#i can fit a nintendo switch in there
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i'm staying with my parents right now in their little village while i wait for my new job to start and honestly it feels like living in stardew valley. i walked up the village to deliver my great uncle a newspaper and came back with several tomato plants and a packet of pea seeds, and a jar of homemade apple jam. where else does this happen.
#on an unrelated note what if i spend the rest of the day playing stardew valley#it's been a while since i fully restarted my farm#i have jewellery to make actually but i can fit in a bit of nintendo switch time
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EVERYONE LOOK AT MY NEW SKIRT AND ITS BIG ASS POCKETS
#it can fit an entire nintendo switch also the fabric is so nice#and it looks super dramatic when i spin
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It's my birfday so I bought a OLED switch
#.txt#its so nice#theres tons of little quality of life improvements that just make it so much nicer than the old version#to anyone considering getting a switch i highly recommend the oled model#i know we were all hoping for a switch pro but there are so many little improvements i didnt even realize the switch needed#and tbh i dont think a pro console really fits nintendo as a brand#theyre all about doing as much as you can with underpowered tech to create an interesting experience
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hey are these yours?
aw rats, not all of my nintendo switches... good thing i can fit them in my skirt's enormous and very epic pockets
(psst i think you forgot to include the link, anon! <3)
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Holiday In The Hamptons
Part 3 of The Campaign
pairing: modern!Aemond x Reader
summary: You join the Targaryen-Hightower family in the Hamptons, determined to get back what Aemond took from you.
word count: 7.2k
rating: 18+/explicit (see details below the cut)
warnings: p in v (explicit sex), oral (fem-recieving), edging, overstimulation, blindfold, restraints, fingering, rough s*x, degradation, begging, kissing, pussy slapping, choking, hand kink, finger sucking, alluding to some Daemon/Rhaenyra targcest, language
note: it's been a while! I have no words-- i was inspired and here is the monster I created, I hope you enjoy!
You’d secretly hoped Rhaenyra would throw out the idea of a family outing after the debate with Aegon went sideways. She’d been graceful, smooth, and calculated as always. And Aegon?
Well, Aegon was Aegon.
You suppose Otto Hightower had attempted to prep him. But it didn’t stop him from being a pompous asshole through the entirety of the debate. Interrupting, laughing, and dismissing all of Rhaenyra’s arguments with baseline claims of his own. It was hard to watch.
And yet the public was eating it up.
Funny, they called him. An arrogant, egotistical, narcissist. But funny. The media was far more forgiving of Aegon than Rhaenyra. You suppose that’s why Aegon made a better frontman than Aemond. He was awfully charismatic.
Though you just know it was killing Aemond inside to not be the one behind that podium going head to head with Rhaenyra. A battle of wits is Aemond Targaryen’s idea of a great time. He wouldn’t have needed Aegon’s cheap tricks to win the debate. He probably could have bested her (though that killed you to admit).
“Shrieks Through the Keep,” she read the headline on her phone as you sat in the back of the limousine on the way to the Hamptons, “Rhaenyra Targaryen snaps at Aegon Targaryen during last night’s debate, her reaction reminiscent of her predecessor Maegor Targaryen. Fucking ridiculous.”
Luke sits beside her, Joffrey beside him lost in his Nintendo Switch, furiously pressing buttons and cursing under his breath. Jace and you sit across from them, knees pressed together. You’ve been stiffer around him lately, ever since----
“You did wonderfully,” Daemon had insisted, squeezing Rhaenyra’s knee, “Bunch of stupid cunts.”
Rhaenyra clicks her phone and the screen dims before leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Luke reaches forward, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“It’s only the first debate,” Daemon insists, “The others will be better.”
Rhaenyra lets out a pitiful laugh dropping her head into her hands, pressing her thumbs right under her brow bones. You’ve seen Aemond do the same thing when he’s stressed. Seven save you, can you stop thinking about that asshole?
“Can we talk about something else?” Rhaenyra asks, “Anything else.”
Joffrey pays no attention, his dark curls falling into his eyes, the faint sounds of his game echoing in the small space. Luke’s leg bounces nervously, his eyes darting to you, begging for some help.
“What’s your favorite memory of Summerhall House?” you ask her, eager to change the subject to something else as well.
The side of Rhaenyra’s mouth ticks upwards in a small, sad smile. She straightens up, leaning back against the leather seat. Her eyes look past you, searching for a memory.
“My father brought me here when I was a child,” she tells you, “Every summer we’d come. Just the three of us.”
Daemon watches Rhaenyra carefully as she speaks; his violet eyes never leave her face. You wonder where Daemon had fit in on their family holidays.
“My father hated the beach, hated it,” Rhaenyra continues through a chuckle, “But my mother loved the ocean. We’d spend hours at a time going back and forth. Swimming, drying out on the sand, going back to the water. Father would watch from the deck, always holed up with his models.”
Daemon takes her hand. You watch a pink blush begin to form on the apples of her cheeks, but she doesn’t pull her hand away. Your throat tightens. Aegon had his fair share of gossip present in the tabloids, but so did Rhaenyra.
Not a rumor you hope has truth behind it.
But it’s hard to deny when it's happening right in front of you. Still, you remove your gaze from their intertwined hands and rest your head against Jace’s shoulder.
“You miss him terribly,” Daemon says, thumb stroking the back of Rhaenyra’s hand, “I do as well. He’d be happy that you’re doing this. He always wanted the family together.”
Rhaenyra nods at his words, violet eyes glancing up at her Uncle’s face. He smiles at her softly before turning his head toward you and Jace. You meet his eyes for a brief moment before averting your gaze, heat rushing to your cheeks.
When you look up, he’s still watching you. You force a tight smile which Daemon Targaryen does not return. He knows you know, your mind teases as a weight settles in your gut. You close your eyes, pressing your face against Jace’s neck inhaling the scent of his cologne. You feel his arm tighten around you.
“Not long now,” he murmurs, and you hum in response.
Though you pretend to be asleep for the remainder of the drive, you can feel the fiery gaze of Daemon Targaryen burning through you.
When you arrive at Summerhall House you’re greeted with laminated itineraries and Alicent Hightower-Targaryen waiting at the front door. She holds one out to you, her brown eyes warm and inviting, auburn curls hanging freely down her back, dressed in an emerald green silk dress that falls just below her knee.
Though it's been half a year since the death of her husband she doesn’t look the part of a grieving widow. In fact, she appears more radiant than ever. The death of Viserys Targaryen suits her. Her eyebrows crease together as Daemon brushes by her, ignoring the handout. Her eyes move behind you, eyes searching for someone else.
“Where’s Baela and Rhanea?”
Daemon stops at the decorative table, eyeing the bowl of fruit in the center. Ruby red apples lay piled atop a bed of pears, and fresh mandarins. He reaches for an apple, taking off his sunglasses while inspecting the shiny outer flesh.
“Baela is galavanting around Europe. Last I spoke to her she was in Greece,” he says, biting into the apple, “Rhaena is much too busy preparing for her LSAT to be bothered with this farce.”
Alicent prickles at that, her jaw clenching, and her shoulders straightening.
“I’m tired,” Daemon announces.
“We’re supposed to have dinner,” Alicent calls as he begins his ascent up the staircase. Her words fall on deaf ears as Daemon continues down the hall until he is out of sight. She sighs, trying to hide her frustration as she turns back to you, “Can I get you anything? Something to drink? The espresso martinis are fabulous.”
Rhaenyra smiles politely, reaching out and squeezing Alicent’s forearm.
“None for me, I’m afraid I’m rather tired as well,” she admits, smiling bashfully, “I think I’ll tuck in for the evening.”
“Luke and Joffrey will share the beach room,” Alicent tells her, “Jace and…” she looks at you, as though remembering you’re present, “Y/N….you’re in the room at the farthest end of the second floor.”
You smile tightly.
“Thank you, Alicent,” you tell her, heading upstairs. As much as you want a drink, you’d rather not be stuck with forced polite conversation with Alicent.
The following morning is lights, camera, and action. Playing the role of a happy family is non-negotiable today. You meet everyone at breakfast by the pool, under the shade of the veranda. Mimosas, fresh fruit, omelets, and croissants greet you. You sit across from Daemon and Rhaenyra, as Jace pulls your chair out for you, reaching for a chocolate croissant.
Otto Hightower sits at the head of the table, his gaze icy. You can tell he’s watching Daemon out of the corner of his eye, his tension palpable.
“Aemond arrived rather late last night,” Daemon says, taking a bite of his omelet, “Though I’ve yet to see Helaena. Where is my niece?”
You can’t help the rush of stupid warmth that rolls through you. He’s here. Absent at the family breakfast though. Dickhead.
“Helaena should be joining us this evening,” Alicent says, sipping her mimosa, “I must’ve dozed off, was Floris with Aemond when he arrived?”
Alicent’s eyes are bright, lit up with curiosity.
You wonder if they get along. It appears Alicent likes her, by the look in her eyes. Through the grapevine, you’d heard that mummy didn’t approve of Aemond’s previous fling. That ended rather quickly. Jealousy creeps through your veins; icy tendrils weaving up your spine. Jace meets your eyes smiling.
“D’you like your croissant?” he asks, his grin lopsided.
“Love it,” you tell him, returning his smile with a much colder one.
Jacaerys Velaryon is nice. That’s about all there is to him. An easy man to have on your arm. Easily influenced. Easily manipulated. He has potential, for sure. You’d gotten the same look of approval from Rhaenyra that Floris undoubtedly got from Alicent when Jace had brought you home.
“Believe he said something about her taking the next flight out?” Daemon says, eyebrows cinching together as he tries to remember, “Weather wasn’t cooperating. Something like that. We didn’t engage in further conversation.”
You bite your tongue so you don’t ask where he is. Luke is the one to broach the subject.
“He coming out today?” he asks, referring to the yacht party planned later that afternoon.
“He’s resting now,” Otto informs Luke, “But everyone is expected to be there. On their best behavior.” He says the words pointedly, through gritted teeth.
You reach for your drink taking a long sip of the tart beverage. Rhaenyra cocks an eyebrow at Otto’s pointed tone, reaching for the water glass beside her plate and taking a sip.
“Can I have one?” Joffrey asks, eyeing your mimosa.
“In your dreams,” Luke scoffs, causing the younger boy to pout.
The majority of the morning is spent lying by the pool. You’d put on your swimsuit as soon as breakfast ended, heading back down to get some sun. No sign of Aemond. He must be holed up in his room doing gods knows what. You can’t help the feeling of anticipation that curls in your belly.
The yacht party is meant to happen that afternoon, and as time creeps closer you decide to take action. The intimate family gathering is not one you need to participate in any way, not like the upcoming party later in the week. There’s unfortunately no way out of that event.
“I don’t know,” you tell Jace, “You know I get seasick, baby.” You don’t.
“I don’t want you to get lonely,” he insists, “I’ll stay behind-”
“You go ahead,” you insist, “I’ll be alright. I have a couple of calls to make anyway and I can lounge by the pool.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive,” you tell him, placing a kiss on his cheek, “Seriously, have fun! Bond with everyone.”
Jace is reluctant but doesn’t argue. You wonder if he cares at all, deep down.
Helaena greets you when she arrives, clad in dark green slacks and a white tank top, a cigarette hanging from her red mouth. You’d only been introduced once before, though you remember her vaguely, a year ahead of you back in school. She’d changed her hair recently, it was cut in a retro shag style, bangs in front of her eyes.
“Jace brought a friend,” she comments, walking towards you, hands in her pockets.
You turn your head, still spread out in your chaise lounge one foot propped on the seat, an arm thrown under your head.
“Surprised I’m still around?” you ask, noting the unashamed way Helaena’s eyes drag across your body.
“Nah,” she says, pulling her cigarette from her lips, “More surprised you’re still putting up with him.”
“Hmm,” you hum in response, “You bring anyone?”
“Why, you interested?” she teases, with a grin, “I’m not getting anyone involved with this shit show. You’ve the right idea, staying behind.”
“I don’t like boats,” you tell her.
Helaena drops her cigarette, stamping it out under her foot.
“Mhmm,” she says, eyes unconvinced, “Enjoy your alone time.”
You don’t answer as she retreats back into the house. You hear the muffled voices as everyone begins to leave for the party. Aemond doesn’t come outside, and doesn’t ask why you’re staying behind. You try not to let that vex you, but can’t help it. Sighing, you close your eyes as the sounds of distant voices fade, along with the car engines in the driveway.
Suddenly, an idea strikes as the sun begins to dip below the horizon no longer offering the heat from earlier in the day. Getting up from your spot, you throw on your cover-up and tread into the house. It’s silent, beside the gentle sound of the central air system.
You need to find your necklace. The one Jace had given you. The one you’d so carelessly left behind during your last rendezvous with Aemond. Jace hadn’t stopped asking about it, and you just knew it gave Aemond some sick sense of power, holding that over you.
You hurry up the stairs, padding down the hallway until you reach Aemond’s room. You’d heard Alicent mention last night which room he and Floris would be staying in. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.
Aemond’s room is neat; just as you’d expected. His two suitcases were closed standing side by side at the foot of his bed. White pillows are fluffed to perfection; you doubt Aemond was the one to tend to it. His bedside table is bare save a lamp and a dog-eared book without a dust cover. The title remains a mystery. There’s a matching table on the opposite side with an empty silver dish and a small lap.
Moving further into his room you stop in front of a large floor-length mirror, trimmed with gold, and spare a moment to shamelessly admire yourself. The Hamptons look good on you. From the afternoon spent in the warm summer sun, your skin already has a luminescent sun-kissed glow. You tilt your head, parting your lips slightly.
Should’ve brought your phone with you; a selfie in this mirror would be worth a thousand words. You don’t suppose anyone will be back for hours. You can come back later for a little photo shoot. Your mouth quirks into a small smile at the thought of Aemond scrolling through Instagram and seeing you in his room.
You know exactly how you’ll do it. On your knees, a hand toying with the strings of your bikini bottoms, plush thighs on full display. Your sheer cover-up dangling off of one of your shoulders revealing a delicious amount of skin your bikini top barely covers. Lips curved into a perfect pout.
You just need to find that necklace.
That would be the icing on the cake.
Peering into the attached bathroom you note all his hair and skincare products lined up in a neat row across the marble sink. You raise a brow at his perfectionism.
Anal prick.
You rummage through the drawers under the sink, most of them practically empty. A hair straightener, a hairbrush, a thin-toothed comb.
No necklace.
You growl in frustration slamming the drawer shut. Sitting back on your haunches you place a hand against your forehead. Maybe he didn’t even bring it, I mean, why would he?
You remember the look on his face, the stolen glances. That stupid fucking smirk. Your cheeks flush, warmth creeping down your neck.
He brought it. It’s here somewhere.
You tap your fingers against your knee, hand bouncing nervously. You need to keep looking. Rising from your spot on the floor you make your way back into the room, glancing around. Flinging open the closet doors you paw through suit jackets and trousers letting your hands dip into the pockets of each one. C’mon, it has to be here somewhere---
“What are you doing?” a cool, calm voice asks, sending a shiver down your spine like you’d been dosed in ice water.
Slowly, you turn, meeting the blue and purple eyes of Aemond Targaryen as he leans casually against the doorframe.
He’s not supposed to be here.
Yet, here he is. Dressed in gray slacks, and a black button-down pressed to perfection with not a wrinkle in sight. Green tie around his neck as though he’d just come from a meeting. He’s holding a legal pad in his left hand, a pen pinched between his thumb and forefinger. His silver hair pushed back out of his face, rounded glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. You roll your shoulders back and keep your chin up.
“Where is it?”
“Where’s what?” he asks, entering the room. He tosses the legal pad carelessly on the side table before reaching into his back pocket and removing his phone as well. Your eyes narrow as he rolls his sleeves up.
“You know what,” you tell him, tapping your foot against the floor.
Aemond releases a hum, still not answering. He lifts his glasses off of the bridge of his nose, letting them rest on top of his head.
“Where is it?” you repeat, becoming more impatient with each passing second.
Aemond doesn’t meet your gaze, instead, he takes a step forward. The bed is the only thing that separates you. He looks up at you then, violet and blue eyes staring into yours intently.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tells you, nonchalantly, “If you’ve misplaced something how is that my problem?”
“It is your problem,” you say through your teeth. Aemond brings his hands in front of his chest, the veins on the back of them prominent. You watch as he slowly removes a ring on his left hand, taking time to twist the silver band from his middle finger.
Your mouth goes dry as he repeats the movement, twisting the metal that rests on his ring finger. That ring he wears nearly every day, stamped with the Targaryen family crest. He resumes his movements, focusing on the ring that remains on his right hand. A small silver band around his thumb. When it's free, he holds his hand out across the bed.
An offering.
You’re not sure what compels you to reach forward, holding your palm open-faced under his. He uncurls his fingers, rings falling into your awaiting palm. He hasn’t touched you and yet your whole body feels flushed.
You close your fingers around the cold rings, pulling your hand away. Aemond jerks his chin, motioning toward the nightstand beside you. You turn, placing the rings haphazardly in the small empty silver dish. They clang loudly against it and Aemond stares at you disapprovingly.
“Are you going to give it back, or not?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest once more.
“Why are you here?” he asks, ignoring your question and walking to the edge of the bed.
“I get seasick,” you lie to him as you did to Jace.
Aemond merely chuckles, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He reaches to the top of his head, removing his glasses, and placing them on his dresser. A lock of silver hair falls in front of his eyes as he turns back to you, mirroring your pose.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Believe what you want,” you snap, “What are you doing here?”
“I had work to finish,” he says with a shrug. Aemond’s hands drop to his belt, and he begins to undo it. “So I decided to stay behind.”
The hairs on your arms stand up and heat rushes to your face, and the top of your chest. You suddenly become very aware of how trapped you are on this side of the room. You’d have to climb over the bed if you wanted to leave.
You glance at the door as Aemond pulls his belt free of the loops of his slacks. A sharp whine echoes in the room as the leather rubs against the fabric.
Your attention turns back on Aemond, you watch as he tosses the belt onto the bed. You swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat.
Aemond takes a slow step, rounding the corner of the bed. You don’t say anything as he walks closer, nor when he brings a large hand to rest against your outer thigh. He’s barely applying any pressure, you can just feel the heat of his large palm against you. Your lips part slightly at the sensation.
“What are you doing here?” he asks again, letting his fingers trail up your thigh, “Hmm?” His fingers curl under the strap of your bathing suit bottom, snapping it against your hip. You flinch slightly at the light sting.
You inhale a deep breath, looking up at the chiseled features of his face.
“I want my necklace back.”
The perfect pout of his lips curl at the edges, a satisfied smirk appearing.
“Well then you’re going to have to work for it,” he tells you, his voice rough and commanding.
To your despair, heat rushes to your core at the authoritative tone of his voice and the feeling of his hand still on your upper thigh. You hate admitting it, but you’d been thinking about that afternoon in the hotel ever since it had happened. Getting off to the memory of it, nearly every night.
“We’re not doing this again,” you tell him as his opposite hand finds your waist. He swipes his thumbs against your hip bones, squeezing into the soft flesh. He’s so close, your crossed forearms graze against the fabric of his button-down. You shake your head, “I hate you.”
Aemond tilts his head back, not releasing his grip on you. Your arms uncross on their own accord, and you bring your hands to his tie. Your fingers work the knot, loosening it and removing it from his neck. You toss the green fabric onto the bed, moving to the buttons of his shirt.
“Say it again,” he murmurs, fingers digging into you hard enough to leave bruises. He pulls you closer, his nose bumping against your cheek.
“I hate you,” you breathe, working through all the buttons. Aemond chuckles darkly as you tear open his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest.
You drag your fingers down between his pectorals, tracing in between the muscles of his abdomen. They flex under your soft touch. Aemond releases your hips to shrug off his shirt, abandoning the material on the floor.
You watch it pool at his feet, before his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him, capturing your lips in a punishing kiss. It’s brutal; all clashing teeth and tongues as he keeps one hand securely on the back of your neck, the other tearing at the thin material of your coverup until it falls to the floor.
His free hand drags down your side before settling on your ass; it’s so large he encompasses the cheek nearly entirely, squeezing the soft flesh harshly and dragging a gasp from your throat. He backs you up toward the bed, kissing you all the while. You can’t think when he kisses you, all you can focus on is the feeling of him. It’s nothing but hot, burning need pulsating through your veins.
Aemond pushes you, none too gently, onto the bed before climbing on top of you. His hands roam down your body, your back arching at his touch.
He leans back on his haunches, reaching for the belt. You can see evidence of his arousal straining against his slacks, his eyes hungrily raking over your scantily clad form as you gaze up at him through your lashes.
“Wrist up.”
You breathe heavily, before doing what he asks, placing both your arms above your head. Aemond loops the belt around your wrists, binding them to the metal rod of his headboard. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and the ache between your thighs grows. Aemond’s eyes flicker to your face as he tugs the bindings. The smirk that appears on his face says one thing.
You’re not going anywhere.
“You need me to stop,” he says, as he moves away from you, “You need to be untied. You want this to be over; you say keligon.”
“What’s that mean?” you ask, your voice sounding breathier and more desperate than you’d have liked it to.
“It’s High Valyrian,” he tells you, “You say that, I’ll untie you. I’ll stop.” Aemond returns to you, grasping your chin in his hand, “What do you say if you want me to stop?”
You stare into his eyes, surprised by his seriousness. “Keligon.”
“Good girl,” he says, lightly tapping your cheek with his fingers as he releases his hold.
Aemond reaches for his discarded necktie. He smoothes the material in his hands before bringing it to your face. Your eyes widen as you realize his intentions, but you make no move to stop him. You allow it.
You want it.
The tie sits perfectly against your eyes, blocking any semblance of light. All your other senses feel heightened, your skin feels electric. You can’t see him, can only feel the bed shifting from his weight as he moves above you, making sure it’s tied snuggly around your head. Suddenly, you feel his slender fingers, dragging down the strap of your bikini top, taking his sweet time before he reaches the knot that sits in the valley between your breasts.
“Cute suit,” he murmurs, fingers fiddling with the knot, “You bring this one just for me?”
You can feel the material give, your breasts releasing back to their natural state as the knot comes completely undone. Aemond drags his fingers over the material lazily exposing your tits to him. He hums appreciatively as the cool air makes your nipples pebble.
“I have a boyfriend,” you tell him, earning a chuckle.
“You do?” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your sternum, over the sensitive skin of your stomach. You take your lower lip between your teeth, skin erupting in goosebumps. You already want to pull against the restraints, wriggle, and thrash away from his teasing hands.
“My poor nephew,” he muses, tugging at the straps of your bottoms, “He fuck you like I do?”
You haven’t slept with Jace. It’s not really part of your arrangement. Not that Aemond needs to know.
“You fuck Floris like you fuck me?” you challenge. Aemond’s hands pause their movements.
Just like earlier, a wave of jealousy rolls through you. Envy churns in your stomach, and you clench your jaw.
“Floris and I are colleagues,” Aemond says slowly. He sounds as though he’s choosing his words very carefully.
“You don’t have to baby me,” you lie, “I’m a big girl, I understand this world.”
Aemond is silent for a moment, and you wonder if he’ll push the subject more. He’s still for so long you nearly tap out, keligon on the tip of your tongue when suddenly he finishes removing your bathing suit bottoms. Completely naked before him, tied up like a summer holiday present, your body trembles with anticipation.
Stop being jealous, you tell yourself, feeling him move on top of you once more. It’s just sex. Fucking good sex. That’s all it has to be.
Aemond trails wet, hot kisses down your neck, his greedy hands digging into your thighs keeping you spread open so he can rest between them. He’s still wearing pants, you can feel the fabric against your thighs, and pressing against your bare pussy, the sensation driving you insane.
His mouth trails lower, settling on your right breast, his tongue circling your pebbled nipple. Your back arches off of the bed, hands pulling against your restraints. The leather tightens against your wrists, digging into them painfully.
Your lips part and a breathy moan escapes your lips as he sucks on your breast. Your legs wrap around his slender waist, desperately trying to get some friction to relieve the ache between your thighs. Your clit drags against the front of his slacks, grinding against his bulge sending sparks of pleasure dancing through your body. You’re nearly pulsating with need as he releases your tit with a wet pop, humming in satisfaction.
Aemond drags his lips through the valley of your breasts, before repeating his attentions. He moans-fucking moans---as he bites at your tender nipple, ripping a cry from deep in your chest.
“Look at you grinding against me,” he comments, as your hips buck upwards attempting to meet him, “That wet little pussy is making such a mess on me right now.”
Your face burns at his comment, but you can’t see what he means. You can only feel how desperately wet you are, the slickness coating your inner thighs. You thrash against your restraints and hear him click his tongue.
“Poor baby,” he says, with mock sympathy, sucking harshly against the side of your breast. He brings his free hand to play with your unattended nipple, tweaking it harshly.
You’re not sure if it’s the extra attention he’s giving your tits or the blindfold, but you can feel the tension in your gut growing tighter, heat building in your core. You bite your lip, whining desperately, back arching. Aemond lets out a breathless laugh, never stopping his ministrations with your nipple, capturing the other with his lips once more.
“Are you gonna cum?” he murmurs against your breast and you curse at the vibration it causes, “You better not….you hear me?” Aemond drags his lips over your breast, trailing them up your neck and just below your ear.
His hand leaves your opposite breast, finding its way under your head and tangling in your hair. He tugs the roots harshly, pinpricks of pain and pleasure trickling down your neck as you whimper. Aemond’s breath is hot against your ear as he speaks.
“You better not fucking cum, you hear me?” he growls, “Not until I tell you to. You can do that, can’t you?” His hand tightens in your hair.
“Yes,” you gasp, “Yes-fuck!”
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, rewarding you with a kiss, “Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
Your cheeks flush, heat rushing to your face at his words. You twist against your restraints as he kisses down your torso once more.
“I should’ve been more specific,” he muses, kissing right below your belly button, “You’re not cumming unless I’m feeling generous enough to let you.” He kisses the top of your hip bone, squeezing the other side.
“Is that clear?”
Nothing feels clear, your whole body is on fire. The embers of your previous denied orgasm burn brightly in your throbbing center. Aemond moves lower, pressing your thighs back against the bed. You can feel his breath fanning on your soaked center.
A sharp slap stings against your dripping pussy and you cry out.
“You’re not nonverbal yet, are you?” he asks with mock concern, “I’ve barely scratched the surface.”
“No,” you tell him, “I mean, yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss on top of your mound before dipping his tongue lower, spreading through your silky, wet folds.
Aemond moans at the taste, dipping lower and letting his tongue tease at the opening of your clenching pussy. His tongue just breaches the tight muscle of your entrance, nose brushing against your aching clit.
“Fuck,” you mewl as he presses his tongue further inside of you groaning as you clench around the warm, wet muscle.
He murmurs something, even though his face is buried in your pussy and you can’t even attempt to understand him. All you can do is tug against the restraints and moan pitifully as he has his way with you. Your legs tremble, thighs aching as he presses them back further into the mattress. He decides to release them, bringing his hands under your ass and lifting you slightly off the bed to press even further against your core.
Aemond removes his tongue to your displeasure, placing an open-mouthed, wet kiss on your pussy, dragging his lips and tongue to circle your clit with slow, calculated strokes.
“Seven--fuck!” you cry, legs shaking around him as he gently caresses your sensitive button, another chuckle leaving him at your desperation.
“Oh baby,” he says softly, pressing two long fingers inside of you, “You look so pathetic when you try not to cum.”
“Fu-uck,” you cry as he curls his fingers, beginning to fuck you with them. The wetness between your thighs, paired with the words he’s speaking to you make you flush with humiliation.
You’ve never been this wet before, not for anyone. You can hear it, hear him fucking you with his fingers. The gentle squishing sounds of your soaked pussy fill the room.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he comments, rubbing against your g-spot. Your spine arches, mouth dropping open, a wanton cry leaving your lips. “Oh, that’s such a good girl.”
“I think you can take one more, what do you think?” he asks, “C’mon, beg me. Use that big brain of yours, find the words.”
“Yes, yes please,” you beg, “Please give me another, I need another--” you’re cut off as Aemond slips a third digit into your pussy, fucking you with his fingers relentlessly.
“Please let me cum,” you beg, feeling him sit up as he continues to finger you.
“No,” he says sternly, placing a kiss on your stomach.
“Please, plea-”
“I said no.”
A frustrated, guttural moan leaves you and Aemond keeps going. You’re terrified for a moment, legs shaking uncontrollably, knowing you won’t be able to stop the wave of pleasure cresting inside of you. Luckily, by some saving grace, Aemond slows his movements, before carefully removing his soaked fingers from your fluttering cunt.
Disappointment courses through you at another ruined orgasm, followed by the relief of not going against Aemond’s wishes. You can feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, dampening the fabric of the makeshift blindfold.
You feel his soaked fingers press at your lips, parting them as they dip inside your hot mouth. You moan at the taste of your arousal, sucking the lengthy digits much like you did that first night inside the coat closet.
“Gods you’re so perfect like this,” Aemond croons, his opposite hand moving some sweat-coated hair from your damp forehead, “So eager to please.”
Defiance prickles under your skin and you fight the urge to bite down on his fingers; not hard, but enough. You feel Aemond stiffen as though he can read your thoughts, and feel his hand yank the blindfold from your eyes. You blink, adjusting to the light as he pulls his fingers from your mouth.
He reaches up, fiddling with the belt, releasing your wrists. Arms sore, you bring them to your chest, hugging them against your breasts. You can’t help but pout, and Aemond watches you carefully, eyes narrowing.
“Tell you what,” he muses, taking your wrists in his hands and massaging them gently, “I’m feeling rather generous today. Even though you broke into my room, and went snooping through my belongings.”
You watch him carefully, chest heaving. Aemond continues to massage your wrists, eyes glued to your breasts, watching them rise and fall with each breath you take. You swallow, eyes dropping to his erection that strains against his slacks. Your cheeks burn as you notice the wet patch on the front, no doubt caused by you grinding against him.
“I’ll give you the necklace,” he says, letting go of your wrists and curling his hands around the meat of your upper thighs, “Or I’ll let you cum. Your choice.”
You clench at his words, clit throbbing desperately between your legs. You want to cum so badly that it's nearly painful. You whine pitifully as he squeezes your thighs.
“I’ll let you think about it,” he assures you, that stupid smirk reappearing on his face, “On your hands and knees, get that pretty pussy in the air.”
Aemond releases you sliding off the bed and undoing his trousers. Shaking, you turn over, propping yourself on your hands and knees. You feel Aemond’s hands once more as he maneuvers you on the bed, fisting your hair and yanking your head up.
Your eyes meet your reflection in the grand mirror, Aemond naked behind you, his well-endowed cock fully hard and weeping. He brings his lips to your ear.
“I want you to watch,” he whispers, releasing his grip on your hair.
He moves instead to spread your ass cheek, opening you wide for him. You feel his cock press against you, the fat head sliding through your soaked folds, dragging it teasingly from your center to your clit.
“Aemond,” you whimper, “Please--”
Slowly he sinks into your wet heat; the girth of him stretching you out deliciously. Your whole body trembles, your head falling forward as he bottoms out; your walls pulsating around him. Aemond runs his hands over the swell of your ass, down your sides before taking both wrists in his large hands and pulling you backward. The force drags your head up, meeting his eyes in the mirror once more.
“I told….you….to….watch,” he says, punctuating each word with a hard slap of his hips against your ass; cock sliding easily in and out of your soaked pussy.
Small mewls leave your lips as he continues to hold you, never losing the rhythm of the brutal pace he’s set.
“Why’d you want that horrid thing back anyway?” Aemond asks, sounding displeased, “I gave you a necklace the last time we saw each other.”
Your eyes are wide, tears threatening to spill over from the pleasurable current roaring in your belly. Aemond smirks at your lack of response, releasing your arms. They fall limply to the bed, and you force your shaky forearms to keep yourself propped up.
“Don’t you remember?” he asks, fingers digging into your thighs, “You ungrateful little slut.”
You do remember, how could you possibly forget? You’d had to take another shower to remove his warm, sticky spend from your neck and chest.
“Perhaps you’d like a new one,” Aemond muses, leaning on top of you, and wrapping his hands around your neck.
Not one, but both of them rest comfortably around your throat, flexing along the sides. His cock continues to slide effortlessly in and out of your tight, wet heat; cockhead rubbing incessantly against your sensitive walls and bullying your sweet spot.
You try to say his name, try to find any words, but they come out a garbled, breathless moan.
“Do you like it?” Aemond asks, flexing his hands against your throat, “Don’t you look so pretty?”
His hands---gods his hands---look fucking perfect around your neck, as tears spill freely down your cheeks. His veins are prominent on the back of his hands, even more so when he flexes them, slightly cutting off your air supply. You’re too light-headed and cock drunk to answer him with anything other than a wanton, breathy moan.
“Thank me,” he murmurs, rutting against you. The coil in your gut winds tighter and tighter.
“Wha--” you manage, mind clouded by lust.
��Thank me for your gift,” he says, flexing his fingers for emphasis. He tightens his grip momentarily, before releasing some pressure, allowing you the opportunity to answer him.
Aemond lifts a brow expectantly, slowly rolling his hips against you.
“Thank you,” you gasp, “Thank you, Aemond.”
Aemond hums appreciatively, fucking you with renewed enthusiasm. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to stop the roaring of blood rushing in your ears, your orgasm speeding toward you at full force.
“You’re close aren’t you?” he grunts, “What’ll it be, baby?”
“Please, please I wanna cum,” you whine, “Please let me cum, fu-uck!”
Aemond pulls you up flush against his chest as soon as you say the words, fucking up into you. He keeps one hand on your throat, the other dipping between your legs to rub circles around your clit.
“That’s it, fucking cum all over my cock,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “That’s a good little slut, there you go.”
Your body tense, legs shuddering as you’re thrown into your release, the coil in your gut snapping as you clench around his thick cock. You’re crying from the intensity, a desperate sob escaping you at the prolonged release. As your high subsides, Aemond releases you, turning you on your back.
Your whole body tingles as he climbs on top of you, sliding back into your fluttering pussy in one smooth motion. You gasp as his cock rubs against your g-spot, as he lazily begins thrusting into you once more.
“Aem-mond,” you moan, as he slings one leg over his shoulder, spreading you wider.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he scolds, smirking as he slings your other leg over his shoulder, making himself a necklace of his own, “You wanted to cum so bad, you can do it again, can’t you?”
Your mouth is open in a silent scream, watery eyes looking up at him, drinking in the satisfied smirk he wears. Your whole body tenses, the beginning of another orgasm building in your abdomen.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he taunts, “C’mon don’t stop now. You’ve been such a good little slut for me, you deserve it.”
“Please, please-”
“Yes you do,” he croons, “There you go. I feel this little pussy tightening around me. Squeezing me so good.”
Your nails dig into his shoulders, a strangled cry leaving your lips as his thumb brushes against your swollen clit, sending you over the edge once more. Aemond doesn’t slow his hips, he keeps fucking you into the mattress as you’re pretzled over him.
“That’s a good girl,” he sing-songs, balls slapping against your ass as he increases the pace of his thrusts, “Don’t stop now, it feels so good doesn’t it?”
A sharp cry leaves your lips and you force yourself to nod, unable to formulate words in your blissed-out state. Euphoria pulses through your veins and floods your body with warmth. It’s like you’re burning with pleasure, your entire being aflame.
“I can’t,” you moan, though your body betrays you. You can feel the tightening sensation in your gut, the tingling feeling of another orgasm building.
“Yes you can,” Aemond insists, “C’mon you wanted it so bad, you greedy little thing. Take it, c’mon fucking take it.”
Your thighs shake around his neck, and Aemond’s jaw slacks as you clench around him.
“Yes, oh fu-uck, yes!,” you whimper, and Aemond’s cock twitches inside you as you’re thrown over the edge once more making your vision go white.
Aemond thrusts a few more times before you feel his cock pulsate, and warmth blooms deep in your abdomen. He lets out a grunt as he finishes, followed by an elongated moan that sends a shiver down your spine right down to your core. His head falls against your shoulder, peppering the damp flesh with soft kisses.
He stays like that for a moment, before moving off of you.
“Don’t move,” he says, walking toward the bathroom.
You couldn’t if you wanted to. You hear the water run and watch as Aemond returns with a damp washcloth. His cock sways as he walks toward you, glistening with your release. Gently, he cleans you up, taking care to avoid your abused clit.
After several moments, you find your bearings. Reality hits you, and you grab your swimsuit, throwing it back on hastily.
“This can’t happen again,” you insist, though your trembling legs betray you, “Not with everyone here-”
“You’re not really in a position to make demands,” Aemond says, matter-of-factly.
“Excuse me?”
“I like this arrangement,” he tells you, “Both you and I are in relationships that benefit the family. That’s fine, dutiful even.” Aemond brushes a lock of hair from your face, letting his hand rest on your cheek, “That doesn’t mean we need to deny ourselves.”
Your breath catches in your throat. You can barely think with his hands on you. You bring your hand up quickly, slapping him away. Aemond gives nothing away; no flash of hurt or rejection is evident on his chiseled face.
“I’m not denying anything,” you tell him, the lie bitter-tasting.
Aemond only stares those blue and violet eyes of his boring into yours. His gaze reignites the fire in your belly, the primal want aching deep in your bones.
Motherfucker.
You hate him.
You hate him.
Yet you want him all the same.
“I don’t believe you,” he says softly.
“Believe what you want,” you tell him, “Jace is good for me. He’s a good person.”
“Ah yes, Jacaerys Velaryon. Your conversations must be thrilling,” he says, stepping closer to you, “I know you. Whether you like it or not, whether you admit it or not. I know what makes your brain tick inside that pretty little head of yours. You may fool the press, hells you may fool the rest of the family; but you can’t fool me.”
You don’t answer him. Ignoring the tight feeling in your chest you simply grab your cover-up and throw it around your shoulders leaving his room.
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Loveleaf Town
Seonghwa x reader
Summary: You thought playing animal crossing with your boyfriend would be a cute experience, however you forgot that is Park SeongHwa who we're talking about, a maniac who will never let you hear the end of it after finding out about your little secret
Word count: 1,148
Genre: Pure fluff
author's note: Hi, for those who are not that familiar with animal crossing, a treasure island is a completely flat island that is filled with dropped items that you can take for free, you can only access this type of islands if you have a nintendo online subscription so some people consider this "cheating"
btw, if you play animal crossing let's be friends and visit each others island <3
Mi nintendo friend code is: SW-6709-7599-7760
and the dream address of my island is : DA-3239-5826-9743
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"why would you put a tree in there" he watched the screen while eating a bag of pop corn and putting his long legs on top of you
"park seonghwa i swear to god, if you keep questioning my design decisions i'll break up with you" at this point he just stared at you while furrowing his brows "you cannot take constructive criticism for sure" this time you pinched the skin of his leg between your fingers, only getting a high pitched yelp in response "i don't go to your ugly island to tell you what to do" "hey, what do you mean ugly?!"
and that's how your live has been lately after finally buying your own nintendo switch, yeah maybe he insisted a little, but after playing animal crossing on your boyfriend's console for a while you got exited to have your own island (and maybe making him cry on mario kart) but Park Seonghwa took this game way too seriously, his island had a perfectly symmetrical street, post lamps perfectly placed, he even had a mini mart and all the colors of the island combined perfectly, on the other hand your island was not as planned as his, some streets ended in weird ways, all the houses were decorated with different colors because for you it had to match with the villagers personality, there were flowers of different colors everywhere and blank spaces due to your lack of planning skills, but you were happy with your little island.
Now, on the other side "i'm just trying to help you, just look, that space is empty, you could make a little pound in there" "it's going to be an arcade" you couldn't see his face because if you did you will smack him for sure this time, but you could imagine due to the groan he let out "y/n, it's like a 4x4 space, how are you gonna fit an arcade in there?" "i'll figure out"
you managed to make him quiet for a few minutes after asking him to bring you a bowl of pop corn as well, he silently watched you re-decorate your room for a while, that's something he usually did, just watched you play as if it was the most fascinating thing on the world, you thought it was cute, after you purchased the game he insisted on connecting it to the tv so he could watch you play for the first time, and ever since that moment he would just seat with you on the couch to play, sometimes he would bring his own console to visit each other's islands or just to play together, you both agreed to just play animal crossing to be on good terms after you almost ripped each others heads playing overcooked the first time, if you thought that Gordon Ramsay was bad, you should meet chef Park Seonghwa.
"wait a minute" oh no, here it comes " that's a seasonal item, how do you have that?" you knew this moment would come sooner o later, maybe you should've tried to be a little bit more modest with your decorations "... are you cheating?" you dropped the controller on the couch while trying to reach his hand "i can explain" he just moved the bowl out of his way, moving his hand away from yours "no, save it, i can't even look at you right now" and after that he stood up, his head hanging low while heading to the bed room "seonghwa wait " you grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you, but he just avoided your gaze, you love this man but sometimes he took situations to a whole new level of drama "no, you're disgusting, i don't want to see you". this time he covered his face with his free hand fake crying "ok, that was too much" "was it?, im sorry love" immediately after that he gave you a soft kiss while grabbing your free hand "but you're still a cheater tho" you rolled your eyes after hearing that, letting your head hang backwards as a child would do while being scolded "hey don't roll your eyes at me" carefully he grabbed your chin to face him "it's just that i don't want to wait for the store items to change every day, i wanted to have cute things" "yes love, but that's part of the game, building your island little by little" this man and his stupid rules " that's boring tho" "don't ever say that again or I will break up with you"
After convincing him of how treasure islands were just a complement of your hard work (and agreeing to wash the dishes after dinner) he asked you on a "date" on his island, grabbing his own console he sat beside you again all giggly and happy "wait, you're not gonna wear that to our date right?" Park seonghwa you're lucky you're handsome and great in bed "what's wrong with my outfit?" you asked, looking at him directly and tilting your head to the side "it's just... y/n you're wearing socks with slippers and a pink safety glasses" yeah maybe it wasn't the most flattering but in your defense you were wearing comfortable clothes to be on your island "please go and change before coming to my island" "ahhh, ok, but i though you would love me no matter how i look" after he picked an outfit for you himself and making a few remarks of how cute your clothes was because it was all "stolen" from a treasure island, you returned to the airport to finally visit him.
He first gave you a tour (again) of his island, showing you the new outside cinema he builded after the last time you payed him a visit, he constantly had to ask you to follow him to show you around because you kept running away, once he got you to sit at the cafe he so well decorated he started to pretend to be a barista to make you a drink, this man was just a little girl playing with barbies a this point "i have a gift for you" you said while dropping an item to the floor " thanks love, i love this flowers, specially because i saw you taking it from my garden" even after that he changed to equip the flower and put it in his hair "ok, this is the real gift" your rolled your eyes, dropping the construction set, when you saw it you immediately thought of your boyfriend "it's not a Lego set, but it kinda looks like one" he seemed genuinely happy with his little gift "awww, thanks love, I feel like when thieves steal jewelry for their girlfriends" "Give it back" he just laughed, kissing the top or your head "actually, i want to build a Lego room so... how do treasure islands work?"
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Hi! thank you for all the love and support, currently i'm working on the next chapter of "Chasing shadows in water" but i've been having ideas here and there for short scenarios like this one in the meantime, believe it or not this man is not my main bias hahahahah
But anyways thank you for all the love you gave to "Mrs. Park?" and i'll continue to write to give you something to read and entertain yourself as i do while reading the work of other authors on this platform.
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August 21- 31 2023
This is just how I'd draw Silver, Tails, and Blaze (with a cameo of Amy and Cream)
I've been contemplating Silver's design for a good while, I wanted to draw him with freckles, but since he has fur instead of skin, that wouldn't make a lot of sense (I realize now that animals can have spots on them, so you can expect more freckled designs >:D). Then it hit me, he has Chaos Energy! Just have the freckles be a marking of his Chaos Abilities!
I made him the Guardian of the Time Stones, since it makes obvious sense. You have a time traveller, and a means of time travel, so why are the two not used together??
He's wearing pants because (head canon time >:)) back when Humans and Mobians first interacted, some Mobians mixed their culture in with Humans. That includes wearing entire outfits, living in houses, and having human sounding first and last names. Over the 200 years and since this is a post apocalypse wasteland, it's safer to wear clothes than to not. Though some Mobians still don't wear shirts because it is extremely uncomfortable for them because of extra fur and quills/ spikes.
(+Bonus image of Silver eating a burger because he probably never got to have good food in his 'bad future')
Tails! As Tails grows to a teen, he gets more brown patterns on his fur, the one drawn here is when he's 8. I love the idea of Tails having 2 different colored tails and having them create an effect when he flies with them.
I swapped his oversized gloves with fitting ones, but he has a section of it blue as a reminder of the blue wrist straps Sonic gave him to help make the oversized ones fit him. He also wears socks that matches Sonic fur color (because brothers)
His Miles Electric also goes through a lot of changes. The Miles Electric goes through upgrades depending on what console you can play the game on. In lore reason: it's because he's constantly upgrading the machine. So when he first starts making the Miles Electric (although it is very basic compared to what it is today, only being used as a Chaos Emerald Tracker), it looked like a Game Gear, and in Frontiers: it looks like a Nintendo Switch for example. :)
Blaze was always going to be fun to draw. I made her outfit more fit to be active in (since it's gotta be uncomfortable running in heels and a coat). I like the idea of when she's extremely focused or using strong emotions, her ponytail and tail tip will catch on fire. I replaced the fuzzy material at the end of her gloves with gold bracelets and more jewelry (I'm sorry).
I made the gem on her forehead also a pattern on her arms because I think it'd be a nice touch, and a way to add red-ish pink to more of her character instead of pretty much just on her face.
(+ Amy and Cream :D)
#tails the fox#miles tails prower#silver the hedgehog#blaze the cat#sonic fanart#This is just how I'd draw/ I redesign these characters#I still really gotta learn how to draw gemstones#Hot Honey Cameo on Amy's shirt!#And little Cream in a onesie!
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saw some posts on this website discussing what sort of videogames the dunmeshi characters would play and i think everyone is wrong. everyone is wrong except for me so im going to spell out exactly who plays what. putting it under a read more because im going on a damn tangent.
Laios: He's not a gamer he does not play games on purpose he will only ever play video games when his friends ask him to join them in their multiplayer things. One day tho Falin told him about Monster Hunter and now thats the only thing he plays aside from Spore and he has sunk countless hours into that damn game. Also he probably has played Some pokemon but he doesnt like PLAYING it he just likes it in concept he knows the name of all the pokemon
marcille: people keep saying she would be a cosy gamer playing animal crossing and stardew and other cute games ^-^ its so lalalaaaa NO!!!!!!! no she does not. Marcille plays games that stress her out on purpose marcille plays overwhelming micromanagey games like lobotomy corporation and rimworld and etc. She also likes games with deep lore and mysteries to discover. The only thing that doesn't fit in this category that she plays is Minecraft shes always in there CREATIVE MODE building virtual dungeons and other crazy shit. Also she plays on her work laptop with trackpad ok
Chilchuck: This one is for me. This one im just basing off my own dad ok. Chilchuck used to be a hardcore gamer in his youth but specifically he was playing stuff like world of warcraft and old school runescape he had really big setups so he could run several instances of the game at once on all his alt accounts so he could beat a boss by himself and he was really good at it. But then he had kids and didnt have time for this sort of thing so he stopped playing videogames aside from occasionally helping his daughters beat a super hard mario level. Later in life he probably discovered some shitty little low-commitment phone game like pokemon go or pikmin bloom or some daily sudoku puzzle thing and he plays it every day but its not that big a deal. He has been pressured by his friends and daughters to make a roblox account but he hasnt played it at all.
Senshi: THIS guy is the one that plays animal crossing. He logs in when he can but hes not on that every day grind. Also he doesnt play the newest one he doesnt play horizons he plays one of the DS ones. Wild world probably. He either doesn't like or doesn't know about the nintendo switch. Whenever one of his villagers say that they want to leave he'll nod solemnly and say smth like "Well... I suppose it'd be selfish to ask ye to stay, friend... Just promise me you'll stay safe and never forget me... Go and explore the world. Wish ye the best." Plus his island would be covered in weeds. He also has some mobile games he enjoys angry birds and candy crush and crosswords (gotta keep the brain in shape!) but other than that he doesn't videogame much because he prefers board games and tabletop stuff he isnt too jazzed about all this modern technology plus a console or a laptop and all that gaming equipment is a lot to lug around and hes a nomad he would NOT have that shit
Falin: Now FALIN is the cosy gamer. kind of. Falin plays animal crossing new horizons sometimes and has fun making a bad island on purpose. Very mildly "bad" tho the worst she'll do is use the drawing feature to hide a giant penis on the beach or whatever. Or she'll give her villagers silly outfits. She also plays minecraft (either skyblock or she makes a new world and explores and builds a couple houses and then forgets about it and makes another new world) and roblox (likes 'trolling' strangers by dressing up funny and acting kind of strange in roleplay servers but she's never actually mean or anything.) But the big thing she likes is story-driven indie rpgmaker games. She's the person who will say shit like "Yeah I played Blums Booglies the quest for Big Dinners and it was so good I cried for 9 hours" completely unironically.
kabru: social gamer like laios but the games he plays on purpose are the sims (he likes to cause them problems) and online multiplayer games (he likes to peoplewatch). I can also see him doing absurd and tortrous challenge runs of games like No items no pokecenter one type hardcore nuzlockes. im correct
izutsumi: ACTUALLY trolls people on roblox. And she plays needlessly gory flash games. Maybe she calls people dumbfucks over valorant voice chat sometimes
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Some of my favorite doodles from my headcanon/redesign concept sheets used as an excuse to list my headcanons about the main six (for an AU that I'm writing)! More under the cut!
Charlie Morningstar:
She's way more hot-headed than in canon, albeit still keeping her cheerful and gentle persona.
She loves food, and she's always hungry. I always loved the trope of protagonists (both male and female, like look at Goku himself, Usagi Tsukino or Minako Aino) and I think it could fit Charlie perfectly!
She loves planning (and this is already canon) and she has a lot of stationary gadgets. "Sure Alastor, you can borrow any pen! ... Not that one! :D" And takes good care of them.
Her birthday is February 29th. I thought that it wouldn't be strange if her birthday ended up being that day if she follows a demoniac calendar...
Vaggie:
It's canon that she likes everything to be clean and organized. I think she would help Niffty with the rooms and everything! They bond!
She and Angel Dust absolutely have BFFs vibes. Before Hazbin Hotel I remember they were meant to be a couple, but with the new canon they're still adorable as best friends and I love the dynamic more. They get into fights but it's never anything serious, they look like a big brother and a little sis, even though sometimes she definitely acts as a big sis to him. Angel sees Molly through her :(
As we know she doesn't really believe in herself, but she actually makes a very good leader!
In my fanfic, contrarily to the series, she was really fighting with burning hate towards the angels that cast her out. She holds a deep grudge and it's hard for her to come out of it. (I want Out for Love to be useful, it's my favorite song ç_ç)
Her name as a human was Agata Flores, she was born the 28th of June in 1993. If we still count 2014 as her death and if she was once a winner that then became sinner... my headcanon is that she died of a hate crime in March 25th 2014, aged 21.
Angel Dust:
He's not in drag 24/7. He really is feminine, but sometimes likes to try masculine outfits too. (which make Husk wonder "why am I staring??")
He's secretly a nerd. Or not so secretly. He owns video games, and especially likes RPGs and life sims.
He overanalyses everything. Well, almost everything but still. He actually likes reading, and this led him to analyse anything that comes into his eye. (Oh, I can't wait to write one of those scenes because I already had fun outlining it LMAOO)
He's probably Charlie's food buddy. Give them some food and they'll be happy (Valentino doesn't like this but get screwed Val, give him food too)
His name as a human was Anthony (canon) Cavallaro and had Neapolitan heritage. He's born in April 1st (and this is canon) 1912, he died of overdose (canon) in October 11th 1947, aged 35.
Alastor:
I loved his pilot persona more than the series', and most of the things are confirmed canon... but I do have some headcanons for him, too! (also yeah I don't think that will be my last radioapple drawing or doodle lol)
We know he either doesn't sleep or sleeps with his eyes open. Well, I imagine him that in the few rare occasions he actually sleeps, his radio works as a mental surveillance "camera". Also, he's a light sleeper and would definitely go "Do you fellows mind? I'm trying to sleep." like the old man he is.
I would like to explore Alastor's feelings for Charlie more, and how he sees her as a daughter. While we may not know if he was telling the truth, I think they both seeked each other as a fatherly and daughter figures in a way. Many in the fandom headcanon Alastor's father to have been shitty to him. If he truly sees Charlie as a daughter, it could be because he would like to be a better father than the one he had, and since he never had children, he grew affectionate to Charlie as such.
He knows how to handle alcohol well, but I like to think that when he's really drunk he doesn't even know what he's doing. Oh, you saw him playing with Angel's Nintendo Switch? He even brought it into his room to continue playing Animal Crossing by himself? He was totally wasted.
His name as a human was Alastor (which is apparently canon, but I wonder if it'll be retconned or not?) Boudreaux-Alexander. Boudreaux was his father's last name, Alexander was his mother's. He didn't like his mother taking her husband's last name and wanted to keep his mother's. He was born in March 7th 1901, and died in August 4th 1933, aged 32, after being shot by a hunter that confused him with a deer and was mauled by dogs afterwards. (Yikes, I'm so sorry)
Niffty:
She definitely has written lots of fanfics about her fellow hotel friends. Especially men. Yet, she loves Charlie and Vaggie too, so they're there as well.
We know both Niffty and Husk have deals with Alastor. She loves them both, I love to headcanon that when she feels lonely and can't sleep well or had nightmares, she either goes to Husk's or Alastor's room to sleep with them. They welcome her warmly ç_ç
Alastor and Husk most definitely know Niffty's story, which is why they care about her so much. She's childish for her age, but it could be tied to a past that only the two of them know very well.
Niffty knew Vox when they were alive. Now I know it could be a weird headcanon since Niffty is Japanese and Vox is American, but if Niffty's work brought her around the world it wouldn't be weird if they crossed paths. When Vox died Niffty was 19, she either saw him die in front of her eyes or something else happened.
As I mentioned in my concept sheets, she used to wear glasses when she was alive so she can't see really well without them after she died. Sometimes she borrows Alastor's monocle, and if we apply the headcanon that he's colorblind, without his monocle not only he can't see anything but can't even see colors LOL
Her name when she was alive was Sachiko Tanaka, born February 27th 1934. She died September 1st 1956, aged 22, there are popular headcanons about the way she died and yikes, if it's true she didn't have a good death either. Not at all.
Husk:
Maybe I'm overanalysing but what if the reason why he grew affectionate to Niffty was because he once had children? Or just one? Either he had a child and was with him but felt like he wasn't a good father or his ex-wife left him because of his gambling addiction and this made him feel guilty, not able to see his child ever again. (I feel bad just thinking about this but ç_ç)
Despite the fact he hates being on a leash and none other than Alastor's, he actually cares about him. If the two were friends when they were alive (including Mimzy), this could explain why he's still around Alastor even if reluctantly. (Sure he says he's forced, but in the pilot Alastor summoned him, so it's safe to assume either Alastor-Husk-Niffty were roommates before coming to the hotel and did their business without telling Alastor, or simply we need more explanations of Alastor's deals)
His name when he was alive was Ivan Goncharov, born January 29th 1900, and died in December 23rd 1967, aged 67. As I mentioned in my concept sheets, he was friends with Alastor and Mimzy when they were alive and he was the last one of them to die. He would often visit his friends' graves when he was still alive :(
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Jihyo x Mina - Much Needed (1/2)
I GUESS TUMBLR HAS 1000 BLOCK LIMIT THAT I CAN'T GET PASS SO THIS IS 1/2, 2/2 WILL BE IN ANOTHER POST.
IF ANYONE KNOWS HOT TO FIX, PLEASE MESSAGE, THANKS
This is a quick and short smut shot so l'm sorry if it's not as story driven.
A deleted FxF fic I had before and now brought back, still working on Jeongyeon's fic btw.
ENJOY!
Tags: FF, shower, oral, scissoring, fingering, 69
Words: 19,733
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Today was going to be a fun day for Twice, some more than others, but a fun day nevertheless.
Today Twice were shooting commercials for the new Nintendo Switch (yeah, yeah, I know it's been out for a while, but go with it).
They were each to split up into three different groups: The maknae line, a four-member group of Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Sana, and Momo, and a duo of Jihyo with Mina.
Each group had a different game to perform and setting to showcase how portable the switch can be and the games it had.
The maknae line had a set of a living room playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate, the four-member group were stationed in a car playing Animal Crossing, and the duo of Mina and Jihyo was exercising with the newly released Ring Fit Adventure with the new Ring Fit accessory.
And today, Mina and Jihyo were the first ones to start their commercial.
It wasn't really a commerical shooting like the other two, it was more of a record yourself passing a few levels and enjoying it.
There wasn't a crew involved for these two, but the other seven had a set for them and even had to travel a bit for their site.
For Jihyo and Mina, it was their studio at JYP and there were two Nintendo staff members that guided them on how to start the game and such.
After that, they left the two alone in the room for them to enjoy.
When finished, Jihyo and Mina would tell them and the workers would collect the cameras and film in them.
That's it.
Easy enough the girls thought.
And they were enjoying it.
It was quite a workout and the two were surprised that it generated quite a sweat for a game.
It was also fun too and the two thought about getting this for them back home with the other girls to enjoy as well.
"And, there you go." Jihyo smiled as Mina clapped at her side.
"Good job Jihyo." Jihyo turned and beamed at Mina. "You think that's good for the film," she pointed at the camera at the corner as Mina nodded.
"Oh yeah, that was twenty minutes of footage, more than enough, unless they plan on having us play for a while."
"Hehe, that I wouldn't mind, this is a nice workout...alright, it's you turn." Jihyo directed as Mina stood up and was handed the Ring as Jihyo went to sit behind Mina as Mina started her level.
"Good luck Mina.!"
"Yup." Mina said as she started to jog in place.
THREE MINUTES LATER
Mina was on a roll as she was doing the activities the game was offering.
She was enjoying it very much as she posed and did everything the figure in the game did as well.
Jihyo was enjoying Mina's happiness and smiles as well as she sat behind Mina, watching her.
(AN: Imagine this, but Jihyo is a bit further behind Mina)
However...
Jihyo wasn't paying attention to the game as much as her eyes wandered somewhere else.
It's too bad for Jihyo that Mina decided to wear some very nice tights today like herself and while Jihyo wore a skirt, Mina forgoes that and decided to wear a shirt that barely reached a bit over her waist and it really showed off Mina's well fit body...okay, Jihyo meant Mina's butt.
Out of all the girls, Mina was the top when it came to taking care of her body and Jihyo observed that it was worth it as she saw how defined Mina's ass was.
And it certainly didn't help that the game made Mina jump, jog, twist, and turn and it made Mina's butt pop out even more than Jihyo found that way more interesting than the game itself...and no, this wasn't the first time she did some sightseeing on Mina.
Yup, Jihyo, the leader of Twice, was into girls.
A lesbian.
She didn't know exactly when, but she can say around her middle school years that she found girls to be more attractive and easier to be around than guys.
And it was the day she asked another girl to the last year of middle school's dance event and got her day ruined when she responded...
'that's weird and you're weird'
...and walked away.
Poor Jihyo felt her heart split in two upon hearing those words and ran home with tears.
After seeing her depressed state coming home, her mom asked what's wrong and with no thought about how different it was to like girls more, Jihyo told her what happened and that's when her parents had a talk about her sexuality.
It was quite a discussion that Jihyo can recall each and every meaningful word.
They even supported her after hearing those words and Jihyo thought she was weird too, but her parents told her to never call herself that.
It was who she was.
And since that day, Jihy didn't let that go to her head and kept her head up high, but she did keep her sexuality hidden from her friends of course.
She didn't know how they would take it, even though her mom told her that it was okay to tell them, just be careful about how they reacted, so Jihyo didn't tell them.
And as time went on, neither her trainers nor new friends with Nayeon and Jeongyeon and it was easy to hide...ahem 'was'.
As the training went by, Jihyo tried to keep herself in check but being surrounded by cute and beautiful girls, it was difficult since Jihyo couldn't quite keep her eyes to herself.
But she did her best to focus on her training until a certain J-line member came through those practice doors.
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FLASHBACK - 2014
9 months before Sixteen started
"And...finish."
Both trainee Jihyo and trainee Yoo Jeongyeon posed for the mirror as the music died down until their breaths were the only sounds in the room as they dropped their arms to their sides and returned to regular stance.
They were actually training until they started to fool around with the last song to blow some steam off.
"That was great," Jeongyeon stated as she rose her hand and Jihyo did the same to give a high five to another.
"Even our actual practice, I think it's our best ones yet."
Jihyo shook her head.
"No, I messed up on the second song, I turned the wrong way during the second verse." Jeongyeon shook her head.
"Oh come on Jihyo, we've been dancing for an hour and you point out one misstep. No one is going to be complaining about that. You were perfect."
"Perfect is a hundred percent that was ninety-nine percent." Jeongyeon rolled her eyes.
"You got to stop being so critical about yourself Jihyo," Jeongyeon walked towards the corner of the room, "you're already the best here. Now sit down."
Jihyo took it and sat on the floor of the dance room. She felt the sweat pouring down her nose and her feet were a bit burned by the amount of time.
Perfecting a dance for what seemed like hours would do that.
"Here." She managed to look upwards to spot her fellow trainee Jeongyeon with two water bottles and two clothes out with both hands as Jihyo reached up sluggishly.
"Gamsa..." Jihyo accepted one of each and opened the cap of water as Jeongyeon sat down with her and mirrored with the water.
After taking a gulp of refreshing water, Jihyo lowered the bottle and took a breath in and out.
"Thank you for practicing with me Jeong, you didn't have to."
Jeongyeon shook her head while applying the cold cloth to her forehead.
"I wanted to, I have to train too you know. We're not all the best." She joked as Jihyo chuckled and Jeongyeon smiled. "Well, while we're resting, you heard the news around Jeongyeon said as Jihyo shook her head. "A new trainee is joining JYPE today."
Jihyo got curious.
"Really?"
Jeongyeon nodded.
"And she's from Japan as well. Like Sana and Momo. Jeongyeon explained as Jihyo nodded.
"This place is getting more and more new girls. Well, when or if she gets here, we'll greet her with warm welcomes." Jihyo said as Jeongyeon nodded.
However...
'Oh god, this place is getting more and more new girls. She's gonna be another pretty one like Sana and Momo...! can't even keep my eyes off them...'
Jihyo kept her smile, but she was gyrating herself in her mind that many cute and pretty girls were in this agency already, and since keeping her sexuality a secret...it was damn difficult.
"Yeah. Its rumors but I heard that she was an amazing ballet dancer. Been at it for ten years."
Jihyo nodded, taking in that information.
"Ten years huh, anything else?" She asked as Jeongyeon shook her head.
"Nothing besides that. Think we should give her a warning about Sana?" Jeongyeon grinned as Jihyo chuckled.
"Hehe, I'm sure she'll be fine. Sana will keep her hands to herself."
'Not that I'm complaining when she does it to me'
"You're talking about the impossible."
Jeongyeon furthered as they both gave a small laugh. "So, anything new with you?" She asked Jihyo.
"Nothing, the only new thing is my dad had-"
SQUEAK
Jihyo stopped as the door opened and a head popped out of the opening.
"And this is-oh, ohiyo Jihyo, Jeongyeon!" Sana's smile lit up the room as she gave a head bow towards both Jeongyeon and Jihyo waved at her.
"Ohiyo Sana," "Ohiyo," both girls replied.
"Uhm, I'm sorry, am I interrupting?" Sana asked while not entering the room yet as Jihyo shook her head.
"No, what's up?" She asked Sana as Sana looked behind her and then to Jihyo and Jeongyeon.
'I'm showing a new girl around."
Both Jihyo and Jeongyeon heard and turned themselves to Sana.
"The new girl's there?" Jeongyeon asked as Sana nodded. "Do you mind if we say hi?"
"Of course," Sana turned her head, "There's a couple of my friends here that I want to introduce, is that okay?" Sana spoke in Japanese as both Jihyo and Jeongyeon couldn't understand what she said. "Great."
Sana opened the door more and as she walks inside, Jihyo noticed the newcomer trailing behind her...and her breath hitched.
I'm using present Mina, feel free to use any photo
Jihyo's eyes fall on a startlingly beautiful woman, and she can't seem to tear her eyes away from her. Her chestnut-colored hair flowed down like a waterfall falling just past her shoulders and the perfect amount of makeup that emphasized her visuals.
She's dressed casually, in a pair of skinny blue jeans and a dark short sleeve top that hugs her slight curves in all of the right ways.
Her eyes are surveying the room and for a moment Jihyo got lost in their beauty.
Astonishingly dark eyes; kind but looking a little timid as she looks around.
"Jihyo? Jihyo?" Jihyo jerked, turning back to the sound of Jeongyeon's voice who was standing. All three, including this goddess that walked in, were staring down at her and Jihyo felt her face flush, and her heart starts to pound.
"H-Huh?" Jihyo muttered, clearing her suddenly dry throat. "O-oh ahem, s-sorry..."
Jihyo quickly rose to her feet.
Jeongyeon quirks an eyebrow and shakes her head.
"Jihyo, Jeongyeon, this is Myoui Mina." She turned to the new girl and Mina nodded back as her eyes went to Jihyo's and Jihyo was hypnotized as she saw Mina's faint smile.
'Myoui Mina...'Her name echoed in Jihyo's mind and she found it flowing ever so soothing and beautiful like her and her heart raced with heat that it felt like fire.
"Ohiyo Mina." Jeongyeon welcomed her, knowing just a tiny bit of Japanese with both Japanese girls of Sana and another: Hirai Momo.
"Ohiyo..." Mina's voice was soft and gentle and Jihyo's first impressions of the girl kept rising.
"Hehe~" Sana turned to Jihyo, "she's starting today here with us," she continued, 'I'm showing her around until Momo arrives so she can hang with us to feel more relax." Sana then turned to Mina, "Mina, these are two of my friends: Jeongyeon," Sana talked in Japanese as she pointed at Jeongyeon who bowed to her and Mina returned the action,
"and this is Jihyo." Sana pointed at Jihyo as Mina turned to her and Jihyo gulped as Mina sent shivers down her spine.
Jihyo raised her arm and weakly waved.
"O-ohiyo...
"Ohiyo..."
Both girls stared at one another as Sana and Jeongyeon alternated looks between the two.
"Anyway..." Sana voiced as Mina looked down and Jihyo turned to Sana, "Imma continue showing Mina around. She turned to Mina, "shall we go?" In Japanese to Mina as she looked at Sana and nodded. "Great!
Then I shall leave you two to your training."
Jeongyeon nodded as Jihyo side-eyed Mina as she was looking around the room, "come on Mina, baibai you two~"
Sana walked back towards the door as Mina took a look at Jeongyeon and bowed and turned to Jihyo and bowed as well, but Jihyo swore she took a second longer staring...at least that's what she thought as Mina turned and followed Sana out the room and Jihyo felt the gravity lessened in the room as she took a silent, yet deep breath.
"You alright? You looked kind of lost there." Jeongyeon asked as Jihyo turned to her and nodded quickly, maybe too quickly.
"'Yeah, maybe I'm a bit tired after all..."
"You tired? Never thought I heard those words from you." Jeongyeon grinned as Jihyo gave a faint smile at her remark, "well, at least we got to meet her. I think she'll fit in fine soon enough, she looks like a singer as well. Wonder how long she'll be here as a trainee?"
"Who knows." 'Hopefully for a long while.'
"Hmm, well with those three together, maybe a Japanese trio is being planned. Although we are in Korea...ah well, we'll see what happens.
So what now?"
"Uhm...c-can we just sit for a minute?" Jihyo needed to calm down and Jeongyeon stifled a chuckle.
"Hehe, sure we can."
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SHUT
"Well what you thought?" Sana asked as they turned from the door they left down the hall on the right.
"They seem nice." Mina said as Sana nodded.
"They really are. Everyone here is pretty great."
Sana noted as Mina nodded.
"So.. they're trainees like me?" Mina asked as
Sana took the moment to stop.
"Mph-hm, they both are very wonderful singers and dancers, but Jihyo is the best around."
"That girl?" Mina asked as Sana nodded.
"Jihyois the complete idol package: her singing is pure talent and amazing and she can pick up on choreography pretty quick, she has a very positive personality and is super friendly with everyone. It's sad really that she's been here for so long. Ten years now."
Mina's eyes widened and looked back as if Jihyo was there.
"Ten years?" She repeated, "..why isn't she an idol already?" Mina asked as Sana sighed and shrugged.
"Sometimes things don't go your way but Jihyo is patient enough to wait for her shot.
But that's why Jihyo is an inspiration to me I know it sounds weird and sudden that you just met, but trust me, she works harder than anyone here. No matter where she's either practicing her singing or dancing in that room." Sana pointed to her, "and I have not once heard her complain when we train together, only compliments and encouragement and assistance to me when I thought it was tough."
Mina saw the smile on her face enlarged.
"Even when we first met, I hardly understood the language, but Jihyo learned some phrases for me like good mornings and training and eating. I was very appreciative of her for that and wanted to be friends with her right then and there. She's really amazing to know and I know that you'll become good friends with her too...if that's what you want that is." Sana smiled as Mina looked back for the third time.
'Wow...'
Mina looked back at Sana and nodded.
"Great, then I'll ask if we can get lunch with her and Jeongyeon with another friend. Be right back~"
Sana walked back to the door as Mina took a breath.
'Jihyo. She does sound amazing. She was really pretty too.' Mina gave a small smile and a tint of red from embarrassment.
She shook her head just a bit to relax. 'Dang, day one and I'm already thinking of '
"Alright~ " Mina swiftly turned to Sana walking towards her, "it's settled, we're having a group lunch with them. Hopefully, more of our friends arrive as well."
Mina nodded slowly and dropped her current thoughts.
She didn't expect her first day to be going so well, she was terrified at first, but being with a fellow Japanese friend in Sana and having more friends soon who all seem to be nice made Mina feel at ease greatly.
Course there was the training to be done with but Mina was willing to put everything she had into this.
"Arigato Sana for helping me today. I appreciate it." Mina bowed slightly as Sana hummed
"Hmm~ Of course Mina, every person here goes through their days scared." Mina got into a regular stance, "I was a wreck on my first day, but as I said, meeting Jihyo and her friends made it all easy and we'll help you with anything no matter what."
Mina smiled as Sana walked forward as Mina followed her.
"I meant what I said about Jihyo, you can learn a lot from her. I do hope she gets her chance soon. Nine years isn't easy to wait out, but Jihyo is strong. She'd be one of the best idols out there easily right now. As a solo or in a group too. If she does join a group, she'd be one amazing leader too. I'd choose her to be one if we were together."
Mina found Sana's admiration for Jihyo to be impressive.
'I should get to know Jihyo a bit more.'
Mina smiled at the thought.
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ONE WEEK LATER
Jihyo breathed in and out.
Today was the first training session of Mina since she arrived and she and Momo were to start with her.
What was shocking was that Mina actually asked Jihyo personally if she could be there with Momo...well, Sana did.
Sana had training but Nayeon and Jeongyeon and in the afternoon so she wasn't able to attend, but Momo volunteered to go with her.
Jihyo accepted quickly, maybe too quickly, but the smile on Mina's face evavorated any doubts and Jihyo was excited but nervous.
Sana explained afterward that Mina asked her to ask Jihyo.
Of course, she was the first to arrive, early than usual...like always, but today, Jihyo was excited yet nervous.
This was the first time she and Mina were going to practice together after a week since she arrived.
They've been chatting mostly for lunches, but Mina hasn't actually done anything but getting a foothold of the place and spending most of the time being around Mom and Sana due to the language and them being the same nationality, but Jihyo understood completely and was happy that she was fitting in just fine.
She was suprised that she spoke Korean much better than Sana and Momo when they first came, but she wasn't as fluent which is understandable, but she was more impressive than Jihyo thought she would be so it was normal to communicate with her.
But Jihyo smiled and took every moment to find out more about Mina, even though she felt anxious around her still.
Jihyo felt strange.
The same kind of strange that she had for a few girls over the years.
But this was different.
It was a whole new kind of strange.
Why?
She barely knew the girl at all, yet she was so cativated by her looks, the simpliest motions, the way she speaks, her smile, ugh, her smile, that god Jihyo going for miles.
It was an entirely new feeling that Jihyo couldn't get over like she did with her prior crushes, Sana being the most recent one, but she got over it as she found Sana to be more of a sister than a girlfriend.
But Mina, man Mina was on her mind 23/7 ...what? Even Jihyo had to think about other things too.
SQUEAK
The door opened as Jihyo smiled.....but started to freak out the moment her eyes laid on Mina entering.
She was wearing white shoes, grey sweats with a black graphic tee and Jihyo couldn't help but be stunned.
Just a simple workout outfit and Jihyo found her beauty tenfold.
"Uh, ohiyo Jihyo." Mina waved as Jihyo had to get her thoughts back and waved back as normal.
"O-ohiyo Mina." Mina approached Jihyo as she gulped and stood ready. "You ready?"
Mina nodded.
"Where's Momo?" She asked as Jihyo shook her head.
"She's always late, don't worry." Jihyo answered as Mina nodded. "Nervous?"
Mina nodded once more as Jihyo knew how she was feeling as well.
"I've been there too. Don't worry about anything, you'll be fine. here you can make every mistake and I'lI be there to help you." Jihyo wanted Mina to get as comfortable as Mina gathered a new surge through her upon hearing Jihyo.
"Hai...arigato." Mina smiled and Jihyo relished that, but she turned away without staring too long.
"Ah, so should we wait for Momo or."
"Jihyo?" Jihyo looked back at her. "Can...can we talk about something?"
That was unexpected.
"Uh, sure, you okay?" She asked as Mina nodded.
"Hai, it's just, well, I wanted to thank you for being here." Mina held her right forearm with her left hand in an embarrassed manner that Jihyo found undeniably cute
"Oh, heh, it's no problem at all Mina. We're all here to help each other." Mina nodded and Jihyo had a question for her, "but may I ask why did ask me to be here as well?"
Mina looked down at Jihyo's shoes.
"Well... Sana and Momo explained that you're the best. So I thought...if I should learn, it'd be better with you...gomen...I know I'm a rookie, but I just wanted to thank you for your time to train me." Mina did a small bow as Jihyo was speechless and after a few seconds, she smiled awkwardly at the thought that Mina wanted to learn from her and even let out a chuckle.
"Hehe...uh, well, god l'm flattered Mina, but please don't say I'm the best." Mina got back into regular stance, "I appreciate Sana and Mom's words, but I don't want anyone to think that I'm the best, I still have lots to learn. And don't think that just because you're a rookie doesn't mean I'll say no to you wanting help. We're all here as trainees and we should all each other no matter what. Even out of JYPE." Jihyo stated and she didn't feel any worry about saying it because it was true.
She would be there for any of the trainees as they were all going for one goal: debuting.
And there was no competition with any of them, so Jihyo saw no point in not helping out the others.
Mina heard this and instantly her body felt elevated and a new view of Jihyo was seen through her as she admired her words.
'Sana was right, she really is a leader...kind hearted too.'
With that Mina...
"Then...do you mind if, uh, we train more together after?" Mina asked and Jihyo's heart raced at Mina asking her to train more. To hear that Mina wanted to train with her more had Jihyo jumping on the inside.
"Mina, I would be happy to train with you."
Mina smiled instantly.
"Really?" Jihyo nodded.
"Of course Mina, anytime you want."
Jihyo saw Mina's eyes lit up and her smile instantly appeared.
'Oh god, how can someone be so damn beautiful and undeniably cute at the same time...thank you Sana and Momo.'
"Hai, arigato Jihyo."
"No problem Mina...so should we wait for Momo, or start?" Jihyo asked.
"Start."
Jihyo nodded as she headed to the music station as Mina watched her back, smiling at how amazing and friendly everyone was here...a certain someone more than others.
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TIMESKIP
ONE YEAR LATER
Oct 19, 2015
It was a grand momentous day for the nine women who have formed some months ago.
TWICE's debut song was released on YouTube and it was racking in numbers.
They watched it multiple times and it still got them as their feelings skyrocketed from their first song.
Every girl cried with happiness.
All their hard work, sweat, and patience finally paid off, and while every girl was happy with themselves as they were now full-fledged idols.
So much so that a celebration was spent in their dorm with their song being repeated all night with dancing, food, and drinks (alcohol-free) and goofing off until one by one, each girl dropped as sleep and fatigue took them as they headed to their rooms...except for one.
It was past midnight and the leader of Twice, Jihyo was basking in the barely lit room, watching the MV still on the TV.
An idol...Jihyo finally achieved her dream.
Ten years.
A decade it took her, but she got it.
She was now an idol, now part of a group and even the leader as well.
She pass through Sixteen and now she was here.
But she wasn't done, not by a longshot.
Her new members are looking up to her and Jihyo promised to be not just the best damn idol, but the best damn group and also the best damn leader in the world-
"Still up?" Jihyo flinched as she leaned forward and stared to her right and her heart swelled over Mina standing there in pajama pants and a pink no sleeve top. "Gomen, I didn't mean to scare you." She walked to her as Jihyo leaned back on the couch.
"Oh, it's fine. No, I can't sleep. Still too excited."
Mina settled down on the couch as Jihyo told herself to relax. Mina looked at the screen of Dahyun and Chaeyoung's rap portion but looked to Jihyo.
"So am I. I still can't believe it, I mean we've filmed for weeks for it, but to see it right there on Youtube for everyone to watch. Our first song." Mina smiled as Jihyo's heart raced. "I never thought I would debut so soon either.
Or the fact that people wanted me to be on Twice." Mina stared at her lap. "I know it's been months since we've formed, but it still feels incredible that I have fans you know." Mina turned to Jihyo as Jihyo shook her head.
"I don't think it's surprising, people loved watching you, Mina. Every performance you were in was always great and, well, you're pretty amazing to watch and listen to as well."
Jihyo blushed but the faint light made it impossible to see as Mina showed her angelic smile, but if you look closely, she was in the same state as Jihyo.
"A-arigato Jihyo. You're pretty incredible to watch and listen to as well." Jihyo felt warm in her stomach. "But I can't take all that credit...Jihyo, I want to thank you. It's because of vou l'm here."
"Mina-"
"Please, I've been meaning to thank you for a while, but now it's best now that we're alone.
When I first arrived, I've only listened to songs and karaoke and that's it, so when I first arrived through those main doors, I started to think, what if I didn't have what it takes to be anything in this line of entertainment." Jihyo was about to intervene, "I was so stressed and nervous, yet, I didn't want to turn and leave thinking what could have been. I came here to try my best and whatever happens, happens."
Jihyo thought those thoughts too.
"But then I met the most wonderful friends that I could have to ask for in you eight along my journey here, from trainee to Sixteen and now our filming and MV release, it's been amazing to experience with you eight."
Jihyo smiled warmly, but Mina looked down at her lap as she brought a hand up to her hair and pushed it behind her ear.
"But...it's because of you that I kept on going Jihyo."
Mina nodded and looked right at Jihyo and it caused her to have small heart attacks.
"After I first met you in the studio, Sana told me about you, about how you were here for almost ten years. I couldn't believe that you went that long, but Sana explained that you never gave up, you kept on going no matter how long it took for you to debut and kept training and working hard on everything you possibly could do."
Jihyo nodded just slightly.
"And I'll admit, after Sana told me about you, I didn't think she was telling the truth, but you told me yourself that lunch, and I was amazed, yet scared. Scared about how long it would have taken me to train, scared that you and Jeongyeon and Nayeon and Sana had so much experience, surely you girls wouldn't want to waste time with me, a first-day trainee, but I was wrong."
Mina reached out and placed her hand over Jihyo's as Jihyo's heart was on fire.
"But after our first training session together, you all have been there for me, but you Jihyo, you've been there day one and held nothing back to aid me in anything and everything whether it was in the agency or out of it. Not only that, you gave me the courage and strength to keep on going each day. And we trained each and every day, I felt that I wasn't going anywhere or wouldn't be able to do this, but you were there to make me feel otherwise. Sure there was the others, but it wasn't as close as you and I were Jihyo."
"..."
"And eventually when we were picked to be part of Sixteen, I was stressed that we would fend for each other, but no...you kept helping me whenever you could and not just in our group performances, but even in our rooms, you were there to talk and comfort me when everything felt so down."
Mina took a deep breath.
"There were days where I wanted to give up...but you wouldn't let me, not by forcing me to stay, but by being you and being my friend. And because of you Jihyo, I'm here. I'm here as an idol, here in a group with our first single, with amazing friends, and with an incredible leader whom I'm glad to be with."
Jihyo felt her emotions going high.
"And it's all because of you Jihyo. I am who I am now because of you...arigato Jihyo."
"Thank you for everything you've done for me in the past nine months. I promise that I'll be the best I can be and more to return what you've done for the rest of our time."
Mina ended with a small gratifying smile to her leader and it made Jihyo feel every happy emotion in her system.
So much so that Jihyo couldn't take it and brought Mina into a hug as Mina hugged her back.
"Mina...thank you. I promise to be the best leader I can be too and to be there for you for anything you need still okay? No matter what...I'm glad you're with me, Mina." Jihyo whispered as Mina hummed.
"And I promise the same to you. And I'm glad you're here with me too."
Okay, that feeling that Jihyo had before... yeah, it evolved.
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TIMESKIP (STILL IN FLASHBACK)
One year later
Since that night, Jihyo and Mina became close, very close.
Not as close as Jihyo would have wanted, but she'll take it regardless.
Whenever it was something to do outside or inside, both would seek the other out to be paired up.
Both would hang in their rooms, doing anything the other wanted.
And Jihyo was with Mina every step of the way of their songs, concerts, photoshoots, and Mina was very appreciative of her.
No complaints.
No worries.
No stress.
That is until today...
'You can do it Jihyo, two words...two words...'
Jihyo sat there alone in her room, a million thoughts going through her mind at once; she honestly don't know what to think anymore.
She's tired of living a lie, but yet, the lie has made her life what it is today, but yet, wouldn't she be happier?
Wouldn't she be happy that she could finally be comfortable with herself and can finally stop worrying?
...Well, it's never that perfect, nothing ever goes down well with subjects like this.
'Everyone will be mad at me because l've been lying to them this entire time."
The nine of them have been through so much together and Jihyo didn't want to tarnish anything moving forward.
What would they think of her after telling them that she liked girls?
She sighed softly, what was she really afraid of?
Maybe it's just the different lifestyle, it's not easy being gay, society spits on you, they take away your rights, probably become an ex-idol for fans that are that much uncomfortable.
It's just not the life for her, but it's not like Jihyo had a choice.
She didn't choose to play for the other team, she was born with these damn feelings towards other women, and sometimes she hated it!
She hated that she can't be herself.
She hated lying to her friends.
And Jihyo was only human.
She's ever-changing and slowly, she's growing.
She could build an image and try to maintain it for as long as she could but she wouldn't be able to keep it up forever.
And every moment she spent with Mina, she realized that the facade would end sooner.
Mina was different, and Jihyo meant that in every sense of the word.
She was unlike any person she's met before.
She was unlike any girl she's met before.
She was always moving.
She's never met anyone quite as quiet as Mina who walks instead of runs and a choice of few words instead of talks, but Jihyo found that pleasant.
Her first impression of Mina was still the base of her impression now: beautiful, talented, dedicated, diligent but Mina was determined to prove that she could do better.
What Jihyo lacked intact, she made up for in perseverance.
Oh, how she had loads of it.
When Jihyo was not being swept up by her training, Mina was hauling her along sometimes literally, but it impressed Jihyo for Mina to train this hard as her.
No one else made her smile quite as much as Mina did.
And no one else put in as much effort too.
Only Mina.
And Mina did that only for Jihyo.
She was unique that way.
Mina was different.
Falling for Mina was different.
It was not only different but also inevitable.
She hated that she has these kept feelings for Mina hidden for SO LONG and she can't do anything about it.
It's horrible and Jihyo felt horrible.
But she can't come out.
She just can't do it,
Jihyo was terrified.
She didn't want to be hated by everyone, especially her sisters because she's been lying to them, besides her parents, she's never told anyone she's gay, never.
There have been so many times Jihyo thought and even tried coming out, but she failed every time.
The three reasons above were what made her want to confess but then she gets scared and yeah, it doesn't turn out well.
But Jihyo couldn't take it, she wanted to tell her sisters, she wanted to tell Mina that she was into girls; into her.
Even if Mina didn't swing that way, Jihyo couldn't hide these feelings any longer.
And today, today was the day...or so she thought.
She tried to muster to tell at least Naveon or Jeongyeon first, but fear got to her and it was too much to bear.
Today she wasn't all there and so quiet that even her members asked what was wrong and all she could do is lie and say 'everything is fine, just tired'
Just tired.
What a sad lie.
In fact, she just left dinner after not being able to eat even a spoonful of rice.
She excused herself and came into her room.
Jihyo groaned at how sad that must of looked and closed her eyes.
"All because I can't tell them who I am...all because I can't tell Mina how I feel...how pathetic..."
.
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KNOCK KNOCK
Jihyo heard a soft knock at her door, "yeah?" she said mildly as the door slightly opens the love of her life slowly slips in.
"Hey Jihyo," she says softly, walking over to Jihyo's bed and sits down next to her, "you okay? You left dinner early and you've been in here all day, we're worried about you."
Whenever Mina knows there's something wrong, she won't stop until she finds out what it is and has done all she can do to help as Jihyo has done for her, one of the infinite reasons why Jihyo loves her.
"I'm fine Mina; I just have a lot on my mind that's all," Jihyo says softly.
"Well, what's on your mind?" Mina asks, "Is there anything I can help you with, you know I'm always here to listen." Jihyo smiles a little, Mina always wants to help everyone and she absolutely hates it when she can't; she also hates it when anyone won't let her help them.
Even just meeting a few weeks after she got into JYPE Mina has been around Jihyo with Sana or Momo to help translate as they hanged or trained, honestly more training as guided her.
And through Sixteen, whenever they were together or in the Minor or Major rooms, Mina helped Jihyo through it, she didn't stop until she made me smile, and not once did that smile not made Jihyo's heart beat, and never failed to put a smile on her face.
And a reason why Jihyo kept her secret, she didn't know what Mina will think.
"Jihyo?" Mina says slightly worried, her voice pulls Jihyo out of her thought.
"...nothing you need to worry about," Jihyo says, "just some things about family, nothing bad, that's all."
She lied.
She lied again.
"Hmm, so what's the real problem?" Mina asks not buying her answer.
Jihyo gulps, she planned on doing this, she could just tell her now, tell her everything,
She could come clean, and it would be off her chest.
All she has to do is tell her, just two words.
Jihyo turns to her and she looks into her eyes,
Even with an apprehensive feel, they're so beautiful, so dark, so full of care and so filled with love.
"...Mina...I-" Jihyo can't even start her sentence, her voice fails her, her heart's beating faster in her chest.
She waits patiently, her eyes growing full of concern.
Jihyo can't do it.
She can't tell her, but she has to, she has to do it!
She couldn't keep living this lie!
She didn't want to keep living this lie!
She couldn't handle it anymore!
Mina grew more worried as Jihyo's breathing increase.
"Jihyo, what's wrong?" she asks leaning forward and placed a hand on Jihyo's right arm and her body shuddered.
With a breath, Jihyo let her eyes give away everything she was feeling and she started to tear up, causing Mina to part her lips.
"I-I'm scared..."
Mina has only ever seen Jihyo cry three times: winning Twice, after their first concert, and their first award.
But to hear her idol being scared to tears pained and haunted her.
"H-hey, it's okay Jihyo, I'm here, I'm here for you."
Jihyo sniffed and gulped and took a couple of failed attempts of breathings.
"There you go, easy okay, I want to help you Jihyo, tell me what's wrong?"
"I-It would ruin everything if I did..." Jihyo spoke.
Now Mina was scared herself.
"You have no idea how much it could ruin things. I've been lying about it for too long now to just come out and tell the truth! It would ruin my friendships with you eight, especially you Mina!" Jihyo look down at her hands scratching into her thighs as Mina was trying to lower the tension as best as she could.
"Jihyo, no matter what, nothing will ruin anything with us nine. We're family." She notes softly. "No matter what it is, it won't change anything. I will still be at your side and you will still be one of my best friends, I care about you more than anything. I'll always be here, no matter what, I promise."
She whispered.
It was a line that was used a lot by people who often didn't really mean it.
But Jihyo knew that Mina meant it.
She truly felt safe with her.
But how was she supposed to even bring such a subiect up? It seemed impossible to her.
There's only one way the conversation could go unless she felt the same as her.
She honestly doubted she would.
She summoned up as much courage as she could, taking a breath and steeling herself.
"...I like girls. And I mean it sexually..."
Mina's lips parted as Jihyo didn't dare look at her.
There were a few moments of silence as Mina processed Jihyo's statement.
Jihyo figured as much, her taking in this information. At least she didn't get yelled at, but then again, Mina never raises her voice.
Jihyo let out a shaky sigh as a few more tears fell down her face.
"...r-really?" Jihyo nodded. "Y-you?"
Jihyo merely nodded.
"I-I can't believe it..."
"I'm so sorry for keeping it from you girls, I understand if you're upset."
Jihyo's eyes lowered, not ready to take the heat from Mina.
"Jihyo..."
The leader of Twice closed her eyes, shame enveloped her being, but she had to be ready to hear all the negative comments and insults from her love.
It'll break her heart, but Jihyo wanted to-
PLACE
Jihyo stopped thinking as she felt her right hand being covered on her thigh.
"Y-you have no idea how happy I am."
Jihyo slowly turned upon hearing those words.
Did...did she hear that right?
"W-what...?"
Jihyo expression changed to a wild one as Mina...
"Heh, I'm also into girls."
"..."
Jihyo gulped, taking that information down her system like her saliva.
"...Y-you're joking..."
Mina shook her head.
"I'm not joking, I'm gay as well. Since middle school." Mina pressed a hand to her chest.
Now this time it was Jihyo's turn to turn forward at the shower of thoughts.
Not only did she came out, but to hear that Mina, her crush, was also into girls!
Then...then it could be possible!
Maybe!
Just maybe!
"I-I can't believe that I'm not the only one, and it's you as well." Jihyo turned to Mina smiling ever so beautifully at her as Jihyo's heart was doing somersaults.
"I-I can't either," Jihyo muttered. "Mina don't joke with me."
"Jihyo, I promise you, l'm not. A-are you joking-"
"No...oh wow..."
Both gave an awkward smile to another.
'Should I tell her? I have to tell her right?! I mean...I have to!'
Mina turned forward and closed her eyes, releasing a sigh of relief as Jihyo pondered.
"Wow, I guess you know it feels so good to get that off our chest huh? I was so nervous to let you and the others know about my orientation since being a trainee."
She wanted Mina to tell Mina her feelings so bad.
She didn't want to live in a "what if" question anymore.
If Mina accepted, fantastic.
If she didn't, oh well.
"I have to! I got this far and to hear her say she's like me has to be a sign!'
Jihyo wasn't going to hold back this time.
"This is crazy, so crazy but so relieving and-"
"Mina." Mina turned to her and again, she saw Jihyo look so nervous once more, "..there's more."
Mina was visibly confused.
'What more can there be...unless...Jihyo likes someone...someone else...'
"There's more, the reason why I wanted to come out...not because I wanted to finally let you all know but I-I wanted to let you know the most because I was tired of hiding who I am, but more importantly, I was tired of hiding my feelings...for you."
Being shock was an understatement for Mina as she leaned back from Jihyo.
"I care so much about you Mina. So, so much that I-I have massive feelings for you..." Jihyo already said it so there was no hesitation to repeat it. "and I can't hide it anymore Mina," Jihyo got out. "You are so amazing and words can't describe how much you mean to me. Everything from our trainee days to our debut to now...you mean the world to me Mina...you're everything I could want in a girl: caring, talented, beautiful..."
"..."
"...and that's why I was afraid because I didn't want to ruin what we have.... understand if you don't share the feelings, but I couldn't hold it in any longer...I-I just wanted to tell you how I feel about you.
This was it.
Jihyo could feel herself trying to step over the edge, her entire soul prying on this moment.
The time came to a standstill as Jihyo drew what seemed like a never-ending breath.
She watched Mina's eyes widen...out of shock?
Out of disgust?
Out of excitement?
It was impossible to tell until Jihyo felt her cheeks being grabbed and forced to turn to Mina.
But it was a flash as her eyes widened, her body stiffen as Mina lunged forward and smashed her lips onto hers.
Mina was kissing Jihyo.
The J-line member kept pressing forward for a few seconds before releasing her lips from Jihyo's, her hands on her cheeks still as Jihyo was only able to stare at her smile.
"I-I feel the same to you Jihyo."
Jihyo felt a dam breaking in her heart.
Raging rivers of warmth, joy, excitement, arousal, and multiple other euphoric emotions flooded every inch of her body.
She felt her mouth turn upward into what she could only imagine was the dopiest, love-sick grin as Mina cracked a similar, but much more beautiful, smile.
"You mean a lot to me too Jihyo...you mean so much to me as well hehe...." she murmured over her shoulder added with a light chuckle.
Jihyo was so, so happy.
Mina reciprocated her feelings just as strongly as Jihyo felt them, and she could tell Mina was relieved too by the way her arms shook slightly around her.
Jihyo finally snapped herself out of her trance and returned the embrace, gently at first before daring to squeeze her tighter. It felt good, probably the best feeling Jihyo had ever experienced so far, even more than being on Twice...okay maybe just as much.
But that tight embrace was soon topped by an even better sensation when Mina pressed her lips against hers.
Jihyo closed her eyes, holding onto her partner's shoulders as she returned the kiss, thankful that her brain had registered it properly and she hadn't jerked away in surprise.
She loved Mina so much, and she wanted to convey it through the contact.
The kiss was sweet and yet so telling, quenching a thirst they had both lived too many months dehydrating from.
Mina's insides stood tall and excited, swiveling in delight as she felt Jihyo kiss back, still amazed she had brought herself to initiate the contact.
Her heart was still throbbing, but being pressed up against Jihyo like this so warmly for support, her pulse felt more elated than anything.
At last, they broke apart, panting slightly as Mina rested her forehead against hers.
"Wow.." Jihyo breathed. "Wow, hehe! D-Does this mean-"
"It certainly does," Mina smiled. "And it means we have tons to talk about, but it means that I want you too Jihyo, so much."
Jihyo's lips quivered as there was a moment of silence as they both let everything sink in. Three minutes ago they were just Twice members, but now they were-
"Girlfriends?" Jihyo babbled. "We're girlfriends now aren't we?"
"Maybe after a date or two, but that's right." Mina was too happy to keep distance between them, so she stepped in and hugged Jihyo again in a silent attempt to display her joy.
Jihyo eagerly returned the contact, willing to hold her like this for the rest of eternity if need be.
Moments passed as they reflected on the events that had just transpired, still a little shocked, but more than anything content and excited and oh so warm.
"Wow..." Jihyo breathed again. "w-we're...oh wow."
"You were making me so nervous today," Mina admitted. "But I'm happier than words can express, Jihyo. I don't know what to say either."
"Then let's not say anything," Jihyo murmured, tucking a lock of soft onyx hair behind Mina's ear before pressing another, gentler kiss to her lips.
Mina was so happy she felt she might cry, and in the end, a few tears did slip down her cheeks.
Jihyo pulled back to brush them away with soft fingers.
"My Mina," she mused to herself, "all mine."
"And my Jihyo, mine as well." Mina mirrored as they both leaned forward to-
SQUEAK
"Mina, is everything-gasp"
Both Jihyo and Mina jumped in their place as they heard the door being opened and Sana was standing there, eyes widened and mouth opened.
Both Mina and Jihyo were beyond embarrassed by being caught both by kissing and now that thev're lesbian.
What's to happen now, they didn't know, but now by being together, that lightened the ordeal, but even so, they weren't prepared for this...okay they should have been more careful, but everything was getting too much.
"W-were you two just-...are you two..." Sana pointed at both of them as she walked in closer, closing the door behind her.
Mina was beyond the color red of embarrassment so Jihyo took charge.
With Mina's returned feelings, it was a hell of a lot of stress taken off her, but still, with letting the others know, she was scared of their reaction too.
Jihyo took a deep breath and nodded, but was filled with anxiety about how fast this was going.
"Yes, Sana. Mina and I...we're gay...and we're together."
Saying that was a godsend to Jihyo's and Mina's feelings as Mina looked towards Jihyo.
Sana stopped in place.
"No...way..."
Jihyo nodded.
"I know Sana, I'm deeply sorry, but we'll explain every."
"Ahh! It's about time!"
"...eh" "...eh"
"Do you know how long we were waiting for this to happen!?" Sana outstretched her arms
...y-you knew?" Jihyo asked as Sana nodded.
"Well of course I knew! We all knew! We live together pabos! For god sake, we sleep in the same room!" Sana waved her hands around, "obviously Nayeon and I caught you checking each other out loads of time!"
Both girls were frozen in time.
"Ah I'm so happy for you two!" Sana looked like she was going to cry as well, "and before you ask, yes we're okay with you two, we always have been okay with it if anything happened between you two." Sana explained and that made Mina's and Jihyo's anxiety drop.
"Y-you are?"
"Yes, Jihyo we all are. We don't care about what you are or who you like, we love you both no matter what. You're still our leader and our penguin no matter what." Sana smiled and assured them and that hit Jihyo and Mina hard. "Just maybe don't tell manager-unnie yet though or anyone for that mat-ah Mina.
Jihyo turned to Mina and that did it, tears dropping down her cheeks like rivers and after seeing her new girlfriend cry, got Jihyo to start tearing up as well again.
Both were from happiness and relief.
In a span of no less than five minutes, both Jihyo and Mina lives went up for the best and every negative thought they had gone away instant after instant.
Before Jihyo could do anything, Sana came forward and hugged Mina in a flash.
"Don't cry, Mina. Please." She soothed as Mina burrowed her head into Sana's shoulder.
"Ahe...g-gomen sniff...l-I'm just so happyyyehe.." And Mina started to cry into Sana's shoulder as Sana patted her back.
Jihyo felt her hand being squeezed as Mina's interaction brought Jihyo into the hug as well as she joined near Mina's head and gave her a kiss on the side.
"I'm happy too Mina. So happy..." Jihyo let her tears drop as well as the three shared this hug together.
With their newfound relationship and with Sana's confession of the other members happy for them, Jihyo and Mina couldn't be anymore ecstatic to live in the open now and with each other for the next six years like this.
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FLASHBACK OVER
PRESENT TIME
"Jihyo."
Jihyo's eyes shot up to Mina's turned head.
"We're not gonna have any film if you keep staring at me like that."
"But it's the best thing to watch~" Jihyo grew a large smile as Mina rolled her eyes.
"We're shooting a commercial, remember work first." Mina pointed at the camera in the corner, "now I have to delete it and start again."
"I know, gomen...but you can't blame me due to those sweats of yours." Jihyo pouted as she heard Mina laugh.
"I needed to wear something to work out in.
Just sit in front of me then." Mina didn't turn as she was focusing on the camera.
"Aww...well, I do need a small convincing to do so~"
Mina turned to Jihyo as she stood up and walked towards Mina.
"Jihyo, sigh fine, but then we work okay." Mina pointed at her as Jihyo nodded.
"Then we work, now come here~"
Mina smiled as Jihyo got up to Mina, grabbed her by the neck, and kissed her girlfriend full one.
If the kiss wasn't obvious enough, Mina and Jihyo are still a couple.
Apart from their own group, no one else knows about them, not even their manager still.
It was even arranged that Jihyo and Mina would switch bedrooms with Momo and Jeongyeon to leave the room for them to have their private time together...and no, it wasn't ALWAYS that kind of 'private times'
It was merely for them to be together without disturbing or being interrupted by Nayeon and Sana.
Plus it worked for them as well with Sana and Momo along with Nayeon and Jeongyeon being closer to one another.
Their manager took notice but disregarded thinking Jeongyeon and Momo were happier with the two.
Ever since then, the two have been inseparable, even during out in public, but they wouldn't showcase any couple acts out, merely being close to each other.
So much so, that their shipping name rose to the very top of the Twice ships, but all the members laughed it out though.
And so here we are.
Jihyo went towards her, and she stood to greet Mina.
It's a romantic novel cliche, to say they melted into each other's arms, but they did.
It was as if their bodies wanted to meet, each wanting to accommodate the other so that they fitted together perfectly in a tight embrace.
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I GUESS TUMBLR HAS 1000 BLOCK LIMIT THAT I CAN'T GET PASS SO THIS IS 1/2, 2/2 WILL BE IN ANOTHER POST.
IF ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO FIX, PLEASE MESSAGE, THANKS.
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I love how every single Guilty Gear character could easily fit as the main character of their own series, each one incredibly thematically different than the original series. Like
Stealth action game about a young ninja avenging his master’s death against the villainous league of assassins
Slice of Life comedy Isekai where a regular dude gets sucked into a sci-fi fantasy dimension 185 years in the future and has to make friends with the ridiculously overpowered warriors there in order to find his girlfriend
Grimdark victorian horror hack-and-slash (similar to American McGee’s Alice series) about a melancholy and delusional homunculus fighting to find a body for her beloved bloodthirsty giant key husband (No morality to be found in any character, entirely 2000s edge)
Serial manga about a powerful and mysterious fan-wielding bishonen warrior, wandering the world in search of his equally powerful love interest / rival who’s been completely consumed by revenge and must be saved from herself
Quirky Earthbound-inspired indie RPG about a young adventurer discovering her true self with the help of her friends (including a talking teddy bear, a crew of all-female sky pirates, a mysterious forest goddess and her guardian, and many more)
Soulslike with a blindness gimmick about a power-hungry wizard who lost his sight in a deal with a demon, and must rely on the demon to fight his way through a world that wants him dead
Bayonetta. Yeah that’s it.
Restaurant simulator in which you, the struggling owner, aren’t making enough money to stay afloat with the restaurant alone, and need to use your Kung-fu skills to find income through other, more violent means. Essentially there’s two main gamemodes. By day: Cooking Mama. By night: Streets of Rage. You have to spend your money wisely between upgrades to your restaurant or to your fighting ability, as failing at either will leave you with either your restaurant closing down or you getting beaten beaten to death, respectively. If you can get through an entire year with your restaurant firmly open and your teeth firmly un-kicked, you win the game! (no matter which shady methods you had to use to get there). Hire employees! Fire employees! Beat up said former employees in an alleyway as they’ve since turned to a life of crime, then turn them in for bounty money! You can do all this and more in the new game coming to Nintendo Switch: Kung-Food Service! (Temporary title until an actually good one is found)
Standard dating sim, except it’s impossible to win and the true ending is the main character finding out she’s a lesbian
#guilty gear#chipp zanuff#Anji mito#bridget guilty gear#zato 1#I-no#jam kuradoberi#may guilty gear#oh my god trying to use images on tumblr mobile sucks#a.b.a. guilty gear#her#me
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Another shit post of things I think the spider band will do in certain situations that I have/or am currently going through. (I should make these a series)
The theme of this post: Flying!
Specifically flying in airplanes cause I’m about to get in one in a couple of hours. So this is how I think the spider kids get ready for a flight and how they react on the the plane.
Miles: This man is the type of person that has to arrive at the airport 18 hours before their plane leaves. Totally over packs and if you forgot something you best believe he brought a extra of that thing. Always weighs his suitcase so he doesn’t have to pay extra. “Uh Miles, how’d you fit that in your carryon bag?” He’s running around, triple checking he’s got the tickets, recounting everything he brought. He’s my mom basically. On the plane he’s much more calm, turbulence doesn’t scare him cause he’s too busy listening to his music and talking with Gwen.
Gwen: She’s the calmest of the group. Also keeps everyone in check. “HOBIE I SWEAR PUT IT BACK!” Basically the anxiety relief Miles needs when they’re packing. Always placing a hand on Miles’s shoulder when he freaks out. She’s the type to wait in the airport lobby and play on her Nintendo switch. Sleeps most of the flight and watches movies with Miles so turbulence doesn’t bother her. Y’know she wears the comfiest clothes to the airport. Suffers from jet lag the worst tho.
Pavitr: Packs the best fucking snacks. He’s tried airplane food and never again. I don’t know why but I can see him knitting while at the airport. He’s the type to probably get distracted by Knick knacks at airports, especially from other countries cause he wants to bring one back for his aunt. “Oh look at this snow globe! Maya Auntie would love it!” Doesn’t do to well once in the air. This boy is extremely smart so probably did a ton of research on planes and gets a bit paranoid when turbulence hits. Other wise than that he’s calm while either talking to Hobie, knitting, using those extremely complicated adult coloring books, or just sleeping. When he wakes up you know this boy’s hair is still perfect.
Hobie: This man has been caught with a pocket knife while going through screening. He’s the guy who will mostly sleep throughout most of the airport experience. Isn’t the best at packing but Pav helps him a bit. For some reason has the exact thing they need for certain situations. “I don’t know mate, just appeared in my bag.” Doesn’t mind airplane food but absolutely loves to eat the snacks Pav has packed. Definitely has Knick knacks from all the places he’s flown to. Is terrible when it comes to flying. He’ll act all cool on the outside but the moment turbulence hits his knuckles are turning white from the grip he has on the armrest. Pavitr is there to comfort him tho. Respects the flight attendants and won’t put up with anyone giving them shit for simply doing their job.
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Could you please write Hannibal x reader or Hannigram x reader where (fem or g/n) reader loves wholesome video games & don’t know how to dress themselves in any style besides comfy.
It’s up to you but maybe one where he doesn’t feel like he needs to “upgrade” or change them to have them fit into his life.
Not Like Them | Hannibal x Reader
TW/CW: Mention of insomnia, insecurity, nothing graphic.
When people first met you, their eyes never met yours directly, but instead the purple bags underneath them.
So, because of this track record, this is exactly what you expected was going to happen at dinner tonight. Dinner with Hannibal’s esteemed coworkers. People that Hannibal spent much of his time with. People that Hannibal spent much of his time fooling.
Of course, your cover was perfect - it was called “being yourself.” You were a detective who suffered from insomnia, constantly investigating under your alias until you couldn’t, and from there indulging in Animal Crossing: New Horizons on the exclusive Animal Crossing themed Nintendo Switch, something Hannibal insisted you have.
And goodness. How could you possibly resist? You were a sucker for adorable things.
Hannibal was too.
Cut to you now. Sitting on the edge on the master bed with your sweatpant-covered legs tucked up under your chin, ensuring the flowers on your island were perfect - only red ones as well. Despite the outward stillness of your body, your heart was racing, and Hannibal took notice.
“Y/N, my darling you’ve nothing to worry about. I can practically smell the worry seeping from you.” Hannibal mused, ironing a part of a three-piece for tonight’s dinner.
“I’m not like them, Hannibal. Not even like you - not completely. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you with my attendance.” You advised him, sadly. At those words he immediately stopped his task of pressing his dress pants, walking towards you and sitting with you on the edge of the bed.
You’d done your makeup very glamorously, your hair styled neatly, and you were pushing off putting on the outfit Hannibal picked out for you lest he changed his mind. You were sure it was a stunning dress, something that made you worry more. You constantly wore comfy clothing. You couldn’t possibly perch yourself in your seat in your workspace if you were wearing fancy clothing.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t want to change you, Y/N. I picked out your outfit with you in mind. You can sit in that fascinatingly strange way you do.” He smiled as pushed himself off of the bed, going into your walk-in closet and pulling out a hanger dressed with a dress cover. When unzipped, you saw a black jumpsuit, elegant, but not overwhelmingly so.
“Do you really mean it Hannibal?” He’d gone through all of this trouble to ensure you were comfortable?
“Of course. I adore you. I adore your mind and they will too. You’re incredibly smart. How many criminals have you sent away? How many cold cases were solved under your supervision? You’re not like them because you’re smarter than them.” You smiled shyly, turning back to your perfect little garden.
It was your quirks and your ruthlessness to bring people to justice that Hannibal fell in love with, and he was sure that his coworkers would fall under the same spell.
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Would you like a part 2 to this? I know it was short, but I thought it would be a good idea to cut it into 2 parts. Can you guess who I based the reader off of?
#x reader#fanfic#hannibal lecter#nbc hannibal#hannibal x reader#hannibal lecter x reader#anonymous#anon ask
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things i know our pockets can fit, based on customer feedback and also my own experience:
✅ a nintendo switch
✅ a kindle paperwhite
✅ an entire ferret
✅ a bottle of dr pepper
✅ a paperback book
✅ enough snuck in concessions to last thru all of barbenheimer
✅ a small cat
#fashion#fatshion#plus size fashion#plus size#size inclusive fashion#indie fashion#small busines#slow fashion#art#artists on tumblr#store
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Video game console and case design
Today's hyperfixation is on the PLAYSTATION 5. Because I want one, but I really shouldn't buy one, so I am just looking up everything to do with games consoles and burning my brain out.
I used to be a proper xbox player, until I got my PC, then I never really touched by xbox again. I got a PS4 to play Persona 5 and since then it's been a blu ray player for my Adventure Time boxset, not much else. But the current gen - PS5, Series X - is arguably more powerful than my gaming PC, and I still have a lot of friends stuck on PS5, so I am considering investing in a unit.
Anyway is it me or did they really shit the bed with design in this generation?
Look at these chunky fuckers! They do not fit smoothly under your television at all. There is no detail or decoration breaking up their unnecessarily large faces, which makes them look bland and ugly. They look like they're made of cheap plastic, with the two controllers being the highest quality thing about them. I can attest the xbox controller is unbeatable, but playstation really made their shot this generation. A shame I can never get used to the dualshock joystick positioning.
The Series S and the PS5 Slim are almost NO improvement on the base designs.
For some reason they made the Series S look like a speaker???
The new PS5 slim FINALLY has a line across that massive faceplate, but the half matte half glossed finish is not doing it any favours. I think it would've looked much better if, for example, the matte and gloss plates were different colours. Like black and white! It also has an even MORE out of place disc drive, which I think is part of Sony's agenda to go digital only, and the two tiny "feet" for its horizontal positioning are pathetic! Personally I like this more than the original but not significantly, disappointing since I was really looking forward to it.
I want you to compare these nasties to the previous generation - the PS4 and the XBOX One.
....Now, what's hilarious about this image is the consoles look ALMOST IDENTICAL from this angle. And, I guess, that would be why Sony and Microsoft decided to make such a departure with the space heater PS5 and the fridge Series X.
But they both look very premium and advanced, and they fit very nicely in your living room.
The companies tried to look a bit more distinguished in their followup versions in the previous gen too. The white PS4 Pro looks a lot closer to PS5 with its quirkiness, but without the atrocious shiny plastic. Sony tended to add or remove a layer whenever they altered the PS4, I wonder what they would look like all stacked on top of each other.
It's not just the games console designs that suffer - Look at the game cases! I know that the companies want to incentivise you to go digital, but Xbox Series X cases are just awful.
So if you're confused - You should be!!! Microsoft have two kinds of case for the Series X. One of them is the EXACT SAME CASE as Xbox One, but with Series X printed on the front. The second newer version foregoes the sexy Xbox logo entirely and just has Xbox Series X printed in some default font. Awful awful awful.
Playstation is doing better, but barely.
They are reusing PS4 cases with a different print on them. It doesn't look as horrible as Xbox's, and it at least has a different colour on the logo, but damn, the jump between PS3/360 and PS4/One was really impressive, and now they've stopped bothering because they want everyone to go digital. If your game cases look like shit, why bother with physical?
I want to contrast with physical media kings Nintendo, who did an outstanding job in 2017 with designing the case for the Nintendo Switch.
These bad boys are mine. They're super thin, easy to stack, decent quality, and F U N. The red colour pallette makes them pop out. You can see one from across the store and go, "damn, that's a Nintendo Switch game".
I just want a thousand of them.
I would say a disadvantage, especially compared to the Gamecube games next to them, and even compared to 3ds, is that you can't tell what game you're looking at without going right up to them. These cases are TOO uniform, and really tiny, so i have to triple check I am picking up Xenoblade Chronicles 3 and not Tony Hawk Pro Skater. Meanwhile you can tell exactly what Gamecube games I have by colour pallette alone. Like, you can instantly tell that's Windwaker.
The switch in general is a very fun looking games console, much nicer looking than its predecessor the Wii U, though I'm not sure how I feel about the white of the OLED. But every time I see a Switch Lite in stores, even though I know it's worse than my Switch, I want to buy one. It just looks so FUUUUUN.
And finally a special mention to the 3DS and its games case. The console itself was pretty stylish, if... rudimentary for its release period, but the games cases are high quality and almost make me want to have 3ds games just so I can have the cases.
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I had the most stupid thought. Monopoly with the ghouls... I just know that'd be a disaster. Somebody would be trying to eat the game pieces. Others are fighting over property.. Somebody is just sitting in the corner scared of everything that's happening.
I imagine Copia had put them in timeout many times which did not work and ended up having to ban the game completely because they can't act right
- 🎸 Anon
I very almost added the Monopoly videogame to the 'ghouls and videogames' ask you sent last until I had images of the Nintendo Switch being thrown out of the window when someone gets bancrupted.
The pack has never actually been able to finish a game of Monopoly because it always ends up with someone crying (normally Phantom) and someone in a blind rage flipping the table (Dew.)
The fighting always starts from the second the game box is opened when everyone quarrels over which piece they all want, despite how they always pick the exact same ones every time. Mountain prefers to just watch and mediate any quarrels that break out while Copia acts as the banker because nobody else can be trusted with the fake money.
everything goes smoothly for the first few turns until more and more properties get bought up. the board quickly fills up with bought properties. Sunny somehow always manages to lose all her money which prompts an argument if she gets new notes or if they consider her bankrupt already. The table gets knocked and they have to pick everything up off the floor and try to remember who was where.
Swiss rolls the dice so hard it goes skidding off the table and under the sofa, so they have to pause the game to move it to retrieve it. It's already been an hour and most of them are getting bored. Phantom ended up in jail 2 turns ago and is unable to roll a double so he has to mortgage his properties to pay bail. Cirrus and Cumulus have somehow managed to build houses already which sends Dew into a blind rage when he lands on them.
Copia has had to move the bank to the other side of the room because Rain kept trying to distract him to steal money so he doesn't have to mortgage his properties. Aurora and Phantom quickly get bankrupted when they run out of properties to mortgage. Cirrus now owns half the board.
Swiss has gotten bored by this point and has started flicking houses at Phantom from over the table. He then pulls a card and has to bankrupt because he can't pay his taxes. Only Dew, Aether, Cirrus and Cumulus are still in the game by this point. Dew and Aether have about four properties between them and the rest is owned by the ghoulettes. Most spaces now have hotels on them. Aether loses to Cumulus.
Dew tries to kick Cirrus from under the table but instead boots Phantom in the shins which makes him burst into tears. He gets told off but it only makes him more angry. Aurora and Sunny are trying to stack the unused house pieces as high as possible on the edge of the table.
Dew lands on Cirrus' Boardwalk with a hotel, immediately loses all his money and gets bankrupted. he flips the table in a blind fit of rage and starts screaming at Cirrus. She screams back at him. There are game pieces all over the floor in the living room. Phantom is crying in the corner with Swiss trying to stop him. Aether is trying to calm down Dew while the ghoulettes try to calm Cirrus down. Rain is somehow managing to ignore the chaos while playing Pokemon
Copia bans the game after that. (it's not like they'd have been able to play again anyway given how most of the pieces were now missing)
#had to google monopoly rules for this#i refuse to play that game#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#ghost headcanons#ghoul headcanons#phantom ghoul#cirrus ghoulette#mountain ghoul#rain ghoul#swiss army ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#cumulus ghoulette#sunshine ghoulette#aether ghoul#aurora ghoulette#copia#calxwrites#calxasks#🎸 anon
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