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kitgundy · 2 months

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DYSPHORIA

Mom, do you know how much of a nightmare it is?

Looking down at my body and feeling like something’s wrong

Looking back and examining and reexamining my past thoughts, my past beliefs

Realizing I’m a boy and no matter how much I try to deny it I always have been

I’m a boy. I’m a boy, <DEADNAME> isn’t a boy name. I’m not a FUCKING SHE. I AM NOT A SHE AND MY NAME ISNT <DEADNAME> PLEASE GOD JUST STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THOSE THINGS YOU TELL ME TO STOP TELLING YOU TO STOP, YOU TELL ME IT HURTS YOU WHEN I TELL YOU TO STOP, YOU SAY ITS BECAUSE OF MY TONE WHEN I TELL YOU BUT IT HAS BEEN FUCKI YEARS AND YOU HAVENT EVEN TRIED DO YOU KNOW HOW MCH THAT HURTS ME?

I can’t even explain how tiring it is that you look at me and you don’t see me for who I am. You see a girl who doesn’t know herself. You see a stupid little girl who is following a trend. IF YOU REALLY KNEW ME YOU WOULD KNOW I DONT FUCKING FOLLOW TRENDS MOM!!!! It isn’t a fucking phase! I thought I was just non-binary and I told you back then. And I wish I hadn’t, because I was still confused about what I was and I went about it aggressively and that isn’t how you tell people how you really feel because then they’ll never believe you.

You will never believe me when I tell you who I am. I don’t know if I hate you for it or if I can just ignore it so I can still love you. It’s both. I have to ignore the way you see me so I can love you in a way that works. I hate when you talk about me to other people because I know the words you will speak, I know the name you will use, and I try to brace myself but it still hurts more every fucking time.

God, I wish I was just born a boy. I wish I was born and raised like a boy. I wish I had a dick. I wish I had a deep voice. I wish I had facial hair, I want to look at myself in the mirror, I want to look in the mirror and not see a stranger looking back at me.

I don’t know what to do. Whenever I try to explain what I want to be (a gender non conforming guy but also just some guy), you butt in and say “why not be a gender non conforming girl?”

BECAUSE I TRIED THAT AND IT DIDNT WORK. I LOVE MYSELF AND I LOVE MY BODY BUT I AM ALSO IN THE WRONG BODY AND THERES MEDICAL WAYS TO FIX THAT BUT IF I TRY TO DO THAT UNDER YOUR ROOF I AM TWRRIFIED OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN TO ME. And GOD I am terrified of doing the medical treatments too, because I am one bad politician away from my entire life being ruined when I do go on those. There’s already a lot of states I cannot safely go to or live in. I can’t fucking visit my grandmother in Florida because I am TERRIFIED of how I would be treated there. I am TERRIFIED of the politics there.

And yeah, sure, maybe I wouldn’t visit that grandmother anyway, sue me. I know there’s gotta be somewhere you got your beliefs from and I’m willing to bet it’s not just the church, but also her. God I hope it’s her and not just you absorbing the church’s ideals like a sponge, because I KNOW you’re smarter than that. And I KNOW childhood beliefs can be challenged and changed, but there’s a sinking feeling in my heart that it isn’t just childhood beliefs. There’s a sinking feeling that that church is part of why you’re not a safe space for me.

And I am so scared, because I know when I move out, I am going to double down. I’m a man. I’m a boy. I always have been. I always will be. I don’t know how to explain it, you try to explain why you’re a woman without saying it’s because of your body. Tell me why your spirit is a woman without saying “I don’t know”. What exactly is your connection with womanhood?

I’ll tell you my connection with manhood. When I was a little kid, I didn’t think about this stuff. But I thought it would be REALLY cool to do things in a boy way. I tried and failed multiple times to stand up to pee, just to prove I could. I didn’t even really care about the stereotypes, I just thought it’d be cool to be a boy.

I remember years later, I was sitting in front of the old TV, staring at the screen after starting a new save on Pokémon Ruby. I was wondering if I should pick the boy option. Part of me REALLY wanted to pick the boy option.

But I was scared. Why was I scared? Had my mind already been poisoned with subconscious hatred, even at such a young age? I don’t know. I just know when I heard someone nearby, I picked the girl option- out of FEAR. Part of me KNEW I shouldn’t pick the boy option. Part of me KNEW I shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

I didn’t think about these things back then, didn’t realize being a boy was an option- in fact, I thought it was dangerous. I considered myself boyish, sure. I wasn’t a tomboy, but tomboy fit what I thought I was, I thought I was a girl who felt weirdly.. boy.

My breasts started to grow. I had been excited for them at first, but when they actually grew, I hated them. I didn’t know why. I just wanted to hide them. I wanted them gone. I was excited, so why was I feeling like this?

Why did I hate the way my body was changing?

Must just be normal puberty, right? Everyone hates their bodies changing like this. And besides, the breasts came with periods, and periods suck. So maybe I was just hating puberty as a whole.

The feeling didn’t go away. It just got worse and worse and worse.

I grew up. And then I found out what trans means. And then I did research. And then I picked a fight with you, telling you I’m non-binary.

Because that’s what I thought I was. I had never had time to really think about it, after all. I wasn’t a girl, but I couldn’t be a boy, right? “Boys are gross and ugly and annoying and I don’t want to be that so I can’t be a boy. Besides, trans is too strong of a word for what I feel,” that’s what I thought.

And time went on. And I matured. And I realized that, yes, I am a boy. A girlish boy, maybe, a genderfuck boy who wants to wear dresses AND suits, but he will NEVER be recognized as a boy when he does wear a dress because his body doesn’t match his soul.

The more I grow, the more I realize:

My body wasn’t meant for me and I wasn’t meant for this body.

My voice in my head is lower than how it comes out. My face itches for lack of facial hair, my whole body itches for lack of hair. Long hair feels suffocating, blinding. I can’t even bear to look at my chest anymore, can barely bear to touch it.

And it HURTS every time I look in the mirror, every time I speak.

But not NEARLY as much as it hurts to hear that name.

I chose the name Kris because it was convenient. <DEADNAME> and Kris both start with a K. They’re both four letters. And, unlike <DEADNAME>, NOBODY is going to say the name Kris wrong, and nobody is gonna SEE the name Kris and assume it’s a girl’s name.

I chose the name Kris, and my pronouns fluctuated, but my name stayed the same. For TWO YEARS it stayed the same.

And yet you still keep calling me <DEADNAME>. You keep calling me a DAUGHTER. You keep calling me a SHE.

It HURTS.

And honestly? I wish you just wouldn’t call for me at all at this point.

I love you. But I can only handle you in small amounts, and only when we’re alone, because when you talk about me, you use words that drive straight into my soul.

I am not a FUCKING girl.

Girls are awesome. They’re great. Girls are beautiful, and wonderful, and I love girls.

It’s just.. I’m not one. I never was.

And I don’t know how you can’t see that.

Don’t you remember? The times when I was a kid, when I would try to stand up to pee? Don’t you know how much I wished to be a brother too? I made being the only daughter my personality, but that’s because I didn’t know I could be anything else.

Didn’t you see how much I tried to reject femininity?

One day, I said I hate the color pink. I said I hate it with a passion, I spat vicious vitriol at such a pretty color.

I was wearing a pink jacket.

Years later, I look back and I see a confused, hurting.. I’m not sure what I was.

Honestly.. I don’t think I was a boy then. I mean, I was ALWAYS a boy deep down, but at the time, I didn’t KNOW that, and I was trying REALLY HARD to just be a girl but not like other girls(?), so I’m not really sure what I was then.

I just know I wasn’t a girl. And some part of me deep down knew that, and was VICIOUSLY attacking everything feminine I did and liked in an attempt to distance myself from it all.

I hate that you can’t recognize that.

I love you, and I love the name <DEADNAME>, it’s such a nice name, really. I love women, they’re so wonderful and deserving of all the best (deserving of much better than society gives them, really).

But I’m not <DEADNAME>. I’m not your daughter, I’m not a she.

I will probably burst into tears if you ever call me your son. And I am TERRIFIED. Because I KNOW you will take that the wrong way, use it as yet another reason I’m just confused.

I’m not. I think YOURE confused.

You tell me statistics aren’t good to use but good GOD, the statistics I use are REAL. They’re from STUDIES. If you can’t use real FUCKING numbers, what the hell else are you supposed to do?

I don’t know what to do. It hurts more to talk to you every day because it’s getting worse and worse the longer I spend in a body that doesn’t fit with a voice that doesn’t match, and YOU aren’t helping.

I’m so, so tired of being seen as something I’m not. I’m so tired of fantasizing and dreaming about being seen for who I am and then being reminded that wouldn’t be safe.

I’m tired of you. I love you, but you make me so, so tired.

So forgive me if I got too snappish when I corrected you. Holding in the corrections is only serving to hurt me, and I don’t feel safe around you anymore.

Honestly, I doubt I ever did.

I don’t remember the last time I had a genuine conversation with you that ended where you understood me. You look at me and you see this wayward child, this lost sheep. You don’t try to understand ME, you only try to make me understand YOU.

Well, guess what? I am an ADULT HUMAN MAN. Your god will NEVER be mine, he has HURT ME. I’m not a sixteen year old trapped in a nineteen year old body, I am NINETEEN and AUTISTIC. I'm not maturing the way you thought I would because school and everything in my life burnt me out and people hurt me, so I didn’t get to emotionally mature when I should have, and I’m picking up the pieces left behind by that trauma now but that doesn’t mean I’m not an adult. I still feel too overwhelmed by the world to live on my own but I am an ENTIRE ADULT and you need to REALIZE that. I know I’m still young and stupid, but that doesn’t make me not an adult. YOU NEED TO LOOK AT ME AND SEE AN ADULT.

Oh, and on your religion? I’m not a lost sheep, I am a WOLF who will EAT your Shepard.

Because I was a blue sheep.

I was a blue sheep who was painted pink, and the flock said “Our Shepard loves you no matter what color you are!”

But when I showed my colors, the flock turned away. Averted their eyes and avoided me.

And you did too.

And that shepard never said a word to me, never even noticed when I was left behind.

The meaner ones in the flock even called me a wolf. So you know what I did? I grew fangs.

You know what? Part of me wants to bite you- that is to say, to keep correcting you. You take that as a bite? Fine. I will fucking bite, until you bleed enough that you decide enough is enough.

You can choose whether you distance yourself from me or actually start referring to me by my name, by my pronouns. You can respect me or you can leave.

I don’t care.

I hate you. I love you, but I hate you so much.

I don’t even hate you, actually. I’m just hurt. I’m so hurt and angry and I feel so guilty for feeling this way.

I didn’t choose to be a blue sheep. I didn’t choose to get turned into a wolf. The flock thought of me as one and that’s what I became.

I never asked for this.

I never asked for you to adopt me. I never asked to be put with someone who can’t understand.

Why don’t you understand?

WHY DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!?

WHY DON’T I UNDERSTAND!!!???

I DO UNDERSTAND!!! You don’t know how to understand. Because you only look at one side.

The church’s side.

Your God’s side.

I want to kill your god.

So many of my problems would be solved if he never existed. So many of my problems wouldn’t exist if Joseph Smith didn’t exist.

Maybe I wouldn’t be alive today.

Or maybe fate has a way, and our family would have been together somehow anyway, and maybe you’d care for me the way you do for my brothers. Maybe you’d stop seeing me as your daughter.

If I was born a boy, maybe I’d be your weird gay GNC son.

Please call me your son.

PLEASE CALL ME YOUR SON.

I LOVE YOU PLEASE, I BEG YOU ON MY FUCKING HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE CALL ME YOUR SON IM YOUR SON I AM YOUR FUCKING SON PLEASE CALL ME YOUR

#tw dysphoria #unsupportive family #unsupportive mother #vent post #tw vent #personal vent #vent writing #trans vent #transmasc #gender dysphoria #please ignore this lmao I was feeling some sort of way

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jazz-kitty · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON BEATING THE GAME! Any particular stand-out thoughts you want to share??

OH MY GOD DO I....... first of all fern sevilla. oh my god. i love everything he had going on.well. big shocker from residential fern fan #3 but. GOOD FUCKING LORD.

i really liked seeing him and florinia. for a lot of gay little personal reasons but like. i dunno. it's nice to see him slowly try repairing his relationship with florinia. and trying to be a good person despite it all. and just. getting better i think.

he played the cards life had dealt him and played them fucking SOOOO POORLY LIKE SO BAD. but its never like. the end. his life doesn't stop and he doesn't have to go sacrifice himself and die. well. forever. to go prove that he's improved but like. he keeps on trying!!!! he keeps on going!!!!!! this shit is hard and he's embarrassed and frankly it SUCKS but he keeps on going. he apologizes to florinia he apologizes to the player and he shows that hes sorry!!!

i just think. that fern is very cool. and he deserves good things. because things get bad and in return you'll get worse but the grass still gets greener so long as you make the effort to grow it. i think that was like 8 metaphors strung together and im not sure how effectively that worked but you get my sentiment at the very least!!!

i dont know. i just love fern. he just wanted people to smile at him, but tried getting that through fear and intimidation. because being a normal kid was never enough for florinia, so clearly he was doing something wrong, right? so he gets worse and worse because this is the closest he's gotten to a Reaction out of florinia in years and if the universe won't give him what he deserves he'll take it.

JUST KIDDING. #EPICFAIL FERN. after the protagonist fucks his shit up again on victory road infront of everyone everything just. Happens. he deserved better than this- and maybe in a different timeline, thats what he got- but hes stuck HERE. mfw i am a chad but i have psychological problems so i am stuck here with you virgins. and he's embarrassed to all hell and florinia *still* just doesn't give a shit and then he starts arguing and yelling about how unfair lifes been to him and. no one cares. he doesn't get any sympathy because he doesn't deserve it and he's thrown into the machinery and is bleeding out and everyone is walking away

well. nearly everyone is.

florinia's still there. because in some fucked up way she still cares about her little brother. and in some even more fucked up way, fern cares too. he can't admit it and sure as hell wont for *checks watch* at least 60 more hours of gameplay. but theres a reason he wants a reaction out of her so bad.

and then he fights you again in the wasteland and loses *again* and he tries getting the mew and fails *that* too and his face is fucked up and everything is fucked up. and, in fact, continues to get fucked up! he stays in the corner of the nightclub because no one wants to talk to him and he doesnt wanna talk to anyone and. and. shafjsagasfhdsjkg. and despite it all. despite no one caring and despite it sucking so bad for him to do. he still tries to improve himself. he admits maybe the protagonist wasn't so bad.

and then the mewtwo quest. he takes the bullet for the protagonist and gets turned to stone. he didn't have to. it was only those two. it'd be one annoying as fuck competitor down anyways

and LORD HIS FUCKING UMBRAL AND THE MOMENTS LEADING UP TO IT SORRY NO TRYIN TO BE NORMAL RIGHT NOW IM GONNA EXPLODE. IM GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE. IM GOING TO EXPLODE. HE CARES SO FUCKING MUCH. fern message I DONT EVEN CARE *throws up and cries from caring so hard*. HE FOUGHT TWO KIDS FIVE YEARS OLDER THAN HIM JUST CAUSE THEY FUCKED UP FLORINIA'S BIRTHDAY. DUDE COME ON. BUT HE THOUGHT THAT. FLORINIA DIDNT CARE. ABOUT HIM OR ANYTHING HE'D DO.

and in his umbral state where all bets are off its time to give fucking EXPOSITION. deepest desires that he'd never say out loud. what are they you might ask person who's definitely already played reborn and know sthe answer? its seeing his sister safe T_T HE WAS SCARED. HE WAS SCARED AND JUST WANTED IT TO HURT LESS TO THINK THAT FLORINIA DIDN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM. GOD. GOD. GODDDDDD. but in his own fucked up way he loves her and always has and hjkdsg

and then he breaks out of it and florinia expects him to just go back to normal- that it was all made up and strings that lin had pulled to get a laugh out of it, or something. but NO he genuinely just wants to. hgdjkshgs. hajnxzm. hfhjkhdgsjgkg. because. things can get better. they really really can. and. oughhhhhhhhh.

and by the end its like. they've lost a lot of time together and on their lives being the kinds of people that'd keep them save but never keep them happy. but its never too late. and. things can get better. and even if its slow and awkward and the first thing they do is immediately argue over what they're gonna tell everyone else about what happened because lord knows the protagonist wont but florinias version is BORINGGGGGGGGG as HELLLLL but at the same time ferns includes 3 more explosions than were probably there they both think. that maybe its not too late. not too late to have a little brother. not too late to have an older sister

#pokemon reborn #pokemon reborn spoilers #sorry for typing so much dude T_T #my best friend who i normally talk about this stuff to HAS NOT FINISHED REBORN. SO I AM LEFT ALONE. AND ILL DIE OUT HERE #FERN SEVILLA #MY SPECIALIST SHINING STAR #jazzask

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mitts2002 · 3 years

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Aight’ Bet

Hi this is my first time posting on here so I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! This is a noritoshi kamo x reader where the nori and (Y/N) need a little push from their wonderful Gojo sensei to finally confess~

"Dont you think (Y/N) and noritoshi would make the cutest couple!?" Gojo screamed over the phone to Utahime who sighed in response.

"I can't help but disagree Gojo, Noritoshi doesn't seem ready for a relationship plus is the only reason you rang me really to discuss our students non existent love lives?" Utahime retorted knowing that the couple would in fact be adorable yet refusing to accept that Gojo could actually be right about something.

"No Utahime! I bet if them two were able to spend a few hours together the tension would build up so high that one of them would burst and BAM a couple would be born" the blue eyed male replied, the volume of his voice increasing with each word trying to convince her that they were the highschool sweethearts the jujustu world needed.

“How could you even say that!? I get that its cute whenever they glance at each other and shy away with cute little blushing cheeks but i bet it would take more than a few hours for a whole relationship to-” “OH you bet“ Gojo interrupted an obvious smirk on his face knowing Utahime wouldn’t back down from his advances.

“you know what i meant idiot i wasn’t actually trying to make a bet with you especially after what happened last time” the black haired woman scoffed after hearing a chuckle through the phone.

“Aight’ bet! tomorrow ill bring my second years to kyoto for some training and then lets see if something happens between our precious students“ Gojo proposed excitedly as if he were a child in a sweet shop.

“you know what fine! and im only agreeing cause i know nothings gonna happen tomorrow between them i mean noritoshi is too stiff and (Y/N) always backs out last minute” utahime exclaimed not wanting to prove Gojo right. “GREAT! if i win then you will have to be my slave for 2 whole days and if you win ill be your-” “wait i never agreed to that!” “see ya tomorrow then!” Gojo had quickly rushed his farewells before hanging up relieved he avoided Utahime’s lecture.

"Alright class!" Gojo sensei yelled excitingly as he burst through the doors. This overgrown man child always had something new, it could never be a regular class where his students actually learn then were let out for a break. No Gojo Satorou had to be the most extra male on this earth and for the first time ever it worked in his second year student (Y/N)'s favour.

"What it is now?" Maki groaned with an annoyed expression on her face. No one could blame her though after all the blindfolded man put his beloved students through. "Don't be so sour maki! Be like me a sweet little mochi~ Oh and before I forget I wanted to let you all know that we will meeting with our lovely sister school for some training. Isnt that great!?" Gojo sensei had announced clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

'I wonder if training is all this is' (Y/N) thought to herself realising how sus this situation was before speaking out "wait Gojo sensei weren't we meant to learn a super secret technique today? You said that you were gonna show it us yesterday and that nothing could stop you" (Y/N) questioned as Inumaki gave a little "shake" for support.

"Well my dear (Y/N) something VERY important has come up and we must go to kyoto immediately. You have no right to deny and we will be leaving in 30 minutes so go grab whatever you kids need" Gojo sensei had practically sung before skipping out the door. What an odd man everyone collectively thought before getting up to grab whatever they needed.

30 minutes has passed and in that time panda had gathered his and maki's weapons while you and toge stocked up on cough medicine and basic medical equipment. The journey was short since Gojo had practically teleported you all there and all that was left was to approach the students.

A few figures from the distance were slowly coming into view and (Y/N) could vaguely make out that only utahime, miwa, mai, momo and noritoshi had attended this last minute joint training.

Despite the others reaching and gathering around your small group of second years giving their greetings the only thing your eyes could focus on was noritoshi’s thick black hair as it gently swayed in the breeze. Honestly it was as if the man was in a L'Oréal advert or something.

"(Y/N) stop staring we all know you both have this weird thing going on but we're here to train not flirt dumbass" Maki had whispered into your ear but little did she know that you were in fact here to flirt and not train due to a certain bet between two teachers.

“alright kids listen up! me and the wonderful Utahime sensei have set up this last minute training as its always good to train with new people and techniques. Everyone will be working in pairs“ Gojo announced before Utahime continued.

“The teams we decided on today will be Maki and Miwa, Momo and Imumaki, Panda and Mai then (Y/N) and Noritoshi. Eveyones free to do whatever they want in their sparring matches just don’t severely injure each other, me and Gojo will be watching over the matches and determine the winners“ Utahime informed all the students before they scurried off to in different spaced out areas.

"So Noritoshi how are you? Its been a while since we've last seen eachother" (Y/N) said trying not to let her nervousness show.

"I'm alright just studying and training to be honest. Although I recently started to practice cursive and can even write my own name now" he responded with pride and a small nice.

You laughed causing Noritoshi to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Is there something wrong with cursive?" His deep voice asked with clear offense.

"No no it's just that's so freaking cute and you look so happy about it too" (Y/N) teased with more laughter and ruffled his hair

"Oi don't touch my hair do you know how long it takes to do these wrap bang things?"

"Well how would I know I've never done them nori"

"Well one day I could teach you if you'd like" Noritoshi offered looking to the side trying to hide his red cheeks.

"Aww I'd love that I'm awful at doing hair to be honest so learning some new styles would be great but first we gotta get this dumb sparring match over and done with" (Y/N) moaned as she got into position.

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An hour had flew by and the students were taking a break from their matches happily chatting away while the teachers spoke in private about their progress. “come on look at the way they look at eachother OH (Y/N) touched his shoulder SHES FLIRTIN-” “GOJO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR SO DAMN LOUD” “sorry but loooook they in love” Gojo cried out with fake tears in his cerulean eyes

“Alright lets just observe look theyre going to the vending machine to get some drinks like FRIENDS DO“ Utahime emphasised on the friends worried she might lose and become this awful mans slave for 2 days.

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“Nori im gonna go get a drink from the vending machine do you want one?” “Actually ill just come with you if you dont mind” “OH sure thats fine does anyone else want anything!?” (Y/N) yelled to the whole group receiving a choir of get me this please or get me that and the single tuna mayo.

The walk to the vending machine was quiet but a comfortable silence had fallen upon the pair. It was always like this when you were around Noritoshi Kamo. Peaceful. She didnt feel the need to go the extra mile to entertain him or ensure he wasn’t bored in your presence as your playful banter and sarcastic remarks towards one another was enough for the both of you.

“(Y/N) is it me or have Gojo and Utahime sensei been staring at us more than the others?“ Noritoshi questioned unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. “Um i’m not too sure i havent been really paying attention to anything other than yo-“ Embarrasment washed over (Y/N) as the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?“ Nori smirked slightly as you swore you could drop dead right here in this moment. “No i just meant that” “Meant what?“ Noritoshi interrupted leaning closer as you fumbled through your words

“OH LOOK the vending machine is right there better get those drinks“ You quickly said and scrambled away before Noritoshi could get any closer.

“SEE Nori was too intimidating and (Y/N) ran off despite clearly wanting him! its never gonna happen today“ Utahime whispered to Gojo benhind the bushes as he shook his head. “Trust me i have faith in my wonderful (Y/N) I AINT RAISED NO BITCH“ He exclaimed in response while Utahime facepalmed.

The two young adults had collected all the drinks they needed and were ready to walk back to the group. ‘come on (Y/N) you’ve liked this man forever now and everyone knows he must like you back ITS NOW OR NEVER HOE’ (Y/N) screamed words of encouragement to herself before grabbing Noritoshi’s sleeve.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” “I have something ive been meaning to tell you Nori, I um like you a lot and i’d like to take you out if you dont mind” (Y/N) had practically yelled at the poor boy because of her stupid nerves and adrenaline.

The silence was broken by an angelic laughter coming from none other than Noritoshi Kamo. “Well i would’ve liked to be the one to take you out but i guess sometimes its alright for traditions and stereotypes to be broken by the younger generation” Nori responded as he walked closer to (Y/N) wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sweet kiss. The kiss was messy and clearly new to the both but filled with much love and passion that was finally being expressed by the pair.

As their lips eventually pulled away never wanting this to end, heavy breaths filled the air and cheeks flushed but all that was interrupted by a white haired male clapping in the background screaming “YES I WIN” while the other teacher crouched to the ground tears in her eyes.

#kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jjk noritoshi

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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When December comes | Hendery

✦ Hendery x reader x Lucas ✦ Fluff, Smut, Angst, Royalty AU, Nutcracker AU ✦ 3/5 for HOLIDAY SERIES: Once Upon A December

Summary: As an adopted legitimate princess and future queen of two kingdoms, you grew up proving yourself that you deserve the role that has given to you. Nothing is simple about being an adopted princess but being arranged to marry Prince Hendery turned your life upside down.He left you, eventually. And by the time he came back to your life, you have a loving boyfriend, and Prince Hendery…. is arranged to be married to your sister now.

Word count: 8,690k

Warnings: adopted reader (if thats triggering at any point, please click away) A lot of smut, unprotected sex, mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of other idols, fingering, mentions of rough sex, heavy cheating, major character death

A/N: PURE FICTION. This is a love triangle fic but not much focused to Lucas, more on Hendery. Inspired by a bunch of royalty movies, especially princess diaries, Nutcracker (ballet), inspired by the song Satisfied from Hamilton. Love writing for Hendery so much. Check my recent post for Hendery’s thirst photos whahaha, as per Lucas character here idk I always see him as sweet and lovable and he always knows what to do. The guy has serious good leadership skills if you haven’t’ notice and i think its sexy. I’m glad this didnt reach to 10k bc u know me i hate my works being long af haha enjoy reading mwa!

For @jeongyoonohs sorry it took me so long to finish this :( But this is for you!

OPENING

Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far away, ruled by a king and queen who can’t have a baby no matter how many times they’ve tried. The sad news spread all over the kingdom and caused chaos everywhere mainly because they were scared for the fall of their beloved kingdom.

But the king is wise. He made an alliance with the kingdom of his truest friend and together they helped each other’s kingdom by making an agreement. “I can’t have a child, but my queen and I have decided to adopt a baby girl,” the king says to his fellow king.

“And my wife is carrying a baby boy”

“It’s settled then. My adopted daughter will be arranged with your son, and someday be married to each other” They shook hands and made the agreement official by sealing it with their signatures and royal seals in front of their queens.

The kingdom that lost their trust with their king is now calmed relieved after hearing the great news of the two kingdoms having an alliance. And to fully earned their trust again, they searched far and wide for a baby girl that will soon be the future of their kingdom.

“And that baby girl is you my darling” your grandfather finishes his bedtime story to you. Caging you in his strong arms, cradling you like you’re truly related by blood. “Grow up as a fine woman and save this kingdom” he added. You embraced your grandfather back and smiled so sweetly at him, tracing his handsome features… then you remembered.

“Tell me the story about the Nutcracker prince,” you singsong to him. He doesn’t tell you the original story, but instead, he always tells you his version and it’s always better. His embrace became tighter, then he looked at his expensive watch to check how many minutes does he have left.

“Okay. I only have a few minutes left, princess” He started by introducing the Nutcracker prince to you which is actually magical because even though you’ve heard of this so many times it never gets old and you’re always excited to hear it again.

He described the prince as a soldier like him, but a younger version he says with a giggle. And that Nutcracker slash prince slash soldier is made specifically for you so that one day, the two of you can rule two kingdoms all at once. “Why do I need a prince?” you pout, and your grandfather is startled by your question.

“Well, jeez, I don’t know. I’m sure you can still be a fine queen without a prince, right?” he says while tucking you in and preparing you for bed. “But let’s just say that princesses like you need a proper man like the Nutcracker because… grandfather will not always be by your side” of course he can’t mention death to you, no, you’re too young to know about these things. So he kissed you goodnight on your forehead and promise to see you early in the morning again.

Growing up as an adopted princess was never easy because the eyes of a judging kingdom have always been against you and your family. That’s why as you grow up, you swore to yourself that you will prove them wrong and that you are the future of this kingdom. At a very young age, you made your parents proud of your gift of leadership and continue to make them proud by doing great in school.

Until one day, the queen finally got pregnant.

The kingdom became so busy about the queen’s pregnancy and literally, every person is excited about your baby sister. You were only nine years old and you were innocent as you can be so you don’t know that the attention is slowly shifting to your baby sister. You didn’t mind of course, again, you were just a kid. But as you grew older and older you can finally foresee a life behind the shadow of your baby sister. The real princess. It’s like she took everything from you… but whenever you remember that you’re adopted, it seems like she’s just taking what’s originally hers in the first place.

Today is your thirteenth birthday and you celebrated it with your grandfather in an amusement park. He is the only person left in your life who can see you as a rare gem and you’re thankful for him. As you walked around the busy park, with a few bodyguards on your sides, you and your grandfather laugh and laugh while you’re eating hotdogs on a stick.

“Your father told me that you refused to have a ball for your thirteenth birthday? Why?” he asked while enjoying his food.

“I’m not a real princess grandfather, I don’t deserve a ball. And besides, riding that scary rollercoaster is better than dancing with a bunch of princes whom I don’t know in the first place, and playing dress-up the whole night”

“Hmm. Don’t you say that you’re not a real princess, there was a Y/n before your baby sister. And the kingdom is still looking forward with you ruling us someday because you’re older than your sister and you’re still a legi-“

“timate daughter, I know, I understand grandfather thank you for reminding me” you wiped the ketchup on his lips and smiled at him, “What will I do without you? I hope that my Nutcracker prince is exactly like you. Wise and strong”

“Don’t worry about that darling, you’re still young, and I’m still here” he giggles and walks you towards that scary rollercoaster ride.

ACT 1

Things slowly change around the castle and you learned to distant yourself from your parents but not forgetting your duty as a first born and legitimate adopted daughter of the king and queen. And as you enter royal high school, you thought that your life will get uglier but no. Surprisingly, school made you feel alive and less of a princess and more like a future leader.

But most importantly, you finally met your Nutcracker. Prince Hendery.

Usually, prince and princesses meet for the first time during a royal ball, soiree, or a simple lunch at the palace’s garden grounds. But you and Prince Hendery, met in the school hallway for the first first time. It is as if your whole world slowed down, every student walked in slow motion while you and Hendery locked eyes on each other. And the best part is, he did not know that you’re the princess who’s meant to be forever with him.

At first, you don’t talk to each other and just simply exchange smiles and glances from time to time whenever you cross paths in the hallway, eating at the cafeteria, or ‘reading’ at the library. You thought it wasn’t fair that you know everything about him but he doesn’t even know what you look like.

“You know I’ve been flirting with this princess for months already, do you know her name?” Hendery whispers at his fellow prince, Xiaojun, and told him to take a look at where you’re seated. Xiaojun then scoffed at his friend and playfully slapped Hendery’s face knowing that he is completely clueless about who you are.

“I don’t know if you’re always going to be this dumb, you’re going to be a king someday. Anyway, that princess is Y/n. The Y/n” and that is all it takes to make Hendery realize that he has been flirting with his soulmate for weeks now.

From there on the prince has become bold with his gestures. Sitting with you during breaks, even flirting with you in front of your friends and his friends. Prince Hendery has the most beautiful smile you have ever seen, hair is black and soft and you bet it smells good either, he was tall but just right for your height. Not only he was perfectly handsome, but he is a gentleman too. In other words, everything about him screams prince charming.

You and prince Hendery were the talk of royal school. Everyone knew about your arrangement and the alliance of your kingdoms. You even hear people talk on the hallways that you’re literally made for each other that’s why everyone envied you.

“Let’s grow up first, okay?” Hendery says, giving you a single rose during your school’s Valentine event. A simple gesture that says there's no need to rush on being in a relationship and make everything official between the two of you but also, it was a subtle move to show everyone that you already belong to each other so there should be no competition.

You fell in love with each other from a distance, not rushing through love, taking your time, and enjoying your youth because you have a lifetime together. Although, Hendery likes reminding everyone that you’re his in the most subtle way, may it be hugging you in public, kissing your cheek before you go home, and smiling your way whenever he sees you around the school.

From freshman year until your senior year, you and Hendery waited until you’re both legal of age to finally make it official. The news was all over the TV, tabloids, articles, and magazines that you’re in love with each other. It was a cute high school sweethearts story and every day was perfect.

Senior year just started and you and Hendery decided to study together but the planned study session became a make out session, giggling and cuddling in his bed while still wearing your uniforms. The prince was looking at you, admiring your pretty face touching your features softly then suddenly he noticed that he can almost see your breast. He looked away, of course. And covered his head with one of his pillows as he groans in frustration.

“What? Why?” you asked, completely clueless. He didn’t answer you, instead, he covers your exposed skin with a small pillow. “Oh shit, I’m sorry” you apologized immediately and became shy like him too.

“It’s okay. If I’m being honest I wanted to touch you but, I knew better than that. Can we promise to be each other’s first and last?”

“You mean sex?”

“Exactly, sex”

“Only if we seal it with a kiss,” you bite back in a flirty tone, looking at his pink lips that are slowly coming closer to you. When your lips touched, you returned the kiss and swing your arms around his neck, situating him accidentally in between your legs. Skirt lifted and all. Your bodies are becoming warm in an instant and you both know you need to stop before you make wrong decisions.

“How's that for a promise? Let’s get married when we grow older and have sex every day” he bit the shell of your ear, making you giggle and laugh with him. Being this horny with each other is normal, you thought. You are both young and full of passion, and it amazes you how Hendery wanted to wait until you get married and be kings and queens.

Senior year is perfect. Every day.

Until one day, Hendery’s father died and he stopped coming to school. You hear different kinds of gossip every day. 'Is he a king now? That's why he's not coming to school?', 'School is boring for king Hendery now', 'Are they gonna be married soon?', 'Are they even ready to rule yet?'. Again, you were the talk of the nation. The headline ‘Prince Hendery left Princess Y/n’ was everywhere and you can't do anything about it. You weren’t hurt that he left everything, you were more worried because maybe he’s all alone and grieving. You wanted to ask his family but you respect their privacy.

“So he just left?” you told your grandfather everything. He just came back from his cruise around the world and you’re happy to see his visible tan lines, for sure he had a great time.

“Yep, just like that grandfather,” you walk shoulder to shoulder around the palace’s garden, looking at the flowers and harvesting some fruits.

“Well, I’m sure he had his reasons. Just stretch your patience my darling, you know what they say, love is patience” he pats your hand before picking a lemon. “Enough about the prince, I heard you are making quite an impression now. The king is beyond impressed” he was talking about your win, elected student body president. Apparently, it’s a big deal for your father, because, during his stay in royal school, he was elected as president too.

“I didn’t try too much, I think I won because of my popularity and not because of my leadership skills” you once again doubted yourself but of course, your grandfather is here to straighten you up.

“Show them you’re both. Popular and a great leader”

It was always a good talk with your grandfather, but whenever you remember that Hendery is not with you anymore it automatically makes you sad. You missed him. So much.

ACT 2

But even though you missed Hendery and it’s like he took a part of your heart and brought it with him, life goes on. You faced Senior year and showed everyone your perfect smiles like nothing is bothering you. But at night, when you’re all alone, you just can’t help but look at your pictures with Hendery on your phone and miss him.

Life goes on.

With or without your prince.

You studied day and night, kept your eyes on the prize, and busy yourself until your heart is finally healed. You waited for him of course, you waited long and hard but you can’t wait forever.

As you continue to know yourself, get involved with a lot of organizations in college, your journey has become even more thrilling when you met Lucas. He’s not royalty nor does he came from a rich family, he’s “just a man who’s brave enough to ask a princess on a date” his exact words.

Lucas is a whole new adventure to you. He’s the epitome of new things and new experiences. But your favorite thing about Lucas is, he can make you forget that you’re a princess even just for a few hours. He made you happy every day because he never forgets to tell you that being happy is the most important thing in this world. He loves you with every part of his being. And he’s ready to face your world and be with you in every step until you become queen.

“N-no I don’t want to be king. I can be your butler and still love you for all I care” he covers your naked body while you both come down from your highs. Tonight is one of those nights that you can be with Lucas without having your bodyguard. He was praising you during sex, calling you ‘princess’ or ‘my queen’ whenever he thrust and pushes you on the edge, so you asked him a stupid question if he wants to be king. “I just want to be with you, people may see me as a gold digger once the news that you have a commoner boyfriend comes out, but we both know that’s not true right?”

“Of course, not” you embraced him and apologized for the question, hiding your face on his chest. You feel his big hands caress your back to comfort you and soon plant kisses on your temple. He’s always sweet and gentle like this. If only people would see the kind of person Lucas truly is.

“But what if he comes back? What will happen to us?” he was talking about Hendery. When Lucas knew that you’re arranged to be married to Hendery, he didn’t take it lightly. He was mad but not to you. You didn’t talk for weeks and you’re both heartbroken, but Lucas realized that it's better to love you fiercely now than waste his time worrying about the future.

“I will talk to my father, don’t worry about that. Wong Yukhei don’t you trust me?” you kissed his chest to put him back in the mood and change the subject. Of course, he can’t say no to you.

After getting your degree in college, you started working for the king and queen, spearheading foundations, and knowing the kingdoms that you’re going to rule someday. Remember when you thought your parents will forget about your existence because they had your sister? Well, that didn’t happen. Your parents were proud of everything you’ve achieved and they wanted your sister to follow in your footsteps.

Slowly, you proved to them that you don’t need a king to rule this kingdom. Introducing Lucas to your parents did not go well at first but eventually, they saw that you and Lucas are happy with each other despite having different worlds.

Still, they want to keep your relationship hidden.

It’s Christmas Eve and you’re all dressed up right now, ready to shake a lot of hands and dance with a bunch of princes and dukes and god know what else but you can’t help but take care of a few things before you enjoy this night. You were signing some last minutes contracts and reading proposals when you heard a soft knock from your door, “S-sorry. Come in” you see your boyfriend dressed up in a tux, looking so handsome. He smiled at you before he enters and closed the door behind him, “well you look dashing” you put your pen down and crossed your arms.

“I’m here to pick you up your majesty, the guests are waiting downstairs and your grandfather-“

“Oh he’s here! Perfect!” you exclaimed and express your excitement upon hearing that your grandfather is here. You haven’t seen him for a very long time and you have lots of stories to tell him. “Oh shit- by the way. Lucas, uhm… Can you zip my dress, I forgot I unzip it because it was uncomfortable. Stupid ball gowns” you said, turning your back to Lucas and waiting for him to take care of your zipper. But before he zips you up, he kisses your exposed shoulders and massaged them.

“Don’t forget to have fun tonight okay? I’ll be watching you like a hawk the whole night- well actually, not you. The men that will dance with you tonight” Because Lucas has no rank or title, he can’t earn a dance with you because it’s against the conditions that your father gave.

“All done your majesty,” he says and stepped back to open the door for you.

Every Christmas Eve, throwing an extravagant ball has been your family’s tradition for centuries. It is known by royalties across the globe and this fancy Christmas party is actually part of your kingdom’s history. Different respective kings, beautiful queens, annoying princes and princesses, dukes and duchess are invited and all are here not only to have fun but also here to talk business with you.

The night goes on, dancing with a few guests before you meet and spend some time with your grandfather. You wanted to whine and complain to your assistant but she’s just doing her job so you shrugged it off. “How many more left?” you asked while waiting for the next Prince to ask to dance, “two more your majesty. Your grandfather is next after this” you smiled and thanked her, giving a bow to the next prince who’s about to dance with you. And the moment you lift your head to meet his eyes, you thought you were dreaming.

For a moment you forgot proper princess etiquette and gave Hendery a tight hug, shocking everyone at your behavior but they’re even more shocked about Hendery’s appearance. ‘The son of the dead king has finally shown himself’ you hear everyone murmur around you but you don’t care. You smiled so big seeing that handsome face again. He kissed your hand and asked you to dance which you accepted gladly, now that Hendery is back and you’re all dressed up wearing your tiara, you feel like a real princess finally meeting his prince in a storybook.

“Where have you been?” you whispered to him.

“I’m sorry I left you like that, I was devastated” he whispers back as you two dance in the middle of the ballroom with the other royalties, trying so hard to hide the excitement. While you were dancing with Hendery, you remember that handsome smile that made your knees weak, his sweet gestures to prove his feelings for you, and your promises to each other.

Is it really true that first love never dies or your love for Hendery was just too strong that it never died?

When Hendery was about to hand you over to your grandfather, your father and mother came out of nowhere with your younger sister on their side. Is it because they’re happy to see Hendery too? Or are they going to press you regarding the arranged marriage again? You cling to your grandfather as you get nervous but careful not to show it. “Ah! Hendery welcome back! How was your time in the army, good?” your father exclaims. So all this time he knew where Hendery is.

“I had a hard time your highness, but I made it back in one piece” Hendery answered and made a small joke that made you all giggle and let out a small laugh. Oh you missed him.

“Hendery, I want you to meet Y/n’s younger sister” you watch him kiss your sister’s hand, “and also your future bride to be”

You were completely taken aback by what you just heard and the words that came into your head were, ‘I thought you were mine’ but you didn’t speak your mind and listened further to what your father is saying. But as you listen more, you feel like your dress was becoming tighter and tighter in every second that you can’t breathe anymore. “She will be your queen in your kingdom, and Y/n will be an independent queen here” your father explained proudly.

“But she’s too young” you pointed at your sister but you see how your sister’s eyes are sparkling. Too late. You thought. You watch her be charmed by Hendery’s visuals, that damn smile captured your sister’s heart in an instant.

“Hendery can wait until his bride is in the right age to be married, right son?”

“Of course your highness, it’s my duty” he answered confidently.

After the unexpected talk, you excused yourself, went to your room, and breathed outside on your balcony. You can’t forget your sister’s face as she looks at the man you used to kiss and you used to love. She has no idea what controversy she will face in the future, she is so young and blinded by infatuation…Or maybe you’re being like this because you’re jealous.

“Believe me I’m just as shock as you are”

A familiar voice made your heart race and your body stiffen in no time. You turned around secretly hoped that you’re wrong, but you will never forget his voice and also how his mere presence makes your heart excited. “How did you get in here?”

You hear him scoff and stood behind you, “We used to make out a lot in your room-and mine too of course. I still remember the way to your room by heart” he looked up the stars to stop himself from looking at you. You looked so beautiful tonight that he can’t stop blushing and admiring you.

You were silent. Mainly because you don’t know what to say and you’re not sure what to feel either.

“It’s going to be fine” with all his courage he tried hugging you like how he used to when you were only teenagers. But you pushed him away and stepped away from him. Hendery felt a slight pang in his heart, he never thought that you could do that to him.

“Were not together now don’t you get it? You were gone for years Hendery, a lot has changed”

“You’re hurting me, this is not our fault we love each other what's wrong with that” he reasons out, trying to lower his voice because someone might hear him.

“Loved. Past tense. My sister likes you and you are arranged to be married to her Hendery” you close your eyes as you remember what happened again earlier.

“If I have known that life will take you away from me, I shouldn’t have wasted my time and showered you with love and affection when we were young”

With a heavy heart, your first love left you in the cold night with a confused mind.

ACT 3

To make it up with your grandfather, you spend Christmas morning with him while drinking tea by the palace garden and telling him numerous stories about Lucas…and also your talk about Hendery last night.

“Don’t do something stupid that your future self with regret” he says, stirring his coffee and chewing his bread with jam. He was talking about cheating, he didn’t tell you exactly but you get it. “Did you tell your boyfriend already about what you felt upon hearing your sister’s engagement?” You shook your head and see your grandfather get disappointed but he understands that everything that’s happening now is not easy for you.

“He’s away, for now, left first thing in the morning to go to Hong Kong for his family” you felt hopeless again.

“Oh everything will be fine. I’m sure he will understand, that man is wise. I’m rooting for him” he says like Lucas is his son.

“What- really not Hendery?” you let out a laugh because your grandfather is cute.

“Nope. Now, don’t ask me why. Figure it out yourself” he winks and continues to eat his breakfast.

As days go by without Lucas, you and Hendery continue to meet each other accidentally whenever he visits your sister. You’re a busy woman, but your mind seems to have time to think whether they kissed already, hold hands, or admitted their feelings to each other if there's any.

You saw flowers on your way to your office and you thought that maybe it's for your sister, from Hendery and you can’t help but to get envious and jealous. He used to give you flowers back when you were in high school and now… he’s doing it to your sister too.

While you were reviewing proposals, you got a phone call from your personal phone and it's Lucas which you’re very excited to answer. “Hey” you singsong, putting the phone between your ear and neck while you continue to scan through papers.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch, everything okay back there?”

No. You wanted to tell him that you’ve been having these weird feelings towards Hendery. “No, baby. Everything’s fine, I’m working now… As usual- how's everyone there?”

“They miss you. They wanted you to visit next year” he says, breathing deeply before he continues. “Listen, I want to stay here for a little longer. I miss them too you know-“

“And it’s fine! Baby, I understand. You’ve done so much for me already, go and be with your family” you felt guilty for caging Lucas in your country. Even though he’s the one who wanted to stay here, still. You can feel that he’s homesick sometimes.

After working in your office, you went straight to your room and purposely skipped dinner because you knew that Hendery is still here. When you opened your door, the same flowers that you thought Hendery gave to your sister is sitting on your coffee table with a small envelope that has your name on it.

Dear Y/n,

Back when we were in high school, I gave you a single rose for Valentine's day and I told you, “Let’s grow up first”

Now that we're all grown up, and still obviously madly in love with each other, I will not hold myself back from loving you. Not anymore.

I’m sorry for leaving, please give me a chance and meet me at the back of the palace at midnight. I’ll be waiting.

Bold of him to think that you’re still madly in love with him. How can he say that?

You look at the letter as you grow weak and let yourself flop on your couch, face first and still undecided if you’re going. Frustrated and guilty, that’s what you’re feeling ring now. Frustrated because you don’t know what to follow, your heart or your mind. Guilty because your heart says you should go.

At the end of the day, you find yourself walking in the dark on your way to the back of the castle to meet Hendery. Hugging yourself as you cling more in your thin cardigan, trying to keep yourself warm as you feel your heartbeat faster by every second you come closer to the meeting spot. You see Hendery at the back of a thick tree, face illuminated because of his phone screen. “Oh you’re here. Sorry I was about to ring your phone” he admitted.

“Why am I here? What do you want?” You asked in the softest way possible. He saw that you’re shivering and invited you to go around the tree. There you see a blanket and small pillows and the lake was perfectly lit by the moon. What a beautiful view. And while you were admiring the view, you feel him place his jacket around you and motions you to sit on the ground with him.

“Please for once let’s pretend I didn’t leave you. I didn’t want my father to die, I didn’t expect our kingdom to suffer. And you’re the only good thing that’s left to me. So please”

You looked at him for a second that soon turned into minutes. You bit your lower lip and you remember that you weren’t mad at him for leaving, so why are you mad at him now?

Slowly, you accepted the warmth that he offered and sat close to him, sharing the blanket and keeping you close. “You’re here to hear me apologize sincerely” he gulps before he starts talking and explaining why he left, looking into your eyes so you know he’s telling you the truth. He told you that his father’s last will is for him to join the army and to be a soldier because in his father’s eyes he’s not yet ready to be a young king so he didn’t have a choice but to leave.

You were heartbroken while hearing his part. “I was never mad at you for leaving. I was worried about you”

He smiled sweetly at you. The kind of smile that makes your body warm and heart flutter, he pulled you close and you let him. “I know. Mother told me you were looking for me, but she can’t tell you anything. I told her I’m the one who should tell you someday. I’m sorry” he embraced you tightly, his cheeks resting on your shoulders. And right then and there everything is clear to you. You still have feelings for him.

“What are we gonna do now? My sister, Lucas” you asked him as you rake away strands of hair from his face.

“I’m not in love with your sister” he admitted without hesitation.

“But I love Lucas” there’s that guilty feeling again. You feel your heart breaking for Lucas, he doesn’t deserve being cheated on like this.

“I thought you were mine” he whispers. And even if it's a whisper the hurt was obvious from the sound of his voice. He didn’t see it coming. He didn’t think that this will be more complicated than he imagined.

“Funny. I thought the same thing when my father told us you're enggaged to my sister” you admitted and scoffed.

“Give me a chance to win you back. And if you're not coming back to me, just let me be with you for a little longer. I beg you”

There was a moment of silence and Hendery understands that you needed that silence to think, “Okay�� you said. And saying ‘okay’ never felt so wrong. You cupped his face and tried to turn this moment around, “what's it like to be away from home?”

“Sad. I think of you every day and of course my family but they get to see me but you... not even a picture just our memories in my head”

Now that Hendery is a prince slash soldier, you remember the Nutcracker story your grandfather used to tell you for bedtime. That’s when you realized that you and Hendery are truly made for each other.

But you have Lucas...

As your night with Hendery continues and makes up for lost time, the emotional reunion turned to giggles and laughs when your time together has ended. He invited you over to his own house for a date since he can’t take you out like he used to, and reminded you that you gave him a chance to win you back, and thanked you.

On the next day, your mind was blanked. You can’t believe that you’re cheating on Lucas and have been refusing to answer his calls.

Days went on like this until you’re not awkward with Hendery anymore and you’re comfortable again around him. He showered you with love, you accept it wholeheartedly. Every day was sweet with Hendery even though you’re both aware of the future consequences but no one seems to care for now.

You go to his place and spend time with each other, whether talking the whole night and telling each other stories, him making you giggle and laugh with your legs on top of his thighs while you both sit on his couch enjoying a glass of wine or whenever you’re busy reading something or you brought a little work at his place and he can easily take your stress away by making you laugh.

Today, you came early and decided to cook for him and have dinner together. You don’t know but Hendery is leaning on the door frame of his kitchen with a flower in his hand, watching you chop some peppers in his kitchen. He felt like he finally won you back. Just seeing you hum while you prepare dinner makes his heart so happy. He then walked slowly and hugged you from behind, resting chin at the top of your shoulders, and showed you the flowers he has for you.

You smiled so big, dropping the knife on the chopping board and turning around to give him a kiss.

That’s your first kiss again.

He was shocked but you did it again. You realized he was trying so hard that he’s slowly being successful in winning you back and you’re actually scared of the future but he makes you happy.

“What? It’s not like we haven’t kissed before” you touched his lips and felt his embrace tightens every second. “Dinner in 30 minutes” you smiled and went back to finish chopping the peppers and finding a nice vase for the flowers he gave.

After dinner, a few glasses of wine, cheese, and grapes, you and Hendery are buzzed and talking about work as prince and princesses while enjoying the view from his couch. The lights are turned down low and you didn’t even notice at first but the mood has been making you horny even though your topic was stressful and your minds are clouded with alcohol. You don’t know what came into your head but you sat on his lap with lidded eyes, touching his body feeling his hard rocked abs through his white dress shirt.

He giggles and laughed at you. He’s so fucking handsome when he does that. “Seriously you have to stop you will embarrass yourself in the next morning,” he told you to stop but he fixed the way he sits and made sure you were comfortable on top of him. He teased you more, smiling so handsomely and making your heart flutter.

“I'm not that drunk just buzzed. Want me to prove it?” You challenged with a flirty tone that turns him on.

“Mhmm. Okay,” he tilts his head and waited for this proof you were saying.

“I still remember how we sealed our promises with a kiss. Like that day when we promised to be each other’s first and last” your fingers went up to his hair, ruffling his soft black hair and massaging his scalp.

You don’t know what happened but the mood changes and he’s avoiding your eyes. ”I’m sorry,” he says.

“No no don’t be, you’re here now make it up to me” you kissed his neck while he gets drunk even more because of your kisses. Your hands are placed on his neck like you’re telling him you still belong to each other, rolling your hips slowly to make him horny as much as you are.

“Did you have sex with anyone already?” his question made you stop what you’re doing to him and pulling away from the kiss to look at him, you thought he didn’t like what’s happening. But to your surprise his lips went to your neck, kissing you softly but full of lust. You feel his warm tongue just below your jaw and it felt great.

“Lucas, how about you?” You moaned out, shamefully.

Usually, his heart will hurt whenever you mention Lucas, but he’s the one kissing you now. So instead of getting hurt, he smirked. “A couple of girls. Life can be stressful I need an adult stress release. Any kinks?”

“Not that I know of? You?”

He stopped and looked at you to tell you the story. “Well remember when we were making out and I accidentally saw your breasts?” you nod at him, “I think I developed some kind of breast kink and I always imagine that I’m having sex with you instead of a stranger” he admitted and looked at you clothed breast right now. “That's how much I miss you” he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and went back to leaning comfortably on the couch. He got shy but he can’t stop looking at you.

To be honest your heart swells knowing that he desperately wants you like that. As quickly as you can, you untuck your blouse and removed it in front of the prince. “You can experience the real thing tonight “ you intertwine your hand with his and slowly placed it on your breast.

Breathing heavily. Both of you. You’re like teenagers who are just about to have sex for the first time.

He sat up to meet your lips and kiss you the way you deserved to be kissed, slowly you feel his hand travel to your back to unclasp your bra. You removed and fed his lust, revealing your breast to him for the first time. Hendery was so nervous that his hands are shaking when he removed strands of hair away from your face and held you on your shoulders, slowly he lowered your body on his and started kissing your collar bones and chest before he proceeds to your breast.

It was quiet and all he can hear is your moans and the sound of his wet kisses. You wanted to tell him that his lips feel great against your skin, and simply tell him to fuck you already. When his mouth finally reached your hard nipples and bit them softly, you parted your lips and your arms swings around him and push his head to your breast even more. You noticed he knows how to use his tongue, you figured he has been doing this to someone else for years and years while the whole truth is he always wanted to do it to you. The way he flicked his tongue brings you back to reality and when he sucks your nipples good your grip on his hair tightens and when that happens he bites your nipples again to make you shiver. This man is good.

He placed his hands just below your boob area to hold you still while he does whatever he wants to your breast. Sucking, pinching, bitting, and kneading. Everything felt good and your moans are good proof. With his strength, he got up from the couch and carried you to his room while you kiss with lust. He lay you down on his king-sized bed and kissed your body down while unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down until you’re only wearing your panties. Hendery then unbuttoned his dress shirt in between your spread legs, kneeling in front of you, stripping until he’s only wearing his boxers briefs. He situates his body on top of you grinding on your clothed private parts, hands all over each other’s body. He then went back to kissing your nipples and sucking them but little did you know Hendery is just distracting you while his hands are slowly coming down inside your panties.

With a great shock, you closed your eyes and parted your lips as you feel Hendery’s cold fingers slide up and down on your wet slit while his mouth is still sucking your nipples. It was a whirlwind of feelings, everything felt good, and seeing Hendery enjoy turns you on too. By the time you had your first orgasm, shaking and body so sensitive with swollen nipples, Hendery was kissing you softly and asking you in the most innocent way if you’re okay. The sound of his giggles makes you calm, the way he whispers soft praises beside your ear while his hands roam freely around your body. Truth is he’s genuinely happy right at this moment because he doesn’t need to imagine anymore.

He went back to kissing your body down until he reaches your wet core and licks it up and down for a while before he lines his cock. In between your widely spread legs, you watch Hendery lick you good and feel him moan from time to time. “Hendery” you called him, kneeling in between your legs in an instant, flashing his beautiful body to you. His skin is flawless, strong arms, perfect abs, and of course, fucking beautiful smile. Everything about him makes you weak right now that you just opened your legs, reach for hard cock, and line it to your entrance yourself. “Woah” he giggled and stopped you, “Okay calm down, I’ll fuck you good I promise” he pumped his cock in front of you and lines it immediately just how you want it and slowly enters you. He wasn’t big like Lucas but he kept his promise, he fucked you good.

So good that you asked for more as you grip his Egyptian cotton sheets and let your body be dragged with every hard thrust he give you.

So good that you asked him to go slower because you don’t want it to end yet.

So good that you asked him to cum inside you and asked for another round.

On your third orgasm, your hole is dripping with mixes of your cum and Hendery’s while the handsome prince is kissing your neck as you come down from your high. “I love you” he whispers but he was too late, you were sleeping soundly already, arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled and kissed you one last time before he pulls out and cleans you up.

He didn’t sleep that night, he just watched you sleep beside him. Let you cling to him in the middle of the night, watch you roll in his bed and expose your body, but of course, he’s quick to cover you again. And when the time comes, he wakes you with kisses on your shoulders, embracing you tightly and kissing you more.

“Wake up” you hear him whisper and you try to open your eyes the moment he told you so. You see his window, it was still dark so you closed your eyes again. “Want to watch the sunrise with me? You’re going to love it” he went down from his bed and opened his curtains so you can have a full view of the sky while you enjoy your comfort in his bed. You sat up and waited for him to join you again and stay warm together. Slowly, you see how the sky became pitch black to deep blue to light blue until you can see the pretty view outside his house. It was calming. He was holding your hand the whole time.

After watching the sunrise with him he fell asleep while holding your hand and you think he’s cute for having a tight grip even though he’s sleeping. While he was sleeping, it’s now your turn to admire his handsome features and watch him sleep before you start your day and make breakfast.

You hate to admit it but it looks like he has completely won you over.

“You look good in my dress shirt” he greets you good morning and kissed you on your temple while you set the table. You feel his hands in your hips, slowly coming down to your butt, and realized that you’re only wearing his dress shirt and thin panties. He still can’t believe that this is all happening, “are you real?” He whispers.

“Yes. Now come on, I have a meeting with the parliament. Need to go home and get ready” you eat some fruits as you scan your schedule for the day and there you see it and completely missed it.

Lucas went home last night. And you left your personal phone in your car. Fuck you said to yourself but didn’t show it to Hendery.

Leaving this morning became harder than you expected and you spent a total of 20 minutes kissing and flirting with Hendery before you finally open the door.

You went on with your day and made an excuse to Lucas as to why you didn’t pick him up at the airport last night. You were at your office with stacks and stacks of paper works and you weren’t even acting stressed when he came in because you were indeed stressed with everything.

“Oh baby, I’m really sorry” you greet him with a kiss and left everything on your desk. Lucas saw how stressed you are so he understood immediately and didn’t even bother asking. “You’re coming home to me tonight right? I missed you” he added and pouted like the big baby that he is.

“Uh-huh. Of course yes, I’m all yours” you smiled and he hugged you so tight before he leaves you to work again.

“Of course. You’re always mine” he said and kissed you goodbye.

The nights are cold for Hendery when Lucas got back because he can’t get a hold of you. No text, no call, no email. No nothing. And once again, he was heartbroken and he felt like he’s losing you again.

When he visited your sister a week since the last time he saw you, Hendery saw you with Lucas and didn’t even think of taking another glance. He had all these emotions ball up in his chest and he needed to release them.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were visiting today” your sister was surprised and invited him into her room. When she turned your back at him, he saw your figure in your sister. He’s back to imagining girls to be you, he’s back to that sick habit of his. But he can't help it. Effortlessly, he flirted with your sister, and surprisingly your sister was horny. Very horny for Hendery. One thing led to another and the next thing he knows he’s fucking her hard from behind kissing her shoulders and imagining that it’s you.

“What’s that noise” you murmur to Lucas while you were having a nap with him. Lucas giggled and whispered back, “I think Prince Hendery paid her a visit and... you know...” he was giggling and keeping you close to him as he went back to his nap, completely clueless that you’re hurting.

Everything that you and Hendery built from the past few days falls down when you came to his house and had your first fight.

ACT 4

“You didn’t call! Or texted that he’s already back you just left me hanging!”

“And that’s a good reason to fuck my sister?”

“It just happened!”

“Bullshit!” You shouted back. Louder than before, completely overpowering his shouts. With all his bravery, he got you a glass of water, came closer to you, and caressed your shoulders to keep you calm.

“I fucked up and I’m sorry, please,” he says sincerely.

Then you realized something.

“You don’t have to say sorry to me. It’s okay if you and my sister fucked because someday you will be married to each other. Were the ones cheating”

He listened to every word you said and begged you to take it back because he’s losing you again. When you finally said, “let’s end this Hendery. Do you want to have more fights like this in the future? What will you feel if I tell you that me and Lucas fucked last night-“

It was like thunder, disturbing the silence of his quiet house when he grabbed the glass of water and threw it in one corner.

“Exactly my point. We don’t belong to each other anymore. I’m sorry”

“Y/n. Please-“ he begged once again but you just repeated everything you said and left him.

The end.

It was the end of your story with Hendery.

But just as you thought that you’re done handling one heartbreak for the day, you’re wrong. Lucas called to tell you the news that your grandfather had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital.

After everything that happened on that day, you never made peace with Hendery and never talked to him again. Lucas saw you at your lowest and took care of you every day after the funeral and never left your side.

Months passed by quickly and Hendery is staying in your palace as per your sister’s request and continue to ignore each other for safety. Sometimes you greet each other for formality but never as friends and as past lovers. Lucas is not stupid to not see what’s happening.

Two months before your coronation day, you were sitting on your throne with your leg up and pouting as you’re thinking if you’re really ready to be a queen. You see Lucas enter the hall but you did not move an inch. He sat on the cold floor in front of you, reaching for your hand and kiss it.

“I miss him, I wish he could see me as a queen” tears started to fall but Lucas is quick to dry them.

“He saw you as a queen already even when you were only a little girl” you understand what he said and you’re thankful for him for not leaving you at your lowest and choosing to be with you even though he found out about you and Hendery. “So... I wanted to do this, while you’re still you. And not...the queen” he says awkwardly and pulls out a small red velvet box.

But you sit properly and stopped him from opening it and saying the question that will change your life, “how can you stay to a woman who cheats?”

“Your grandfather told me love is patient. I had a meaningful talk with him, you’re right he’s wise. He told me you love me and he said if one day you do something stupid and wrong, which turns out you did... He told me ‘check your heart if you still love her, and if you still do marry her and don’t ever let her go again’"

Tears started to fall from your eyes again. “So will you marry me Y/n. Let me be the one to dry your tears forever?” He let out an awkward laugh, nervous about the next thing that will come out of your mouth.

“Yes, of course, yes” you cup his face, and this time you’re the one to dry his tears away.

Little did you know that Hendery heard everything. And he is beyond heartbroken.

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sometipsygnostalgic · 3 years

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adventure time wizard city liveblog

well here we go

my last adventure time liveblog, i havent actually done one of these in MANY years... probably not since 2014

this takes place at the same time as obsidian?

DID-- DID CHOOSE GOOSE JUST DIE

DID BUFO JUST KILL CHOOSE GOOSE

yeah i know that’s bufo, they only made it enormously obvious, tsk tsk

@spaceacepearl joked about us seeing choose goose get sent to hell but i diDNT EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN

This music is i assume by one of the many musical artists Adam Muto listed on twitter, it rocks. It’s not as hardcore as Obsidian’s intro, but it’s suitably chill for the scene.

“get offa my bus kid”

Those wizards in the left and far right groups appear to be new!

OH MY GOD--

HELP?????? NEW PROFILE PIC TIME

HAHAHAHAH

THE MUSICAL CON DID ME GOOD, I DID REALLY LOUD AUDIBLE LAUGHTER

i bet hanna and co had fun making these signs

my favourite is the cat with “FAMILIARS HAVE RIGHTS”

cadorka..... wow

We’re not even four minutes into the ep and peppermint butler has already killed someone in front of a large group of witnesses

“this smells of DARK MAGIC” “yall kids know thats illegal right” peps watches the other kids nod before later joining in, LOL

i cant believe pep started the great gum wars and got killed by golb

SOMEONE has been playing Overwatch...

i-- i still cant believe choose goose is fucking dead

how long was he stuck in hell for, or was that recent to together again after new death showed up

i have to admit im not a big fan of spader, too perfect, and not in that funny way either. i hope they give him some characteristics that make him stand out.

im getting flashbacks to OK KO and Owl House here...

Cadebra using music is a reference to Abracadaniel’s love of interpretetive dance in Play Date.

“they only laugh because youre different” “i know” “SO STOP BEING DIFFERENT” oh my god it’s like talking to my own parents cadebra is actually... a LOT like me, less in her hyperactivity but more in her nonchalant enthusiasm and almost acceptance of the inevitable bullying because it means more time in people’s consciousness

ahhh - it’s quietly revealed here that she is responsible and a skilled magician, she is just bored of magic! i like that she parents abracadaniel instead of being downtrodden by his ramblings.

PEP NO--- oh i see the problem, he hasn’t got his Bug Milk... sorry Martin Olsen fans, no Hunson today. At least we get one more Phil Face for the road!

candy people in their natural habitat

Ahhh that’s Doctor Calidoneus! The voice actor was at the recent Distant Lands panel alongside Pep and Blaine’s actors.

“pretty sure hes just trashcandy” - i like you, sassy antler lady

the mystery of how he gets clothes

and once again spader is proving to be the most irritating distant lands character of the lot, there is no subversion here. where is the subversion?

NANI

what is going on here? are pep and peppermint the same person or not? im sure they must be, but there is something going on here with peppermint butler’s soul being trapped in the body of his child self who hasn’t got the same memories.

OH, HYNDEN WALCH DID A NEW LINE yes this is what im here for, special over

peppermint butler cursed himself... of course he did - Shado was correct!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ROCK STUDENT, BLESSED ROCK STUDENT, WAS THAT POOR GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A JAWBREAKER

love the reference to astral plane, of course pep cant astrally project because cursed pep is still inside of him

wow, blaine, wow

they have a crush

LITTLE DUDE! COLE SANCHEZ!

i love the dynamic between cadebra and abracadaniel, imo so far it’s the heart of the special. im not really gripped by peppermint butler’s school troubles. i imagine someone else probably will be but i want to run past that shit as far as possible.

TRDGFYGHJH

WE MADE A PREDICTION THAT WAS JUST LIKE THIS

PEPPERMINT BUTLER GETTING TURNED INTO THE FOUR COMPONENTS OF PEPPER MINT BUTT LURE WAS IN THE WIZARD CITY PREDICTIONS ART DRAW THAT HASNT BEEN POSTED YET

ILL SHOW YOU WHEN NICK POSTS THE VIDEO and then ill tell you who made the prediction because i... think it was nick himself, insanity

who plagiarized finn’s signature???

turns out pep really DID take over wizard city!!!!

i love this band

i understand your pain peps

you probably have a bit too much in common with your mother, and i imagine it isn’t easy being turned into a kid and not being able to do stuff that came so easy. you’re disappointing yourself! (he’s literally disappointing himself)

I’m less than halfway through the special, what the fuck. I wasn’t wrong when I said Wizard City had a lot on its plate. It’s noit that I’ve been particularly gripped up to this point, though to be fair I didn’t pause at all during the other specials barring Obsidian.

that... that poor kid is still a rock

and then the preview happened and bufo casually revealed to the audience that, yes, he killed choose goose

i dont know whats happening with pep but it seems he needs to be exorcised of... pep. which is a shame. i hope they learn to coexist.

i have to say the background work in this special is really good! like, really damn good.

WHAT

DID SPADER JUST DIE

IS THIS WHY PEOPLE THINK PEPBUT KILLED HIM

oh thats right - abracadaniel is cadebra’s uncle! this must be abracadniels sister. sorry, folks, he doesn’t fuck.

Where are they? Is this anywhere near Wizard City? It’s an unpopulated prewar wasteland.

THESE ARE JUST HUMANS

OF COURSE SHE WANTS TO PERFORM TO MILQUETOAST HUMANS

my child

is this an art style choice or did they get the people from that one studio to make this

HANNA FINALLY GETS TO FULFIL HER DREAM OF INSERTING KANEDA INTO ADVENTURE TIME

the red jacket he wears and his head pill shape is a big kaneda reference actually, which i suppose makes sense considering he’s a rival to our protagonist, but it’s a bit on the nose

bufo killed one of his own students? but why????

“MY UNCLE’S A COP”

“no one likes a rat”

i actually really like blaine, though im confused. did their VA change halfway through the special?

HOW NATURAL, NO WASTE, IT IS AN ENDLESS CHAIN

did doctor caledonius steal the trophy,,,?

EVIL SNAIL EVIL SNAIL

MONMSTER HUNJTER DISCOVERY NOISE, this time it’s a tetsucabra

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I HAVE QUESTIONS

god i wish this is what this special was about, i miss adventure time

these remind me of the comics with their art style :) i wonder who designed them? the one on the right with pb and pep, in particular, very comics-y.

fdgfhgf because he’s like 500

“pep can be kind of a jerk but he wouldn’t kill anyone”

sorry, cadebra, i have news for you

is doctor calednoius the true villain? if bufo’s out of the picture, she MUST be,

ANTS

oh no, he might gbe stuck in wizard city :(

HELP

the writing on the wall...

SPADER LITERALLY FUCKING DIED OH YM JESUS CHRIST

PEPPERMINT BUTLER’S OWN CULT????

THIS IS JUST OK KO NOW

okay im not surprised all the teachers at wizard city are cultists in worship of peps, maybe they killed spader and bufo because they bullied peps T_T

wait no, they thought spader had the potential, but sadly not

HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF

sorry, i was distracted by the pretty dope fight sequence and now the special is over????

fucking jesse, hes probably at least partly responsible for the cult nonsense

This credits art is by Maya Petersen!!!! Holy shit it’s adorable!

LRETGFDRGTFGMHGFHFG

LEAF MAN

DO YOU THINK THEY PUT HIM IN RETROSPECTIVELY

DO YOU THINK MAYA PETERSEN DREW THIS AND ADAM PUT IT IN THE EP RETROSPECTIVELY

HE LIVES

MAYBE THIS IS WHY CHOOSE GOOSE WENT TO HELL

okay, it’s over :)

first thoughts out of the way: not a big fan of this special. it’s like watching a completely different show. it’s not got the PZSHAHH of the normal wizard city stuff and there weren’t a lot of funny jokes or even hearty moments in the thing.

it suffers from a lack of invested character interactions, much like BMO did. there was not a single main cast member in the whole thing! and like i said before, much of peppermint butler’s character in the show is based on his very sweet relationship to his mother, princess bubblegum, so when they showed a single (hilarious) photo of them together it made me sad we didn’t get any scenes with them together. it would have STOLEN this episode. and they teased the hunson golf photo, and death!!! and jake appeared in a photo T_T last jake appearance.

it also suffers because Peppermint Butler is clearly not himself, imo he was way more entertaining in the Together Again special, where we seem him back to his “normal” self.

i dont think peps being a dark wizard was something to “kill off” exactly. i wonder what was going on there? was that actually peps, or was that a spirit he cursed himself with based on himself? we at least know in the future he does become a dark wizard again, and even princess :) this special didn’t answer those questions but lol.

THE GOOD STUFF, because yes, there was a lot of good stuff!

God, I’m with Aracle and Maya on this - I LOVE Cadebra and her relationship to Pep. I wish she was even in more of this - I would love to watch the adventures of Cadebra and Pepbut in their first year of school, like in the end credits.

That, imo, is where the heart of the special lay - Peppermint Butler’s attempts to impress himself, versus Cadebra’s self acceptance and desire to follow her dreams of being a goofy goober, no matter what other people thought of her.

It turned out that Cadebra is a responsible student and family member. I really liked that. Her scenes with Abracadaniel were, somehow, my favourite in the entire special!

I like that theres a lot of cool magic towards the end of this special, and a lot of HORRIFYING DEATH. It wouldn’t be adventure time if you didn’t randomly kill off child characters. Poor Spader, I hated you but damn, what a grim fate.

I like that Bufo and Caledonius had this crush/hatred thing going on, but they were part of the same cult in the end.

I didn’t like the giant peps scene at the end, the monster was extremely milquetoast compared to the madness we usually get in AT. Obsidian, for example, had the awesome Larvo design. Nemesis had some INSANE dark magic!!!! I wish they drew more from that episode.

Considering how much Steve Little appears in this special, I do feel bad for Mace (little Peps). He said he would have really benefitted from coaching, but recieved none. He had to re-record his lines 3 times! Judging from his description of events, Wizard City was a hard time for him.

The wizard school did remind me, heavily, of both The Owl House and OK KO. Personally I was hoping AT would offer me something more insane, but I do love both of those shows, and I know Wizard City was on a really tight schedule.

I think they should have spent less time on the school bullying plot, and skipped straight to MURDER.

We did have a cold opening, not on par with Together Again’s at all, but damn!

I am wondering where I would put this in the watch list? I do think it should sit after Obsidian as the third special. The intro scene makes it clear this takes place at the same time as Obsidian!!!

Well, that was it, the last ep of AT for the next few years at least T_T

i think together again was the better finale, definitely. but wizard city feels pretty detached from AT for me, despite the familiar characters it tonally isn’t like the show other than the awesome brutal death scenes. I thought the last 11 minutes was easily the best in the special! Which, honestly, is how it should be, though I do wish it gripped me more. Maybe I’m just not the target audience for Wizard City? It feels like something I would find very compelling if I was a bit younger!

#adventure time #wizard city #atimers

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 3 years

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Disney but just the Queer Mood™ Songs, a full Spotify Playlist

Open to updates should anyone notice a song I missed!

Tracklist with specific lyrics that fuck us all up under the cut:

KEY: A general list of which songs resonate with people. The 🏳️‍🌈is for general songs; if you relate to a song but don’t see ur emoji beneath it, send me a message and I’ll add it!

🏳️‍🌈 General Queer Anthem 🌈 Gays specifically have related to this song ❤️ Gay Men specifically have related to this song 🧡 Lesbians specifically have related to this song 💕 Bisexuals/Pansexuals specifically have related to this song 💜 Asexuals/Ace-spectrum people specifically have related to this song 💚 Aromatics/Aro-spectrum people specifically have related to this song 🤍 Trans people have specifically related to this song 🖤 Nonbinary/Genderqueer people have specifically related to this song 💗 Polyamorous people have specifically related to this song

Know Who You Are - Moana

🏳️‍🌈

They have stolen the heart from inside you But this does not define you This is not who you are You know who you are...

I Wonder - Sleeping Beauty

🌈🧡

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why each little bird has a someone To sing to, sweet things to, A gay little love melody I wonder, I wonder, I wonder if my heart keeps singing, Will my song go winging To someone, who'll find me And bring back a love song to me...

Mother Knows Best - Tangled

🏳️‍🌈 honestly this is just... a general song for some of our shitty relationships to guardian figures...

It's a scary world out there Mother knows best One way or another Something will go wrong, I swear

Me, I'm just your mother, what do I know? I only bathed and changed and nursed you Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it Let me die alone here, be my guest When it's too late You'll see, just wait Mother knows best

Don't forget it You'll regret it...

Dangerous to Dream - Frozen Broadway Production

🏳️‍🌈

I can't be what you expect of me But I'm trying every day with all I do and do not say Here on the edge of the abyss Knowing everything in my whole life has lead to this And so I pull inside myself, close the walls, put up my guard I've practiced every single day for this So why is it so hard?

I can't dwell on what we've lost And our secrecy and silence comes at such a cost

I wish I could tell the truth Show you who's behind the door I wish you knew what all this pantomime And pageantry was for

It's dangerous to wish I could make choices of my own Dangerous to even have that thought I'm dangerous just standing here for everyone to see If I let go of rules who knows how dangerous I'd be?

Reflection - Mulan

🏳️‍🌈🤍🖤- literally everyone requested this. everyone. so im just copy-pasting the entire lyrics sorry not sorry

Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect bride Or a perfect daughter Can it be I'm not meant to play this part? Now I see that if I were truly to be myself I would break my family's heart

Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried When will my reflection show who I am inside?

How I pray that a time will come I can free myself From their expectations On that day, I'll discover someway to be myself And to make my family proud They want a docile lamb No one knows who I am Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide? Must I pretend that I'm Someone else for all time? When will my reflection show Who I am inside? When will my reflection show Who I am inside?

Everything I Ever Thought I Knew - Tangled: The Series

🏳️‍🌈 when u realize u might not be straight lol

I thought no one could love me And how could I have known? I was wrong, oh so wrong

Everything I ever thought I knew Where I've been, where I'm going Everything I counted on turned out to be untrue Could've guessed, should've known, now I do

If none of it was really me then who am I supposed to be?

I guess I'm someone else now I wonder who I am

God Help the Outcasts - Hunchback of Notre Dame

🏳️‍🌈...yeah. yeah

Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to You Still, I see Your face and wonder Were You once an outcast, too?

God help the outcasts, hungry from birth Show them the mercy they don't find on Earth God help my people, they look to You, still God help the outcasts or nobody will

I ask for nothing, I can get by But I know so many less lucky than I Please help my people, the poor and downtrod I thought we all were the children of God

Belle (Reprise) - Beauty and the Beast

🌈 when a cishet thinks ur interested smh

Madame Gaston! Can't you just see it? Madame Gaston! His little wife No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it I want much more than this provincial life!

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere I want it more than I can tell And for once it might be grand To have someone understand I want so much more than they've got planned...

Part of Your World - The Little Mermaid

🌈 SO many people requested this one guys it’s not even funny

Wandering free, wish I could be Part of that world

Betcha on land, they understand Bet they don't reprimand their daughters Bright young women, sick of swimming Ready to stand

When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love, Love to explore that shore up above?

One Jump Ahead (Reprise) - Aladdin

🏳️‍🌈

Riff-raff, street rat I don't buy that If only they'd look closer

Would they see a poor boy? No, siree They'd find out There's so much more to me...

Proud of Your Boy - Aladdin Broadway Production

🏳️‍🌈❤️🤍

That I've been one rotten kid Some son, some pride and some joy But I'll get over these lousin' up Messin' up, screwin' up times...

Water flows under the bridge Let it pass, let it go There's no good reason that you should believe me Not yet, I know, but

Someday and soon I'll make you proud of your boy Though I can't make myself taller Or smarter or handsome or wise I'll do my best, what else can I do? Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you...

Someone’s Waiting for You - The Rescuers

🏳️‍🌈

Be brave, little one Make a wish for each sad little tear Hold your head up though no one is near Someone's waiting for you

Always keep a little prayer in your pocket And you're sure to see the light Soon there'll be joy and happiness And your little world will be bright

Have faith, little one Til your hopes and your wishes come true

Stick to the Status Quo - High School Musical

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 YOU ALL KNOW EXACTLY WHY THIS IS HERE

No, no, no, stick to the stuff you know It is better by far to keep things as they are Don't mess with the flow, no no Stick to the status quo

Into the Unknown - Frozen 2

🏳️‍🌈

I can hear you, but I won't Some look for trouble while others don't There's a thousand reasons I should go about my day And ignore your whispers which I wish would go away

I've had my adventure, I don't need something new I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you

Or are you someone out there who's a little bit like me? Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be? Every day's a little harder as I feel my power grow Don't you know there's part of me that longs to go

Where are you going? Don't leave me alone How do I follow you Into the unknown?

Go the Distance - Hercules

🏳️‍🌈

I have often dreamed of a far off place Where a great, warm welcome will be waiting for me

And a voice keeps saying This is where I'm meant to be

I am on my way, I can go the distance I don't care how far, somehow I'll be strong I know every mile will be worth my while I would go most anywhere to find where I belong

Tomorrow - Annie

🏳️‍🌈 - betcha didnt know disney had an annie movie did u

The sun will come out tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow There'll be sun

When I'm stuck in a day that's gray and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin and say, oh, The sun’ll come out tomorrow So you gotta hang on til tomorrow, come what may...

Learn Me Right - Brave

🏳️‍🌈💜💚

Though I may speak some tongue of old Or even spit out some holy word I have no strength with which to speak When you sit me down and see I’m weak

We will run and scream you will dance with me We'll fulfill our dreams, and we'll be free We will be who we are, and they’ll heal our scars Sadness will be far away...

Strange Sight - Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast

🏳️‍🌈

You stand in the light You're wrong, but you're right And my heart's beating wildly Strange how I'm scared but delighted Afraid, but excited too

I will understand you Strange how I'm drawn to the danger I reach out my hand to you

If you're caught in the shadows and turned all around Lost in the darkness, you will be found If you hear my voice, follow the sound Cause I'm here to guide you home...

I Don’t Dance - High School Musical 2

🌈 ❤️ 💕 okay so if you weren’t here for the high school musical tumblr revival you may be confused but listen... it’s about being mlm...

Step up to the plate, start swinging

I wanna play ball Now that’s all, this is what I do It ain’t no dance that you can show me

I’ve got what it takes playin’ my game So you best skin that pitch you gonna throw me, yeah I’ll show you how I swing

I can prove it to you ‘til you know it’s true Cause I can swing it, I can bring it to the diamond too You’re talking a lot, show me what you got Stop, swing!

Kiss the Girl - cover of The Little Mermaid

this version is sung by a girl so 🧡💕

There you see her, sitting there across the way She don't got a lot to say but there's something about her And you don't know why, but you're dying to try You wanna kiss the girl

Yes, you want her Look at her, you know you do It's possible she want you too There is one way to ask her...

Can You Feel the Love Tonight - The Lion King

🏳️‍🌈

An enchanted moment And it sees me through It's enough for this restless warrior Just to be with you

There's a time for everyone if they only learn That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors When the heart of this star-crossed voyager Beats in time with yours

And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight? How it's laid to rest It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best

Beauty and the Beast - Beauty and the Beast

🏳️‍🌈- a lot of queer people tend to empathize with “beastly” characters so we all latched the fuck onto this movie huh

Just a little change, small to say the least Both a little scared, neither one prepared

Ever just the same, ever a surprise Ever as before, ever just as sure As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time, tune as old as song Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change Learning you were wrong...

Healing Incantation - Tangled

🏳️‍🌈🤍🖤

Heal what has been hurt Change the fates' design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine

So Close - Enchanted

🏳️‍🌈🌈

A life goes by, romantic dreams will stop So I bid mine goodbye and never knew So close was waiting waiting here with you And now, forever, I know All that I wanted to hold you so close

Oh, how could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now?

So close to reaching that famous happy end Almost believing this one's not pretend Let’s go on dreaming though we know we are So close, so close, and still So far...

If Only - Descendants

🏳️‍🌈🌈

A million thoughts in my head Should I let my heart keep listening? Cause up 'til now, I've walked the line Nothing lost but something missing I can't decide what's wrong, what's right Which way should I go?

Every step, every word With every hour I'm feeling in To something new, something brave To someone I've never been

Will you still be with me When the magic's all run out?

If only I knew what my heart was telling me Don't know what I'm feeling Is this just a dream? If only I could read the signs in front of me I could find the way to who I'm meant to be

Wherever You Are - Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin

🏳️‍🌈- out of context could be interpreted as romantic, esp since the credits version is a duet (🌈 💕) but the original context is friendship so honestly it’s very 💜💚

I'm out here in the dark, all alone and wide awake Come and find me I'm empty and I'm cold, and my heart's about to break Come and find me

I need you to come here and find me Cause without you, I'm totally lost I've hung a wish on every star It hasn't done much good so far I can only dream of you

But when the morning comes and the sun begins to rise, I will lose you Because it’s just a dream, when I open up my eyes, I will lose you

I used to believe in forever, But forever is too good to be true I've hung a wish on every star It hasn't done much good so far

I don't know what else to do Except to try to dream of you And wonder, if you're dreaming too Wherever you are

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) - Hercules

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 💕

If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that

Who d'you think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heaven to ya Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through ya Girl, you can't conceal it We know how you feel And who you're thinking of

I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming "Get a grip, girl!" Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling

This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love

At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love

Endless Night - The Lion King Broadway Production

🏳️‍🌈🤍 🖤

Where has the starlight gone? Dark is the day How can I find my way home? Home is an empty dream, lost to the night Father, I feel so alone

When will the dawning break, oh, endless night Sleepless I dream of the day

I know that the night must end And that the sun will rise I know that the clouds must clear And that the sun will shine

Set Yourself Free - Tangled: The Series

🏳️‍🌈🤍

There's much more inside of you than anyone can see And now the choice is yours Life waits beyond the doors So step on through, the time has come And only you can set yourself free!

No one else can tell you what to do Or who to be! No one gets to say if you will stay or go

Look inside your heart and find the key... And set yourself free!

Bound up by your worries Trapped by your mistakes Forced to play a role you never chose Why not test your limits? You've got what it takes Let it out and follow where it goes

No more letting someone else define you to a "T" You know that you are strong You've known it all along So seize the day, let down your hair You’ll find a way to set yourself free!

So look to the horizon Open up your wings! Fly away to find your destiny... And set yourself free!

Speechless - Aladdin 2019 Remake

🏳️‍🌈 ALL OF US ALL OF US

Here comes a wave meant to wash me away A tide that is taking me under

Cause I'll breathe when they try to suffocate me! Don't you underestimate me! Cause I know that I won't go speechless!

Written in stone, every rule, every word Centuries old and unbending "Stay in your place, better seen and not heard," Well, now that story is ending

Try to lock me in this cage! I won't just lay me down and die! I will take these broken wings And watch me burn across the sky!

I’m Still Here (Jim’s Theme) - Treasure Planet

🏳️‍🌈❤️🤍

I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms

You don't know me And I'll never be what you want me to be

And what do you think you'd understand I'm a boy - No, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me, cause I’m not here

And I want to tell you who I am Can you help me be a man They can't break me As long as I know who I am

They can't tell me who to be 'Cause I'm not what they see Yeah, the world is still sleepin' While I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies That I'll never believe!

Crossing the Line - cover of Tangled: the Series

🏳️‍🌈 🧡 tfw when u are DONE with that fuckin closet

This has to stop now This thing where you think that you've been my friend And don't even hear how you condescend The way you've always done

How I've tried to jump that great divide! But I've never got the chances you were given You don't know how much I've been denied Well, I'm not being patient anymore

I'm crossing the line! And I'm done holding back So look out, clear the track, it's my turn! I'm taking what's mine Every drop, every smidge If I'm burning a bridge, let it burn! But I'm crossing the line...

Let it Go - Frozen

🏳️‍🌈 listen. i do not have to explain this one. you all know exactly why it’s here. we were all tiny gays in 2013 losing our shit in the theater for no discernable reason why. we know

Couldn't keep it in, Heaven knows I tried

Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know Well, now they know!

Let it go! Let it go! Turn away and slam the door! I don't care what they're going to say!

It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all!

No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free!

I'm never going back, the past is in the past!

Let it go! Let it go! And I'll rise like the break of dawn Let it go! Let it go! That perfect girl is gone!

This is Me - Camp Rock

🏳️‍🌈 🧡 💕 🤍

I've always been the kind of girl that hid my face So afraid to tell the world what I've got to say But I have this dream right inside of me I'm gonna let it show it's time To let you know It's to let you know

Do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark? To dream about a life where you're the shining star

This is real, this is me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now Gonna let the light shine on me Now I've found who I am there's no way to hold it in No more hiding who I wanna be...

Breaking Free - High School Musical

🏳️‍🌈 🖤

You know the world can see us In a way that's different than who we are Creating space between us 'Till we're separate hearts But your faith it gives me strength Strength to believe

Soarin, flyin There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach If we’re trying, yeah we’re breaking free We’re running, climbin To get to the place, to be all that we can be Now’s the time, so we’re breaking free

True To Your Heart - Mulan

🏳️‍🌈 🌈

Baby, I knew at once that you were meant for me Deep in my soul, I know that I'm your destiny Though you're unsure Why fight the tide Don't think so much Let your heart decide

True to your heart You must be true to your heart That's when the heavens'll part And, baby, shower you with my love Open your eyes Your heart can tell you no lies And when you're true to your heart I know it's gonna lead you straight to me

Someone ya know is on your side can set you free I can do that for you if you believe in me Why second guess what feels so right Just trust your heart And you'll see the light

Never Knew I Needed - The Princess and the Frog

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 💕

For the way you changed my plans For being the perfect distraction For the way you took the idea that I have Of everything that I wanted to have And made me see there was something missing...

My accidental happily ever after The way you smile and how you comfort me with your laughter I must admit you were not a part of my book But now if you open it up and take a look You're the beginning and the end of every chapter

You're the best thing I never knew I needed So when you were here I had no idea You'd be the best thing I never knew I needed So now it's so clear I need you here always

Colors of the Wind - Pocahontas

🏳️‍🌈 - colors.... rainbows.... yea

How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know...

You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

How high will the sycamore grow If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether we are white or copper skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colors of the wind...

I See the Light - Tangled

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 - you would not BELIEVE how many of y’all requested this one

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight Now I'm here, suddenly I see Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be

Now she's here shining in the starlight Now she's here, suddenly I know If she's here it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go

And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted

All at once, everything looks different Now that I see you

Strangers Like Me - Tarzan

🏳️‍🌈 🤍 🖤- that moment when u find another queer person and ur like “holy shit”

I can see there's so much to learn It's all so close and yet so far I see myself as people see me Oh, I just know there's something bigger out there

Come with me now to see my world Where there's beauty beyond your dreams Can you feel the things I feel Right now, with you Take my hand There's a world I need to know...

Why Should I Worry? - Oliver & Company

🏳️‍🌈- we’re queer, we’re here, get used to it

Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime But I got street savoir-faire Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just be-bopulation And I got street savoir-faire

Why should I worry? Why should I care? And even when I crossed that line I got street savoir-faire

Welcome - Brother Bear

🏳️‍🌈 pride parade amirite

Everyone's invited This is how we live We are here for each other, happy to give All we have we share And all of us we care

There's a bond between us nobody can explain It's a celebration of life We see our friends again I'll be there for you I know you'll be there for me, too So come on!

This has to be the most beautiful The most peaceful place I've ever been to It's nothing like I've never seen before When I think how far I've come I can't believe it And yet I see it In them I see family I see the way we used to be...

The Great Divide - Tinkerbell and the Secret of the Wings

🏳️‍🌈

I'm on your side Let's take this ride And together we're facing the world Doing things nobody's done before And the great divide doesn’t seem so wide anymore

With You by My Side - Tangled: the Series

💗 - tangled the series was so close to being canon polyam istg

Now; now more than ever We must stick together united

If we're destined to head in our own different ways Let's make the most of these sweet final days Why not go out in a glorious blaze

There's nothing I couldn't do Not with you by my side What in the world would I do Without you by my side...

Love Will Find a Way - The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride

🏳️‍🌈 🌈

In a perfect world One we've never known We would never need to face the world alone They can have the world We'll create our own I may not be brave or strong or smart But somewhere in my secret heart

And if only they could feel it too The happiness I feel with you

Like dark turning into day Somehow we'll come through Now that I've found you Love will find a way I know love will find a way

Space Between - Descendants 2

🧡 never have i ever seen gays flock to a song faster

And you can find me in the space between Where two worlds come to meet I'll never be out of reach Cause you're a part of me so you can find me in the space between You'll never be alone No matter where you go We can meet in the space between

Even if we're worlds apart You're still in my heart It will always be you and me, yeah

If I Never Knew You - Pocahontas

🏳️‍🌈🌈

And if I never held you I would never have a clue How at last I'd find in you The missing part of me...

In this world so full of fear Full of rage and lies I can see the truth so clear In your eyes So dry your eyes

If I never knew you I'd be safe but half as real Never knowing I could feel A love so strong and true

I thought our love would be so beautiful Somehow we'd make the whole world bright I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong All they'd leave us were these whispers in the night But still my heart is saying we were right

I’d Give Anything - Tangled: the Series

🧡 rapunzel’s sad breakup song

So if you find that you're in darkness or despair Though you won't turn to me please know I'll be right there Name any sacrifice, I'll pay the price that's due Cause I'd give anything for you Yes, I'd give anything to relive everything we knew...

Someday - Hunchback of Notre Dame

🏳️‍🌈

I used to believe In the days I was naïve That I'd live to see A day of justice dawn And though I will die Long before that morning comes I'll die while believing still It will come when I am gone

Someday, when we are wiser When the world's older, when we have learned I pray someday we may yet live To live and let live

Someday, these dreams will all be real Till then we'll wish upon the moon Change will come, one day Someday soon...

No One Is Alone - Into the Woods

🏳️‍🌈

Mother cannot guide you, now your on your own. Only me beside you, still you're not alone. No one is alone. Truly, no one is alone…

People make mistakes Holding to their own Thinking they’re alone

Someone is on your side, someone else is not While we’re seeing our side, maybe we forgot They are not alone, no one is alone...

I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors) - Moana

🏳️‍🌈 🤍 - it’s about the self-acceptance binch

Sometimes, the world seems against you The journey may leave a scar But scars can heal and reveal just Where you are

The people you love will change you The things you have learned will guide you And nothing on Earth can silence The quiet voice still inside you

I've delivered us to where we are I have journeyed farther I am everything I've learned and more Still it calls me

And the call isn't out there at all, it's inside me! It's like the tide, always falling and rising I will carry you here in my heart, you remind me That come what may I know the way

Show Yourself - Frozen 2

🏳️‍🌈 - this one was claimed immediately by the queer community and we all have a stake in it but i do want to point out that i got this from a LOT of 🤍 🖤 💜 💚

I have always been a fortress Cold secrets deep inside You have secrets too But you don't have to hide

I've never felt so certain All my life, I've been torn But I'm here for a reason Could it be the reason I was born? I have always been so different Normal rules did not apply Is this the day? Are you the way I finally find out why?

Oh, show yourself Let me see who you are... Come to me now Open your door Don't make me wait One moment more!

(Come, my darling, homeward bound) I am found!

Transformation / Beauty and the Beast (Reprise) - Beauty and the Beast Broadway Production

🏳️‍🌈

We are home, we are where we shall be forever Trust in me, for you know I won’t run away from today This is all that I need, and all that I need to say Don’t you know how you’ve changed me? Strange how I finally see I found home, you’re my home, stay with me...

Finale / Let it Go - Frozen Broadway Production

🏳️‍🌈 this makes me bawl so it gets finale

There’s so much I longed to say Then say it all, beginning with today It’s like a dream I thought could never be Elsa, you’re free

Here we stand in the light of day Let the sun shine on

I take this warmth within and send it up above Goodbye to dark and fear, let’s fill this world with light and love And here surrounded by a family at least We’re never going back, the past is in the past

Let our true love go Let it go!

#disney #disney songs #queer #lgbt #lgbtq #mine

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ryuijsakamoto · 4 years

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I just would like to take a moment to talk about my fave headcanons i have for all the characters

Akira:

he is the most OVER DRAMATIC bitch on this earth

he definitely did theatre at some point in his life

after his arrest he sometimes gets really nervous and has trouble conveying his words. he stumbles over them and cant convey his point well

ann and haru like to braid his hair sometimes

when he was younger he faked not being able to see so he could get glasses, it didnt work tho

so hence now he wears fashion glasses

he had braces in middle school

there is One(1) picture of middle school akira. One

he 1000000000% believes in ghosts and has since he was a child

aliens though? not real.

takes lots of selfies when he moves back and sends them to his friends often

biggest flirt but if u flirt back with him he. Dies cannot talk his face is fully red and hes hiding behind his hands

takes every opportunity to visit his friends

claims hes not a sap but futuba swears she saw him crying over a handwritten thank you card from ‘’that one arcade kid names the kind or smth’’

Ryuji:

when he was a kid he has a fluffy mess of hair similar to akiras and it was the cutest thing ever

he needs reading glasses but no one knows because hes embarrassed by them

he likes to doodle on papers, hes not an artist but he likes to make dorky quick drawings in the corner of his paper

he has trouble focuing sometimes and likes to tap his foot silently or draw lines on paper to help him focus

calls yusuke and akira pretty boy by habit, it started as teasing but then it just became a Habit

he keeps every gift his friends give him and therye very dear to him

he has akira help him dye his hair

when one of his friends is gone / in danger he doesnt dye his hair again until he knows theyre safe

his mom sewed his purple jacket for him herself

he likes to cook and bake

he hold his bros..bro come cuddle me...he very affectionate with his friends and casually touches like hugs, hands over shoulders, etc.

sings to himself when hes alone

Ann:

she has a pretty popular instagram account

she has really bad handwriting

like ryuji, very affectionate

she loves beanies and wears them especially in the snow

likes to make pointless arguments with ryuji sometimes, stuff like is water wet?

likes to curl her hair over breaks, thinks it looks cute

she loves to watch sappy romance and drama shows / movies

she stress eats

hates when people attack her friends on her instagram

she has pet fish

she picked up gardening from haru, its only a small plants and she forgets to water it sometimes but shes trying her best

Yusuke:

he is secretly a sucker for cutely decorated sweets

he had a small anime phase, not that he told madarame, but he has a box full of his old anime drawings and he will Never show them to anyone

he, like ryuji, sometimes drawes in the corners of his papers

unlike ryuji his are more detailed n not as dorky, its usually a detailed flower pattern or something of the sorts

he straightens and dyes his hair

his room? full of art pieces and posters u cannot see his original walls

he always has his phone on dnd and forgets to check it for days sometimes

he has 5 pairs of the same shirt, each one for a different occasions (they all look the same though...we dont ask why)

when he gets too worried over his art and stuff usually his friends will drag him out of his room and make him go eat with them

his friends pictures in his phones are hand-drawn little sketches he did

when hes concentrating really hard he puts his bangs into a ponytail so they dont fall in his face

so clumsy. he trips over everything

Makoto:

got through school before highschool without having to study

is not good with change

loves cute plushies and clothes

is Tired please give her a break

when Sae notices shes overexerting herself she makes sure to leave some of makotos favorite food and a small note for makoto on her bed

she just loves her sister very much

actually really likes spicy foods

u mention around her youre having trouble in school? not getting enough rest? forgot your lunch? Mom Mode Makoto activated

when shes alone she can curse up a storm

likes to play poker

is really good at talking to people and keeping up frienships

after highschool she is always busy u wanna hangout? she has 2 available days for the next 5 months

Futuba:

she has braces. she despises them

a very picky eater

sometimes she falls back into her old habits of hiding and isolating herself, when that happens shes learned to text someone and they sit outside her door and talk to her untill shes feeling better

cries easily, especially over characters and shows

has a phantom thieves fan account

when morgana and akira move away she gets a cat plushy because she misses her friends

shows everyone so many fun online things, discord? they have s discord gc because of her

akira has to remind her to drink water and fix her posture too much

wants to cosplay

shes really nervous for her first day of school but joker texts her all throughout the day even if he got in trouble for it

surprisingly a morning person

Haru:

she Runs on caffeine

likes to spoil her friends, yusuke spent all his money again? heres enough to get home and also buy a 3 course meal

works at a plant shop even though she doesnt really need to because she loves being around plants

plays piano and cello

touch starved pls hug her PLEASE

likes to fish

cutest laugh please protect her

also dabbled in acting, though hers was more classical stuff like shakespear

she loves golf and swimming

knows how to fight and will do so if needed

she bullet journals

Akechi (in general + if he got to stay with the pt):

actually doesnt have a strong opinion on pancakes, just was really feeling like eating pancakes that day when he overheard morgana

he loves the praise he gets but the spotlight is exhausting

shido told him long hair didnt look good on him once so now he refuses to cut it out of spite

loves to watch gordan ramsey, thinks its hilarious

Bottles up his emotions like crazy

actually really caring towards his friends, always checking up on them and making sure theyre taking care of themselves

loves shit talking his dad, esp with ryuji haru and yusuke who join him and shit talk their own father figures

he wears colored contacts

writes poetry, no one knows this though

cannot back down from a bet, tell him that he wont eat that spoonful of wasabi? hes choking it down with tears but at least he proved you wrong

kinda very incredibly petty

a big fan of mythology, he looked into it after getting his loki persona

loves movie dates with the phantom theives

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Cori's Tale (Pt.1)

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I was never much for listening to the old stories they told us about monsters and humans fighting. It wasn't that I didn't care- I just had better things to do, like drawing. I had a black backpack with gold spikes for all my sketchbooks and drawing materials, I never leave home without it. The other kids at school think it's weird, I've never taken the thing off since I got it, but I like it! That's all that matters.

Oh, how rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself have I? Cori Sable, resident nonbinary disaster child. Not that it's of any consequence what my gender or lack thereof is, after all I'm only twelve years old aren't I.

But back to the important stuff! I live in a community of lots of people, it's fun, we get along pretty well when people aren't calling me names or telling me the backpack I wear is pointless and stupid and I should just get rid of it.

If I had to complain about anything, it would be the fact that no one seems to notice how many kids go missing at Mt. Ebbot every year. Every year some kid gets dared to climb it, and every year they don't come back. With the way the other kids look at each other sometimes, I worry they know exactly what they're doing when they send someone up there.

"And that's the story of how the humans were victorious in the Battle of Mt. Ebbot," the teacher closed her book, placing it on a shelf next to her. I hadnt heard a word of what she said, not that it mattered since I already had the whole thing memorized to begin with. I glared enviously at the back of the room, where teenagers sat on their phones, willingly able to ignore the story and not get in trouble. We werent allowed to get phones until we were fourteen, and even then we had to get jobs first, and recite the story of monsters vs humans. I don't think I'll ever get a phone, I'm terrible at doing work for one. For two the way everyone here tells the story of our fight seems very biased, it's almost like they didn't try to cooperate with the monsters at all, just maim and kill and lock away where no one else can find them. It's rather rude in my opinion, monsters just seem like weaker magical humans, they just look different and have a different culture, I don't see what's wrong with that.

Of course, bringing this up would be a detriment to my already tediously hanging reputation here. A kid who isn't well liked would be ill-advised to go spouting off about how monsters and humans aren't so different, about how maybe if we'd shown a little mercy we wouldn't be in this situation.

See, we used to be able to live in separate houses, used to be able to get stuff whenever we wanted. But it turns out a lot of that was because if decent trading with monsters, and of course, no monsters, no nice things. Not to mention, going through an entire war is hardly good for anyone involved, it's actually probably the worst possible event to go through. That's what led us to here, with so many orphans the human race decided "why not just make all children orphans" and took us away from our parents nearly as soon as we were born to be raised in these communities, only able to escape once we prove sufficient enough to survive on our own.

I'll probably never get out, they'll kick me out at twenty-one of course, but the problem with that is, I don't think I'll get the hang of life by then, or ever really. There's just to many things to learn! How to drive a car, how to use a phone, how to get a job, how to talk to people, it's all way to much. And with no one helping me out, I'm basically trying to operate a plane where all the buttons are the same color and the switches don't have labels.

Recess was my least favorite part of the day. I used to like it, but now I get pushed off of everything I try to use. On top of that, recess is when The Choosing happens. If you haven't figured it out yet, that's when someone gets dared to climb a giant mountain or risk being labelled a coward and ostracised, one time a kid refused and they got them kicked out entirely!

"Cori!" I heard a rough grumbling voice call my name. I turned to face the girl, her name was Ulana, and she was the one who decided what happened to all of us. Red hair braided behind her back, Jean's ripped in so many places it couldnt possibly be intentional, the only thing scarier than her was the twin brothers that always followed close behind. Sora and Pevril were oddities of their own, with Sora having black and blue eyes and Pevril being abnormally tall for a child. They were of course, only scary when around Ulana, other than that, I didn't see them as much of a threat, sometimes it even seemed like we could be friends.

"What is it, Lan," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't call me Lan," growled the girl, she was nearly a foot taller than me, and almost old enough to age out of the community to. But she was looking for a reaction, and I learned long ago that I should never give one to a bully, not if I had any self-respect.

"Right, well what do you want then?" I tilted my head to the side, focusing more on the sound of children playing in the distance than Ulana.

"I bet you can't climb Mt. Ebbot and survive," I froze for a second. I was aware I wasn't well liked, but perhaps i should've paid attention to just how deep that disdain went.

"And if I don't accept?" I said, digging my feet into the ground.

"Then I'll take that nice backpack of yours and chuck it in with the next kid, and you'll get kicked out," I wrapped my hands around the backpack straps subconsciously.

"Fine, I'll play your game, but if I do make it back, you can't send anyone else down ever again," I said, looking her directly in the eyes. There was a glint there, one I that sent shivers down my spine.

Mountains were, of course, cold, but my legs had a weird relationship with temperature. I had a blue and indigo striped hoodie on, one with little grey horns at the top, and black shorts with black boots. The ever important backpack was still tossed over my shoulders, sketchbook and art materials jostling around inside.

I reached the top of the mountain soon after, there was a crater at the center. I thought to myself for a second, whether Ulana had mentioned anything about going into the mountain, or if I could go home saying I had climbed it myself. I was in fact, so caught up in this decision, that I was caught off guard by a light shove from behind, and sent hurtling down the crater, my backpack clutched to my chest.

I landed, miraculously, in a pile of soft flowers, that seemed to cushion my fall.

I couldn't tell where I was, just that I was really far down, and the sky was really far up. I made the decision to keep walking.

After a few mere seconds of this I came across a patch of grass, where an orange tree stood at the center. I paused for a second before realizing- the tree had a face.

"Howdy! I'm Orangey, Orangey the orange tree!" It spoke, in a voice that sounded cold and calculated.

"Uh- hi- I'm Cori- the not orange not tree-" I said, doing a sort of two-finger salute in return.

"You're new to the underground arentcha?" Said Orangey, I nodded in response.

"Let me help you," suddenly something jumped out in front of me. It was glowing, different shades of pink blue and yellow faded in and out of what looked like a heart.

"This is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!" Said Orangey, he seemed unphased by the tri-color phenomenon of it.

"Your SOUL can get stronger when you gain LV, that stands for LOVE," he said. I wasnt sure that sounded right, Love didnt seem like the kind of word one would need to abbreviate.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through friendliness pellets," spinning orange shapes appeared on all sides, I eyed them suspiciously "Go on! Catch as many as you can!" Said the tree. I chose to go the opposite route, backing away as the shapes closed in on me.

The tree's expression changed, it was one of anger and hatred "Smart kid, aren't you," its voice was deeper, less calculated, more angry and bordering on psychopathic.

The pellets surrounded me on all sides, preparing to close in. The tree began to laugh, a cold and unfeeling cackle that sent a chill down my spine. The pellets were inches away from my skin, when suddenly they'd disappeared, the tree was gone. Something- no- someone- walked out if the shadows. He was tall, with white fur and horns, and a tossle of light brown hair at the top of his head, adorned with glasses, a blue shirt, khakis, and a grey cardigan.

"What a cruel creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth," he spoke in a softer voice, one that reminded me of how the guardians back at the community spoke to the younger children.

"I am Patton, caretaker of the ruins, come with me, I will keep you safe," Patton held a hand out, I accepted it after a few moments hesitation. Patton walked with me through an archway, into an elaborate structure, covered with vines and flowers. I felt something spark in me, I thought back to the sketchbooks in my backpack.

"Can I sit down for a second? That was a little scary," I said. Patton smiled and nodded, setting himself down in a pile of flowers between two sets of stairs. I sat down as well and pulled out a sketchbook, beginning to draw the things surrounding me.

"Oh! An artist!" Patton said excitedly.

I smiled and brushed it off slightly "Not so much artist as bored little kid with to much creativity," was my only reply as we sat there, trying to ignore the things my head was telling me.

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elijahfitz · 4 years

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and introduction.

meet elijah.

hey guys! im lina! im 18 and im in the cst timezone. im currently a freshman in college and ive also been rping for like 6 years now ( i started on the neopets chat boards. if thats not an embarrassing fun fact idk what is ) but i havent rped since this summer since school was and still is kicking my ass. im really into musical theater, marvel & dc, and disney! i also used to be a lifeguard at a great wolf lodge for 2 years so if u want any funny stories about stupid children, or even just wanna be friends, lmk! im also SUPER sorry this intro is so late. i was gonna do it yesterday but then my friends wanted to hang and it kinda went downhill from there. im actually posting this like 20 min before i have a lab practical so i wont be able to reply until late tonight, but like this post to plot or anything!

some fun facts abt elijah:

he was adopted when he was around 3-4? he was abandoned and left on the back of a merchant cart headed to corona, where he was then discovered and then put into the local orphanage since no one was sure where he came from or who left him. all he had was a stuffed bear (named wooly), a basket of water and fruits to eat, and a letter that explained that:

his name was elijah

he was 2 (born on february 28th)

his parents couldnt care for him, so they hoped he would be found by a kind soul who could either take care of and love him, or else get him to someone who could

they loved him and only left him in the hopes that he would have a better life

he lived in the orphanage for almost 2 years and the few months before the 2nd anniversary of his arrival, rapunzel & eugene visited the orphanage that eugene grew up in and fell in love w/ eli, promptly adopting him soon after. he barely remembers anything about his abandonment and time in the orphanage, but always wanted to find his birth parents and let them know how he turned out. he kept the bear and basket in his room but carries the letter around with him in his wallet wherever he goes.

his full name is elijah frederic fitzherbert. he was given the middle name frederic in honor of his grandfather.

but, he much rather prefers eli. doesnt mind formalities but insists on people who know him to call him by his nickname. except he HATES being called “highness” bc he thinks it sounds stupid. he wont get upset per se if u keep referring to him as “your highness” but he will get annoyed

he very much wants to fulfill his role as “corona’s golden boy” by contributing back to his people. he worries for the kingdom more than he worries for himself and is always trying to prove that he is worthy of being a prince rather than just some random kid who got lucky enough to get adopted. most of his days are spent doing modest favors and helping out the townspeople or visiting the villages surrounding the kingdom.

when he’s in the castle you can almost always find him in the kitchen! boi loves to bake and cook. he loves the way food can bring joy to everyone. he often makes goods to give to the townspeople or the kids at the orphanage, where he volunteers at least every 2 weeks when hes not busy w prince stuff.

has an acute fear of disappointment. he feels so much pressure to prove his worth that came from growing up thinking if he did anything wrong he’d be sent back to orphanage, esp since his parents had another child. they wouldn’t want or need him anymore. he mostly got over this when he broke a vase when he was 12 and tried to run away from home, except he fell out the tree that he used to climb out his window and broke his leg lmao. his parents assured him that no matter what he did they would still love him and never abandon him, and his dad also taught him how to climb trees and roofs without dying (much to his mom’s chagrin). even tho hes pretty much over it, it kinda lingers subconsciously. thus, he overcompensates in everything he does and gets overly anxious about small problems

growing up he thought the stories that his dad told him about his past were so cool, despite the fact that he would almost always only hear those stories when he was being taught lessons of what he shouldnt do. he used to run around pretending to be flynn rider and his dad played along, planning play heists for them to do together (think scott & cassie in that one scene from ant man and the wasp) but they stopped when eli hit that age where he thought it was embarrassing to play w his dad. but, it really helped him bond w eugene and help him work on his coordination bc eli is CLUMSY AF

eli legit trips over nothing at least twice a day.

he bonded w his mom through art tho, which eventually turned into aesthetic desserts and meals! thats another reason why he loves baking and cooking so much.

when his 1st sibling was born when he was 5 at first he was jealous. he didnt get much attention at the orphanage due to the fact that there were so many kids and he was just starting to get used to the idea of having parents didnt have tons of kids always trying to win their affection and attention. he thought having a little sibling was the worst thing in the world and would hide from his parents bc if they couldnt find him they couldnt send him away. he hated his sibling.

until he met them. the second he saw their chubby face he was hooked. he swore that he would do anything and everything for them. and that continued when his parents adopted his other siblings as well. he absolutely adores them and acts like the protective older bro role

thankfully, with such a large age gap eli never rlly had to go through any of those petty squabbles that siblings usually have. he was always pretty protective of them tho and would fight when he thought they were being reckless and dumb out of his own fear that if they got hurt he would be an awful big brother (again, fear of disappointment)

he loves to travel bc his mom would always take him to these extravagant kingdoms and on these amazing sightseeing trips

this boy is hopeless when it comes to love. i can imagine lots of ppl liking him on top of all the ppl throwing themselves at him bc royal, but him being completely oblivious and thinking that no one likes him.

he had rlly bad ADD as a kid but its gotten better as hes grown. he still occasionally struggles w executive functioning tho and always gets rlly frustrated when he cant focus or remember

like i said earlier, clumsy af. no coordination. the only athletic ability he ever had was horse riding and running

that said he has a horse named may (short for mayonnaise. dont ask

he likes music a lot. prob learned piano at a young age

he probably is at the party bc royals? idk

EDIT: although (currently) unknown to eli, his true birth mother is maleficent. when eli was 2, his birth father took him away from her and had her suppress eli’s natural born powers. his father realized he was unfit to care for him, so he was the one who abandoned eli.

wanted connections!!

obv his parents and siblings? i mean cmon

one ( or both???? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) of his birth parents!!!!! they dont have to know that eli is their son or mayb they do and are too scared to tell him, but being trapped together will eventually make it revealed

childhood friends! people he met when he traveled w his mom or met at royal social functions? i rlly also want friends that he would hang w at all the royal galas and stuff and they would go do dumb stuff like look sneak out and look for secret passages of make bets of who could dump more crab cakes into the stuffy duchess’ purse when she wasnt looking

people who know him solely through his family

someone who likes eli and eli legit has no clue, no matter how much they flirt and drop hints

people who hate eli! or even just dislike him, which makes him upset bc he doesnt like the idea that there are ppl who dont like him in the world. mayb bc sometimes he gets super highstrung when things arent going how they should b and he like lashed out at them once or something. maybe they hate his parents and on principle hate him. idk

someone who was w eli in the orphanage

past relationships? i feel like hes never rlly had a bad breakup tho, its just that they prob just didnt work out. hes also bi so they can b any gender. hes still looking for his otp

idk, legit anything. send me those plots man

#spelled.intro #this got LONG #i am so sorry #but hello i am lina #like to plot !!!! pls. im desperate

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totallycorrectteentitansquotes · 5 years

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no but imagine the teen titans + teen titans east + honorary titans playing spin the bottle

anarchy

(minus of course: mas y menos, the Kiddos raven watched (apparently official honorary, who knew), and mayyyybe kole idk how old she is she could be seventeen or twelve tbfh so i’ll just,,, leave her out,,, just in case)

so that’s a lot of people . and since i’m Smart™, i’m going to literally put all these dudes into a spinner and just spin it a bunch of times, and see who i get, and write about it, which is gonna be interesting, bcos the show gives many the Honorary Titans 0 personality. s c i e n c e

also this is fun so it’ll probs get long, i’ll tag the people Chosen, and if you want to see them, go for it, otherwise, scroll on duderinos

1. hot spot and lightning. im screeching this is already so much more wack than i could make on my own.

lightning would probs do this because ~earthen games brother let’s do it~ and then is hype hype hype UP until the moment he actually has to do it. can actual lightning turn pink? the answer is yes. hot spot is much better at feigning nonchalance, is internally screaming, but also, who can say they kissed nature? nobody, that’s who. it’s also lightning’s first kiss. they do it once when hot spot isn’t on fire, then someone (speedy) says he bet lightning wouldn’t do it if hot spot WAS on fire, so then they have to do it again just to prove speedy wrong. kissing lightning , hot spot claims, is weird bc lightning has no experience but there’s these little shocks that feel just so weird but good

2. Beast Boy and Speedy. oh my fuCKign goD

they would groan. loudly. and a lot. obnoxiously. “ughhhgHGHGH WHY’D IT HAVE TO BE YOU. I WOULD RATHER KISS MY OWN FOOT.” beast boy asks if he can do it as an animal (licking as kissing). the answer is no. they kiss, beast boy wipes his mouth dramatically, speedy spits. it’s not that bad, but they like the attention, obviously. bb says “be glad i didn’t cut ur mouth with my FANGS” and speedy’s like “calm down furry”. then everyone gets on speedy because he kissed the furry and he really regrets his life choices

3. Herald and Aqualad. hghkhghkfhkhkfhk

(fun fact, herald has Two Whole Sentences in personality in the wiki. therefore i am legally allowed to make up a personality for him thank you)

Herald has an initial jump at being Chosen by the Bottle but he mellows out p quick. also a little nervous about kissing some of them but aqualad’s not that bad. they have the same color scheme. it’s chill. aqualad has a whole facade that fools literally no one but herald kisses him without much fanfare. makes a joke about an underwater kiss being more romantic and speedy laughs so hard he falls over, even though it wasn’t that funny, which makes aqualad’s expression sour. but he can’t even get made at herald who’s laughing a little and is just a genuine human being, and also being mad at speedy is easy

4. Thunder and Kid Flash. cuuUUUTE

thunder i can see being all gentle giant and kid flash is so endeared by him, laughing and cracking jokes. theyre just . happy people and thunder is nervous and doesn’t want to hurt him and it’s just very pure all around. kid flash initiates it and just beams afterwards, proclaiming the two of them bros. he sits next to thunder for the rest of the night, poking him and talking to him, and thunder warms up to him and gets less nervous

5. Raven and Herald . oooh an entire canon interaction

raven wouldn’t be super hype about kissing anyone but if she chose to kiss someone it would be starfire or herald so she’s good. herald is just as laid back as ever and their kiss is the quietest yet. super chaste, basically a friend kiss (europeans do that some places, right?) honestly them together makes me happy, just two people who can bond over music and tea. everyone is disappointed at how calm it is, not dramatic at all, but it’s just like their personalities so. yes. love them.

6. Jinx and Speedy. SCREECHES

okokokokok speedy would probably pale bcos kissing,,, jinx,,, isn’t that just INVITING bad luck,,, and jinx is lowky miffed bcos the one time the bottle lands on her it’s speedy she’s kissing,,, not even starfire,,, not hot spot,, not KF,,, disappointment. they kiss and they’ll literally never admit it but it was p nice. even if speedy’s hair poofed up in response to her magic lmaoo

7. Jericho and Jinx

jinx knows exactly zero (0) about jericho but they have j names so like, ,, bros. jinx knows asl which Everyone learns at that moment (does jinx have a sister?? she does now. im making one. she has a younger sister who’s supes sweet also deaf and is living with some good yet elderly people). jericho is delighted and their kiss is actually super sweet. absolutely nothing bad happens to jericho, speedy is quaking

8. Starfire and Aqualad

im. im kindof at a loss. they’re both confused at these earthen/surface people customs. starfire’s all for kissing, she doesn’t care, aqualad kinda goes “well there’s worse people to kiss”. and after they kiss starfire just Lights Up and starts talking to him in atlantean. he’s shocked and everyone who didnt already know learn that starfire Learns Languages via kissing

9. Kid Flash and Robin. SOME GOOD OL’ BIRDFLASH

they’ve absolutely kissed before don’t @ me. they crack tons of jokes, roll their eyes a bunch, everyone hypes em up. all around good feels of making fun of friends with the assurance that they won’t take any of it harshly. robin’s like, yo, go big or go home, let’s do a spiderman kiss, and kf goes UM HELL YES?? so of course they do the spiderman kiss and it’s so funny because they’re comfy with each other and everyone is just Laughing . good times

10 (finale). Starfire and Jericho aw cuuuuute

jericho is v quiet but she loves him a whole lot. he loves her too bc she’s just so sunshiney and has bright energetic emotions. their kiss is also v chaste and calming, nobody rlly hoots or hollers it’s just soft n happy yknow?? everyone loves them. the ppl who know jericho closely know he’s so much more than the quiet dude lol but they like him a lot anyway so ?? we stan

#congrats if you read the whole thing #i did ten (10) of them #hot spot and lightning #beast boy and speedy #herald and aqualad #thunder and kid flash #raven and herald #jinx and speedy #jericho and jinx #starfire and aqualad #kid flash and robin #starfire and jericho #spin the bottle #wowie #anonymous #not a quote #teen titans headcanons #swearing

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softjeon · 5 years

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Devil’s Hand | Pt. 3

• Pairing: King!Namjoon x Jungkook • Side-Pairings: Namjoon x Jimin | Namjoon x Yoongi | Prince!Hoseok x Jungkook • Genre: Angst / Smut | Royal!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 7,8k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: alcohol, abusive relationsships, abusive behavior, (sexual) violence, major character death

↳ There had been rumors, but in the end it was not really a secret that Namjoon loved delicate and beautiful things. Especially when it came down to his lovers and his castle. It was decorated with lot of flowing, long blue curtains, colorful paintings in every room, rows of marble columns leading along every aisle. There was a large garden surrounding the palace, which was by far Jungkook’s favorite place to be – next to the king’s bedroom.

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Jungkook was looking left and right, turning the corner quickly then rushed down the corridor. A soft giggle escaped his lips, greeting a few others on his way down the stairs. When he was sure that no one else was around, Jungkook took a sharp turn, walking to the left corridor of the castle. The one side where all the guest rooms were. His breath came in short pants, his heart beating so fast, Jungkook was sure it was jumping right out of his chest. Looking over his shoulder again, he squealed when out of a sudden a tight grip on his arm pulled him inside a room.

He stayed still, his heart skipping a beat, when his gaze fell onto Hoseok’s smile. “Hey,” He breathed out, not being able to shake off his nervousness.

“There you are! I wondered what took you so long!” A guilty expression flickered over his face as he continued, “I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to come at all tonight or how late it would get and I was hungry so I got myself some food. Have you eaten yet? If not we can share. I can never finish the food here because they always bring so much. They’re probably afraid that I could cause a scene if I was still hungry - or maybe you people just eat more than we do in my kingdom.” He pinched Jungkook in the side to test his theory and then shook his head, “Although when I see how skinny you are that's probably not true. What’s your favorite food?” Hoseok lead Jungkook further into the room where there were cushions and a low table on the floor. It looked like it had already been prepared for two people and when Jungkook noticed Hoseok piped in, “Well, I was hoping you would still come so I prepared another plate just in case…”

Quickly he sat down and then watched Jungkook who seemed so shy that Hoseok reached over the table. “Please, relax. I’m not going to tell anyone. I promise. They would probably have to throw away the leftover food anyway. So, look at it as you are doing me a favor. Does that sound better? And the food is really delicious. You just have to try some.”

Jungkook was a bit hesitant, waiting and watching Hoseok take the first bite and only then allowed himself to reach for something, too. It wasn’t the first night he met up with Prince Hoseok in secret. They had sneaked into corners, or empty rooms before – always careful that no one would see. Jungkook was starting to get addicted to the rush, to the way Hoseok was flirting with him, telling him all those nice things that made him feel so good. That made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Just like Namjoon had made him feel so many times before.

It wasn’t like the king hadn’t asked for him anymore. He still did and Jungkook was there, just like the good servant he was. He still loved Namjoon. Jungkook couldn’t just stop caring about him. Instead it felt like each time he gazed up at him, his ache for him only grew stronger, his need to be held holding more power over him, making him want to lay down next to Namjoon and just never wake up again. To sleep in Namjoon’s arms forever. Unfortunately, Jimin’s visit became more regular, too and Jungkook hated it. Everything about it. Because Jimin was everything he wasn’t.

Jungkook was a little quiet, while he was taking small bites, obviously careful not to take food that was the prince’s in the first place. “Thank you for sharing your food with me. It’s more that I could ask for,” Jungkook said with a shy smile, “You’re too kind to me.”

“Jungkookie, how many times do I have to tell you to stop being so formal with me. I really like your company. So, the least I can do is give something back. And it’s not like I paid for this food. I’m just sharing. If I cooked for you, made your favorite food for dinner or took you with me to a banquet - that would be something you can say ‘thank you’ for. Though… I have to admit you’d probably prefer the latter. i’m not that great of a cook. But I have other qualities I can show you.” He winked at Jungkook before biting into a piece of chicken. “So, tell me, how long have you known the king?” He had asked for bits and pieces of Jungkook’s life before, but it was the first time he actively asked for something that involved the king. And the way Jungkook reacted would tell him if he could push further or if he had to wait and do some more flirting and trust building before he could finally get where he wanted to.

“I..I lived in the castle all my life,” Jungkook reached for the cup and sighed when the cool drink run down his throat making it so much easier for him to relax. There was nothing he needed to be afraid of. Namjoon was occupied and he had to be back in an hour or so for his duty. But until then, Jungkook could have some fun. “I basically grew up with him. We used to play as children and we even learned with the same private teacher, only at some age I started working for Namjoon, while he was still learning to become a king.” The young servant happily munched on his food, telling cute little anecdotes from his life as a kid. “My mom was the king’s father maid…so it was only natural that I would follow her footsteps. That’s all I know.”

“Oh, then you must have quite the knowledge! So much for being ‘just a servant’, hm? I knew it was just you downplaying yourself again.” Hoseok reached for a grape but instead of eating it himself he held it up to Jungkook lips who accepted it in his surprise. His fingertips just barely brushed Jungkook’s lips and he smiled. “Did your relationship with Namjoon change after he had been crowned king?” He asked casually, careful to call the king ‘Namjoon’ to make it feel more personal and less like he was asking him questions about the king. It was so easy to get Jungkook talking. He wondered why he hadn’t tried this sooner.

Jungkook almost choked on the grape, his eyes wide when Hoseok asked that question. “I…I am not sure what you mean. Of course, it changed in a way,” He pulled his legs in a little, averting his gaze, “I had to address him differently. My whole day changed when I needed to adapt to him being the king. But our relationship in general has always been close. We grew up together, you know.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, a rose color dusting his cheek. “But now let me ask a question,” He quickly turned the situation around and leaned closer to Hoseok. “What made you change?” The servant asked, eyeing the other with interest, “The last years you had been quite… childish, if I dare to say that…I recall a few memories of you acting up...something has changed.”

Hoseok sighed deeply, caught between the urge to just laugh it off and the need to play along if he didn't want to irritate Jungkook. “Honestly.. it’s something very personal.” He made a little pause to build up the tension making Jungkook think he wouldn't answer before finally continuing, “Though you told me about your childhood so I’ll tell you about mine. My father, the king, always had high expectations. I could never meet them, no matter how hard I tried. So, I revolted as a teenager, I just didnt give a damn. Or at least that's what I tried to make myself think. In reality I probably wanted someone to take me aside and ask me what’s wrong, to help me instead of the constant threats and yelling and all the punishing. But it only made things worse. And now my father is getting old as you might have heard and while this is unfortunate enough I realized that I’ve done nothing to prove myself worthy as potential king. So, if someday my father has to resign I want to be sure that the kingdom is in safe hands. Cause no matter if my father loves me or not - I do love my kingdom.”

Jungkook looked at Hoseok in awe, reaching out for his hand in the process. He believed him. Every single word. He had no reason not to. “I am glad you found your way. I am sure you will be an amazing king and rule your country wisely.” Jungkook couldn’t keep from smiling, keeping his hand on Hoseok’s for a little while longer. His skin was so soft and Jungkook would have loved to lean in if he’d only hold his cheeks, come closer and…his heart skipped a beat. Was he already daydreaming about kissing the prince?

Shaking himself out of his small daydream, Jungkook got up from where he sat. “I…ehm…I have to go again. I bet Namjoon is waiting for me already,” He breathed out the words, but he couldn’t move away from Hoseok. He didn’t want to. It had been so lovely to spend the time here with him. “Will…Will I see you again?” The question spilled from his lips faster than he could think about it and Jungkook averted his gaze shyly.

“Of course, you will.” Hoseok did his best to hide his disappointment. Another meet up with Jungkook and he had gotten nothing out of him. Such a shame. “As long as I’m here I’ll try to spend as much time with you as you let me.” He got up to hold the door open for him but hesitated for a second. “Just answer me this one little question please before you go. Is Namjoon the only man you’ve been with so far?”

Jungkook blushed furiously for the nth time today. He thought about how he should answer but settled for the truth, nonetheless. “Y-yes,” Jungkook said, playing with the fabric of his shirt nervously. Despite his better knowledge and not to get mingled into this game Hoseok was playing, Jungkook leaned in, kissing Hoseok’s cheek fleetingly. Just a soft brush of lips against his skin.

Hoseok smiled at that, honestly smiled. Gosh, the younger was so innocent, no wonder Namjoon liked to have him in bed; he was gorgeous, smart (about everything excluding human relationships and honest affection) and so cute that one couldn’t decide between kissing him senseless until he smiled that cute little bunny smile of his - or just stripping him down and fucking him right on the floor because his body was so damn hot. In the end Hoseok opted for kissing Jungkook back the same way, just a soft brush of lips before he opened the door and let him out. “See you soon, Jungkook. I can’t wait to explore you further… through our conversations of course.”

Jungkook’s cheeks were heating up again as he stumbled out onto the hallway. For a moment he was completely stunned, before he quickly gathered himself, walking back to his room with a stupid grin on his face.

Meanwhile on the other side of the castle, Jimin let his finger trail along the many books in the shelves in Namjoon’s room. He was bored out of his mind. Namjoon should have been back from the meeting a long time ago, but Jimin was still alone. He let himself fall onto the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling. In his boredom he flipped open his fan and closed it again, repeating it a few times.

Namjoon entered the room with slamming the door shut behind him. “Idiots! Goddamn, mindless, obstinate…,” He trailed off when he saw Jimin on his bed, face half hidden behind a fan. “I didn’t know you were in my room. Did they let you in like that?” He sighed. “Great. If you were an assassin I’d be doomed now. How reassuring to know my guards don’t give a damn about their king’s life.” He let the royal cloak slip off his shoulder to have more room to move. The satin gear he wore beneath was more comfortable and it also wouldn’t be a disaster if he ripped it. The cloaks though cost a fortune and ruining one would cost him a lot. He let himself fall besides Jimin, laying back comfortably. “Come on then, assassin. Kill me with your beauty, please. Or whatever else you have to offer. I’d do anything to not hear those fools argue over trade route placements again when the only thing they should take into consideration…,” He rubbed his face, sighing again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bore you. Please shut me up if you want.”

Jimin didn’t let himself be told twice, turning around and simply sitting himself onto Namjoon’s lap, pushing his hands onto Namjoon’s chest to keep him down. “Relax, you’re with me now…,” Jimin whispered and leaned over to kiss the king’s neck softly, licking and sucking lightly (to not leave a bruise but the sweet sensation). His hands were massaging over his broad chest, kneading his shoulders a little to make Namjoon relax, while he was moving on his lap sensually. He was circulating his own hips smoothly, as Jimin leaned his head back, a little moan escaping his lips, giving Namjoon quite the view. Biting his lip, he gazed down at him again, his hands finding their way under the king’s shirt. Hovering over the king’s lips for a moment, he leaned in devouring him fully, while moving on him and making him forget all about the meeting in a matter of seconds.

It was really nice to have someone like Jimin taking the lead. With all his casual flings it was always him initiating it - and it was mostly short affairs except for Jungkook. Though Jungkook was the absolute opposite of Jimin, where the dancer was confident and almost cocky, Jungkook was sweet and almost naturally submissive, obeying to Namjoon’s every wish. Jimin didn’t even ask he just did what he thought was best. And right now, he was absolutely right. Namjoon tried to push the thought of Jungkook way back into a darker corner of his mind to fully enjoy what Jimin was doing. Because Jimin absolutely knew how to play his talent and every second that he’s miss because he was thinking about his shy valet was a second wasted.

“You like that,” Jimin said, rubbing a little harder on Namjoon’s crotch, feeling him harden under his movements, “I can feel it…” Jimin moaned sweetly throwing his head back at the sweet sensation it brought himself. He pushed himself back and off the bed, settling in between Namjoon’s legs, when he opened the king’s pants and pulling them down right away. His hardened cock sprung free right away and Jimin smiled. “You’re so...big,” Jimin licked his lips, moving closer to wrap his hand around his length, pumping it up a few times. Staring directly into Namjoon’s eyes, he licked along his cock, sucking at the tip deliciously. Blinking his eyes a few times, he pursed his lips, jerking him off at the same time. “You will stretch me out so good,” Jimin hummed, already lost in the thoughts of Namjoon taking him. He kissed the tip of the king’s cock one last time and then got up.

Turning around, Jimin was moving his body sensually, his hands following the line of his body. “Do you want me to take your mind off things?” He whispered, pulling his own shirt over his head. He was moving gracefully, using his advantage of being a dancer, while he was stripping in front of Namjoon. Jimin bend over, losing his pants easily, his hands caressing up his own thighs up until his bottom, when he arched his back beautifully.

Namjoon licked his lips, just watching, observing as Jimin put on a show. “I want you on my cock. You can call it however you want as long as you come over here and show me your talent, my little dancer.” Namjoon patted his thighs as a sign for Jimin to come sit on them, just like one would try to tempt a cat to sit on your lap. When Jimin came closer he admired the younger’s flawless form, tracing every line and dip with his eyes. “How come you are still so flawless? Even Jungkook has scars and he’s younger than you and not even a dancer, he only does light services for me. And those of intimate nature of course. But he doesn’t look as soft or as flawless as you. What’s your secret? Have you never been hit or punished?”

“You can’t be punished if you’re doing it right,” Jimin said and moved against Namjoon’s thigh, biting his lips when he felt the muscles shift underneath him. “So, you’ve always been a good b..-” Jimin’s kiss interrupted him pretty efficiently and then every possible conversation was forgotten anyways when his lust took over and the desire to take Jimin wiped out everything else. “Let’s not talk,” Jimin devoured Namjoon’s mouth, licking and kissing him so heatedly that it left the king speechless. Namjoon pushed him around and onto the mattress easily, locking Jimin in underneath him. The younger was completely naked, his beautiful body moving so sensually and soft, ready to be taken by Namjoon. When the king got up to take his own clothes off, Jimin took it as an invitation to get on all fours, one hand caressing over his own bottom as he was watching Namjoon over his shoulder. He was putting on the perfect show, moaning, whispering the king's name, while he was playing and preparing himself, moving his hips just right to let Namjoon see what he could do to him. He was the perfect tease.

It was a shame Namjoon had to get up again to get rid of his clothes (cum stains were a problem on finest satin) but it was worth it, not just because waiting made claiming the final prize so much sweeter but also because Jimin absolutely knew how to make one lose his mind with the kind of show he was putting on. “You’re really good at this, aren’t you,” He asked, half admiring his confidence and half jealousy that took over, having him picture Jimin exactly like this with other men. “How often did Hoseok lend you to other kings or kingdoms. Or am I your first?” He smirked at him, hoping that Jimin wasn’t so used to this already that Namjoon would be just one of many to him.

“You’re the first,” Jimin sat back a little, pursing his lips into a pout. “It gets quite boring to be all alone by myself. Hoseok isn’t around much. I had a lot of time to practice,” He bit his lip to keep from smiling, when Namjoon came back onto the bed. Jimin crawled back a little, his eyes gazing back at Namjoon’s hungry stare. Just when the king was hovering over him again, kissing down his neck, Jimin spread his legs, showing off his flexibility. He giggled softly, when Namjoon stopped and looked at him in awe. “You like what you see?”

“Of course, I do. And you know it, don’t you? How fuckable you look like this, how you make every man dream of owning this body when you move so fluidly on the dancefloor. I honestly can’t think of a reason why Hoseok would neglect you. You deserve all the attention one could give - and more. There’s no one in this kingdom like you. None of my other lovers could show off like you, they are all... too easy to get to. You are something special, Jimin! And I’ll take advantage of that for as long as I’ll have you.” Not knowing how long exactly Hoseok would lend Jimin to him just added to the thrill of taking him now while he still could.

Sinking into Jimin was the most satisfying thing Namjoon had ever felt. He had growled so loudly that he was sure the whole kingdom knew now. But it had felt so good to take him. Jimin knew how to move for him, making him lose his goddamn mind over the dancer. Pounding into him, he was going all out, taking the younger roughly, only to change positions again. It would be a waste not to use Jimin’s flexibility tonight. He was leaving marks all over the younger’s body, bruising his delicate skin just like he loved to do it with every lover of his.

Riding him, Jimin moaned softly, bouncing on Namjoon's cock hard. “You feel so good, mhm,“ Jimin changed the angle again, circulating his hips and his abs twitching whenever he hit the right spot. It was the sweetest torture to let Jimin have some control, who knew exactly how to tease the king. “I want you to cum all over me, please, my king,“ Jimin demanded, blissfully gone in a state of ecstasy, “Ahh please!“

Jimin’s dirty mouth was an absolute turn on for Namjoon and so it was easy to lose himself in Jimin and everything he entailed. The dancer was such a sight as he moved on top of him that he couldn’t stop staring, thrusting into his sweet spot on purpose to make Jimin moan and tremble and gasp. He loved the younger’s sweet voice, how vocal Jimin was when Namjoon fucked him just right. He wanted the younger to remember this because even though he would go back to Hoseok someday he wanted Jimin to think of how he made him come so hard he saw stars. So that’s what he was going for, holding Jimin’s hips down while thrusting up into him, using all his stamina to push the younger so close to the edge he could taste it on the tip of his tongue.

With the way Namjoon was fucking into him, it didn’t take long for Jimin to cum all over the king, trembling and moaning loudly while his whole body was shaking. He fell over with a whimper, not caring that he was spreading the cum all over their chest. Indeed, he loved the dirtiness of it all, while Namjoon was using him to chase his own high. He hummed with each thrust of the king, whimpering, pleading to use him just as the king desired. He was his to use and to play with.

Jimin came beautifully and as the younger kept begging him to use him, voice broken and raw, sounding so stunningly sensitive Namjoon couldn’t help but follow right after. He pulled out right before, to so as Jimin asked him to and come all over his skin. Jimin’s abs clenched when the king’s come hit him and his satisfied smile, together with the fucked out look in his eyes had the king pulling him down into a sloppy but intimate kiss. They both were out of breath, so they just laid there for a while, waiting till their hearts had calmed down and their bodies had cooled down.

Namjoon frowned when the stickiness on his stomach got uncomfortable. Jimin didn’t seem as bothered, but he nudged him a little nonetheless, gesturing for him to let him get up. Jimin was about to put on his clothes when Namjoon held him back. “Wait. I don’t like to just fuck someone and move on. You can join me in the bathroom if you want. It’s way more comfortable to clean yourself up there than in the small one at your room, isn’t it?” He took the robe from Jimin and took his hand to lead him to the bathroom.

…

Jungkook had been walking mindlessly back to his room, tracing the spot on his cheek where the prince had kissed him deep in his thoughts. Just when he reached his door, Jungkook jumped around though, remembering his duties. Turning around on his heel, Jungkook ran down the hallway and to the kings suite. Never in his life had he forgotten about him.

Panting, Jungkook knocked on the door twice before letting himself in. He gazed around the room when he couldn't find Namjoon, seeing the ruffled up bed sheets he gasped quietly. Then he heard the kings laugh from the bathroom and Jungkook gulped heavily against the lump in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he walked up and knocked again. Jungkook couldn't help it but when he opened the door the jealousy was hot in his lungs, burning and making it harder for him to breathe. The scene in front of him made his heart stop. Jimin in Namjoons arms, cuddling up to him, while the king was cleaning the dancer with a smile on his face. Everything about this hurt. It triggered memories. The start of it all, when Namjoon had asked for Jungkook to join him one night. It had been their first night. And it had ended the same exact way. The night he had fallen in love with Namjoon.

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“Your bath is ready, my king.“ Jungkook said and no matter how hard he had tried, one could still hear how nervous he was around the king even after all these years.

“Thank you, Jungkook. You really are the best at this.” Namjoon let the robe slide from his shoulders, standing there naked without any shame. He had known Jungkook for years and they had both seen each other naked a few times already so there wasn’t really something new to see. Still he caught Jungkook staring when he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, dipping his fingers into the warm water. When he turned his head Jungkook quickly cast down his eyes, the blush evident high on his cheekbones. It only made him look more beautiful. Before he could think about the consequences Namjoon just spoke from his heart, a daring suggestion that made both of them hold their breath for a second after, “Why don’t you join me, Jungkook?”

Jungkook gazed up at Namjoon with wide eyes. His heart was beating fast and the young servant quickly shook his head. “No, my king, it's your bath. The crowning...it had been a rough day...you...need the relaxation.“ Jungkook spoke fast, obviously nervous about Namjoons offer. “Do you want me to get you a mistress? I could ask for one of the girls...“

“No, Jungkook, it’s fine. I didn’t mean.. it’s alright. Maybe you’re right.” He let himself slide into the hot water, sighing as it immediately loosened his muscles. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, only when he didn’t hear Jungkook leave did he open them again. “You can prepare my bed. I will go to sleep right after my bath.” With a wave of his hand he send him off.

Jungkook nodded, turning around but he didnt move. Namjoon had almost seem shy asking him and it left him wondering. He got back into the young kings bedroom, preparing the new bed sheets and fluffing up the cushions. Jungkook took his time, humming to himself quietly and Namjoons naked body on his mind. He had always admired him but never in Jungkook's dreams would he allow himself to think Namjoon would want him to. He was just a servant after all.

Jungkook almost squealed when Namjoon was next to him again. He hadn't heard him. “I'll get you a towel,“ Jungkook gulped and turned hastily to get one. “Here,“ He barely breathed out the words his eyes fixated on a droplet of water running down Namjoons chest. “Sh- should I...do you need me to dry you up?“

Namjoon reached out for the towel but instead he took a hold of Jungkook’s wrist. “Why are you behaving like that?” He let his gaze wander over Jungkook’s form, lingering a little too long on his lips at the end because Jungkook was biting his bottom lip nervously, making it all plush and red. “You’ve seen me naked before. You know that this is what you are supposed to do; run me a bath, prepare my bed, take care of me in general. Do you have a problem with that all of a sudden?” Namjoons voice was soft but there was a dangerous edge to it that told Jungkook to not make the wrong answer.

“My king, I...“ Jungkook wasn't sure what he was supposed to say but Namjoon was expecting an answer either way. “I'm just... I don't know I am nervous today. Maybe it is because it had been a long day,“ He answered honestly, averting his gaze to show his respect, “I want to take care of you to my best ability, Namjoon.“ He gazed up again using the kings name on purpose. “I’d give you everything. But I am just me... I am afraid I won't be able to satisfy you the way you need it now that you are king,“ He paused for a moment, feeling disappointed with himself. “I was always there for you with all I can offer, and it will stay this way until I die.“

“Satisfy me?” Namjoon couldn’t help but smile at Jungkook’s choice of words, wondering if the younger knew what he was implying here - or if he maybe did it on purpose. However, Jungkook’s shyness spoke volumes and therefore Namjoon watched in delight as the younger’s eyes widened when he got closer, so close that he could lean forward and whisper right in Jungkook’s ear. “What if I needed you to do something else for me to keep me satisfied? Something you never did before? At least not with me.” He let his warm breath fan over the sensitive skin on Jungkook’s neck before he continued. “Would you really do everything I want, Jungkookie? No matter what it is?”

Jungkook's breath hitched but he stayed still, nonetheless. He closed his eyes, shivering from the feel of Namjoons breath on his neck. The kings naked body so close to him that he only needed to reach out to put his arms around him. God, how he wanted Namjoon. Taking in his familiar scent, Jungkook blushed before finally answering: “Of course. You're my king. It’s my duty and desire to fulfil every wish of yours to my best ability.“

Namjoon sighed. “How convenient. Because right now it is my desire to sleep with you.” He trailed a hand up Jungkook’s bare arm, enjoying how easily the younger reacted. “Do you know what that means, Jungkookie? Do you think you can do what I want?” He placed a finger under the youngers chin and made him look up at him so he couldn’t avoid his eyes again. “If you can’t do this then tell me now please. And don’t lie. It’s alright if you don’t have the... experience to do what I ask of you. I can wait. Give you the opportunity to learn somewhere else if you would prefer this. I could ask you somewhen else when you’ve got time to think about this and…,” He broke off, looking at Jungkook like this, with those wide eyes staring back at him, so beautiful, so innocent - he couldn’t hold himself back. He put his arm around the youngers waist and pulled him against his naked body, feeling how Jungkook froze, a soft gasp escaping him. It was the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss from him, open his lips with his tongue and plunder the younger’s sweet, sweet mouth.

Jungkook had no time to think about this and even if he had wanted to, his body reacted on instinct. He had never tasted something as sweet as Namjoon’s lips. His warm body against his, while his hands found their way up his chest. He wasn't sure what he was doing but Namjoon would never let him fall. He trusted him. “As you...wish,“ Jungkook mumbled, completely love drunk.

Jungkook was so soft, so pliable… Namjoon loved kissing him. It was their first proper kiss and he was already hooked, drunk on Jungkook’s taste, on how innocently he let Namjoon take what he wanted. The younger was wonderfully responsive, with soft sighs and cute little sounds. Jungkook didn’t even seem to realize that he was the one making them. Namjoon gently pushed Jungkook backwards until the boy left balance, falling backwards onto the back with a yelp. The king chuckled at the way Jungkook looked up at him, surprised, confused, heated in a way that suited the glint in his eyes. “Do you want more, Jungkookie?” He teased him, climbing onto the bed and opening the belt on Jungkook’s robe without waiting for his answer. “Do you want me to make you come tonight?”

Jungkook nodded, crawling back onto the bed a little but there was no escaping from Namjoon. Not like he wanted to. It was so easy for the king to get rid of his clothes, while Jungkook felt like he was under a spell. His gaze was locked on Namjoons, not being able to tear it off of him while he was stark naked himself now. He realized it soon after when Namjoons hand trailed down his body and Jungkook blushed. His body was far from perfect. Beauty marks and a few little scars adorning his body. “Are...are you sure you want me and...,“ When Namjoon rutted up against him, Jungkook moaned softly, falling back, while his hands were holding on tightly to Namjoons arms.

“Does that answer your question, my little valet?” He kissed down the youngers neck paying close attention to the spot below his ear where Jungkook reacted the most. “Do you really think you would be in this situation if I didn’t want you? Though if you need more proof I can give that as well.” He took Jungkook’s hand and placed it on his erection, chuckling at the way Jungkook looked at him with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. “I’d really like to have you, Jungkook. What do you say?” He kissed the younger’s cheek sweetly, as if he was asking him to lend him a book or some other small favor.

“Oh-okay,“ Jungkook said, feeling out of breath already. He was doing what he thought was right, letting Namjoon use his body while jerking him off. He couldn't help but gasp each time another kiss was planted on a sensitive spot, but it only urged Namjoon on. It felt like Jungkook got tossed around by higher powers, his body only reacted to whatever the king said. He jerked, whimpering, when Namjoon’s hand found its way in between his legs. “You're playing unfair,“ Jungkook smiled up at him, “You always did. I'm standing no chance. Please, Namjoon. I want to be with you.“

He stopped Jungkook’s hand and ravaging his lips to look at him again, taking in his dark, wide eyes and the beautiful smile that still felt a bit insecure. “You really want this, don’t you? But you don’t know a thing about what I’m doing to you. You’ve never had sex before, have you?” He stole another quick kiss from the younger, smirking when Jungkook gasped helplessly into the kiss as he was starting to caress his length. “Am I the first to touch you like this? Does it mean you’ll remember me forever now?”

The blush went all the way down on Jungkooks chest, when he confessed that he was a virgin. Where could he have fallen in love anyways? He'd always been in the castle with Namjoon. Always had been by his side.

“I could never forget you either way,“ Jungkook let the king do with his body as he pleased and Namjoon was eager to show the younger all the pleasure he was missing out on. He was relaxing into his touch, dwelling in the attention and love coming from Namjoon and only did the nervousness come back when he found himself manhandled on all fours.

“Just breathe through it Jungkookie. I promise I will make you feel good if you trust me in this. You can handle a little pain, can you? You did so well till now. You’ll manage the rest. This night will always be special, not only for you. I’ll remember it too. The night you gave your most precious belonging to me. I really own all of you now, don’t I? My sweet little valet, you’re all mine.” He entered Jungkook without any further warning, trying to go slow but it was difficult because the younger was so deliciously tight and his desire for him was endless.

Namjoons love had always been different, but it was the only thing Jungkook knew. His love meant pain, softness, roughness and sweet longing all in one. It was everything he wanted, so Jungkook let the king take him apart piece by piece until he was nothing but a whimpering mess underneath him. Their moans filled the room mixing beautifully with the sound of skin on skin. Jungkook was gone in a state of ecstasy, a smile on his lips when he looked at Namjoons expression hovering over him. He reached out to cup the kings cheek, wanting to never forget how beautiful Namjoon was looking right now. Jungkook was sure that he’d give in to him over and over again, just to be able to witness this.

Afterwards they had cleaned themselves up with another bath, one that Namjoon had prepared himself because Jungkook was aching and Namjoon wasn’t cruel. So, they ended up in the bathtub together, Jungkook’s back against Namjoon’s chest as the king cleaned the sweat away from his temples, massaging his head so gently as if they were lovers. “Now I made you share the bathtub with me anyway.” He chuckled, placing a little kiss on the youngers temple. “Next time you can just give in. I’ll always get what I want anyways.”

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And what he wanted wasn't Jungkook anymore.

He took in a sharp breath, trying to stay professional even though everything in him was screaming. And just like back then, Jungkook nervously stood aside the bathtub, reaching for a towel. “I am sorry I only got here now. They told me the meeting took longer than usual,“ He mumbled a quiet apology and started drying off Namjoons body. Jimin was still in the tub, his head resting on the edge, blinking up at the king. “Is that your servant you told me about?“ Jimin didn't even look at Jungkook, talking as if he wasn’t worth addressing directly, “He's adorable.“

“Yes, he is. I’ve known Jungkook like practically forever. He is the most loyal soul in the palace, aren’t you, Jungkook.” Namjoon took the fresh clothes that Jungkook had offered him with a smile and got himself dresses with the youngers help. “He knew me before I was the king - and he’ll probably be at the palace after.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulder casually.

“That's very honorable,“ Jimin looked over to Jungkook and smiled at the young servant, who was so eager to help Namjoon. He got up from the bath seconds after, the water slowly turning cold. Tip toeing carefully Jimin reached for a towel himself, noticing Jungkook’s side glances right away. But he wasn't admiring his body but eyeing the bruises and love bites on the dancers body. It hurt so much and Jungkook hastily returned his attention on Namjoon.

“Well I won’t keep you from your well-deserved slumber now my king. Thank you for…before. It was fun.” Jimin bowed his head a little, giving Namjoon his best mischievous smirk while he looked up through his long lashes. “If you want to de-stress again - you know where to find me.” The dancer got dressed quickly while Jungkook fulfilled his duties and fluffed up the pillows, brought a clean sheet. When the valet had collected all the dirty items that needed to be cleaned he almost stumbled over the linen sheet, that was too long for him. “Wait, let me help you,” Jimin took the sheet from him and bowed one last time to the king before opening the door for Jungkook and himself with his free hand.

Jungkook was surprised at Jimin’s behavior, helping him on his way out. He had thought that Jimin would be a little more arrogant and don’t care about him. He was after all a guest of the king, while Jungkook was one of the servants. He wasn’t supposed to help him. That’s why he gawked at the dancer for a little while, not sure how to respond, but settled on a quiet ‘Thank you’. Jimin made no effort to give the bedsheet back to him, instead followed him down into the cleaning room as if it was perfectly normal for him. “You really don’t have to help me. You should be resting as well,” Jungkook said quietly, trying not to show how much the affair was affecting him.

Jimin laughed softly at that. “You don’t have to treat me like a nobleman, Jungkook. I’m not. I’m lower class just as you are. And yes, I might have my own chambers here, but I am a foreigner. I don’t understand the dialect the servants speak in the kitchen. I have no one to talk to. I dance for the king and he fucks me. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.” He carefully placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be jealous, little one. I’m not going to take your king away from you. I’m interesting now because i’m foreign, unusual, something new. And after he’s had enough of me he’ll come back to what he truly loves. Someone who has always been there for him. Someone loyal and solid and true. He is yours as much as you are his, Jungkookie. Don’t forget that.” Jimin put the sheets into the empty laundry bag and then bowed his head a little as a sign of respect before he went back into the hallway.

Jungkook was looking after the dancer with big eyes and a fast beating heart. Worrying his bottom lip, he thought about what Jimin said for a moment, but no matter how beautiful it had sounded to him - Jungkook knew it wasn’t true. Yes, maybe he was loyal but Namjoon wasn’t and no matter for how long Jungkook would live, the king would always find someone new. Someone better and more pure than him. And he still had nothing. Only the feeling of finally belonging somewhere. The image of Hoseok suddenly came into his mind and Jungkook wondered if the prince’s interest in him was real. He had shown so much respect and love towards him, despite him being of lower status. Even Namjoon hadn’t shared his food with Jungkook in private. Hoseok had made the effort and told him many times that he was interested in him.

Jungkook’s steps gotten quicker, his breath more shallow when he ran down the hallway. The same way he took earlier. He needed to know if there was more for him out there. More than just being the fleeting servant for someone else. He wanted to live his own life and make his own decision.

He knocked on Hoseok’s door loudly and when a sleepy groan came from the inside, asking who it was, Jungkook simply opened the door and peeked his head through. He couldn’t risk saying his name out loud if someone could hear.

Hoseok was about to yell at the intruder who just opened the door to his private chamber without any respect for his privacy - when he saw who it was. “Oh, look at you, all feisty and confident, breaking the royal rules just like that!” He laughed, waving Jungkook inside. “Come in, quick before one of Namjoon’s guards sees you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? If you were hoping for another snack then I’ll have to disappoint you, I’ve already eaten. But if you’re hungry I could order something for you.” The prince had been sleeping so he had lost the brocade robe and put it over the chair besides the bed. The blouse that he was wearing now was transparent and half open, definitely nothing to be seen in but Hoseok didn’t seem to mind that Jungkook saw him in such private clothes.

“N-no, I am not hungry. I apologize for barging in like that...I was…,” Jungkook was stuttering a little, rubbing his neck awkwardly, while his gaze was wandering down Hoseok’s chest. He was well built and Jungkook had to fight the urge of touching him. Taking a few steps closer, the young servant stood at the side of the bed and only when Hoseok pulled at his wrist, he allowed himself to sit down. “I wanted to...to ask you something,” Jungkook’s cheeks were heating up, blushing deep red as he was fumbling around with the hem of his shirt.

“Oh, of course!” Hoseok sat up a little, the last remnants of slumber disappearing from his eyes. “What is it? Tell me what kind of favor you need from me.” When he realized that Jungkook could barely speak because of how embarrassed he was he smiled at him, nodding over to where he had pen and paper within reach. “If you’re not comfortable with saying it out loud maybe you could write it down? I’m sure it won’t be anything that will make me blush, will it? I’m really expecting something embarrassing now that you are adorably shy about it.”

Jungkook chuckled a little, contemplating for a moment if he should write it down. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, before he simply leaned in. Jungkook held nothing back, pouring everything he felt into the kiss. The fear, the uncertainty and all the new found feelings. He was leaning in further, his hand moving up Hoseok’s chest on his own as the prince deepened the kiss. And only when he felt the prince pulling him towards him, Jungkook snapped back into reality with wide eyes and a gasp that fell from his lips, stammering an apology.

“There is no need to apologize” Hoseok smile, soft and seductive. The kiss had been short and sweet, just like he had thought the young servant’s kisses would be. How should he tell Jungkook that he wanted way more of him than just that? He wanted his heart, his mind, every piece of information Jungkook could give him about the king. It would make it easier if Jungkook fell for him and apparently he was doing a very good job at it considering Jungkook had practically risked his head right now just to steal a kiss. But it was so far from being appropriate that he was honestly wondering why Jungkook’s heart wasn’t beating into overdrive already. He caressed the younger’s neck, stroking down his shoulder until he could place his hand over Jungkook’s heart. He tried to hide the smirk when he felt the younger’s heartbeat like a little bird fluttering against his fingertips.

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flame-cat · 5 years

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oscar is overrated change my mind

*rubs my gay little goblin hands together* ok

first and foremost- i can understand why people feel that way. hes honestly very poorly written at the moment, but unfortunately i tend to get sucked into loving the characters with the least actual love from the writers (weeps about my constant yearning for a lance arc that never got fulfilled (vld was a dumpster fire))

i think the reason i like him so much is because of the potential he has as a character. people like him mostly because hes a #goodboy but i also firmly believe- as many others do- that theres far more to him, or at least there should be

hes an interesting character because he came into the series so late, was saddled with a responsibility completely unique to him because he essentially had no choice in the matter. hes also the youngest member of the cast. all of these traits make him very compelling

combine that with how FUCKING CUTE he is and well, you get people like me

so, let me list of the traits i think most accurately summarize oscar pine, at least what we know of him so far

1. he’s adaptable

yeah, that one seems pretty self-evident. his whole life got completely turned around and he handled it like a champ. hes also adaptable in the sense that hes a fast learner and a quick thinker- he learned how to fight in the span of a few weeks and in a month he was fighting griffons by himself. thats IMPRESSIVE. we also see how hes a good tactician and capable of thinking on his feet in the most recent fight with cordo- he literally turned around the whole fight by figuring out the mech’s weakness. even ruby and jaune, tacticians extraordinaire, didnt figure that out

oh, and by the way, did i mention hes a FOURTEEN YEAR OLD FARMHAND with ABSOLUTELY NO FORMAL HUNSTMAN SCHOOLING? my dude landed a crashing airship! oz mightve guided him but he still DID THAT

hes also the one to keep the most level head in times of crisis (more on where that comes from later). hes pretty similar to oz in that regard- if something goes wrong hes quick to put aside any of his personal feelings on the matter because thats not whats important right now. i think hes the only person not to lash out at anyone at brunswick (aside from blake). even when people are yelling at and being cold towards him, he does what needs to be done and tries to help where he can, because throwing a fit wont help anyone, regardless of whether or not the others seem to be taking the same route. when he goes missing in argus, too, he comes back with the decision to just. do what needs to be done. he might not like the situation theyre in, he might have felt scared or angry or hurt by jaunes (and qrows) words and actions, but he pushes that aside because thats not important right now

which brings me to my next point

2. he’s selfless

first of all, while it wasnt much of one, he still had a bit of a choice whether or not to do this crazy thing and go meet strangers to save the world. a selfish person wouldve done everything within their power to avoid it. of course he was averse to it at first- he thought he was going crazy! but like, at the end of the day, he pushes that aside because thats not important right now

(if youre sensing a pattern its because there is one)

it could be argued that his determination not to let oz fight for him, even in a situation that oscar was absolutely NOT capable of handling, was selfish. i would have to say i disagree with that, because who the hell wants some ghost in their head to take over their body and probably wreck it pulling off crazy cirque de soleil bullshit moves that knock you out for three days straight?

which brings me to another thing

3. he wants to prove himself

thats the big reason he does these crazy things. he knows hes the underdog here, knows he inexperienced and small and people look down on him- and even though hes scared he still has a sense of pride, a sense of duty. he wants to prove that he can do this. he will put everything on the line, even if it terrifies him, because its what needs to be done and he wants to prove that it CAN be done

a big portion of that comes from his admiration of the others, especially ruby (which is very sweet by the way- hes still a bit starstruck by everyone). in the scene where he confronts ruby about how shes “okay with any of this”, that was the validation he needed to go through with things despite his doubts because guess what? the people he idolizes are scared too, but thats not stopping THEM. so it shouldnt stop him either

which brings me to my favorite trait that is often overlooked-

4. hes stubborn

this kid is so headstrong. the very fact that he was able to overpower oz’s control over his body just to tell the others he was hiding something is a testament to that- we didnt even know that was POSSIBLE before! there are times where hes unsure of himself, but as his confidence has grown hes shown just how much conviction he has in the things he truly believes in. he wants to prove himself and nothing will stand in his way. his whole life is being thrown out the window for the sake of some eons-old war? fine, he’ll do everything he can to fight for what he cares about. he makes the decision to put others before himself. he won’t let someone else do it for him, he won’t let the people he looks up to make him run away, and he wont give up. ever

thats the biggest thing- he DOES. NOT. GIVE UP. EVER. unless hes convinced otherwise- which is very hard to do- hes GOING to do what he has to. he wont let himself be disheartened or beaten down because he just doesnt give up. if he ever truly loses a fight you bet its going to be because he was dragged down kicking and screaming the whole way, he was taken by a cheap shot, or because he took a hit for someone else (because he would do that, no hesitation, not for a second)

did i mention hes FUCKING FOURTEEN?

hes fourteen, and hes proven hes willing to

1. give up everything he knows

2. give up his IDENTITY

3. literally DIE

for what he believes in

HE. IS. A. CHILD.

and heres where things get really interesting

because, like, think back to when you were 14. the world is scary, you dont know who you are or what you want to be, and most importantly youre just learning about how your actions affect other people. this stage of your life makes you incredibly volatile because, and this is just child psychology, your worldview has just barely expanded beyond the self. the way you perceive the world is still shadowed by how YOUR actions affect others- other contributing factors dont lend themselves to scrutiny easily

that means you blame yourself

a lot

and now think about this- at this stage in your life, if your identity is stripped away from you, if people treat you like youre no one, directly tell you youre not your own person, take your autonomy, and treat you badly? if they hurt you or accuse you of things?

you start to think they might be right

i dont think oscars apparent acceptance of this situation is because he thinks things are ok. its less acceptance and more resignation

he does what he has to because he doesnt matter

he isnt important right now

and ok, you might think this is diving into fanon, and thats fine! you dont have to agree with me

but the facts are there, and the facts are hes pretty much been told over and over again that he, his feelings, and his identity are of no consequence in the face of what “needs to be done”, and hes resigned to that

and frankly, that reminds me a lot of a certain self-destructive blond (who gets a lot more screentime than i personally care for but thats all one)

“If I die buying them time, then it’s worth it. They’re the ones that matter.”

frankly, the fact that it was jaune himself who cornered oscar like that in chapter 8, and it was the very next chapter where his grief and self-destruction met its resolution, tells me that he may be instrumental in oscars eventual admittance to the same thought process

which would be a cool way to show jaunes growth as well- hed be confronted with a mirror of himself and have to show why he was wrong

i really do hope this is the route the writers take, especially if they decide to echo the very same line but this time from oscar. that would be very cool

ANYWAY this was longer than i thought it would be ;w; hope ive successfully converted you to the oscar love corner!

#oscar pine #rwby #rwby meta #rt animation #jaune arc #in the life #pls-send-me-help-21 #ask

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distractedhistotech · 5 years

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Ghost +1

Sydney was in the back of the van. She preferred it back there since she could move around more. Plus it felt weird staring out the window since losing her eye. She guessed it was the loss of depth perception. She was still learning how to gauge distance.

“So, that was kind of lame. Why did they think that guy was a ghost anyway?” asked Sydney as she tried to contact juggle some balls they had and dropped them all over the place. “He didn’t even put a lot of effort into his costume.”

“They were really superstitious,” said Arthur. “Only a few steps from being a cult when you think about it. They decide that anything strange has to have a supernatural or spiritual cause. Don’t even think there’s a scientific explanation because why couldn’t it be something that proves they’re right.”

“Arthur, you’re starting to ramble,” interrupted Vivi.

Arthur blushed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. They were a bit…extreme,” admitted Vivi. “I can see why it would upset you.”

Mystery decided this was a good reason to lay his head on Arthur’s lap. Sydney then flung her arms around him. “Yeah! I thought they were creepy too!”

“Sydney! I’m driving!”

“Pretty sure they thought I was an idiot,” continued Sydney. “I mean that tone they used with me was just insulting! Just because I’m missing an eye doesn’t mean I’m an idiot! Lots of people are missing parts and are smart! I’m not a pirate!” Sydney paused. “Actually, there were some pretty intelligent pirates. I don’t know where I was going with that. I seem to come back to pirates a lot lately. I know why I do, but it’s getting kind of old. I need to find something else to obsess with when I get riled up.”

“You could go back to talking about comics,” suggested Vivi.

Sydney sighed. “Yeah, I miss that…Why do I have so much trouble bringing comics up nowadays? It used to be second nature, but now I have to focus to talk about them. Even though I still love comics. It doesn’t make sense. Is this part of growing up? Part of recovering from a traumatic event? Both? It feels like something’s wrong. But isn’t that normal now?” Sydney rested her forehead on the back of Arthur’s head, not noticing how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. “Do you ever feel like that?”

“Yes,” said Arthur. He’d felt like it since he woke up in a hospital missing an arm, missing a friend, missing memories, missing so much… “I don’t think it’s gonna go away.” Mystery let out a whine and licked one of Sydney’s hands.

Vivi looked between the two as the mood quickly started to darken. God, she just wanted her two friends to be happy like they used to be. She needed to find a way to change the subject and make them smile. “Why don’t we pick up a couple of pizzas or something and then watch a couple of hours of Star Trek or Star Wars or Captain America?”

Arthur caught on to what she was trying to do and smiled. “That would be nice. It’s been a while since we hung out.” He frowned. “That’s my fault.” He’d been busy looking for Lewis. He was trying not to ignore his remaining friends, but it was hard when he wanted to find the other one and mentioning him did…something to them.

“What the heck are you working on anyway?” asked Sydney. “You’re not usually this secretive. You’re not trying to make a mechanical eye again, are you?”

“No!...Not usually anyway,” admitted Arthur.

“I can see where he’s coming from,” said Vivi. “I don’t think we can buy another eye if something else goes wrong. We need an alternative method.”

Sydney shuddered. “Okay, point taken. Being blind sucked. I don’t know how someone can live with that for a lifetime. Especially if you’re born like that! Can you imagine never knowing colors? And I bet light doesn’t make a lot of sense either. And you can’t play videogames!”

“Can’t work on cars or fabricate parts,” continued Arthur.

“Probably can’t paint either,” mused Vivi. “Unless the various colors smelled different from one another.”

Sydney wrinkled her nose. “Is-Is that a thing? And I don’t mean synesthesia! Can blind people have synesthesia? Or deaf people? Or anyone missing one sense?”

“What if sounds are linked to smell instead?” suggested Arthur.

“Can that happen?”

“Dunno. Maybe.”

“Pigments are just a type of chemical compound, so it would make sense for them to have a scent,” said Vivi, keeping the conversation from veering off in a completely different direction for once.

“Depends on the chemical. Some don’t have a scent, or at least the scent is too faint for humans to pick up on,” explained Arthur.

“I dunno, I swear I was smelling more right before you fixed my eye,” argued Sydney.

“It’s not quite the same thing. When you lose a sense you pay more attention to the ones that are left, like reassigning roles. We get the most information from sight, so when someone loses their sense of sight they pay a lot more attention to little things that they didn’t even realize they were ignoring. Also, I think there’s some neuroplasticity involved. Your brain isn’t using the part that used to be for putting together what your eyes saw, so it starts using it for other things over time.” Arthur was silent for a moment. “Um. But you, uh, would know better than me, given, you know. Sorry, I got a little too into the science papers I’ve been reading.”

Sydney smiled and shrugged. “It’s fine. I think it’s pretty interesting, even if I don’t understand all of it.” She tapped her eyepatch. “Does losing an eye affect how much of my brain it uses?”

“Just one? I’m not sure. You are seeing less…”

“Can you still smell and hear more than you’re used to?” asked Vivi.

Sydney shrugged. “Dunno. I don’t think so. Was kind of distracted at the time. Plus, everything looked different when I could see again.”

Vivi huffed. “It is just so unfair. How is it that my abilities still haven’t manifested but my half of the eye lets you see spirits?”

“It is really strange,” agreed Sydney.

“Maybe it’s because your abilities are already active,” suggested Arthur. “And you do have some control over ‘em.”

Vivi hummed in thought. “That might be it. There are still so many unknowns…”

“Hey, I don’t care how as long as no one else has to go blind,” said Sydney. “Besides, I’m sure something will wake you up eventually.”

“Yeah, but what if I’m like 40 when it finally happens?” complained Vivi. “Heck, if I have kids by then, they might have gotten their power before me…”

Arthur winced. “Do you want kids?”

Vivi nodded. “Of course! One, maybe two. I just have to find the right guy,” she said, giving Arthur a significant glance.

Arthur missed said glance entirely as he was distracted by thoughts of what could have been. Sydney was blind on that side. The only one to notice was Mystery, who huffed. Why did life have to be so difficult for these kids? The last time he’d had charges this prone to trouble…

It hadn’t ended well. Mystery would rather not dwell on the depressing memories.

Vivi realized her hint had gone over their heads yet again and decided to just move on. “Do you guys want kids?”

“I want one! So there can be a Sydney Scoville III!” proclaimed Sydney. “But just one. Don’t think I could handle more than that.”

Arthur was silent. Lewis wanted kids. He’d be an amazing father with how well he handled his sisters. “I dunno if I want children. I don’t want to pass on any of my issues.”

Vivi and Sydney both frowned at Arthur’s reasoning. “Most of your issues are due to your early upbringing,” pointed out Vivi. “You wouldn’t make those same choices and mistakes. That would prevent most of those issues from happening.”

“They could still pick up the behavior from me,” argued Arthur. “There’s only so much that I can change.”

“I don’t think you need to change,” said Sydney. “I mean, yeah, you’ve got anxiety issues, but lots of people do. You’re also smart and nice and help people and have cool hair and stro-”

“What if I attract something dangerous?” interrupted Arthur.

“Then I’ll just keep living nearby,” reasoned Sydney. She’d live with him if he asked. “I mean, I don’t see why I would leave Tempo.”

“Me either. Tempo is our home,” agreed Vivi. She placed a hand on Arthur’s flesh and blood hand. “We’re stuck with each other. For life.”

Arthur felt himself cheer up a bit at that. He gave Vivi a smile and tried to give Sydney one as best he could. Maybe he was being selfish, but he wanted to stay close to his friends.

And then the dashboard started to spark. Arthur’s eyes widened. “What?! No, no, no…” He stomped on the gas several times but failed to pick up speed.

Vivi frowned. “Is something wrong with the van?”

“There shouldn’t be! I just performed maintenance on it!”

Sydney raised an eyebrow. “Am I the only one who thinks the purple sparks were weird?”

Arthur blinked. “Purple?”

Sydney nodded. “Yeah, I was staring right at the dashboard.” The high beam light looked like a jellyfish. “Definitely purple.”

“That is not a thing that should happen!” shouted Arthur.

Vivi nodded. “Electricity’s supposed to just be white, which suggests this isn’t normal.” The van came to a stop right in front of…Vivi blinked several times. “A dancing mansion?”

Okay, it wasn’t actually dancing. However, it was sort of pulsing/bopping to a beat that one could fell in their bones. It was noticeably run down and purple and had eerie lights in the windows.

“There’s no way that’s not haunted,” deadpanned Sydney.

“Erm…” Arthur tried turning over the car again. “We don’t, have to investigate, do we?”

Vivi thought of what happened last time they’d jumped into an investigation without any preparation.

Blood. Hospitals. Loss. Guilt.

“If you can get the van started, we’re leaving,” said Vivi. “Sydney, you’re not wearing your suppressor?”

Sydney shook her head. “Still practicing controlling it on my own.”

“Good. Don’t reign it in.”

Mystery just stared at the mansion. He recognized its aura. He could barely believe it.

When did Lewis come back and what did he have planned?

Lewis was planning to exact his revenge. The plan had been simple: Create a mansion on a road that they often traveled along near Tempo (He couldn’t get into Tempo, but that could be because of some of the wards Vivi had tried setting up.), lure the Mystery Skulls (especially Arthur) into the mansion, separate them, bring Arthur to his location, kill Arthur, and reunite with the girls and Mystery, with possible minor changes as were needed. He was also open to making Arthur confess what happened to the girls (They must not have seen what happened to just go along with him.) before killing him.

The plan started to unravel as soon as the van came to a stop in front of his mansion. Part of that was because instead of rushing into the mansion on the heels of Vivi like he was expecting, they stayed in the van. And stayed. A lot longer than he recalled them ever doing so when he was alive.

Part of it was indirectly Sydney’s fault. He’d known that her aura was potent against malevolent spirits and the like, but he hadn’t really appreciated it until he felt it pressing down on him. From all the way outside. He found himself rubbing his temples. Ow. No wonder the nastier spirits went out of their way to avoid her. He was actually leaking some energy. He could last for some time as long as he was careful, but theoretically, they could just stay in the van until he was too drained to keep them here. If they tried that, he’d have to go out and confront them. Not something he wanted to do, but if it became necessary…

Lewis wondered why he was being affected in the first place. He wasn’t evil…Well, okay, he did want to kill Arthur. That was justified, but maybe it was gray enough for Sydney’s ability to categorize him as malevolent. If that was the case, then it would probably stop after he killed Arthur and no longer had any desire to hurt someone.

Lewis was dragged from his musings as several figures started exiting the van. Finally! Lewis quickly started setting up the finishing touches of his plan.

It was time to end this.

Arthur had to admit defeat. “I’ll need to look under the hood, and I don’t want to do that in front of a haunted mansion.” He sighed. “I don’t wanna go inside either.”

Sydney had been staring at the mansion the whole time. She could see the music. And anger. This eye was so weird. “I think you’d be okay. Pretty sure my aura will reach that far.”

Mystery could confirm that her aura did extend that far and would retain enough potency to be effective. Not that he could tell them, but it was certainly a weight off his shoulders.

Vivi started handing out various items for protection and fighting. “It’s a tough choice. Stay out here alone but relatively safe or go inside with us to stay close to Sydney and me.”

Arthur groaned. If he was less worried about the girls’ safety he would stay outside, but he couldn’t help but worry that if he let them go inside that he would never see them again. It had happened before. Even if he couldn’t do anything to protect them, he could draw fire away from them.

“I think I’ll go with you guys,” Arthur decided.

Sydney and Vivi studied him for a moment before Sydney suddenly bit her thumb and smeared some blood in the center of his forehead. “Just in case.”

Arthur instinctively looked up with crossed eyes for a moment. “Uh. Okay. I guess that’ll work.”

“It should. There is power in blood,” said Vivi as she gave him some holy water and slipped a beaded necklace over his head and under his shirt. “We can try practicing making protective symbols with it too.”

Sydney chuckled. “Like an anime.” She nodded. “Anything that you think will help.”

Arthur fought down the urge to wipe at the blood on his forehead. “Can I just say that I don’t like having other people’s blood on me?” It brought back bad memories.

Sydney winced. “Oh. Sorry. Should’ve asked first, shouldn’t I?”

Arthur took a deep breath. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. You said it might help so it’s something to try.” The blood itched on his forehead. “But I am totally scrubbing it off when we get out of here.”

Vivi nodded. “Sounds like a decent enough compromise.” She handed an ofuda to Sydney. Sydney smeared some more blood on the back of it. “I don’t want either of you getting hurt again. You’re just starting to get back to where you were before.”

That made both of them wince. The last few months of learning to live with new handicaps had been difficult and frustrating in several ways. They didn’t want a repeat with themselves or Vivi or Mystery.

All four of them silently vowed to protect the others.

The walk up to the mansion’s front door took just a few seconds. Vivi knocked on the doors (She was concerned that the inhabitants would be excited by Arthur knocking and see Sydney knocking as a declaration of war.), which creaked open ominously. The inched in, the doors slamming shut behind them.

The darkness didn’t last long enough for them to pull out flashlights. Several purple wisps of fire floated by and lit candles lined along the walls and set on a chandelier.

Vivi absently noted that the layout kind of reminded her of the Spencer mansion, except a lot more purple.

“Sydney, stop humming.”

“Oops. Didn’t notice-”

Several purple ghosts suddenly popped up. “Who-o-o-o-oa!”

Most of the group immediately tensed up. Vivi didn’t immediately though. “Cute!”

They really were adorable…until more popped up behind them. “This time I might just disa-Who-o-o-o-who-o-o-oa!” They suddenly got pointy toothed with claws. “Oh yeah!”

Nope. They took off running down the hallway through break in the ghosts.

“This time I might just disappear!”

A suit of armor suddenly lunged towards them and swung an ax. Sydney and Vivi dove under the ax. Arthur vaulted over it. Mystery barely dodged it, having to use his kitsune magic to retract his head into his body.

“Gah!”

“Mystery!”

“)%$*&$^#$(%^)*%(&%*&$&!”

Mystery popped his head back out before any uncomfortable questions could be asked.

“Who-o-o-o-who-o-o-oa…”

They abruptly realized that the paintings lining the hall were moving. They suddenly leapt out. “Oh yeah!”

The Mystery Skulls leapt into each other’s arms. Thankfully, the portrait spirits pulled back into the paintings. “Who-o-o-o-oa…” And then the lady painting reached out and pulled a rope next to her painting.

A trapdoor opened under them. They fell down screaming, and things became bizarre, even by their standards. They weren’t falling as quickly as they should be. It was more like they were floating. Not to mention there were several random items in the space with them. A few hours later, they would comment on how it was oddly reminiscent of Alice in Wonderland.

They floated past several mirrors. Vivi was a bit confused by the fact that her reflection had completely purple eyes. From what Mystery could see in his cracked mirror they could see past glamours. Arthur was facing away from the mirrors so he didn’t see that they failed to reflect his prosthetic. Sydney did faintly notice this but was a bit distracted by how her reflection showed her right after her injury with her remaining eye leaking various colors from it.

Then Arthur’s fall suddenly sped up. Vivi and Sydney made to grab him, but just missed him. Then they noticed Sydney was falling even slower and tried to grab each other, but it was too late again.

Sydney let out an ‘oof’ and shot to her feet as she landed. “I’m armed!” she shouted, brandishing the ofuda. She turned around. There were a bunch of boxes, a dusty bed with no covers, and… a mannequin in a wedding dress and holding an ax? Sydney thought she was in the basement until she noticed some windows that she ran over to. She felt her brain short circuit. “How the *&^*) do you fall down into the attic?!”

Vivi and Mystery had landed in a kitchen where a pair of dagwood sandwiches were laid out on the center counter. The two stared at them for several moments but managed to pull themselves away. “Right. Separated…We should look for Arthur first. Sydney can take care of herself in this sort of situation.” Her stomach growled. Mystery’s growled even louder. “…I wonder if it would be safe to grab a few pieces.”

Arthur landed on his ass in what was probably the basement. He absentmindedly glanced upward in confusion (How did that work? Ghost logic was so weird.) before zeroing in on a large coffin with a skull and thorny vine design on the top of the lid. It was beating like the rest of the house.

Not good.

The coffin slowly opened, revealing a jawless skull floating above a large body in a nice suit.

Lewis narrowed his eye sockets as he floated out and slammed his feet in front of Arthur. He glared at his murderer, full of hate and anger.

Arthur stared in fear, unable to recognize his dead friend. All he saw was a scary, probably powerful, likely dangerous ghost that had separated him from his friends.

Lewis broke the silence by pointing a finger at Arthur. “Fuck, it’s you I hate the most.”

Arthur gulped and pointed at himself. “Buh-buh-Why?”

It was a reasonable question from Arthur’s point of view. Lewis…it did occur to him that he wasn’t as recognizable without his face. He lit the braziers and let his hair form. “Does this answer your question?!”

No, it didn’t, but Arthur decided he wasn’t going to explain that this was a case of mistaken identity to a ghost that probably wasn’t going to listen. He threw the vial of holy water, turned on his heel, and ran.

Lewis did recoil a bit at the holy water. He was a fire ghost. Water stung even if it wasn’t holy. Then he threw it off, decided this was proof of Arthur’s guilt, and gave chase.

Arthur was in good shape (He didn’t understand how he was still so healthy when he’d been hospitalized and locked in his workroom so much for the last few months.) and used to running from scary things. He glanced behind him and saw the ghost practically flying towards him. No more glancing back. He put on a burst of speed.

Oh, hey, Vivi and Mystery. “Angry ghost! Run!”

Vivi and Mystery looked away from the sandwiches they were still debating eating. They looked in the direction Arthur came from, threw the sandwiches at the angry ghost, and ran after Arthur. Lewis didn’t bother trying to avoid the sandwich contents and flew right through them.

“We need to find Sydney!” shouted Vivi.

“Where is she?!” shouted Arthur.

“I don’t know!”

Mystery could feel that Sydney had ended up in the attic and was managing to work her way down. He pulled ahead and ran up some stairs, Arthur and Vivi close behind him. They ran through a bunch of doors and rooms.

Sydney heard the racket and threw open the door of the room she’d wandered into. “Angry Elvis ghost!”

That threw Lewis for a loop. “Elvis? Are you kid-” He saw the eyepatch. “What happened to your-”

Sydney threw an ofuda at him. Lewis yelped and pulled it off. That hurt!

“You stay away from Arthur!” demanded Sydney.

That hurt almost as much as the ofuda. “You don’t get it. He-”

Vivi darted back and grabbed Sydney. “What’re you waiting for?!” She then dragged Sydney off.

Okay, Vivi and Sydney didn’t know about his murder. Somehow. Maybe it was post traumatic amnesia or something. Clearly, this needed to be remedied. Also, why was Sydney wearing an eyepatch? She wasn’t wearing an eyepatch for the heck of it. There’d been scars peeking out. He gave chase, now equally intent on telling Vivi and Sydney what happened along with killing Arthur.

He threw fire to keep Arthur from moving down a hallway. Arthur turned and stared at him fearfully. Lewis felt his desire for vengeance clawing up his heart.

And then Vivi and Sydney put themselves between them, Vivi with her arms outstretched as if to shield Arthur as much as possible, Sydney with her hands up as if she was prepared to fight him.

This was wrong. Vivi and Sydney were supposed to be on his side. He wasn’t the enemy! He just needed…Maybe…Yes. That would work. He willed his anchor towards them.

They just needed to see the proof of who he was, that they knew him.

The flames died down. Arthur was certain he knew the way to the front door from this spot. He grabbed Vivi and Sydney and booked it.

Vivi and Sydney glanced back once.

Mystery made sure to take up the rear.

Lewis stared in disbelief and heartbreak as his murderer and the love(s?) of his life and (more than) best friend.

And his anchor fell and broke.

And Lewis switched to frustration and anger and despair and why did this happen to him?! Why why why?!

He screamed, pouring his everything into it as his fire erupted around him.

The living Mystery Skulls barely made it through the doors in time to avoid being burned alive. Mystery might have had something to do with it. They rushed to the van. “Go go go!”

Arthur revved the van. It started. “I’m going!”

They peeled out of there.

None of them saw the figure watching them from one of the high windows. Lewis watched as the van drove away. He pressed down on his cracked anchor and looked at the picture inside.

It was from shortly after he and Vivi started dating. He had an arm around Vivi, who was hugging him. Sydney had an arm thrown over his shoulder while he used his free arm to support her. No Arthur. The three of them were smiling and happy and whole and alive.

They could never go back to that.

Lewis barely noticed the tear running down his face as he finally passed out and returned to his anchor, the house fading around him.

#MSA + 1 #msa+1 #Mystery #Vivi #Arthur #Lewis #Ghost #mystery skulls #extra member #au #grrlpowercomic au #What am I getting into?

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JiminXReader - In One Week, Part - 9

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8;

Disclaimer: Angst.

“Taehyung,” Jimin called out desperately, “Is she ok?”

“Of course, she’s not ok Jimin.” he replied, his voice soft and pained, “Her grandfather passed away.”

Time seemed to stop. Jimin’s eyes widened, a sharp pang going through his heart. His stomach lurched, making him nauseous. He felt dizzy.

“What?” he gasped out.

Taehyung opened his mouth, about to reply, before he was stopped.

“Tae.” Yoongi called out, now also getting out of the car. He shut the door harshly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Go get her wallet, i’ll keep him company.”

The younger nodded, patting Jimin’s shoulder, before walking towards the house. As soon as Taehyung was in, Yoongi took quick strides towards Jimin, a stone cold expression etched on his face. “What do you want Jimin?” he said, standing in front of him. “What-I-how-” “Obviously, she cant talk to you right now, so i’ll pass on your message if you’d like.”

Jimin looked up at him, trying to fight the lump in his throat at the news, “Ugh, no, it’s fine. It’s something I need to tell her myself- woah!” Suddenly, out of nowhere, Yoongi grabbed Jimin's collar with both hands, pulling him forwards, a dangerous look in his eyes. ““You listen to me, Park Jimin.” Yoongi said, voice deep, “She’s already going through alot of shit and the last thing she needs is you coming and making things even more difficult to handle. Why are you here?” Jimin gulped, a bit scared, “I really am not comfortable talking about this, i’ll just come back later.” “No you won’t.” Yoongi threatened, “Just wait for her to come back to University, then tell her whatever it is you’re here to say. Bet it’s not as important as you think it is.”

That made Jimin frown, getting a bit annoyed, “It is important. I’m going to see her, you can't stop me.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” Yoongi hissed, his grip on Jimin tightening, “I’m giving you one more shot, why are you here?” Jimin wasn't going to back down.

“Because i’m in love with her.”

Yoongi froze, eyes widened, “What did you say?” “I came here...to tell her I have feelings for her.” “Didnt you reject her last week?” Jimin frowned at that but brushed it off. Of course she would tell her best friend about what happened. “Yes, I did. And in that one week, I was miserable without her. I didn't realise it then, but i do now.”

“...I swear if you’re looking at her as a source of entertainment-”

“I’m not!” Jimin said, pushing Yoongi’s hands off of him, “Of course i’m not, I wouldn't be here if I didn't care. I was worried sick about her, it was killing me!”

Yoongi simply glared at him for a few seconds before nodding, “Ok, ok.” he said with a sigh, “but you deal with this in your own time, don't tell her now. She’s going through some stuff, so just...be with her, as her friend.”

Jimin nodded, “Ok.” he agreed.

“...You’re a good guy Jimin.” Yoongi said, “but you better be serious about this or i’m going to beat you so hard they won't be able to tell your face apart from your ass.”

“...Good to know.” Jimin said. Then, because he felt like it, Jimin leaned forward and hugged the older guy, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Yoongi stiffened, clearly shocked.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin said, “This must be taking a toll on you too. She told me how close you all were with him.”

Yoongi sighed, bringing his hand up to pat Jimin’s back, “Thanks kid.”

~~~

Your Grandfather died of a heart attack on Saturday morning.

You had gotten out of bed, gone to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, took a shower, changed into your clothes and gone out the room. You made your way to the living room when you saw him, lying down on the ground, his neck veins popping, face red. Not breathing.

You cried out, yelling and panicking as you ran towards his body, shaking his shoulders. You called out to him, over and over, your tears pouring down your face as you tried not to choke. You barely managed to type the number of the ambulance on your phone due to your trembling fingers. Crying out what was happening and giving them the address, the ambulance was on their way. They had told you to not panic, instructing you to keep your door open as you had to do CPR. But it was too late.

The ambulance had arrived ten minutes after you had called to find you still pumping his chest, tired and weak, choking on your tears. They had taken both of you to the hospital, even though there was nothing that could be done to help him. He suffered from a heart attack at five in the morning and died shortly after, the doctors said, more than an hour before you woke up. His body was in one of the rooms, covered head to toe in a white sheet as you sat outside, staring blankly at the closed doors in front of you. The doctors talked to you for a bit, informing you of the details and asked you a few questions as well. They were kind. And careful. And genuinely upset over the loss of a life. Or over the fact that you were there to witness it. Either way, they were kind yet straightforward, and you appreciated it. Not at that moment, but later.

Your parents were called and informed of the news. They were currently in Japan for a business meeting, but they cancelled all plans and booked the fastest plane ticket back home. Which would take another two days. Your father asked you not to worry about the procedures. “I have the doctor's number as well as the officials,” he said through his tears, “I’ll take care of the legal stuff and the funeral, you leave it to me.”

He told you to go over to a friend’s house and stay there for a while, not wanting you to be alone. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, my baby.” Your mother consoled over the phone, “We’ll get there as soon as possible. But until then I need you to be strong for me, ok?”

“Ok…”

“Good girl. This is going to be difficult baby, but we’ll get through this together.” You didn’t know how long you were at the hospital. The whole day went by in a blur with you having to sign documents and produce files of identity, answering various questions about your grandfather’s medical history, having to answer whether your family wanted him cremated or buried. By the end of it all, it was already nighttime.

You had to leave.

But go where? There’s no way you’re going home, so what were you going to do?

You could go to a friend’s house, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to be alone even though logic told you to surround yourself with people and not deal with this alone. But sometimes logic can go screw itself. So, you left the hospital with nothing but your phone, and walked. Just walked. You walked around the whole town, aimlessly, crossing by the park (you played on the swing for a good hour and a half, simply staring around you and up at the stars) the beach, (you walked across the whole stretch of sand, admiring how beautiful the water looked underneath the moonlight) the highway, (you never realized how different things looked when it was empty and peaceful) eventually, you didn’t know where you were.

You pulled out your phone and scanned through the number of missed calls. Your parents had called you multiple times, there were several calls from the boys as well, not knowing what had happened. How could they? Besides your parents, you hadn’t talked to anyone.

You had to call someone, tell them what happened, maybe tell them to come find you, but you couldn’t do it. You knew you were being selfish. If something like this had happened to your friends you would want them to call you, you thought, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You just wanted to be alone.

So you turned around and started to walk back the several hours it took for you to reach the point where you were.

Time flew by until the sky slowly turned from an inky black to a soft blue.

The sun was rising. You had spent the whole night wandering around.

You cursed under your breath. None of this felt real.

You were still a bit lost, but there were certain buildings and landmarks that you recognized, so you weren’t totally hopeless.

You started walking again, along the footpath when your body gave up and your legs crumbled beneath you. You fell on your side with a thud, something cracking in your pocket. Groaning, you pulled out your phone that had taken the damage and started at the cracked screen. You tried turning it on, but it wouldn’t work. It was broken.

“Great,” you muttered, “Just great.” You threw it beside you in frustration. Grunting in pain, your attention was diverted back to why you fell in the first place. You pulled your shoes off, grimacing at how red and veined your feet were. Luckily, you had time before the streets started getting crowded so you could rest your aching feet. Not like you could walk even if you wanted to.

So, you sat, cross-legged, watching the sky turn completely bright blue. It was beautiful.

Minutes passed by until you heard a familiar sound. An engine. Of a bike.

Oh shit. You thought.

Pouting, you waited until the bike came to a halt besides you, not even needing to look up to confirm who it was. You already knew.

“Why did I have to hear this from your parents rather than from you?”

“Because I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I wanted to be alone and isolated and…”

“And you think that’s a good idea?”

“Why not?” You yelled, “What’s so wrong in me having time to myself, away from nosy people like you!” You immediately regretted saying that, but you swallowed your apology. You wanted to be angry.

“The fact that you called me of all people, nosy…that proves you’re not ok.” Yoongi said, smirking.

You felt tears well up in your eyes. Groaning, you put your face in your hands, trying your best to not cry.

“...Just leave me alone,Yoongi.” You said, your voice slightly muffled.

“No, not yet.” he said, “I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

“Not your home, my home. The others are worried sick, they’re waiting for you. Jin’s made breakfast cause we’re pretty sure you haven't eaten anything.”

You had a chocolate bar or two yesterday and that was pretty much it.

Groaning, you looked up and Suga, glaring at him through your red rimmed, watery eyes.

“Why?” You asked, staring right at him, “Why do you always do this? Why do you care so much when I say I don’t need you to?”

“Because I know it’s not true,” Suga stared right back at you, not blinking, “because you’d do the same for me,” He said, firmly, “and because I love you. Now come on, the others are waiting for you.”

~~~

Yoongi ended up driving you to his place, despite your objections.

“They’re worried to death,” he said as he rode his bike, “You’re not going anywhere until you talk to them.”

Frowning, you decided not to argue anymore, knowing it won't get you anywhere. It wasn't that you didn't want to see them...it’s just that you didn't want to have to explain yourself. You caused so much trouble, making them worry about you, you just didn't have the heart, nor the energy, to really face them. But, it was happening and you had no idea what to expect.

Finally, the two of you reached the house and were standing in front of the door. Yoongi unlocked it and briskly walked in, followed by you. Immediately, you noticed the pairs of shoes that were taken off, two extra ones that you recognized. Slowly you raised your eyes off the ground and were met with the stern face of Seokjin who was standing right in front of you. Taehyung and Namjoon were sitting on the couch and jumped to their feet when you entered the room, a tense looks on their face. Yoongi simply walked to the kitchen, not wanting to be involved.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Namjoon asked. You simply shook your head in response.

“Your parents called me last night,” Jin said, his arms crossed, “they were worried because you weren't answering your phone. They asked me if you were with me and I told them you were, but that you were sleeping so that they wouldn't worry. Now, you owe us an explanation. Why did Yoongi have to pick you up in the middle of the street at four in the morning?”

“How did you find me anyways?” you said, the question directed towards the said man. He simply gave you a glare, warning you to take this seriously.

Grumbling, you looked away. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I didn't mean to make you guys worry…I just...wanted to be alone.”

“Have you talked about this? To anybody?” Jin asked, and once again, you simply shook your head.

Sighing, Jin quickly grabbed your arm and dragged you forwards, enveloping you in a tight, protective embrace. You didn't realize how badly you needed a hug until Jin did it. A warmth spread through your body, his strong arms pushing you further into his sturdy chest, his cheek pressed up against the top of your head.

“You can't run from this,” he said, his voice soft, “i’m sorry, but you need to deal with it.”

Suddenly, everything came crashing down on you.

Tears filled your eyes at the reality of it all. Your Grandfather was dead. The man who raised you, cared for you, cherished you, loved you more than he loved anyone else, he was gone...and there was nothing that could change that. No longer would he send you off to university, with a smile on his face, no longer would that same, bright smile greet you when you came back home. No more movie nights, no more Sunday mornings when you made breakfast together, no more consolations when you would wake him up in the middle of the night due to nightmares, no more walks along the park, no more late night stories where he would tell you about his youth, no more celebrations when it was your birthday, no more laughing over your embarrassing baby pictures, no longer will the boys come over and have hour long conversations with him, making you realize how much you love them all,

No more him.

And that broke you.

Tears poured out of your eyes, your shoulders shaking, heaving heavily as you cried into Jin’s shirt. Your arms reached around him, grasping onto his shirt like your life depended on it, your nails digging into it. Your cries turned louder as you sobbed and choked on your tears, eventually evolving into screams. Jin held you through the whole thing, not complaining about you ruining his shirt or your nails digging into his skin. He was soon joined by Taehyung who went behind you and hugged you as well.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your ear, the only one of them all who knew exactly what you were going through, “but the pain will pass, I promise.”

~~~

Jimin sat on the sidewalk, hugging his knees, his head bent. People who walked by looked on in concern over the mop of orange hair, but left him alone anyway.

He couldn’t believe it. He had the pleasure of meeting the man once and he was genuinely the nicest person he’d ever met.

And the way she talked about her grandfather…

“Jimin?” a voice called out.

The said man looked up, eyes wide as he saw her. She seemed equally as startled by the situation, clearly never expecting Jimin to come to her house.

She was completely dressed in black with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Just back from visiting her grandfather’s grave.

Jimin immediately jumped to his feet, pausing for a second before walking forward, taking long, fast strides.

She took a few steps back on instinct, her eyes never leaving his.

“Sorry I didn’t call.” She said, her voice soft “I ended up breaking my phone and I didn’t know your number by-heart and I didn’t want to go to the university and I know that isn’t fair but I-”

Jimin reached out and quickly pulled her into a hug, cutting her off. His arms wrapped around her shoulders tightly. Pushing her into him as he squeezed her with as much strength as he could muster (without hurting her of course). Nuzzling his face into the nape of her neck, he felt her freeze for a second, before an arm came to pat his back. Usually Jimin would stop hugging a person once he felt ‘the pat’, but he didn’t care now. He simply held her tighter.

Her face was nuzzled into his shoulder, her breath slightly tickling him. Slowly, her arms decided to wrap around him too, burying herself further into his warmth, and they held each other.

Finally, she brought her hands to his waist and pushed slightly. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Jimin let go (regretfully).

A few seconds passed before he cupped her face in his hands softly, thumbs wiping the tears that had fallen, and quickly leaned forward and pressed a short kiss to her forehead.

“I’m so sorry…” he said, once he parted. He didn’t know what else to say.

He felt her choke a bit underneath him before she replied, “Thank you.”

And before he knew it, her arms wrapped around him again, wanting another hug.

~~~

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