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steddiealltheway · 10 months

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Gareth is sick and tired of Eddie refusing to admit that he has a crush on Steve Harrington.

At first, Gareth had just brushed it off when Eddie seemed so adamant about interrogating Steve and his involvement with his new lost sheep. He had done something similar when he meet Gareth's few middle school friends the year before. But Eddie seems to think that one meeting isn't enough and insists that's why he always needs to rush out to talk to Steve and invade his space when he picks up the kids from Hellfire.

Gareth sees right through it. Eddie had come out to him a while ago saying he was definitely some form of queer after Gareth caught him making out with a guy in the Hideout bathroom. And he was more than okay with it.

But he is not okay with the way Eddie refuses to tell him - his best friend - that he has a crush on Steve.

"Then why do you always go to Family Video during his shifts and not buy anything, huh? Plus, you know that you never call anyone 'big boy.' Yes, I heard that when you were flirting with him after our last Hellfire campaign."

Eddie just rolls his eyes and dramatically flings out his arms. "I'm making sure the kids are safe with him."

Gareth snorts in response to that bullshit, and Eddie gives him an unimpressed look.

"Well, I'm going to Family Video to get a movie for my mom, and I would appreciate-"

"Yeah, I'll give you a ride," Eddie interrupts, looking way too happy to offer.

Gareth sighs but doesn't push it. He really needs to ride, and if the only reason Eddie's offering is to give him an excuse to be there... Gareth will take it and hopefully not be expected to pitch in for gas.

A quick ride over later, Gareth is almost displeased to see Steve behind the counter, eyes lighting up when he sees Eddie. Those two are absolutely ridiculous, and if Eddie would pull his head out of his ass for once, then Gareth could finally tell him that Steve likes him too.

He lets them lean into each other and practically giggle over anything the other has to say until he finds his movie and goes to the counter. That's when he finally notices Robin Buckley there staring at the two with a mix of fondness and irritation. Gareth is sure that he has the same look on his face.

He shoots her a knowing look, and Robin's eyes widen in an expression of hopeless, those two. Gareth gestures between the two and rolls his eyes - absolutely.

Then, they both look at each other in realization. Gareth knows Robin is cool and a bit awkward from their interactions in band classes, but he didn't know that she was that cool. And that she definitely knows about whatever thing is between those two.

Robin levels him with the same look, staring him up and down before finally seeming to settle on that he's cool too and also knows. They both kind of nod at each other in agreement that certain things need to be unspoken, but they absolutely need to rant about the two idiots.

They both start talking at the same time.

"Oh my gosh, I thought it was just me-"

"You have no idea how long I've needed to talk to someo-"

They stop and laugh a bit, both looking toward the boys, but they don't even register the interaction especially since Steve is tucking a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear while Eddie stares at him with heart eyes. Love is gross.

Robin takes Gareth's tape and goes through the process of ringing him up. "It's like they both are oblivious to the other's feelings."

"They are! Eddie won't even admit his feelings to himself, and I've been pushing it," Gareth complains, pinching his nose. He thinks he might feel a tension headache starting to form from those two.

Robin thuds her fingers on the counter in thought then slides Gareth's tape back at him. "Eddie's the jealous type, right?"

Gareth nearly scoffs. Jealous can be a bit of an understatement when it comes to him. "Of course."

Robin gets a grin that kind of scares Gareth to the core. She leans over the counter and whispers, "Then, I need you to flirt with Steve."

His jaw absolutely drops. "No way. Eddie would murder me!"

"And why would he if he has no feelings for him?" Robin asks with a bit of a manic twinkle in her eye that reminds him of Eddie.

Shit, she's right. It's definitely a plan that will work and finally get Eddie to admit how he feels... but also could get Gareth killed and banned from ever talking to Eddie again.

He glances over at the two and notices the way Eddie is blushing and trying to hide behind his hair as Steve stares on proudly. Gareth sighs. "Okay, I'll confront him one more time, and if he doesn't admit it after this little show, then I'll go through with the plan."

Robin sticks her hand across the counter and Gareth shakes on it. "Eddie should come in around six tomorrow during our shift. Come back before then with your tape or something as an excuse and have at it with the dingus here. But, you'll probably only be able to chat with him because I haven't seen him flirt with someone in a while - not since your dingus showed up. That should be enough to set Eddie off though, right?"

"Absolutely."

Robin laughs and loudly says, "Pleasure doing business with you. We hope to see you back at Family Video soon."

This startles Steve and Eddie out of the trance they put each other in, and Gareth watches with full annoyance as Eddie goes all puppy dog eyes as he sadly says goodbye to Steve.

In the parking lot, Gareth says, "You absolutely-"

And Eddie is quick to interrupt him, "Don't have feelings for him!"

Oh yeah. The plan is on.

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The next day with only a few minutes to spare before Eddie shows up, Gareth returns with his tape and a pulse that is way too high for his own good. When Robin sees him come through the door, she tells Steve that she's taking her break and shoots Gareth a thumbs up.

God, what has he gotten himself into?

He walks up to the counter and slides the tape across. "Hey, I need to return this."

Steve smiles at him politely but frowns when it doesn't ring up.

"I think Robin didn't ring it up for me yesterday. I don't remember paying," Gareth confesses. This is probably yet another part of Robin's genius plan to force them to have a longer interaction.

Steve looks him up and down for a moment then says, "Hey, I know you. You're Gareth. Eddie talks about you all the time, but I didn't know you knew Robin."

And woah, he did not expect Steve Harrington to know a single thing about him. Honestly, he's a bit flattered and even begins to blush a bit. "Yeah, we've had a few band classes together."

"That's cool. What do you play?" Steve presses on, leaning into the counter not in the flirtatious way he does with Eddie, but Gareth thinks as a means to make him more comfortable.

"Drums in the jazz band," he readily admits.

Steve's eyebrows furrow in thought. "I didn't know Hawkins even had a jazz band. I'll have to come see you play sometime."

"Yeah?" Gareth asks in disbelief and a bit of awe. It's Steve Harrington for Christ's sake. Of course, he's going to get a bit taken aback by the fact that he wants anything to do with him. He feels that damn blush again and barely registers the bell to the door ringing behind him.

"Yeah, man," Steve says with a smile. "Sounds cool as shit."

Someone clears their throat behind them and Gareth jumps a bit. He turns quickly to find Eddie fixing him with a look of hurt mixed with rage at the sight of Gareth leaning toward Steve with a damn blush on his face. He's not into him, but he can definitely admit that Steve just has some type of pull to him. But Eddie definitely does not see it that way.

"Gareth, can I talk to you outside?"

Gareth nods and doesn't utter a sound. Oh, he's going to kill him. He's about to die. He absolutely should not have gone through with this plan.

He wanders outside toward Eddie's van and lets Eddie talk first.

"What the fuck was that in there?" Eddie asks with anger in his tone but hurt in his eyes.

Gareth just shrugs in response and waits for Eddie to finally confess that he has feelings for Steve and he needs to back off.

Only, he doesn't. He just stands there staring at Gareth, and for some reason it pisses him off so he pushes. "Just thought that if you didn't have feelings for him then I could take a shot at him."

Eddie's mouth opens and closes until he finally huffs, "Great for you. You have a better chance anyways so good luck to you."

Eddie flips him off and starts heading to the driver's side of his van, but Gareth runs and gets there first. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

Eddie crosses his arms but keeps a scary tension in his shoulders. "I mean that you're not the town freak, so you can have at him!"

Gareth scoffs and digs a finger into his chest. "That's why you won't admit you have feelings for him! You don't think he likes you!"

Eddie's arms fling wide open. "Of course, he doesn't like me! But I'm not about to cry over some bullshit feelings that will never be returned, so let me just have whatever it is between me and him and not have to put this label on how it makes me feel because I don't want to fucking deal with it! Let me live in sweet ignorance!"

"And that's where you're wrong," someone who is not Gareth says.

"Christ!" both Eddie and Gareth say startling back.

Steve stands in front of them with his arms crossed, but he only stares at Eddie. "What was that about bullshit feelings? Because I don't know about you, but I definitely like you."

Eddie's face flushes a bit red as he steps closer to Steve, unable to stay out of his space whenever he's nearby. "My feelings for you aren't bullshit at all. They're just fucking scary as hell, man."

Steve laughs softly and steps into Eddie's space. "You don't think that I've been scared, too? I would've made a move on you weeks ago if you would've said something."

"Well, I'm saying something now," Eddie says with a big smile.

Gareth really doesn't think he should be witnessing this.

Steve's eyes flicker down to Eddie's lips as he huskily says, "You sure are."

Yeah, Gareth has had enough of this shit. "Hey, guys?" Gareth says, interrupting them and ignoring Eddie's hell of a death glare. "Sorry to ruin your moment, but I'm still here. Plus, you're in a public parking lot."

Eddie still glares at him, but Steve nods. "Thanks, Gareth." He turns back to Eddie. "He's right, but luckily for you, I know of this really nice breakroom that has a door that locks. Plus, I was waiting for you to come so I could take my break."

Eddie's sour look drops from his face, and he practically starts buzzing with excitement. "Let's not waste another moment then."

Gareth is truly happy for them, but he doesn't think he ever wants to hear them interact again. But on their way back, Eddie stops and says something then runs back to Gareth and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, man. Thank you for dealing with me, but if I ever see you flirt at Steve again..."

Gareth pulls away from the hug and shoves Eddie's shoulders. "I wasn't flirting! I was talking to him to make you jealous and finally admit your feelings."

"Then what the hell was that blush!"

"He's like royalty! How else am I supposed to act when I find out he knows my name!"

Eddie takes a moment to really stare at Gareth then he gets a weird smile on his face. "You know, Steve knows this guy named Will..."

Gareth shoves Eddie again to cut him off. "Have fun making out with your boyfriend."

Eddie smiles widely then turns to run back to the store. Gareth smiles and watches as the two loudly laugh when they both try to squeeze through the doorway at the same time.

Then, Gareth looks around and realizes that by having his mom drop him off that he has no ride. He sighs and heads back to the store. Maybe he and Robin can celebrate, and she can tell him more about this Will while he waits...

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #robin buckley #steddie ficlet #stranger things

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lovemyavatar · 1 year

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Hi Lizzie! I’m new to your blog, but I want to request one of the promt thingys, is that okay? I’ve read all your fics, and I absolutely love them!

If it’s alright for me to request, could you do #79 and # 128 with Neteyam?

Ily! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

AHH all of them?? my heart is so happy rn. yes it's definitely okay, my requests are always open especially for the drabbles since they don't take me long to write :) also my brain took this in an angsty direction so I apologize for that lmao

Neteyam x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, fwb, angst

part two

“Fuck, just like that, baby girl. Bend over and spread your legs.”

Neteyam's chest heaves with ragged breaths as he pounds into you, watching his cock disappear between your plump folds with hooded eyes. Strong fingers cage your hips in a firm hold, jerking you into him with each rough thrust.

You mewl beneath him, spine arching as warm pressure quickly mounts in your core. Neteyam’s palm skims up your back, digits tangling into your braids. He grips your hair, pulling roughly to coax your face from its smooshed position into the bed.

“I wanna hear you, baby. Tell me how good I make you feel.” A rough growl rumbles his chest when your pussy flutters around him, a series of moans and whimpers filling the tent.

“So, so good. 'Teyam! I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!” You wail, muscles tensing as another orgasm rips through you.

Neteyam groans, cock throbbing as he releases deep into your womb, pressing his hips flush with yours until every last drop fills you up. He leans over your spent body as you slowly sink into the bed, wobbly arms giving out under your own weight.

He only gives himself a few seconds to catch his breath, to relish in the closeness before he pulls out of you. He wipes the sweat from his brow with one hand while the other fishes for his loincloth on the floor. At the sudden absence of his warmth, you turn onto your back, watching with a frown as he slides the garment up his thighs.

“Tey...stay with me? Just for a bit?” You sound pathetic, even to your own ears, but you're tired of this back and forth.

This hot and cold act is tearing you apart, leaving your heart in tattered shreds with every night you spend alone. You prop yourself up onto your elbows, brow pinching when he barely acknowledges that you've spoken.

“I can't.” His voice is curt, dismissive, and it drills a hole straight through your chest.

He rushes to collect his things, not even sparing you a glance when he heads for the door.

“We’re not just friends, you know that.” You spit, as last-ditch effort to get him to understand how stupid he's being, as anger and sadness create a volatile mix within your stomach.

“And we're not mates, either. Are we?” Narrowed eyes cut to you, the declaration landing like a harsh blow to your very soul.

You curl inward, lips parting with a ragged gasp. All you can do is gape at him for several seconds, moisture blurring your vision. Neteyam's jaw grinds, chest tight with emotion as he turns on his heel, storming from the tent.

#neteyam sully #neteyam drabble #neteyam sully hc #neteyam smut #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #neteyam angst #neteyam fic #neteyam imagine #neteyam sully imagine #neteyam sully fic #neteyam #avatar 2 #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar angst #avatar drabble

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softiejoon · 1 year

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HOW SKZ WOULD REACT TO BEING CALLED ‘BABY BOY’ | HYUNG LINE

pairing ; skz (hyung line) x reader

genre ; fluff, comfort

tags ; domestic!au, established relationship!au

warnings ; hyunjin is in need of some comfort, all soft and fluffy though (no angst)

summary ; calling skz baby boy <3

word count ; ~ 1k

a/n ; it’s my birthday so i thought i’d give you all a gift :) enjoy the result of my brain rot

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.・゜-: ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　✧　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ :-゜・．

chan

oh he definitely likes it

it's a term of endearment you reserve for moments when he's feeling particularly soft and cuddly

as much as chan takes care of others, he deserves to be taken care of too

you'll find him wrapped up in his blankets in bed, hair mussed from sleep

he's still getting used to the daylight, blinking slowly until he recognises your figure in the doorway

he lights up, beautiful sleepy smile making an appearance as an arm stretches out towards you

"hi baby boy," you smile. "sleep well?"

chan doesn't respond verbally, only making a feigned effort to get up

but instead he ends up beckoning you towards him with grabby hands

you laugh quietly, shaking your head as you approach

when you're close enough to reach, chan wraps his arms around you, pressing his cheek to your torso

he mumbles into your clothes

"would've slept better with you here"

you run your fingers gently through his hair, eliciting small noises of contentment from him

"well i'm here now"

chan hums, eyes closed

"how about some cuddles?"

you're pulled into bed before you have a chance to repeat the question

chan snuggles up to you instantly, burying his face in your neck and pressing himself as close to you as he can

and you know you won't be moving anytime soon

your hand resumes its course of action through his curls, which only lulls chan further into slumber

he sighs happily against your skin, whispering your name as he drifts off

"sleep well, baby boy"

minho

gets flustered

use with caution

if he's grumpy or not in the mood, the softness of the term will definitely throw him off

he'll go into flight or fight mode just out of instinct

(we all know this man is gonna choose fight)

he's not throwing hands with you

but he will be resistant to your affection

he doesn't actually want to be

but there's this little voice in his head telling him he has to – lest he turn into a complete mess

but if you catch him at the right time

a perfect mix between cuddly and clingy

he'll be completely submissive to your coddling

"hey there's my baby boy"

you walk over to where he's laying on the couch and take a seat

he automatically shifts his head into your lap, hooking an arm under your knees to get comfortable

"did you have a good day?"

"mmm"

"is that a yes?"

"mmm"

in these moments, minho resembles his cats more than a human boyfriend

he directs his pretty doe eyes towards you, making a wordless request before placing his head back down in your lap

you smile and begin to stroke his hair, fingertips fluttering across his head and down to the nape of his neck

minho absolutely keens at all the attention

and he's more than happy to stay here like this forever

"you've worked hard today, baby boy. you can rest now"

changbin

it makes him all shy but he loves it

especially when he's not feeling well

you unlock the front door one day, unsettled by the lack of noise and absence of a sweeping hug in greeting

"changbin?"

you duck your head into the kitchen and his office before working your way to the bedroom

you knock gently on the door, which is slightly ajar, before pushing it open

"bin–?"

beneath the sheets, changbin's built form is small and curled up, a tuft of dark hair peeking out

"hey, what's wrong, baby boy?"

he lowers the blankets from his face, groaning quietly about being tired and cold

and you place a hand against his burning forehead

"you have a fever, bin. give me a second, i'll be right back"

you grab the medication and a glass of water from the kitchen before returning to his side

"here, darling, drink this"

once he's done, you take the empty glass from him and stroke his cheek

his hand comes up to hold yours, fingers gripping your own tightly

"don't worry, baby boy. 'm not going anywhere. get some sleep, okay?"

changbin nods and, before long, he's falling asleep, your hand secured in his

hyunjin

blushes profusely and hides his face behind his hands

"hey don't do that, wanna see your pretty face baby boy"

you take a seat next to him, tucking a stray piece of tousled hair behind his ear

he'd had a bad day, eyes a little puffy from crying

and all you wanted to do was make him feel better

you reach into your bag and pull out his favourite snacks you'd picked up on your way home

with the way his eyes light up, a peek of his beautiful smile emerging

you can't help the warmth that spreads through your chest

"want me to put a movie on too?"

he nods and you instruct him to get comfy amongst the blankets while you set up a feel-good film

when you look back at hyunjin swaddled up like a dumpling, you can't help the smile that settles on your face

"wh-what...?"

"nothing baby boy, just love you a lot"

he buries his face in the blankets at that, shy, and whines

"hurry up so you can come cuddle me"

you click your tongue at him playfully as you wander back to his side

"no 'i love you too'?" you tease as you start the movie

he nuzzles into you, so close you can feel his heartbeat steadying, his body relaxing, as he melts in your hold

you stroke his hair, placing a kiss on his forehead

he cranes his head to look at you, whispering

"love you lots you know"

"i know baby boy, i love you too"

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miyaur · 1 year

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⟢ i love you 3000 ft. head over heels genshin men ・synopsis. ever since you both met, he couldn't help but like your cheeky, playful, yet affectionate and kind demeanor, your sly smile whenever you manage to outsmart people, the little glances you give him when you both fight together, how could anyone not like that?! ・notes. just my takes on genshin men who are so head over heels for you, because why not?? oh also this'll probably have a part 2 where you both get into a relationship, + nsfw hcs........ idk honestly i wanna write all my requests bad but like, my mind goes blank for bsd atm ・warnings. implied that character likes reader, reader is super playful and most of the time sarcastic, overall fluff! modern mixed with og genshin au :)

you both met because of his boss: a new colleague? with the company's high standards? wow, but what's more amazing is that you got along with his boss, and you were wildly attractive. — thoma, gorou, kaeya, scaramouche/wanderer, zhongli, al haitham. ・definitely surprised, and honestly, was more surprised with your good relationship with his boss, how are you two friends? well aside that, you were quite playful and sarcastic, and your little stares at him when you tended to look at his pretty little face for too long, god.. you're making him red now.. your flirting with him doesn't make getting over his happy crush on you easy, at all. makes it bigger in all reality. and if he'll be honest with you right now, he's so grateful that you and his boss are good friends, so much that you could land a job at their company, eternally grateful, your smile, your words, your voice, your stare, you in general, is so grateful that you're in his life, and it may seem like he doesn't talk to you a lot, but i promise, he's trying hard, somewhat stutters around you, and lowkey loses his cool in the process whenever he tries to talk to you about work. much rather you do most of the talking, would rather listen to you ramble about the stupidest things all day, and he wouldn't be bored, way more than entertained.

As he laid in your lap, tired, and exhausted from the stacks of paperwork, that are now done, he lays his head on your lap, on the couch in the office you both work at, you hum a tune, a tune that's something your parents sang to you when you were little, it's faint, but you remember the melody, and that's enough to lull him to sleep.

you're his new secretary, you were one of the best people with a great resume, and by far the most attractive, slowly he fell, and fell harder. — diluc, ayato, baizhu, capitano, childe/tartaglia, il dottore, pantalone, pierro ・didn't know someone could be so playful, snarky, & sarcastic, yet so attractive, and you were all that, as a person, the definition in fact. but honestly didn't mind, it's like a little spark in his life that keeps him going. but during those moments where it's really you and him together, just you both; man were you attractive when you were serious, but he'd never admit it. maybe.. maybe he'll admit how cute you looked when you both had to go on a business trip together, and half the time you slept on him, and his shoulder. no, he's playing hard to get, don't forget the times he let you stay over while the rain poured, and made you food by his own hands, or the days you both, well, didn't really mean to but, held hands, saying it's for business purposes, god, you make him feel a way that no one has ever made him feel, like the butterflies in his stomach when you talk to him, heart to heart. the little moments between the both of you, it's really what made him fall, seeing your beauty up close, and it's just the two of you, so no, it wasn't awkward. the way you cup his face when you want him to look at you when you talk to him. dear archons, can you get any cuter?

"i'm sorry that happened at work today.. i made you something to cheer you up!" you hand him his favorite dish, "how do you know?" he asked, looking up from the warm dish in his hands, "how do i know what? your favorite dish?" taking a seat beside him, he nods, "it's my job to take care of you, i should know your favorite dish by now anyway." leaning onto his shoulder, laughing a bit even. "the archons really sent me an angel, huh." he holds you closer, maybe you both could be more than just 'friends'. maybe you already are.

a frequent costumer at the little cafe he worked at, and honestly loved taking your order whenever you came by. — venti, albedo, kaveh, heizou, xiao, kazuha, aether ・a regular you were when he started working there, so much so he memorized your order, remembers what time you usually stop by, everyday, makes your order in advance, and makes sure to always remember it, even a sticky note there for him to remember the order if he can't seem to find it in his memories. but what is in his memories? your smile, and the conversations you've had. on his breaks, and when you were staying at the cafe for a bit just to maybe study, or research, in general just there, you both would chat, and from time to time, you'd hangout when there were breaks, for both of you. he always looked forward to it, definitely was awkward around you at first, but now? you both are good friends, on good terms with each other. but how does he confess? it makes his brain go blank, has 0 idea on how, anyway, he loved it when you decide to stay over sometimes after a few times hanging out with each other. likes to flick your forehead when you're in deep thought, but also loves to cup your face, just to look at you, in silence. maybe that's what convinced you that he liked you, but you beat him to confessing. even if you gave a month or two for him to do something, maybe even... ask you out before you do instead?

You caressed his head, as he hummed a familiar tune, looking at each other quietly, he admired your face, and you analyzed his features. brushing little strands of hair off his face, to get a clearer look, his head on your lap, you looked down, to see a quite literal god among men when it came to looks. his personality was beautiful, better than imaginable, and more than most men had, everything about him was ethereal, breathtaking, and he could say the same for you, but he stayed quiet, as he closed his eyes, he felt something soft on his lips, something that felt so long, yet lasted so short. a quick peck on his lips, "Your lips taste sweeter than I imagined." he said, "Yours are softer than I imagined." you said, going in again, except letting it last a little longer. a little longer than imagined.

hello! i hope you enjoyed reading! a part 2 will come soon, just maybe not today, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, just soon. this time i included the harbingers, thank you for the support <3.

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annie-creates · 1 year

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What an evil thing to do

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst (sort of)

Words: 1000

Note: English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes. I never expected my first fic here to be angst but here we are. There probably won't be part two as I might use a similar plot as part of a series I'm planning (and hopefully will write). I'm aware this isn't my best work but I need to get into writing in english somehow.

You were sitting in your office late at night, grading tests from today’s lesson. Uniting the faculties of good and evil wasn’t exactly easy at first, but with time you all got a hang of it. Your students learnt to accept and tolerate each other and the teachers who had mixed classes, including you, learnt how to treat them equally. At the beginning of the year, you’d say their differences were almost insuperable… but today, giving out As and Bs for an identical test on villain and hero qualities, you believed the differences were almost overcomed.

You had the same trust in your relationship with Lady Lesso. You’ve been teaching in the school for good for some time, yet not enough to not be still considered new by some. Maybe that’s why you were asked to teach a mixed class, you didn’t have time to fully take up the prejudices about the other school and it’s students as your own. Obviously you were in some sort of contact with the dean of evil since you started teaching here, but she didn’t seem to do as much as bat an eye on you. Uniting the schools helped to change that. Suddenly you were forced to share weekly meetings with the teachers and deans, sometimes taking hours and elongating long into the night.

And all of a sudden, the evil dean slowly picked up an unusual interest in you. At first it was just staring you down during teachers’ meetings or breakfasts in the dinning hall. Then she started visiting you at the end of your class under the excuse of making sure her villainy students are given proper education. Then she started asking your opinion on different books, graduate students and their fairy tale stories or historical events. You were surprised she even read, and that she noticed you liked it too. But nothing can go unnoticed to the eye of Lady Lesso.

That’s how you slowly but steadily got yourself into a relationship full of secret dates, nights spent at each other’s chambers and hours of proving your love to each other. You didn’t have a doubt you two would overcome every branch thrown under your feet as long as she was by your side. Actually that’s exactly where you were going the moment your pen left the last test graded. The dark blanket of night has already fallen outside your window hours ago, but you didn’t want to leave your work unfinished to be done the next day. You still made it your point to go through the corridors basically unnoticeable, even though all of the students should be already long in beds with their heads full of dreams.

You did expect the light to be still on under the door of the evil dean’s room, it wasn’t unusual she was waiting for you to show up. If she got tired of waiting, she went on a quest to find you wherever you were at the moment and get you where she wanted to have you. She wasn’t one to be extra patient. However you didn’t expect to hear multiple people talking behind the closed door loud enough to be heard in the stoned hallway.

“Seriously, I’d never think the dean of evil herself will fall so weak.” You weren’t sure who her companion was, but they didn’t sound so happy with whatever was going on between them.

“I’m not! You better choose your word’s carefully Sader…” your lover exclaims through gritted teeth and you hear her significant cane move and slam into the other teacher’s chest.

“All I’m trying to say is, Lady Lesso, I never took you as one for love.” Says the other teacher in a noticeably calmer tone.

At that Lesso laughed so throaty she might even start grunting. “Please, love is a childish fairytale. There’s no love in villainy. Most definitely not anywhere near me. Evil doesn’t love.” She said the word with such hatred she might as well have a mouth full of snake venom. “And the goodie teacher’s pet? She’s nothing more than a desperate overachiever destined to burn out. This idea of good and evil together… it’s repulsive.” She mocked the younger girl with disgust.

“I suggest you better tell miss Y/n that. Have an awful night dean.” With that the other teacher opened the door to leave and you pushed yourself into the wall behind the door hoping to become one with the cold stone. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. Lesso wasn’t one for much affection, sure, she was more of a passionate person… but did she really think so low of you? Were you really just a pet for her to play with whenever she got bored of her evil life? You heard a shattering come from the room and at the same time you felt like it’s the breaking of your own heart.

Your breath quickened up paired with your thumping heart. Not really knowing how, probably thanks to your body remembering the way from muscle memory, you got out of the hallways and to the old bridge over the lake that wasn’t being used anymore. You could hardly see though the tears in your eyes, leaning on the low wall of the bridge. The rough stone was cutting into your palms, but all you could concentrate on was the words of the woman you so stupidly fell in love with.

Did she always think like that? Did she seduce you just for the thrill and fun? Were you just a naïve girl whose feelings weren’t important? Who she secretly found disgusting all along to begin with? Maybe she was right, evil couldn’t love. Yet you believed the two of you would rewrite this stereotypical rule too. Guess you weren’t that important to her after all. She got you entangled in her web of sweet words and passionate kisses and now you were broken and tattered by her cruel words. What an evil thing to do.

#lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso #school for good and evil #tsfgae #fanfiction #leonora lesso x reader #angst #lady leonora lesso x reader #the school for good and evil #lady lesso angst

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XVIII XIX - signed, sealed, delivered (i'm yours) XX

“So… We’re not telling them?” Jack inquired, resting his chin on Y/N's shoulder while she typed a text to her ex-husband.

“No, not yet… I mean, Lily said she had exciting news to share over dinner tonight and I don’t think we should take the spotlight away from her…” the doctor spoke, placing her phone on her back pocket, turning around and holding his face in her hands, reaching for his lips on her tippy toes and planting a small kiss there.

“What could be more exciting for them than for us to announce we’ve decided to give us a chance?” he wondered, wrapping his arms around her waist while her hands moved to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Lily's pregnant.” Y/N replied, smiling as she waited for his response.

His eyes went wide as his mouth formed an O shape.

“I mean, Alex hasn’t told me anything.” she quickly reiterated, placing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding his intense gaze. “But I just know…”

“Is that so?” Jack smirked.

“Well, you can definitely tell once you’ve been there yourself, you know?” she explained, leaning against the kitchen counter, bringing him closer to her by holding on to the hem of his t-shirt.

The Devils' player placed himself in between her legs, lifting her in his arms to get her to sit up on the marble slate. Y/N gasped almost inaudibly, surprised by his sudden ease and boldness around her.

“I’m listening…” he whispered near her ear, kissing the soft skin just below her earlobe, taking note of how his touch raised goosebumps all over her skin.

“Well, for starters, her nose is slightly swollen. Don’t laugh! It’s a thing!” the coach's daughter scolded as Jack snorted over her statement about their friend’s girlfriend's nose. “The other day, while they were at my place, she went to the bathroom six times in an hour and ate like four donuts. She never eats more than two donuts. It’s public knowledge. She’s been touching her stomach non-stop without even noticing it. Alex won’t leave her side and spent the wedding moping around… Now she wants to announce something over dinner before they head back to LA for her rehearsals… It all adds up.”

Jack stared at her, completely in awe of her beauty, even after they were up all night talking and kissing and ended up falling asleep next to each other on the floor of his living room. Her hair was now tied into what looked like a mix between a bun and a low ponytail, a few strands tucked behind her tiny ears. Alina’s big, make-up-free eyes showed him just how tired but oh so very happy she was. Dear god, she looked perfect. And she was his to keep.

“You do have a point…” he snapped himself back to reality, once again establishing intense eye contact with her before attacking her face with small, sloppy kisses. “But I guess we’ll know for sure tonight.” the brunette man added in between pecks.

Y/N leaned her head back, allowing him to move to the skin on her neck and rejoicing over how good it felt to be kissed there. She hadn’t been touched like that in what felt like forever. The petite woman placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him as close to her as she could.

The Devils' player held on to the back of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume, one that would not simply fade away. It appeared that she was still using the same fragrance she did back in high school. It was her perfume. Her scent. And he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Rowdy…” she moaned softly, in order to get his attention.

“Mmm…” he replied absentmindedly, not breaking the contact between his lips and her neck.

“Kiss me.”

“I am kissing you…” he chuckled, a crooked smile making its way into his face as he pulled away from Y/N's neck so he could look at her face.

How can her presence be this inebriating?

“I mean, on the lips…” Y/N rephrased her sentence, blushing.

“Oh. Right. I can do that.”

The doctor smiled wickedly, getting a hold of his dark hair once again and bringing his face closer to hers.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And, just like that, their lips were connected into a passionate kiss. Y/N went all out, deepening it and forgetting to breathe until Jack pulled away to get some air himself. It didn’t take her long to whimper at the loss of physical contact, making the raven-haired man groan at how hot that sounded and the thought of what could eventually ensue. He went back in, making her smile into the kiss. Jack leaned over her body, making her lie down on the dark counter, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

Suddenly, a loud ringtone echoed through the apartment, both being caught off-guard by it.

“Jesus Christ.” Y/N let out, still trying to catch her breath.

Jack laughed loudly, his face red and his hair disheveled as he pulled away from her and helped her up.

“It’s probably Z being annoying. Let me just get my phone, or else he won’t stop.”

“Worst case scenario?”

“He’ll show up and ask if I’m acting like a little bitch because you stood me up and proceed to tell me there are plenty of fish in the sea. And then see you. And probably make a video and create a group chat so he can expose us to all of our friends.”

“Very Trevor Zegras of him, yes.” Y/N mocked in a sing-song voice, earning a hearty laugh from her... boyfriend?

Jack moved to the living room, finding his phone under the couch, stopping himself from picking up the call as he saw the painting she had gifted him the night before resting on his couch.

“It’s not my best, I know…”

Her voice came from the hall, where she currently stood, looking tinier than usual. He knew what she was doing. She was making herself look small.

Y/N's insecurities were not new to anyone who hung out with her for long enough. The self-deprecating jokes, the self-belittling comments. She didn’t like to be the center of attention, much to her friends’ dismay. It was kind of contradicting: she was a scholar and she loved to help others, but she wasn’t comfortable when the spotlight was shining directly down on her. She could never let herself believe for a second she was more than what she appeared to be. He knew it got worse once he started dating Charlie.

God, that feels like a lifetime ago.

Charlie made Y/N believe she was only as beautiful or as smart or as talented as he said she could be. He fed off her pre-existing insecurities and made sure he amplified them so he could have her wrapped around his finger. It was a cruel game and, to her friends, is seemed as if she shrunk herself one more inch to fit into her ex-husband’s standards, she’d disappear. If only they had realized earlier on that the façade Charlie constructed so they looked like they were a perfectly functional team was a dirty lie. But Y/N Y/L/N was one hell of an actress. And she was holding on to her marriage for dear life because, after all, who else would love her despite her flaws? She was way too flawed, way to fragile. Or so she thought. When Cole caught her sobbing uncontrollably holding on to her chest in Joey's bedroom on the exact day she turned twenty-six, he gave her an ultimatum: either she broke it off or she’d fade away and her daughter would never have the mother she desperately needed. And that’s when it clicked. Her motherly instinct kicked in, she asked for a divorce and never looked back. Of course, Jack had to learn all of this from Trevor, because, for some reason, the couple started not showing up to events whenever he was attending.

“Don’t do that.” the brunette man muttered.

“That?”

“Question your talent. This is incredible, babe… And it has such an important meaning to both of us. You’re so brave and creative. Who else would do this? Show up at a guy’s apartment with a painting with an entire backstory and kiss him while he’s basically begging her to consider dating him and trying to keep tears from falling from his eyes?”

She chuckled lightly, her eyes moving to the painting as she padded to his side.

“No one. That’s who. You’re the only one who could make my heart go like this – “ he stopped, reaching for her hand and placing it right over his beating heart.”- whenever you come near me. Whenever you look at me. Whenever you smile. Whenever you laugh or scrunch up your nose. Ever since the reunion this little fella has been thumping so hard inside my ribcage, I feel like I’m a walking imminent heart attack. No one – and I mean no one – has ever had this kind of hold over me. You have bewitched me, body and soul."

And I love, I love, I love you. . Mr. Darcy’s next line popped up in his head, but he chose to leave it unspoken.

“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” Y/N completed his thought, gazing at him adoringly, a tender smile playing on her lips.

Jack's phone rang once again, bursting their bubble. He glanced at the mobile device that rested on his left hand, immediately recognizing Trevor's picture on the screen.

“Speak of the devil.” the Devils' player pointed to their friend’s name on his phone.

“You have a gift.” the doctor quipped, shrugging.

“I have a very annoying friend.” he retorted, pressing the green button and moving his index finger to his lips so Y/N would not make a sound once he put him on speaker. “Hey, what’s up?”

“What’s up ?” his friend screeched from the other side of the line. “Y/N called me asking me for your address and you stopped replying while we were live texting the game last night so… I connected the dots, Hughesy.”

“You haven’t connected the –“

“I have connected the dots. I assume she’s still there, hu? She didn’t want to tell me what she was going to do, but you can do it for her. I’m not a snitch, I’ve got you covered.”

“Z.”

“I mean if it had been Alex, I would understand. Like, he can’t keep a secret to save his life. Or Lily's. Or the baby’s. Poor –“

“Woah, woah, baby?” Jack interrupted Trevor, surprised he of all people knew what was happening in Lily and Alex's lives.

Y/N's head shot up at the mention of the word baby.

“Shit, I promised Alex I wouldn’t say a word.”

Jack heard a sound that could only possibly be Trevor slapping his own forehead, bursting into laughter as his friend muttered a muffled Ow! and Y/N tried her best to keep a straight face.

“And Alex's the blabbermouth, hu?”

“Shut up, Hughes. We all know you wouldn’t last a day with a secret like this to keep. I’ve known since the reunion. Ha!”

“What…how?”

“I saw Alex crying while looking at a sonogram in the bathroom. It was weird.”

“God, he's done for.”

“You tell me... But enough of that, Jacko!Stop trying to distract me: did Y/N come over or not?”

Jack looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face, while she proceeded to put her hand over her mouth.

“Sorry, buddy…”

“What?”

“She didn’t come over. Haven’t seen her since the wedding. You know, the whole kissing incident.” he shrugged, acting as if his friend could actually see him.

“Shit, why did she ask me for your address then? She sounded really desperate.”

The brunette man raised his eyebrows, facing the petite woman as she rolled her eyes.

“Must’ve wanted to send me my sweater. I never got it back.” he shot her a pointed look, as if he was jokingly asking her to return it, to which she responded by sticking her tongue out.

That’s a no, then.

“Oh, right. Good, that color didn’t really suit your skin tone anyway.”

As the two best friends continued talking about Y/N and how she was definitely not at Jack's, the doctor moved to scan through his living room, her eyes immediately landing on a very old-looking box that sat on the shelf a few inches above her head and that she could only assume had been there since the very beginning of time. She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Obviously, she didn’t want to snoop, but she was wondering what secrets it kept inside.

Y/N tried distracting herself from the mysterious box by looking at the pictures the Devils' player had framed and placed on said shelf, some of them with his parents, some of them with friends, one with the team from Plymouth, very similar to the one she had posted on her Instagram not that long ago. Y/N wanted to take a closer look at it, so she tried getting it from in between the other frames without knocking them all down. As much as she wanted it to turn out that way, she wasn’t so lucky.

Finally snatching it from the place where it rested, the frames that were on its left started to fall down, startling both Y/N and Jack. Panicking, she did her best to pick them all up and restoring them to their original places, inadvertently elbowing the box she so desperately wanted to know the contents of, making it land on the hardwood floor right by her feet, its contents practically flying out of it.

“What’s that noise?” Trevor inquired, oblivious to the pandemonium in his friend’s living room.

“I think it’s the neighbor’s cat, must’ve come in through the window again. Look, I’ll call you back later, alright?”

“Yeah, sure… Cat whisperer. Love you. Call me!” his friend quipped, hanging up.

Y/N was already on the floor when he got to her, frantically trying to gather as many items as she could while apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been prying and moving stuff around. I just wanted to check out the picture of us you had up there and it all went fucking domino effect on me. I’m sorry, I – are these cassette tapes?" she stopped rambling as soon as she realized what exactly she was holding in her hands. There were dozens of them scattered around her.

Jack smiled softly and nodded, gathering up a couple of them and placing them back in the box where they belonged.

“God, these look old! Are they collectibles?”

“Mess…”

“Have I ruined them? You won’t be able to listen to them anymore, will you?”

“Y/N.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Just give me the names and I’ll try to find more. Unless…”

“Y/N.”

“They had sentimental value? Were they your granddad’s? I’m so –“

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you let me talk?”

The doctor shut up, pleading eyes speaking when her mouth couldn’t. She signaled with her head for him to carry on, holding on to one of the cassette tapes in particular, she didn’t even know why.

“They’re empty... I mean, they can’t really be played…but they do have something inside…” he rambled, his cheeks flushing to a deep shade of pink.

Her eyes scanned through his face. To say the finding was leaving her itching for more information was an understatement. She had always been way too curious for her own good.

“What’s inside?” Y/N asked, coyly.

“Well, they're like journal entries…” he reluctantly admitted, eyeing the cassette tape she was holding in her dainty fingers.

“Oh my god, are you saying that I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in possession, at this very moment, of a Jack Hughes original handwritten journal page? That’s it, I’m taking all of these and making a shitload of money selling them on Ebay or something.”

Jack chuckled softly, taking the old, dusty item from her hands and opening it. Out came a neatly folded small sheet of paper that he proceeded to carefully unfold and hand back to her so she could read what was written on it.

She smirked at him, playfully, raising her eyebrow.

“Just read it, doofus.”

Y/N swatted his arm, padding to his couch and sitting down, scanning through the handwritten scribbles that looked like they were at the very least, a few years old. Meanwhile, he got up, picking up a couple of items that rested a few feet away from them and returning them to their rightful place. After a couple of minutes, and having read it over and over again, she raised her head, a quizzical expression plastered on her face.

“Oh, wow. You wrote this?” the young woman inquired, intrigued by the entry that was apparently named Sun.

“Hmm…Yeah… Every single one of these – “ he started, pointing to the pile of cassettes that were now all over his floor. “ – are ripped pages from the journal the team's psychologist made me write back in camp.”

“Dude, are you kidding me? This is so beautifully written. You’re sitting on a pile of gold. Why isn’t your agent making you release this in a memoir or something? People would go nuts over all of this, I’m sure.”

“Well, I never really shared them with anyone before… hence the weird hiding place… Z knows I used to write a lot back in the day and has been looking for them for years but I hid them in the only place he will never look for them: an old box filled with dusty cassette tapes…He’s highly allergic to dust and steers clear of anything that might trigger an incessant sneeze fest.” Jack confessed, scratching the back of his head. “I wrote them all in high school and a couple of years into my pro career, I guess.” he chuckled, looking away as her wondering eyes found his.

“Oh? I didn’t know you had a muse in high school… You’re full of surprises, aren’t you Jack Hughes?” Y/N teased, rising from her spot on the floor, leaving the tiny piece of paper on the coffee table as she approached the raven-haired man and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do I know her?”

He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at her and placing his large hands on her lean waist.

“Come on, Hughes, you’re killing me here! You must’ve had it really bad if you wrote these many entries about that person… I mean, are they all about her?”

Jack simply nodded. They were all about the same subject. Always about the same bubbly, kind, beautiful girl he spent most of his days with. The Devils' player remembered writing every single one of those pages, each word and each feeling engraved into his mind. Thoughts of the sleepless nights, stressing about his future, eased out by the sound of music and the thoughts that wouldn’t leave his mind until he penned them down and proceeded to hide them on that box came flooding in and he couldn’t help but lean down and peck her lips.

“Mmm…” she hummed softly, breaking the delicious contact between them. “Oh no, buddy, don’t think you’ll get out of this one that easily…” Y/N warned, now resting her hands on his chest so he couldn’t get any closer to her. “I enjoy our spontaneous kissing as much as you do but I am really curious about this mystery girl. Was it Zoe? She was really cute!” the beautiful woman stopped to analyze his reaction. “No? Oh. My. God. Was it Lily? It was, wasn’t it? Is this why you refuse to show this to anyone? It’s a huge bro code infraction, I know…but still, Lily and Alex have been dating for years and have a kid on the way, so I really don’t think this would have a significant impact on –“

She was interrupted by his lips crashing into hers once again, stopping her in the midst of her rambling. The coach's daughter gasped, surprised at first, but eventually melted into his arms. He really was a great kisser. After a few seconds, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers as she looked up at him all doe-eyed and woozy.

“It was you.” he murmured, almost inaudibly.

“What?” she mumbled, still feeling like she was walking on clouds.

“It was you, Y/N. The girl I wrote all these entries about. Y/N Y/L/N. The dream girl.”

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes #hockey #hockey boys #team usa #alex turcotte #trevor zegras #cole caufield #luke hughes #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes x you #jack hughes x y/n #fanfiction #blurb

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effyeffa · 2 months

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overly specific playlists for overly specific occasions 2024 edition

winter 23/24. dreamy mix of many different genres for when someone asks me hey what have you been listening to lately. old songs new songs happy songs sad songs everything from adrianne lenker to marco castello, a frequent rotation

lover. i definitely did NOT make this one to impress one specific person whose taste matches mine in the most miraculous of ways no no. but we will fall in love listening to beach house

fall for you. have you ever put on mitski i'm your man and leonard cohen i'm your man back to back. no? well here's your chance. and i can tell you more about this world, so much more

tasty tunes. synth-heavy dance tunes, good vibes. la femme, miel de montagne, LA priest etc. dinner party background groove

summer roads. one thing almost all of the tracks in this playlist have in common is that they were at some point featured in a skate vid. many classics (bob dylan, cocteau twins) modern classics (frank ocean, cass mccombs) and timeless jams (daniel johnston, mazzy star)

touch. this one's for lying on a big old sofa with your best friends half asleep drunk on love and too tired to go to bed. rhye, james blake, kevin morby

what's the last four years been about? when jockstrap said. What's it all about. i give you bon iver, i give you angel olsen, i give you fiona apple with the answers. i give you black country new road with the musical equivalent of a greek tragedy. dig in.

springsummer 23. don't recall what kind of headspace i was in for this one but we're feeling a wide range of emotions here. tamino and yo la tengo, andrew bird, dope lemon, king krule. the overarching theme may or may not being hopelessly in love with someone impossible

all the in between. mama you've been on my mind. another lovesick one. lots of oldies with new stuff sprinkles in, a short and sweet moment in time. might have cried to this playlist, or written notes app poetry.

transitional. it's raining and you're gazing out a train window dramatically, there is a sweet nostalgia in this but also darkness, rough around the edges. from amyl and the sniffers to flume, moodswings and movement.

#music #music recs #playlists #mine #spotify #playlist

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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omg hi if you're doing kinky reclists how about one for accidental stimulation/arousal? or overstimulation?? or both?! (thank u love u!)

Good food anon, good food 🥘 I went for a mix of accidental arousal & overstimulation here, hope that’s okay!

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porn

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#asks #anon #kinkuary 2023 #overstimulation #accidental arousal

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autisticempathydaemon · 2 months

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THIS IS FOR THE MATCH-UPS AND ALSO /NF TO DO, IF YOU DONT WANNA, ITS OKAY! :D

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? — OOOH definitely Dance with me by Topline Addicts, as for lyrics: You say "come and dance with me", but I'm a bit too shy so I just smile politely (its giving me so much Lasko vibes this part and I love it)

What is your Enneagram type? — 9w1 the peacemaker (k think thats what its called)

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? — I never heard of them (if they are a person bcs I tried to look them up but no luck, unless if you mean subnautica–?) I'm sorry ;-; /lh

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. — Not really an imaginary friend, but I guess I could count my daydreams of myself as a fairy princess when I was a kid? So charming and pretty and powerful as hell, getting the hearts of those fictional character I loved at that time

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? — Always lying on the side, my back facing the wall. I try to sleep on my back but it's not working so far, other than these, I need complete darkness and quiet, bcs I get stiff when I hear a noise

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) — If there was this name in my country, I would go for Jax or Jaxen, gender neutral and short and has a nice punch to it!

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? — Lasko fucking Moore. This guy almost took down the channel, was number one before the purge, keeps breaking stuff even in his apartment, he is just like me fr /hj (Lasko kinnie here) and even lately, I love his development so much, like he will always be my number one (I love other characters too tho!)

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) — It's I guess because of how much he is popular? I love Sam, but I sometimes forget how much favorite he is and it always surprised me /lh

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. — The Smoke Thieves by Sally Green, I love the dialogues between two characters, which one is kinda always flirty (not in Gavin way, he is like "youre so pretty and your pretty eyes omg") and so chill and happy with the other, who is awkward and doesn't know how to accept compliments and theyre so gay omg

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? — I dont wanna answer this because that means I have to choose /j./lh (... Huxley... I will smooch his cheeks. As a friend.)

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) — It depends on the mood while I'm tired, but most of the time, it's my Redacted OCs currently, especially when I'm so tires I can't even type right LMAO

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. — Some chocolate snack bar and milkshake in a bottle

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. — I made it yesterday, but it's all kinds of happy sounding songs and OST without any lyrics and it feels so nice to bop into it

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? — Wattpad books,, i wanna get back into reading some, its been years

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! — I'm libra sign, INFP, I like the nights and sunrises, have many redacted OCs (around 20 of them, i like to play with the kinds of powers and try to mix them and experiment) and I like to text RP! I also currently work on my gaslamp fantasy WIP book(?), I'm undiagnosed neurodivergent (possibly audhd), dyslexic and I also listen to Mr Laveau's Nexus AUDIO RP series (recommending if you like video games sfx and original art) and started listening to DND group The Adventure Zone!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT/ALL THE TIME! :D

Okay, so you know who I’ve always thought should really be into fantasy and DnD? Asher, and since canon hasn’t yet confirmed he loves these things, you can be his introduction!

The combination of your personality types and your being a writer gives me the image of an emotional and emotionally intelligent person, which I think is a good match for Asher who is also pretty emotionally intelligent! I think your vibes would really match, and together you two could be, like, the heart of the Shaw Pack as the Beta and his mate. Also, Asher is some sort of flavor of neurodivergent, and I love making ND4ND pairs, ya know?

Your life together would be so FUN, I’m actually jealous. I think getting Asher into DnD and games would be such a treat, listening to TAZ together, helping him learn rules and the different systems, maybe putting together a campaign with Angel and Davey because Angel would be a fuckin bomb DM, I feel it in my heart. He’d also be such a lovely partner for a writer. I can very clearly imagine Asher laying his head on your lap, having you read what you’ve written that day aloud to him which functions as both a cute bonding activity but also a way for you to spot-check and edit how it reads.

Song:

What would you do if I stole you tonight? (Ahh ahh)/ Why waste time? (Ahh ahh)/ 'Cause the world goes on without us/ It doesn't matter what we do/ All silhouettes with no regrets/ When I'm melting into you/ 'Cause I belong in your arms

One, you said you like happy-sounding songs, and I think this is a great one. I love it’s kind of dreamy, high vibe, you know? Two, this came out around 2012, when Asher would have been a teenager, so I like how nostalgic and romantic this song would be for him.

Runner-ups:

For a writer who loves fantasy, OC’s, and roleplay games, Guy is a sure shoe-in for a runner-up! I think he and Asher have a lot of similarities, but I went with Asher because he struck me as a better match for an introvert. For a Lasko kinnie, I had to choose Aaron as another contender because they’re my favorite Redacted rarepair, and I’ve been meaning to write something for that shop for a while.

note: thank you for your entry, I hope you like it!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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LET'S TALK ABOUT THE JAILBREAK MEGA MIX! While it's still the anniversary day! I was doing something for the rest of today but wanted to discuss my first run through the song.

You could say this was my dream come true since it was a Mikoto Muu mix for a small bit. The instrumental of MeMe overlapping with the beginning of Muu's final part. It was great.

I'm also lovingly dragging Star along for this ride.

Okay I was tired when I wrote this. So, I went back to edit it for clarity! This is hopefully the last edit I'll do on this.

To start off I believe the songs, their placements, and the way they overlap show the relationships or associations between the characters.

Let me explain.

First, we have Es the guard that we started with and technically our proxy within Milgram. Basically, Es is the one that connects us the audience to Milgram so of course they'd go first.

Next, we have Kotoko the one who's most firmly aligned with Es. Their mentalities have become a bit similar after trial one as well. Given some of Es' statements towards Futa in his voice drama. I hope he isn't also harsh on Mahiru.

However, this is where it gets tricky or fun depending on your view, I think it's fun.

Kotoko leads into Haruka. Someone who has said like Muu but for different reasons he doesn't think any of the prisoners are like him. This mix could be a subtle way to tell us who the prisoners are most like and impacted by. I believe Haruka comes after Kotoko because she is the one to leave the biggest impact on him but the prisoner, he's most like comes after him.

This is why bits of his song go into Mahiru's but the overlap between Harrow and Weakness is more subtle. No instrumental from Harrow or anything just Kotoko singing,

"I want to be drowning in the knowledge that I'm right." while Haruka is floating in that water.

However, this line could relate directly to one of Haruka's lines in Weakness,

"I cried, I screamed, I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling. I was in denial; I was in denial I just had to make sure."

When this comes to representing the relationship between Haruka and Kotoko while they haven't had the best interactions and Haruka is downright afraid of her, they've started talking. Plus, upon realizing that Haruka was Innocent Kotoko began to treat him a bit more nicely.

21/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Haruka: Ah…… H-happy birthday, Kotoko-san.

Kotoko: ……thanks. You’ve definitely changed a bit. Do you remember before? You could barely even talk to me.

Haruka: I-is that so? Now that you mention it, I, I maybe have got a bit better since then. ……m-maybe I’ve got more used to being around people. There’s other people here who are interested in me, and, um, in particular Mu-san pays a lot of notice to me…… I… I’m enjoying myself here……

Kotoko: ……hmm. It’s just a theory I have right now, but I get the feeling the outcome of Milgram’s judgements are having some influence on our mental state. Well, I only noticed because I happened to be last up though. Good for you, then. This must mean that you’re fine. ……I’ll accept those birthday wishes.

Muu and Haruka don't really discuss Kotoko's actions as bad or good. To be frank I don't really think Haruka discussed them at all. So, they're both neutral leaning towards positive with her. Taking that into consideration, him coming up after her makes sense.

However, since the line Kotoko sings before Haruka's song can be related to one of his own and was directly related to the visuals of his song we're in a fun but ambiguous situation. One where either Kotoko or Mahiru could be the prisoner most like Haruka. However, I still think in this case the prisoner most like him is Mahiru.

Because unlike with Harrow where only the line Kotoko sings overlaps. The instrumentals of Weakness and This is How to Be in Love With You merge near the end before Haruka finishes off his part singing,

"Even if I keep trying it, it's broken right away. The things that aren't here and unneeded things... Is it still living somewhere?"

(Lol, this isn't my point it's Stars she typed it up on my computer using this great thing called Parsec now for a word from our spons-dies. God wish I was paid for this I'm just excited. Okay take it away.)

This parallels well with, "I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness/I can't stop feeling like there's something missing."

(And that was Star's point please applaud~ A little louder just kidding!)

I forgot to add my feelings on Mahiru and Haruka's overlap in my rush to get to Yuno. There are also very direct comparisons that can be made between the two through their voice dramas. They both underestimate and speak down about their own capabilities. However, when given the opportunity, being met with patience, or having a straightforward goal to work towards they're likely to better complete it.

Also, just as Mahiru judged Mikoto immediately after one encounter to be flippant and have cheater energy. Haruka pretty much judged Kotoko as scary off the bat and continued to avoid her until he'd become more comfortable through due to his verdict and other prisoners taking time to interact with him and pick up the ball whenever he dropped. For example, how Mikoto told Kotoko Es was calling for her but neither of them confronting or reprimanding Haruka for not being able to communicate that to her and basically ignoring the task Es gave him.

They also have both requested frivolous items for not only personal enjoyment but to better create the atmosphere they were seeking. Haruka the water floaty during the summer and Mahiru the futons for the sleep over.

Now we get to the overlap between This Is How To Be In Love With You and Umbilical. This one is fun in so many ways. First it highlights Yuno and Mahiru's give and take relationship within Milgram. Something touched on within Yuno's birthday conversation last year.

22/09/02 (Yuno’s Birthday)

Mahiru: ……no, I’m fine. As long as I don’t move too much I don’t even feel any pain. Sorry for making you worry.

Yuno: Oh, really? That’s good then. Mahiru-san, if there’s anything you want then just ask. It’s not like it’s a huge burden, I can just ask for it along with my own stuff.

Mahiru: Ok…… I’m fine for now. Sorry, for making you worry. Ah, Yuno-chan…… Today’s your birthday, right? Happy birthday.

Yuno: ………… Haha, thanks. Thank you, but y’know. Is it really ok for you to be saying that to me when you’re in that situation? ……you really aren’t suited for Milgram, huh, Mahiru-san.

"Ring, ring I'm calling you in the middle of the night."

This line overlapping with Umbilical could could reference Mahiru relying/calling on Yuno to get her things within Milgram now that her privileges have been restricted. It can also allude to what some including myself have speculated Yuno was doing on the staircase making a phone call.

Now here's the kicker the thing that makes the line up appear to be intentionally alluding to which prisoners are most like the other is because Yuno comes directly before Kazui. The person she admits to being the most like.

There isn't much overlap between their songs since Yuno's song drops directly before his starts with the lines,

"I messed up, I found out." being repeated over and over.

A line that directly ties into Halfs line of,

"Where did I go wrong, probably from the beginning."

In the song proper it would parallel the line "If continuing to hide is called unhappiness, not even one word will get to you." pretty well to. However, when it comes to following up this line the first works better.

Shidou's song unsurprisingly has no overlap but is after Kazui's. Him and Kazui have been working closely together since Kotoko's attacks in order to take care of and protect injured prisoners. Plus, he's admitted that Kazui is the prisoner he gets along with the best during the first trial.

Q.18 Who do you get along with best out of the other prisoners?

Shidou: Mukuhara-san, I think. We’re the two old men here, and are often in the smoking area together.

On top of that Yuno has spent the most of her time hanging out with Mahiru or Kazui. So, it makes sense relationship wise for them to be where they are in the Jailbreak lineup.

Now here's where things get exciting. A lot of people would rightfully ask well Muu and Haruka are closest, they spend the most time together, why aren't they closer in the line up.

Let's get into the final four and most interesting choices of the Jailbreak line up and talk about what the Milgram staff decided to name this mega mix.

Futa's part in the mix starts off hard. Right after Shidou's we go into what I like to call the guilty mash up. Since all three of these guilty Prisoners had their songs overlap in row and honestly it sounds great.

First though, there is room to say that Futa is being compared to Shidou. Meaning the one most like him in Milgram which he incorrectly claimed was Kotoko before is more than likely Shidou. This makes sense given how he came in concerned about the well-being of those younger than him and Shidou's stance with kids. It really wouldn't be surprising to me if their mentalities were similar.

They also both failed to take proper care of people younger than them before. Something we only get a glimpse into during Shidou's trial two song.

Star again; another similarity between Shidou and Fuuta is that they're both fairly cynical in terms of worldview! From Mr Ethics is a delusion to "The world is full of shitty people isn’t is natural to look down on them all?" and "In the modern era, whatever I do is useless anyway I’m just going along with the flow." There's also the fact that the transition line between Throw Down and Bring it on is literally just "Throw down", which could allude to fighting.

(Gunsli: i.e throwing down a colloquialism in English for starting or being involved in a fight. In the same vein that Bring it on is a colloquialism in English usually taunting someone into a conflict. The equivalent of a bunch of middle schoolers yelling fight, fight, oooo what are you gonna do about it. Back to Star.)

/o/ Jumping on the throw down as a colloquialism real quick to bring up the other interpretation of it. That being throwing your weight on the side of an argument/conflict you believe in. This can refer to your ethicality/morals but it can also refer to monetary/societal value [something you can argue is touched upon by Shidou covering Delusion Tax + the quote "No life is worth the same as another's(??)"].

(Okay back to me I suppose.)

The only difference between Futa and Shidou is Amane and Es don't hate Futa. Es says it's important to not go easy even on friends and Amane keeps checking in on Futa. In fact, recently in the collaboration art you can see them all sitting together. Shidou standing behind and Futa to the side and behind Amane. Amane is pretty much right between the two of them but is noticeably closer to Futa.

Plus, despite the fact that Futa has been shown close to Kazui a lot recently he's the further from him than Shidou is.

"I don’t dislike anyone particularly. However, I think Amane rather dislikes me. Such a shame."

Even though Futa is far more abrasive than Shidou his curt nature is generally well received by those younger than him but looked down upon by those older. This is because to some people younger than him his behavior can feel like he's meeting them at their level while not being condescending, sometimes even appearing to be stupider than they are. Something that kids tend to generally like.

We see this part of Futa's nature during his second interrogation where he attempts to relate to Es. Outside of that Futa blatantly states friends to him are,

Q.01 What do friends mean to you?

Futa: People who get excited about the same things as you.

Meaning he's probably more likely to search for common ground with someone to better relate to them. This is something that Amane has seemed to be receptive to, considering the overlap between their songs. Outside of that it just makes sense she'd be receptive to someone that takes her statements seriously and she can have a back and forth with. Even though she's a child, that sort of engagement is still necessary and refreshing even more so considering the sort of child Amane is.

So, let's talk about that overlap. Their songs don't just overlap but the videos do as well. This also happens with Es and Kotoko, Mahiru and Yuno, and Amane and Mikoto (oh trust me we'll get to that). All these pairings are the ones that have become the closest to each other over Milgram.

Kotoko not only directly aligns themselves with Es but works for them as per the terms of the deal she presented to Es last trial.

Yuno and Mahiru talk and hangout rather often to the point that Yuno has offered to get Mahiru stuff when she orders her stuff. Also speculated but not confirmed that she may have ordered Mahiru the wheelchair.

Amane and Futa. Amane has continued to encourage Futa since they received their verdicts and despite him receiving medical attention as well has not threatened him.

Amane and Mikoto. They don't talk on a frequent basis but when they do they usually talk for a good while. Mikoto is chatty and Amane is willing to listen to him talk in depth about his experiences and even take notes. So, also no surprise there.

Back to Futa and Amane the line that overlaps between their songs is,

"It's going great, we're gonna punish you until you cry. If you get off now, you're a traitor. Now let's be reasonable!"

Now let's be reasonable continues to repeat. The line even skips three times before being repeated another three before Amane begins to sing.

These lines from Bring It On tie in well to Amane's starting line of,

"I can actually think of it as a good thing, see isn't it great?"/ "It's going great-"

"This happy pinky promise hurts to break."/ "We're gonna punish you until you cry. If you get off now, you're a traitor."

"Even I can say "I'm sorry". Even I have hope. I swear! I'm going to be a good girl now! That's it!" /"Now let's be reasonable."

Amane and Futa's mindsets align well with each other the MEGA MIX highlights this by putting their songs so close to each other. Musically having their mindsets collide. Through this it pulls to the forefront how "Bring It On" is all about punishing someone to the point of getting an apology and "Magic" is about apologizing for one's mistakes and promising to do better seemingly repeatedly.

The repetition of, "Now, let's be reasonable." between the songs highlighting how neither Amane or Futa think these things in and of themselves are unreasonable responses or requests to a perceived wrong. Their possible shared belief that all punishment should end at the point where the offender apologizes and going beyond that is a bit much.

Even if the punishment used to elicit the apology was disproportionate in comparison to the offense. Putting them side by side within the mega mix was a good way of highlighting this aspect of not only their songs but characters. Yet it doesn't stop there!

When it comes to Amane there's another interesting point. In this case I'm referring to how one of the televisions the prisoners' songs are displayed on within the Jailbreak Mega Mix is more than likely the same model we see her watching at the end of Magic. A CRT. Now it is very much possible all the televisions displayed in this video are different versions of the CRT but the exact make and model name is something neither Star nor I know.

The one in the middle is more than likely the one Amane is watching at the end of Magic. Despite neither of us knowing the specific model names. Star believes the one in the middle is the oldest television, the one to the right the second oldest, and the one on the left would be the most recent one relative to the ones there of course.

It's time for Amane and Mikoto! The overlap between their songs and visuals, just like Futa is strong. You can hear Amane singing lightly in the background as the instrumental of MeMe begins. Imagery from her mv overlapping with Mikoto's silhouette from the prison line up and being put over imagery from his own mv. Basically, distorting the two together.

The line overlapping here,

"But it's not scary at all, because it's love! I can really think it's great. See, isn't it a great thing?"

This ties directly into Mikoto's first line which I've discussed to death in other posts, "If I could laugh, if I could go back, I'd play dead even though I'm alive right? If I could end, if I could stop how long would this dream go on?" Amane's lead in line serves to highlight the placating mindset Mikoto has throughout MeMe.

Highlighting the undertone of the beginning lyrics and how Mikoto and Amane convinced themselves that their circumstances were fine even though on some level they knew they weren't. They just kept going forward with the belief that it was, and it would have the desired result.

Something that's really funny when one considers the imagery from Magic that overlaps between Bring It On and MeMe. During Bring It On it's Amane taking the stage but when we get to MeMe the imagery that overlaps between their songs is Amane thinking she has the right answer but being told she's wrong and the cat being injured. Something that can be considered a deliberate choice since while one of those scene is before the other the second scene doesn't happen directly after the the first in Magic proper.

In fact Amane being told her answers are wrong happens a good bit before the cat is injured. That scene ends at 1:16 of and the cat injury happens at 1:36 but now they've been spliced together for this overlap. Ignoring every other line that happens between those points. It's a good way to visually drive home that belief is wrong and it's in fact to no one's surprise not a great thing.

If Amane's song is about the hope of becoming that better version of yourself, Mikoto's is very much about the disillusionment of that concept. Facing the realization that no matter how much a person may try to be better there will still be people in their life who treat them like trash over and over. That sometimes the best or even the most self-preserving response is to grin and bear it along with the animosity one can hold towards themselves because they behave in that way.

Sadly, sometimes the key to surviving is putting up with people who don't give a shit about you, your feelings, or the effort you put into something and doing your best to not take that personally. I can't stop imagining Futa seeing this overlap between their songs and being like, "What the fuck; you two live like this?! It explains...more than it should..."

This overlap between Amane and Mikoto also serves to nicely point to what was one of the more jarring mvs and go see it's not scary all while putting cartoon animals over the actual footage. Something, I feel can come off as super sweet like Amane's seeing the initial response to Mikoto and going,

"Okay, this looks bad but look there's a cartoon cat now" while subtly whispering "It's not bad. Stop saying it's bad. It isn't it's love. It's not bad at all." In what can only be considered a blatant attempt at brainwashing the audience, and I appreciate that. We take our wins where we can find them Amane's right. MeMe wasn't that bad.

Amane's in Double sock puppets on her hands distracting people from Mikoto committing more in-depth murders like,

"The Dog was hurt by Mr. Porcupine's quills but Mr.Porcupine never noticed the dogs pain. Each day Mr.Dog would go into work and Mr.Porcupine would jab in another quill at first it seemed like a small error an accident. Yet, as it kept happening Mr.Dog eventually couldn't take anymore." Then the dog sock puppet suddenly has a bat and she recreates the murders in sockpuppet form.

After watching it Es is just like, "I'm so sorry Mr.Dog you've been through so much."

"Huh, oh...yeah? I have- thank you... I accept your apology, Es." Mr.Dog what the fuck is this kid seeing in these videos is he okay?! Is this a nickname for me now; what, why? Is he being genuine?!

Now Mikoto and Muu. The line that leads into Muu's part is,

"I won't forgive you if this is happening even though I'm right."

And oh boy do I have a lot to say about this one! Even though it doesn't overlap with her song MeMe's instrumental does particularly the drums. But let's talk about this line overlap and how it relates to Mikoto and Muu's relationship through the course of Milgram.

In my opinion I don't believe there's a lyric within After Pain that could directly tie into the line that leads into this part. The only line that comes close to tying in with it is,

"Why won't you stop hurting me?"

This line gives the same feeling of a lack of control over the situation along with mild animosity towards the fact that they are as Star would say being put through the trials.

It serves to highlight Mikoto and Muu's similar mindsets when it comes to facing punishment for their actions whether they remember them or not. That mindset being actually fuck you I was right and if you're smart you'll see that. If not I'm definitely not going to forgive you for putting me through all this even though I was right to do what I did. Basically, if you don't forgive me, you're the one that's wrong.

They both heavily focus on their crimes being a result of self-defense all be it in different ways given Mikoto's circumstances. Plus, after receiving her very small Innocent verdict Muu immediately pivoted into a, it's not my fault of course anyone could see that, mentality which was hardly out of nowhere. I doubt this is saying that Mu is the most like Mikoto given the Amane thing, but it is highlighting how their relationship has changed and how they may find their similarities and each other's abilities useful to the other.

He has basically become Muu and Haruka's chaperone. Which honestly good choice picking the one guy outside of Kazui who proved capable of fending Kotoko off on his own and wants to beat her at her own game. It's mighty convenient that those two are suddenly getting really close to Mikoto as soon as your Innocent status is up for debate again and may be in jeopardy. Maybe Muu is trying to as she put it in second written interrogation "chose better friends".

That's what brings us back to the name of the Mega Mix Jailbreak. It seems everyone in Milgram may not just be building relationships by gravitating towards people they just so happen to like or to just survive within the facility. They may be building useful relationships that they think would be useful if the possibility case of a Jailbreak presents itself.

This is why Yuno calls Kotoko's behavior stupid. Aligning yourself with someone whose opinion of you can change on a dime instead of people stuck in the same objectively messed up and weird situation as her... So, openly only serves to limit who is willing to help her later if her plan to work with Es backfires.

The three guilty prisoners whose songs overlap heavily should be concerning to some. Since two of them are the strongest willed people in Milgram who have voiced if Milgram won't agree with them, they will just rebel because they have done it before. So, honestly, what's a second time to them.

Not even going into Amane very actively attempting to indoctrinate Futa and clearly playing favorites with that goal in mind. It's not even just them that are possibly trying to or mulling over the idea of escaping. The only prisoners happy with Milgram as it is now are Haruka who is guilty now, Muu who is Guilty now, and Kotoko who honestly it would be so fucking funny if she got voted Innocent again like at this point we'd be dropping the ball for shits and giggles.

In fact prisoners so far this trial have,

Voice dissatisfaction at Es aligning themselves with Kotoko. (Yuno during her voice drama.)

Compared their circumstances to Es and highlighted there is truly little difference between them but their titles and Es is just as stuck here as they are. (Futa and Shidou in their voice dramas.)

Annoyance at continuing to be stuck there and how the appeal of the place for them has worn thin. (Yuno in the same voice drama.)

Outside of Haruka, Muu, and Kotoko no one else stuck within the facility is happy regardless of if they were voted Innocent or Guilty. All that to say the Jailbreak Mega Mix sure is interesting!

I hope they revolt~

#milgram

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Lucerys Velaryon x Aemond Targaryen

Salt and Fire

When you fall in love, you will carve out your heart and throw it into the deepest ocean. You will be all in - blood and salt.

Summary: Lucerys Velaryon belongs to both sea and sky. His whole life he has tried to prove his blood runs thick with not just fire but salt, despite the scandalous accusations that have haunted him and his brothers. Aemond Targaryen is nothing but fire, and before their families tore them asunder, his nephew was one of the few people he did not scorch. History books would have you believe the green and black children of House Targaryen grew up enemies, but before eyes and loyalties were slashed, there was once devotion between the two second sons. As boys grow into men, it is easier to repay an injury, because forgiveness is a burden and revenge a pleasure.

Notes: Thank you so much for reading and hope you enjoyed this beast of a chapter! I'm sorry this took longer to put out than usual, I've been trying to catch up on a lot of stuff before the holidays hit. I feel like my Aemond chapters really are the longest, but I think it's just because I enjoy his character so much. I don't like to rewrite scenes from the series, especially since I'm sure we've all read it a million times already, but when I rewatched it to see if I should include the training yard scene, I HAD too. There was actually so much Aemond/Jace tension, I couldn't not include it in the chapter where the division between them all is really starting to protrude. I'd like to apologize but I really did mean it when I tagged this was a slow burn and I hope I haven't lost too many people from all this character building. It's all important guys I promise, hang in there!

Last chapter, I was actually really surprised by the mixed reviews I received! Not that any were bad or mean, but I was definitely not expecting how unfavorably some people reacted to Luke's participation with the Pink Dread. I've always heard that if you can get your viewers emotional and invested, you've done something right. So thank you guys and all your awesome comments and feedback! Your predictions are especially fun to read.

Just a fun fact, I'd just like to mention that as Luke get's older, I see him portrayed as a young Jack Dylan Grazer from this point on when he played Eddie in IT around this time in the story. And also, Alyssa Arryn is not actually mine and belongs to G.R.R., but I did fluff up to the story a bit differently than in GoT to pertain more towards the story.

I am so thankful for any and all views I get and feel so grateful just to see people are reading. If you're feeling generous enough, please leave your thoughts!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Chapter Ten

let me down slowly.

Aemond pulled his sword back and aimed a high right, then again for another high left, his opponent, a straw man, wobbled on its stand as he practiced the sequences he and Ser Criston had gone over that morning. High right, high left, duck, turn, low left, high right. Ser Criston had warned him he was to break fast with his mother that morning and had to return to his duties as the day started, but after their last conversation Aemond had been adamant he go on ahead and leave him to practice for a while longer. He was still tempering himself, his face hot and adrenaline steaming that he could not bring himself to retreat inside just yet to start the day and it seemed Ser Criston understood this. He went over the training session he had that morning over and over in head. His sword lessons were always a reprieve from everything going on around him, but today when he'd thrown himself into their practice, he had used his sword more as an outlet and swung with all his might, putting all his pent up anger behind every swing. He had grown tired quickly but had snapped at any of Ser Criston’s warning that he would not last their whole lesson if he continued on that way.

“When can I train with steel?” he had asked instead, bringing up the same insistent argument he had been having with Cole for almost a year now.

Ser Criston put down his own practice sword, sighing before dipping his head and answered him quietly.

“When you're ready, my Prince.”

Aemond was indignant and already brooding; the same answer his father’s Kingsguard continued to give was the excuse he was looking for to snap at him.

“I'm ready now.”

“A week ago I might have agreed.”

“And now?”

“You have…much anger, my Prince, and you must learn to be cautious with it,” Cole told him. “Anger can bring forth a certain strength, it's true. But resentment loses focus. And that is when mistakes are made, Prince Aemond. If it is emotion that drives you, you must control it, or in true combat you will find it guiding your sword towards certain death.”

He did not know how else to release the storm that had been teeming inside him, and Ser Criston's scorn pressed down on his bruises even harder.

Yet it was difficult to truly throw anger towards Ser Criston when he was right.

Aemond was filled with it.

If he were a pot or a cauldron, he'd be bubbling and frothing, steaming into the air to burn anyone who tried to lift his top. At first his anger had been focally at Cole. The day after his mother and Rhaenyra had fought outside his room he was expected at the training yard. Ser Criston was not a man to change his plans and was dutiful and dependent, yet Aemond had been reluctant when his mother urged him he must uphold his commitments and did not allow him to skip lessons. Of course his mother had been quick to defend her most trusted sworn sword, remembering how she confessed to Aemond after Rhaenyra had yanked Luke from his rooms that they had heard shouting and had only meant to listen in concern.

It had been brief, but his ire had flickered towards his mother as well.

“She’s right mother,” he almost cried. “This grudge you have…”

I’m tired of being bled on…

His mother had looked at him, like what he said pained her, and she had gotten on her knees before him and took his hands in hers and swore to him she was not tampering with his letters.

“But I have allowed this friendship to carry on for too long between you two,” she told him, like what she said aggrieved her as much as it did him.

“You are so smart, my son, my cleverest. You wanted to read before you could not even walk and can do your numbers far better than any other boy at your age I've known. You are more precocious than any of my children, and you are kind, and for that I think is why you find less joy than your siblings. So I’ve let you keep this happiness that boy seems to bring you. But it must end, Aemond.”

“Why, mother? Why are you so sure-“

“Because you must realize there will be a time Rhaenyra will need to secure her throne. One day, when she is cornered and the realm seeks to crown your brother, she will need to rid herself of any challenges.”

His nails were digging into his palms and his cheek was stinging as he bit down until he could taste metallic behind his teeth while he endured to listen to the same lecture his mother had given them many times.

“Those challenges are you. You and your brothers, any sons your sister has, all will be put to the sword if Rhaenyra is allowed to rule the Seven Kingdoms. Especially if she intends to place her bastards as her heirs and bend the entire realm to such a change in tradition. You all are living, breathing reminders to all who their true ruler should be.“

“I – I don’t believe she would…she wouldn’t-”

“We cannot place all our lives on optimism, my son,” she urged, squeezing his hands. “Despite all my efforts to council your father, I fear he will not see reason before he passes Aemond. We must be ready. And you are only setting yourself up for pain, my dearest.”

She had wiped his tears even when he still protested and Ser Criston watched on without a word. He did not need to when Aemond could see it in his dark eyes. He had made it all but plain before. Ser Criston thought him weak for holding onto his friendship with Lucerys.

Before the pig, Aemond had always fought against everyone. Even when she pulled Aegon by his shirt, hissed at them so insistently that they needed to be careful around their eldest sister's children, or murmured warnings in their ears, he had stopped insisting aloud but silently believed them to be untrue. You are her greatest threat, she had always insisted. And she warned Aemond most of all. She had cautioned him many times before against this heartbreak he was sure to face if he continued his kinship with Lucerys. He had never believed her, insisting her claims could not possibly be true.

Yet here he stood, gaping and bleeding.

Because of Lucerys fucking Velaryon.

Or Waters, if he was truly done playing pretend for Luke’s sake.

Continue at A03

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Hi, what is your pov on some of these comments about mileapo fans being “delulu” and naive bc it’s “just fake bl fanservice”?

Because idk if I’m going crazy but like as a gay person this shit seems borderline homophobic? On the one hand I kinda get where they’re coming from with like the concert “plot” (idk what else to call it 😭), but otherwise seeing how they interact with each other in off-screen/stage moments and their chemistry and the huge ass difference with the entire cast, how they interact with each other vs others, the side couples energy with each other, it’s not that big of a leap… and to imply that it’s dumb or naive for ppl (lots of them queer themselves) to perceive that smells like homophobia to me… idk

I’m not even trying to be mad abt the mileapo thing bc frankly i don’t give a shit what people do or don’t believe about two actors but it’s the dismissive tone of such comments that pisses me off, and I was wondering if maybe you or any of your followers have some thoughts about this too.

Hello friend.

Thank you for trusting me with this delicate ask. Hopefully I can do a good job with it.

I'm hearing a couple of things in your question, part of which I'm guessing is just being able vent (glad to provide the space!) but the crux of which is commenting on the irony of homophobia in Kinnporshe / BL fandom. And yeah. You're not imagining it.

CW: Homophobia. I'm serious, this is your only warning. Some of this really upset me today and I'm pretty good at compartmentalizing.

I saw this after I got your ask and already spent some time thinking about how to respond, but these comments were in response to Tong coming out at KPWT Manila on Tiktok. I hate looking at them, but I'll embed them in case the tweet ever gets deleted as a reminder that EQUALITY IS NOT REAL IN THIS WORLD.

I won't lie, this hurt my feelings a lot and it's not even about me. I spent half a second being mad before just being sad about this for hours.

I've been into BL for so long, I am tired of this round-about argument we keep having over women, many of whom are queer or questioning, enjoying queer stories where the characters are male. There are culturally-adept literary and queer studies scholars who do research on this.

That being said, a not-small proportion of the fan base is made people who are genuinely homophobic and use BL as their fantasy. Just like watching lesbian porn doesn't make straight men allies, neither does watching BL make straight women allies. I am too exhausted to explain why they do but it's basically a mix of misogyny in not wanting to see other female actors opposite an actor you like but also using queer men as placeholders for your fantasy. Sometimes in fiction, but other times in reality.

I'm with @mirrorofprinces, we need to attack more homophobes for this. 😒😒😒 no more fighting over gay rights, time for KPTS-inspired gay wrongs and gay violence on the gaygenda.

The "delulu" and "it's just fanservice" comments are...indeed kind of homophobic. I respect people who don't want to comment on or interpret their relationship, like you said, or interpret it differently. And it kind of sucks to be like "well some people will be homophobic and you have to share a space with them" in fandom about a queer story, but how do you confront people, some of whom are happy to be openly homophobic, about homophobia that is more nuanced?

But I think one thing that undermines MileApo's authenticity is that BibleBuild do so much fan service despite also claiming not to. Fan service is a Thai BL industry standard with other actor pairs. And as a reality check to myself, I have looked at some of those pairs interacting and yeah. Definitely brotherly or fan service there.

The other part of the problem is young people, especially after the pandemic, genuinely do not seem to know what normal human interaction looks like, including the difference between what's fake and what's real AND what's platonic vs. what's flirty or romantic affection.

As for what my friends/moots think, here's @mellowroxy and @cookiedoughfiesta's thoughts from August about Mile saying he was in love with Apo about the "delulu" comments. (Though let's be real... sometimes the fandom is also... a bit much 🤣🤣🤣)

When I talked to Yams (@mellowroxy) about this earlier, here's what she had to add on to the point:

Me: fans were freaking out when Tom called Zendaya 'my MJ' on his birthday wish to her, and that's way more subtle than what Mile and Apo are doing

Yams: There wouldn’t be this much push back if it was a guy and girl. Most people would be like “oh another on set romance” and call it a day. On the Zendaya and Tom topic, if this was decades back when interracial couples were taboo as fuck then they wouldn’t come out as well.

A conscious reminder equality has always been hard-fought for.

But trust me, this paradox of people who watch BL who are homophobic have not escaped Mile and Apo's notice either.

"Equality isn't real in this world."

Apo's comment at KPWT Bangkok day 2, which many people have noted was likely about complaints over them reenacting Kinn and Porsche's first kiss live. I'm not going to look for it but @soft-husbands mentioned she saw a fancam that blurred the kiss out on Youtube 😑 (Why did you watch KPTS in the first place then.)

"People say that they are open minded, But they are actually not."

And isn't that the crux of it.

As I always say, you haven't have an opinion on the truth. So in the end, no one's opinions on the situation matters except for Mile's and Apo's. But it does suck to bear the brunt of people's negativity doesn't it.

Hopefully this didn't make you feel more sad... but you're not alone in noticing it at least.

#cw homophobia #mileapo #kpwt #kpwt bangkok #kpwt manila #mileapo and pride

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