a small mechanical flower can be seen. The flowers petals are various shades of yellow that fade to white tips, the stem is a darker gold-brass that’s cool to the touch. It’s center is a brown metallic button, the most spectacular thing about it though is when it’s in light. For when that happens the white tips of the petals refract the light creating a soft multicolor iridescent light. It seems Arcane is truly after the artists heart.

And it seems Arcane may have seized it, for Golden butter pulls the letter to her chest as if it were one of her precious dolls. A faint blush can be seen on her face as she can’t help but let out a small giddy giggle as she kicks her feet slightly. After a long moment as she collects her emotions she grabs the metal flower, she can now hear a faint melody playing. It’s as soothing as a lullaby, and so Golden puts the flower in her beret. It’s a perfect match!

When she first read the confession she was so sure she saw Arcane as only a close friend, but afterwards she can’t be sure that’s true anymore. For her heart started to beat oh so fast after the simple words “I love you”. After the realization Golden can’t help but giggle slightly, for if she said that to Arcane they would’ve teased “ Damn. Cant believe historians will remember us as the closest of friends~.”

For as quiet as they may be, they are quite lively, witty even. That’s probably one of the reasons why her and Shadow milk got along so well… as yes Shadow milk. They liked Shadow milk, oh god she confessed her feelings about Shadow milk to them. Is that- is that why they seemed slightly off? No wonder, of course they would be slightly different after that! You confessed to not only liking their crush, but you were also one of their crushes.

As Golden butters thoughts continue to run wild at that realization a soft ping could be heard. She sits still for a moment before searching for her communication device, Arcane made one for all of them do they can stay in touch. When she finally finds it another ping rings out, she quickly answers.

“U-um yes? How may I help you-“

“Hey Goldie! Did you happen to say- get a well worded confession from our dear Sunny!” While his voice might hold a lively conviction to it, his actual mood seems to be intense. Maybe slightly irritated?

“Oh yes I did, why are you asking-“

“Great, now I need you to be as plain as possible, mkay? Do you have feelings for Sunny.” He… was being uncharacteristically serious.

“I-… yes. Yes I do… do you?”

“Of course I do, just as much as I love you.” That admittance of feeling makes Golden’s heart beat and stutter. “So…”

“Sooo..?”

“Cmon now Goldie! If we both like them, we like each other, and they like us both why not take a chance!! Or is the doll maker to afraid to loose control, hmm~” for as much as she wanted to snap back at him, he was right in a sense…even if he was being a slight jerk about it. She was always withdrawn allowing herself to drown in her doubt, to never believe and take a chance.

“Yeah… ok I’m willing to give it a try.” She said firmly, resolute in her actions.

“Good~! Now I’m on my way to pick you up because we have a very silly, and I mean silly silly egg to cheer up!”

“Cheer up? Last time I checked they were doing much better. Why did something happen??”

“Not quite my dear, while it is true that she’s gotten better. We both know her, we know how much of a nervous mess they get when dealing with uncertainties. Especially when it’s stuff, or in this case people she cares about. Are we really gonna let our dead Sunny burn themselves out in worry until they fizzle out like a dying star?”

“No, when are you getting here”

“Oh theirs the conviction~ I’ll be three minutes.”

…..

Arcane egg sits quietly within a gazebo near their old facility, their old home. They're currently on the old island port they used to run, it’s now abandoned but she’s thinking of getting it back up and running. So not only can beast yeast have easier access to the world outside, but so she can give trade opportunities to Gingerbrave’s kingdom. Give them a little gift for giving them the opportunity to see their family again, no matter how incidental it might’ve been. They feel a need to pay a debt.

And so for the past week or so they’ve worked on fixing their old… facility, facility is the best way to describe it they think. For it’s a mish mash of multiple types of buildings, such as the green house, the lighthouse, the lab, etc…. Her “keep” might be a better word. Anyways she’s been working on fixing it up since she plans to help run this old port again. But recently they’ve taken a break from that to…. Write their confession letters to Shadow milk and Golden butter.

It’s only been a day since she sent the letters she knows!! But gods above waiting is SO nerve wracking, like she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. And they hate it, they hate this feeling so, so much. God do they feel a little pathetic, wait no! No talking bad about yourself you promised you won’t. Arcane takes a deep breath in, no need to catastrophize everything ok.

They move to the edge of the gazebo with lush tall wild grass all round, with a multitude of wild flowers dotted within. Arcane then plucks a few wild flowers and begins to weave them together into a flower crown. They needed to do something with their hands. And so a few minutes pass with only a gentle breeze to fill the air. Arcane egg than heard something…. Were they foot steps?

“Wait! Shadow milk wait-“ was that Golden butters voice? Wait what-

(THUD)

Arcane egg is suddenly knocked backwards into the grass with a loud thud, they drop the flower crown they were making. “Wha. Who?” Arcane stutters out.

The person pinning her to the ground says “We finally found you~!” Shadow milks sing song voice rings out.

“Huh- Moonie? How did you get here so fast. Weren’t you on Crispia?”

“Tut tut tut, my dear Sunny I’m an accomplished mage! Of course I got here quickly, besides you left the teleportation line open to us!”

“Oh cool…” is all Arcane can say, still very stunned from being tackled so brazenly. Especially since she’s so short.

“Shadow milk, get off her. We have things to discuss.” Golden butter says calmly but firmly, she’s focused on the goal at hand.

“But oh c'mon~ she’s just too cute like this!” Shadow milk presented Arcane like a most prized possession.

“Shadow milk…”

“Fine, fine, no fun.” Shadow milk lets out a small hmph before setting Arcane egg back on the gazebo floor quite gently actually, he then sits right beside her.

“W-why did you tackle me? Did I do something wrong?” Arcane is still a little winded.

“I wouldn’t say you did something wrong Arcane, but we do need to talk.” Golden butter then sits on Arcanes other side.

“…. Is it about the letters..?” Arcane asks nervously, are they upset?

“Hey now! Don’t start spiraling on us now!” He pinches Arcanes cheek, out of affection mostly “We actually accept!”

“HUH!?” Arcanes voice cracks a little “Really?!”

Golden butter gives Arcane a tender look “of course we accept, and even if we didn’t we wouldn’t be cruel about it.”

“Do you think so lowly of us Sunny, oh I’m wounded.”

“NO! Not at all, I just… never got the impression Goldie liked me that way. You either Moonie.”

Shadow milks face softens noticeably “Oh Sunny.” He grabs one of their hands “of course I loved you, even when I let my attention turn from you. From what really matters, I still did it for my family. For you!”

Golden butter than grabs Arcanes other hand “… I know I left you alone for… so long, I made you grieve for such a long time. And for that I’m truly sorry, we both are. Which is also why we won’t let you slip away now.”

(…Sniffle)

The two look at Arcane egg suddenly, was- was she crying?

“Hey hey hey, Sunny-!” Shadow milk begins to wipe away a few tears

“I- I’m sorry, I just… didn’t think you would feel the same way… I was afraid of pushing you away.” Arcanes watery voice breaks her silent crying

“Oh Hun- we would never do that! We care about you too much” Golden butter says while brushing some hair out of Arcanes eyes “…we love you to much to do that.”

This makes them cry more “Guh- I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They quickly wipe away their tears “but if you do feel the same way… do- do you want to go on a date?”

Both of them stare before a deep blush can be seen on each “Of course! Oh this is a dream come true!” Shadow milk claps happily

“I- of course!” Golden butter blurts out

The three begin to discuss what their first date should be, and when beneath a sunset. Arcane doesn’t know how this will end but… she’s hopeful. It’s a nice feeling, and so warm…

She loves them so much.

AUFAIHTAUOHGIGUUSHGJGH THEY'RE ALL SO SILLY I LOVE THEM!!!

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solsticewcrp · 11 months

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[Line by Mod TX, Coloring by @flyhiss]

Tension is rising on Mt. Solstice….

"I see that faces new and faces old gather on this branch tonight to hear this song, for your ears alone my thanks are endless. Lambsong is what I answer to just one of the many that guard our nest and nestlings under the title of Monarch. Beside me is Rainsoot, my Woodpecker, a warrior however tonight I shall be singing alone as per her request.

My seasons are not as plentiful as the one who calls himself our leader, yet I have watched and seen enough to know what poison he put into the air, destroying all that's in its path. Lies and a talons ready to hurt those that may lay in the path of the sick designs. I freed myself from something akin to what we face now in the past, what followed was my dedication to BlizzardClan, I took the oath of a monarch, to defend the nursery and the young of BlizzardClan. Young who I believed are threatened now.

Our young are made to despise other cats for no reason at all, encouraged to chant words of hate and malice to those who have never lifted a paw to them, taught such twisted ideal of what makes us who we are, that only what comes from within is what matters, that where you were born is the only thing that makes a cat great or not. There blood has spilled for him before and it will again and again for as much as he claims that is all he wants to see.

Only cats that bow without question are given that love he claims for us while the rest are bound and treated more like his captives ripping away our rights as beings that breath the same air as him! Claiming that keeping us tangled in brambles that stab into our skin is an act of love! A love that is conditional, a love that is bound by blood not actions, a love that is poison and rots at the very heart of this clan. For now even if it is his own belief does he judge and steal, taking from out nest like the parasitic Cuckoo and Cowbirds replacing what once lay there with something of his own horrid design. Some of our flock even being forgotten, the unseen of the clan numbering many more than he will ever say.

The red moon has rose again now that the red sun has set, repeating mistakes that doomed the past to this very hell we wake in now. It has shone upon me and made me an adversary before I had the chance to select what I may sing, so in my one act of giving what he desires an adversary I shall be. For the fledglings who now sing how outsiders and BloomClan have blood filled with piss even as they are torn open from the inside, for the ones I see trampled over in daily life, not included in that love he claims is endless, for those who cannot speak before being deemed enemies, for those who are seen being hurt yet nothing is ever done.

A solo may be what I sing now, but I need all of you to sing! Sing like we are known for! Like we haven't for all these moons under the new red moon! Let out the hurt and pain this has caused you, your struggles against the brambles that bind you! Let your voices be heard to the courts above! Our blood is the same as any other cat, our worth the same! I am of you as you are of me!

Fight for those that cannot! For your born right as a cat! For our culture, our songs and dances to happen once more, to show we are more than brutish talons without emotion! For the fact that no life is worth more than another!

Fight to make BlizzardClan a home again! A home for all that choose the mountains!

Come, birds new and old sing together now! BlizzardClan will be a home!"

BlizzardClan and BloomClan have witnessed an era of relative peace, though some among their number are less eager to let the past go and allow bygones to be bygones. Dovemoon, BlizzardClan's leader, is one of these cats. Though he has reigned as BlizzardClan's leader for a long time, a darkness brews within him that threatens to spill out and swallow not just BlizzardClan, but the whole mountain in his hate, deceit and anger.

In recent seasons, Dovemoon's paranoia has begun to reach a fever pitch, and has started overstepping his bounds as leader into the personal lives of his Clanmates to try and retain control. After the avalanche that claimed the lives of clanmates, Dovemoon declared that all clan members cannot leave camp alone, and must be accompanied by another capable member of the Clan. Secondly, he has decreed that monarchs may not leave camp at all after an incident involving Lambsong in which fae followed that recently made rule along side Rainsoot, a cat seemingly forgotten by BlizzardClan. Dovemoon cites safety for these new laws, though many are starting to question their leader.

Those who disobey Dovemoon's laws are increasingly finding pressure upon their shoulders. Dovemoon's inner circle watches from every angle, claws itching to dig into those they vowed to protect at the first sign of heresy against their acting God.

Lambsong and Rainsoot invite you to take back your home from the claws of Dovemoon, to bring a true sense of love and joy to the clan. Even if cats that stand with Lambsong and Rainsoot are on the winning side, loss is expected and their fate remains in your paws.

APPLICATIONS OPEN FROM JUNE 14TH TO JUNE 28TH

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callsign-blue · 2 years

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Also, I literally cannot shut up about the blacks episode, which is the season final.

Seeing Rhaenys and her dragon flying to Dragonstone, informing Rhaenyra of usurpation and the lack of information upon her father’s death.

It seems like in the preview for the next episode towards the end, Daemon was singing a song or melody to another dragon that is not Caraxes nor Syrax. It seemed bigger than two, let me just say I’m excited to see it I gasp when I saw the head of the dragon. Because it seems like the dragon he was singing to was more rough, cut, and defined features to where it wasn’t old, but it wasn’t so young that it wasn’t in adolescence.

I’m also very happy to see Rhaenys more in action, then in words, because her dragon is known as the Red Queen. We Will be putting respect to both their names. It’s also interesting, knowing that she bonded with the Red Queen and she was the Queen that never was. Kinda ironic in a funny not cynical way.

When they were around the Painted Table, when Jacaerys volunteered to go, I was like “don’t do it, do not do it” “ why did you offer? Why? Why!” in my head because we know what happens to her three kids sired from Ser Harwin strong, made him and his luscious locks rest in peace.

I read somewhere that this episode was very much about the greens and the next was about the blacks and whoever said that was so right.

It felt so anti-climactic at the same time while watching it in the beginning but towards the end, obviously we saw what happened with Rhaeyns and her dragon. But I wasn’t told differently. Are we about to see all 17 different dragons at once or are we going to see them throughout each season or leading up to the Dance of the Dragon? Or is each season, obviously, going in chronological order leading up to a different conflict leading to into the dance of the dragons?

When listening to that little extra stuff, at the end of the episode this week you can see obviously in the episodes that Aegon truly doesn’t want the position but he’s doing it anyway. While Aemon truly, does possess the desire and logistics. I guess you could say of wanting the crown but unfortunately, he cannot due to not being the first born.

But I do ultimately like seeing how their characters develop, because as I said in the post before this. Aegon truly does express his emotions and doesn’t keep them inside, but he does it in such an unhealthy manner. He gets reprimanded anyway, while Aemon on the outside is very collected, logistic, but in the inside he’s very much shows his displeasure, and he keeps his emotions in. It was back in the episode called “Driftmark”, i think, while Aegon is disgusted and disappointed to be have wedded to his sister Helaena, while Aemon really did what he needed to do for his duty and since then, he has genuinely cares about her and longs for her and yet he can’t do anything about it.

It’s also interesting to see the difference between the two brothers, Aegon and Aemon and compare them to Viserys and Daemon. Even though comparing them is unfair, but just bear with me here. Daemon it looked out for his brother’s best interest. And yes he did what he wanted a lot of the time, even though he was reprimanded a lot for his actions he also did love his brother very much, and would do anything for him, and did what was in the best interest for him while Aemon is very jealous of Aegon. We’ve noticed it since the driftmark episode and he wants what Aegon has, Helaena, power and not to be thought of as a the lesser. He also has a better physique and more of the mental game one should be able to play on others than Aegon. While Aemon has these qualities Aegon does not. Aegon holds the responsibility of being the first male air, and also the responsibilities of what is threated upon him with no consideration of his feelings because it’s his “birthright”. Also, he’s not very well having the same for seat and mentality as his younger brother.

Because when I saw Jacaerys volunteer to go somewhere I was like isn’t it a little too early for you to die? But then again, I don’t know.

If you know something about how the show is going to be keeping the chronological order of things, and how it leads up to the Dance of the Dragon, please comment politely , because I heard that they are going to keep it in order and having each season be a “conflict” leading up to the Dance, obviously I could be wrong. I can also read the book, which i purchased a few days ago and read that. But obviously TV shows and how they do things are different from the box and how they’re doing it.

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i made this post and my brain wouldn't let me stop thinking about the potential aftermath of dazai dying so here's a minific. major character death warning.

read on ao3 here

dazai dies. kunikida and chuuya talk about it, sort of.

Kunikida visits his grave. It wasn't planned. He was supposed to go to the store, was supposed to drop off some paperwork to Yosano, was supposed to make a couple of phone calls. Supposed to do about a dozen other things instead of this. They're all penned neatly in his diary, his strict schedule that he detests deviating from. Nowhere on that list is written visit the grave of your dead partner. And yet, here he is.

"Of course," he says humorlessly, though he knows that if Dazai were here he'd be laughing hysterically at the situation, "even now you're still able to ruin my schedule."

The ghost of Dazai's laugh echoes in his ears, in the back of his head. Kunikida has an urge to turn around. He has the illogical and most absurd idea that if he does, he will see Dazai standing there, with that coat of his flapping wildly in the wind and a wide grin stretching across his face. Gotcha! the Dazai in Kunikida's imagination says. Wow, I really had you going, huh. Did you cry for me, Kunikida-kun? And here his voice would drag itself out, over the syllables of Kunikida's name, sing-songing and entirely insufferable. I bet you cried. You did, didn't you? It'd be just like him to do that, wouldn't it? To put Kunikida and everyone else through an absolute wringer, make them set up a funeral and buy a box to bury him in and then pop up again out of the blue as if nothing at all had happened. He's done stuff like that before. Dazai had been rather fond of faking his death, and he was remarkably good at it too. No reason he can't do it again.

Only there is, Kunikida knows, a reason he can't. Knows that Dazai's heart stopped and would not start again no matter how many times Kunikida pressed his hands down onto his chest to try to force that uncooperative organ of his to beat again. Knows that Dazai stubbornly ignored Kunikida's cursing and threats and desperate mutters of I'll kill you if you die, you bandage-wasting bastard. He knows he's dead, because he saw his glassy eyes and felt the warmth leave his body. He knows it, because he saw him resting in a coffin, looking for all the world like he was only sleeping.

Dazai, in death, looked very young. That was the only thing Kunikida had really thought as he'd looked at him there, feeling as though he'd received a novocain injection to his very soul, numb and distant and peculiarly devoid of feeling as he'd stared at the face of his partner.

"Ah," Dazai had said before he'd collapsed, voice rattling and so very faint. "I suppose I'm dying. Isn't that funny, Kunikida?" Stupid last words to have. He had looked at Kunikida with big eyes and a strange smile and an expression full of an emotion that Kunikida could not understand, and then he'd been gone and that was that.

He had not shared what he found so funny about it before he went, and Kunikida had failed entirely to see the humor in the situation. He failed to see it at his funeral and he fails again to see it.

He sits there. He says nothing. He has nothing to say. He has a lot to say, but he cannot make himself say any of it. he wants to curse Dazai, but he hasn't got the energy. He hasn't cried. He's not sure why. Maybe he's still living in stubborn denial, waiting for Dazai to barge back into his life and inconvenience him in every way possible. There's no point in waiting but he thinks he'll be stuck waiting for him for a long time yet.

He's been sitting there in silence for some twenty-odd minutes when he hears footsteps behind him. Again, he wants to think that it is Dazai but Dazai never walked so heavily. He was light always, virtually soundless. He was atrociously good at sneaking up at Kunikida.

"Oh," he hears Nakahara Chuuya say. "You."

"Ah," Kunikida replies stiffly without looking back at him. "It's you." He has not exchanged many words with Chuuya before and knows of him mainly through reputation. He does, however, know of his history with Dazai, at least vaguely. Dazai himself never really spoke of it. He was fond of complaining about Chuuya whenever his name happened to be mentioned, but Kunikida cannot recall a single time where Dazai brought up the topic of his former partner himself. Not that that says much.

Dazai so rarely spoke about things that really mattered to him.

Chuuya walks past him, going up to the headstone with Dazai's name inscribed on it. He looks down at it and then turns slowly to face Kunikida.

"Yeah," he looks at him as though he's sizing kunikida up. "Me." They'd held a funeral. Kunikida sent an invitation to Chuuya himself, aware of the history they'd had and figuring it'd only be polite. Akutagawa had been there, a silent shadow with a pale face twisted with a grief he hadn't seemed to know how to express. but Nakahara Chuuya had been conspicuously absent from the funeral of his former partner. He'd sent flowers though, a lavish bouquet with a card attached that had read, in neat calligraphic hand: Good fucking riddance.

Kunikida had removed the card before giving the flowers to Kenji to put by the casket. Figured it might upset the others. He supposed it upset him, but it didn't really. Later that night when he was undressing for bed he'd found the card again in his pocket and he'd turned it over in his hands and he'd thought Good fucking riddance indeed. It had been the closest he had come to crying since Dazai died, the closest thing to an acknowledgement he had had to the gaping void of grief inside of his chest. He thinks perhaps that Chuuya had felt that same void when he'd written those words. He and Nakahara Chuuya have nothing in common, save for the enormous amount of space that Dazai Osamu had taken up in their lives. If anyone were to understand, he supposes it would be him.

"He called it funny," Kunikida hears himself say before he can stop himself. He doesn't know why he's saying it. He does not particularly want to talk to Chuuya, and yet he feels oddly compelled. "Right before he died. He said it was funny that he was dying."

"Funny," Chuuya echoes flatly. He sits down on top of the grave, and then suddenly brings his fist against the top of it. It is a motion Kunikida is well familiar with, having done much the same thing many times to Dazai when he got too annoying. It is all too easy to imagine Dazai's head in place of his headstone, and even easier to imagine the exaggerated whining protests Dazai would make in response. "Stupid bastard," Chuuya says in the same flat tone. "With a shit sense of humor."

"Yes," Kunikida's throat feels dry. His chest is tight. His schedule is a mess. The sun is too bright and it hurts his eyes. The trees do not provide adequate shade. "Yes, his humor has always left much to be desired. I don't understand what could possibly have been so funny to him."

"You don't?" Chuuya asks, rather sharply. His eyes are pinpoints of blue under the shaded brim of his hat, his mouth drawn into a tight line. Kunikida's chest grows tighter still.

"You do?"

Chuuya looks away at that, as though he's uncomfortable. His shoulders go up and down in an abortive shrugging motion.

"I can guess," he replies vaguely, lips twisting. "Dazai loves irony." Kunikida does not remark on the present tense of that statement. He's quiet for a moment, and then adds, “It was ironic, isn’t it?”

Kunikida does not, at first, understand, and then all of a sudden he does.

Oh, Kunikida says, although no sound comes out, so his lips just silently shape the word. He feels ill. He shouldn't have skipped breakfast. Perhaps it was good he skipped breakfast. Chuuya, rather pointedly, does not make eye contact with Kunikida, even as Kunikida searches his face and tries to catch his gaze. Chuuya's expression is tight, a muscle working in his jaw as he presses his gloved thumb over the ridges of Dazai's tombstone as though he were trying to clean an invisible smudge off it.

"You mean," Kunikida says, "that he didn't want to die."

"Dunno." Chuuya retorts tersely. "But he got what he always said he wanted. So it'd be funny, wouldn’t it, if he didn’t want it anymore. Real fucking comedic.” He laughs. There's no humor in it. It's a dreadful sound. "Sounds like something he'd find funny, isn't it?"

Funny.

“How like Dazai,” Kunikida’s voice is thick. “He was ever the contrarian.”

Chuuya jumps to his feet suddenly. His shoes make a loud thump against the grass.

"I'm getting out of here," he says abruptly, and then makes a jerking motion with his hand. "Come on.”

"Excuse me?" Kunikida asks, taken aback.

"Figure it's as good an occasion as any for a drink," Chuuya tells him, with a forced air of nonchalance. "And I'll bet you could use a drink as much as me. I've got a bottle of wine I've been waiting to open. Now is as a good as time as any."

"What kind?" Kunikida asks as he stands up. He ought to have some reservations about daydrinking over Dazai with a member of the Port Mafia, he supposes, but he finds he rather doesn't care. He really could use a drink. Chuuya starts walking away.

"Petrus," he says without looking back. "1989."

#bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #kunikida doppo #wow i missed writing fic for bsd..........#i feel like there's a chance i will post this and then come back in like 2 hours and think it sucks #but too bad i'm posting it #fic tag

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