#₊˚ ★꒰ the sun and the stars
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𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖜 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚
this is a sequel! read the first part here.
content. f!reader. anxiety, child abuse, childhood trauma, grief/mourning, grounding techniques, implied/referenced sexual assault (not to the reader), loss of parent(s), misogyny, panic attacks, protective fyodor, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied/referenced vomiting. not proofread. 10k+ words.
author's note. this will likely be posted around episode six's release (praying for my meursault frames, please bones). this will also be my last post before i move to college! i won't be posting for at least a week, unless i make some queued content. so see you guys soon, and enjoy this sequel (and wish me luck)!
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𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 /ˈgrēf / ━━━ the anguish experienced after significant loss, usually the death of a beloved person (American Psychological Association).
synopsis. for many, grief can last a lifetime. (name) has been in a fluctuating state of mourning for her entire life, lamenting the loss of a life that she never was able to cherish. and after years of suppressing emotions and turmoil, it's time to finally face it head-on.
Headquarters was buried deep underground, a system of stone and concrete halls crisscrossed and hid the mysteries behind the organization far under the Earth’s surface—so far down that most of the lackeys never scaled the entire base. They traversed the corridors, fulfilling their duties with a sense of unease, aware that a single misstep could end with them becoming one of those hidden secrets. A particular few, considered the strongest and smartest of the Rats, were huddled together for a meeting in a small room to discuss their next mission. And at the head of the table was not the overlooming presence of their leader, Fyodor Dostoevsky, but of his right-hand, (Name) Yeliseyeva.
This wasn’t a common set-up for their meetings, which was made more evident by the chair that stood empty at (Name)’s side. She fiddled with the cracking leather of Fyodor’s swivel chair, humming as she tuned out her subordinates. Fyodor had placed her in charge of his usual tasks while he was away with a mission regarding the Decay of Angels, and as such, she led their meetings in his sted. It wasn’t a difficult task—there was much harder work she had to complete that didn’t require her taking on that leadership role—and she rather enjoyed the tempered atmosphere. Fyodor’s intimidating presence often left the others mute and shaken, so it was a pleasant change to hear some of them laughing amongst themselves, even if she wasn’t particularly close to any of them.
Some of them had moved on from discussing the laborious tasks they were assigned, instead focusing on optimal strategies for their next mission—so she decided to tune back in. While she was well aware that Fyodor would have the final say on these decisions, she knew it also didn’t hurt to listen to their suggestions in case someone struck gold.
“Oh, please. You wouldn’t be able to pull that one off without me. I should be the person leading that mission,” an abrasive voice bellowed from the opposite end of the table, cutting straight through another conversation. “Wouldn’t you agree, (Name)?”
“God damn it,” she thought, internally groaning.
This delightful character was a man only known to others as Solovev, and he had to be one of her least favorite subordinates. While she had a plethora of ones she disliked, he hit the top of her list—and the sole reason he was included in the meeting was because of his ability, which increased his strength tenfold. Otherwise, with an insultingly low intelligence like his, he wouldn’t even be involved with the organization.
(Name) was aware that Fyodor often hired cruel and selfish people to become subordinates—they were the most gullible people in their joint opinion and also the ones that truly deserved to be manipulated—but that didn’t mean she enjoyed the process of interacting with them. And it didn’t help that this man, unlike most subordinates, was very vocal about his disdain for her position—though he kept those thoughts to himself whenever Fyodor was here. However, when he wasn’t, Solovev made it his personal mission to one-up her with every chance he had. His insults and snide remarks had never worked, regardless, because, in his pride, his goal to annoy her became obvious.
“Hey, Kuznetsov!” he called across the table, trying to grab the attention of a subordinate who only huffed at him in response. There was a dark gleam in his eyes, which put every nerve of (Name)’s body on edge. “You remember that last lady we dealt with on that mission to the outskirts of Suribachi City, right? Remember what I did to her? What a beauty!”
But sometimes, there were moments when he successfully got under her skin.
With a barrage of lewd hand gestures, he explained in grotesque detail how he made the last moments of this woman’s life both miserable and humiliating. Each description made (Name) nauseous, simultaneously empathetic, and disgusted by the graphic nature of the encounter. Opposing organizations of the Rats often declared that they didn’t have morals, but she knew that wasn’t true—it was disgusting pigs like Solovev that were the real monsters. Neither she nor Fyodor liked the suffering of others unless they deserved it, only finding ironic enjoyment in the pain, but people like Solovev just enjoyed taking advantage of the weak. They revel in power, driven by lust and greed, as they take whatever they want.
But (Name) and Fyodor knew what it was like to suffer. To be taken advantage of.
Bang!
She froze as a fist slammed against the table, shaking the contents on top of it and startling everyone else. It began to splinter, and the subordinates scrambled to clean the messes of coffee and crumbled papers, but (Name) could only stare at Solovev’s hand.
"Ты маленькая сучка! Ты должен был сгореть вместе с ней!"
Her hands trembled as she hunched over in her seat, shielding her grim expression as she attempted to shuffle through her thoughts and memories rationally. She closed her eyes, breathing slowly as she fought back the instinctual tears that begged to surface. And with a vengeance, she shot a glare at Solovev, who sat self-satisfied in his chair. “This meeting is adjourned. You have your assignments for the next mission, and there will be no alterations. If you are caught doing anything less or more than you are supposed to, you will be dealt with. Understand?”
Solovev only gave her a mocking smirk. “Ah, sorry, (Name). I do tend to get a bit carried away with the details. I’ll make sure to keep those stories from reaching your delicate ears.”
She practically rattled in her chair, striking him with a look that could kill. Without thinking, she stormed over to his seat, grabbing the now-startled man by the collar. “The next time you open your mouth to speak to me that way, I’ll castrate you and shove your dilapidated cock down your throat! It shouldn’t be hard for you to swallow. Now out.”
He snarled with rage at the insult, especially since it came from a woman, but he somehow managed to maintain his temper as he took a cursory glance around at his co-workers. The misogynistic prick may not have been intimidated by her, but he knew with the tension in the room, it would be better to swallow his pride—because none of them were stupid enough to forget one thing. Most of the subordinates were not loyal to Fyodor in the slightest—other than brainwashed ones like Goncharov—but none of them would stand by if someone, even one of their own, tried to hurt (Name). The last thing any of them wanted was to piss off their boss by being bystanders in an assault, regardless of (Name)’s capability to defend herself. Solovev eyeballed the others as they ascended from their seats, each examining his next moves.
The chauvinist huffed, slamming his chair into the table before stomping out the door. The other subordinates soon followed suit, though some glanced back apprehensively at their superior. And then she was left entirely alone. She thought that the tension in her body would leave after Solovev was gone, that the room would stop spinning and she would stop sweating so much, but—
“Вам повезло видеть солнце каждое утро!”
She couldn’t help the way her body lurched, running into the adjacent bathroom to pour her guts out. Each limb shook beneath her, throaty sobs escaping her throat between heaves as her mind continued to spiral. Everything was too hot, but her skin was cool to the touch. She was dizzy, and her head hurt, and she was sweaty, and—someone lifted her hair from her face.
Shit.
There was almost no one that she wanted to see in that state, neither Fyodor nor one of her subordinates. However, the hands that caressed her back, so comfortable with touching her, alluded that it definitely was not a member of the Rats. For a moment, she wished she could think clearly again, but a cheerful voice broke through her haze of self-pity.
“My, my!” Nikolai exclaimed. If she wasn’t preoccupied, she would’ve found more humor in his enthusiasm. She had indeed gotten lucky—the jester was strangely the best person she could’ve asked for. “Seems I’ve arrived just in time.”
She leaned back against the bathroom wall, panting as she looked at Nikolai through tear-stained lashes. “Hey, Коля. Sorry for my current appearance.”
“No problem at all, dear!” He smiled brightly, squatting down on his knees to face her eye-to-eye. “Your beloved Nikolai is here to rescue you from your bout of tummy troubles.”
She smiled at the scatterbrained musings of the jester, watching him rant and rave over a variety of barely related topics before he zeroed back in on her.
“Hmm, did you have something bad for lunch? Something icky? Or maybe…” he trailed off, eyeing her with an owlish expression as he leaned in very close to her stomach. She bent her neck awkwardly to look at him with a raised brow, watching him analyze her abdomen before his grin widened. “…perhaps you’re carrying an adoring little addition to this world. Dostoy would be so pleased!”
It took her a beat to realize what he was implying, eyes bugging out as she quickly retorted to him with a shout. “I-I’m not pregnant!”
“Awwww, that’s so sad,” Nikolai pouted. “And here I was, excited to be an uncle.”
He giggled, covering his winding smirk with a gloved hand. “I can already just imagine Dostoy as a father.”
(Name) paused, stilling her racing thoughts as she rushed to erase the hundreds of images from her mind. Nikolai chortled at her rapidly shifting irises but spared her the embarrassment of commenting on her obviousness. She groaned, sullen, as she massaged the bridge of her nose.
“What are you doing here, anyway?”
He halted, the gears in his mind turning, before shuffling through his overcoat, cheering with an aha as he found the object he was searching for. He flicked his wrist, and a small knife settled in his gloved hand, which was decorated with puffy stickers and colorful doodles. “I wanted to drop off a little present.
He tossed it into her hand. “I know you ‘lost’ your last one.”
"Thanks, Коля." The stickers forged a pattern of grooves that made it easier to hold onto, and she couldn't help the puff of laughter that slipped between her lips at the bizarre phrases written across doodles. She could even spot badly drawn versions of herself in there, along with Fyodor, Sigma, and the white-haired jester himself. It rolled around through her fingers, rocking in a repetitive motion that soothed her mind into a fog, resurfacing those same thoughts from before—
"Look what I can do!" Nikolai had snatched the knife out of her hands, launching it bottom-side up into the air before fanning out his overcoat to swallow it during descent. (Name) tilted her head, searching the room to find where it would reappear.
You could never know with Nikolai.
“Fucking hell!” a familiar, muffled voice screamed from down the hall. “There’s a knife in my ass!”
She gaped in disbelief, then practically threw herself onto the floor in hysterics. Tears rushed down her cheeks as she hollered, savoring the distraction from her disturbing reminiscence as she relished in the chorus of yells and guffaws echoing from outside the bathroom. Nikolai analyzed her with a slight frown; his face contorted in contemplation.
"Do I need to tell Dostoy to give you some time off?" he pouted, his bottom lip quivering in a dramatic, sorrowful facade. "Perhaps we could go diving off the Tojinbo Cliffs—or even better! Free falling!"
"I'll be fine." She quickly brushed him off, and for just a moment—and a moment was all he needed—he saw a shift in her face, a dread that hadn't been there before. "I must have some kind of stomach bug."
A trace of desperation appeared in the creases of her face. "Could you not tell Fyodor about this? I don't want him to be concerned with anything while he's on a mission."
"Sure! Pinky promise." He lifted her up by the arm, lips curling into a soft smile as he wrapped his finger around hers with a tap, holding it tight for a second. And then it was back to his usual antics, starting a discussion about his latest adventures as he escorted her out the door—his fingers crossed behind his back.
(Name) was ensconced in her office chair, thrumming her fingers against the desk's surface as she stared at the clock. In truth, she could've done anything else with her time. She had already wrapped up her weekly responsibilities, having completed them with proficiency due to their repetitive nature; however, it seemed that the lag of the week had taken a toll on her cheerless mind.
“Никогда не повышай на меня тон!”
She would do anything to distance herself from the persistent flood of memories that threatened to break down the mental dam she spent years constructing—even her paperwork. And a familiar date on the calendar loomed ahead, gawking at her with an irritating tenacity. She could never find the strength to celebrate it, despite her wishes to do so, only acknowledging it with brief, melancholic glimpses into the past.
So instead, she preoccupied herself with sorting through every nook and cranny of her office—not a corner went untouched. The room was usually what she had lovingly referred to as an "organized mess," where everything was cluttered but had a place in her mind. But her nerves forced her to be on her feet, shuffling around as she planned where to move this-and-that. She mostly found herself organizing her bookshelves over and over and over again—by book color, book height, author's last name, author's first name, book title, etc. It was during the sixth instant of taking the books off that she started to realize she was going mad, but there was nothing she could do, so she continued with her arrangements.
And she just knew that her appearance looked as awful as her mind, hair jostled like a bird's nest, and deep bags formed underneath her eyes. She hadn't slept more than three hours in the past week, her brain haunted by memories every evening. Each time she shut her eyes, even for a momentary reprieve, she found herself shrunken in a familiar study, the stench of cigars burning her nostrils.
She shivered, ceaselessly sorting through the books for the seventh time, her eyes unable to leave the cover of a familiar poetry anthology—her mother's. It was likely something her mother was gifted before she had started to work at the Yeliseyev manor. Most of the staff she was raised around had only one prized possession to their person—mostly clothing or photographs, but her mother had been an outlier with her book. An “outlier” was the term that was always associated with her mother, and it seemed with her absence, she had passed the title onto (Name). She often wondered if they were truly alike—many maids and servants told her so. But she knew that she would never truly know. The dead cannot speak.
But instead of skimming the book, her expression alight at the enchantment of a romanticized world, she found herself unable to bear the sight of it any longer. It had become too much of a reminder, outlining the canyon that loss had created in her heart—but perhaps it was not her loss to grieve. Her mother had to have had a family, at least at some point. Family was a concept that (Name) had never understood, and she believed she never would. She only had a few infantile glances at the kindhearted young woman. God, she was so young—(Name) knew she had to be older than her now. The gentle thrum of her voice still remained like ringing bells in the forefront of her mind, making her eyes water with each sweet syllable.
Knock. Knock.
The door to her office, which had rusted with time and moisture, creaked open. (Name) wiped her eyes, continuing to arrange the book in her arms as she didn't bother to turn around. It was probably one of her subordinates wanting her opinion or interference in a situation, so they could wait.
"I'll be one moment," she called with a dismissive hand, waving the person away. Their expression cocked in mirth, the patter of boot-clad footsteps and the swish of a thick coat accompanying their path as they slinked in behind her.
“Мышь.”
She stopped, her body unable to move or comprehend the word—more specifically, the speaker. It couldn't be him. He never gave her incorrect dates. His mission was supposed to last for another two days. She turned, not able to hide her surprise. “Федечка…”
Fyodor was already able to detect several abnormalities the moment he passed the door's threshold, alarms pealing inside his head as he took an inquisitory scan of the room. First, (Name) wasn't playing music—she hated the silence and constantly had something on in the background; said it helped her concentrate. Second, she didn't look happy to see him, which didn't help appease his unease. Her tone wasn't mad or irritated in the slightest, but he could see how lethargic her body had become since he last saw her. She was always elated whenever he returned, and this was the only time he had ever returned early. It made him wonder if she had hid this appearance from him every time he left.
However, the most conspicuous distinction that had set him on edge was, ironically, her organizing. He understood, better than anyone, that she hardly ever organized—he had even suggested it on numerous occasions, but he wasn't too bothered as long as her mess didn't spread to his space—let alone sort through everything within a seven-foot radius. It truly miffed him; he never thought that he would be befuddled by a collection of color-coordinated paperwork and alphabetically assorted books, but here he stood. And it had only cemented the corners Nikolai had surreptitiously brought up in their earlier conversation.
He had been in the midst of perusing through an agglomeration of reports from missions that pertained to a certain agency in the DOA's meeting room, which was established inside the Sky Casino. It had made it easier to communicate with each other while simultaneously allowing the members to keep an eye on the ever-so-antsy Sigma.
"Hey, Dostoy!" a shrill voice yelled from behind the door, practically busting it down with an impressive strike of the foot. It wobbled wearily, indented from the jester's previous assaults. He started on a tangent, ranging from his breakfast to the strange looks he had received from strangers on the street. Fyodor entertained him for a moment but knew that he needed to finish these reports if he didn't want their plans to be postponed, so he partially blocked the jester out.
He only tuned back in when his ears picked up one line about a particular person. "…and I was wondering if I could take (Name) out on a spa day."
Fyodor glanced up from his screen for a moment, raising a brow. "A spa day?" Then he huffed. "She wouldn't like that. Take her on a picnic instead."
He returned his eyes to the unremarkable words on his screen, accustomed to Nikolai's random suggestions. The jester seemed to enjoy spending time with his vice commander whenever he became disinterested in him or Sigma, and while he preferred that Nikolai occupied himself and stop distracting (Name) from her tasks, he wasn't especially bothered by their friendship. He had picked up on one oddity in Nikolai's behavior, though—he never asked Fyodor for permission to take (Name) places.
"I thought a spa day would be nice," Nikolai pouted, though he soon grinned at the morsel of fondness laced in Fyodor's silvery tone, concurrently realizing that he had grabbed his attention through his unusual suggestion. "You know, since she has become so busy with work."
The echoes of typing ceased.
"Yeliseyeva is competent. There is no reason for her to be overwhelmed," Fyodor declared with a thin layer of conviction, but he could easily see that this conversation had turned into a game — tug-of-war with bits of information, and he was on the losing side. It had become obvious that Nikolai had a camouflaged motive behind his implications, but he didn't know what. And he didn’t like it.
Nikolai sighed. "How else would you explain her frazzled appearance?" Fyodor had entirely halted his attention to his work, his thumb finding a place worn between his teeth as he found himself grasping for the answer. He hadn't assigned her much clerical paperwork, intentionally unburdening her obligations in preparation for her temporary leadership role at the base of operations. And it was not as if he hadn't left her in charge before; however, if a situation arose while he was absent, and she refrained from reporting it because of her distaste of internal turmoil, then he knew that he would have to be the one to step in.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers before he slammed the computer shut. Nikolai nodded at him as Fyodor strode towards the door, a calculated expression on the white-haired man's face.
"I will take care of it." And the door flung shut behind him. Nikolai slumped back in his chair, limp as a noodle as a self-congratulatory smirk unfurled on his lips, staring into the clouds that drifted into the floating building. "To be two birds in love, hmmm."
Fyodor was thankful that he had departed from the casino early — he feared that if he had remained away on that mission for much longer, he would've found nothing of her former self left. Throughout the years, he had seen small sprouts of this behavior on occasion. Mannerisms rooted in a past he didn't dare to explore, unease leading to over-correcting and excessive diligence — but it had never been so bad. Anxiety radiated off her tense body in waves.
The illogical, irrational side of him—one that he had long boxed away like a memoir of the past—pushed him to question her directly, to find the source of her pain as fast as possible, but his mind won over his heart. He knew that interrogating her would only drive her away, so he settled with following the conversation like normal.
He smiled tenderly. "It seems that I've returned early."
Her stupefied expression vanished, replaced with shaken lips as she attempted to hide the results of her breakdown with nimble fingers tapping against the books. "It seems that you have. How was the mission?"
"It went perfectly," he proclaimed, tone filled with humility despite the way he held his head high. Her eyes creased, ever-so enthralled in his antics—he could be so childish whenever it was just the two of them. "Everything is prepared for the next phase of the plan."
He smirked, slipping off his ushanka and setting it on a hook near the door. "However, that next step will not happen for another week." Her eyes sparkled at the underlying message, knowing breaks for either of them were both scarce and fleeting. "If you would allow it, I'd like to take a read of your collection. I've skimmed mine cover to cover multiple times, and I know you have excellent taste."
She stood to the side, allowing him to view her half-organized shelf while her hands caressed the spines with care. "Feel free." A puff of laughter escaped her lips, and she turned on her heels with a playful glint in her eyes. "Perhaps I'll borrow some of yours, too—if you'll allow it."
He chuckled, a shiver trailing her spine at his low tone. “Of course, любимая.”
His hand hovered over hers—
“Ты дышишь только потому, что я позволяю тебе это делать!”
She pulled in a tense breath, a horrid shudder making her hands tremble as she recoiled. His cool fingers contrasted with singed skin, the unexpected intensity sending her stomach into a tizzy. Fyodor removed his hand; his brows knitted as he allowed her a moment to collect herself.
"Is everything okay, любимая?"
She nodded her head, frozen in a perplexed scramble of thoughts, before she whipped back around to the shelf. He didn't need to know the reason she had become so frightened—his hand had come so close to it, too close. It burned, etched into her skin, and throbbed whenever she thought about it too much. She couldn't let anything, anyone touch it—she pulled at her sleeves.
"No, no. It's nothing."
Her eyes scrutinized the shelf, grabbing a couple of the books. "Take these." She shoved them into his arms but trembled once her fingers made contact with his skin. "I'll come find you after I place these other ones back."
He peered between her and the books that had been thrust into his arms, an atypical dumbstruck expression on his face before he snapped out of his stupor. "Have you received that vinyl yet?"
She halted, having already started to reorganize the books for the eighth time, and stared at him. It took her a moment to even process his question, scanning the room as she jumbled to remember what exactly he was referring to.
"The one you ordered from Italy?" he pressed, tone strained.
A vague memory came to mind. "Oh." She had received it a couple of days before but had lacked any motivation to listen to it. It had bugged her a lot since she had been awaiting its arrival for months—but she knew there would be plenty of time to play it later. The vinyl had remained in its sleeve, collecting dust as it leaned haphazardly against her bedstand. "That one. Yes, I have."
He shook his head, a crinkle in his eyes as he placed the books back down on her desk. "I'm assuming from your expression you haven't listened to it, no?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well, then." He strode toward the door, pushing it open as he turned his head to make eye contact with her. "Let's go."
She cocked her head, pursing her lips. "Go where?"
He raised a brow, a strange level of impatient desperation in his tone. "To listen to it, dear."
She stood still before rapidly gesturing to the cluttered shelves. "But my books—!"
"Will be there when we return," he interrupted, silencing her poor excuses with a lift of his hand. With a turn on his heel, he sauntered down the hall like a soldier on a mission. "Come along."
"Wait! Федя, I—damn it!" she grumbled, rushing after him.
Her bedroom had been located in a farther corner of the organization's base, both close enough to the center to keep her in the loop but far enough away to settle herself from the rest of the subordinates. And she loved her room—it was spacious and decorated to the brim with memorabilia and knick-knacks. However, she found herself flustered the moment Fyodor opened the door. It was a mess—her covers were unmade, her clothes were scattered across furniture and piled high in drawers, and her books were either knocked over or stacked tall on the floor. She quickly kicked a stray bra underneath her bed when he wasn't looking.
Fyodor made his way to the record player, a smirk on his lips, and he pretended not to watch her frantically trying to hide her clutter—that was the (Name) he was familiar with. His hand scraped across the player's plastic top, a fond glint in his eye. He had given it to her as a present when they left Moscow, wrapped in the finest bow he could afford at the time. Her eyes had shone with delight, and she had kept it in mint condition ever since. He lifted the top up; brow furrowed into a frown as he blew away the dust that had collected inside.
He scoured the shelves, only to find that each item was more unused and dirty than its predecessor. It was only as he took a step forward, wanting to have a closer look, that his boot thumped against a thin cardboard box, which fell to the floor with a thunk. He slipped it out of the package, relieved to see the vinyl wasn't scratched, before settling it on the platter and angling the tonearm.
(Name) had sat on her bed, eyeing him as she attempted to settle and breathe. It was only when the record started to play that she felt her body subconsciously relax beneath her, lying down on the bed. Fyodor remained on the floor next to her feet; his head leaned back as he let the mellow hum of strings and decadent swallows of brass lull him into a state of ease. And it was as if they had traveled to Moscow one more time; the snow settled between their fingers as the sun kissed their skin. It was just the two of them, as it should be. And then the fourth track crackled to life.
She was in Moscow again, but he wasn't with her. But she wasn't afraid, not here. The melody played through the form of a delicate hum, bright and cheerful the warblers that sat on the sill of her window, and her blurred vision watched as her reflection—no, her mother—swayed around the room. And those eyes, oh, she would never forget them for as long as she lived. Those eyes that glimmered in the dying light with such tenderness and love as the sun settled on the pair. But those eyes could burn, they could fear and cower, they could—
"Do you ever regret being born?"
The tranquility that had enraptured them, comforting and bittersweet, stilled. Each note of the record crescendoed and accelerated, crackling in the air with electrifying chords. She could feel it, barely, as tears burned her eyes, falling down her cheeks like a silent procession.
“Любимая…” He had crept onto the bed the moment she opened her mouth, scrutinizing her with calculated consideration. Her eyes were far, far away—each element of her sleeplessness adding to a sensation of antiquity. It was like she had been dehumanized, her soul leaking out with her tears as she was replaced with a porcelain doll—lifeless and unmoving. He hesitated—he hated that she made him do that—before setting his hand next to hers. “Why would you ask such a question?”
The question broke her out of her stupor, panic instantly registering as she realized the words that had tumbled out of her mouth. She knocked him out of the way, turning off the record. “I-I need to finish organizing." She ran to the door, covering a hoarse cough as she wiped her tears. "Those books—I need to organize—"
“(Name).”
He blocked her path, snatching her wrist—pain. Fuck, the flash of heat returned with a vengeance, searing her skin. She jolted at his touch, smacking the back of her head against the door. A groan fled from her lips, knees shaking before she dropped to the ground. Hard. Her head throbbed, unsteadily held in her hands as her limbs rattled. It hurt. The room spun. Where was she? Her wrists thumped with pain that synchronized with her pulse—make the pain stop.
Please.
An estate stood on the edge of Moscow, like a guardian to the glorious city. Centuries-old bricks of decadent limestone stacked on top of each other to create its looming silhouette, and a garden caught its shadow. She often found herself meandering its pathways, staring in awe at the gargoyles and grotesques that were engraved at the edges of dormers. Chatter would be heard from the entry of the estate, clusters of women bruiting about the latest affair or calumny. She’d find her ears burning if she remained in the ire of them for too long, their voices slipping into hushed whispers as they gawked at her with abhorrence. Her hands would drift across marble banisters, lifting the sticky remnants of polish between her fingers. Velvet carpets deafened her footsteps and aided her incumbent silence as she traversed the halls. The stench of smoke burned her nostrils, candles lit in their sconces—her father preferred to use arduous methods of lighting to maintain tradition. That word was muttered by the man so often she wondered if he had ever known a different one.
Her room had been situated on the eastern side of the manor down a narrow hall that was never used, with the intention to place her away from guests and servants. To many, the isolation would have been tormentous, but to her, the stillness nurtured security from the newsmongers of daylight. It was a refurbished laundry room, though refurbished would be an embellishment. The defunct tile floor remained with rust in its crevices, and the dampened walls developed mold from the humid air, but she preferred it that way. No longer would she need to concern herself with ears hearkening her every breath. In this room alone, she was allowed to exist as everything she was and forget about everything she wasn’t.
Brrrrring…
An ancient call bell had been fasted above the door to her room, vibrating with sound from the tug of a string located in a far-away study. Her father’s study. She prayed that it would one day crack, and she could remain in her silence once more, but the stubborn thing rang on. Her hands clammed with sweat at the sound, wide eyes ogling the golden glow bouncing from its metallic surface. She would have frozen in her place if it wasn’t for her innate survival instincts. It was imperative that she followed its corresponding command—come see me.
Her fist wrapped against the door to the study, three knocks on the polished upper panel. And then she waited, the atmosphere thick with the scent of fermented tobacco and cheap perfume. She hated the way it clung to her clothes.
“Войдите,” a low voice called from the other side of the doors.
She pried them open, wincing at the boisterous groan that reverberated into the hall, indicating her presence to the members of staff who looked on, weary. An opulent chandelier was the first thing to catch her eyes, the collection of Swarovski crystals scattering light across bookshelves piled with old documents and philosophical texts. And there stood him—her father, Ivan Pavlovich Yeliseyev. His shape changed depending on the memory. Sometimes he was drawn with softened strokes and bright silky fabrics; in others, he was illustrated with sharpened features and deep winter colors.
She curtseyed, keeping her head low. "Good evening, отец."
"(Name)." She took his pause as a sign, raising her head to watch his back. He was silent, adjusting his cufflinks as he gazed at the garden below the gargantuan bay window.
"I heard you were talking to our gardener. Mr. Volkov?" he inquired, a lilt in his tone that showed he knew far more than he revealed.
"Yes, sir."
He clicked his teeth. "About what?"
Her mind raced to remember the conversation she had with the older gentleman hours before, knowing each second her father did not receive an answer would only make him more agitated. "I asked him about the flowers they're growing this season."
"Did you only ask him about flowers, dear?" he queried, raising a brow as he finally turned to lock eyes with his daughter, eyeing her appearance by scanning her up and down.
She bowed her head. "No, sir."
"Oh, at least you're honest." He let out a huff of smoke, stamping out a cigar onto the carpet. "And for your honesty, I'll let you choose."
He didn’t need to show her what she was choosing; she already knew—because there was something amongst the overflowing bookshelves that felt out of place to those who entered the room. An enormous wardrobe settled between two shelves, its lacquered exterior contrasting with the worn wood surrounding it. She didn’t hesitate to open its door. She couldn’t hesitate. Her arm outstretched, still too short to reach without a struggle, and she pulled out a wide-leather belt with her trembling fingers. And her father finally moved from his spot, taking the belt from her open hand and gesturing towards his desk.
She knew what to do.
Look ahead. Always look ahead unless ordered otherwise. Never disobey a direct order. Count each breath. Do not stutter. Do not whimper. He will start over. Think ahead. Do not daydream. He will start over. Wrists are placed firmly against the edge of the desk. Never move them. He will start over. Sleeves are rolled up. Do not roll them down. He will start over.
"What is rule number one?" he began, striking the belt down against her wrist. She resisted the urge to flinch, focusing on the question. He always asked the same series of questions, and she could always provide the same answers to satisfy him. That routine almost became comforting, a predictability that was her one solace whenever she entered this room.
"Don't talk to staff unnecessarily."
"Number two?" He struck her wrist again. It sparked with pain.
"Don’t ask questions that shouldn’t be asked."
"Number three?" Another strike. Her arms began to throb.
"Do everything to protect the honor of this family."
"Good," he nodded to himself before striking the belt down on her wrists one last time. "And number four?"
"Don’t think you’re more than you are."
"And what are you?" He didn't explicitly say it, but to him, this was the most important question of all. He always leaned into her face as she gave her answer, eyes daring her to declare anything different. But, like always, the answer remained the same.
"I am nothing."
"Good, good. Very good, dear," he smiled, his threatening expression softening as he cupped her cheek with calloused hands. She wished that he wouldn't do this, wouldn't pretend to care. That he would stop playing games with her heart—because she knew that he was a liar, but she leaned into his hand anyway, desperate for touch.
"If only you would listen more," he sighed, and she almost chased his hand as he moved it away from her face. He circled the study for a moment, taking in the unchanging sight of his books and knickknacks before his pacing stilled, an idea sparking. He looked back at her, lips curled as he vainly tried to cover his insidious thoughts. "You will not leave this estate for a month."
She gasped, and her mouth moved before she could think. "What! No!"
His eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
She shrunk back as he rushed towards him. "I-I'm sorry!-"
"You disrespectful brat!" He slapped her, striking her with enough force to make her crash to the floor—hard. With his standing position, he ground his boot into her leg, watching her choke on her words. "Don’t ever raise your voice at me!"
She shrieked as he pulled her by the ends of her hair, forcing her to meet eye-to-eye with him. "You are just some whore’s daughter! You are the dirt underneath my feet, and you will do as I say!"
"I’m sorry! Please, I’m sorry!" she cried.
"Silence!"
“No, no. П-Пожа́луйста, бо́г, нет,” she whimpered, curling into herself with each kick. The torment was relentless, sparks of pain traveling up her spine as she reached defeatedly for anything to stop it. Her fingertips began to turn frigid, shaking. At first, she thought the blood circulation in her hands had been cut off, but the sensation in her fingers wasn’t numbing. It was cold.
It was an object, a smooth object that cooled her singed skin, droplets leaking through the fabric of her sleeves and relieving her wounds. She grabbed it with a firmer hand, and it took a moment for her to recognize it. It was a water bottle—her water bottle. She had one that she placed on the bedside table of her room, a room that didn’t smell of mold and isolation. This room had been covered in bargain-bin books and cheap photographs, but they were far more valuable than some old records or decaying statues. And that was because she loved them. That man didn’t love anything. And she was no longer his to torment.
“Я здесь, моя милая. Я здесь с тобой.”
She huffed wetly, overwhelming relief filling her chest at the sound of Fyodor’s silvery voice—the same voice that had become her salvation as they survived side-by-side in Moscow, shivering together from their matching wounds.
He didn't understand—a rare and unwelcome experience for him, especially when it came to her. They had known each other for so many years, with so many memories shared between them. But despite their long companionship, they had yet to discuss those deep personal questions that most asked. It had become a silent understanding—the past was too painful to talk about, and it didn't matter to them anyhow.
But the past resurfaces to those who run from it with a vengeance.
He knew, despite some initial dread, that her panic had nothing to do with his ability. Fear of his touch was normal for others, but she had always been a dauntless one. She would place her life in his hands without a second thought, faithful he would care for it without any true reassurance—she just believed in him.
"Свои рождение было благословением, моя дорогая," he spoke, voice low as he searched her eyes, reading her features to find the slightest hint towards the source of her torment. "Сожалеть о своем рождении означало бы бросить вызов Его воле."
His sincerity only made her shiver, wiping the tears from her eyes. "But it can’t be. Not when it cost another life in return…"
"…life?" he pressed, his eyes narrowing as he inched closer.
She froze. It would be strange for anyone to admit such a deep and long-hidden secret, let alone for either of them to acknowledge that there was one between them. They had tacked the lives they had lived before their fateful encounter as inconsequential, even if it spoke volumes through their habits and customs. He ignored that she carefully eyed her surroundings before speaking to anyone, and she ignored that he spread his meals until he couldn't afford to. Those things didn't matter—the mutual silence had been enough.
But it could no longer remain that way.
She thumbed with his fingers, her voice hoarse. "…my mother…"
“Yes…” his eyes became distant, memories resurfacing. “I remember her.”
Because of his status, he didn't have many encounters with the Yeliseyev family, though the few glimpses he did have stood out. His prominent memory of (Name)'s mother was her shoulders—as strange as that sounded. They were always swathed with decadent jewels, and on the off-chance they weren't, they were covered in luxurious furs. The woman seemed to have disembarked from a démodé soirée clad in gowns that had gone out of fashion centuries ago. He remembered the sound of her shrill voice, declaring that she was a direct descendant of the House of Württemberg—most alleged she was a distant cousin at best. In honesty, he believed she was terribly gaudy, flaunting wealth that held no everlasting value.
This was in extreme contrast to her was her own daughter, (Name), who wore simple a-line dresses with plain laced boots. No one would’ve been able to tell she was an aristocrat if not for the delicate laces her clothes were made of. It was like they purposefully dressed her to blend in with the shadows, which harmonized with her timid mannerisms when they were children. He used to hear the whispers of the congregation and clergy, babbling about the young girl and her unorthodox decorum—and for months, he didn’t know who they were referring to.
However, the moment she crawled onto his window dormer, he knew it had to be her—but she was nothing like the rumors said. They had made her out to be an imp, a mischievous child who only brought despair to those who surrounded her. But those people were fools. When they first met, she looked upon him with world-weary eyes, ones that gazed at him without contempt but with awe.
“Pretty,” she had mumbled.
He had never been caught so off-guard by a single word before, and his initial impulse to ask her to leave vanished. Instead, he asked her to join him in his sanctuary and, in doing so, found the one person who would ever understand him.
“…that woman was not my real mother,” she snarled, shattering his reminiscence as she squeezed his hands. Her stepmother had been such a thoughtless woman, solely focused on preening herself in every reflective surface or scolding (Name) whenever she eyed her for an extended period of time. But her gritted teeth loosened, making way for a melancholic smile that held a lifetime of sorrow. “My real mother was a simple maid, a young one that my father had his eyes on.”
He stilled at her words, immediately picking up on her insinuation, but a question remained in his eyes. “...милая, where is your mother?”
“As I grew older, business partners began to question my legitimacy. Rumors constantly circulated about which housemaid I looked most like.” She swallowed harshly, looking away. “And one day, my father—no. That monster had heard enough. He became dead-set on extinguishing those rumors.”
“And so he did…” she trailed off, the next words remaining on the tip of her tongue as her jaw weighed down like it was imbued with lead. That sensation of pressure on her chest returned, heart hammering in her ribcage, but he held her hands tight. She was in Japan with Fyodor and not in Russia with her father. And looking into those eyes, which were filled with so much concern, she knew she had to tell him. “Along with my mother. He rid the world of those rumors and of her—permanently.”
For years, (Name) was told that outwardly expressing her grief would make it dissipate, that her tears would run dry, and she would be left content and full. But that wasn’t reality. A couple of harsh, grounding words from her lips wouldn’t make decades of heartache wash away but instead made it feel all too real. She knew that she was always, and would always be connected to her birth mother—that before Fyodor, her mother was the only person to love her so selflessly. And for the crime of nurturing a child with unconditional devotion, no matter their status, she was snuffed out as the cigar sparks under the sole of that monster’s boot. Nothing but a memory.
Fyodor had remained silent, contemplative as he traced the creases of her hands. He wasn’t shocked by this tale of cruelty; he had become quite familiar with the scandals of aristocratic families from the rumors that were circled by servants in the slums. What he was truly bewildered by was the fact that he had never looked into (Name)’s family in the first place. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it; he had wanted to investigate many times. But a rare feeling for him, guilt, stopped him. If it were anyone else, he would’ve prodded through their history without a second thought—but not her. Because he just knew, he knew that the moment he found out, it would instill in him feelings that he was too afraid to address. He wasn’t supposed to be attached to anyone, but she always broke through his walls.
He clasped her fingers with his own, his thumb kneading circles around her knuckles and drifting to rest along her wrist, causing her breath to hitch. Her eyes darted, and he surveyed each action of her face as she slowly looked down at the cuffs of her sleeves. Her lips pursed before she let out a tense sigh.
“He hated when I asked about her.” He glanced between her face and hands, his eyes asking for permission as he hooked his fingers on the edges of her sleeves. With no resistance to his advancements, he folded the fabric upward, revealing what she was staring at with such contempt.
And he was grateful she was too focused to look at him—that she wasn't able to see the way his jaw clenched and the way his eyes narrowed at the sight. He had seen these scars many times before, but hearing the story around them made the impressions on her skin feel so much deeper. Neither of them had revealed the secrets behind their matching markings—not because they were fearful of judgment from the other, but because they understood the necessity of leaving some things unspoken. Despite that, he couldn’t help how his muscles stiffened, fingers trailing the clusters of raised skin with such care.
The steps to his mission weren't important to him, not at this moment. He knew that, instead, he would prep his subordinates to visit a much cooler climate for their next operation—and he would only need a week to fulfill his goal. That the Yeliseyev family would be fortunate if ashes were left of them or that old estate. But those plans could wait.
“Those poems that you loved so much,” he muttered, raising her quivering hand to his lips, trailing kisses from her palm to her wrist as he held her tight. There was no need for her to explain any further. She was filled with a profound sorrow, one that he understood in such a personal and heartfelt manner. “Those were from your mother, were they not?”
Fyodor peered into her eyes, finding tear-filled ones gaping back at him. (Name) was only able to nod her head, biting at her bottom lip in order to restrain the waterworks. His expression softened, glancing at the familiar poem book that was perched on her nightstand.
“She had lovely taste. And if she was anything like you…” he raised his hand, hovering near her cheek to make sure she was comfortable. She leaned into his touch, letting out a sigh as she cupped his hand with her own. “Then I am certain she was lovely, too.”
And as the pain came crashing down with a vengeance, those tears were finally released. Her body was wracked with sobs, pressing wet kisses into his palm in the middle of shaking breaths. While it was true that words alone would never be able to sate her grief, the all-consuming understanding between the two orphans did wonders to relieve her suffering.
“Tell me, Федечка.” Her smile was small but genuine. “How did I ever become so lucky?”
He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. “No, солнышко. I'm the lucky one."
She sniffled, closing her eyes as she could feel her heartbeat in synchrony with his. He kissed her forehead, and she melted in the way his hands—comforting and gentle, caressed her face, mapping every freckle and scar to memory.
For the remainder of the week, (Name) was placed on a mandatory, badly needed break from her standard duties. Most of it had been spent bundled up in her room, re-reading her mother's prized poetry book for the thousandth time. Her fingers skimmed the pages with practiced ease, brushing against every indent and crinkle—it was almost like her mother was with her, that recognizable sweet tune of hers narrating the lines. And when she wasn't alone, she was cozied up in Fyodor's private study, a cup of tea hoisted in one hand as she read the stanzas aloud. The light thrum of her record player accompanied her voice, emphasizing each word with expressions and gestures. It caused his normal, stoic expression to melt, and he settled back in his own chair as he relished in the entertainment.
But tonight, she dashed towards his study, book in hand. Subordinates stumbled and stared as she barreled down a few, shaking their heads and deciding not to openly question their superior's giddy behavior—that had become a standard rule at this point. She dug in her heels, almost smacking straight into the wall before she fell against it, out of breath as her limp hand knocked on the door.
"Come in," Fyodor's voice called, an unusual lilt in his tone that was barely muffled through the wall.
BANG!
The door slammed against the wall, books shuddering on their shelves as an echo reverberated against the walls. She hissed through her teeth, sliding into the room before closing the door with a small click. It was obvious that she had gotten a bit too excited, but she couldn't help it! Fyodor had such a mischievous lilt in his tone when he had called her today, and that could only mean that he had interesting news.
The aforementioned man chuckled from behind his desk. “Good evening, милая.”
"Evening—" she panted, leaning onto her knees as the adrenaline wore off. "Evening, Федя."
His lips curled into a smirk, folding his hands. “It seems you’ve enjoyed this little break.”
"Yeah, it's been great," she sighed, not bothering to conceal the popping of her stiffened joints and muscles from her hours hidden in her blankets, settling into her designated swivel chair before wheeling it over to his side of the desk. A steaming cup of tea sat still at her side, slipping down her throat with the perfect blend of bitter and sweet. She leaned back into her seat. “Mmm, delicious as always.”
Thump.
She glanced to the side while she took another sip, watching as he placed a box from beneath his desk into his lap, fingers thrumming the lid—he only did that when he was roused by a discovery. Her brow quirked, setting her cup down.
“I actually called you here for another purpose besides poetry.”
"I’m listening," she said, eyes darting to the box every so often. He lifted the lid, not allowing her to see the contents inside, before placing two books of varying size and composition on the desk near her. "I have a small gift for you."
"Books?" She stared at them, examining the torn covers that had been shredded by years of use. Most of the novels that she had received from him had been entirely new and typically in mint condition, so it was strange to be given something so worn—not that she minded; a good book is a good book. Neither of these books had titles, or rather, they did, but they had been heavily smudged to the point of being unrecognizable.
"Hmmm, something of that sort," he mused, pushing them closer to her with his fingers. She stared at the cover of the large book, the pages underneath it bulking with plastic sleeves that threatened to slip off from the sides—a photo album. Her eyes struck him suspiciously, but he only flicked at cover with his hand, an expression she could only pin as self-satisfied on his face. Grime lathered the plastic, and the photos inside were unrecognizable from the fingerprint smudges and dirt. With an impatient groan, she yanked one of the photographs out, examining it with narrowed eyes.
But her hands quaked.
Those familiar eyes stared back at her, distant. The eyes that she could never forget. She would've mistaken the person in the photograph for herself if not for the foreign background and people. It was her mother, smiling towards the camera as she clung to someone's arm. Without a second thought, (Name) began to take out more photos, creating a timeline of her mother's life through each one. Her hand brushed against some bulking ink on the back of one, turning it—Иоланта (7-years-old). Her mother's name. She had never realized it, but she didn't even know her mother's own name. She ignored the tears that splattered against the protective plastic, setting the book to the side as her hands curled under the smaller, accompanying book that had been waiting patiently for her eyes.
The pages were worn, edges shriveled by water damage, and borders pasted with decorative newspaper—the handwriting may not have been familiar to her, but the stories that coated the pages on the inside were. Not a space had been left unfilled, beautiful cursive building elaborate plots that jumped between action to romance. Each was a somewhat more mature version of childhood tales that had been whispered into her ear during the dead of night, passed between one mind to another. Her mother had been the one to open her to a world beyond reality, existing in thought and illustrated on paper. And then she remembered one line from her mother's stories—the dead may not be able to speak in their silent slumber, but they could be immortalized by the hearts that they touched and the minds that they changed. She had become so much like her mother in spite of the separate life she had led, if only because of the kindness and compassion her mother had demonstrated that stood the test of worn-down memory. In those letters, a connection was found—her heart was not filled, but she felt comfort in the space, knowing the longing was only bittersweet.
And finally, she looked up at Fyodor between her wet lashes, only to find him beholding her with such fondness, such adoration. The smallest outline of wrinkles marred the pale skin around his eyes, the corners of his lips upturned without a hint of malice or venom. In her peace, he had found his own—and maybe one day, she could talk with him about his own mother, his parents. She could be the one to care for him, to hold him tight. To remind him that she would be his sanctuary for as long as he was hers.
"I was able to locate a distant aunt of yours. She wanted you to have these." He settled the box onto the desk with a thunk, lifting the lid to show an abundance of additional albums and journals nestled between wrapping, even a few pieces of cloth peaking out from the bottom.
"You'll have a lot to go through, so—" He stilled, his heart pumping as a wail broke his train of speech, (Name) frantically rubbing her eyes as her chest began to heave in between sobs. His face tightened, abandoning the box to settle a hand on her back. “Любимая—”
The first sense he could register was smell, the scent of flowers enveloping his body, recognizing a familiar body wash. The next sense was sight, a bundle of hair blocking his vision as he thought he had momentarily suffocated. And the last was touch, a nose nuzzling in his neck, tight arms wrapping around him as if he would disappear at any minute.
“Cпасибо тебе, спасибо тебе, спасибо тебе,” she whispered weakly, practically in his lap.
His hands floated around her waist before he sighed, pulling her into his arms as he settled her fully on his lap. A finger traced her hairline, followed by scattered, drawn-out kisses that marked a path from the center of her forehead to her temple.
"There is no need to thank me, любимая моя. I am only giving you the truth you deserve."
He traced circles into her waist, embracing the feeling of her so close to him, skin-to-skin, as they held on tight. The rest of the evening was spent whispering between the flips of pages by candlelight, (Name)'s hushed voice narrating tales from her youth while Fyodor watched in amusement—perfect reflections of the people they had once been and outlines for the people they would become.
ты маленькая сучка! ты должен был сгореть вместе с ней! = you little bitch! you should have burned with her!
вам повезло видеть солнце каждое утро! = you are lucky to see the sun every morning!
коля = kolya
никогда не повышай на меня тон! = never raise your voice at me!
мышь = mouse
федечка = fedechka
любимая (моя) = my darling
ты дышишь только потому, что я позволяю тебе это делать! = you only breathe because i allow you to!
федя = fedya
отец = father
п-пожа́луйста, бо́г, нет = p-please, god, no.
я здесь, моя милая. я здесь с тобой = i'm here with you, my dear. i'm here with you.
свои рождение было благословением, моя дорогая = your birth was a blessing, my dear.
сожалеть о своем рождении означало бы бросить вызов eго воле = to regret your birth would be to defy his will.
милая = dear
солнышко = sunshine
иоланта = Iolanta
спасибо тебе, спасибо тебе, спасибо тебе = thank you, thank you, thank you.
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#muse's anthology ‧₊˚ ⋅#f!reader#꒰ა ⎼ [fyodor]#₊˚ ★꒰ the sun and the stars#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#fyodor bsd#fyodor dostoevsky#fyodor x reader#fyodor dostoevsky x reader
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# star themed ✮
vaguely matching star avatar and banner masks. repost with credit, free to use.
#★ :: personal hymn#star#constellation#circle#rectangle#celestial#sky#sun#carrd resources#rentry graphics#rentry mask#rentry resources#rentry#image mask#web graphics#carrd#carrd inspo#carrd stuff#carrd material#template#resources#avatar mask#banner mask
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MISC SOURCE TRANSMASC HEADCANON ICONS
512 x 512 | credit appreciated but not necessary.
#★ my graphics.#rentry#rentry graphics#icon#icon edit#headcanon icon#transmasc icon#persona 3#persona#persona 4#enstars#ensemble stars#pokemon#pokemon sun and moon#revolutionary girl utena#idolmaster#idolm@ster#persona 3 icons#persona 4 icons#enstars icons#pokemon icons#revolutionary girl utena icons#idolm@ster icons#makoto yuki#rinne amagi#guzma#naoto shirogane#utena tenjou#makoto kikuchi
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✨⭐️🌟
I heard you like stars.
Any opinions on the star closest to earth: the Sun?
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★OOOH THE SUPERGIANT STAR OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM- OUR SUNNN!!★
⭐| WELLLL- For starters, It is common knowledge that the sun is like- important, even crucial for our planets existence since it the main source of light and heat for our planet !!
⭐| The fact that just the SURFACE reaches up to 5.600 ° celcious, which is almost as hot as the core of the earth is both cool..and a bit frightening at the same time, I'm not going to lie.. AND THAT'S JUST THE SURFACE- (the core of the earth can reach up to 6.000° celcious btw !!)
⭐| It's center however.. urh- it can go up to- or is, 15.000.000 ° celcious. That's - wowahwoahwa. Cool and horryifing.
And like I said, while it is crucial for the earth's and the other planets to have a smooth existence- ( I don't know a better term. =[ ) ,the thought of such a hot and superheated astral body suddenly going supernova is.. erh. Even if it's 10 million or, more correctly, 5 billion years from now, it is still a worrysome concept to think about. Plus, I've heard somewhere that If the sun exploded- we wouldn't really notice it until 8 minutes so.. arh. (⊙_◎).
★So. In shorts: The sun is both important, fascinating and extremely terrifying and deadly- well, obviously it's deadly. It's a supergiant body of mass, gas and fire and..It's nothing compared to another star called UY Scuti or TON 618-★
★erm. I like yeah I like the sun and stars in general.★
★..m'kay bye- !!★
#★..this made me search more knowledge bout space and the excuse to infodump as well!!★#astronomy#stars#sun#supergiant star#space#ton 618#UY scuti#info-dumping#actually autistic#special interest#★steren/astro indodumps !!★#★thank you for the ask!!★#★answering asks★
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♪ hi we have a playlist already but give me more
@jiwone // send a ship and ♪ and i’ll post
a mini playlist (2-3 songs) i think fits them .
kiss me you animal, burn the ballroom : my thriller scandal, take a bite,
girl you know my favorite part, i'm so desperate for your sweet affliction.
silver, crystal, carousel your effervescent touch, but everybody knows
that home is where your teeth sink, love. kiss me you animal, i need
to take you in real slow, cause dying on your lips is how i wanna go.
starstruck, the scary jokes : sylvia, you are a fugitive on the run, not sure from what. every day, you're like a different girl, who are you trying to fool? sylvia, it's such a pleasure to know the real you, oh, i still get a little starstruck. baby you shine so bright, and you still give me butterflies. oh baby, you shine so bright.
she's got you high, mumm-ra : she's got you high and you
don't even know yet. the sun's in the sky, it makes for
happy endings, you can't deny you want a happy ending.
#* && OOC#* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER .#* && IT'S SUCH A PLEASURE TO KNOW THE REAL YOU/OH‚ I STILL GET A LITTLE STAR STRUCK! ★ (JIWOON/JIWONE)#SO ANYWAY I CARE THEM SO BAD lemme. ramble a lil abt these choices ok so we got the first one. an obvious pick. their aesthetic. y'know?#bc they're both lil freaks but they're lil freaks in love so good 4 them ig lmaoooooo#starstruck is on their actual playlist and i've shown u it but its so them i had to include it. 'its such a pleasure to know the real you'#crying......... shut up shut up shut up sh#and the last one !!! tbh the line 'you cant deny you want the happy ending' makes me soft in general. romance. plus i thought like#'the suns in the sky' bit bc saeyoung is always ft. light and sun metaphors! do u see my vision. they're gonna make a happy ending : ]#WOO RAMBLING anyway ilu#jiwone
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//Because I'm me and some of my tags are based on lyrics and I'm totally not justifying a tag drop with music and slightly wanting to over explain my choices - also did some reshuffling and rewriting of the relationships section of her doc while I was at it.
This batch is all stuff for my ST verse - either giving tags to dynamics that didn't have one, or updating/fixing ones because the nature of the relationship has changed or just because I came up with a better one.
I'll worry about swan princess stuff after a nap.
Firstly my ST group verse tag
I had grown used to that loneliness
The song is Watashitachi no Iru Riyuu (Rough translation: The reason why we're here) - it's from the first revue starlight stage play.
I picked Nana's Lyric - given they both are not really having friends before this.
The new tag for the Jewel Steve soulmate au verse thing
I still remember that one summer that we spent together
Given they first met while Jewel was visiting over the summer when they were kids, this felt very fitting
as well as the friendship tag for Jewel and Chrissy (havvkinsqueen)
We can still be friends 🌣 we’ll be the sun and the moon
I like this one for them because they are similar but opposites too. Distant in their own ways, but having their own shine to them.
Friendship tag for Devildungeondm's Eddie with Jewel
Your head’s up in the clouds ★ you’re like a shining star!
I think this is how she sees him more than anything else. it was almost Who knew it could play this kind of song. but I couldn't quite justify it like what I ended up going with
My new tag for edhellfire's eddie also almost came from this translation of the song too. It was almost I know I can't make you stay
Though I settled on the non lyric based No longer my fantasy. Just my friend for them instead. Sad to see the slightly snarky guitar playing wizard tag that was a nod to howl's moving castle go, but this is more fitting for their dynamic.
Elie and Jewel's tag changing from favourite secret recipe to Spiced Apple? You’re more of a Peach Pie given her new nickname for her girlfriend and how they started getting close.
#I still remember that one summer we spent together (Jewel and Steve)#We can still be friends 🌣 we’ll be the sun and the moon (Friendship: Jewel and Chrissy ~ havvkinsqueen)#Your head’s up in the clouds ★ you’re like a shining star! (Friendship: Jewel and Eddie ~ devildungeondm)#No longer my fantasy. Just my friend (Friendship: Jewel and Eddie ~ edhellfire)#Book Club for Broken Girls (Friendship: Jewel and Chrissy ~ scarednotscary)#Spiced Apple? You’re more of a Peach Pie (Jewel and Elie)
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-ˋˏ*・★。STARTER CALL → ACCEPTING !
SHE STARES AT THE INSTRUMENT UPON THE WALL AS IF IT WERE SOME CREATURE OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN , for all she knows thats exactly what it could be . ( how would she know any different ? ) she takes brave steps toward it , arms crossed upon her chest as eyes narrow into a squint . FINALLY REACHING OUT TO BRUSH FINGERTIPS OVER ITS SURFACE , jumping back as the strings make a noise ( but not an entirely unpleasant one ) squeaking out a sound of surprise as she moves . ❝ Eddie ...... ❞ Wearily spoken , hand reaching out blindly behind her , searching for him , as if to warn him about the threat , to protect him . ❝ On the wall .... Eddie ..... what is that ? ❞ // @tomordcr !
#i thought abt this concept at work and so it HAS to be ur starter pls im dy in g#tomordcr#・★ *｡:- VERSE / STRANGER THINGS ══ ❝ my own sun darkened ; haunting via the stars ; the ghost of a light long gone ❞#sry for the stress eddie x#KJDFGHJKDFG
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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀
♡ ⭒ㅤ𓈒 天国のキス ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ㅤ྄
꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑇 𝑊 𝑆 𝑇 𝑀 𝑒 𝑛 𝑥 𝐹 𝑒 𝑚 𝑅 𝑒 𝑎 𝑑 𝑒 𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱
ㅤ ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 kiss you for the first timeㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ㅤೀ
— 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘥, 𝘑𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘴, 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘭, 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮 <3
˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 ─ ★ . ♡𝆬
His lips pressed against hers, a gentle touch, A reflection of love, too powerful to hush. Their bodies entwined, in a romantic embrace, A moment of magic, frozen in space.
In that moment, nothing else exists, Just the two of them, lost in a kiss. Their hearts beating as one, a symphony of desire, Their souls entwined, in a passionate fire.
Each kiss like a story, untold and new, Their love, like a flower, blossoms and grew. Lost in the sweetness, of each other's lips, Their love, an ocean, with endless dips.
As their lips part, and they gaze into each other's eyes, The world around them, fades into the night. For in that moment, they are all that they need, Their love, like a dream, impossible to concede.
Their kiss, a symbol, of their eternal bond, A love so pure, it could never be conned. In each other's arms, they find solace and peace, A love so beautiful, it will never cease.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 ─ ✭ . ♡𝆬
The moonlight danced upon their skin, As lips met in a passionate spin. Two souls entwined, two hearts as one, Lost in a moment, under the stars and sun.
His fingers tracing every curve, Her body, a sanctuary he did serve. Their love a fire, burning bright, In each other's arms, everything felt right.
Their breaths mingled, their hearts in sync, A love like theirs, impossible to sink. With every kiss, their bond grew stronger, In this embrace, their souls could linger.
He whispered words of love and adoration, Her heart filled with overwhelming sensation. In his arms, she felt safe and free, With her lover, she knew she'd always be.
Their kiss, a symphony of emotions, Every touch, a rush of intense notions. In this moment, all the world stood still, As they kissed, on a journey to fulfil.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 ─ ☁︎ . ♡𝆬
With a gentle touch, And a longing gaze, He leaned in, To kiss his lover's face.
Their lips met, In a moment of bliss, And all the world, Seemed to simply exist.
The warmth of his love, Flowed through his veins, As he held her close, In a sweet embrace.
Their hearts beat as one, In this perfect embrace, As their love overflowed, In this peaceful space.
For in that instant, Nothing else mattered, As they shared a kiss, That left them shattered.
But it was a beautiful mess, That they didn't mind, For in each other's arms, Is where they truly find.
A love that's eternal, A love that's pure, A love that's beautiful, And will forever endure.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ─ 𓇥 . ♡𝆬
Through the streets they walked, Hand in hand, hearts intertwined, The world faded away, As their love enshrined. With each step they took, Their souls became one, In a perfect harmony, Under the setting sun.
As they stopped by a bench, He gazed into her eyes, And saw his whole world, Reflecting in her sighs. He gently cupped her face, And whispered her name, And in that moment, Nothing was the same.
With tender touch, He wiped away her tears, And softly he spoke, Her deepest fears. He promised to be there, Through thick and thin, To hold her close, While the moon danced and spin.
She melted in his arms, Feeling his love so pure, A love that she never, Thought she'd ever procure. He took her breath away, With a simple kiss, Filled her with warmth, And pure bliss.
Their love was a fire, Burning ever so bright. For in each other's arms, They found solace and peace, Their love a masterpiece, That will never cease. And as they parted, With one last embrace, He held her close, And saw love in her face. For in that moment, He knew she was his forever, A love so true, That nothing could sever.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋 ─ ⚝ . ♡𝆬
With the moon as witness to their love, He pulls her close, like fitting glove. His lips softly graze her own, In this moment, they're not alone.
Her heart beats faster in his embrace, Her fears all vanish without a trace. For in his kiss, she finds her home, Her love for him forever grown.
His hands cup her face with such care, He whispers sweet nothings in her ear. Their love ignites a fiery flame, No longer able to be tamed.
In his arms, she feels complete, Her heart, his hands gently beat. Their love, like a symphony, Filling her with pure ecstasy.
Their kiss is a dance of passion, A journey without any ration. Their souls entwined in a perfect rhyme, A love that will withstand the test of time.
As their lips part with a gentle sigh, Their love shines bright, like stars in the sky. Hand in hand, they embrace the night, Their love, a beautiful and wondrous sight.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 ─ ✿ . ♡𝆬
Their love was pure, their hearts entwined, No force could ever break the bind. He took her hand and pulled her close, Their lips connected, time froze. The world stood still, their passion grew, As he softly whispered, 'I love you'.
The moon above, the gentle breeze, Their love could bring a world to its knees. He traced her jaw with tender touch, Lost in the moment, oh so much. Her eyes locked on him, filled with adoration, Their love like fire, an eternal sensation.
In that kiss, they shared their souls, Each kiss sealing, making them whole. No words were needed, their love spoke true, Their hearts beat in sync, as if on cue. He held her close, their love embraced, As if in that moment, all worries erased.
The world around them faded away, Nothing else mattered, not even the day. Their love was all-consuming, a burning fire, In that kiss, all their desires. Their hearts beat as one, in perfect harmony, This love, so pure, a beautiful symphony.
With every kiss, they shared their dreams, No need for words, their bond redeemed. Their love, a masterpiece, a work of art, Etched in their hearts, never to depart. He tasted her love, in every breath, In that kiss, their souls were blessed.
Their love, like a rose, bloomed in the night, Their kiss, a shining star, a guiding light. He held her close, their love complete, In that kiss, their hearts did meet. Their love, a story, a beautiful tale, In that moment, nothing else prevailed.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 ─ ∞ . ♡𝆬
He held her close, in a loving embrace, Her lips so soft, her touch so gentle. Their hearts entwined, in a passionate race, Their love, pure and simple.
With trembling hands, he brushed her hair, Her eyes, sparkling with desire. He whispered words, so sweet and rare, As his love for her, grew higher.Their bodies pressed together, In a dance of eternal love. As they kissed, in perfect weather, The stars shone brighter above.
He drank in her scent, a heavenly perfume, As his love for her, overflowed. He knew in his heart, she was his only bloom, In a garden of thorns, she glowed.
Their souls intertwined, in a moment divine, As they shared this intimate bliss. With every kiss, their love would shine, An unbreakable bond, sealed with a kiss.
As they parted, his heart ached with love, For his lover, his everything. He knew in his heart, she was a gift from above, And they would share this love, forever and always.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 ─ ☾ . ♡𝆬
Amidst the moonlit stars, Two souls stood close, As he leaned in to kiss her, Her heart tumbled and rose.
His gentle touch upon her cheek, Sent shivers down her spine, The way he looked at her, Was pure and divine.
Their lips finally met, In a passionate embrace, It felt like time had stopped, As he held her face.
Their love was like a fire, Burning bright and strong, And in that very moment, Nothing could go wrong.
As they broke the kiss, Both were left in awe, For it felt like magic, In that romantic thaw.
Their love was their sanctuary, A world of their own, And in each other's arms, They found their true home.
So let them kiss, let them love, In this blissful delight, For nothing quite compares.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ─ ♔ . ♡𝆬
In a quiet moment of pure devotion, He leans in close with tender affection, His lover's lips, the only destination, As their embrace ignites a fiery fusion.
Their breaths entwine, hearts start to race, As soft caresses trace each face, In this embrace, love knows no bounds, As their lips find solace in the sweetest sounds.
With each kiss, their love is reaffirmed, In that moment, all worries are adjourned, For nothing else matters in this world, As their love story continues to unfurl.
Gentle hands caress her silken hair, As he whispers words of love and care, Their love, a masterpiece in its own right, Painted with each kiss, with each moment bright.
Their passion deeper than oceans wide, He holds nothing back, his heart open wide, For this kiss is not just a mere sensation, But an expression of their deep connection.
As their lips slowly part, they share a smile,
For this love, nothing could ever defile.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 ─ ❤︎ . ♡𝆬
Their lips meet in a tender embrace, As sparks fly and hearts race. His hand on her cheek, so gentle and mild, Their love, like a beautiful song, beguiled.
In his arms, she feels safe and warm, All doubts and fears quickly transform. Into pure bliss, as they share this kiss, No words needed, just this moment of pure bliss.
His touch, so soft, yet full of passion, Their love, a never-ending fashion. Their souls entwined, as they stand here, In this moment, nothing else matters, my dear.
The world fades away, as their bodies entangle, Their love, a beautiful, unbreakable tangle. Their hearts beating as one, in perfect rhythm, This love, so beautiful, with no beginning or end.
With each kiss, their love only grows, A bond, like a precious, fragrant rose. Their love, a masterpiece, never to be sold, A love story, forever to be told.
As they break the kiss, their eyes still locked, Their love, like a key, in each other it's unlocked. They know, in each other's arms, they belong, Their love, so beautiful, so pure and strong.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬
With passion in his eyes, He leans in for the kiss. The touch of his lover's lips, Is a moment of pure bliss.
His heart beats faster, As their lips finally meet. He feels the warmth of her breath, As their love is so sweet.
The world fades away, As he holds her in his arms. His love for her grows stronger, As they share this loving charm.
Their souls intertwine, In this kiss so pure and true. Every worry and fear, All just fade and flew.
He knows he's found his home, In the embrace of her kiss. For she is his everything, His love, his eternal bliss.
As they slowly pull away, He holds her close and tight. Whispering sweet words, Telling her she's his forever light.
In that simple moment, Their love was truly shown. For in each other's arms, They feel truly and beautifully known.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 ─ ✧ . ♡𝆬
He gazed into her eyes, like pools of rich dark hue, And felt his heart sing, like a bird in the blue, He held her close, their bodies entwined, As he lowered his lips to hers, both lost in time.
Their passionate kiss, a symphony of fire, Their love so pure, it could never tire, With every caress, every touch, every sigh, Their love blossomed, like a butterfly.
For in that moment, nothing else existed, Just the two of them, their love persisted, Their souls entwined, their hearts beating as one, Their love, like a rose, forever unwon.
And as the stars twinkled, and the night grew still, He whispered sweet words, her heart to fill, For she was his everything, his one true love, And together they'll soar, like two wings of a dove.
The moon smiled down, as they shared their love, And the night whispered secrets, from the stars up above, For this moment, this kiss, was a love so divine.
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⛓ who is your tribe? 𓆩📓𓆪 𓆩🖤𓆪 how will you meet? ⛓
✮i love how i connected these 3 pics im sooo smart guys
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ -pick the image that gotchu good 👁👁 gotcha eyes~ you know how to do it I know you do- if you feel unclear, take a nice deep breath, connect with spirit/God/your higher self, and ask what messages would serve you in this very moment~ this has been your radio host vi-vi talkin🎙, and I'll catch at your pile~🖋️✮ ˖ ⋆
⋆ ˖✮pile 1✮˖ ⋆
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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Five of Swords (reversed), Five of Wands (reversed), Ace of Wands, The Hierophant, Page of Cups (bottom of deck)
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ (slight 18+ cw) Libra/air placemnets, 7th house (Sun/Moon/Rising/Mercury/7h dominant etc), 1 house placements, Aries placements/degrees (Moon/Rising, etc), Nepo baby/“girl(boy/kid)-next-door” vibes, hair extentions, “going blonde”, Legally Blonde, angel numbers 1111, 222, 2424, 1234, channeled songs, Casual - Chappell Roan + How to be a Heartbreaker - MARINA
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Hello my pile 1s!!!!! omg i wanted to jump right in but I feel the need to greet you into this becaussse- omg you are gorgeous- like I am being so fr DO NOT play yourself down I can hear the mind chatter of some of you gearing up at me saying that,-shut that shish down. on the other side of this group,- you already know you were born beautiful, raised beautiful, and have always been your own created beauty, you’re so tapped into that and really you always have- so I want everyone in this pile, to align to that energy rn. 👏R👏N👏. No matter your upbringing, whatever your family told you, your past friend groups, your classmates,- you don’t got to do or be someone else’s anything. you speak for yourselfff- and you always have!! no matter how deep your security periods were, you still radiated- radiance💎 and strength- damn you guys are strong, no matter how “submissive” some of yall feel to be (your vulnerability is divine btw and def a part of your strength)- you are strong af. strong in only a way the wind is (I mean think of how destructive that nature can be yet how soothing its flow is when it is calm) or a polished pillar… I JUST KEEP HEARING IT- YOU GUYS ARE BEAUTIFULLLL. ugh I gotta get into more dets for you- I’m hearing that some of you are blonde (natural/dyed/bleached it dont matter) and damn does it make you look like a star ☆- PLEASEEE YOU’RE A STARRR ♥️- sorry- it looks so good on you the more fair aura because that is definitely the color of your aura in social situations (I’m hearing pale lavender, blue, pink, yellow), I’m hearing you have very calming eyes.. something about the color of your eyes is very “even” in color, or you may know how to keep very even eye contact and that makes the color of your eyes stand out (anyyy eye color- I’m even seeing some of you may have a kind of heterochromia where you may have a dot of brown in your blue iris/other colors apply, etc), some of the people who you’ve kept such level eye contact with during conversation- they think they’d be able to see your eyes in a dark room they stand out so much…
oh my god pile 1 you are a star- moving forward I have to mention, some of you are very proud brunettes- as you fucking should be because oh my jesus that’s hot, your hot, you are a star ★, a superstar- I am not just saying that holy shit. I’m seeing you may stand out in your friend group or who you usually hang out with due to your coloring whatever that may mean (for example cus we’re on the topic of hair- you may be a blonde within a lot of brunettes, or vice versa- you may have brown eyes among a bunch of blue/green eyes, vice versa- you may be only one who tans, has lots of birth marks, wears their hair natural, etc etc),- now I’m hearing I should be giving random styling opinions/boosting- so if you have a y2k grunge aesthetic, or old hollywood glam style you look incredibleeee- don’t you fucking dare bring your body type into this- if you’re an apple body you look like literal heaven in a pair of low rise bedazzled jeans- long straight hair looks so good with your body shape, get wigs if you’ve been thinking about it- get braids if you’ve been wanting them- different color highlights is definitely a good idea (blonde, orange, blue, purple), tighter tops look so good on your body shape (lace up ones or ones with details/graphtics)- a clean sleek white dress would literally ☆shock☆ everyone in a room who knows you/your style (and ppl who don’t know you loll), nude makeup that matches the rest of your undertones, glossy press on nails, one piece of jewelry per type here and there,- some more gn/masc opinions I’m hearing are more shaped clothes, botton downs tucked in high rise straight down jeans/pants (showcase the shape of your shoulders and waist a bit moreee)- I’m hearing if you were to wear a brooch of somekind on your shirt pocket you’d drive someone “wild”-… I MEAN MAYBE THAT’LL JUST BE ME 💞💀- curls look so great on you also, like if you did a larger loose curl somewhere in the front of your hair- gel curls would also look hot on you- star accents of some kind (jewelry, belt charms, keychains, even tattoos),,, you are totally someone’s “pretty boy”/“pretty girl”/“pretty baby”… OH MY GOD THIS IS A RELATIONSHIPS/FRIENDSHIPS PAC WHERE WAS III-
so I was getting into it even in the energy check-in some of you may be coming from a place of past drama- yes I said past bc even if it's fresh it will be past, and in that it is already the past babe. so anyway- there is something.. romantic here- possibly, but really I’m hearing you are in admiration by a lot of eyes-… now I’m hearing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid lol BAHHA oooohh~ you think your life is really mundane and so you’re hearing me say you have eyeballs on you like “… I leave my house once a week”- …bitch- your envioment means nothinggg and can change when you want it to fr. no matter your place this is your natural energy- I’m hearing your natural energy is being a socialite- and I mean you are meant to shine like a glittery star in various rooms- WITH YOUR GAL PALS!! this can even apply for going into a business/professional environment where you speak and interact with a lot of people and you are at the center of that- But anyway take it where it may apply. for some of you- you may do amazing in more queer centered places (clubs, awareness groups, or even drag shows in your area), places with a lot of creativity in relation to fashion (maybe even theater?) and makeup- for others here you should get out more in your school/college (gardening clubs or outdoor volunteer work would definitely benefit you), even if it’s just walking around your enviroment- wherever you walk you own, and you make yourself known…
I’m seriously feeling that so hard- AND SOME OF YOU DARE TO TURN A BLIND EYE TO YOUR OWN INNER SHINE. it's seriously beginning to bug me how you’re still staying in this insecure, bitter, fearful, energy, that is not yours but you continue to claim it!!! WTF. anyways, to those of you resonating with that- I’m being sooo fr, as soon as you kick those feelings to the curb (to be run over and killed 💅) and you fully allow yourself to bloom and allow the sun to shine on you- there will be buzzing. BUZZINGGGG🐝. put yourself out there and seriously just experiment with what it feels like to be with different social groups, don’t take it personally, expect nothing, just do it for your own self experimentation~ doesn’t that sound fun??? I'm getting the tingles just thinking about it~again with those spaces I talked about, no matter your feelings- wherever you walk you own. you belong because you know you belong in yourself. that’s your natural state and no matter how vicious some people were in seeing that in you, you still own that about you ☆ and it is your choice to use that divine gift given to you. please trust and believe when I say that once you step into that inner, pure, state of being- you will be divinely protected, any ◉ attacks are small potatoes and will be diced.
ANYWAYS WOOO- ummm all those spaces that I mentioned are fully open to you, and are definitely where you’ll meet your tribe- again, I’m seeing your “tribe” will more so be you being you and coming in and receiving a lot of admiration- people will just love to talk to you as soon as you come in (I’m seeing especially for the queer/fashion/creative group people coming up to you with armfuls of clothing joyfully wanting your opinion I loveee this for you)- I’m speaking about the future mainly to my more underdeveloped group of this pile, but let me jump into the future which is the place some of you are very much stepping into rn!!!- you’re having people crossing their legs in club booths to fit more people into your get to together- BAHHA- people want to be close to you, catch up, ask where you’ve been traveling to or what you’re wearing- and you’re finally soaking it all up and sitting so relaxed, your smile is dazzling and you’re taking a nice breath in and out as all of this healthily regulates your ego + your higher self.. this is honestly giving that if you weren’t the “queen bee” in your high school- you are now but in your 20s/30s/40s/etc!! and you’re handling it amazingly well, because you still choose to go home solo most nights still high and happy ♡ I love this for you. you also get asked to be the leader or placed as the head of a lot of different projects- it’s more so you oversee them and everyone works around you- the thing is, that you don’t let all this go to your head because you’ve already grounded your self-worth- and because of that attitude, people then want you around even more. when you come in, people want you in your group for the day/hour/20 minutes before another group wants you lol.
you’re fabulous ok? it’s more than fine to be that, it’s divine ♡! soo many people are going to feel like the moth to your flame, it’s already been destined to happen literally😵💫!!!! just keep a watch out for the ones taking too much from you or being up and down with their give-and-take from you, because you deserve someone/people around you who stay hot for you and fan your bright flame while enjoying its warmth (unless they need their own personal space- ppl are ppl, not npcs lol)… I guess I should just briefly state before I finish your reading- the chorus of Casual by Chappell Roan was replaying through your whole reading- I’m not saying this as a cop-out, you have people stopping and, in fact, falling to their knees when they’re in your energy. I see one or two people who are already a part of your larger group environment being very infatuated with you (and I’d definitely keep your eye on them and remain open to this possibility- for some of you this special someone is in your group setting is so pure in their affection towards you and could,, be the one. I'm dead serious about that- but also HEHHEHHEHE💞- oh how I love-love♡),- but I’m mainly seeing a lot of first dates for you guys as you continue to get out there, and that is far from a bad thing because- who wouldn’t want a change at even just one date with you??? (take rejection as non-personal ofc- ppl have free will- and stupidity) and also you get the chance to see how you adapt and interact with new people which is terrific for you!! mannn do I see you getting accepted and taken out by so many people, assholes included but also a lot of “gentlemen”/“babes” who will gladly treat you extremely well and or will be pulling all the charm and fun within them for you- even if they know it’s just one night with you… I’ll just say, you do attract people who want to serve you… on their knees definitely-
AND THAT IS WHERE I WILL LEAVE ITTTTT FOR NOWWW- I’m so so soooo happy to have had you all here todayyyy your life is seriously going to keep going up-up and away if you’ll just allow yourself to see that steady climb and trust it <3 I seriously love youuuu I almost don’t want you to leaveee just like how everyone else feels BAHHA- love you.~
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out is it casual now- two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach is it casual now” - “it’s hard being casual when i’m on the phone talking down your sister”
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ "This is how to be a heartbreaker- boys they like a little danger" - "singing I lo-lo-love you"
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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Ten of Pentacles (reversed), Ace of Pentacles, Nine of Cups, Queen of Cups, Six of Swords (reversed) (bottom of deck)
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Aquarius/Gemini/Libra placements, Capricorn/earth placements, Mercury dominant, Saturn dominant, 2nd house placements black lace, black on black, cinnamon, The Spice Girls, The Cheeta Girls, H2O, 2000s nostalgia, high school reunions, ex-friendship rebirth, stand up, saturday night bars, life path number 11, angel numbers 1111, 1212, 1313, 1221, channeled songs, Party for One - Carly Rae Jepsen, Heat Waves - Glass Animals
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ You guys are funny- just gonna say it off the bat I’m feeling silly with you rn ngl BAHHAHHAhehe- ok um HI PILE 2S!! I shouldn’t yell- let me not yell- some of you are coming from pile 1,, heyyy pile 1s~ ouw~ ok ok, you smiling could light up a room, a house, a complex, a broken oven. AHAHAH- what beautiful teeth and lips you have there- pile 2s. I’m seeing, so many different teeth and lip shapes before you come for me- straight, crooked, vener-white, “needs-a-cleaning” off-white, upside down smiles, nonsymmetrical dimples, big lips, small lips, uneven lips, scarred lips- you get it, I don’t give a shit. when you smile and give that big cackle, chuckle, chortle- you do what you do with joy- and people believe in jesus. people believe that pigs really do have wings. people believe that the sun must shine from your ass. truly. I mean truly. I’m sitting here with my fingers together like- hm. yes. how do I write this all- with a straight face without being sardonic… sardonic? do you guys read? I think you read. now I’m hearing “you thought you ate that-“ that meme, I know that you know it- let me stop. for-… 5 minutes… so we would probably connect really well- which is why I am all over the place, because you are also all over the place (yes I am shading you. respectfully.) someone here does really good impressions, including animals… whatever that means…- BAHAH, you guys would do great in stand up of some kind, either that or you’re known as the funny co-worker. you guys have this range when it comes to your sense of humor, where it is either very dry, with the most composed pauses (when I manage to do that without bursting into your own laughter), and or you guys are so fast like- the editing of a youtube video fast with the jokes- and or a mixture of the two where you’re able to pull off very intricate jokes very quickly in the moment. and jeeze people find you so charming, even more so because of the way you look as well, it’s almost weirdly uncanny to some people how someone with the level of physical attractiveness that you carry (it’s so heavy and so much I know it’s so hard✨) and you then can pull off such- hilarity. and they're like- “…do they know they could be a model??? like- are they aware?? are they using this comedy because they don’t see that about themselves??”… it’s giving “i didn’t know women could be funny” (goes for nb/men too ofc)…
wow- kill them with a spoon 🥄- anyways WOW. so I think you may have, a lot of perceptions of you by people around you who haven’t known you for very long, mainly revolving around your looks- yes your looks. your modesty is attractive but it won’t fly in this courtroom👩⚖️- you are attractive in some way, or have an appearance that people definitely admire- but also scrutinize, or underestimate… you definitely get belittled. ok- that sucks- point them out to me?… yea I thought so they are so ew. I don’t care if that person is your mother, your father, or your co-workers who’ve been working at the place for 5 years longer than you- they are ew. anyone who puts you down due to their own pre-made perception of you is ew. ick even. yea, I’m seeing the issue here is not like most other piles I read for where it’s a growth journey with self and insecurity- no you’re good rn you’re like totally chilling. and I love that because I’m chill now, I’m dipping my tea bag up and down and sitting with you I’m so chill. but I had to look into anything going on because- drama, keeps you reading. so main issue I’m exposing is that there are people around you, in your space, a space you “have” to be in like work or even college classes I’m hearing- most people around you mind their own business, good on them, I love them- other people… they dress you up as something in their mind for their own- amusement?? or to feel a sense of having an eagle eye over “you”- and I say “you” in quotations because wtf- they do this… so as to spice up their own boring life? this is a weird form of admiration, because even if it’s a shitty thing to see you as, with them placing you so strongly in this box- they’ve placed you also on this pedestal… that’s probably why even with this obvious bullshit you’re still just chilling- because you know that if someone has built this all up to be who you are- it means you’re the best. and they’re the lowest. the end. anyway my back hurts- someone here likes podcasts, I’m seeing the The Broski Report podcast (broski nation✊) and also Murder, Mystery, & Makeup- again you guys really just chill, drink a bit of wine and entertain yourself.- so let me move onnn and see what transformations might be gearing up in your social life hun~
ok so it’s not “crickets” happening in your social life, not at all- but again you guys are just so, content and used to yourselves (this is my pile who talks to themselves in the mirror I see you)- when I asked yall if you felt lonely I literally drew a blank. and this is actually perfect because it’s seriously when you’re not looking/expecting and you're all good with what you have that you get given so much- so this is where I’m going to remind you all to actively meditate on keeping yourself open. don’t expect anything, just stay open and ponder what you’d like- and you’ll receive. that’s literally it. you’re in prime manifesting energy with how content and at peace you are in yourself- do you know how much you attract when you do that shit???? remain. open. and. aware. of anything that may happen, even if someone trips in front of you and you gain a brief interaction or someone asks you where to find extra office supplies and you show them the supply closet- see your abundance, allow it, remain without expectations. you are literally in the perfect energy for so much. You guys are definitely the type however to be really fine with only a few close friends you can have some fun with (and or have a nervous breakdown with) and some family… but I think this contentment you have with yourself, might have come from you feeling- misunderstood in your sense of humor or self-expression. I gotta say, you definitely handled that disappointment well, since instead of dulling yourself you just shine more inwardly for your own enjoyment and entertainment- and that’s wonderful! but I do gotta say- I know you can feel a bit, pent up. due to a lot of your big personality being fitted within you, and that’s fantastic truly- but also it has the same effect of being stuck in your house alone for one week too long. maybe that’s why you read when you can- you get to be in a very expansive and wide world that feels different from your own… oh god did I make you yearn???? oops I’m sorry. anyways!!
you’d really thrive in some environment that feels more- “widespread” I suppose, that doesn’t mean cracking yourself open to a room of strangers, I mean just sharing yourself- still from a place of your own entertainment- what I mean is that it’d be really healthy for you to find an outlet for the pent up jitters you get- find it online if you want to try that, try little baby steps, why not?- go on one-time dates just to release a bit of what you keep inside you- interact with random people sitting next to you at bars,- no attachments, just feel out what you feel when you let your inward personality, be more outward- on a lease 🐩. I’m hearing some of you may be a little fearful of attachment even, work that out- that doesn’t mean you’ll then sacrifice your peace, you’ll just gain a wider world for yourself by gaining new connections- and obviously, with the personality and personhood that you have- you can totally just pick and choose who gets to be a part of that world and your time! you owe nothing to anyone. do you have any actual clue how many people are out there, whose perception of you is not just what they observe, but what you actually are? and their perception of you actually helps you and is used to contribute to your happiness and peace??? yea. having actual friends is freaking great. and the more you simply open yourself up to that- while staying aware and choosing who you want- that is going to be the big door that’ll be opened to you- you’ll receive so many amazing experiences and will shift and broaden your world and the worlds of others, you’ll be like a big tree, growing it’s roots around other trees- isn’t that soooo cute??? ok I’m trying to see into the future details in regards to you finding your “tribe”- spirit is honestly wanting things to be vague, so as you can remain open without any expectations. kk? I mean what I mentioned with the earlier situations gives you the clues to follow if you so choose- just be youuuu. you have more opportunities than you realize and you got all the answers to what to do within you. trust me when I say you’ll be running down the street in weird clothes and pearls, scream laughing out of breath with two girls who love you… that’s for someone here and it also applies to everyone here~
okkk pile 2s, it was stimulating being with you I’m nearly sick❤️ BAHAH anyways, in regards to any avoidant/anxious-avoidant attachment issues, just remember that heartbreak sucks, but heartbreak always just makes you hotter, and funnier. you prove that- that outcome is very real every day you exist as yourself… OKKK love you byeee❤️♡
deadass as I channeled this song, I was questioning if it was correct- and I look up to see one of your angel numbers 1212 on the clock- and then again 1221 as I type this lolll
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Once upon a time I thought you wanted me was there no one else to kiss- was it all a dream I let myself believe, I’m not over this, but I’m trying” - “party for one, if you don’t care about me, I’ll just dance with myself, back on my beat- I’ll be the one, if you don’t care about me, making love to myself, back on my beat”
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Sometimes all I think about is you- late nights in the middle of June, heat waves been fakin’ me out, can’t make you happier now”
⋆ ˖✮pile 3✮˖ ⋆
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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Page of Swords (reversed), Seven of Cups, Six of Cups (reversed), The High Priestess (reversed), The Moon (bottom of deck)
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio placements, Libra/air placements, Leo/fire Placements, 5th house placements (Venus, Mars, Jupitar, Rising, etc), inner child, old friendships, childhood renewal, 1111, 333, 444, Only Yesterday (1991), horses, channeled songs, Wildflowers and Wild Horses - Lainey Wilson, Cheap Queen - King Princess
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Ok- Hi my pile 3s! and also my pile 2s because some of yall did not leave yet and have stayed for the next reading- like seriously this whole pac is connected rn- also happy 1111 as I write this!!! um oh my gosh let me start- you are so beautiful, yes I said it for the 3rd time in this pac post why are you on my ass‼️- its so true, you all have this classic beauty, it is timeless- you are timeless- or from a different time in your aura, your beauty, how you carry yourself in this world- etc etc… and when I say “different time” I don’t just mean you embody this feminine/masculine balance straight out of the 1970s, 40s, 50s, 20s,- and all the other time periods before/after I just mentioned- I also mean you still carry with you the time you had as a young child, you carry with you the sunshine you felt on your skin when you were 3-6 yo, and the snow you felt on your hands when you were 8-11… you have kept this purity and innocence and grown with it- and holy cow do I need to congratulate you and the strength of your spirit- so often we are forced to “leave behind” our childhood years and perspective due to difficult events or what people expect of you while you reside in this worldly- world. -which really that just means internalizing and hiding away in the closet the purest state of yourself (*also this is my more queer-centric pile so hellooo my fellow queer community ✨☀️)- this is putting a hole in my own heart being in how free and high spirited you are, and how you fully embody that and always have ☀️. you have kept that warmed and soaked up the same sunshine as you did all those years ago- it might not even feel like years to you, it feels like only yesterday your childhood was your state of being and all around you- and now, you are a bit bigger but you may live in this state that no time has passed- does that make sense?? ugh dude I hope so, your energy is like the sunshine, in that, I can’t reach out and physically be in your presence- but more so I’m trying to sit in your light while my vision gets spotty and I get a little dizzy… as in- you guys are out of this worlddd💫!!! you might even be told by your family or your peers that you tend to make them “dizzy” with how you communicate- you may be the type to jump from one topic to another, while you fold your laundry- and tidy your desk drawers- and walk into another room *backward* because you are still talking and describing a detail that is “important” to the story you were recounting 10 minutes ago- you sweet thing!!!! this is adorable to be in,, if anyone’s ever made you feel bad about how you communicate, do not take it personally- its always good karma to be considerate of other’s sensitivities, but everything you do is so pure hearted- it would be so phony and ridiculous to believe any crap people say about you to be truthful. your energy is so pure and truly yours, this is your sign and confirmation to continue to not live for the external views of others and live life through your own view ☀️. Oh- i keep getting horse imagery- horses may be significant for some of you, it may be your spirit animal or a spirit guide that is close to you may take the energetic appearance of a horse (in particular for some of you it’s a very strong and matured brown colored horse of some breed), or some of you grew up around horses in some way!
Oh this is random but you may be the type to enjoy having your playlists on shuffle lol- because I just suddenly began mentally playing Cheap Queen by King Princess- so this is definitely where I will now channel the dets about your social environment my dear~!! ok sooo- I’m seeing various different types of family dymanics, big families, med sized families, even 2 person families (you + a guardian)- I sense that you have close family ties, and i know family can be complex, so let me state some variouions of what that means- you may have a close familiarity to your family’s home or yard (maybe even your neighborhood area), such as knowing every little creak that your house makes when you go to the kitchen to get a morning cup of water, I’m seeing for some of you- you are very tied to your sibling dymamic if you have siblings (I accidently wrote in all caps at first and I scared myself lol- so you may come from a family where loudness is common part of the jokes you share), or maybe even kids you knew in your neighborhood if you played with them often- things like that have stuck with you inrelation to what you look for in anykind of companionship, a sense of familiarity~ this is def the pile who believes in being drawn to your soulmate(s) or past life connections lol~ so while you have that grounded energy in wanting stablity, you also are an entertainer and you know how to have a good time!! as you should since you totally fly like a fabulous canary from room to room- you should feel more confident when you dance btw, put more energy into your shoulders with joy because the way you move literally energizes people-
now I’m getting messages on how you connect to your inner child, I’ve said before you already naturally embody your inner child (“just in a bigger body” I’m hearing- some of you may have had a big physical growth spirut as a child btw), but some messages in regards to connecting to your inner child for those of you who need some answers is to engage in more activities that return yourself to a past peaceful enviroment, this is also for those who had a more chaotic upbringing and had to turn inwardly for peace ❤️- taste is a really important sense for you returning to that younger state of peace, so certain candies (I’m hearing those fruit rollups I love those still) or fruits, snacks- simple dishes that made younger you excited and brought you joy- also I’m hearing something about sleepovers and evening activities/coziness~ so grab some blankets and make an event of staying up late if you already do that lol- anyways!! let me get back to how fun you truly are to be around my dear, I mean, seriously! If you have the opportunity go out when you can, if you already have a friend or someone familiar go to a house party nearby (keep yourselves safe!), try rollerskating if you haven’t, and get closer to someone you already know and show your colors- DRESS UP!!!! I know life can be bleak especially when you feel that life is very "closed off" and dead lol- but when I tell you the phrase “dress for the life you want”- I mean ittt~ it will align you with the environment that you desire and it will come to you so naturally (in the same way you making a coffee and taking your dog for a walk is a natural occurrence in your life!)- I’m hearing that the connections that you already have in your life are “all you need”, and by that I mean you can build off of those and shoot farther into the sky full of stars meant for you 💫. I’m hearing the quote about drawing back your arrow before you can shoot forward- if you’re feeling stuck right now, this is what I’m trying to tell you, blossom exactly where you are right now, and everything else will simply follow!!! and I know that takes courage but I KNOW you have it because it was child you’s courage that got you to this future you are currently in~ and when you start to embody their courage along with their light, I know it will be the turning point to creating the life you were always dreaming and painting in your mind~ I’m seeing bright neon lights, holding hands and toothy-laughing grins, your clothes looking exactly how you pictured months ago- this is what I see happening in the future!! please stay open to some of the connections you already have- renew them is what I’m hearing (but please follow your intuition, if you need to cut everyone except for one or two true connections then that is the right thing for you to do)- if these are people who you knew when you were a lot younger then bond on the older times and use that energy to renew into more new memories,- these older connections you have you could definitely collaborate with to mutually make new connections and go towards new experiences- I’m hearing maybe even to “get out of this town”...
phew pile 3!!!! what a way to end this pac, so happy to have met you and I feel like I took a nap in the sun- I’m really on some hazy ish rn lolll but I really hope I was helpful in any questions or worries on your beautiful mind~ I LOVE YOUUU so much, you better keep on shining- even if that’s just in front of your mirror, that’s perfect and valid ☀️👏
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “I'm five generations of blazin' a trail- through barb-wired valleys and overgrown dells- I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails” - “I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks” - “yeah, my kinda crazy's still runnin' its courses with wildflowers and wild horses”
⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “I've been alright, I’ve just been doing the same shit I've always liked- like smoking and movies and homies who bring me wine” - “-all of my girls get up early and stay out late- they drive all the way to the west side to see my face- that's good love- and I ain't no big baller when it's fake friends you're callin’”
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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️am I actually going to (*schedule to*) post this omg it feels like forever since i did this.. where was i even? whatever- its whatever- holy shit I'm putting myself out there!!!! praise be!!!! omg I'm going to get one extra hour of sleep as a treat🍰
love, vi~♡
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★. 𝐄𝐍— and the orange peel theory.
! © 𝗞𝗢𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗔 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗.
starring hee, jay, jake. + their version of the orange peel theory
━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆
he doesn't think anything of it when he snaps your chopsticks in two for you from where he is positioned across you. the plastic chairs in front of the convenience store upon which you're seated on aren't the most comfortable, the sharp edges digging into your skin on occasions when you fidget around trying to find a way to strike up a conversation with the man you can't bare to label as your friend now.
the bamboo sticks now rest on top of the lid of your bowl of instant ramen, currently waiting to be fully cooked within the three minute time frame the instructions had given you. you notice how they hadn't split equally, one having snapped away a small portion of the other side with it. the irony of it all feels comical when you detach yourself from the situation you're currently trying not to run away from.
heeseung doesn't say much as you hesitantly take the broken utensil. he can only pretend to awkwardly observe the engravings in the table, occasionally glancing at the dainty chain of the necklace hiding under your collar. it had been his fingers to graze against the skin of your neck to clasp it together for you. he wonders what hurts more; remembering, or having to force himself to forget about it all?
━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐉𝐀𝐘
the house is quiet, had been for hours now, except for your frantic breaths and hurried stomps while darting from room to room, trying to find your bearings as the time ticks by much too quickly for your liking. the alarms you'd set for your lecture hadn't rung (they had, actually— no one would dare to disagree, however), which had naturally resulted in you running late for it yet again.
your lips lift lopsidedly moments after the neatly framed picture of the happiest moment of your life catches your eye as you try to put on the stubborn socks you'd fished out from the drawer on your side of the bed. jay had always been beautiful, even back when he still had that boyish smirk constantly plastered over his face, hair a mess.
you make a mental note to wipe away the dust that had started to form a thin sheet over the wooden frame, though that too is quickly forgotten when you realize that he'd very kindly filled up your bottle with water and placed it next to the most comfortable shoes you owned he'd laid nearly on the floor by the door, certain of your forgetful habits.
━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄
layla's tail wags excitedly at the sight of the treat in your hands that you leave for her to enjoy. smoothing over the gingham sheet before laying back on the lap of your favourite person in this universe and the next, from where you look up at him, the sun blazing in the sky makes it look like he's emitting a heavenly glow. fitting for someone like sim jake.
days like this don't come by often for either of you, so having you right by him, the weather as beautiful as it could ever get. this is what he'd describe heaven to feel like. every part of his body beats with the insatiable desire to always have you as close to him as possible, day and night.
the cool breeze is a constant visitor to your little spot by the beach, a welcome addition to the already magical day. realising that he'd gotten lost in his thoughts, he looks down at your serene expression, off somewhere in dreamland, most likely. his thumb gently traces under your eyes, a ghostly touch afraid of waking you up from your deserved rest. he unclips the hair accessories he can see tugging and digging into your skin before adjusting the shade to cover your eyes.
this is his dreamland.
notes from vie: couldn't help it with the hee angst y'all im sorry it's a koishua must. it was very mild tho so yeah enjoy please i haven't exercised my enha writing skills in ages and as always pls reblog muah muah ignore any errors i haven't got the energy to correct them myself 🍊🍊
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what would a romantic relationship with your favourite/chosen celebrity be like? - PAC ★
pick a chococat !! ᯓᡣ𐭩
from left to right, top to bottom - pile 1, pile 2, pile 3, pile 4
disclaimer - i used the love story tarot deck, meaning interpretations of certain cards may be different to standard tarot!
this is also a new deck, so please let me know if it resonated or not ♡
pile 1 ୨୧
cards pulled: ten of wands, nine of swords, star, high priestess, eight of swords, five of pentacles, sun, seven of pentacles, nine of wands, two of cups, five of cups, two of wands, six of swords + chariot
the relationship between you and your celebrity would be one that may take time and effort to grow/get close to one another. a lot of effort and secrecy may be needed for it to develop into something long-term and meaningful, and there may be times where you may worry and have to sneak out in the middle of the night to meet them, or they may have moments where they'd need to explain things to you and apologise, which may add weight to such worries.
however, this would be a relationship you hold a lot of optimism towards and have longed for, and one where the two of you would simply understand each other on a more intuitive level. you would be understanding of their obligations and their career and be open to working around that, they may also have moments where they miss you, especially if secrecy or distance is involved, as well as concerns on how a relationship with secrecy and sneaking away may affect you - due to them being a celebrity.
but this would be a relationship that would bring the both of you a lot of happiness despite the initial challenges, there would be a sense of hope and dreaminess involved. they would easily make you flustered, even with simple acts or comments, and the two of you would think of each other while working etc., where you would look forward to the next time the two of you would meet. with the two of cups, it would be a relationship with a lot of love and depth, and paired with the six of swords, you would enjoy each others company and conversations and never get bored of each other.
with the chariot, despite the slow burn at the beginning, the relationship would end up being fast moving once the two of you get over any hurdles/challenges presented to you. it could very well be a relationship that could last long-term.
pile 2 ୨୧
cards pulled: high priestess, two of pentacles, page of cups, ten of pentacles, nine of cups, seven of swords, queen of cups, devil, temperance, ten of swords, two of cups, justice, sun + three of pentacles
similarly to pile 1, you and your celebrity would be connected intuitively, you would understand each other on a deeper level, however, the two of you may be different yet similar. there is an air of maturity and depth to you, you are the queen of cups, someone who is emotionally mature and open, you have a warm heart and take care of those you care about. your celebrity is the page of cups, they are idealists, possibly romantic dreamers and can sometimes express their feelings in innocent yet charming ways.
within this relationship, this celebrity would bring out the best in you, you would take care of yourself especially well, including your appearance, and they would spoil you mainly in material items or gifts - their love language may be gift giving. the two of you would get along really well with each others side of the family, and it may be a relationship which lasts at least for a few years.
it would be a balanced relationship, and the two of you would have a deep love for one another, although there may be times where there is distance or coldness between the both of you, this could stem from disagreements - relating to difference in maturity levels or the ways in which you express your affection. the relationship as a whole, with the nine of cups, would be incredibly successful though, and paired with the seven of swords, if your celebrity is successful in terms of their career, they would definitely share their earnings with you, especially as they would love to shower you with gifts.
With the devil card, there would be a lot of passion within the relationship, as well as a strong physical attraction towards one another.
Overall, with the justice, sun and three of pentacles, this relationship would be fair, balanced, full of happiness and positivity, as well as one where you not only have a love for each other, but a friendship - this may have been a relationship that first started off as friends.
pile 3 ୨୧
cards pulled: six of pentacles, nine of swords, seven of cups, star, ten of wands, three of wands, page of cups, justice, knight of pentacles, emperor, six of swords, queen of wands, four of wands + two of cups
y'all I'm getting serious puppy and lover boy energy from this celebrity, like jake from enhypen - golden retriever energy. they would be so loving, possibly even wearing their heart on their sleeves. they would melt at the sight of you, spoil you with affection, and likely be the ones to pursue you - they would be shy yet determined in a way.
there would of course be worries mainly on your end, and you may miss them when they aren't around - like looking at their photos or watching their content. it would be a relationship you longed for, like a wish come true. it would take a while for the relationship to develop, but there is so much hope and potential for it and the two of you would be imagining and planning for what the future has to offer.
it would be such a balanced and loving relationship, but the two of you would also be the IT couple - and you guys would fit together like puzzle pieces. they would bring out the queen of wands in you - someone who is confident, passionate, enthusiastic, and alluring. you would shine so bright in this relationship, it's like you bring out the best in each other.
your celebrity would be the emperor in this relationship - where they may express their love and affection outwardly like the page of cups, idealistic, romantic, with a sense of innocence and charm, the emperor is more stable and grounded, a family-oriented person who makes sure everything is going well, that you're doing alright. they're like husband/wife material, and they bring you a sense of calm and security, like there's nothing to worry about.
overall, with the six of swords and two of cups, there would be so much love, affection, and meaningful conversation. you would love being in each others company and thrive together. they would definitely be obsessed with you in a cute way, serious puppy energy. this is honestly the sweetest pile.
pile 4 ୨୧
cards pulled: two of cups, two of swords, lovers, ace of pentacles, nine of wands, six of wands, judgement, three of swords, hierophant, five of cups, three of pentacles, world, page of wands + strength
not gonna lie, i was worried at first until more cards fell out. this relationship would be so lovely, but with its own set of challenges, mainly surrounding jealousy and misunderstandings.
there would be so much love for one another, the two of cups AND the lovers?? (which explains the jealousy) your celebrity would also be the biggest flirt and would get you flustered almost instantly and at random moments which would catch you completely off guard. but, because they are such flirts, you may feel heartbroken at times due to misunderstandings and doubting whether their intentions towards you are genuine. because of this, the two of you may spend some time apart putting your thoughts together, maybe even seeking advice from friends - on both sides.
it's funny because the cards i pulled had a woman with two friends, and another card of a man with his two friends, so the both of you would be trying to get to the bottom of this and working on better understanding how to approach this situation and where you see your relationship heading, as well as hearing out other perspectives from trusted people.
with the page of wands, your celebrity is incredibly charming, almost irresistible and they may be quite smug at times. they're confident once they know what they're doing and what they want, even if they were initially worried or uncertain. and, with the strength card, none of you would give up, even more so them. they would put all their eggs in one basket to be with you, especially as they have such strong feelings, so they would keep working at it, and opening communication between you two so that misunderstandings don't arise again.
overall, with the ace of pentacles and the world, you may buy a home together and eventually get married - or at least be a long-term and meaningful relationship despite misunderstandings and jealousy that may have arisen in the beginning. there would be a need for communication and having to work through such issues to get there.
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[Mystic Messenger] A Romanticist♥ Who Comes With the Gentle Spring Breeze, If You Dream of a Sweet Love? April, ZEN’s Birthday Event Announcement
Hello, it’s Cheritz.
These days, we feel that spring has come when we see the flowers and green leaves blooming on the roadside.
Coordinator when you think of spring, what comes to mind first?
New beginnings, cherry blossoms, picnics, lovers, etc...
It is also said to be the season when love blossoms, perhaps because of the gentle spring breeze.
Perhaps that's why the star of April that we're introducing today is a man you can't help but love(?).
Did everybody catch on~? ZEN’s birthday is back! 💝
For more details, please check below~ 😉
< ① ZEN’s Birthday Event >
What is the surprise gift prepared by Coordinator for ZEN, who is busy with his day job even though his birthday is just around the corner ?!
It is said that you have been thinking for a long time about what gift to give him, who had just started a new project and had little time to sleep.
It is said that you prepared a coffee truck to support him and the staff so they take good care of him.
A coffee truck present is something that every celebrity dreams of at least once.
There are rumors that he was happier because ZEN's first coffee truck present was the Coordinator... ?
On-site photos showing the happy staff and ZEN will be released soon, so please just a bit. 😉
Additionally, a retweet event will be held at X on ZEN's birthday.
Among those who retweet, we will give away 50 hourglasses⌛ through a drawing♥ (15 people)
Additionally, we have prepared a bonus event to celebrate ZEN's birthday!
Using hashtag #happy_birthday_ZEN celebrate his birthday and don’t miss out on the 50 hourglasses⌛ you can get from a drawing♥ (15 people)
Lastly, a discount event on ZEN-related goods will be held to commemorate the birthday.
For those of you who were hesitant to purchase, please★ take advantage of this opportunity!
Cheritz Market Discount Period : March 28th(Thurs) 2PM ~ April 4th(Thurs) 2PM
< ② In-Game Login Event>
Please access the game during the event period below, enjoy the game with the title image celebrating ZEN's birthday, and celebrate his birthday as well🎉
Also, don’t miss out on ZEN’s birthday celebration login rewards!
Title Image Period : March 28th(Thurs) ~ April 10th(Wed)
ZEN’s birthday celebration login reward : March 31st(Sun) ~ April 3rd(Wed)
Did you receive the April event news we prepared?
We would like to bow our heads in gratitude in advance to the Coordinators who will participate in the birthday celebration event with ZEN.
Just like the warm weather, we hope your daily life is filled with warmth and happiness!
Thank you!
Sincerely, Cheritz
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-ˋˏ*・★。STARTER CALL → ACCEPTING !
❝ I don't .... I don't remember ... ❞ She pauses , memories she would rather forget assaulting her consciousness ( oh she remembers , partly , but they don't answer her questions ; they only raise more with each unwelcome flash ) her eyes squeeze shut , as if she's willing away the unwelcome glimpses of the past . ❝ I don't know who I am .... what I am . ❞ // @wizardslays !
#:)))))))))))))))))#wizardslays#・★ *｡:- VERSE / STRANGER THINGS ══ ❝ my own sun darkened ; haunting via the stars ; the ghost of a light long gone ❞#・★ *｡:- QUEUE ══ ❝ can you hear me now? ❞
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໒꒱ ⌒ ｡ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★ · ⟆ ﹏ ！
⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ﹙🪽﹚ 夢のような放心状態 ୨ৎ . . .
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝐽 𝐽 𝐾 𝑀 𝑒 𝑛 𝑥 𝐹 𝑒 𝑚 𝑅 𝑒 𝑎 𝑑 𝑒 𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶ㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ㅤೀ
— 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪, 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪, 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘠𝘶𝘵𝘢, 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦 <3
˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | 五条 悟 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬
The sun sets low on the horizon, As he looks at his lover with love, His heart beating with a passionate rhythm, As he watches the gentle curves of her face.
With each passing moment, his love grows, Filling him with a warmth he cannot deny, He longs to hold her close, never letting go, For she is the missing piece to his puzzle.
Her eyes, like pools of deep e/c, Captivate him and hold his gaze, He cannot look away, for fear of losing, The one thing that brings him happiness.
The soft breeze carries her laughter, And it soothes his weary soul, For in her presence, he feels whole, And all his troubles are forgotten.
He remembers the first time they met, And how her smile lit up his world, He knew from that moment on, That she was the one he had been searching for.
The way her hair falls around her face, Glistening in the fading light, It takes his breath away, And he counts his blessings for having her in his life.
He reaches out to touch her, But she is just an illusion in his mind, For she is gone, never to return, And his heart breaks all over again.
Tears fall silently down his cheeks, As he watches her fade into the night, He knows he can never truly have her, But still, he holds on to their memories tight.
For even though she is not physically there, She will always hold a special place in his heart, And the love that he feels for her, Will never truly die, even when they are apart.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒 恵 ─ 𔒌 . ♡𝆬
He stands there in awe, watching her every move, Mesmerized by her beauty, so graceful and smooth. His lover, his confidant, his greatest treasure, His heart beats faster, his love knows no measure.
Her eyes, like stars, shining so bright, Her smile, like sunshine, chasing away the night. He can't help but smile, feeling so blessed, To have her in his life, his love always confessed.
She looks at him with those eyes, full of love, And he can't believe it's real, like a gift from above. His heart swells with emotions, too great to contain, He knows in that moment, nothing can ever cause him pain.
He takes her hand, and pulls her close, Feeling her warmth, he's loves overdose. Her touch, her scent, fills his soul, He knows in her arms, he's finally whole.
He whispers sweet words, words of love, And she listens, like an angel from above. Her voice, like music, soothes his soul, Making him feel complete, making him feel whole.
He kisses her lips, so soft and sweet, Their love so pure, their love so deep. He never wants to let her go, For she's the one who makes his heart glow.
As they dance under the stars, in each other's embrace, He knows in her arms, is his favorite place. His love for her, limitless and true, For she's his everything, his lover, his muse.
And as the night comes to an end, He looks at her with love, his best friend. He knows in his heart, this love will never fade, For she's his everything, his lover, his soulmate.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 | 虎杖 悠仁 ─ 𓐐𓎩 . ♡𝆬
He sat there, gazing at her with pure adoration, His heart overflowing with love, no hesitation. Watching her every move, his eyes never stray, For her beauty captivates him in every single way.
From the way her hair falls, to the curve of her smile, He could watch her for hours, never tiring, not even for a while. Her eyes, a sea of emotion, shining bright, Reflecting the depth of their love, with each and every light.
As she moves gracefully, like a ballerina in a dream, He's lost in the moment, nothing else in his mind seems. Her laughter, like music, a symphony in his ears, Bringing him joy and happiness, beyond his wildest fears.
With every breath she takes, his heart beats a little faster, Her presence, a blessing, filling his life with laughter. Her touch, like magic, igniting a fire within, A love so pure, it feels almost like a sin.
He can't imagine a life without her by his side, For she's his everything, his heart, his soul, his pride. As she looks at him with those eyes, so filled with trust, He knows in that moment, their love is more than just.
He reaches for her hand, intertwining their fingers, Feeling a sense of completeness, as his heart lingers. Their love, a bond that surpasses all boundaries, A love that will withstand any life's uncertainties.
In this world full of chaos, she's his sense of calm, She's his light in the dark, his healing balm. Every day, he thanks the stars above, For blessing him with a love so pure, and a lover to love.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 | 宿儺 ─ 𓇢𓆸 . ♡𝆬
The room is dim and cold, But his gaze burns like fire. Staring at her with love untold, His heart filled with desire.
Though his nature is cruel, Her beauty softens his heart. And in her eyes, he sees a jewel, A priceless piece of art.
He knows his faults, But she sees past them all. In her arms, he halts, As she breaks down his wall.
He never thought he'd feel, Anything but rage and hate. But with her, it's all so real, A love that he can't negate.
His touch is rough and harsh, But his heart beats for her. Though his words often pierce and lash, Her love remains pure.
He was once a cold-hearted man, But she thawed his icy soul. With her, he feels alive again, No longer in control.
He knows he doesn't deserve her, But she stands by his side. In her love, he finds shelter, A place where he can hide.
He may be cruel to others, But with her, he is kind. In her arms, he discovers, A love he never thought he'd find.
And so he stands, looking at her, With love in his cruel eyes. For she is the only one, his lover, Who sees through his disguise.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 | 七海 建人 ─ ☘︎ . ♡𝆬
With eyes as deep as oceans, He gazes upon his love, Heart bursting with pure emotion, And the stars shine from above.
Her beauty is unmatched, In his eyes she's perfection, Every moment spent with her, Is like a sweet addiction.
Her laughter, like music, Fills his soul with pure delight, Casting away any darkness, With its warm and gentle light.
He can't help but smile, As she looks back at him, For in her loving gaze, He sees his entire world within.
Her touch is like magic, Sending shivers down his spine, He never wants to let go, For she is his greatest find.
He longs to hold her close, And feel her heartbeat against his, Whispering words of love, In each and every kiss.
They've been through it all, The highs and the lows, But together they've conquered, All their fears and woes.
He knows he's found his soulmate, In this woman he holds dear, And he thanks the heavens, For bringing her near.
With love that knows no limits, He'll stand by her side, Through every storm and struggle, Their love will forever abide.
So as he looks upon her, With all the love in his heart, He knows that she's his forever, And they'll never be apart.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 | 夏油 傑 ─ 𓆉 . ♡𝆬
As the rain poured down on the deserted streets, A man stood alone, with a heart full of deceit. His eyes locked on his lover, standing near, But the love he felt, came with a sneer.
For this man was cruel, and heartless too, No one knew the darkness, that he kept in lieu. But as he stared at his lover, so pure and true, His heart ached with a love, he couldn't undo.
He longed to hold her, to kiss her sweet lips, But his anger and hatred, were his only grips. He wanted to tell her, how much he cared, But his twisted nature, left his love ensnared.
A tear fell from his eye, as he watched her smile, For she was the only one, who could break his vile. He wanted to tell her, how sorry he was, But his pride and ego, were his biggest cause.
The way she looked at him, with eyes full of adoration, Made him wonder, if he was worthy of her affection. For she showed him a love, he never knew, A love that was pure, and so true.
But he, was scared to show, The love he felt, the softness that glowed. So he stood there, with a heart full of love, But his actions and words, were far from enough.
He knew he didn't deserve, the love she gave, But he couldn't let her go, he was her willing slave. His cruelty and anger, were his only shield, But deep down inside, his love was unconcealed.
As the rain continued to pour, the man couldn't move, For he was overwhelmed, by the love he couldn't prove. So he just stood there, with a heart full of pain, Hoping one day, his love would not be in vain.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒甚爾 ─ 𓆤 . ♡𝆬
He stood across the room, His heart heavy with despair, In his arms, he held his lover, With pain, written all over her.
He looked at her with love, A love that was once vibrant, But now shattered and broken, Like a mirror never to be mended.
He remembered the days, When she was his ray of light,
Her smile could light up his world, But now, she had lost her spark.
He longed for the days, When they were happy and whole, But now, they were just fragments, Of a beautiful love they used to know.
He wanted to hold her, to mend her, To make her whole again, But he knew deep down, That their love was beyond repair.
He couldn't help but feel guilty, For not being able to save her, He had promised to always protect her, But he had failed to keep his word.
Tears streamed down his face, As he gazed at her broken form, He knew he had to let her go, For her own good, he had to be strong.
He kissed her forehead gently, Whispering words of love and goodbye, For though their love was broken, His love for her would never die.
He took one last look at her, His heart heavy and shattered, But he knew he had to move on, For their love story had now ended.
He walked away with a heavy heart, Leaving behind the woman he loved, But he knew in his heart, That she would always be his one true love.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 | 脹相 ─ 𖤣𖥧 . ♡𝆬
His love for her runs deep, A feeling he cannot keep. As he gazes into her eyes, The world around him dies.
In this moment, all he sees, Is the beauty and grace of she. A masterpiece in every way, His heart in her hands, she'll sway.
His love for her, pure and true, Infinite, like the ocean blue. With every breath, he feels, A love that forever reels.
Her touch, a blissful fire, His heart, a captive wire. Her smile, a beacon of light, Guiding him through the darkest night.
He could search the whole world over, But would never find another, A lover with a heart so kind, A soul that forever intertwined.
In her arms, he finds solace, His heart in her love, he'll place. For her, he would cross any sea, Just to prove his love's honesty.
With every glance, he's reminded, Of the love they have unbounded. In this moment, he knows, She's his forever, wherever they go.
So he looks at her with love, A love that fits like a glove. And in her eyes, he sees, A love that's meant to be.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 | 乙骨 憂太 ─ ✉ . ♡𝆬
In the stillness of the night, As the stars danced in the sky, He gazed upon his lover, With love shining in his eyes.
She lay peacefully beside him, Her hair spread out like a fan, He couldn't help but marvel, At the perfection of this woman.
His heart swelled with love, For this angel in his arms, She was his everything, His light, his shelter from harm.
He traced her delicate features, Her smooth skin against his hand, And in that moment, He knew he was the luckiest man.
For she was more than just a lover, She was his best friend, Together they had overcome, Life's trials, they had no end.
With her, he was whole, She completed his soul, And in her, he found, A love that made him whole.
He pressed a gentle kiss, On her forehead so soft, And whispered words of love, In a voice so sweet and loft.
She stirred in her sleep, And held him tight, In that moment, he knew, She was his forever, his light.
For love is not just words, But actions, feelings too, And as he looked at her, He knew his love was true.
So he held her close, And watched her slumber, For in her peaceful state, He found his heart's number.
And as the night gave way, To the dawn's first light, He whispered one last time, 'I love you, my beautiful sight.'
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 | 狗巻 棘 ─ ♬ . ♡𝆬
His heart beats fast, he cannot hide, The love he feels for his sweet love. With every glance, his heart takes flight, For she is his everything, his shining light.
Her eyes, like stars, sparkle and shine, Such beauty, he can't believe she's his. The way she smiles, it melts his core, He knows he couldn't ask for more.
As he gazes at her, lost in thought, He can't help but feel so deeply caught. In the web of love, she's spun around him, His heart so full, it feels like it could burst at the brim.
His fingers trace her soft, delicate face, And he thanks his lucky stars for her embrace. For in her love, he's found his home, No longer lost, no longer alone.
With every breath, he takes her in, For she is his salvation, his everlasting sin. He is consumed by her, body and soul, Her love has made him whole.
He could stare at her for eternity, His love for her, a never-ending symphony. Nothing could ever measure up, To the love he feels, overflowing like a cup.
With every beat of his heart, he knows it's true, He's found his forever in her, his love anew. So he continues to gaze, lost in her eyes, For she's his one true love, his forever paradise.
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Make Me Water | JiKook x Reader
pairings: jikook x fem!reader, smut, fluff, established relationship with jk and reader.
warnings: threesome-f/m/m, oral, double penetration, fingering, anal, creampies (by bofum lol), squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, implied consensual rough sex, cuck jk, just pure smut really, jungkook calls reader 'mama', aftercare, sweet talk.
words: 19,827
summary: It's a hot, sticky summer in Seoul. Heat warnings are in effect. But when the night falls and breeze begins to blow, what better way to cool off than have some fun poolside with your man and his bestfriend?
also cross-posted on ao3
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Stepping out onto the terrace, you slid the door that led out to the private pool closed behind you with a quiet shut, “Hurry and join us, baby.” You hummed, turning back to give your partner a final smile from over your shoulder right before you closed the door.
Once outside, the warm breeze from the summer night’s air fanned over your skin. The gentle sounds of flowing water filled the open air. Soft, steady waves from a stream echoed through the space you had been standing in. Splish, splish, splish. It was calming. Relaxing. You could use it as a form of asmr even.
It had been scorching hot outside today. The temperatures steadily crept to an alarming 90 degrees Fahrenheit by midday. Calling for a heat warning and advising all citizens to stay indoors to try and keep cool in any way they could. And stay cool, you did. Lounging for most of the day near the air conditioner in the living room. A novel in hand and your body curled up comfortably on the single couch. Eyes crossing every now and then to watch your man and his best friend keeping themselves entertained with video games for most of the day.
Now, it was well into the night. Safe for you to step outside for some much needed fresh air. The sun had long cleared the sky. Bidding your time zone a good evening with rays of light so beautiful with glimmers of orange and yellow sunlight shining across the horizon and then saying goodnight when the dark hues of blue and green from night befalling faded into a pitch black night sky. Stars speckled the once blue sky now. The moon shining at its highest. The gentle noise of crickets and the buzzing of cicadas alike sounded through the air. All a telltale sign that summer was at its peak.
The air was still sticky and warm but the breeze that blew every now and then made the difference. The trees and bushes in the distance ruffled when the wind blew. Large leaves on the trees above your head fanning you almost. The cool night’s wind blew a kiss against your face. Into your hair. Gently caressing your skin as a silent hello from the earth. Telling you that the sun was gone for now and it was finally okay for you to step outside for the first time of the day and inhale the night’s air.
From your side, you could hear the gentle lull of a waterfall from a fountain that led to the terrace pool. That’s the direction you were heading in. Taking a step onto the cobblestone concrete, you noticed that even the interlocking patterns of brick were still warm from the heat today. It was a nice contrast. The warm concrete on your bare feet and the breeze blowing through the oversized t-shirt you wore made you remember how much you loved the summertime.
Tonight was the perfect night.
You couldn’t have asked for anything better than this.
“The water isn’t getting any less wet, beautiful. Come on in.”
Or could you?
“How’s the water?” You asked your friend who was already wading in the pool, your hands in front of the hems of your t-shirt, “Not too cold, right?” You hummed, turning around so that your back was facing your friend as you easily pulled the material of your shirt upwards to tug it off from over your head, tossing it over onto a chair as you shook your hair out, letting the locks fall over your shoulders and down your back in a mermaid-like style,
“It’s perfect.” He responded and you could feel the smile in his voice, “Just the right temp.” He mused and you turned around to face him. Eyes falling onto the creamy skin illuminated by the soft lights fluoresced around the pool. He glowed almost. Sparkled. Park Jimin was absolutely gorgeous.
Suddenly, your hands flew to your chest because yes… you were half naked.
Standing there with your hands covering your bare chest, you hardly heard your friend calling for you. The soft octave of his voice slowing and dulling to a reverb that you couldn’t hear while you lost yourself staring at the way his skin radiated.
“Did you hear me, hun?” You heard him better now as his voice began to cut through the ringing in your ears and you looked out towards him, knees trembling with a new found nervousness as you watched your friend floating around the pool with a seeming carefreeness while he awaited you to join him in the water.
“What was that?” You asked, “I zoned out.” You mumbled more to yourself than him.
“I’m feeling quite lonely the longer I float here by myself. The water might just turn cold from my unending loneliness.” Jimin’s voice drooped sadly from the other side of the pool, his body bounced lightly within the water he floated in. His dancer-like form swaying around freely in the water as if he were a real life mermaid.
“I’m good over here.” You swallowed hard, your teeth gnawing on the inner part of your cheek. No, you weren’t good. You were salivating at the thought of joining Jimin in the water but the side of you that had a smidge of shame left said otherwise. Making you unable to move from the spot you were standing in. Jimin made you nervous to be shirtless in front of him. Nervous of him perceiving you. Nervous to be doing this with him.
A big part of you wanted to dive head first into the pool he was waiting for you in. You wish you could go back to the person you were a mere five seconds ago. The person that was giddy with excitement to do this.
That shameless part of you wanted to shake off any anxiety you had bubbling in you and just jump. But the more you stood there… The more you watched this man that was practically ethereal wading around in the water as if he was a deadly siren waiting to lure you in with the sweet melody of his voice, the more you hesitated. You turned back to look at the door where your partner was still busy in the kitchen and you sighed quietly to yourself. Silently pleading for your muse to hurry and come outside to join you.
Jimin let out a noise of displease from your stalling and sank backwards for a moment into the water, head tilted backwards to wet the shaggy black hair on his head. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple move up and down when he swallowed. Eyes studying the strength of his jaw that you could see perfectly from the way he tilted his head back. He knew what he was doing without even acknowledging it. Just like the siren he was. You shifted on your feet as you practically watched him seduce you into the water,
“Hm.” He huffed before he lifted his head out of the water and shook his soaked hair out. The silver highlights he sported in his hair flung to and from. Water from his hair sprayed around his form and trickled from his neck length hair to his throat, chest and finally disappeared into the water rising steadily, “Please?” He whined, a sad pout forming along his rosy, plump lips while he watched you.
You stood there with your arms crossing tighter over your chest. Wispy hair flying from the way your head shook with hesitation, “Are you sure you didn’t pee in the water and that’s why it’s so warm?” You teased, the sarcasm prevalent in your voice because did fairies like Jimin even pee? Probably. “Let’s see.” You hummed, taking a step closer to the edge of the pool, stretching your foot out and dipping the tip of your toe into it, “Yah, it’s cold! You lied!” You whined, body recoiling from the water temperature, “I’ll just watch you swim around from here in case you don’t drown.” You nodded with a smile, quick to turn on your heels to retreat back towards the safety and comfort of the chairs lining the swimming pool.
You never had any intention to be in the pool but it was a hot summer night and the water looked inviting to say the least. How you managed to get Jimin to agree to this was beyond you. It wasn’t as if this part of the house hadn’t already been explored by you and your inquisitiveness. For example, you might have enjoyed a few swims or two in the early mornings during your visit here when the member’s slept in because the night prior’s crazy antics (video gaming and karaoke sessions) had gone well into the early wee hours of the morning and they were far too tired to join you.
And what was this place exactly? This was a vacation home for you all. A place where you had frequented to spend special moments together. Away from the public. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Away from… everything. The Soop House was a place you cherished being in. A place everyone considered as their little getaway.
The first time being here was in the wintertime years ago. Taehyung’s birthday. What a memorable night it was. A special night that you would hold close to your heart until the end of time.
You’ve visited this house many times after that. Sometimes with the members to celebrate birthdays and other festivities. Sometimes with your partner when the two of you just needed some time away from life’s busy schedules. Or with your girlfriends for a little weekend girl’s trip getaway.. And sometimes alone when you just wanted to get away to enjoy the beauty of experiencing the Soop all by yourself.
This was a special place.
And it wasn’t special because it was nestled away in an isolated forest that was guarded at all times by private security.
It was special because it was only for BTS and you.
You didn’t think your zany idea of skinny dipping in a pool at midnight would be taken so eagerly by your friend. It was simply a thought you blurted out during dinner. Something that came to your mind under the influence of a few glasses of wine and how good Jimin looked while being as relaxed as he was today.
Perhaps it was the enthusiasm that had you thinking second thoughts. I mean. you were down for taking a dip into the pool with your friend while your man watched from afar. That was until you realized Jimin and your man were both equally into the idea of doing it. Of course they were! To think that they would be against such an inviting idea was silly of you. You must have forgotten who you were dealing with tonight. This was Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk for crying out loud.
You truly thought Jimin would at least politely decline out of respect for you (and the fact that you were in a relationship with his best friend) but oh no, honey. Did you truly believe that? Did you actually think Jimin could and would ever say no to you? Clearly you did not expect anything from Jimin until you caught onto him inching his way to the doors of the house that led to the private pool once he had finished helping your man clean up after dinner.
Even Jungkook’s own eyebrow raised in question when he noticed his hyung had barely hung around to chat and instead, booked it straight to the pool after dinner. Claiming he wanted to enjoy the last night in the Soop House’s pool before he had to jet off to Japan the next day. Pfft. Yeah, right. You played along though and so did your man. Nodding with enthusiasm as he told you to run along and join Jimin while he prepared the three of you something delicious to drink.
You clearly were not quick enough to realize Jimin had been waiting for your offer for a very… long time. And you clearly were not quick enough for Jimin now who had swiftly made his way from one side of the pool to the spot where you stood, his wet hand reaching out from the water and grabbing you by the ankle just as you were about to turn away,
Barely having a chance to register what was happening, you only had enough time to let out a shriek as you felt yourself get pulled to the water. Thankfully, your body fell backwards into the pool rather than forward. Otherwise, falling face first into the pool’s ledge only to be pulled in by the hungry water monster named Jimin would have been extremely painful and… embarrassing on your part.
With arms flailing in the air, you fell pathetically into the pool. Body crashing into the water and almost body checking Jimin’s wet form with your shoulders like a superstar football linebacker as he dragged you into his arms. You were never an elegant faller and could even compare your clumsiness on a Namjoon level. Surely, you would have seen this coming.
Jimin spared you no time to react or at least prepare yourself to be pulled into the water. Turning your back away from him was your first mistake, “JIMIN!” You yelled, body thrashing around in the water as you tried to find your footing against the floor of the pool, “My hair!” You yelped, feeling the back of your head get splashed with water and soak the hair you had freshly straightened just a few hours prior to this night, “I’m gonna kill you, I swear.” You threatened, finally being able to find your balance now that you were no longer floating on your back in the water,
“Had to get you in somehow.” Jimin only responded between his airy chuckles, “I’m sorry. I had to.” He didn’t sound apologetic in the slightest and your eyes narrowed in annoyance,
“Seriously. I’ll choke you out.” You twisted around in Jimin’s hold at once and glared at him, wet hands coming up to clasp around Jimin’s neck, not fully choking him (although you wanted to). “You’re gonna die, Park Jimin.” You announced with confidence, giving his neck within your hands a playful squeeze,
“Do it.” He challenged, “Maybe I like that.” Jimin flashed you his signature toothy smile and you felt the goosebumps raise on your skin from his shamelessness.
“Gross.” You muttered, hands dropping from his throat in defeat.
One thing about Jimin was that he hardly ever felt embarrassment around you or any of his fellow members. He was comfortable and confident around you all. Often blurting out random things that he would never on this green earth utter in public.
“What? You don’t like being choked?” He questioned with a menacing grin and suddenly you felt his firm palm that was resting against your hip to ensure your fall into the water wouldn’t be too catastrophic. He was so close to you right now. Too close. So close that you could smell the lingering scent of his cologne still on his skin mixed with the chlorine from the water. So close that the hand placed on your hip felt heavy and strong against your skin. His touch felt searing. As if he could expel fire from his very palms.
Feeling exposed under his overwhelming gaze, you quickly realized you were standing there in nothing but your bikini underwear. Knowing you were tits out in the water like nobody’s business made your hands fly once more to your chest to cover yourself as if Jimin hadn’t already snuck a glance. “Stop staring at me.” You spoke with a crack in your voice and felt the burn in your cheeks flow from your face straight down to between your thighs, “You’re making me nervous.” You confessed with a glum whisper, lips pressing together tight in regret as soon as you spoke. You sounded so stupid.
Jimin’s gaze softened immediately when you spoke and the playful gleam in his eyes he had all this time prior to this moment had long disappeared, “Hey, pretty… if you’re not– If you changed your mind. We don’t–” He started, hands moving up and away from anywhere close to your body to give you space, “I can go grab you a shirt.” His eyes scanned over your head towards the poolside to see if the shirt he had stripped off was still hanging off the chair he had tossed it onto, “Just wait here–” He had already began to back away to cross to the other side of the pool and you shook your head quickly,
“No.. don’t do that. It’s just–” You gulped then took a deep breath, finally allowing your gaze to meet Jimin’s eyes,
Jimin’s lips pursed lightly before he titled his head to the side in confusion, “What is it?” He asked, “Are you feeling okay?” The worry in his voice was clear and now he had begun to think you were starting to get sick,
“No… It’s just you’re so.. you.” You mumbled, “This is like, fuck, I don’t know.. the second time in the history of our friendship that you made me feel nervous.” You let out a quiet laugh, head hanging in embarrassment, “You’re just so… fucking hot.” You finally said the words you had been chanting in your head the entire time you had been standing along the poolside watching Jimin’s effortless attempts at luring you into the pool, “I can’t believe this is happening.” You started to laugh more as you realized how silly you sounded,
Perhaps you were imagining things. The close proximity you both were now in surely made your mind hazy. So hazy that you hallucinated the fiery chemistry of his body close to yours. You didn’t even notice he had his hand placed on your hip before not because he was a creep but to make sure you didn’t sink too much into the water when he had pulled you in. And although he was no longer touching you, you somehow still felt the tingling on your skin where his hands were once placed.
Jimin let out a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling into pretty little half moons when they closed, “Oh, love.” He took a breath between laughs and shook his head, “You’re flattering me too much.” He rolled his eyes and let his body float closer to you, “I’ve never seen you like this.” Jimin hummed out with please, “It’s pretty cute.” He nodded, leaning in close to your ear, “But you have to understand, the only person here who’s…” His voice dropped to a hushed mumble, “....fucking hot is you.” His voice sounded almost too seductive for your comprehension and suddenly the water felt boiling hot, “That’s just my humble opinion but I assure you, anyone would agree with me.” Jimin smiled confidently at you. A sparkly grin that made your knees buckle under you at once,
You wobbled and lost balance from his words. Wanting to kick yourself for how easy it was for you to fold for sweet talk. Actually, scratch that. You hardly ever reacted to anyone flirting with you unless it was your man. But something in the way Jimin spoke. With that lowered Busan accent. That surety. The confidence. The way he spoke with such honesty. He meant what he said and Jimin never crossed you as a liar.
No wonder your legs feel like jelly. And suddenly you felt your foot slip from under your body. You were shorter than Jimin and the water was already up to your shoulders. Your feet were already barely touching the bottom of the pool. He didn’t want you to lose your footing again and slip under. Not like you would drown or anything but getting water in your nose and down your throat wasn’t the greatest experience on earth, was it. So, he grabbed you when you struggled to balance. Hands circling around your waist with one resting along the small of your back and the other against your hip in the same spot it once stayed.
“Careful.” He mused and you nodded dumbly. Your mind and body already feeling weak from his presence alone.
“Right.” Was all you said when he caught you again and made sure you didn’t gulp down a mouthful of pool water when you slipped, “Thank you.” You muttered like a goof, still at a loss for words. Your mind was racing at a million miles per hour. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as you attempted to process what he just said to you. Your vocabulary had dwindled to just a handful of words at the moment but that was good enough for Jimin. He never seemed to mind silence.
With Jimin’s soft gaze on your face and the silence falling comfortably between the two of you, he took his chance to admire your face. He took in the glitter on your eyelids from your makeup. The soft curve of your lips accompanied by the pink gloss you wore. The light blush staining your cheeks. So, so, so cute. This shy persona of yours was growing on Jimin and he couldn’t help but smile giddily from it. “Don’t say thank you. Just believe me.” He nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. Much like he always did to you whenever he could.
Embracing the soft touch of Jimin’s lips on your forehead, you nodded a silent acknowledgment towards him. Your hands were still covering your chest and now your palms felt foreign. As if they were never meant to be there. Taking a careful breath, you slowly dropped your hands from over your chest as you looked at Jimin. He tried not to immediately lower his stare to your chest but failed and took a glance.
Now, yes, Jimin was a flirt. It was universally known that he had a little bit of a promiscuous side. However, a gentleman is what he stayed no matter what. However, in this moment? When the most obscene thoughts began to swarm his mind? He had to keep his words to himself because you were absolutely perfect. That’s all he could think. Damn perfect. The voice in his head corrected him.
His lowered gaze made you feel isolated under his stare but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling in the slightest. If anything, your nervousness now had seemed to begin to disappear thanks to his reassurance, “You’re so gorgeous.” He breathed out coolly, “Really.” He nodded quickly, lips spreading into a smile, “Jungkook, you lucky motherfucker.” He grumbled which made you let out a giggle,
“Shut up.” You gave his shin a jab with your foot from under the water, “He knows how lucky he is. Trust me.” You hummed, “I make sure he knows. Everyday.” You smiled confidently at Jimin, feeling more comfortable now.
“So,” Jimin began to smile wider in response. His playful side back as if it never left, “You didn’t answer my question.” He reminded you with a nudge, “You like being choked out?” He asked again and you grunted,
“Freak.” You muttered under your breath and thought about actually strangling him for real this time. But instead, you found yourself immediately lost under his gaze. He swallowed you whole with his stare. Pretty brown eyes illuminated by the night sky’s reflection against the water making him look absolutely unreal, “I’ll tell you what…” You began, hands moving from within the water to place onto your friend’s bare shoulders to make him focus on just you, “Why don’t you try to find out?” You asked with a challenge in your voice, “I’ll allow it.” You mused nonchalantly as if you were both sharing a casual conversation,
Jimin felt his breath get stuck in his throat and now it was his turn to be shy. Your hands holding onto his shoulders now felt like bricks weighing down on his back. Your nails pushing lightly into the trap muscles along his skin felt as if they would leave etches in his skin tomorrow and you were barely touching him. The attraction between the two of you might just be stronger than you and Taehyung. Now Jimin understood why he was never asked to join you and Jungkook the first time. Now he understood why Taehyung was the one lucky enough to have you with Jungkook that night. The energy you and Jimin shared could light up thousands of city nights, really. It was so sexy. He could hardly handle it,
“I’ll tell you what…” Jimin leaned in towards you, his lips now brushing against yours when he spoke, “I’ll definitely find out.” He grinned, hands that were set on your lower back and hip now circling confidently around your waist to tug you firm against his chest.
He was stronger than you thought. Don’t let his dainty, fairylike body fool you. He was lean and sturdy in all the right places. You curved into his hold almost too perfectly. Fitting snug against his chest. Wet bodies pressed together and all.
Heaving a deep breath, your eyes fluttered the closer Jimin got to you. Your gaze was stuck on the smooth of his chest. Droplets of water dotted along his skin. Steam from the warmth of his body hitting against the cool evening air dissipated into the darkness surrounding the two of you. The limelight cascaded against his features and made him look like he was molded by the Greek Gods. From the milk of his skin tone creating a perfect surface for the black ink from the tattoo across his ribcage to show even through the water. All the way to the faint pink appearing along his neck from soaking in the pool for as long as he did. Jimin was absolutely ethereal.
You truly couldn’t help yourself but to stare at him. Moving your gaze from his near flawless skin, your eyes trailed upwards from his collarbones to those lips of his. If you had to describe the beauty of Jimin’s lips it would be with 3 words. The 3 Ps. Pink, plump and perfect.
And when he leaned into you like this? When he closed any space that happened to be separating the both of your bodies and circled his arms around your waist like this? Careful fingers boldly running over the material of your underwear to run faintly over your ass? The minty air from his breath fanning across your face when he inched even closer? Yeah, there was no way you could focus on anything but him.
See, there had always been chemistry between you and Jimin. He was one of the first members of BTS aside from Jungkook that you grew a fondness for and the easiest for you to warm up to. He was funny. Flirtatious. Pretty. And charismatic. He knew the right words to say. Knew the things you liked without you having to tell him. Knew exactly where to massage the spot on your shoulder that always ached without you needing to show him. Knew just what to say to make you flustered and overwhelmed. Jimin just… knew. It was as though he had been living in a corner of your head. As though he knew you for ages. You trusted him. Trusted your friendship. He was worth more than just words to you and the feelings only solidified when he finally closed any left space between the two of you and kissed you.
Feeling his lips press against yours was something you didn’t think you would feel again. You recalled the first time you ever shared a kiss with him. In the dimly lit space of the club you were in with the rest of BTS. Sweaty bodies pressed together while you danced. Music blaring through speakers. Alcohol in your systems making your mind’s cloudy and hazy with lust. Jungkook and you hadn’t been dating for long then but it was long enough for you to willingly kiss his friends when the drunken stupor you were all in got to your head's. It was a long time ago. A time you had moved far along from. But when you felt Jimin’s lips press against yours again. So soft, smooth and full of want just like the first time… all of the memories came swimming back.
“Mm.” You hummed against his lips and inched closer, hands moving to cup his face. Your fingers caressing under his chiseled jaw to bring him into you. The touch of your fingertips resting against his delicate skin made Jimin shiver and the kiss progressed further with you quickly leaning forward to find his lips against your own again. You kissed him eagerly thanks to his positive reaction and Jimin didn’t hesitate to return the passion. He wanted this. Waited for this. It wasn’t like he fantasized everyday about his homie’s girl. He was a busy man and had plenty of attention to fill his needs.
However, there were times where you crossed his mind. Times where he found himself daydreaming about what could have been if it were him and Jungkook with you that night at the Soop house those years ago as opposed to Taehyung. What would have the outcome been if he was the one to share you with Jungkook? Probably nothing would have happened if he had to be honest. Jungkook was yours to the death and that was made very clear.. very early in your relationship.
Still, the pang of jealousy harbored in the deepest pit of Jimin’s heart and although, he would have been fine to live the rest of his days pleased with the way things were now, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to join the two of you. This time, at your own request.
Let’s get one thing straight though, you and Jungkook weren’t exactly in an open relationship. At least it wasn’t open to everyone like a free for all. And it was clear that Jungkook didn’t want to fuck anyone else but you either. It was complicated to explain to people that weren’t you and Jungkook. Besides, you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. You both just had your… likes. And that included Jungkook simply having a thing for watching you with his band members. And you simply… wanted everything he wanted. You wanted to ride for him. To die for him.
Call it crazy but, Jungkook was everything to you. He made you want to do things you’ve never done before. Made you want things you never wanted before. Your decision to partake in these escapades were yours and yours alone. He never pressured you into anything you never wanted to do. Never forced you to do anything you didn’t agree with. Wanting to act out each and every fantasy your man had was your choice. And your choice was the exact reason that he was your man, your man, your man. And everything about your man turned you on.
Your relationship was yours and no one would ever understand it but that was the beauty of your love. No one had to get it. They were either with it or against it and that’s all that mattered.
“Jungkook’s taking pretty long with those drinks, huh?” Jimin commented between kisses, “Almost as if he’s doing it on purpose.” He hummed low, “Almost as if he knew how much I’ve been waiting to kiss you again.” Jimin snorted quietly, a hand moving to your back, fingers trailing down your spine and making you shiver,
“Then stop talking and kiss me.” You whispered against his lips and Jimin said less. A wet hand reaching up to cup under your jaw and bring you into him again so that your lips could meet once more. He started off by giving your lips a gentle peck. Felt the gloss from your lips transfer onto his own and then realized he had been missing this more than he thought.
No more words needed to be said and soon, the soft noises of your lips moving together in sync filled the silence. Lips blending against one another with ease and fluidity. Your arms looped over his shoulders, fingers from one hand tangling into the back of his shaggy hair, Combing through the layers then burying into the thick locks. Letting the black and silver strands curl around each of your fingers. While your nails on the other hand moved to glide down his chest, feeling over the toned muscles lining his pecs and then inching downwards to his abs all while your lips melted against each other.
The hand he had resting under your jaw had soon moved to clasp around your throat. Delicate fingers giving your neck the gentlest squeeze every now and then that you almost never noticed what he had been doing until you began to feel the pressure after each kiss. “That feels so good.” You confessed and Jimin smiled triumphantly into the kiss,
“Told you I’ll find out.” He mused with confidence, making your face flush hues of pink at how easy he did uncover your secret enjoyment.
You hadn’t realized Jimin was backing you into the wall of the pool until you felt your back pressed into the solid surface. You simply floated there under the spell that was Park Jimin. His persistent kisses started to deepen and then his tongue was pushing into your mouth to taste you, “So perfect.” He whispered into your mouth, a hand roaming upwards along your hip to your torso while your tongues touched again and then once more before he broke the kiss to look into your eyes, “Can I touch you?” He asked, the hand that was wrapped around your neck removing and dropping to float over the stream of water surrounding the two of you,
“Of course.” You breathed, nodding encouragingly, “Please.” You spoke more confidently now that you had caught your breath, “I want you to.” You confirmed, reaching down into the water and taking Jimin’s hands within yours, guiding his palms to your chest. You placed his hands over your breasts. Making him cup them while you watched the way his palms barely covered the plushness. He had dainty little hands but if you had to be honest, you wouldn’t mind feeling them massaging over your breasts… or wrapped around your throat again. “Just like that.” You sighed out in relief, your gaze dulling the moment Jimin replaced your hands with his own. Warm palms carefully squeezing over your breasts to feel you,
“Damn.” He muttered. Soft hands squeezing and massaging over your flesh, making your head spin and cloud with desire. Jimin was going to be honest and say he snuck a glance or two of your boobs a few times whenever you were around him. He couldn’t help it. His eyes just happened to gravitate to them. If you were asking Jimin what he thought about them well… was the word perfect overused already? Because that’s what they were. But hey, in Jimin’s eyes…. All boobs were perfect. he never discriminated. It’s just that never in this lifetime did Jimin think he would be touching yours now.
“Fuck.” You breathed, head tilting back to expose your throat as Jimin leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck. Kissing and mouthing over your damp skin while licking away the droplets of water that collected along your neck. After attending to your throat, he leaned up and gently nibbled over your jawline. Teeth nipping your tingling skin before pressing a kiss to your jugular then finally dipping his head lower, plush lips decorating your collar bone and soon enough your chest with airy kisses,
“So soft.” He complimented your skin, his voice coming out closer to a moan than a sentence, “So sexy.” Your body physically responded to the sound of his voice. Back arching up into his hold. Wanting to hear more of him. He sounded so sexy with the sure need and lust laced in his words. Making him sound sultry and simply filthy with desire.
His breath coasted over the bud of your nipple when he spoke and you knew you were doomed at that. Feeling the sensitivity from just air blowing against your flesh had you depraved,
“Hah, fuck.” You swore, your head flopping back and resting against the wall of the pool, body sinking a bit into the water as you felt the plumpness of Jimin’s lips ghost over your nipple. You braced yourself against the wall, preparing yourself for the feel of his tongue on your burning skin. And then you felt it. Felt his warm lips close around your nipple. Felt his wet tongue flick over the skin. He sucked over the sensitive flesh. A freehand reaching up to cup over your other breast. Making sure both were being given as much attention as he could.
“Feels good, angel?” Jimin checked in with you as his lips removed themselves from your nipple, mouth trailing to the other nipple while his hands switched to your other breast, siren-like eyes silently seeking your approval.
You nodded, teeth gnawing over your lower lip as you met his gaze, watching the way his tongue trailed over your skin with the glimmer of hope in his eyes as he peeked up at you from where his face pressed between your breasts, hands reaching up to squish them against his face before he kissed along your sternum,
“Yes.” You barely managed to answer before you mewled with pleasure. Chest pressing up to meet Jimin’s mouth. Your body searching for more friction. More feeling. “Feels so good.” You encouraged him, “So fucking good...” You whispered, your leg slowly raising and hiking upwards, wrapping around Jimin’s waist and making him press into you while your hands found their way into his soaking wet hair, fingers smoothing through the strands and tugging firm at the locks.
He hummed in satisfaction when you pulled on his hair. Moaned against your skin when you praised him too. And when your thigh draped over his hip, he didn’t waste any time to press his pelvis against yours either. He lowered his clothed cock right up against where you ached the most. Fitting himself perfectly against your body. He rocked his hips slowly. Teasing. Dragging the movement out as if he was moving in slow motion. Letting you feel just how much he was enjoying and savoring every second of this moment.
“More.” You whispered, the heel of your foot pressed into Jimin’s lower back and you gasped quietly feeling the throbbing bulge within his swimming shorts pushing against you, “Jimin…” You whispered his name, hands gripping his forearms as he pressed you harder against the wall of the pool, hips rocking ever so slightly into you, making you feel every inch of him, “Oh… Shit.” You moaned, your head dropping forward to rest against Jimin’s shoulder, the muffle of your moans stifling as you buried your face into his skin. The feeling of his cock grinding into you sent a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. Making your skin erupt with goosebumps,
Hearing the frenzy of moans and whimpers he was putting you in was music to Jimin’s ears. Adding to the streak of cuteness you were exhibiting, Jimin had to note that even your moans were cute. Taehyung was lucky to have heard this? Jungkook was lucky to get a load of this… this perfection whenever he wanted? God, Jimin had been missing out. He might actually be jealous. “Fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad.” Jimin grumbled, head shaking as the pent up aggression threatened to make him explode,
“You have to wait for Koo.” You instructed him, fingers caressing over his upper arms, “He should be here soon.” You started to smile, your hands moving from his arms to his cheeks, cupping them and leaning in to press a light kiss against his lips, “Patience.” You whispered into the kiss and Jimin hummed low, eyes closing as he kissed you back,
“I’m not a very patient person.” Jimin whispered back, sighing into the kiss, “Tell him to stop creeping from the window and join us already.” He joked and you silenced him at last by kissing him deeper. Your hand pressing against the nape of his neck, and pulling him in closer to you by the hair that curled at his nape. The kiss soon turning more desperate. More passionate. Your lips and teeth hitting against each other the sloppier it grew.
Jimin was about to continue. Was about to grind his cock into you more just to hear the delicious noises you were making before but alas, the trois in your ménage à trois finally decided to join you both, “Here comes your dude. Right on time.” Jimin grumbled against your lips, pulling away when he heard the sliding door of the terrace open followed by the light patter of footsteps,
“He knows when it’s time.” You giggled at Jimin’s frustration, eyes peeking over towards the figure making his way down to the pool. You laid the back of your head against the wall of the pool again, sighing out softly as you watched the tall, hunky man you called yours meeting your gaze the second he felt your eyes on him.
Warm, intense brown eyes gobbled you up with his stare. Making your stomach flip over like a pancake. Stark black hair reaching his chin tousled from left to right as he walked. The bouncy locks looking extra yankable tonight as he had just washed his hair this morning. The more you watched Jungkook, the more you ogled his entire existence. With his shockingly tall height. Long limbs. Strong… So strong body. Tattoos against tanned skin. Two lip rings glittering under the night sky. Jawline locked tight. Showing off the perfect angle that it was. The dark, moody look resting on his face contrasting against soft, delicate facial features.
You knew your man had been staring out the window watching and waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt. No matter how much he would try to deny it, you knew him better than that. He was snarky like that. Not wanting to be missing out on the action but also not wanting Jimin to get a taste of most of the fun before it even began.
However, from the way he looked at you right now, you knew you had him worked up. He looked as though he was going to devour you. As if he was starved and dying for a drink of you. You knew he wasn’t going to just watch tonight. He was going to join right off the bat. The heat and fire that burned within his veins in the form of longing was too much for Jungkook to just sit and watch this time and you didn’t mind it one bit.
“Starting without me, I see.” Was all Jungkook said. Balancing the tray of drinks easily with one hand as he made his way over to the two of you. His eye contact with you finally breaking as he turned away to set the tray lined with three drinks onto a table close by.
“Don’t act like you weren’t watching the whole time.” Jimin sighed out as he pulled away from you, still lingering close by but no longer invading your personal space. You found his hand before he waded away, taking his hand within yours to keep him close to you, your fingers lacing together as you turned to face Jungkook,
“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to steal my girl.” Jungkook smirked in Jimin’s direction as he plucked one of the drinks up off the tray and crossed over to the ledge of the pool to hang Jimin the cocktail he made, “You know I had to take my time and make these drinks. No, I wasn’t looking out the window.” He lied. Just like you knew he would. Of course, he might have snuck a peek once or twice. Just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything while he let you and Jimin get… acquainted with one another.
“Mmm.. stop being like that, baby. No one’s stealing me.” You smiled cheekily at Jungkook, catching his lips twitching into a smile when you spoke to him, “We were just having some fun.” You let go of Jimin’s hand and turned around to face Jungkook, staring up at him from the ledge of the pool as you propped your elbows up against it, “Why don’t you come join us?” You questioned him, eyeing the drinks on the tray as Jimin leaned against the pool’s ledge as well, his arm sliding around your waist as you moved to make way for Jungkook,
Watching Jungkook intently, you leaned into Jimin’s hold around your waist, cozying up to his friend and feeling much more comfortable now with your body reacting to the attention of these two men with nothing but pure positivity.
Your man wasted no time. As eager as always. He was already shirtless. Deciding to leave the shirt had been wearing during dinner behind because he wouldn’t need it here anyways. Sporting just his swimming shorts that fit him oh so perfectly. Showing off his delicious V-Line and the smooth of his pelvis as he moved to the edge of the pool. The strong muscles along his arms bulged and rippled with every move he made when he picked up the drinks for you and himself. The sight of his muscles made your mouth water. As if it were your first time seeing him. You’d never get over it.
“Water ain’t even that cold. You two heated it up enough with your makeout session.” Jungkook joked, stepping down confidently into the pool and slowly sinking into the water, both drinks in hand as he steadied his balance, “For you, mama. Something fruity and light.” He held the cocktail out to you as he joined the other side of you, “And for you, my brother. I made us something strong because you’ll need your stamina tonight.” Jungkook gave Jimin a snarky smile when he leaned over to look at Jimin who was on your other side, “Cheers.” He held his glass up to the two of you,
You and Jimin let out soft laughs, “Cheers!” Three three of you said at the same time, glasses clinking together in perfect unison before you took long drinks, a pleased hummed of satisfaction leaving your lips as you tasted the perfect combination of tequila, grapefruit and lime. Jungkook just knew how much you loved your Palomas, didn’t he.
“Perfect like always, babe. Strong though.” You noted to Jungkook, slowly moving through the water so that you were standing in front of him, freehand holding onto his forearm as you fit yourself against his body, lips leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his cheek, “Thank you, baby.” You smiled, lips wrapping back around the straw of your drink to take another long sip. You felt the effect of the alcohol too quickly. The warm, fluttery feeling of liquor hitting and settling in your stomach. Making your face and body instantly feel hot.
He was going to get you drunk off one drink. You weren’t a sloppy drunk in the slightest. But you definitely were a horny drunk. Jungkook knew what he was doing whenever he made your drinks. One sip and you could immediately feel it in your pussy. You should have known better than to leave him alone in the extensive liquor cabinet of this house. Taking another long sip out of the straw, you were already halfway through with it before you set the glass down onto the pool’s ledge, far away so that you wouldn’t knock it over,
“Anything for you.” Jungkook meant it when he said it. Years of your relationship telling the tale that yes, he would do anything for you. He didn’t even have to go into specifics. The shit you two have been through in the past was testament to the phrase ‘standing in the fire next to you.’
Smiling happily up at Jungkook you tiptoed up as far as you could reach and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips this time to which he responded happily to, the hand that didn’t have his drink within it reaching up to cup your chin with his index finger and thumb. You kissed each other briefly. Lips lingering and the heat burning between the two of you.
The kiss didn’t last longer than a second. Not wanting to display your utter obsession with each other in front of your guest. But it was enough for Jungkook to feel his heart skip a beat or two. You both could kiss each other until the end of time behind closed doors. Right now though, you were with company. You couldn’t leave Jimin out, could you?
“And thank you, Jiminie.” You pulled away from Jungkook and made your way over to Jimin who welcomed you into his arms. Feeling Jungkook’s gaze on the both of you, you smiled to yourself. Knowing he was watching intently, “Thank you for everything.” You hummed, making him place his drink down as you draped your arms over his shoulders then wrapped around his neck, bringing his face down to your height so that you could press a kiss against his lips, “Thank you for being here.” You whispered cheekily to Jimin who smiled in response,
Jimin was quick to set his drink down and away as you made your way over to him. He practically chugged the thing anyways. Making a distasteful face after he swallowed the last bit of the mixed drink so strong and potent. Damn, Jungkook would be the greatest bartender in the world if he could. Jimin was already tipsy thanks to that cocktail. Welcoming you into his arms, Jimin broke out into a smile. His cheeks were already flushed from the booze and his body felt just the right amount of happy thanks to the liquid courage.
“Oh.. don’t you do that, princess.” Shaking his head in protest, Jimin’s arms slid around your waist, hands roaming to rest over your ass as he corrected you, “Don’t you thank me for nothin’.” He gazed into your eyes, a hand reaching up to move a wet strand of hair away from your face, “Thank you for having me, pretty girl.” You smiled at him as you brought him into a kiss and Jimin welcomed your lips against his. Feeling no type of way over the fact that Jungkook was just inches away watching the two of you. That’s what your man liked anyways. Jimin had no problem giving him a show if that’s what he wanted, “Beautiful little thing.” He mused against your mouth while you two kissed, the hand resting over your ass giving it a firm squeeze, “With a nice ass too.” He complimented smugly, making your ass jiggle after he grabbed it, “Fuck, I wanna put you on my tongue. Wanna taste you.” Jimin hissed quietly, making you laugh into the kiss,
Jungkook watched and listened intently to Jimin. Feeling the chub in his swimming shorts beginning to tent the harder he became. He could visualize the things Jimin wanted to do to you so clearly and seeing the thoughts infiltrate his head in perfect clarity made Jungkook dizzy, “We can make that happen.” He interjected with a quick nod, his eyes turning to look at you as you pulled away from Jimin’s lips at his suggestion, “If you’re ready, baby.” He raised a brow and you smiled happily, head nodding enthusiastically,
Jimin looked towards you for confirmation and you smiled knowingly, having been waiting in agony for this moment, you were beyond ready,
“Always ready.” You mused, wading over to Jungkook who’s big, strong hands grabbed hold of either side of your waist to hoist you out of the water and onto the ledge of the pool. You landed onto the ground with a loud, wet plop. A soft laugh leaving your excited lips from his display of strength, “Hurry, Jimin.” You demanded, your body leaning back and legs spreading as Jimin moved to where you sat and helped you prop your feet along the ledge of the pool,
“Who’s being impatient now?” Jimin teased, his hands resting along your inner thighs as he pushed them apart,
Jungkook hummed out at Jimin’s teasing and he clicked his tongue, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, brother.” A smile began to turn at the corners of his mouth, “Don’t keep her waiting. She gets mean when she has to wait.” Jungkook commented with a nod, his eyes lingering on your wet skin dripping with water, “Don’t you, baby?” He asked with a smirk along his lips and you ignored him,
You inhaled shakily, throwing Jungkook a look as he called you out for your impatience. Like it was your fault for being turned on by these two men with undeniable attractiveness, “I can’t wait any longer.” You whispered breathlessly, “I’m so wet.” You announced, hips raising as you felt Jimin’s fingers hooking around your underwear to pull it down and off you, freeing your thighs from the wet material and letting it dangle carelessly from one of your ankles. The three of you too overcome with desire to bother taking it fully off you,
“You don’t have to wait anymore, angel. We got you.” Jimin hummed, lidded eyes staring up at your pretty face as he sank into the water between your thighs, “We’ll take care of you now.” He nodded and Jungkook made a noise of agreement with his friend as he propped himself up against the ledge of the pool closer to you. Empty drink glass in hand, you hardly noticed Jungkook too had downed his drink. Eager to start the show you guessed,
"Just trust us." Jungkook mused, leaning up to capture your lips into a kiss as Jimin’s own lips roamed along your inner thigh. Jimin’s hot breath fanned out over your skin. Over the sensitivity of your exposed clit. Over your wet entrance. You whined out desperately, legs twitching in anticipation as Jimin loomed over your leaking pussy, “Relax, mama. You’re shaking.” Jungkook instructed you in between kisses, feeling you practically vibrate beside him in anticipation, “Thatta girl.” He whispered when your body began to still, his lips serving as a form of comfort to calm you down when you started to grow impatient, “You have to let Jimin enjoy this too, baby. Let him get a nice look at how beautiful you are. He’s not like me, you know.” Jungkook cooed to you, “He likes to take his time. Likes to worship.” Your man nodded, cupping your chin so that you could look only at him, “Likes to give you the princess treatment.” Jungkook hummed, licking into your mouth.
Your hands curled into the stoned ground below you, “You know I hate being treated like a princess.” You could hear the pout in your voice, nails scratching over the bricked surface as you met Jungkook’s tongue with yours and tasted the strong liquor off his lips mixed with the faintest taste of cigarette smoke. He had smoked just before joining the two of you, you were sure of it, “But fuck, you’re both so hot. I don’t even care.” You whispered to Jungkook, catching his lower lip and pulling on his lip piercings with your teeth shamelessly before you broke away from him to let out a soft groan,
Feeling Jimin’s fingers brush over your entry, your entire body shivered, forcing you to pull away from Jungkook at the sudden feeling of intrusion happening between your thighs, “Oh God.” You whispered, legs threatening to close and trap his head in your space. You were so sensitive and nothing even happened yet.
“You really are dripping.” Jimin commented with a groan, his lips watering at the way your entrance glistened with your juices leaking out, “Fuck, that’s sexy.” He leaned in close to your folds, his breath blowing over your clit as he spoke.
You struggled to contain your composure. Not wanting to be mean like Jungkook mentioned but you were about to grab your friend by the head and grind on his face yourself if he didn’t do anything soon, “God.” Your voice hitched in you throat, feeling Jimin’s mouth kissing over your folds, “Fuck, please.” You whispered, lips quivering as you glanced down to your friend mouthing over you,
Jungkook’s lips found their way to the side of your neck, “You sure you don’t want the princess treatment tonight, babe?” Jungkook snarked, “She wants to be treated like a whore, I think.” He nodded to Jimin, “Tell him, baby.” Jungkook smiled proudly, his face invading your space to press a soft kiss against your temple, lips trailing downwards to your cheek and jaw, “Tell Jimin how well your man knows you.” He murmured against your skin, the cocky smile on his face never faltering,
“Yes. That’s what I want.” You almost begged, “Jungkook knows what I want.” You spoke as if you were entranced under a spell. Like a puppet. “He knows what I like.” You nodded quickly, struggling to take a breath as you forced yourself to wait.
Jimin didn’t tease you any further after that. He wasn’t much of a tease anyways. Not like Jungkook who didn’t give in to your pleading no matter how much you begged sometimes. Jimin wanted to give you anything you wanted and more. He wasn’t hard to sway when it came to your moans.
With his lips pressing against your flesh, you sighed out in relief, almost bursting out with tears when you finally felt the soft suction of his lips attach against your clit to kiss it. “Fuck.” Jimin cursed under his breath at the taste of you, body dipping down lower until he was sinking more into the water, his tongue flicking over your clit then dragging downwards to your entrance, his own lewd moan muffling against your body as he lapped up your wetness,
Your jaw locked tight, eyes staring up blindly at the dark sky above you as your head dropped backwards, “F-Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You kept the swears rolling, “Holy fuck.” You cursed the moon, the stars, the clouds and just about everything in between. With your eyes finally closing, you let out a soft whimper, your shaky hand reaching down between your thighs to press against the back of Jimin’s head, guiding him as he worked on you,
“You sound so pretty.” Jungkook commented from beside you, clearly enjoying your reaction towards his friend, “See what I mean when I told you every hyung’s different?” He mused as if you could even focus on his words, “That’s why I want you to experience every unique thing my brothers have to offer.” Jungkook smiled, fingers moving your sopping wet hair away from your shoulders as he pressed heated kisses along your skin, teeth digging into the flesh along your neck and sucking the skin into his mouth,
Jungkook always knew Jimin was next on the list to fuck you and the years between when Taehyung did it first and now gave Jungkook enough time to calculate when would be the right time to ask Jimin. See, these things didn’t just happen lickity split. Good things take time and Jungkook was never in a rush.
After all, it did once take Jungkook every ounce of courage he had to even share this fantasy with you. And when it came to sharing you with his friends, he needed to make sure they weren’t just goofing around whenever any of them happened to mention wanting a night with you and him. When it came to Jimin though, Jungkook was very sure out of all his hyungs, he wanted you most. It was just a matter of playing the waiting game and biding his time before he could initiate anything. Lucky for him though, you mentioned taking a dip in the pool with Jimin on your own tonight. Making it easy for things to fall into place without Jungkook having to orchestrate anything.
Jungkook could tell Jimin wanted one change with you from the way his friend simply looked at you. He only needed to make sure Jimin wasn’t all just talk because if he could recall correctly, the night Jungkook met you for the very first time at the club you worked years ago, Jimin did happen to be the one that noticed you first. However, when it came down to who was going to buy a dance from you that night, Jimin backed out at the last minute. Leaving Jungkook to have you for himself… just like now… All these years later. Oh how Jungkook wished he could bet fat bills on how much Jimin had kicked himself that night for missing his chance.
You were too busy to even acknowledge Jungkook whispering in your ear. Even though you could hear every word he said, nothing registered. Nothing stuck. You were too engrossed in the feelings of pleasure dancing along your skin in the form of tingles, “I know.” You moaned out to Jungkook, “You’re all so..--” You squeaked a moan out when you felt Jimin’s tongue dip into you, losing your train of thought for a moment before you spoke again, “You’re all so- fucking good to me.” You purred, fingers pulling on Jimin’s hair, hips starting to grind over his mouth and face as he fucked you with his tongue,
Jimin grunted in response to you when you began to grind over his face, “Yeah, use me, love.” He pulled back to whisper between breaths, “Use my face.” He nodded with encouragement. Lips, mouth and face pressing back between your thighs, your clit grinding over his nose as his tongue dived back into you, lapping and sucking up your juices as if he had been without water for days,
“Yes…” You said the word maybe ten times already, “Fuck yes.” Okay, maybe 11 now. You just couldn’t articulate anything else to say. Your brain simply wouldn’t let you process anything else except feeling the pure heaven coursing through your body at the moment. Especially when your clit ground over Jimin’s mouth. Or when the little flicks of his tongue moving up every now and then came to meet your clit as his tongue moved in and out of you. You were sensitive beyond belief. Feeling the clench in your abdomen. Feeling the pulsating of your clit. Feeling the rush of wetness soaking your entrance the more closer you got to your orgasm,
Jungkook’s lips moved leisurely over every inch of your body he could reach. From your jawline to your neck and all the way down to your shoulder. A large hand cupped over your breast to play with your sensitive nipple too. He was slow. Took his time. Not in any rush to do anything except soothe you with his kisses until he felt your focus begin to stray. You were getting close to the peak and Jungkook knew this one was going to take a lot of energy out of you. So what kind of partner would he be if he didn’t help you get there even faster?
“Don’t go.” You whined when you felt Jungkook start to slowly pull away from where he was kissing on your neck. His hand that was playing with your breasts moved to grip onto the pool’s ledge as he sunk himself into the water instead,
Jungkook simply kept his eyes on you as he lowered himself into the pool, “Just trust me.” He nodded, a coy smile on his lips when he joined Jimin between your thighs. He kept his gaze locked on yours, eyes lowering to a smoldering stare while his friend felt the motion in the pool and pulled away from your throbbing pussy to move to the side and make space for Jungkook to join him, your man leaning in and wasting not a single second further. He took hold of your foot barely holding your body upright, pressing a kiss against your inner ankle and then moving his lips along your calf. Letting you feel his lips rings roaming over your skin before he placed your foot back onto the ledge of the pool and finally settled with his face at your pussy, “Fuckin’ soaking.” He cursed and then pressed his nose into your clit. In the way only he knew you liked. Making your eyes roll shut, mouth going slack and dropping open to let out a lewd moan,
“Oh… oh shit.” You gasped, your feet that were propped up onto the ledge of the pool nearly slipped and set your leg into the water when you felt Jungkook take over from Jimin’s spot and dive in between your thighs, his tongue flattening immediately over your clit, drawing circles around the sensitive flesh while Jimin took a moment to catch his breath.
“Shit, baby. Just like that.” You nodded, feeling your thighs begin to shake when his finger probed at your entrance, “Yes, fuck me, please.” You begged, breath panting when he began to slide his middle finger into you, his lips pulling away from your clit only for him to spit right onto it, letting his saliva drip from your clit to your entrance then he leaned back in again, tongue rolling and gliding between your folds freely, finger angling upwards as it moved in you to touch your entire soul.
Your body moved on its own. Using whatever strength you had left to lift yourself a bit to meet Jungkook’s finger each time he pushed it into you, “That’s my girl.” Jungkook husked as you lifted your hips and grounded yourself over his finger, “Fuck yourself like that on my fingers, baby.” He hummed out proudly, “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, Jimin?” He asked his friend who agreed. Their voices sounded so far away. And you were too fucked out to even hear them talking by now. You couldn’t care less about anything else except chasing that sweet release you could feel building up anyways,
“Move over a bit, Kook.” You heard Jimin say and as shameless as Jimin was, he truly caught you off guard this time when he leaned down as well next to Jungkook. Going back to his previous position only this time, sharing the space with your man.
He didn’t care. Jungkook didn’t seem to either. They were both too drunk on lust to give a fuck that they were basically kissing each other as they both ate you out. And when Jimin’s tongue joined Jungkook’s? Taking over the spots that your man missed. His tongue flicking over your clit while Jungkook licked at your entrance the same time as he fingered you. You swore on your life this was the hottest thing you had ever experienced. So hot that the fucking feeling started to make you jolt and cry above them,
“Fuck, I’m- I’m.. gonna cum.” You squeaked out, “No, fuck, I’m gonna–” You actually started to cry now, feeling your stomach’s muscles contract and that familiar feeling of pleasure start to prick along your skin. Making you feel as though you were going to explode. And explode you would. “I–I- I think..” You couldn’t speak anymore, your words getting stuck in your brain as you attempted to get their attention,
Jimin’s mouth moved from your clit to your inner thigh, letting Jungkook take over again so that he could talk you through your reaching orgasm, “Come on, angel.” Jimin urged you, his sleek brown eyes looking up at you as if he was begging, “Wanna feel our slut cream all over us.” He hummed, lips tracing along your inner thigh and then he was helping Jungkook by reaching down and pushing his index finger into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his finger entering you. And then the realization that both men were fingering you hit you like a truck, making your hips writhe in pleasure, “Just like that, honey. Keep going.” Jimin instructed you when you began to rock your hips against their fingers inside of you. Two different fingers from two different men. The sensations were throwing you over the edge and suddenly you felt the impending doom named your orgasm suck you into a void,
“--I’m gonna squirt!” You finally managed to get out. almost screaming in ecstasy but they ignored your warnings. Urging you to meet that climax as they swapped positions without you realizing, Jimin’s finger now pushing into you alone and Jungkook’s mouth now at your clit again. It was all too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. And with one, two, three more whines, you lost control. Squirting on the two men between your legs with a cry.
Tears leaked out of your eyes as you shook and shivered above them. Sobs of pure bliss leaving your lips as you gasped for air, “Oh my god.” You cried, the orgasm shooting through your body and making you squeeze your eyes closed so tight you saw white behind them, “F-Fuck.. Fuck.” You continued, legs going limp and your chest heaving for air as your body worked through the orgasm. Your man and his friend didn’t relent. They didn’t move out of the way. Didn’t duck and grimace at you for squirting. They fucking loved it. Only slowing their movements to help you through the climax, letting you ride it out on their faces, fingers and tongues. Each of them wanting to get a taste of you. Both battling to get a drink of the nectar that was you.
You felt like water. Flowing, free and intense.
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“Look at her. Little fucking slut.” Your man spoke through clenched teeth, his hand burying into your wet hair and holding your head still, “Let me fuck your mouth like that.” He kept you in place, hips rocking back and forth to make you swallow down his cock, “Good girl. Take it. Keep looking at me.” He commanded and you obliged willingly. The gloss in your eyes making you look as fucked out as ever while you looked up at your man,
You gagged on his length but Jungkook didn’t have any worries about it. He always made you choke like that and you loved it. Loved the thought that tomorrow you’ll wake up with a hoarse voice. Loved the tears welling up in your eyes and making your mascara run down your cheeks. You must have looked crazy. With your makeup smeared and tear stained cheeks. This is what you loved. To be used like this. To be completely at this man’s disposal. Only Jungkook could be like this with you. Only he could be this rough and this cruel. That was the difference between letting someone into your sex life. He made it known through the whole room who you belonged to and Jimin never tried to overstep that boundary.
“Mmf.. Baby..” You gasped for air when Jungkook let you breathe, “You’re so big. Making me choke.” You complimented him and saw the way his chest puffed up, all confident from your commentary. You knew how much he loved when you praised him, “Feels so good.” You hummed, lips lazily dragging along his length, your tongue tracing the curve of his cock before you wrapped your lips around him again,
“Don’t forget about Jimin, baby. You’re slowing down.” He tsked between moans and you whimpered with his length in your mouth. Eyes shutting and a tear leaking out of your eye as he continued to guide your lips along his cock.
After the earth shattering orgasm you had at the poolside, the guys needed to help you back into the house. You couldn’t keep yourself sitting upright after that and they decided it was best to continue in the bedroom. They were sweet and attentive. Making sure you drank some water. Making sure you were okay to keep going and then helping you into the room like the gentleman they were but pushing you onto the softness of the bed and letting you charge up as they slipped out of their swimming shorts.
You only needed a second to recuperate. To get your legs that felt as though they were stuck in a permanent jello-like state to come back to life. And then you were back at it. Begging for the two of them to put their dicks in your face. So here you are now. On your knees at the edge of the bed while Jungkook and Jimin stood in front of you, your lips wrapped expertly around the length of your man’s cock and your hand wrapped around Jimin’s own. Sucking your man off and pumping his friend at the same time. Switching between them after taking a breath and then continuing the motion all over again. Making everyone in the room sigh out and fill the place with pleasurable noises. You thought your man’s moans were sexy but the two of them together? Oh, you were doomed.
“She’s so good.” Jimin was fighting to control the weak moans leaving his lips, “Love this pretty mouth.” He whispered to you, a gentle palm caressing over your cheek, “Such a good fucking slut.” He spat the words out to you despite touching you so gently.
That was such a Jimin thing, wasn’t it? Being soft spoken and sweet but also being filthier than anything. It made you want to do more. To go deeper. And so you did. Your hand around Jungkook’s cock twisting while your thumb rubbed over the tip of him, a silent reminder that you would never forget about your man even though you had Jimin’s length down your throat. It was easier to deep throat Jimin anyways and you knew Jungkook knew that. It wasn’t as though he was smaller. Size never mattered anyways. He just wasn’t as girthy as your man. He was the perfect size and made it easy for you to gag and choke on him without feeling as though you were about to die the way Jungkook’s length would make you do,
With your lips running over the length of Jimin’s cock, your tongue moved along the underside of him, sucking over the veins pulsating and then you were letting the tip of your tongue flick over the head of his cock, lapping at the precum beading at the tip, “Shit.” You moaned at the taste of him, “Tastes so good.” You whispered to Jimin, reaching up to stroke him as you pulled away,
“I want both of you in me.” You whispered with tears on your lashes, “Raw.” Your hope filled eyes stared up at the faces of the two men in front of you as you panted for air and without a second thought, the two of them were climbing onto the bed, Jungkook's firm hand at your shoulder pushing you backwards so that you were on your back,
Jungkook was the only one that’s ever fucked you raw. He wasn’t too keen on letting anyone inside of you without protection. But tonight, he was feeling generous. “You know I don’t always agree to that.” He grunted, “But you’re being such a good girl.” He nodded towards his friend, “And I’m makin’ an exception because it’s Jimin.” Jungkook hummed out low, leaning over the edge of the bed towards the nightstand where he kept a bottle of lube just for moments like this, “On your knees, baby. Gotta prep you for me.” Jungkook commanded and you were already springing into action, a permanent smile on your lips as you rolled over,��
“Lay down, handsome.” You beckoned Jimin to lay in the spot you were just in, guiding him with your hands on his shoulders as he collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted grunt, “Tired already?” You pouted at Jimin who only laughed, his hands at your waist to help you as you climbed over onto him and planted your bare body into his lap,
“You tire me out, yes.” He confessed, voice low and deep with desire, “But that’s good. Means I’m working overtime for you.” Jimin smiled up at you and you let out a giggle, your hands resting along his chest before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his lips,
Smiling triumphantly into the kiss you shared with Jimin, your lips moved lazily against each other for a moment before you began to pull away, your hand resting at the base of his throat as you sat up, “Rest now. I’ll do the work.” You nodded, giving his throat a squeeze that made Jimin’s eyes flutter from the feeling, “Oh.” You moaned after scooting yourself back a bit so that your pussy was pressing down on his rock hard length. You rocked your hips, gliding your clit over his length and shivering from the feeling. You were still too sensitive down there. Too sensitive to give your clit any attention for now.
Jungkook took a seat on the side of the bed in front of you and next to Jimin, lube bottle in hand as he observed you and his friend with intent in his eyes, “Actually, I wanna watch for a bit.” He mused, a smirk playing on his lips, “I’ll join when you’re ready for me.” Jungkook nodded to you, an encouraging smile on his face although his dick was throbbing in agony for release.
This moment was more important than his own self. Your moment and satisfaction was important to him and Jungkook knew how bad you wanted someone inside of you. He knew putting his cock inside of your ass right away would be too much for you and so, he decided to wait. To watch and wait until you were in pure bliss.
Lost in Jungkook’s eyes as he spoke, you felt yourself getting warped into his stare. That endless deep sea of chocolate coloured eyes made you feel as though you were the only person in the room. As if he could see right into your soul. This whole time you had been on a high. A high you didn’t want to come down from. Your body moved on its own through it all. Feeling the slick between your thighs from your own mess. Letting yourself chase hungrily after the attention these men gave you. Your mind was in a different state. A state that made you possessed with lust. You felt as though you were in an alternate reality. As if this wasn’t really you. But one look at Jungkook. One look at him reminded you that this was very real. This was happening. The realization made you begin to tremble with excitement and you smiled knowingly at him. Knowingly because you knew he felt it too,
“Whenever you’re ready, princess.” Jimin cooed and you nodded, wasting no more time, you took a deep breath and lifted yourself up. With the help of Jimin, he took you by the hip with one hand and reached down between your legs with his freehand, making his cock press into your entrance. His teeth clamped down shut feeling the heat of his dick pushing at your entry, “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath and you moved his hand away from his length as you positioned yourself above him on your own, grazing your folds over the tip of his cock before you slowly let him insert himself into you,
Your head dropped back at that. Teeth trapping over your lower lip and biting down onto the flesh as you lulled your head to the side and gasped, eyes fluttering as you listened to the wet sounds your body made as you sunk down onto him, “Sh–Shit.” You stuttered, a hand holding over your breast while the other rested along Jimin’s abdomen, long acrylic nails digging into his skin. You could feel yourself being stretched open by him. Could feel the twitch and throb of his cock filling you up. Your legs quaked, the all too familiar feeling of jelly coming back into them as the stimulation of his length inside of you made you shake, “So big.” You breathed out, feeling the curve of himself in you as you sat down on his cock, your hips rocking to help you adjust yourself to his size,
Jimin stared wordlessly as he watched the way your pussy swallowed his dick up, “She’s so tight.” He blurted, head shaking in dismay because after all that creaming and squirting, you were still putting his length in a vice grip, “Oof.” He husked out breathlessly, eyes looking up at your face as you began to rock your hips against him, “You okay, princess?” He asked, hands resting over your thighs and giving them a squeeze, “Move whenever you’re ready. Don’t force yourself.” He was so sweet.
Jungkook on the other hand was in another world. Getting a full view of yourself lowering onto his friend’s cock shouldn’t have made his dick twitch the way it did. The painful throb in his length returned to slap him in the face and bring him back to reality as he watched on with hungry eyes.
This part of being a cuck was always the worst. Having to watch and feel himself slip into his delusions. Having to sit and just… watch. Watch the way you stretch out onto someone else’s dick. Desperate whines leaving your lips as you forced yourself to take it all. It was agonizing having to keep his hands to himself. How could a person that yelled about someone separating perilla leaves for you have a kink like this? Was it weird to be a jealous person by nature but also love to see your girl get fucked by his mates? Questions like this plagued Jungkook’s mind but he didn’t even want to try and figure it out. This is what Jungkook liked. This is what Jungkook wanted.
“Oh, Jimin.” The way you said your friend’s name made Jungkook focus. His gaze growing dark and desperate as you began to move. Hips rocking side to side for you to find the right angle and then you were bouncing. Lifting yourself up and pushing back down. Making his friend fill you up with his cock each time.
Jimin watched you with a slack jaw, one hand resting over your thigh and the other hanging onto your waist, guiding you up and down on his length with his hand squeezing over your skin. He closed his eyes briefly. Just for a moment. Taking the second to relish in the feeling. The feeling of your walls closing around him each time you sank down on his cock. The feeling of your warmth and tightness taking more of him each time you bounced, his lips letting out deep grunts as your skin slapped against each other, “Jungkook, you lucky fuck.” He cursed between breaths, eyes opening to glance over to his friend at his side, “No wonder you stay buying her a new car every. fucking. month.” He grunted the last three words out in time with you bouncing on him, “No wonder she has her own black card.” He hissed out, head dropping back against the pillow under him,,
Jungkook's lips involuntarily spread into a proud smile and he nodded, “Anything she wants. She gets.” He confirmed, “Nothing is too much when she’s bouncing on me like that. She could make me do anything she wants.” He started to chuckle, eyes on the way your breasts bounced along with your movements,
The two friends spoke about you as if you weren’t in the room and it made you start to giggle at their honesty, “S-S…Sounds like you’re– ah,” You moaned, “Like you’re enjoying yourselves.” You whispered out quickly, slowing your movements so that you were grinding over Jimin with his dick in you, “Fuck, I could cum from this.” You purred, “You feel so fucking good in me.” You gazed down at your friend, taking your hands within your own and bringing them to your chest, “Touch me.” You instructed him, your waist rocking in a way that made his length rub against that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars, “Fuck me.” You continued, making him raise his hips to fuck into you as you stilled yourself from moving,
Jimin did as told. Hands cupping over your breasts and massaging over them as he gnawed over his lip, “I won’t last if you keep doing this.” He confessed, “I’m gonna nut so fucking quick.” He shook his head, fingers tweaking over your nipples and making your head drop back as you moaned. Planting his feet down onto the bed, he used the mattress as momentum to raise his hips and begin to thrust up into you at your command, hands dropping to rest over your ass, palms squeezing and making your ass clap as he pushed himself into you, “Like that?” He husked out, your body leaning down towards his chest as he held you close to him,
“Harder.” You commanded… demanded.
And harder he went. Holding you in place as he began to thrust with more force up into you, making your body jolt and shake from the feeling. He used the strength in his thick ass thighs to pound into you, making you entire world flip upside down as you moaned into his shoulder, your face burying into his neck and hands gripping over his shoulder, “Fuck yes, harder. Harder.” You whimpered into his skin, teeth grazing over his flesh and digging into him, leaving indents of your teeth on his neck,
“Damn.” You heard Jungkook breathe out and he shifted with discomfort next to the two of you. He was dying at this point. The tip of his dick pooling with precum and his fists balling into the sheets of the bed, gripping over the material and trying not to rip into it as the agonizing pain in his angry cock started to make him dizzy, “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” He grunted, making your eyes flash open so that you could look at him,
“Koo…” You groaned your man’s name while Jimin continued, making Jungkook’s head snap up like a dog hearing its owner at the sound of his name dripping out of your lips like sweet honey, “I need you now.” You nodded fast, “Need you inside me too, baby.” You could feel Jimin’s cock throbbing inside of you and you knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was close. But he felt so good. You didn’t want it to end, “Don’t you cum yet, Jiminie.” You begged, “Not yet.” You hummed out although your hips kept moving to meet his thrusts, “I-...” You felt your stomach start to clench and shook your head, trying to focus on anything except climaxing, “I want you, Koo.” You breathed out through your nose and Jungkook stood up all too quickly at your statement, snatching the bottle of lube off the bed with a grunt,
“I’m here, mama.”
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With teeth gritting, Jungkook heaved a breath. Barely making an inch into you before you were already trying to push back against him, your ass moving with fervor. Needing more of him before he was even fully inside of you. The feeling was indescribable. The bed he knelt on felt like a plank under him although the mattress was softer than anything. The weight of his body felt dull and heavy. Your body felt so far away. Jungkook’s mind was spinning. Losing oxygen in his lungs because he was holding his breath. This action wasn’t all that new to your relationship. Anal. But this position was entirely new. Double penetration.
Jungkook wasn’t even sure you would be able to handle it. He clearly underestimated you with the way you were searching for more feeling from him even with having his friend’s cock deep inside of you already, “Easy, baby” Jungkook’s hand pressed at your lower back, “Don’t wanna hurt you.” His jaw flexed while his hand on your back snaked its way up to grip onto your hair, pulling the locks into his fist while the other hand slowly guided his cock into you.
Using the width of Jimin’s chest, you placed your palms down onto him to keep yourself from falling forward. You used him for some much needed support as you attempted to relax. Stray pieces of your hair were stuck to your forehead that was dotted with sweat. Your back glistening with perspiration too. You were exhausted and your body was working overtime to accommodate the width of your man’s cock inside of you. The initial stretch hurt as he pushed the head of dick pass the ring of muscles in your ass. Feeling as though he might split you in two but you were stronger than Jungkook knew. You could take him and that you were sure of.
“H..Hah..” You whimpered, The squelching noise of lubricant filling the room with your quiet groans as your man pushed the tip of his dick against your ass. Even though he had prepped you for as long as you could hold off for, the pressure was still borderline unbearable. And here you thought Jimin stretching your pussy apart was too much. But your man’s cock so wide and girthy as it was, had the pleasure rushing up your back and fanning out across your shoulders, taking the life out of you, “H-Hi.” You managed to breathe out as you came close to Jimin’s face, your lips ghosting over his own as you looked into his eyes,
“Hi, honey.” Jimin started to smile, “You okay, princess?” He whispered to you, his dick inside you still raging hard even though you were no longer bouncing on him, “Breathe.” He instructed you, fingertips reaching up to brush the tear trailing out of your eye away, “Try to relax, okay? It’ll feel better soon.” He cooed, his head leaning up to press an airy kiss against your lips, “The calmer you are the easier it is for Jungkook to fit. Don’t you want to feel good?” He smiled as you nodded through shaky breaths while you kissed each other, “Good girl. Almost there.” He hummed out softly into your mouth, his voice sweet and calming. Making it just a smidge more easier for you to relax.
Thankful for his friend’s encouragement to you, Jungkook was able to push more of his length into you. He couldn’t even speak or offer calming words himself because he had his teeth digging into his lower lip. Trying to refrain from hissing out from the way your ass hugged his cock so tight and perfect. You both weren’t avid anal doers mostly because the prep work was far too time consuming for two people who liked to get down and dirty fast. But whenever the special occasion did arise, it was always a good time. “Beautiful.” Jungkook finally whispered, the last of his length sliding all the way into you, making your back arch and mouth hang open as a muffled moan left your lips and got swallowed by Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook's hand in your hair gave the locks a firm tug, “Ready when you are, mama.” He exhaled, freehand coming up to wipe the sweat from his neck,
Jimin was right. The more pliant you became, the quicker it was for your body to open up to Jungkook and welcome his size into you. It wasn’t easy though. Not even with three fingers inside of you could prepare just how big Jungkook felt. You swore you could feel even the veins on his length inside of you. Rubbing against your walls and filling you up in ways that will definitely give you a wobble in your step tomorrow.
You sighed out with a satisfied groan, your lungs feeling easier to breathe now that he was finally all the way in. There was truly nothing better than feeling the man of your dreams filling you up in the way Jungkook could. It was like he was made for you alone, “M..Move, baby.” You nodded, pulling away from Jimin’s lips to brace yourself for what was coming,
With one thrust as a test, Jungkook moaned out under his breath, his head shaking as it dropped back to look at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a second. Thanking God for blessing him by bringing a woman like you into his life. Dude didn’t even believe in religion but you had him praying anyway. “Shit.” He bit the inside of his cheek and then made one more thrust, his friend underneath you aiming his hips up right after Jungkook’s thrust to push into you himself.
The shock of electricity that shot through your veins almost knocked the wind out of you. You gasped out loud. Nails clawing into Jimin’s chest, your hand wrapping around his throat to hold onto him as they took turns thrusting into you. Jungkook made the first and Jimin followed. You were thankful for them being careful. The two of them being the more level headed ones out of the three of you. It wasn't your fault that you were so cock hungry for these two men. The things they did to you just had you wanting to be the greatest slut for them. Still, you were grateful for their attentiveness. Grateful that they took their time. Choosing your comfort and pleasure before their own. Now, thanks to all the prep and patience, the feeling of having both your holes filled made you think as though you were dying and coming back to life again. With each thrust the two friends made, the pitch of your voice grew higher. Turning into squeaks and pleas for more.
Dancers were always quick to find rhythm when music played. Jungkook and Jimin were no different in the bedroom. They followed the beat of your body perfectly. With their eyes trained on you. Reading your body language and following after you like two hungry animals. They chased the feeling. Thrusting deeper, harder and faster when you asked. You begged them to use you. To do whatever they wanted as long as they both released into you. You were nothing but a vessel now. The only thing you needed to do was hold yourself up and let yourself feel. They put in all the work. Cooing to you and telling you did such a good job being a slut just for them.
“Harder.” You mewled out, “Make me hurt.” Tears pricked your eyes and you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. A sob of ecstasy threatening to break free from your lips. You didn’t want to walk tomorrow. You wanted to wake up tomorrow and be sore all over. That’s what you craved every time and right now was no different. You wanted a reminder every time you sat down. Every time you walked. Every time you bent. With both your men obliging to your requests, you could feel yourself desperately searching for that sweet spot your body craved to experience the most. You didn’t dare touch your clit. Knowing that stimulation paired with the rest would definitely send you over the edge. You didn’t even know if you could after the ravaging it went through by the pool. Instead, you let the seconds tick on. Let the minutes progress while you pushed back against Jungkook and pressed down on Jimin, hips circling as you yearned to feel the tips of their dicks so deep inside of you hitting the perfect spots.
“Can you take it?” Jungkook grunted to you between thrusts, his hand fisting tighter into your hair and giving it a nice, harsh pull, “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel.”
“Yea–” You tried to speak, knowing your man loved to hear you, “Yes…– I can take it, baby.” You nodded, your forehead resting against the center of Jimin’s chest, “Feels so– fucking good. Both of you.” You whimpered the words out, hearing your friend laugh under you,
“Such a sweet girl.” Jimin cooed into your ear, hands roaming over your waist as he pushed himself upwards into you, “Can’t wait to bust inside you.” He nearly growled the words out. Making your skin start to burn at the sound of his voice. The gentle, soft octave no longer existed. Jimin’s voice was raw with desire. Low rumbles leaving his chest each time he spoke, “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” He continued, the rhythm of his flow starting to lose momentum as he grew closer and closer to release,
Jungkook grunted in response, freehand giving your ass a slap to make it bounce against his length, “Baby, this ass is looking like a masterpiece.” His Busan accent was making its feature the more drunk with pleasure he got and usually, the more turned on Jungkook got, the more unhinged his thoughts became as well, “Wish you could see this, Jimin-ssi. Maybe–” He took a pause to catch his breath, “--Maybe next time we can switch.” Jungkook huffed, chest rising and falling with every breath he took, his sweat trickling from his neck to slide between his pecs, “How do you want me, babe? On your back or inside you?” His hand that rested on your ass roamed up your sweaty back to grip onto your shoulder, a firm tattooed hand grabbing over your skin and leaving a trail of fire along your back wherever he touched, “Tell your Koo what you want.” He spoke between thrusts,
You pondered Jungkook’s question but your mind ran a blank each time you tried to come up with an answer. How did he expect you to respond with his dick ramming into you like this? Having him nut inside you would be a real mess to clean up and you knew you’d be sitting in the shower for a long time to get clean after. But the feeling. Fuck, the feeling of having both these men releasing inside of your holes had you answering without a second thought, “In me.” You pleaded, “Want you to cum inside me.”
And there it was. The moment you had been craving the most. Your soul left your body at the unexpected feeling from Jungkook’s new angle. The force of him using your shoulder as support while he drove his length into you made Jimin raise his hips higher to compete with his friend’s thrusts. Your friend pressed into your g-spot. The curve of his dick pushing at it and making you start to tremble. Your walls closed around Jimin’s cock and your throat went dry. Unable to tell your men that you were going to cum. They knew anyways. Knew your body by now. Knew that when you seized up and your legs began to shake meant you were hitting that peak. Only now it was more intense than ever. With the added sensation of your man in your ass, you could only hide your face into Jimin’s sweat slicked chest and cry out pleas for them not to stop.
You died. You had to. Died and came back to life. Or as the french would call it, la petite mort. You had to put this shit on the top 10 climaxes of your life that’s for sure.
You collapsed onto Jimin with your arms giving out but he caught you and held on, arms snaking around your body and hushing your babbling with soothing words although his hands that rested over your ass, started spreading your cheeks wider for Jungkook to keep thrusting, “That’s our girl.” He coaxed the orgasm out of you, “Do what you need. Hurt me, I don’t give a fuck.” He hummed out as you bit over his collar, your nails scraping down his chest to his abs.
The sensation of you creaming on his length made Jimin’s breath begin to accelerate. Your walls gripping around the base of his cock and trapping him inside of you. His mouth began to water. And he could feel how sweaty he was. The realization that he was close made him more aware of his surroundings now but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. His stomach clenched and filled with heat. His dick twitching and while you rocked your hips to ride the climax out, Jimin knew at that moment he was done for.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Jimin announced, making Jungkook snicker out from behind you, “Shut up.” He spat to Jungkook who, although he couldn’t see, knew had a stupidly cocky grin along his lips.
You begged for him to cum inside of you and Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. Making one, two more thrusts and then he stilled, head dropping with a thud against the pillow under his head as he released into you. His cum shooting right up inside of you and filling you up. He let out a deep moan, groaning your name lewdly as he held you up and thrust himself into you while you mustered strength to meet his thrusts, helping him to ride the release out the same way he helped you, “Don’t pull out.” You whispered to Jimin, soft fingertips gliding over his rosy cheeks as you pressed your forehead against his, “Stay inside me until Jungkook finishes.”
Listening to you begging Jimin to cockwarm you made Jungkook delirious. He wished so badly to be a fly on the wall just to watch the scene unfolding. But his own view wasn’t too shabby if he had to say so himself. “Fuck, I’m dying.” He groaned, sweat dripping from his hair and making him feel sticky. He didn’t care. No one did. That was the beauty of sex. You both liked it nasty. Like it sweaty. After all, that’s what showers were for, right?
And for all that laughing Jungkook was doing at his friend earlier, he shut up immediately when he felt his own balls start to swell with the need to release. Hearing your cute little whines and cries from the sensitivity of your orgasm and his friend nutting inside you was enough to push Jungkook towards the end. His lips pressed together tight, hips stuttering for a moment and then he was pushing you downwards, raising your ass and pinning you against Jimin,
“Fuck.” He cursed out loud and you beckoned him to fill you up, your hand weakly reaching behind you to grab over your ass cheek, spreading yourself and backing up to reach his pelvis, “Stay that way.” He instructed you to which you had no problem obliging, “Fuck, like that.” Jungkook nodded with a breathless whisper as you backed up on him, making his cock burying deep inside of you, “Shit, babe–” Was the last thing he said and then he was spilling into you. The obscene sounds of his groans, his cum shot and the lube noises were filthy. So sexy.
The release made Jungkook dizzy. The pressure made the blood rush to his head and caused him almost to lose balance for a moment. He pressed his face into your back as he came, lips and tongue trailing up your spine. Swiping the sweat on your back away with the tip of his tongue and then he was sinking his teeth into your flesh, body quivering and moans muffled against your body while he rode it out. Rode it out until the head of his cock tingled with sensitivity. And then he was pulling out of you, leaning back and holding your ass apart to watch his cum start to trickle out of you,
“Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” He groaned, letting you go as the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion took over at once, “Come here, my love.” He called out to you, collapsing onto the bed next to Jimin with a huff. He pushed a hand through the sweat soaked hair on top of his head, fixing the disheveled mess and running his fingers through the locks to get it out of his face, “You alright, baby?” Jungkook questioned you, tired eyes inspecting over your face to ensure that you were okay,
Weakly, you peeled yourself off Jimin. A small whine leaving your lips as you pulled your body off from where his cock stayed nice and snug inside of you. Clenching your walls to keep his cum inside of you, you scrambled over to Jungkook and curled up on your side between the two men and let Jungkook pull you into his arms as he glanced over to Jimin, “You good too?” He asked his friend and Jimin nodded limply, eyes glazed and fucked out as he turned over to face the two of you, his hand reaching over to trail over your waist,
The two friends exchanged a look. One of… appreciation. One of… thankfulness. And one of… never to mention this interaction to anyone. Not in fear of judgment but in fear that the other’s would grow jealous because there was no chance in hell they wouldn’t feel some type of way knowing something fucking intense and exhilarating as this took place.
“That was amazing.” Jimin commented with a tired sigh and he leaned over, moving your hair away to press a kiss against your shoulder. He lingered over your body for a few moments. Face pressing and nosing over your skin before he reached down towards the blankets half hanging off the mattress, his form sliding out of the bed as he pulled the sheets over your body to cover you up, “I’ll go shower first. You two get your rest.” He announced and Jungkook nodded, eyes on his friend’s back as he exited the bedroom on wobbly legs,
“Don’t fall asleep, mama. You gotta shower.” Jungkook hummed out low, arms sliding around your sticky body and bringing you against his chest, “Need anything?” He asked, fingers moving freely through your hair and wrapping the locks that stuck to your back around his wrist and away from your skin in effort to cool your body down, “Want some water?”
Sleep was all you craved now. Your body feeling as if it weren’t connected to your head anymore. As far as you knew, you were already asleep. The daze of getting plowed into by two men making your eyelids heavy. “Not sleeping.” You mumbled and pushed your face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and shoulder, eyes closing in bliss. You were quiet as Jimin left the room, a longing to have him stay making you want to tell him to wait but the need to be glued to Jungkook’s side was stronger, “Just need you.” A soft whisper mumbled into your man’s skin, “Was I good?” You asked, lifting your head slowly to peek at him.
Hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on in the distance, the noises of water falling made Jungkook sleepy himself. He had his eyes closed, an arm resting behind his head as he laid on his back, soft tufts of air leaving his lips as his breathing stilled, “More than good.” He opened an eye and glanced over to you when he felt your gaze on him, “You were perfect, baby.” He nodded, turning a bit so that he was facing you now and coming closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “Did you ever doubt yourself?” He started to smile, eyes wrinkling cutely and his teeth spreading into a blissful smile, “I never doubted you for a minute.” He nodded, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, “Thank you for doing this.”
You leaned into Jungkook’s embrace, eyelashes fluttering as you nuzzled his palm with your cheek. Feeling the warmth of his love radiating through his skin and transferring to yours. Sinking into your flesh and injecting into your veins like the finest drug in the world,, “I love you.” You hummed quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “Thank you.” You smiled more, “Can you shower with me?” You asked, eyes rounding into your signature puppy-eyed look because you knew if your pussy couldn’t make you get your way (which it did all the time, don’t kid yourself), this look would make Jungkook fold in seconds,
Jungkook began to laugh, starting to sit up a bit as he nodded, “Baby, I don’t even think you could walk right now. Let alone stand in the shower by yourself.” He joked, “Can you even feel your legs?” Your goofball of a man was back and it made you roll your eyes tiredly, “Of course we’re showering together. Jimin can change the bedsheets.” He smiled triumphantly,
“Hey– I heard that.” Jimin grumbled as he made his way back into the bedroom after his shower, hair sopped wet from and dripping down his shoulders as he walked into the room with his towel wrapped around his waist, “You’re making us breakfast in the morning if I have to change the sheets..” He declared, arms folding confidently over his chest as he stood before the two of you,
“Deal.” Jungkook agreed with a beam, “I’ll make sure to cook you a nice, hearty breakfast if you do us this favor.” He nodded enthusiastically, grateful for his friend to help with the chore of stripping the bed. It was the least Jimin could do from the way he sweat right through the sheets anyways, “Now help me get our girl to the shower.”
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ ˚ . ★⋆.
Feeling soft lips roaming over the side of your neck made you stir in your sleep. A tired hum leaving your mouth while you felt the pair of lips kiss against your collar bone then your shoulder and finally over your bare chest, “Mm… Baby, it’s too early.” You thought it was Jungkook bugging your ass for some early morning loving, “Tomorrow, please.” You grumbled tiredly, “You almost broke me yesterday. I need a day to recover.” Your voice was laced with sleep but the kisses continued, a sweet laugh coming from your side that did not sound like your man’s.
“Jungkook?” You questioned, still in a sleepy daze but slowly realizing that the kisses being placed on your skin were not from him at all. The lip rings you always felt pressing into you were missing.
At that, your eyes slowly fluttered open and you peeked to your side. Not feeling an urgency to panic over who the mystery person was because you knew in this house, you were safe no matter what, “Oh..” A tired smile formed along your lips as Jimin greeted you, “Morning, Mimi.” You slowly turned onto your side to face him, your cheek smushing into the pillow under your head, “I thought you were Koo.” You murmured apologetically, leaning into his palm as he reached over and caressed along your cheek,
He was already fully dressed for the day and sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. Wearing a loose sweater that covered his hands and a pair of lounge shorts, “Morning, princess.” He smiled at you, bare skin rosy and fresh from his shower and hair falling delicately around his face, “Jungkook told me I could wake you up. He’s making something for you to eat downstairs.” Jimin chirped, “I already ate. It was really delicious.” He tapped over his stomach with his freehand, his fingertips stroking along your cheek now moving to run over your back, his adorable crooked tooth appearing as he smiled wider, “Did you have a nice sleep?” He rubbed over your back, warm palms against your bare skin starting to wake you up,
“I slept like a log.” You let out a soft giggle, rubbing your face against the pillow as you blinked away sleep, “Passed out after showering and didn’t move an inch until now.” You nodded, feeling more alert and awake now when you recollected the memories of the prior evening’s activities, “I had a lot of fun last night.” You started to smile at Jimin, beginning to sit up.
You felt the ache in your muscles as you collected the blanket draped over your naked form and hiked it from where it was wrapped around your waist to your chest now. The pain in your body was a silent reminder of how eventful your night really was. Your whole body hurt like a bitch but it was a nice hurt. It was a dull sore in your back. In your shoulders. Your chest. Your ass. Your knees and even your thighs. You felt refreshed if you had to be honest. You know the feeling of having a really good workout? That.
“What about you?” You asked, covering your body with the duvet and wrapping yourself in its softness, “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept like a baby.” Jimin began to chuckle, “But I have to get ready for my flight soon.” He grumbled as if he didn’t want to leave, “I’m going to be thinking about you guys for the entire flight.” He joked but you knew he was telling the truth, “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” Jimin looked towards the door as if he was hoping Jungkook would come upstairs and help him through what his question. He hesitated for a moment and you quirked a brow, wanting to ask him to just spit it out, “Well…” He sighed, giving you a sheepish look, “I wanted to ask–”
“Do you wanna go with him to Japan?” Jungkook interrupted from the doorway, his smile radiating into the room from the door. He too was looking refreshed and clean. The sweaty hair that was stuck to his forehead last night was no longer there. Only soft, bouncy locks draped around his face like luscious curtains now.
Damn, how long have you been sleeping? What time was it?
“I mean, do you want us to go to Japan with him.” Jungkook was heavy on the us because even though he had let his friend have his way with you last night, he wasn’t about to just let Jimin whisk you away into his arms and disappear to a different country. No, sir. He had his fantasies, yes but this wasn’t about to turn into a regular occurrence… unless you wanted it to, of course.
You looked at Jungkook with shock on your face and then at Jimin, your head shaking in disbelief, “Wha– why?” You asked, “What are we gonna do there?” You began to question them even though you were already thinking of what outfits you needed to pack. Where were those cute sneakers Jungkook just bought you? You would definitely be needing them for all of the cute themed cafes you’d be dragging the boys to. Your mind began to wander and you almost didn’t hear Jungkook speaking as he walked further into the room,
“Eat. Drink. Sightsee.” Jungkook hummed, a steaming cup of tea in his hands as he sunk onto the bed with one knee, placing the cup down onto the nightstand next to you before he took a seat, arms wrapping around you to pull you into his warm embrace, “What else do people do in a different country, silly.” He snickered at your questions, fingers moving up to smooth your bed head away and fix the tousled locks that were sticking up around your head, “It’s a little last minute but I figured that we could use the getaway and Jimin could use the company, right?” He looked at Jimin who nodded eagerly,
“Eating ramen alone in the middle of the night just isn’t fun anymore.” Your friend drooped sadly, his puppy-kitty like eyes swallowing you up as he gave you a convincing stare, “It sure would be nice to go on a trip with my friends.”
You weighed the pros and cons in your head. Pros… it was fucking Japan. Cons… the flight was leaving tonight. You had to pack and prepare! These goofs really thought they could give you such short notice? Ah, fuck it. “I mean… it is quite lonely eating ramen alone. You have a point there.” You reached for the cup of tea Jungkook had brought you and blew on the liquid as you brought it to your lips, feeling your stomach grumble as the appetite opening smell of the herbal tea wafted to your nose, “Wait… can I eat first?” You pouted, “Okay yes, fine. Yes, but I need to go home and pack too. Fuck, where’s my passport?” You looked at Jungkook as he began to laugh, his shoulders shaking when he chuckled at you, “What?”
“Can I eat first.” He repeated after you, “That’s the first thing she asks…” He snorted, shaking his head, “Of course you can, baby.”
“And one more thing.” You gave the two of them a deadpan look after you took a sip of your tea, the two both equally looked at you with curiosity, “We do whatever we did last night again.” You nodded and both Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance between each other. One of disbelief. Shock and…. Interest.
“Fuck yes.” Both Jimin and Jungkook blurted at the same time, making you smile coyly.
“Who else has a free schedule?” You suddenly asked, “Maybe… someone else wants to join.” You weren’t even sure of what you were asking, hoping the two men in front of you could catch your hint, “Like you said… eating ramen alone just isn’t fun.” You gave Jimin a smile at the hidden meaning of what you were saying and Jungkook hummed out lowly,
“Namjoon said he’s free.” Your man announced, fingers tapping over his phone quickly, “Just asked him.”
“Namjoon...” You pondered his name, thinking of all the times you’ve spent with him. There weren’t many. And the ones you did remember were mostly spent in comfortable silence next to each other doing your own things while the other members were off playing games or other rowdy activities together, “Does he.. uh, like ramen?”
“Oh, he loves ramen.” Jimin nodded, “Has a big appetite for it.” He orchestrated with his hands and the three of you laughed together.
“He said he’s in. Will meet us at the airport.” Jungkook concluded, the smirk on his lips never swaying as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against the side of your head, “Let’s go eat.” He ended the conversation there but the butterflies beginning to flutter in your stomach only started.
This might just be the start to something… amazing.
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— 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
this is a sequel! read the first part here.
pairing: fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader
content warnings: child abuse, childhood trauma, discussions of class disparity, embezzlement, alcohol, panic attacks, implied/referenced attempted drugging, implied/referenced loss of parents
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It's funny, isn't it — to find similarities in two lives that seem to contrast on the surface, only to find matching melodies written throughout their pages. You know what they say. Don't judge a book by its cover.
An infiltration mission concludes with a realization. They smile at one another, knowing that they were never truly alone.
Unlike the everyday citizens of the bustling city of Yokohama, forced to chip away at their lives in their dismal office jobs, the affluent elite escaped into the idyllic countryside of its borders, seeking refuge from the watchful gazes of their employees and underlings while indulging in their superfluous, leisurely pursuits. Nestled amid the lush, green forests, an opulent estate stood, its pristine white concrete contrasting with the muted vegetation. Majestic frosted glass doors glistened in the warm embrace of the midday sun, beckoning visitors along a sprawling cobblestone pathway that stretched across the well-manicured lawn, where sleek limousines inched their way toward the entrance. Delicate planter boxes adorned with vibrant blooms scatter petals onto guests, adding an enchanting touch of natural elegance to the festive gathering.
Each one of these blue bloods was dressed in their finest brunch clothes — ladies swathed in flowy calf-length dresses that bounced with each step, gentlemen coated in strapping two-piece suits as their waxed loafers clopped behind them. Rumors whistled betwixt the lips of each cluster, tittle-tattling about the latest paltry fling or dalliance of the week. People glided in and out of each room, sipping on fine champagnes and rich wines, giving into debauched pleasures without thought of consequence. They slipped into conversations with ease, not bothering to remember names but feigning knowledge of other's affairs all the same.
A man entered through the threshold, eyes flickering from person to person. No one paid him any mind, unknowingly allowing the serpent with a silver tongue to slip inside, masquerading as a witless bachelor amongst a sea of dozens. The unforeseen mask of death entered the party without a second thought, his intentions concealed behind a manufactured smile. It only shifted when he looked towards his companion, a woman who stared with dazed, wistful eyes as she froze upon stone steps.
"Моя милая."
(Name) barely stirred from her thoughts, a distant hum on her lips as he guided her inside. They floated like specters across the shining floors, becoming the prime subject of whispers as they gave the room a once-over. Fyodor could not help the way his eyes drifted towards the form of his companion, who remained unsuspecting to his gaze while at his side, arm-in-arm, as she tuned into the conversations around them. She had slipped herself into an alluring, satin sable dress that was curled around her calves, swaying with each step, and was sinched to create a silhouette of empyrean grace and charm — a divine treasure escorted by her devout attendant, not that he would allow her to know that.
He paid special concern to the tension lined underneath the textiles of her dress, kneading at the taut muscles as he settled a reassuring hand against the small of her back, watching with keen eyes as she melted with each stir of his fingers — she was both in her element and yet not at the same time. But he had to admit; she was a sight for sore eyes amongst the vibrant, ostentatious heirs and heiresses that continued to babble on and on. It was hard to imagine her comfortable in a setting like this, though he was well aware she attended these types of gatherings when she was raised as a socialite in Moscow. Not that she particularly wanted to.
They locked eyes, and she found herself unable to contain the hitch of her breath at the sight of his tempting, devilish smirk as he teased the curled cherubic ringlets of her styled hair between two fingers. He leaned closer, his warm breath prickling the shell of her ear, a tremor rattling her spine as she remained a stiffened statue, the only indication of life being the heat that radiated off her skin. He reveled in the subtle details of her face as if he were admiring a Renaissance painting — the way her pupils bloomed as she subconsciously toyed with her lips.
"Не забудьте пройти мимо за́ла," he whispered in hushed breaths, pulling away before she leaned too far into him, withdrawing himself.
She whirred out a deafened whistle, imperceivably stretching her limbs as she answered with a silent nod, fleeing from his carnivorous grasp as she willfully threw herself into the throng of equally ravenous guests, who were prepared to gorge on her body as if she were an unsuspecting, innocent lamb — the main course for the event. But she was already equipped with the mental tools to deal with such stifles.
Another mission. They had snuck into the estate of the illustrious Amaterasu family, which maintained a myriad of associates with the officials of both Japan and Yokohama's governments respectfully. To her, it was no shock to uncover that these nouveau riche elites had achieved their financial status through devious and shrewd methods. They were associated with several embezzlement schemes that funneled donations from public works projects into their personal bank accounts, which unashamedly reflected in the luster of their décor. It was almost impressive — they were close to rivaling the Port Mafia with their connections. In the last couple of weeks, the Rats had steadily scrounged up intel about the household, pinpointing the brunch event as a prime opportunity, manufacturing invitations to slip in and string them up with a noose created by their own secrets — and (Name), with her background, was the best choice for the job.
She glided into conversations with a practiced ease, moving across the entry hall with fluid grace, her laughter both enchanting and unattainable as she remained an undetected outsider. (Name) nodded at their queries, careful not to allow her own name to escape her as she dodged their prying questions. No matter the setting, whether in Moscow or Japan, socialites were always the nosiest people in the room. Her twisted smile quivered, finding an air of amusement in their meager attempts to squeeze out the truth. She had plenty of experience avoiding this type of attention as the black sheep of her family, accustomed to much more animosity than prodding from meager-minded gossipmongers. And through each word that left her lips, she only emboldened herself as an entrancing enigma — she hoped it would draw forth the curiosity of one particular member of the party.
Her heels clicked with each stride as she scaled the grand staircase, ghosting past oodles of guests sampling their bubbling beverages, leaning toward one other in a vain attempt to hide their unabashed whispers. The blinding spotlight wasn't new to her, but embracing it was a feeling she would need to get used to. There was such a powerful sentiment in captivating the attention of dozens, and instead of retreating from the brilliant light into the comfort of the shadows, standing proud and tall.
Her eyes drifted to the steps, recalling the marble stairwell she climbed as a girl. Each element of this house was a strange picture of perfection, like it remained completely unlived in. It unnerved her — there were no dents or scratches that could depict the elements of a family home. Even within the suffocation of her childhood manor, the outside stranger knew it was lived in. The walls steamed with stories of generations past, tales of triumph and tragedy. Her own story lingered in the mold that set in those foundations. She frowned. It was so much easier for these families to hide their greed and vanity behind the blank canvas of their homes, but it signified one thing. They were also so much easier to manipulate.
"Excuse me!"
Perfect timing.
The swift footsteps of a tiny, guileless woman approached with a mission in mind. She had crimped charcoal hair that was pinned near the back of her neck and was swaddled in a dress that could trap heat. Her winding, animated grin grabbed the attention of every man she passed — at least to the average eye. (Name) watched each turned head as they eyed her glitzy, loud gown, practically licking their lips at the shameless declaration of wealth. She also caught the imperceptible downturn through the corners of the young woman's overdrawn lipstick, a small smile appearing on her own face as she recognized her.
The infamous sole child and heiress to the Amaterasu fortune — Amaterasu Kana. Even if she had not been debriefed before the mission, (Name) would've had to have been living under a rock not to recognize her. She was frequently featured on the front pages of Yokohama newspapers, photographed shaking the hands of bureaucrats and cutting the ribbons of upstart foundations. Though (Name) knew that most of the money that was donated to those charity events suspiciously disappeared into the pockets of its organizers.
(Name) bowed her head, purposefully concealing her expression. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Amaterasu."
"The pleasure is all mine." Goosebumps crawled across her arms despite the sleeves that worked to warm her body — Kana had the intonation of a shrill songbird, and (Name) had to withhold a wince as if she was the sole audience for a children's recorder concert, except without the endearment of childish passion. And much like a child, the small heiress rang on like an unrelenting church bell, prodding (Name)'s mind with a complete lack of shame as she bombarded her with a breakneck amount of questions. She would make an impressive detective if it weren't for her brazenness. Wealthy socialites always did this, but she was one of the worst (Name) had experienced by far.
Out of the corner of her eyes, (Name) spotted two of the heiress' bodyguards, dressed in black from head to toe, mumbling into their earpieces. If she had to guess, they were most likely searching into her background as their mistress attempted to distract her — not that they would be able to find anything. Fyodor guaranteed that their backgrounds had been wiped across the continent, besides their obvious national origins, erasing and stealing records until nothing remained.
"I must say, dear — you look lovely. Like a sparkling jewel," Kana interjected, tugging at the skirt of (Name)'s dress. "And this fabric is divine. You must recommend me your tailor."
"You are quite lovely as well." (Name) beamed at the woman, a rhapsodic thrill tremoring through her nerves at the envious lilt in Kana's tone. She lifted at the ruffles of her skirt with her gloved hand, a disappointed pout exaggerated by the furrow of her brows. "I'm afraid the dress was a present. I am unaware of its original designer."
It was a half-truth; the dress was a gift. However, the designer was not a famous one who completed commissions across the country. (Name) had been unaware that a familiar casino manager designed clothes until he approached her with a timid smile and an offer — becoming his experimental model in exchange for the products. Sigma already had a tasteful eye for fashion, but she had only then realized that he had created his own outfits himself, hiding his talent behind a wall of mediocrity and humility.
CLING!
A hushed commotion halted their bleak conversation, murmurs rushing through the agitated room as both of the women peered their heads around other partygoers. Another woman had apparently tripped over her own two feet while she descended the stairs, tumbling into a man beside her and accidentally splashing champagne on her white dress, the rest smashed with glass shards as it hit the ground. She blushed, apologizing profusely as the man helped her to her feet, only for him to respond with a judgemental sneer as he turned back to his discussion, leaving the poor woman stuttering as tears welled in her eyes. (Name) frowned as the girl limped away, her foot twisted at an odd angle, practically feeling her pain reflecting from memories many years ago.
"Quite a hideous little thing, now, isn't she?" an insidious, slithering voice whispered into her ear, making her skin crawl.
She couldn't allow a sliver of that internal empathy to appear on her face, lucky that no one caught the shallow breaths she took in as she compelled herself to remain stationary, resisting the urge to walk over and assist the girl. The elites would eat her alive if she showed even a hint of compassion — be as lifeless and perfect as a statue. (Name) hummed at Kana's insulting sneer in mock agreement, eyeing the woman as she was forced to link arms with her.
"Come now." Kana pulled on her arm, squeezing it with a bruise-inducing grip. "I must introduce you to some of my colleagues. There are some fine-looking gentlemen amongst them."
(Name) nodded with a hum but lost her breath and forgot her place as she paused at the border of the second-floor balcony, gazing over the opulent guests until she spotted the familiar face of her companion conversing with a group of well-groomed gentlemen. No one besides her knew that the man had no ancestral experience with affluence and riches, his charm allowing him to blend in with ease, enticing the people that surrounded him with faux allure as he feigned interest in their daily struggles. She wanted to roll her eyes — it took years for her to absorb a facade of stoicism, but he was practically the master of that craft.
However, there was one part of this mission that bothered her.
In many cases, she would've been accompanied by one of her subordinates, acting solely as a precautionary aid — and likely a human shield — in case the mission went awry. However, instead of a member of the countless contenders that she had considered and submitted to Fyodor to review for the task, she was met with the looming silhouette of the Demon himself sitting inside their rented limousine, a deliberate gleam in the narrowed cavern of his eyes. She had paused but didn't bother to ask about the altered plan. He would never tell her, hiding the truth behind a variety of well-thought-out excuses.
At least she wasn't paired up with Ivan again. A shiver ran down her spine. The man was obsessed with Fyodor and in turn, was equally as obsessed with her.
Nevermind that. In truth, she was delighted that Fyodor had chosen to accompany her today. But a part of her couldn't help but notice certain small aspects of his attire, particularly in the way his suit ever-so-slightly opened to expose the pale, blank canvas of his neck, unprotected from prying eyes by the lack of his signature ushanka. Her gaze traveled further down, ogling at the way the clothes were tailored against his lean body, unused to the sight of him outside of his normal button-ups and coat. And without a second beat, he glanced up at her, vibrant irises boring into her soul, a huff of amused air blowing out of his lips before he held her in a somnolent stupor.
That stupid, handsome bastard. She couldn't help but smile.
"Are you interested in that man down there?" Kana broke through the trance, forcing the pair of partners-in-crime to look away.
(Name) merely hummed, not too bothered that she was caught staring. "I apologize. I must've zoned out."
Kana blatantly ignored her questionable explanation, looking through the crowd until she spotted Fyodor. "He is quite appealing to the eye." A smirk curled up on her lips, one that made (Name)'s stomach roll. She eyed the heiress with a dissecting glare, arms tense as her jaw clenched. "Couldn't say I recognize him. Perhaps I should introduce myself once we return."
"Shall we?" Kana batted her eyelashes up at (Name), remaining blissfully unaware of the way the other woman's fists clenched at her sides.
She grinned through gritted teeth, releasing a tense cloud of electrified air. "I'd be delighted."
A modern lounge room stood within the heart of the mansion, exuding a further air of extravagance. It blended styles of both contemporary design and classic luxury, adorned with sleek block-like furniture and plush geometric textiles. Large, panoramic windows stretched from floor to ceiling, providing an unyielding view of the lush outdoor gardens and the vast stagnant pool to each observer.
Guests shuffled in and out of the room, holding their fragile cocktails that were stirred and crafted by an expert mixologist — and (Name) knew immediately that she had made it to the true center of wealth. These weren't only people who flaunted their riches; they held a manner of sophistication and generational duty with each stiffened motion of their bodies. Conversations intentionally touched on in-depth topics, opening the door to global investments and brandishing several philanthropic endeavors. Fortunes were discussed amidst sips of aged wine, and business deals passed between shaken hands and tipsy laughter. Her father would've been delighted to know his daughter was able to achieve a level of finite poise and refinement, much to her chagrin. She had never cared about such things, but old mannerisms seemed to die hard.
One spotless, shining grand piano settled in the corner of the room, attached to a dignified middle-aged pianist who played countless classical compositions, flipping through his repertoire with skilled agility — but she could recognize the lust for money that radiated in every crescendo, his shifting gaze eyeing the fat cats as they came and went. Softened melodies emanated from ivory keys, an ignored background to conversations. (Name) zeroed in on the sound, her hands cramping at a familiar tune, massaging her aching palms as he rendered each stiffened note. She sighed, shaking herself out of her reminiscence as she refocused her attention on her one-sided, lackluster conversation with the Amaterasu heiress that clung to her side.
"Each one of my governesses claims that I'm a reborn genius. From Einstein to Newton, their compliments never cease to make me blush."
(Name) bristled her shoulders, adverting herself away from Kana's boastful grin. "I can certainly understand why. You are absolutely impossible to underestimate."
Kana's cheeks reddened with demure delight, hiding part of her face with a wave of her hand as the backhanded meaning of the insult fell on deafened ears. "You are far too kind, dear."
(Name) disregarded the murmurs of the bashful woman as they glided into the center of the crowd. Kana attracted most of the initial attention from partygoers, much to (Name)'s relief and luck — she was a wealth magnet. It opened up the best opportunity for her to analyze each guest, combing through them to capture the perfect moment. She almost felt bad for the man she chose to push as she wormed out of the rabble, constructing a domino effect as he knocked over several others.
She didn't feel too bad, considering he was attempting to slip a familiar substance into the drink of a woman who remained obliviously chatting beside him.
Through a series of unfortunate missteps and collisions that she couldn't have calculated better in any other circumstance — a misplaced foot here, an inadvertent push there — a chain reaction was set off at a moment's notice. Several of the other guests lost place of their footing, glasses of fine champagnes and pungent wines flying in beautiful arches into the air, perilously headed towards the pristine ivory furniture. Shrieks of dismay cried out as many were splashed in the following seconds, soaked in sticky alcohol as they griped and groaned.
And in that unforgiving spotlight, gawked at by all, was Amaterasu Kana herself, bathed in a mixture of red and beige. She shook like an irate pomeranian puppy, snarling at anyone who attempted to console her as she screamed in outrage, stomping her heals against broken glass as attendants swarmed her, trying to ease their mistress through their attempts to rectify the pastel fabrics of her dress, but it was entirely in vain. It was absolutely ruined. (Name) smirked, releasing a mischievous chuckle as she slipped down a lone, umbrageous hallway while a high-pitched shriek wore at the foundations of the house.
She shuffled down the hall, approaching an intimidatingly large door. It wasn't a surprise that it seemed to be locked as she fiddled with the handle, but that wasn't a problem. She reached into her hair, pulling out a slender, metal hairpin from amongst her styled tresses. With a smile on her face, she funneled years of experience in breaking into her stepmother's study, her younger self carefully prying apart the rusting lock to snatch a few rare novellas into her current situation. She summoned a deep breath, bending the pin with one end shaped as a hook, the other remaining to act as a tension wrench. It slipped into the keyhole, and she applied an expert amount of pressure, listening with her ear pressed against the wood as she engaged with the tumblers inside. Her delicate movements felt like it took hours, careful not to allow the stressor of time to affect her judgment, and she let out a huff once she heard a familiar click, the mechanism surrendering as the entrance was left ajar.
The office was quite frigid compared to the warmth of the rest of the manor and seemed to rot like a bleeding heart in the foundations of its furniture. She muffled a cough, the air thick with the scent of aged paper, tall bookshelves lining the walls with volumes that encompassed decades of knowledge. The desk held a myriad of scars from its countless years of use, her hands brushing the dust on its worn top as her eyes scrounged through the scattered documents. And that was when she spotted it — a couple of bank numbers and a list of recent transactions between the family and those so-called charities.
Money may be enticing in itself, but to the rich, blackmail is worth its weight in gold.
She scoured the room, a flickering light catching her eye from its place high in an upper corner — a surveillance camera. But she wasn't the least bit worried. The entire feed was currently being filtered into the headquarters of the Rats, monitored by someone at every hour, and completely disconnected from the major security unit of the estate. She snatched the papers, carefully folding them and slipping them inside a pocket enclosed by a zipper hidden underneath the folds of her dress — bless Sigma and his never-ending ingenuity.
Her cunning hands fiddled with the window latch, cracking it open with tactful consideration. She bundled the skirt of her outfit into her arm as she clamored out onto a dormer, shutting it with a click and a snap behind her. Adrenaline empowered her muscles, an experienced skip in her steps once she removed her heels to race across panels, ducking underneath windows before climbing up to the roof of an outstretched hallway, relieved that the office was positioned away from the prying eyes of outside stragglers — most likely on purpose. She relished in the brush of comforting misty spring air as it caressed her exposed skin and fluttered betwixt the fabric of her dress, a stark contrast to the unforgiving winters of her homeland, using her energy to balance from one point to another carefully. And with a thud, she slipped through a sunroof into a claustrophobic entryway, landing like a cat.
She frowned, scanning the space. Fyodor had only told her where they were supposed to meet, but he never specified exactly what type of room it was. She braced a hand against an ornate wooden door, prying it open with a huff.
Her mouth gaped as she entered upon a verdant landscape, bathed in the mellow midday sun. Its grandeur was unmatched by any other element of the estate, an oasis of life and vibrancy. The glass walls, kissed by the sun's golden rays, glistened with a radiant luster — an invitation to all who adventured it. Its sheer size was awe-inspiring, a lush tapestry of luminance. Sunlight filtered in between cracks in the canopy, creating patterns of blossoming vitality as she gazed at rows of assorted plants, ranging from towering trees to delicate orchids. She was partially saddened to see that no one chose to traverse through its stone pathways, breathing in a deep breath as she closed her eyes, listening to the deafened beauty of nature, even if it was encapsulated in such a finite space.
Her feet pattered against the foliate corridors created through flora, pausing to look upon the radiance of a noble, granite gazebo. It wasn't the structure itself that caught her eye but the object inside. Underneath the dappled shade of its roof was a breathtaking, anachronistic piano, standing as a testament to time. The instrument, with its darkened, polished wood and ornately carved legs, remained as a silent guardian of past melodies. Its keys, weathered with age, held a timeless allure. Its wooden lid, left open ajar, revealed an ancient interior, an intricate trove of resonant strings and felt hammers tuned to perfection.
Her aching hands loosened as her dread transformed into nostalgic longing, eyes sparkling as she found herself mindlessly drifting to perch on the piano bench, arms floating above the keys with euphoric anticipation. The greenhouse went silent with her first keystroke, hearkening attention toward the woman at its heart, who caressed the instrument in the delicate folds of her fingers. With every passing sound, she melded into a statuesque mold, back straightened, and muscles strained as she gritted her teeth, a familiar melody rousing the granite columns. Each crescendo is intentional; each note is intentional. Her face faltered as her hand tumbled with a cramp, the noise coming out sharp.
SMACK!
A metal ruler smacked against her throbbing wrists, which were now smaller and thinner.
"Again," a sharp, cacophonous voice pressured from behind, forcing the tiny girl to straighten like a stick out of dread. A decrepit woman dressed from collar to ankle in billowed clothes as black as midnight — the widowed Akilina Kozakov, her governess — towered over (Name) with a striking gaze, lips pursed tight into a perpetual snarl. The child formerly adored music; faint memories of ancient melodies and creaking lullabies whispered into her ears as a babe as she was held in the arms of her late mother. But that was only until she turned five and was pushed into taking lessons.
She had previously revered the piano with wonder, tuning into the barrage of pianists that entered her home, dollar signs illuminated in their eyes as they sat to play for guests during gatherings. Through the shadows, she would remain hidden behind the wooden banisters as she hummed along to the tune with a shallow smile, tapping the softened skin of her fingers onto the floor. But they only remained bruised and calloused — she would've never imagined something that could sound so freeing could restrain her in her place on the ground.
Play perfectly, not passionately — that was the Yeliseyev motto.
She suppressed the exuberance of mellifluous spirit in her mind, the action becoming easier with each passing lesson — the passion seemed to dissolve from between her fingers whenever her hands floated above the keys. With every scream and slap, she felt the love she had for the euphonious instrument dissipate, muscles locked in a tense position, the only emotion surviving being never-ending dread. Like a grizzled falcon, her governess eyed her subtle motions, repetitively smacking the ruler against her palm to the tempo.
(Name)’s hunger-ridden body trembled as she approached the keys once more, picking up from the previous section that she had messed up, swallowing her saliva as she forced herself to play. She blinked back tears amidst shallow breaths, rocking with nausea as the room spun around her, shivering as illustrations of her ancestors stared at her from above, bounding closer and closer. Her eyes dug into her hands — too light, too heavy, too fast, too slow, too loud, too soft, too—!
SMACK!
Her knuckles pulsated with immense pain, and she choked down a cry. No one would permit her sobs, so she remained still.
"Ms. Yeliseyeva!"
"I'm so sorry, teacher. I—" Ms. Kozakov silenced her with the slap of the ruler against the lid of the piano, running the straightened edge amongst the dozens of scratches in its wooden top. (Name) withered into herself as a daisy shuddered by a blizzard, sniffling into clothes that overwhelmed her body, the hems surpassing her arms and legs as they rolled down more with each motion.
"Be quiet."
The woman crossed her arms with a humph, her sleeves swaying like bat wings. "Your older brothers were brilliant pianists when they were your age, even while multitasking their other studies and the affairs of the estate."
(Name) wobbled in the ginormous piano seat, breathing between gritted teeth as she bit back a sob. The comparisons had been a tiresome charade, paralleling her to brothers she would never relate to. She was nothing like them, who were born with a silver spoon nestled inside their mouths, the handle cradled by tender hands. They were beloved. Each of her brothers received praise and affection for their efforts, while she was expected to be their equal with none of the benefits. It wasn't a challenge to turn them into perfect, charming young heirs — it is easy to be perfect when you are loved beyond reason, but it is so difficult to be perfect when your flaws are pointed out with every struggle and strife.
(Name) did not miss the repulsed sneer on her governess’s face, knowing that it was hardly a fraction of the disgust the woman felt towards her. No one enjoyed acknowledging the aristocratic lineage of (Name)'s paternal line, but it was rarely ignored in conversation — sometimes, she wished it was. (Name) often found herself preoccupied with daydreams, basking in thoughts of daily grandeur — a life spent far from the eyes of the bustling city and into the lush forests of the Russian countryside, cradled in unrelenting adoration as she nuzzled into the warm embrace of her mother. Perhaps they would've planted a garden, the flowers bursting into full bloom with unmatched vibrancy as they occupied their days relishing life's simple pleasures. They didn't need anyone else as long as they had one another. But that was only a fantasy, only to remain in her mind as she tossed and turned at night.
"You are only expected to be perfect." Ms. Kozakov broke from her thoughts with a sharp kick to her shin, her pointed heels breaking the skin. "Perfect is the least you can be, and yet you are not."
(Name) bobbed her head only to feel another familiar smack against her spine. "Sit like a lady, Ms. Yeliseyeva. Not a penniless pauper. Play from that measure again."
So she took a deep breath, preparing herself to leap back into the fray.
Every key she flattened underneath her fingertips unlocked another fragmented mirror of her memories and, with them, the sorrow and anguish she had tried to bury beneath vivacious smiles and whispered assurances. The melody, originally composed to be smooth as a lake's shining surface, gradually grew more intense, reflecting the resurgence of her emotions. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, hands moving with a sense of purpose like a mouse scurrying into its hole, racing away from the shadows of her nostalgia. Perfection — those aristocrats always expected perfection from her. She was primarily too focused on the composition of her measures to relish in an end product. To the members of the Moscow elite, it did not matter if a song itself was beautiful as long as the instrumentalist was a pretty little possession for them to pocket. Pain intertwined with each chord as she tremoured through the bars. The gazebo echoed with rushes of raw despair and fleeting flashes of hope before it silenced in one sweeping motion, as if her past haunted the buzzing air into submission, weakening the plants as they remained stationary at their roots. Exhaustion overwhelmed her; the woman wiping her eyes and removing her gloves, only to find her palms pooled with sweat in every crevice, trembling with each breath.
And it was only in the wake of her calamitous concert that she noticed the pair of blinding tyrian eyes that stared at her from a distance, partially hidden behind a bundle of flourishing greenery.
"You play."
If she did not know any better, she would say his voice had escaped him in almost complete silence, a contrast to his constant assuredness and self-confidence. It wasn't a question. He knew that she played — she had mentioned it in passing conversations many years prior. But he hadn't realized that she truly played. She smiled at him, a melancholic smile that held a world of sorrows.
"I do."
His eyes softened their everlasting, piercing gaze as he stepped underneath the shade of the gazebo, eyeing the stains of tear streaks that sparkled as they cascaded her puffed cheeks, welling into pools of anguish. He withheld the urge to wipe them away, brushing back the ghosts that clouded her flourishing spirit, experiencing a sense of empathy that his words could never manage to capture properly. But he also couldn't help but notice the sputter in her fingers as they morbidly danced across the keys, elegance and grace summed in a single keystroke — imperfectly seraphic. He sighed, an amused quirk on his lips as her finger prodded one of the higher notes.
FLICK.
Small, calloused fingers flipped between bins of dusted and peeling record sleeves, a strangely inscrutable, world-weary expression drawn onto the face of such a young man.
"What're you looking for today, Федя?" a gentle voice broke into the muted atmosphere of his foraging. The adolescent, scrawny form of a teenage Fyodor didn't bother to turn around, regarding (Name) with a pointed look as she stood on her tip-toes, perusing into the bin from above his shoulder. They were currently nestled inside an old record store, which was run by a sweet, older gentleman who doted on both of them without restraint or care, slipping them small candies and allowing them free-range of his collections — they had proven to be remarkably responsible for their ages.
The devilish pair had crept away from their weekly church service while families and their associates indulged in lunch, knowing neither would receive even a crumb. They burrowed into the thin fabric of their coats, traveling arm-in-arm through back alleys and sidewalks as they scaled the Yakimanka district. It had become a frequent rendezvous point for them whenever they had the time to escape, sorting the containers of the store's collection as they hummed to the classics, reveling in a brief absence of thought or toil as they repeated the same task over and over.
"I need to find a Bach piece," he muttered, slipping the aforementioned record out from between the others. (Name) stared at the grime-coated cover, grimacing, but chose not to speak on it any further as they continued to browse. The orphanage had some of their more talented children partake in a youth orchestra directly funded by the church — and Fyodor, with his quick skills and sharp mind, picked up on several stringed instruments throughout his transition period from his childhood home. She had only learned about his melodious gift when they had run into each other at a charity banquet — or rather, she had spotted him there. If she hadn't been too embarrassed to approach the stage and draw attention to herself, one judgemental scowl from her father would've been enough to hold her back. He was formerly dressed in the finest the clergy could afford, which was surprisingly a lot, but somehow still remained so out of place. She had basically gawked at him the entire night and prayed he never noticed.
She was unable to pinpoint the exact reason she watched him for so long, entranced. Perhaps it was because of the way he played — so perfect, yet somehow strained. The entire orchestra seemed to be tuned to prime excellence, at least in the eyes of an outsider or an ordinary socialite, untrained in the art of true music. But the weariness was evident, each member slaving over the notes on the staff, mastered chords blaring between half-wrapped bruised and blistered fingers.
She abandoned those macabre thoughts, her hands exploring a section of more recent records, grand Tchaikovsky compositions, and brilliant Chopin arrangements reflecting the overcast sun on each rivet of their silvery surfaces. One sparkled in the faded beams of midday, the vivid palette of the sleeve clashing with the doleful paint of the store's walls. (Name) tugged the ravenette by the edge of his jacket without a word, guiding him along into the cozy lounge area stationed in the back, which rouged from the light of an ancient, crafted glass lamp — and underneath that was an arenaceous record player. She plopped down onto the floor, striking the boy with a knowing smile as she patted the spot beside her, slipping the disk out of the sleeve and delicately settling it on top of the platter. Fyodor sat carefully beside her, ensuring he didn't stumble due to his weak constitution, watching as (Name) settled the tone arm on top of the record, their expressions completely contrasting as it spun to life.
"It's a 1942 Steinway," a soft-toned adult voice shattered his reminiscence, her face cleared of tears as she caressed the lacquered surface of the piano with maternal care. "I haven't seen one of these since a spring exhibition at the Naoumov's family estate. We didn't even have one."
He smirked, crossing his arms as his eyes trailed across the piano's reflective ebony veneer, having an equal appreciation for the splendorous ivories. "You know your instrument, милая."
She huffed, an amused quirk to her brow. "Of course I do." Wavering fingers tampered with the black keys, creating a dissonant chord. "The piano is such a lovely instrument. So versatile, despite being so stationary."
"My father preferred—" she started before cutting herself off with a frown, chewing on her bottom lip. "Never mind what he preferred. It doesn't matter."
Serenity enveloped the greenhouse, a calm hush settling over both of them. (Name) spun her head with a dazed hum as leather footfalls echoed closer, clasping Fyodor's outstretched hand as he helped her to her feet, ushering her outside through an unlatched window panel, noting her entranced stare at the gazebo as it grew smaller and smaller.
(Name) strutted through the expansive, narrow halls of the underground facility, a skip in her step as she practically danced in her swath of comfortable pajamas — the rest of the Rats had fled from the base to return to their civilian lives and homes, letting her release the precipice of her jubilation and energies. The mission had been a smashing success, with the Amaterasu family begging on their hands and knees for the evidence of the transactions to be erased. Fyodor drained their accounts as they bumbled sob stories on the other line, watching with amusement as all of their "hard-earned money" filtered down the drain and into the Rats' den. It was their fault, anyway.
But never mind that. Even through the exhaustion they both had faced in the events of the day, Fyodor had invited (Name) away from their routine twilight tea, emploring her to meet him in a spare room in the base's lower levels. She rubbed her arms with a shiver as the air became colder with each step, eyes sparkling as a door, identical to every other one, beckoned her with silent promises of mystery and allure.
With the tap of her signature knock, she twisted the knob, opening the door wide after a moment of silence. Her eyes squinted, adjusting the blurred shapes that stood stagnant in the dismal candlelight, filling her body with the smoky scent of jasmine. But once she could finally make everything out, a gasp involuntarily tumbled from her lips.
In the dead center of the room, surrounded by mirrors that enclosed the space as it reflected over and over, was a proud and tall but incredibly familiar grand piano. She remained standing in the doorway, lips pulled into indescribable awe, before being broken from her trance as wooden legs scraped against the tiled floors. Her gaze adverted to the other corner, where Fyodor was sitting on his chair, resting his signature cello between his feet as his eyes traveled across her face, reading her like a book.
That stupid, handsome bastard.
She shut the door behind her with a click, swiftly inspecting the instrument as she lifted the lid in disbelief. Every key and every string was identical to the piano from the gazebo. WIth her foot, she tapped at the pedals underneath it, raising her eyes from the floor to the man in front of her, one question remaining on her mind.
"...why?"
She knew from experience that there was no point in inquiring about the how or what of the piano's alarmingly sudden presence. He would never answer, and she was honestly too mindblown with the idea of such a large object being carefully snuck inside — without her knowledge, to add — to consider the process. She hoped that, at the very least, he would reply to that one question, even if it was in his own roundabout sort of way.
"It's about time we have our duet, don't you think, любимая?"
He chuckled at the obvious excitement in her eyes as she ignored his loose-ended answer, her body practically beaming as she plopped onto the piano bench with a sweet giggle. Her fingers experimentally thrummed to the end of the keys, masterfully creating a simple scale without looking down. He followed in her stead, gliding his bow across the cello strings, already aware that they had been perfectly tuned. And then he looked up.
"Rachmaninoff's Sonata in G Minor."
The same record from the little shop in Moscow. She smiled. He had remembered all this time.
"Andante."
Her hands raised, as did his bow.
"Ты некомпетентное дерьмо—!"
His adolescent body couldn't even muster a flinch as one of the orchestra attendants struck down onto the neck of a woodwind player with a thin metal rod — the comedic shriek of a piccolo almost sounded humourous, if not for the pained groan that followed from the instrumentalist's lips, wincing as a bruise bloomed on their skin. The tension was thick enough to slice through with a knife. For weeks, they had been the subject of the relentless regime marshaled by their conductor, a man who reigned a reputation for being, as the elite delicately referred to it, "strict." Their sugarcoating was a laughable understatement. He was a tall, imposing man whose brow was eternally furrowed, wielding his authority over the children like a dictator. His baton raised once more, prepared to unleash a storm of fury upon the trembling orchestra. There was no room for error, no grace for a missed note or a falter in tempo.
They had to be perfect.
The opening bars of Bach's St. Matthew's Passion flooded the room in a cacophony; the once expressive piece transformed into a living nightmare. The conductor's harsh movements pushed the orchestra to the brink, racing across the measures without care to the straining children, their fingers cramped as they attempted in vain to keep up. His eyes filled with a venomous mixture of disdain and rage, singling out individuals and humiliating them with a single glance.
"Громче, Достоевский!"
The nape of his neck bruised shades of violet and vermillion, mistakes met with a torrent of spinning insults, some of the more sensitive members sobbing silently in their seats. That despotic conductor would wave his baton, signaling for an attendant to strike at the offending musician with their metal rods, partially stained crimson from broken skin. It dragged on for hours, the music background to the relentless assault on their spirits. Most were only struggling to make money to take home to their families, not having a choice if they wanted to eat the next day — child-labor laws didn't extend to musical groups associated with the church. The children knew they were being taken advantage of, but they didn't have a choice.
Fyodor hid the prologue to his insidious thoughts through a carefully crafted glare, willing the conductor to drop dead from his eyes alone — he could easily kill him with a single touch, but not yet. It wasn't the right moment, people would see. But the man would pay in due time for his sins, corrupting such youthful passion, funneling it into a lifeless musical machine.
The conductor lifted his baton once more, the orchestra members tensing as they straightened their backs to play. Perfect. That was all they needed to be. Absolutely perfect. The beaconing image of the results of the elites' generosity, who watched each child with eyes of feigned sympathy. Only one gaze ever stood out amongst the rest.
"Федя?"
The timid whisper of that childhood nickname cut into his memories, lifting his eyes from staring at his trembling hands towards his effervescent sweetheart, forcing him away from the pain with a small, empathetic smile — that same benevolent smile. Their wounds were identical in multiple ways, and she'd never let him forget that. He wasn't alone anymore; neither of them were — they would play together, unburdened by the narrow judgment of people who no longer mattered. She tapped her foot to an unheard rhythm, brow perked up with child-like wonderment.
"Ready?"
In their years together, they had found harmony in a profound and transcendent symphony, the intertwining melodies of two hearts creating a masterpiece of shared experiences — from clinging to one another on a weak window dormer, one a daughter beatified with the warmth of life and the other a son burdened with the frost of death, only loved by parents that had long departed from the surface of the living world, to cross the continent, hand-in-hand as they faced each new day with no fear, knowing they could surpass every challenge if they remained side-by-side. They had become a complex but wonderfully synchronized composition. And in this refrain, as they entered the next section, there was no need for a conductor at the reigns, easily harmonizing with empathy only shared between the two, seeking to comprehend their hopes, dreams, and fears through the other's lens. Melodies of lifelong laughter rang clear and true, circling a lightness into their lives that could be found nowhere else.
In their grand composition, harmony did not mean an absence of discord — that is not the way life is, but instead a divine interplay of differences and similarities. Like contrasting, dissonant notes, they retroactively complemented one another, enhancing their strengths while compensating for their weaknesses. It was no static composition but a work of living, breathing art, evolving and blossoming with each passing day. Notes were fed by the warmth and care that filled each rest and the tenderness that arose as they allowed each other to shine in the solos.
In their duet, they had found the transformative power that allowed two kindred souls to intertwine, and whenever they played in truly perfect accord, appearance no longer mattered, instead producing a deeply fulfilling lifelong bond that neither of them could've possibly imagined.
The Demon smiled at his divine treasure, forever devoted as she awaited his que. "For you, моя милая. Always."
(моя) милая = (my) dear
не забудьте пройти мимо за́ла. = don't forget to pass by the reception room.
федя = fedya
любимая = darling
ты некомпетентное дерьмо—! = you incompetent shit—!
громче, достоевский! = louder, dostoevsky!
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