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torialefay · 4 months

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🥀 Mars in Sagittarius 🌒

bangchan as your boyfriend!!! (pt. 3, fighting)

(based on astrology) 🔞

✨bangchan x reader (f); angst, angst, angst;

(p.s. if you're here for the angst and not the astrology, scroll down to the star divider to start the story <3)

✨word count: ~ 6.1 k (i got carried away)

✨3rd part in a series!!! together, let’s take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be!

✨i will give a synopsis of what each chart placement means throughout the series (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship

✨ author’s notes:

(1) i am doing brief (just bullet points/highlights) astrological compatibility readings if anyone wants one! if you’re interested, message me your birth date, time, and location OR lmk your placements. i’m gonna limit the reading to include you x 1 skz member only! just specify who you’d like.

(2) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)

(3) tysm to @stayceebs97 for the ideas <3 you rock!

✨warnings: this part of the series is NOT sunshine and rainbows. it explores chan’s aggressive tendencies, which can be uncomfortable for some readers. also features a lot of cursing!

✨tl/dr: in fights, chan can be logical and wants to weigh all options. a lot of times, this does more hurt than good because it takes him a LONG time to bring up/respond to confrontation. he also has the tendency to project, which deeply affects him because he doesn’t want to admit that he is flighty (but he is low key high key). when things finally reach a boiling point, he tends to explode.

Mars in Sagittarius:

-Mars is the planet that is involved in aggression, plans of action, and how people approach confrontation.

-Sagittarius is a fire sign, meaning that they can have fiery streak when provoked. However, the sign is the mutable one out of the fire signs, which means that this isn’t always expressed, but really does come out when the same fiery reaction is brought out in another. This also means that in difficult situations, he CAN defer to the partner if they have really strong feelings about something, but if a conclusion cannot be met, he is comfortable in leading the conversation.

-Sagittarius is also the sign of action and adventure. They are known for not wanting to settle down. In aggression, this can translate into the tendency to be flighty- to take off when things get uncomfortable. It doesn’t necessarily mean that they will leave forever, but they definitely need their space if they want to calm their hot-tempered nature.

-Sagittarius is also heavily influenced by justice and fairness. They value honesty and being real. They typically do not respond well to poor treatment, or when they see poor treatment of others. They strongly fight against situations in which people are being advantage of or being taken for granted.

Other aspects in the natal chart to consider: 1st House in Gemini, 7th House in Sagittarius, 6th house in Libra

1st house in Gemini:

-The first house, also known as the Ascendant or the Rising sign, is all about how others perceive you. Often, it represents people’s first impression of you, as it is how you respond to unfamiliarity and can be a mask of how you present yourself in these situations. It is not necessarily your personality (this would be the Sun sign, of which Chan’s is in Libra), but it is a more superficial level that is very reactionary.

-Gemini is a mutable air sign that is represented by “the twins.” This analogy is used to represent the duality of a person, and how they can seemingly show different sides of themselves to different people. Geminis usually get a lot of flack for being considered “fake.” However, much like Libras, Gemini just want to be accepted and well-liked in society, so they will placate to what others want. However, unlike Libra, this can sometimes come across as disingenuous to people that do not really know the person. In a more positive light, they are seen to be very open-minded and curious people.

7th house in Sagittarius:

-The 7th house can be thought of as the opposite of the 1st house. It is about how YOU see OTHERS. The lens through which you initially respond to other people and assess them. This is also a more superficial response, but is a more reactionary one, again when in a new or uncomfortable setting.

-As discussed previously, Sagittarius is known for being a fun, open, and adventurous sign. They strongly value their freedom and independence. These people tend to get along well with others and are very sociable.

-A person with a 7th house in Sagittarius sees others in a very positive light. They usually see other people as new friends to be made and new experiences to have. However, people with this sign also see others as people who are flighty and sometimes unreliable due to their want for freedom. They can falsely believe that someone is going to “leave them” when the going gets tough, or that they cannot always trust that person to be there for them- even if that is not the reality of the situation.

6th house in Libra:

-The 6th house is the area of reconciliation. It is involved in how you respond to conflict and what aspects of life are needed to be settled in order for you to “forgive and forget.” This also represents the way in which a person approaches fixing the aftermath of an argument, if choosing to do so.

-We know from previous parts in the series that Chan is very much tied to Libra (it is actually also his Sun, Moon, and Mercury signs). Libras are known for being people pleasers and being well-liked. They also are associated with the balancing scale, meaning they truly value balance and harmony in their lives. They seek to attain this balance, as it is what keeps them sane from trying to please everyone all at once. Libras are very good at molding themselves into situations and meeting people where they are.

-Chan has several planetary placements in the 6th house. These include the Moon (ruler of emotions), Venus (ruler of love and beauty), Mars (ruler of aggression) and Pluto (ruler of reconciliation). This would most likely manifest in him needing to DEEPLY discuss the root of the problem in order to put a fight to rest. He has to satisfy this urge from the emotional, relational, and conflictive levels. He also has a strong desire to make amends, even if he doesn’t quite know how to initiate it or takes a while to do so. He will be in a very irritable mood until the issue is resolved.

As your boyfriend:

• You and Chris do not get into fights very often. Overall, his personality is very harmonious, and you typically get along very well in daily life. Down to the little things, he is often very understanding of you and wants to see things from your perspective.

• However, when fights do happen, it is most likely something he has been tethering with for a while or something that you brought up yourself.

• When Chan is mad, he doesn’t hide it well. When he’s upset about something, he will not talk about it right away. He will most likely resort to a blank or annoyed face, stop being talkative, and recluse to a different room. This can go on for hours or sometimes days until he feels like he is ready to talk about it (if he even does talk about it) or until you MAKE him talk about it.

• He gets most upset when he feels like he is being lied to or not being told the complete truth. He also gets very bothered when he feels like people he loves are being treated poorly. He HATES feeling like someone is trying to tie him down or keep him complacent when there’s something he really wants to go for.

• When something starts to bother him, he will start out being cold or distant, and will tend to run away from the problem. However, since he has a 7th house in Sag, he is likely to project this onto others. He starts to see them this way. One of his greatest fears is people leaving him, as he tends to be flighty himself. He has the mentality that he shouldn’t always bring up a problem, or it is okay to try to run from it, because other could leave him anyways if he made a big deal.

• I want to re-emphasize HOW MUCH of a problem this is for Chan. He deeply understands what it feels like to want to run and hide, but he is ashamed of it. Instead (due to 7th house also in Sag), he will project it onto you. He will think that if he talks to you when he is angry that you will leave him. That you will not speak to him. What he fails to realize is that it is he HIMSELF who does this, not the other way around. He justifies his moody spells and flightiness by thinking you would probably behave the same. He may even not see it as a big problem unless you extensively talk to him about it. It is a part of his nature (literally in his stars) to think this way, so he will need you to work with him on it.

• His Gemini placement in the 6th house hints that he can actually get pretty explosive when the blame is placed on him, especially if he thinks that it is unfair.

• His first reaction when getting into a heated fight can be intense- when it finally comes to a head, when he finally gets so worked up about it, he releases everything all at once. He can be loud and can say things he may not actually mean. With his Ascendant Gemini energy, he will know a lot about you and could bring up some things that he knows will deeply upset you. This is not his true intention, and this is not who he really is. It is a coping mechanism that he likely had to develop early in life. It is further exacerbated by the fiery energy of Sag in Mars.

• Again, you do not fight very often. Maybe minor disagreements here and there. But when there is a true fight, it is a BIG fight. A MOODY fight. Everything is laid out on the table and feelings will get hurt in the process. It may only happen a few times in your relationship, because eventually you both learn how each other operates. Chan learns that you are NOT going to leave him over a silly fight, and he learns to control his tongue (and stop saying shit he doesn’t even mean) when he gets to his boiling point.

• I want to make a point to say that Chan would never hit you, nor physically hurt you in any way during an argument. His chart does not suggest that at all. Any and all fighting would be verbal, or maybe even on an emotional level if distancing himself comes into play.

• After a fight, after Chan has exploded, he immediately feels remorseful. His Sun in Libra demonstrates that this is not AT ALL what he wanted or who he is. And although he prides himself for not letting many fights ensue, he can’t help but be ashamed at how he handles things once he finally explodes. He knows he has to learn how to open up more frequently about what he’s feeling, but it is very hard for him. He doesn’t know how to talk to you about certain things because he thinks it will make him look “weak.” What Channie fails to realize is that once he overcomes this, simply talking with you about it before it bubbles over, can quickly put out any fire that he feels.

• Although Chan feels terrible after a fight with you, reconciling what happened is difficult for him. He has to look at the fight from all different angles to fully get over it. He needs to come to understand the emotions behind it- both his emotions and your emotions. At the end of the day, he wants and NEEDS to maintain this love. He will work very hard to try and understand your differences. He needs to get to the root cause. He also questions his aggressive nature and why he reacts the way that he does. Overcoming this is one of his greatest difficulties. But it can happen. And once you have both sat down and assessed the situation, he can finally come to terms that it will be okay. That he can do better, and that you are not going to simply run away because of your disagreement.

• Chan will spend daysss, weeks even, trying to make things up to you. He is deeply bothered by the way that he acts in a fight. He simply cannot handle any residual hard feelings over the careless words he let leave his mouth. He would spend the rest of his lifetime making it up to you if he had to. You were supposed to be his peace, his inner balance, and his comfort away from the struggles of his daily life… And this is how he treated you. It was in the heat of the moment, sure. But to him, it is still unacceptable. And he resents himself for it. The fact that you stayed with him, that you remained faithful to him, that you didn’t LEAVE him made his heart shatter. He knows you are too good to him, and he promises to do better for you too.

• Chan, like I’ve said a million times, KNOWS you. He knows your love language. And to make it up to you, he is going all out. You like acts of service? He is keeping the house spotless for the next month so you don’t have to lift a finger. You like quality time? He is canceling all of his plans to go wherever you want- maybe even go on a quiet trip together. If work doesn’t let him, he’s gonna ask you to tote along with him. He’s just happy knowing you’re happy. You’re more into physical touch? He is snuggling into you all hours of the day. Hell, even the night. If he wakes up and isn’t holding you anymore, he turns his ass back around to cup you in his arms. You experience love through getting gifts? He’s getting you that ring you wanted… actually he’s buying you one in every stone just to be sure. He’d buy you a fucking house if he could decipher which would be the perfect one. You love having words of affirmation? He will hold you next to his chest before bed, telling you what a perfect girl you are and how he can’t believe how lucky he is to have you. How someone like him could be so blessed by fate to end up with someone like you. How he would never be good enough for you, but he would die trying. How perfect you looked in this moment, natural and soft. How he can’t wait to make you his wife and the mother of his children some day. How unbelievable it would be to watch someone as pure, faultless, and beautiful as you give him a precious baby- because even if they… No, she. Channie insisted it would be a girl. Even if she carried on his last name, she would be able to keep her mother’s perfection.

• Chan has been watching you. He’s been watching you for weeks. He didn’t consider himself to be a possessive boyfriend, but just because he didn’t consider himself that doesn’t mean he isn’t one.

• You had both agreed to share your phone location with one another. What if something happened to you? What if your phone went missing? Neither of you thought much about it. You didn’t check it anyways.

• But Chan did. He had to. He wished he wouldn’t have. He’s been going crazy ever since.

• A little over 2 weeks ago, you had come home late from work. Later than usual… by a lot. It had been almost 2 hours past your normal arrival time. He wouldn’t have normally given it much thought, but you didn’t even text him to let him know. He thought it was weird, but he shook it off. You said you had ran to get some art supplies, evident from the bag in your hand, and got stuck in traffic afterwards. Channie believed it.

• It wasn’t until the next time you were late that he caught on. It was only 3 days after the first occurrence, and now here you were, 2.5 hours late already and still not home. He got worried about you. He texted. He called. Nothing. He started to think something was wrong. He quickly scrolled to your name in his phone and clicked on the “Location” tab. He was so scared.

• ‘Why are you at Felix’s apartment? And not answering my calls?’ He thought. He called you again. And again and again, to no avail. Shortly after, he saw the blue dot on the map moving, slowly headed back to the apartment you shared.

• He thought it was random, weird even, that you’d be at Felix’s place without him. But who knows. He was sure there was a reason for it. He knew you’d tell him. Only… you never did.

• “What took you so long babe?” He pried when you had gotten through the door and into the kitchen. You hoisted 4 heavy bags onto the kitchen counter.

• “I just had to stop and pick up some stuff to bake with. They were out of almost everything! I had to look around a lot.” Well yeah, you had all the essentials. Flour, sugar, baking soda, chocolate chips. He waited on you to say that you had stopped by Felix’s to grab what you couldn’t find at the store. He waited for you to explain that you’d just popped by his apartment really quickly because you knew he kept what you needed. But you didn’t say anything. Not a damn thing more.

• Chan could have prodded. He could have poked. He could have asked you what you were doing at Felix’s apartment. But he didn’t want to seem crazy. He didn’t want you to think he was trying to control you- he knew how much he would hate that too. He figured you had just forgotten to mention the little Felix detail. 'It just slipped your mind' is what he told himself. ‘It was such a small detail that you didn’t even think to mention it,” he reasoned.

• He still couldn’t deny that he was a bit upset though. He bottled it in as best as he could. He put up a good front and a good attitude and acted like nothing was wrong. And it probably wasn’t. But he quickly favorited the “Locations” tab on your page just to be safe.

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• You were bolting to your apartment door as quickly as you could. You were out way later than expected again. ‘Fuck. Chan is gonna start to catch on if you don’t start being more careful’ you told yourself. You unlocked the door and put on a big smile to greet your boyfriend, who you hoped wasn’t busy. You had a long day and really just needed him to help you decompress.

• “Babe, I’m home!” you yelled as you made your way through the hall and to the kitchen and living area. You looked around and didn’t see him anywhere. No response either.

• “Baby?” You called again. You checked the bathroom and the back deck, but no sign of Chris anywhere. It wasn’t like him to be in his room already, but you’d seen his car parked in his spot, so you knew he had to be here.

• You pushed open the bedroom door. “Chris?” You peaked your head in. You saw his curly little head faced away from you in his chair, hunched over his laptop. “Oh there you are! I started to get worried when you didn’t answer me.”

• “I could say the same.” He spun his chair around. You couldn’t quite make out the look on his face. He was serious. Stern. Upset? You saw his jaw was clenched.

• “What are you talking about?” You questioned him, furrowing your brows and gazing down to look at him.

• “I don’t know, maybe check your phone.” His eyebrows were raised at you, slightly scowling. You pulled your phone from your pocket and unlocked it. You usually had it silenced when you went to visit Felix… Fuck. 6 unread texts and 3 missed calls.

• “I’m so sorry, I’ve had my phone on silent basically all day. I’ve just been slammed at work and was trying to get caught up. I should have called and let you know I’d be late again. I’m so sorry.” You could feel yourself start to sweat.

• “Where did you go after work?” he asked with zero emotion in his voice this time. ‘Play it cool, y/n. Play it cool,’ you coached yourself.

• “Nowhere. I was at work and then I came straight home.” God, you felt like shit lying to him like this. You crossed your arms, trying to lean your weight back and look relaxed. Suddenly, Chan stood up out of his chair.

• “Don’t fucking lie to me y/n.” He was only inches in front of your face now.

• “I’m not lying to you! Where else would I have been?” you huffed out. You tried to look upset back, to stand your ground and hopefully convince him that you were telling the whole truth. You tried, but you could barely stomach him yelling at you like that.

• “Where would you have been? Hmm… I don’t know. Maybe with fucking Felix! Does that ring a bell?” he yelled at you. He had turned a new shade of crimson you’d never seen before. His eyes were dark, like there was nothing left in them except for rage.

• You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Your mouth simply wouldn’t move. You couldn’t deny that you were with Felix because you were. But it wasn’t fair for Chan to be yelling like he was.

• He took your silence as his cue to continue his now rampage. “Jesus Christ! I’m not stupid, y/n! I’ve been watching you for weeks just come home late with some bullshit excuse why you weren’t home sooner, why you didn’t check your phone, why you’ve been ‘soooo exhausted’… I mean fucking hell, could you have made it any more obvious? So yes, YES I checked your location and goddamn it if you weren’t with Felix of all people! And surprise, surprise! Every time I texted him, he NEVER responded until your location tracker had left his building… Mmmm, isn’t that funny?” He let his eyes rise up towards the ceiling, tongue poking into his cheek before he scoffed at you. “I should have fucking known better. I should have fucking known… You know what? Maybe this was my fault. It was my fault for getting with a whore in the first place.” Your jaw dropped. There is no way he just said that. There’s no way he thinks that about you. He knew everything about you. He knew how you had struggled with your sexuality before meeting him. He knew how insecure you were in your body and how you went out seeking approval in the wrong ways. How you felt like you needed approval from men to not feel terrible about yourself. How you felt extremely guilty and disgusted by yourself for mistakes you’d made in the past because of it. He knew that was the part of you that you constantly tried to hide from him. He knew how it took you almost a year of dating him before you felt comfortable enough with him to talk about it. Out of everything he could have called you, he chose whore? That was a deep fucking cut. You stumbled backwards slightly, trying to find some way to get your mouth to start moving.

• “Yeah, you have nothing to say for yourself, huh? Pathetic.” This was the angriest you’ve ever seen him. You didn’t know he was capable of this scope of intimidation. He towered over you, like watching his prey before he made his next move.

• “It’s not what it looks like,” was all you could muster up the courage to get out.

• “It’s not what it looks like… It’s not what it looks like?! Then tell me what it fucking is because to me, it looks like my whore of a girlfriend is going behind my back and fucking my best friend. I mean, Felix used to talk about how hot you were before we got together, but I never thought he’d pull this shit.” He looked off and made an annoying smirk. He started to half laugh/ half scream. “This shit is fucking crazy! It’s just too fucking good!”

• Seeing Chris get so upset that he started laughing into it made you want to crouch into a ball in the corner of the room. You wanted to disappear. None of this was your fault. “Chris, just let me explain,” you sobbed. You couldn’t help it.

• “Oh look, now you’re crying,” he taunted you. “If anything, I should be the one crying. I mean goddamn it y/n. What didn’t I have? What didn’t I give you? You had to go off and get it somewhere else? And with Felix. Of course with my fucking best friend,” Still red as ever, you saw a single tear start to form in his eye.

• He looked down and to the side to stop you from seeing his broken expression. “I knew you would do this y/n. It’s not like I didn’t expect it. Just take advantage of me and then leave me like everyone else,” he was full-on bawling. You could hear it in his voice. He almost couldn’t get his words out anymore. “What did I do to deserve this?” He let his blood-shot, trickling eyes make full contact with yours.

• “Chris, you didn’t do anything. Just let me expl-“ you got cut off.

• “Don’t bother. Just go back out and do whatever the fuck you need to do to make yourself feel better. Obviously it’s not me. By all means, don’t let me stop you from doing what you want.” He all but spat in your face. “Not that you gave a fuck about me anyways.”

• You were stunned. Not stunned because you were scared, but stunned because of how WRONG he was. And how much disrespect he had just shown you. Who was he to cut you off when you were trying to talk? You had never been more furious in your life.

• “CHRISTOPHER BANG if you do not let me talk, I will walk out of this house and never fucking turn back, I promise you!” You screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would hear. You didn’t care. You’d passed your breaking point and you would continue to scream as much as you damn well pleased. “Okay, yes, I admit it! I did lie to you! But not because I was CHEATING on you with Felix?? What the actual fuck?! Since you HAVE to know, we’ve been working on getting everything ready for the surprise birthday party that we were throwing YOU this weekend! I didn’t want to keep it from you, but we can’t have a surprise party without the fucking surprise!” you continued to shout. Chan’s jaw dropped open. His expression was blank. “Here I was thinking that I was being a good girlfriend, but apparently I’m just some whore to you! I can’t fucking believe you.” Scared of what else you would say if you stayed, you sharply turned on your heels to hurry out of the room. You quickly made your way to the bathroom, locked it behind you, turned the lights off and fan on. You leaned back until you could feel the cold wall behind you. You let yourself fall against it and slide down until you were sitting in the floor, bringing your knees up in front of your face. There was nothing left for you to do except to sob. Was this really your boyfriend?

• 10 minutes went by of nothing but tears. You were finally at the point where you had exhausted yourself of crying. You felt your tongue go dry. There was nothing left in you. All you could do was wipe the tears from your face and try to catch your breath. Deep breaths in and out. In and out. ‘It will be okay,’ you kept repeating to yourself.

• All of a sudden, you heard a tiny knock at the door. ‘Fuck off,’ you thought. You couldn’t be bothered to move a single inch.

• “Y/n? Please can you open the door? Please. I need to talk to you. I’m so sorry.”

• Silence was all you gave him. He wasn’t going to get anything else.

• Knock, knock, knock. He tried again. “Please open up for me. I need to see you, I need to apologize to you. I was wrong. Just please come out or open the door so I can come in.”

• You stayed radio silent. All you wanted in this moment was for him to go away. You just wanted to be left alone until you were exhausted enough to fall asleep and get out of this hell of a day.

• A couple more tiny ‘knock, knock’s could be heard, but they were much quieter this time. You heard a sniffle from the other side of the door. In a tiny strained voice, “Baby… baby please open up. Please, I’m begging.” You didn’t think you’d ever heard him in much desperation. “Y/n please. God, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He started bawling. You could tell from the sounds behind the door that he had done just like you and had thrown himself into the floor, curling up against his knees. You could hear him quietly sobbing into them. You couldn’t explain it, but it made you feel even worse. To know that he was on the other side, feeling just as badly. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost. You could hear his hushed cries for at least 5 minutes before things started to settle down. It calmed you, but also made your heart start to race when the air was now filled with complete silence for the first time since you’d arrived home.

• You heard Chan sniff. You could tell he was trying to collect himself. Suddenly, you heard a tiny knock again. You didn’t respond. In the most diminutive voice you’ve ever heard, he whispered out, “I love you. And I am so sorry.” He sat there for a few seconds, contemplating if he should even keep going. Why would you care what he had to say anymore? He was the biggest asshole, and there was no coming back from that. He didn’t mean any of what he said in the slightest. All he knew is that he was hurt, so he wanted to hurt you back. God, he wished he didn’t. He wished he wasn’t the most useless human on the face of the earth. All he had wanted to find in life was you. He spent forever trying to earn you, to get you to give him the time of day, and now look at him. He was disgusted in himself. How could he ever come back from this? How could he ever come back from you? There was no coming back from you. It was either you or no one.

• He continued to whisper, to plea, to cry using only his voice. “I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I genuinely… I don’t,” you heard him blow out a slow exhale. “I don’t know what came over me. I know I need serious help, and I want to get it. It’s just- it’s just-“ the tears started to fall slowly. “When I thought about you with Felix… You, my perfect fucking girl, with another man… Someone else holding you. Someone else taking you. Someone else kissing your perfect little face…” he cried. “Y/n I just lost it. I saw red… And in that moment, nothing could stop me. If I wasn’t such a fucking idiot, I would have shut up. I would have let you talk to me about it. And I should have. But I am the absolute biggest fucking loser on this earth. I am so sorry. You don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know that I truly did not mean a single word of what I said. You are the most perfect person I have ever known. I am so in love with you that it hurts- it hurts to know that I caused you any pain at all, let alone this. I’m not asking you to ever forgive me, but just know that I will never forgive myself. I love you, y/n.”

• You remained silent again. You were trying to take in everything Chan had said, to try and store it all in your brain. But you were exhausted and could barely keep up. You listened as he began to cry once more.

• “If you want me to go, then I’ll go. I can find somewhere else to stay and you can have some peace,” he weeped and wiped at his eyes. “No matter what happens, just know that you were the best thing to ever happen to me. I will never love anyone the way that I love you. You will forever be the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last face I see before I close my eyes.” He was sobbing uncontrollably, his words now muffled, as he uses his hands to cover his face. “In my last days, when my body finally gives in, I will thank God for allowing me to have such a woman in my life, only if for a while. Your name will be the last word that I ever utter and your soul will be the last thought I ever have. I promise, y/n, it is a privilege to love you and I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel otherwise. I never deserved you in the first place.”

• He sat for another moment, and you could hear him take a deep breath, almost choking on the fluid collected in his throat. You heard a rustling motion as he pushed himself up slowly off the floor and then shuffle his way back to his room.

• He stopped dead in his tracks, sure he was being delusional. He turned his body back toward the path he’d just walked. He wasn’t delusional. The door was cracked open. “Baby? Did you do that? Is it okay if I come in?” He spoke softly towards you.

• “Yes,” you finally strained out. You told yourself that you shouldn’t do it. But you knew why you did. You loved him back. Everything he just said about you is exactly how you felt about him. You believed him when he said he didn’t mean the words he spoke to you. You also believed him when he said he wanted to get help. I guess more than anything, you believed he was truly sorry. You weren’t going to be able to live with yourself if you gave up on him like that- to live in a world not knowing whether this life with him could have been beautiful. To live in a world where you had to constantly think about him and if he still loves you as much as you love him. No matter how much your brain tried to make you say no, you just couldn’t. Not on him. That’s not how your heart works.

• He slowly eased his way inside the door frame, gently walking so as to not startle you. You could barely make him out with only a small amount of light from the hall peaking in, but you could always make out those loose curls. Seeing his beautiful, swollen, tear-covered face, you let out another small cry for yourself.

• “My sweet baby,” Chan extended his body down to you. He took your face in both of his hands and brought his face right to your level. He stroked your cheek with his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. He then tilted his head slightly up and yours slightly down, to leave the most gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. You felt it burn into your skin. Not in a bad way. In a way that you had been craving it and didn’t even know until now. In a way that was searing away any wounds that you may have gotten. He pulled his face back and wrapped his arms around you tightly in a hug.

• “I love you baby. I’m so sorry. I will do everything I possibly can to show you that,” he whispered into the hair at the back of your neck.

• “You promise you didn’t mean what you said?” you whispered back, sniffling.

• “Pinky promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

• “Then I love you too,” you pulled him back off of you slightly. You wanted to make sure he could see the entirity of your face. “Which is why you are going to therapy.”

• He giggled like a small child. “I think that’s a good idea,” he smiled brightly. “How about we start that therapy with this?” He leaned in to join his lips with yours in the deepest kiss you think you’ve ever felt. Maybe this is therapy for you both.

Mars in Sagittarius

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mintsv · 11 months

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cherry blossom - k. gyuvin (ch 2)

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read chapter 1 here!

pairing ➷ gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : you and gyuvin were in your last years of high school and lived beside each other. at school, he's captain of the basketball team, gyuvin is friendly and easygoing, not to mention he's extremely popular. on the other hand, you're the class president and have been for many years, you very studious, making you not have many friends. nevertheless, your fateful friendship bloomed under the cherry blossoms of april.

genre : romance . fluff . angst . high school au

word count : 3.5 k

warnings : swearing (i think that's it lmk if theres more!)

notes : sorry this took wayy longer than it should, silly fact is i had to write a lot of these on the airplane :) anw this chapter's a lot of angst and the storyline became kinda messy im very sorry i tried my best, i hope it's okay tho and i might make a follow-up fluff chapter if this turns out well!

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'do i like y/n?"

gyuvin thought to himself, suddenly not being able to think of anything else other than that question. gyuvin was very unfamiliar with the terms : 'like', 'crush', or 'love'. the idea of having crushes and a partner had never really piqued his interest so to think of his bestfriend, you, in a romantic way gave him mixed feelings.

ultimately, he remembered his initial task which was to bring you home after the tiring day you went through. shaking his head, he put those thoughts behind him and began rushing to the gym. just as he arrived, he saw your figure with a blonde haired boy sitting on the bleachers happily chatting while sharing two cans of coke, the drink you usually bought for him after every tournament.

unknowingly, gyuvin felt his heart sink into his stomach at the sight. again he couldn't understand what he was feeling, he placed a hand on the left side of his chest, feeling how his heart beat quickened with every sight of you.

'stop overthinking, your heart's beating fast because you just ran here idiot.' gyuvin thought, removing his hand while his feet trudged their way up the bleachers.

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"y/n!" he shouted loud enough for the both of you to hear. your head peeked from the blonde's broad shoulder before bidding him a farewell.

"it was nice talking to you ricky, i hope we can continue this conversation someday." you grin as you wave him goodbye, packing up your things with a small smile plastered on your lips, obviously in a better mood than before thanks to ricky.

you walked to gyuvin, finding him a little odd than usual but you decided not to question it.

"cmon let's go!" you awoke the boy from his trance, his head shook similar to a puppy as he awkwardly swung his arms around your shoulder.

"yeah sorry, let's go home." he apologized before rushing out of the gym, his arm was still around your shoulder and he was practically dragging you by the head considering your evident height difference.

still, you decided not to question why he was suddenly awkward and nervous, usually that was your job but you let it slide this time.

"gyuvin wait!" your eyes caught the view beside you, the sun was still setting over the horizon, faintly illuminating the cherry blossoms as it's petals danced in the wind. you quickly took out the camera you had bought the other day, playing with the settings trying to get the perfect shot. you have always been infatuated by nature and it's doings, things as simple as catching a sunset could lift your mood in seconds.

the brunette knew how much you loved taking photographs, with no other option he stood beside you and waited. unconsciously, his gaze shifted from the view to your figure. starstruck, gyuvin gulped as his eyes traced your features illuminated by the golden haze and somehow he felt the same feeling of his heart speeding up, beating in sync with every glance he takes of you.

"gyuvin isn't it so pretty?" you said, leaning towards the railing of the bridge you were on as the comfortable chilly wind brushed past you.

"yeah, very." but he wasn't looking at the sunset. he mirrored your movements as he leaned to the railing to place himself beside you, afraid you'd be uncomfortable, he finally pryed his eyes away from you to take in the sunset that was equally as beautiful. after a few minutes gone by, you broke the silence as you felt a wave of tiredness wash by you after the long day.

"it's getting dark, lets go home now." you give the boy a thin lipped smile, and he nodded in return.

the night ended with the both of you walking home together in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company even when there were no words to be exchanged, and although you don't realize it, it was one of the things gyuvin was grateful for. your presence always had the ability to heal his social battery after a long day, and all along, you were his serenity. why did it take so long for him to realize?

arriving at your doors, you bid farewell to the boy as he waited for you to go in your apartment first before himself. after confirming you were okay, he laid in bed, sprawled out like a starfish as he stared holes into the ceiling. his mind went back to everything that had happened and unintentionally the boy began to fall asleep with a silly smile glued onto his lips.

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the day after, you open your front door to be met by an unexpected sight.

"hey, ready for school?" the boy spoke with a charming smile, dressed tidyly in his school clothes with his hair neatly styled.

it took you a few seconds to take in his surprising appearance, it was usually the other way around and you'd wait for him in front of his door but the new change didn't upset you, even though it was a little strange.

"yeah.. let's go.." you both began to walk to the bus stop but what surprised you was gyuvin didn't take the initiative to sling his arms around your shoulder or initiate any contact like usual, sure it rather upsets you but you didn't want to seem clingy so you tried to ignore it.

until breaktime, gyuvin continued to act strange towards you. you offered to have lunch together but he refused saying he had plans with his teammates. so there you were, taking your lunch to your classroom and eating unaccompanied. at one point, you remembered the homework you were assigned to check this morning, taking the papers out of your desk compartment and setting your half eaten lunch aside.

you felt the break time become increasingly boring, while everyone was gathering with their friends, you were stuck doing duties as class president and most of all you felt a slight headache occur. just as you were about to put away the papers, a voice called out.

"y/n, there you are." you turn to look at the owner of the voice, although a bit dissapointed you were glad you at least had someone to share the pain with.

"oh hey ricky, what're you doing here?" you respond as the blonde takes a seat beside you, bringing out his lunchbox and putting it on his table. you put away the papers and placed your cold lunch in front of you.

"thought you could use a friend." he gave you a small smile as he began eating the food he brought. in return, you open your lunch and start to eat in the presence of a friend to accompany you.

"by the way, have you been looking for me?" you noticed how ricky was sweaty and panting when arrived so you assumed he must've spent a hefty time looking for you.

"well, actually gyuvin asked our whole b-ball team to have lunch with him, he said it was important and i assumed you were there too, but you weren't so i came looking for you."

"if it's important.. why didn't you stay to listen?" you asked curiously in which ricky replied with a scoff.

"gyuvin just ended up rambling about girls and crushes and all that, it seems like he has a crush on someone but he wouldn't tell us. most of the team ended up leaving anyway, i think only yujin and taerae stayed." your hands stop from taking another bite, feeling your heart sink at the sheer thought.

"what else did he say?" you were hesitant to hear more, but your curiosity took over.

"hmm.. something about it being recent and i think their name is-"

"Y/N!" you flinched from shock, turning around to see gyuvin in front of the classroom door he just barged through.

"speaking of the devil.." ricky whispered to you before saying goodbye, vacating the awkward atmosphere and leaving you alone with gyuvin in the classroom.

after ricky's departure, gyuvin sprinted onto the seat beside you, the one ricky had just sat in.

the silence was so deafening you would hear if a pin dropped. truthfully, you couldn't bear eye contact with him, but you didn't necessarily enjoy the discomfort you were currently in either.

"what're you doing here? i thought you had plans with the team." you say in a voice lower than a whisper, hoping he had heard and you didn't have to repeat yourself.

"oh um, i feel bad for leaving you, anyway i have something to tell you-" you cut him off in between, feeling your heart drop to your stomach from both his words and the fact that you thought he liked someone else.

"you felt bad for me?" anger welled up along with the feeling of your heart wrenching.

"wait no no no that's not what i meant but i need to tell you something!" gyuvin panicked, moving his arms in the air when realization hit him.

"gyuvin i'm perfectly fine, ricky was here anyway so i don't understand why you had to come. i'm not someone who always needs to be taken care of, i'm not that weak gyuvin." you ranted, saying whatever came to your mind impulsively and unintentionally ignoring what the boy was about to say.

"y/n i never said you were weak, what's wrong with being taken care of? can you take some time to see where i'm coming from first?" taking one of your hands in his as he searched your eyes with a pleading look.

"i'm trying to gyuvin, but whenever i do i can't help but think you will see me as a burden, someone that has to be walked to school and back home everyday, someone that has to be accompanied when eating, or sometimes i'm someone that can't even attend your matches and support you." you reply, holding in the tears threatening to fall as you stare deeply into his orbs, in fact you just needed reassurance. that was all you truly wanted from him, 'i don't' two simple words you hoped to hear.

"well i'm just trying to look out for you. maybe if ricky did those things to you, you wouldn't mind." the boy's impatience took over as frustration fueled his body for a split second.

his blunt words did nothing but worsen the ache in your heart. you quickly packed up your things, not having the energy to reply to him anymore.

"you know what, i'm not feeling well, i'm going home early, gunwook will take care of the class. and don't follow me." part of you didn't lie, you felt your head still throbbing from inexplicable pain. but you also had to excuse yourself from seeing gyuvin any longer.

you stood up, getting ready to leave until a hand pulled you back.

"y/n, are you mad?" what a stupid question, you thought. you didn't answer him, harshly letting go of his hold on your wrist before walking out of the classroom, closing the door behind you just in time as the bell rang.

in the classroom, gyuvin sat back down in despair. he ruffled his hair brutally after realizing what he had said, ruining the perfectly styled hair he did at 6 in the morning just for you. in fact, gyuvin was trying to say 3 words : 'i like you' but somehow he had messed everything up. unknowingly he felt a something slide down his left cheek.

'shit why am i crying?' the boy thought to himself, he quickly wiped the tear as he stood up furiously, startling the students who had just came in the classroom. seeing the scene he was creating, he quickly packed his bags, mumbling a few sorrys before heading out of the room to the basketball court.

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you rush out of the classroom and down the stairs with your head down, wiping a few stray tears along the way. suddenly, you were stopped by someones chest blocking the way. you were about to walk around him but he had stopped you once again, holding onto your shoulder as he forced you to look up.

"y/n.. what happened?" the tall blonde asked in a worried tone.

"nothing, i don't feel well so i'm going home." again you tried to walk past him but ultimately you were stuck in his grasp.

"did gyuvin do something? you can tell me." you start squirming in his hold, trying to get out as you felt the pain in your head worsen.

out of the sudden, you felt ricky let go completely as your view was no longer the blonde rather a tuff of brunette hair.

"what do you think you're doing asshole!" gyuvin held the boy from his collar as his back towered over you almost protectively.

"i think i should be the one asking. what did you do?" ricky emphasized on the 'you' and when he felt gyuvin's grip weaken, he pushed the boy off, dusting off his blazer before walking off with a smirk on his face.

gyuvin threw his head back in annoyance, ruffling his already messy hair as he turned around to face your figure.

on the other hand, you were pissed at what he did, it made you feel like you always need to depend on his help once again. your tears have already dried up, leaving your cheeks stained in which gyuvin couldn't help but notice.

"let's go." he took your wrists with a strong grip, practically dragging you whilst you try to pry his fingers off.

"leave me alone gyuvin, i can go by myself and i don't need you!" you yell, although the pain becomes unbearable. seeing your struggle felt like thousands of daggers flying through his chest, automatically he loosened his grip to gently hold your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

"y/n, please don't hurt yourself like this. i'll explain everything once you get home and rest okay? let me take care of you one last time." with his free hand he took ahold of your tear stained cheeks, gazing deeply into your orbs while he felt tears gather in his own.

despite your anger, your heart couldn't help but soften. you have always had a soft spot for the puppy-like boy. when you felt his hand comfortingly rub your cheek, you let out a sniffle.

suddenly you felt your head throb, you stumbled forward to be caught by gyuvin. you shut your eyes from the discomfort as gyuvin quickly read the situation, turning around to lift you onto his back. your arms automatically circle his neck while his latched onto your thighs, slightly rubbing his thumb in a comforting manner.

you rest your head in the crook of his neck defeatedly. gyuvin mumbled some incoherent words you could barely hear before he began speed walking to your apartment.

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arriving at your apartment, you were already worn out and sleeping on the boy's back. just then he had remembered he didn't have your apartment key, he decided to rest you in his own flat. he unlocked his door, closing it behind him before rushing to his bedroom as he placed you on his bed carefully.

"wait here okay? i'm gonna go get your meds" he spoke to your sleeping state as he put his hand on the top of your hair and gently stroked it.

in the kitchen, gyuvin prepared some medicine and cooked up a bowl of porridge taken from a recipe you used to make from him when he was sick. after everything was ready, he took a deep breath before entering his room once again to find you still sound asleep.

he placed the food tray onto his nightstand, pulling up his blanket to cover your body before turning on the small nightlight and closing the curtains to create a comfortable homey atmosphere.

at last, he sat down on the floor beside the bed to be eye level with your sleeping figure. the boy sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear to get a clear view of your face before starting to talk, thinking you were still sound asleep.

"y/n i'm sorry, i really really really am." he sighed, making sure his voice wasn't loud enough to wake you up as he continued,

"i know i'm an asshole for not telling you sooner, hell i messed up so bad i made you cry. what i wanted to say all this time was that.. i like you, a lot." the boy sniffled, holding in his cry so he could finish the sentences he prepared.

"the argument we had today made me realize that i don't deserve your kindness. i don't and have never thought of you as a burden, in fact i wish you'd trouble me more often. y/n i know how hard you try to satisfy other people, you stay up late to arrange events for the class, you agree to revise other people's work even when you haven't done your own, you do every group project alone but after all of that you still try to attend all my matches, make me lunch when i forget, or take care of me when i'm sick, so i just want to do the same for you."

finishing, gyuvin wiped his tears, his eyes traced your features illuminated by his small nightlight. he had always thought you were the most beautiful person in the world though he hadn't had many chances to see you up close. just tonight he had confirmed his feelings, he was completely and utterly in love with you.

"y/n remember to eat the porridge before it gets cold and drink your medicine with warm water, i'm sorry i disturbed your sleep. i'm going now." the boy stood up getting ready to leave but on his second step, he paused deliberately when a hand latched onto his wrist.

"i'm sorry too.." you sat up from the bed, tears gathering in your own eyelids similar to how the boy looked a while ago.

"w-wait no no don't cry again or else i'll start crying too.." in a split second, gyuvin was sat in front of you and holding your cheeks with both of his large hands as he wiped any tears that fell. the feeling of his warm palms on your icy skin made you melt in his touch.

"gyu i'm sorry i didn't listen to you, it's just that before you came, ricky told me something about you having a crush and it made me really upset so i ended up getting mad at you even though you did nothing wrong. i was scared i was bothering you too much because you always go home with me and you never go home with your other friends even though they ask you to. and whenever i get sick you always skip school like you're doing right now and i feel like i'm in the way of you just because we live beside each other." again you rambled continuously in between your sobs and sniffles, your mouth speaking whatever comes up in your head.

"of course not, i never feel troubled doing all those things for you, hell i'd do anything for you. but wait, why did you get mad when ricky told you i had a crush?" gyuvin stared at you doe-eyed as he waited for your reply.

"cause well.. i guess j like you too." feeling embarrassed, you tried to look everywhere except his eyes but the hands holding onto your cheek made it impossible to do so. eventually you locked eyes with him again, failing to escape the inevitable situation.

your faces were inches away from each other with only the small nightlight and the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains to illuminate the cold room.

after a while of gyuvin processing your words, a silly grin crept onto his lips before enveloping you in a bear-like hug. his arms circle entirely around your torso while his head snuggled into the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the fabric of his hoodie as you both share a comfortable hug.

breaking the hug, gyuvin looked at you when he suddenly remembered what he was originally here for.

"wait, your porridge is already cold now and the water too and you haven't drank your medicine-" you cut him off by a short kiss.

"shut up." you chuckled when gyuvin actually stopped talking, staring at you wide-eyed with his lips parted.

"what? do you want another kiss?"

"is asking really necessary?"

you didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, but you leaned in slightly lifting yourself up to meet his lips again. this time, gyuvin responded to the kiss as he held your cheek, guiding you while it only lasted a few seconds both of you pulled away with faces redder than tomatoes.

"so does this mean we're a thing now?" gyuvin asked, holding both of your hands and swinging them like a kid would.

"yeah, whatever.."

"we're in such a serious situation and you're still saying whatever?"

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it seemed like your headache slowly seeped away the longer you spent time with the brunette. eventually gyuvin forced you to eat the porridge he made although it was a little on the salty side and you ended up staying over at his place, ending the eventful day by watching a horror movie with your boy-friend.

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bloodiegawz · 15 days

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ROUND TWO BABY GIVE IT UP FOR ROUND TWO !!

Keyper will once again be participating in the Kirby OC Tournament! ( @kirbyoctournament ) Much to his dismay... pray for his antisocial soul. As such, he will also be open for asks and interactions!

Submission and character information below the cut- it's a bit of a copy/paste from his last one but there have been edits :3

Keyper (17, he/him)

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(The other OC in these drawings is Rhodo! She will not be included in my submission but is Keyper's only friend, so she's often seen with him. They live together in Raisin Ruins.)

Notes on Personality:

Although not shy, Keyper is very antisocial, if only for the fact that he doesn't know how to interact with others and is accustomed to being alone. His reclusive nature is more of a habit than a choice, though he'd like to (and does) say otherwise. He puts his needs first always, concerned with his own well-being as a means of survival.

He doesn't like to talk about himself, but he has a bit of an ego and will brag about his own abilities over others- usually right before overestimating himself and absolutely eating dirt at whatever he was doing. If someone is having trouble with something, he will likely tease or taunt them and not help. On the flipside, he's easily upset when things don't go his way- much like his grouchy demeanor would suggest. Generally, Keyper comes off as a snarky, moody teenager, motivated by little other than anything with immediate utility.

Despite himself, he tends to gravitate towards those like him- whether they be lonely or simply surviving but especially if they are struggling in their problems. He feels a need to get these people on their feet if nothing else, knowing the hardships of being stressed and underprepared.

In rare cases, when confronted with something unexpected (be it anywhere from getting lost in a new place to emotional vulnerability), Keyper's immediate response is fear and anxiety. He doesn't like unfamiliar situations and will try to get out of them as soon as possible, or otherwise shuts down.

Backstory and Lore:

Keyper is a hybrid Key Dee/Hunter Scarfy. An odd combination for sure, and even stranger is his role in this dynamic: he watches over a key that seemingly has no door. Though he doesn't know what it does, he has an attachment to it and values it even more than himself. He has no home and by now no parents, living in the sands of Raisin Ruins for all of his life. He took up bounty hunting as a way to live, moving from town to town to take on whatever jobs he can get his claws on. Many people reject his offers to work because he's so young, though...

Other fun facts:

His favorite foods are bread, apples, and honey. On the contrary he despises most sugary desserts like ice cream or cakes.

Uncomfortable in super crowded areas and prefers to be with just a few people if being alone is not an option, a role that is nowadays taken by Rhodo.

Has not had a proper bath in one million years (maybe like one or two months).

Prides himself on his claws and will do anything to keep them clean and sharp, even if the rest of his hygiene isn't maintained so carefully. Because of this, he'll opt for using a knife rather than his claws for fighting.

He is easily distracted by shiny objects. Please do not take advantage of this fact, he will be very upset.

His bag contains multitudes, a possibly comedic amount of things to carry everywhere on a regular basis, but incredibly useful. Many people suspect there's some kind of enchantment on it, but when asked, he shrugs and says he "just found it".

Despite having floating paws, he prefers to keep them close and won't reach out very far with them.

His eyesight is much worse with his single eye rather than the false ones, which is something he's self-conscious about.

Is colorblind (deuteranopia).

#gawzdrawz #kirby series #kirby oc tournament #kirby: keyper #kirby: rhodo #kirby oc #uhhh i think thats all my tags #anyway yea :) hes back #sorry i dont have time to do more for this post !!!!#i have... so many things to do.... haah

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To Build a Home

Summary: You are a broken soul and he can recognize it. Paring: modern Aegon Targaryen x FemaleReader Word Count: 3083 Warnings: Mentions of household abuse, night terrors and coping with anxiety, but then there will be fluff, oh yes indeed. Author’s Note: Huge shout out to @sirenofavalon for this request, it is absolutely brilliant and I just adored it. Thank you! A huge thank you to @aspen-carter and @f4ll-for-you for being my beta readers, to Dais especially. You are my muse and I appreciate the ideas you poured into this story, to help me with the outline to create this piece. I cannot thank you enough for you being you. 💜💛 Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Taglist (my Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aspen-carter @aemondx @fan-goddess

Helaena had the tendency to collect things; some were intolerable, like her entomology infatuation, and others were more manageable. At school, she was a beacon of warmth and acceptance, accumulating friends from every social group and often bringing them home. Some would stay for a while and move on, still friendly with hallway run-ins, but others needed a savior, an escape.

Those were the ones who stayed, knitted at her side.

You were quiet as a result of growing up in a violent household, where the tempers were an unbridled heat that searched for any release. As a result, your steps were soft, your movements always slow; it was a skilled trepidation as you were unwilling, unwanting of any attention to be brought to you.

Helaena had always been sweet enough to sit with you during lunch. You remembered when she sat at your side and asked about the book you were reading. Usually, it was a shield, a way to hide in plain sight, but her lilac eyes were kind and you bookmarked your place to talk with her. It continued through the week, she was always entertained with your summary or reviews of whatever book you had, the different genres of fiction that captured your attention, and you thought her bugs were both peculiar and fascinating.

She invited you to spend the night and you were able to get permission, both a rarity and relief; that Friday, you waited with Helaena and her two older brothers for their mother, who she kindly asked for you to call her Alicent, to come pick you up.

The ride was wonderful, as anything that took you away from your home was; you bonded with Aemond over a shared love of literature and learned that you and Aegon were in the same grade, though your schedules were off-kiltered as a result of him failing some classes.

The Targaryen home was large and welcoming. You saw only one family photo and learned their father had died, but he was not grieved like a love lost, but it almost seemed to be an unspoken relief that washed over the household.

The evening was spent sprawled in the living room, playing video games until dinner was ready; the meal time was spent in a raucous debate over what film would be watched before bed. Though it was good natured, you felt yourself begin to wither under the raised voices when suddenly Aegon announced it would be The Never Ending Story.

“It is a classic,” he said with a finality to end the discussion.

Later that night, Alicent was on the couch with Daeron, another and even younger brother, while the rest were in a nest of blankets and pillows on the living room floor. It was your first real taste of a family setting and you fell asleep with a smile and the subtle ache knowing you inevitably would have to return home.

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Aegon was always a light sleeper; there was an inability to shut his brain off. His mind seemed to flit over anything and everything, which he did his best to explain to his father when he was alive, again to his grandfather, and was met with their adamant words that he was just not applying himself.

He felt at ease, an unfamiliar but welcomed emotion, nestled amongst his siblings and you, the newest addition, each tucked away in a bundle of blankets on the floor. Aegon began to teeter the edge of unconsciousness when he heard it.

A soft whimper, a quiet cry.

He shifted to move, careful not to disturb Aemond or Helaena with her cocoon of pillows; he crept to where you were sleeping, or trying too. He saw your brows were knitted and your lips parted with another muted cry, tears catching on your lashes. Aegon was careful with his touch, just his hand to your shoulder and even this caused your eyes to open wide with fear, grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Aegon whispered. “It’s Aegon and you’re staying at our house, remember?”

You trembled with a visceral fear and it was something he unfortunately recognized; his mind flitted to earlier with the friendly discourse of what movie to watch, then to when his father was alive or whenever their grandfather would visit. Aegon moved to lay next to you and you shifted to curl against his chest; he made soft, soothing sounds that led into a melody, a few bars sung with his low timbre. He started another without you asking and did not stop until you drifted back into a more peaceful sleep.

He hummed a bit longer, allowing his eyes to take you in with the dim lighting of the room. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, enjoyed the warmth of you pressed against his chest. He also saw the muted purple and green of your jawline, a healing bruise.

Aegon was careful to pull away and retreated back to his pillows and blankets, still humming the song.

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The next day, you woke up to breakfast being prepared, the clatter of pots and pans, the low baritone of Aemond giving commands and Daeron’s higher pitch quipping back, and the musical laughter of Alicent over it all. You shied away to clean up in the guest bathroom, the careful application of makeup to hide what waited at home, before coming back to the hallway and bumping into Helaena.

Your new friend has the warmest smile, something that glowed from the kindness that seemed to resonate from her. “Hey, I already asked my mother and, if it is okay with your’s, you are welcome to stay with us for the weekend. We can take you to school on Monday.”

What you did not know was Aegon grabbing his sister, a hushed whisper of his concern when he relayed the nightmare you had, the injury he swore he saw. She listened, nodding her head and telling him, “I assume it was something. I’ll ask mom if she can stay with us for the rest of the weekend.”

You learned that your family does not miss you, they only mind you when you are home; it was easy enough for you to stay away and it was expressed that you were welcomed to return, weekend after weekend. During the school week, you had lunches with Helaena and sometimes her brothers would stop by, though you would see Aegon checking in more often than Aemond. On Fridays, your bag was already packed and you would wait with Helaena and her brothers for Alicent to come and take you home.

It was an unspoken gesture that the guest room became yours; Alicent showed you the cleared out drawers and closet space, her sweet smile encouraging you to leave behind a change of clothes or even your school uniform, whatever you would need to feel more at home. You struggled with the words to thank her and she gave you a hug, a way to say no words were needed.

The space intimately becomes your own and you are pleased to realize your wall is shared with Aegon and his room. The years continued, with secondary school nearing its end and with graduation looming, you and Aegon would spend more time together; he would slip into your room for a late night talk, your shared whispers of what was next to come.

You knew you slept better at the Targaryen’s than your own home, but your nightmares would still come with its sickening hold that sunk into your chest, with a fear that paralyzed you and choked your tongue. It was always the same, how you would run and run, without an end in sight, but aware that if you stopped, it would finally be able to sink its hold into you…

You woke up, in the spare bed placed in the spare bedroom that was unspokenly yours. You felt his warm touch, your mind clearing and allowing you to recognize the comfort noises from Aegon and you blushed once you understood you were in his arms, yet again. You trembled still, but it was a mixture of the lingering fear and newfound relief that the nightmare ended; you let out a shaky exhale.

His fingers curled under your chin and you tilted your head back to meet with his eyes. “Hey,” he smiled at you and you felt your blush deepen.

“H-hey,” you stammered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was awake already.”

It was something you had noticed, how restless he seemed to be in his own room. You wanted to ask what kept him awake, but instead you say. “Aegon, would you please sing my song?”

He shifted his weight, allowing you to reposition; Aegon laid on his back, his head propped on the pillow and you curled against his chest, like always.

Helaena was your dear friend, perhaps your best friend, but Aegon was something special. With your frequent stay-overs, you learned that he would always be there when you woke up, wearing his warm smile with a song perched on his tongue; his soothing voice helped ease you back into reality, a sung promise that in this moment you were safe within the walls that held you.

His songs were uniquely his own, his voice amazing, like a balm for your broken soul. It was what was needed to lull you back to sleep, without the terror when you closed your eyes, but this time, you forced yourself to remain awake. “Does your family know you sing like this?” You whispered into his chest.

You can feel him shake his head and you peered up to see the tussle of his silver locks. “This is something only for you,” and he smiled, pulling you closer to his chest.

Aegon smelled rich, but you knew it was a cologne that Alicent picked out and it mixed well with the scent of clean laundry and his own comforting scent. You wrapped your arm around his stomach, nestling into the warmth he always seemed to exude; he tensed at first, then exhaled. “I never recognize what you sing to me,” you continued and it is something of a question.

“It’s the music that plays in my head,” is his vague answer. He always shied away when you complimented his natural talent, always groaning or blushing whenever you praised his singing.

“Is the music what keeps you up?”

He hummed a noncommittal reply, so instead you shyly request him to sing you another song and, as always, he obliges you. You can feel the vibration where your head was laying on his chest, his voice able to bring you back to sleep.

You always slept soundly at his side.

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Graduation comes and you both have enrolled into the same university, but by your own means; Aegon has his trust fund and you, proudly, have your scholarships earned. You shared your concern about finding a place to stay and he was quick to suggest that you roomed with him, since his grandfather was paying for his housing as a means for redemption.

The Targaryens were always gracious to you and seemed aware of your home life, though you never dared breath a word about it; you should have known he would offer.

You hesitated; to be his roommate would be effortless, your friendship had grown over the years and his presence allowed you to feel comfortable, made you feel safe. The two of you shared a bond, something his family was aware of but only Helaena would dare tease you; in truth, you cherished the friendship, but you found yourself wanting something more and were too afraid to ask for it.

Aegon was undeniably handsome, with his bright eyes and his smile that filled the width of his jaw, his mussed silver locks that framed his face. Though he never seemed interested in anyone, the thought lingered with you, he will inevitably get a girlfriend, and then what would you do?

You swallowed that thought and agreed to it; to celebrate, you purchased him a small, leather bound journal and left it with a note on his bed, in his new room:

A place where you can store your music and maybe find some sleep.

Together, you both create the apartment into a space that is all your own. Your schedules are listed and you both make sure to recap your days, relishing in each other’s victories. When Aegon came home with a guitar in hand, you glowed with your excitement, the idea of what he would create next.

His laughter was a sound that filled your chest. “I don’t even know how to play it yet!”

“Yes, but you are talented and brilliant,” you argued, your cheeks rosy from your smile. “So I trust you will be amazing.”

His talent seemed natural enough and the acoustic sounds complemented his voice in a way that you now craved. Your nightmares were not as frequent, but it seemed to be replaced with an anxiety that had you in a chokehold; it came with the stress of your courses and you pushed yourself to maintain the grades needed that allowed your scholarships.

Aegon always seemed aware when it began to grab ahold of you and he would be in your door frame, with his guitar in hand. You smiled and moved to your bed, allowing him your seat, and he would show you what he had been learning, his voice able to loosen anxiety’s grip.

“Aegon,” you sighed one day. “You really should play the next time they do an open mic at the coffee shop. You are so talented.”

“That is your opinion,” he grinned in return, setting the guitar to lean against your desk. “Maybe if I had a cult following, all who shared your opinion, I could make something with it.”

“A cult following would be easy enough,” and you meant your tone to be teasing. “Honestly, you can easily get any girl you want, if you actually tried.”

The silence was heavy, almost palpable between the two of you; it was something you had never experienced with him before. It was supposed to be a joke amongst friends, but you wished you could scoop up the words and swallow them.

He watched you, carefully, his beautiful eyes seemed to trace over your features, but you assumed he did not wish to meet with your stare. You were holding your breath, unsure if you needed to break the silence building or allow him to do it, and it went too long.

Aegon stood up, one hand combed through his silver waves and the other pulled the leather bound journal you gifted him, setting it on the desk. He did not say anything, but instead grabbed the guitar and retreated to his room, leaving your door open.

You looked at the journal and your eyes trailed to the now empty door frame; you waited for him to come back. He doesn’t and you push from the bed, reaching to pick it up and standing still, debating on what you should do next.

His handwriting fits him, a cursive hybrid scrawl of letters, as if he struggled to keep with the thoughts that spilled from his mind to the paper. You find every page was nearly filled, front and back, with a poetry pose that flowed; the subject, his words had a theme and the realization had you crimson.

It was you.

You fell back to sit on the edge of your bed, thinking and replaying every intimate moment shared, how it transcribed to his written words and how you had been blind to understand the meaning behind his words sung. You classified what you two shared as friendship, frightened to try for something else, especially when it had seemed unattainable before, but now…

The one consistent thing was that Aegon was your peace, he was your comfort personified with his beautiful, bright eyes and the smile that would pluck the strings of your heart with every song he had ready on his lips. You appreciated him and you were scared to ever ask for something more, to push him for something and he would pull away and be lost to you.

You now held his journal, in his own words you finally understood from his perspective, he was the one carrying feelings that were unreciprocated but he had contentment to be a friend for you and nothing more, if it allowed him to forever be a part of your life.

Your grip ached your fingers, a renewed passion that burned away the anxiety that hid in the shadows, and you stood up again, your each step determined, but still soft. His door was closed, but you see his light is on and pooled below; your nails gently tapped and you heard his muffled acknowledgement.

Aegon was laying face down on his bed, his face buried in his pillow but he twisted to face you. His eyes met with yours and he was quick to sit upright, a look of recognition to his features.

He always seemed to be so aware of you.

“Aegon,” you breathed, a smile on your lips and the realization you had no word prepared with your semi-grand entrance. Your eyes looked around his room, an organized mess to his belongings and his scent touching everything. You realized you always allowed him into your space, but never asked to venture into his own.

He pushed himself from the bed and moved towards you, watchful of your response as he drew closer.

He was always astutely aware, respectful of your boundaries that you set with your subtle mannerisms. He saw your stance, how your hands were white with the hold on his journal, how your tongue wet your lips as you struggled for the words. “I… need to get you a new journal. This one is nearly full.”

His smile is warm and kind, as always. “I always have inspiration, so I am full of ideas.”

You hummed. “Could I… I always sleep better with you at my side. Do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Aegon looked at you and your heart melted within your chest, unable to collect itself when he closed the distance between you. His hands were careful to cup your jaw, rough from the calluses of guitar strings but still gentle, and he pressed his lips to your own.

#aegon targaryen #modern aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x female reader #modern hotd au #sweet aegon fluff #to build a home

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Yandere! Cielomort

Felt a little silly goofy ♡

Cielo having a natural charisma that attracts people... Always calm and collected, highly intelligent. He takes his duties very seriously... But then ONE DAY, he sees a stranger standing off in the distance, perhaps a little shy with their head lowered. Everyone in the room is surrounding Cielo, all of them engaged and focused on entirely him. Everyone except you. It's... Intriguing... But he doesn't think much of it. His days continue on like usual. He protects his lord, he performs his duties, he remains calm and steady. However- he now begins to notice you when you're in the room. So distance, so quiet... You must be seriously shy! And since he's from a place known for innocence, friendship, and love, he figures he should approach you and become acquaintances. He's never thought of romance very much before, JUST friendship. As you look up at him and smile, he feels a strange twinge in his chest. It's... Unfamiliar, a teeny-tiny bit nerve wracking. But it doesn't get the best of him. He engages in conversation with you, maybe cracks a charismatic joke or two, then gets your name. His obsession with you would start out very, very slowly. Now when he's out doing his duties, he can't help but wonder if you're around. Are you doing well? Are you feeling lonely? They're only small thoughts, but they're practically the seeds for something much darker yet to grow. Every time he sees you, he's quick to walk up to you and start a chat. You're still a little bit shy- probably because he has such a prestigious reputation. That's what he figures, anyway. But he's determined to make you his friend...! Just his friend. Of course. Cielo slowly starts to fall deeper in love with the way you laugh, your demeanor, your smile, your everything. He doesn't recognize it as love, though.

Cielo doesn’t think that anything is out of the ordinary until, one day, he sees you talking to somebody else. For another person– you’re smiling, giggling, and talking to someone that isnt him-!? Love is something he’s a little unfamiliar with… And jealousy? Jealousy is practically an alien feeling from a distant universe. He has absolutely no idea what he’s feeling– there’s basically not a term for it in Cinnamoroll’s sweet, innocent kingdom. Cielo is not used to losing his composure. He finds himself almost stomping over to your side, asking you “who are you talking to..?” His heart aches, knowing that it’s not just him who gets to talk to you and make you smile.

When he’s on duty, he finds himself thinking about the entire situation over and over again. It practically haunts him. And when he, for the first time, messes up during a situation at work? He finally realizes that something is deeply wrong. But it’s not like he can talk to anyone about it. Nobody would ever understand what he’s feeling–! He shouldn’t be feeling these things at all. So unfamiliar with romance… He doesn’t even know what it means to kiss somebody. He wants to do SOMETHING with you, but he absolutely doesn’t know what exactly he wants. So, during his off hours, he instinctively winds up seeking you out. When he’s alone with you, that’s when his weird feelings and urges start to disappear, and he can go back to being his calm and charismatic self.

Cielo loves it when you stand close to him. It’s so sweet… Without realizing it, he stands super close to you, his hands mere centimeters away from your own. Ah, he also loves leaning his face down close to yours… The feeling of breathing in your air makes him feel… Funny.

He can’t help but wonder: is… Is that what a friendship typically is? Friends don’t normally do this… Do they? Or is this just a different kind of friendship?

Ah, and late at night, he can’t get you off his mind. When he thinks about you, he feels so hot and strange, but he can’t pinpoint what the hell he’s feeling. He’d be in definite denial at first, but after months go by, he’d finally realize that something is definitely wrong.

At some point, he absolutely can’t keep his calm anymore. It’s like a small part of him breaks. He needs… Something… He doesn’t know what. So under the cover of darkness, he would sneak out of his house, down the dainty streets, and right up into your bedroom. And he can’t help but admire just how cute you look…

You’re just as adorable as the day he first laid eyes on you. Cielo finds himself crawling on top of you as you sleep, his eyes admiring your form as he leans in closer and closer. The warmth of your body… He loves the feeling of it. His hands slowly rub up and down your skin, shivers running down his spine. He doesn’t know what he’s doing… He’s just doing whatever his heart tells him to.

Cielo leans in close to your face, and without thinking, he presses his lips to your own. They’re so, so soft. He keeps them there for a few seconds before pulling away.

Part of him feels guilty for what he’s doing, but another part of him tells him that he HAS to do this. He dives in for a second kiss. Then a third. Then a fourth. He does everything in his power to make sure you don’t wake up… He wonders if you would hate him for doing all of this.

What would he even call you? You’re so special to him, he likes you so very much. Would… Would he call you his best friend? Perhaps that’s what it is.

The two of you are Best Friends.

#sanrio #hello kitty #cielomort #cinnamoroll #yandere #yandere writing #writing #fragaria memories #fragaria sanrio #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yancore #male yandere #yandere boy

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mellyssageversee · 8 days

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Eclipsed - Chapter 2

ZoLu/LuZo AU (Sun God Nika)

Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Zoro released a content sigh, relishing the warmth that enveloped him as he lay on the familiar soil of Isshen Dojo’s garden. Basking in the sunlight, a smile graced the swordsman’s face. It had been so long that Zoro nearly forgot the sensation of the warm earth against his skin. Despite his closed eyes, Zoro sensed someone at his side.

“I knew I’d find you here…” Kuina’s teasing voice echoed above Zoro, prompting a subtle stir. “Come on, lazy bones. It’s time to wake up! Wake up!”

Zoro attempted to open his eyes, but found the task challenging. The warmth was too inviting, too comfortable.

“Wake up!”

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows. The voice had changed. That wasn’t Kuina’s voice…

“Do you usually sleep this loooong?!” The voice whined.

Zoro slowly blinked open his eyes. A blinding light from above cast a glare across his vision. He could barely make out a childishly wide grin that reminded him of his friend.

“Finally!” The unexpected stranger bounced up happily, his fists raised over his head victoriously, as if Zoro's awakening was a great feat. The stranger turned his attention back to Zoro, his wide smile never faltering. Zoro, feeling petrified in the spot he lay, noticed the stranger's bright, glowing red eyes and white hair that danced like fire. As his disoriented gaze wandered, he realized he was in a surprisingly warm cave, the surroundings unfamiliar and surreal to him.

“All I can say is: Wow! I’m surprised that there is a human that actually still likes me!” Nika’s beaming smile seemed to intensify his light. The sight of such genuine glee had become foreign to Zoro. To see another full of such joy made his heart involuntarily quicken. “So! Who do I have the honor of thanking for sticking up for me back there?”

Zoro sat up cautiously. His mind raced to catch up with what was happening. A God was there before him. Not just any God. Nika! The one who had been missing for months. The one with the power to return light to their dark world was sitting before him, tilting his head in an inquisitive manner. His red eyes bright with curiosity. For a moment, Zoro wondered if he was dead. How else could he explain this encounter? The last thing he remembered was falling into the snow. Did he freeze to death?! No, he’d know right away if he had died…

“You have a funny look on your face. Most of you mortals seem to get this way when meeting me.” Nika sat down and reached forward to pinch Zoro’s cheek, as if trying to encourage Zoro to change his expression. Zoro couldn’t help but notice how warm the God’s touch was. “You don’t have to get so serious! All I’m asking is for your name.”

Despite Nika’s encouraging words, Zoro still couldn’t help but be taken aback. Kuina was right when she said the God was unique. Nika didn’t hold himself above Zoro. He spoke to him as if he was an old friend. In fact, the God had almost a childish nature about him. The way he now positioned himself to sit with his legs crossed next to Zoro, the way his smile never faltered, the way those large eyes glistened with wonder.. Nika was unlike anyone he had ever met.

“Zoro..” Zoro finally found his voice to answer. Nika’s eyes shone happily at the reply, which caused Zoro’s stomach to twist into knots. Perhaps it was his gut telling him he needed to address Nika with more respect? “My name is Roronoa Zoro.. uh all great and powerful Sun God Nika.”

Nika immediately scrunched his face in distaste. Zoro didn’t blame him. It felt awkward to address the God in such a way.

“Gross.. no need to get all formal. I just wanted to know Zoro’s name.” Nika let go of Zoro’s cheek. The swordsman couldn’t help but frown at the loss of warmth upon his face.

“Well, I’ve never met a God before. I don’t know exactly how I’m supposed to address one!” Zoro replied with a bit more candor. The interaction was becoming more casual, and Zoro was starting to feel a bit more at ease in the presence of the unconventional Sun God.

“Nika is fine,” Nika said with a shrug, his attention turned to a hangnail on his thumb, which he began to pick at as he continued, “Unless we are around other humans. Then you can just call me Luffy.”

“Luffy?” Zoro asked aloud. Then another question popped into his mind. “What do you mean by me addressing you that way in front of other people?”

“Well, I can’t have you addressing me as ‘your royal sun god’ around others.” Nika explained rolling his eyes like it was obvious. He picked the hangnail free and promptly flicked it across the cave.

Zoro blinked in confusion.

“Okay, that title is nothing like what I said before. And I still don’t get what you mean about us talking in front of others.” Zoro said, a bit more heatedly this time. Zoro never liked dancing around a subject. He preferred straightforward answers.

“I mean when we're traveling together.” Nika frowned, appearing equally upset. As if his answers were the most obvious things in the world, and he didn’t like that Zoro couldn’t understand right away. “You already know that others don’t like me. How would they react if they saw me in person?”

“What do you mean when we travel together?!” Zoro’s voice grew louder as shock took hold of him.

“Geez… I thought Zoro would be a lot smarter since you know I didn’t harm that island.” Nika said with a pout. The God leaned back against the cavern wall with his arms crossed.

Nika’s offhanded comment surprised Zoro yet again. He had always known the God wasn’t responsible for what happened to Ohara, but hearing it out loud from the God himself filled Zoro with vindicating relief.

“You were right at the tavern. I'm set on bringing back the sun, but first, I've got to clear my name. And Zoro’s the one who's gonna be my partner in uncovering the truth.” Nika asserted confidently.

Zoro buried his face in his hands, grappling with the confusion stirred by Nika's vague answers. With an exasperated exhale, Zoro lifted his head, determination ablaze in his eyes, poised to extract some clarity from the enigmatic God.

“Alright, let’s say I’m on board with helping you-” Zoro began slowly.

“Which you definitely are!” Nika chimed in confidently.

“No interrupting.” Zoro scolded. He blushed when realizing he shouldn't be scolding a God but he found a certain comfort in their banter. He continued, “If we're traveling together, I need more information. So, let's start from the beginning. I know you didn’t destroy Ohara, but if you're innocent, then why did you vanish? Why did the Sun suddenly disappear?”

Nika's grin finally faded. A hint of sadness flashed across the God’s eyes.

“Humans aren't the only ones who think I messed up that island.” Nika shifted his gaze away, seemingly reluctant to make eye contact with Zoro while explaining. “Other Gods share the same idea, and they're demanding I be replaced.”

Zoro's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Gods can be replaced?” Zoro questioned, wondering why, if that were the case, the other deities hadn't taken action to end the world's darkness by replacing Nika during his absence. “How? Isn’t the whole point of being a God is that you were born with your gifts. Isn’t that what sets you apart from us humans?”

Nika’s demeanor shifted. A dark look flashed across his eyes when he answered.

“Being born with our gifts never stopped other Gods from wanting more power and finding ways to take it.” Nika’s reply was so dark, so ominous, it made Zoro shiver despite the warmth of the cave. Nika, as if sensing Zoro’s discomfort, immediately switched back to his wide maddening smile. “Anyways, they planned on executing me so someone else can take my place.”

“What?!”

The swordsman couldn’t believe what he was hearing, nor could he understand how Nika could say something like it was an offhand comment.

Zoro's protective instincts kicked in, his hands involuntarily reaching out to grip Nika’s. Wide eyes turned toward Zoro, surprised by the swordsman's intense reaction.

“How can they just decide that after all the good you've done?! Did they even try to find another culprit?!”

Nika's surprise transformed into gleeful excitement, his features lighting up with a wide grin.

"I knew I’d like you." Nika beamed, seemingly unfazed by the anger on Zoro's face. The God was clearly delighted by Zoro's immediate protective response, finding joy in the swordsman's fierce loyalty despite their recent acquaintance. "Nope, they didn't bother looking for another culprit. The evidence pointed to me. Only my brothers believe in my innocence."

Nika gave the swordsman’s hand a tender squeeze, his warm touch causing a subtle blush to spread across Zoro’s face. As they shared this moment, a lingering ache of sadness toward Nika’s situation settled within the swordsman, he sat there silently waiting for the God to continue unraveling the events that led to the Sun’s disappearance.

Nika glanced upwards, seemingly envisioning the events that led to his current predicament.

“Many of the other Gods were divided on what to do with me. They fought a LOT! That’s when some Gods decided to take matters into their own hands. They chose to execute me themselves.” Nika explained.

“How is trying to take down another God not a crime?!” Zoro asked in disbelief.

Nika rolled his eyes, as if the answer was obvious.

“If the God supposedly did something wrong against humanity, it only makes sense to get rid of them. Ohara housed the temple of the God of Wisdom. Destroying the island erased sacred knowledge, lost forever in both the Mortal and Celestial Realms.”

Zoro had always known Ohara as the home of brilliant minds, but the revelation that it held knowledge sacred to the Gods added another layer to the tragedy.

“What happened when they pursued you?” Zoro prodded Nika to share more.

“My brothers tried to shield me, but it got dangerous for them. I couldn’t let them risk their safety for me, so I decided to come to the Mortal Realm to investigate myself. If I can prove my innocence, maybe the other Gods won't chase me. But I've been here too long. Cut off from the Celestial Realm, I can't provide the Sun.” Nika explained with a hint of sadness.

A heavy weight settled onto Zoro's heart. The revelation of Nika’s situation hit him hard; people had assumed the God abandoned them, not realizing Nika was fighting to survive.

“You say you need my help, but what can I do?” Zoro asked uncertainly. “I know nothing of your world. How can I assist in proving your innocence when I don't even know what to look for?”

Nika offered Zoro a reassuring smile, acknowledging the swordsman's concern.

"Well, I need someone like Zoro by my side. You're strong, and you've got a good heart." Nika explained. "I'm not the best at dealing with humans, and you can help me navigate through this world. Besides, I trust Zoro."

Zoro shook his head and chuckled in disbelief as he processed Nika's words. The idea of the Sun God relying on him to navigate the complexities of human interaction was both amusing and somewhat ironic. Zoro, often reserved and straightforward, couldn't help but find it peculiar that Nika saw him as the go-to person for this task.

"Well, you better be prepared," Zoro remarked with a smirk. A rare smile crossed his lips, and he felt a flicker of warmth in his chest at accepting the Gods request. "Interacting with ‘humans’ isn't exactly my strong suit either, but I'll do my best to keep you out of trouble."

Nika’s eyes sparkled with excitement, the infectious energy of a carefree adventurer. The God abruptly rose to his feet, stretching his limbs like he was preparing for an exhilarating journey.

“Great! Let’s get going!” Nika beamed happily, exuding his infectious enthusiasm. The God already started walking towards the exit of the cave, but Zoro was quick to rush after Nika. The swordsman grabbed into a fistful of the God’s shirt.

“You can’t just go out looking like that.” Zoro scolded, his voice carrying a protective undertone. His expression turned more serious as he felt more duty bound to protect this whimsical being. “People are going to know you’re a God right away if you go out with flaming hair, and you’re not even dressed for winter weather.”

Nika looked down at himself in surprise, realizing Zoro was right.

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that.” Nika gently shook out of Zoro’s hold. Soon, he emitted a bright glow that filled the cave. When the light disappeared, Nika stood before him looking very familiar. Zoro immediately recognized this dark-haired, brown-eyed young man as the fidgeting patron from the tavern. Even in his human form, Nika’s eyes still radiated the same alluring warmth.

Zoro didn’t realize he was staring for so long until Nika's impatient fingers gently closed around his arm, an unexpected warmth seeped through his bones. Nika's touch was a magnetic force, tugging at Zoro's attention more than he cared to admit.

“Come on. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” Nika insisted.

Zoro, unable to resist the pull Nika had on him, obediently followed. His stoic exterior hiding the subtle warmth swelling within. As they moved together, Zoro couldn’t help but notice the intertwining of their steps, creating a silent harmony between them.

“Where are we going?”

“Ohara!”

(Next Chapter)

#zolu #luzo #Zoro x luffy #zolu fanfic #Zoro x nika #I know this story has kind of been on the back burner with me working on Noble Hearts #but I wanted to post something for Luffy's birthday and I still really like this story idea.#I'll come back to it since I have so much planned

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cloudlessly-light · 8 months

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heyy could i request something jotchniss

sub jj , sub emily and dom hotch ?? thank you love ur writing :))

A/N: Hey Anon! I know you asked for sub JJ, but I can’t for the life of me picture JJ as a sub, so I hope switch/sub JJ is okay! This one also is a little more Jemily than I usually write, but I wanted to switch things up.

Title: Don’t lose your focus Summary: After JJ and Will split up, JJ feels lost for a long time, luckily for her, she finds exactly what she needs with Aaron and Emily. Word Count: 4,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, threesome, restraints, sex toys, anal, double penetration, Dom Aaron, Switch JJ, sub JJ, sub Emily

When Will and JJ decided to split up, she was lost for a long time. Her life became Henry and the BAU, splitting time between trying to be the best mother she could be while also balancing her work that she had no intention of leaving. They decided to split their time with Henry, shifting days and weeks to make it work for both Will and JJ but it was hard, it was harder than she’d wanted to admit.

For a long time after, JJ felt like half a person, like something was missing. She felt guilty because she wasn’t spending enough time with her son, felt a longing for something besides being a single mother. She loved Henry with everything she had, and the guilt for feeling like it wasn’t enough was an everlasting presence.

But JJ and Will make it work. A year passes, then another one and Henry is turning 4 and JJ has almost been able to ignore the itch that something was missing.

And then that night happens.

She’s spending an evening at Aaron and Emily’s house. They had been together for almost two years now, happy in a way that makes something ache in JJ’s chest. The jealousy was bitter on her tongue, the feeling of possibly never having the kind of happiness that her friends had a realization she’d rather not have. She pretends that she doesn’t feel something warm in her belly when Emily looks at her a certain way, or that Aaron’s heavy, warm hand on her shoulder doesn’t give her goosebumps. She didn’t want to admit that she felt something more than friendship towards them, she had ignored those feelings for so long that it felt like second nature by now.

But then Emily kisses her. It’s soft and so sudden that JJ steps back with wide eyes searching brown ones.

“What are you doing?” She asked just as Aaron came to wrap an arm around Emily’s waist.

“I think she kissed you.” He answers before Emily has the chance to, an unfamiliar look in his eye that made her gulp. “Did you like it?”

She looked between them, from the amused smirk on Aaron’s face to Emily’s dark stare, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and JJ couldn’t lie to them.

“Yes.” She breathed and she swore she saw them both relax slightly. Aaron took her hand, tugged her closer and Emily’s soft hands landed on her hips. For a moment she was lost in them, confused and excited as Aaron leaned a little closer to her.

“Should she do it again?” He asked and JJ is nodding before she can think about it. Emily’s lips are more insistent that time, soft and careful but an urgency behind her kiss. When they break apart and JJ looks between the pair she feels like the part of her that she’s been missing, finally fell into place.

That night she ends up spending hours in their bed, watches the way Emily submits to Aaron, how Aaron worships her, studies the different ways they bring pleasure to each other. And to her. It’s a new world, until them she had never been one to explore. But they come along and it’s like a buffet of pleasure that they lay at her feet.

In hindsight it shouldn’t have surprised her that Aaron had a thing about control even in bed, it shouldn’t have made her pause that Emily gave herself utterly and completely to him. That their trust led to exploration of pain and pleasure.

Aaron teaches her how and where to hit the whip across pale skin, Emily watches with hazy eyes as JJ gives herself to Aaron. She never knew she had a thing about control as well, not until she got to experience it herself.

With Aaron, she was never in control. With Emily, she always was.

“I’m giving you my permission to use her.” Aaron had whispered against the shell of her ear. “Poor thing needs two people to tell her what to do.” His hand wraps in her blonde hair and pulls harshly, causing a breathy moan to fall from her lips. “But at the end of the day you know who owns you, don’t you?”

“You do.” She gasped and she felt his grin, feral and dark against her neck.

It’s new, it’s exciting, it’s exactly what she needs.

She lets herself fall in love with them, explores what it means to be in a relationship with not one person, but two. And she’s never been happier.

It’s another year and they all live together, not caring what people might think because they were happy, they were working.

JJ is sifting through files in her office when the door closes and she looks up to find her girlfriend leaning against the dark wood, a familiar look on her face.

“Do you need something?” She arches an amused eyebrow when Emily shakes her head and pushes off from the door.

“I’m bored.” She says as she sits on the edge of JJ’s desk.

“We’re at work. Why can’t you enjoy a slow day?” JJ muses as she stands from her chair and fits herself between her spread legs. “Does Aaron know you’re in here?”

“Nope.” Emily grins as JJ grabs her hips and squeezed. She pulled her closer by wrapping her legs around her slim waist. “He’s in a mood.”

“Is he now?” JJ smirked when Emily nodded, her dark eyes already focused on her lips. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve been acting like a brat since this morning?” One hand moves from her hip to tangle in dark hair and she tugs hard enough for Emily to hiss. JJ places soft kisses up the column of her throat. “He’s already texted me everything you’ve been doing, and what we’re going to do with you when we get home.”

Emily whimpers at her words, fear and excitement in equal measure spreading through her.

“And he also told me that if you came in here trying to distract me, to tell him.” JJ keeps one hand tangled in her hair while picking up her phone with the other, quickly sending a message to Aaron. “And we both know that I’m his good girl.” JJ nips at her throat before stepping away from the brunette, leaving her dazed and aroused.

“JJ-” Emily tries reaching for her but she barely has time to stand from the desk before Aaron is walking through the door with an angered expression on his face.

“What did I tell you about leaving your desk?” He walks towards Emily and easily pushes her to her knees on the floor. Then he reaches for JJ and kisses her. “I knew I could count on you, sweet girl.” He whispers against her lips and she feels her cheeks heating and lips tug upwards at the praise. When Aaron looks down at Emily any trace of softness is gone and he scowls. “Pathetic, aren’t you?”

Emily looks up at them with wide eyes, a flush creeping from her cheeks and down her chest. She licked over her bottom lip as she nodded, wordlessly agreeing to his harsh words. But JJ knew how much she loved it, how much she craved it.

“Please Aaron-”

“Quiet.” He ordered and stepped back from her, urging JJ to follow him. He looked at Emily kneeling on the dirty floor of JJ’s office, still sometimes not believing his luck, that both Emily and JJ both gave him this, that they trusted him enough to do so. “JJ will think of a suitable punishment once we get home.”

She can’t ignore the tingle down her spine when she hears the way Emily tries to muffle a moan.

JJ and Emily get home earlier than Aaron that day and JJ plans to take full advantage of that fact. She hasn’t stopped touching Emily since they got in the car, let her hand linger on her thigh or tangled in her hair, drew her nails up and down her arm. Emily was always so receptive, breathy sighs and low moans, pale skin flushed as her eyes pleaded for more.

“Get the strap.” JJ orders and she sees the way Emily tries to hide her excitement and she smirks. She gets undressed while waiting for her girlfriend to find the harness and dildo and watches in amusement as Emily tries handing them to her.

“Get naked and put it on.” She almost chuckles at the way Emily’s eyebrows rise high on her forehead. Emily almost never wore the strap, but JJ had plans.

“Why?” She asked and JJ grabbed her jaw with just enough pressure for it to hurt.

“Because I’m telling you to. Because you clearly think that misbehaving is the way to get you what you want.” She tightens her grip and Emily hisses at the pain. “And because I fucking said so.” She all but spat the words in her girlfriends’ face, she didn’t let go until she was nodding in her hold and JJ pressed a kiss to her lips. When they broke apart Emily’s eyes were hooded, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip and taste JJ.

She watched as Emily undressed, a look of uncertainness on her face and JJ couldn’t help the low hum of amusement. She let her gaze follow the harness up smooth thighs, lingered on the fake cock bouncing between Emily’s legs as she walked slowly towards the bed.

“Lay down.” JJ instructed while pulling out the leather cuffs and then straddled her girlfriend’s waist. She smiled when her center pressed against Emily’s stomach, the brunette clearly feeling the wetness on her skin and she whimpered. She fastened her wrists in each cuff, spreading them wide apart before moving off the bed again to take in the vision of Emily tied down with a look close to desperate on her face.

“Baby-” She started as she watched the blonde at the end of the bed. “I need you.”

JJ scoffed, the sound sarcastic as it fell from her lips.

“This isn’t about you.” She said and Emily slumped slightly. “You’ve been greedy, we have treated you too good.” She moved around the room, grabbed lube and then climbed back on the bed. “So until Aaron comes home, you will lie here and you will let me use that gorgeous body of yours until I’ve had my fill. You will be quiet, you won’t touch, you’ll be good, for once in your life.” JJ gently caressed a flushed cheek, then leaned down to let her lips graze Emily’s. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.” She breathed, her entire body already hot, arousal pulsing between her legs but she resisted pushing her legs together to relieve some of the ache. She moaned quietly when JJ kissed her, opened her lips to an insistent tongue and when she pulled away, Emily almost whimpered at the loss. She watched as JJ smeared the lube on the fake cock, her eyes zeroed in on the way it looked huge as the blonde straddled it.

JJ slowly sunk down on the toy, let her body get used to the delicious stretch. She moaned, her eyes closing as she settled over her girlfriend, a lazy smile on her face as she did.

“Fuck, that feels good.” She whispered and Emily bit her bottom lip in response. She started to roll her hips, then lifted herself up and down and when she moaned louder Emily’s hands balled into fists. JJ knew that this was torture for her, that Emily loved to touch, loved to bring her pleasure. She was watching JJ with pleading eyes, the brown orbs so dark, pupils blown wide and it only made her move her hips faster.

Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off JJ, from the way blue eyes rolled back, to the parted lips, watched how her thighs tensed with each movement, how her abs clenched as she rode her faster. She could feel the need to touch only grow, wanted to wrap her lips around pink nipples and grab onto blonde hair and feel the way she would clench around her fingers.

She was moving faster, hips twitching as the pleasure built inside of her. She rubbed her clit and shuddered as her head fell back.

“You’re such a good toy for me to use.” She panted and Emily buckled up in return, clearly trying to get some relief on her clit. “So good for me.” She rubbed her clit faster as her hips grinded onto the toy.

“Fuck!” Emily moaned before she could stop, the base of the dildo pressed right against her clit with each movement of JJ’s hips.

If she hadn’t been so close she would have stopped, would have stuffed something in Emily’s mouth as a reminder to keep quiet, but she could feel her orgasm building and her need for release was bigger than her need to punish. She leaned over her girlfriend, steadying herself with one hand next to Emily’s head as she continued to ride the dildo, blue eyes locked on brown.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” She gasped as Emily whimpered. “You look so pretty when you’re this desperate.” The cuffs rattled against the headboard and JJ felt Emily push up against her again and it was the last push she needed to crash into an intense blur of pleasure. Her body trembled as her hips jerked desperately against Emily. She gasped, her forehead landing on Emily’s shoulder as she let her orgasm wash through her until all that was left was the subtle quivers. She let herself relax for a little bit and only sat up when Emily squirmed slightly.

“JJ, please.” Her voice was thick with want and JJ lifted her head with a grin on her face.

“I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come again.” She chuckled when Emily nodded quickly and then carefully sat up again, then moved off the toy. The silicone was covered in her slick and Emily’s eyes widened at the sight. JJ unclasped the cuffs, a small reward for her and then removed the harness before settling above Emily’s face.

She was quick to wrap her arms around JJ’s strong thighs, let her hands trail up and down smooth skin and sighed happily at finally getting to touch her. When she tasted JJ’s arousal she moaned, the sound muffled as she settled above her. Her tongue moved through slick folds, dipped inside of her and JJ gasped, her hips slowly rocking against her tongue.

She sucked her clit, kept JJ against her with a firm hold around her thighs. She wanted her to come on her tongue and she didn’t let up until JJ was grinding onto her face.

Sometimes it amazed JJ how quickly Emily could make her come, but only a few minutes later she was moaning and gasping. She fell forward as she came, Emily’s tongue insistent on her clit, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible.

Emily didn’t stop licking and sucking on her clit until JJ had relaxed, only then she dipped her tongue inside of her, still feeling the way her pussy was clenching.

“Good girl.” JJ moaned and sat up again. She could see Emily slick on her thighs and she smirked to herself. “Again.”

Emily whimpered, her brain hazy from arousal, her clit aching and pulsing. JJ still hadn’t touched her and she was going insane. But she loved bringing both her lovers pleasure, so she happily pushed her tongue deeper inside of JJ, a low whimper escaping at the heat of her. She alternated licking over her clit and dipping her tongue inside of her and JJ’s moans slowly got breather and louder.

“Just like that.” JJ whispered, her eyes closing at the pleasure her girlfriend was causing as she built her up again. When she opened them only a few moments later, Aaron was standing in the doorway, watching them with a smirk.

“Somone’s been having fun I see.” He said, eyes moving from the harness on the floor to JJ’s flushed face. He walked across the room and JJ leaned forward, supporting herself on Emily’s hips as Aaron leaned down to kiss her. His hands were warm as he trailed them down her body, fingers rough when he tweaked her nipples, earning a gasp from her.

“Is she making you feel good?” Aaron could see the pleasure on her body, could tell that she was close to coming and JJ nodded.

“She’s so good with her mouth.” JJ’s eyes rolled back when Emily sucked her clit hard.

“I know she is.” Aaron cooed as he started to undress. “How many times has she made you come?”

“Twice.”

“But almost three times now.” He smirked as JJ’s body started to tense. “How many times has Emily come?”

“None.” JJ forced out, barely able to listen to his dark voice as she got closer. “She hasn’t earned it.”

Aaron chuckled as he pulled off his boxers. He was already hard just from watching them, his hand fisting his cock and slowly rubbing it.

“She must be desperate by now.” He kneeled on the bed and JJ forced herself not to come just at the sight of him in front of her. “Show me how we she is.”

She pulled Emily’s thighs wide apart and she felt the moan vibrate against her clit. Emily hated when they talked about her like she wasn’t there and they knew it, they also knew that it only made her wetter.

“My my…” Aaron’s smirk was dark when he saw just how wet she was. He climbed closer to them, settled between Emily’s thighs and let his cock fall onto her clit. “What are we going to do to you?”

“Fuck, fuck-” JJ’s desperate moans caused him to look up and he grabbed her blonde hair in a tight fist.

“Come on, let go and come on her tongue.” He kept his hold on her hair as JJ came with a strangled groan. Her eyes closed tight as her hips buckled and then Aaron kissed her, swallowing up her moan.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbled against her lips, only letting her fall to the side of Emily’s body after she had stopped trembling. He watched fondly as JJ laid down beside Emily, her breathing still heavy and eyes glazed over. Then he looked at Emily, who was licking her lips, obviously still tasting JJ on them. She was panting too, her body covered in sweat.

“Gorgeous, both of you.” He mumbled and grabbed the base of his cock. He slapped the tip of it against Emily clit and she jerked with a breathy whine.

“Please, please touch me.” She pleaded and he chuckled.

“Look at you, even begging for it. Looks like JJ has done a good job putting you in your place.” He slapped his cock against her swollen clit again, the sound obscene. “Put on the harness, baby.”

JJ smiled widened and she moved from the bed, quickly adjusting the harness and getting back on the bed. She was tired, her body sated from the orgasms she’d already had, she knew that Aaron could tell as he kept slapping his cock against Emily who’s whimpers only got louder and breathier.

“Lay back, you deserve the rest.” He winked at her and bit back a smile as she laid back beside Emily who was fisting the bedding to keep from reaching out or taking matters into her own hands.

“Aaron, ah-” Whatever Emily was going to say died on her lips when Aaron suddenly slapped his hand on her clit and her thighs closed automatically.

“While I do think it would be fun watching you come just like this, I want your ass tonight.” Aaron mused casually, ignoring that Emily was grinding into his hand until he slapped it again, the sound loud as Emily let out a sound somewhere stuck between pain and pleasure. “Ride her, show us how much you need it.” With those words, he moved back enough for Emily to scramble to her hands and knees, and easily straddled JJ’s slim hips.

JJ’s hand rested on Emily’s thighs as she sat down fully, taking the entire dildo in one smooth thrust.

“You didn’t even need lube.” She smirked at the gasp that fell from Emily’s lips as she started to move. She pushed her hips up, earning a loud moan from her girlfriend as she found a pace. But she didn’t get to enjoy the sight for long, soon enough Aaron was behind them, pushing Emily down until she was laying down flat against JJ.

JJ kept her eyes on Emily’s face as Aaron slowly pushed inside her ass, she loved the look of somewhat pained pleasure on her face, loved when Emily took both of them and she knew that they did too.

“Oh my God…” Emily sucked in a breath and burrowed her face in JJ’s neck as she adjusted. Aaron was stroking calming hands over her ribs and back, JJ was holding her thighs as they gave her a few moments. “Move, please move.” She panted and Aaron was the first to pull out, setting the pace as he fucked into her with a growl.

“Perfect, my perfect girls.” He caught JJ’s eye over Emily’s shoulder and smirked at the way her mouth had fallen open. He thrusted harder and both women moaned as Emily was pushed down on the dildo that pressed against JJ’s clit.

They found a rhythm, Aaron fucking into Emily and JJ weakly pushing up against her, too tired to do much else, but it was more than enough. Emily was moaning and groaning, her senses overwhelmed from being denied for so long to feeling everything. She bit down on JJ’s shoulder, knew that she was bruising her skin but didn’t care. She was already close to the edge, getting there quickly to no one’s surprise.

“You can come.” Aaron grunted behind her before she even had the chance to ask. His lips were hot against her ear, his stubble rough against her and it was perfect. She tried moving between them, her hips jerking as she got closer and closer, until finally she came with a scream.

JJ gasped when Emily tensed above her, felt her body tremble as she came with her and Aaron’s name on her tongue. She caught Aaron’s satisfied grin as he peppered kisses along Emily’s shoulder and neck, not stopping his heavy thrusting until Emily was coming down with heavy breaths.

“JJ,” He said as he moved higher on his knees and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want to watch for a bit, rest?”

“Yes, please.” She loved watching her lovers together, loved that Aaron knew that.

Emily whined when Aaron slipped out of her, his hands warm as he helped her off JJ’s lap and onto her back again. She reached out to hold JJ’s hand just as Aaron pushed back inside her ass and her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Look at me.” Aaron mumbled and two sets of eyes looked up at him. “You can touch her freely.” He said to JJ who rolled onto her side, pressing against Emily’s body and letting go of her hand. “And you can come as much as you want to.” He looked to Emily who smiled gratefully at him. He loved to bring them both over the edge as many times as possible, but giving either of them free range like this was unusual.

Emily’s train of thought came to and end when JJ’s fingers pressed inside of her, the palm of her hand grinding against her clit just as Aaron started to thrust harder inside of her, making her bite her lip to keep from screaming out too loudly.

“She’s already clenching.” JJ said in awe, she loved that Emily always came so easily for them.

“You wound her up good, baby.” Aaron told her through slightly labored breathing. He moved to grab Emily’s hips in a tight grip, leaving new bruises over old ones as he thrust as hard as he could. He had been longing for them for hours so he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck I love watching you.” JJ whimpered as she looked between Aaron’s strong body and Emily’s trembling one. “You’re so close, again.”

“Yes, yes fuck yes.” Emily pulled JJ down for a rough kiss, her soft lips muffling the needy moans. When they broke apart she looked up at Aaron. “Kiss me?”

Aaron smiled at the simple request, that in a moment that was anything but tender, Emily would crave something so simple as a kiss. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, a low groan rumbling in his chest when JJ’s nails scratched through his hair and keeping him against Emily.

“Come again, sweetheart.” He mumbled when they broke apart and he was back to kneeling between her legs. Her ass clenched around him hard and JJ’s hand moved faster and Emily wouldn’t have been able to hold back even if she tried to. She came again with a cry of pleasure, her back arching and eyes closed tight as she gave in to the pleasure.

“That’s it, that’s it honey.” JJ mumbled against her ear, her hand slowing but not stopping as Aaron continued to fuck into her. She could feel his cock, could feel Emily’s clamping walls and she felt a rush of arousal settle between her legs.

They didn’t stop, Emily coming two more times until Aaron was grunting his pleasure against JJ’s lips as he spurted inside Emily. They were a mess of sweaty limbs and harsh breaths and pleasured daze as they laid tangled on the bed after.

“How about we shower, and then we’re doing that again?” Aaron smiled as JJ nodded on his left and Emily hummed happily on his right.

It was strange, how time could change everything but JJ had never been happier that it had.

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Partial Parable Progression 1

CW, there is an illustration toward the end that some readers might find disturbing.

Courage was something that didn’t come very easy to User- not in reality and not in the loops. That being said, finally removing himself from Teller’s office and taking the risk of wandering the facility halls was a big step for him. All by his lonesome, traversing long and unfamiliar corridors. Anything could be around any corner, and he would never know until he turned it. But he had a mission that could not be completed without a little bit of adventure, so onward he pressed, peeking into open offices on occasion only to find them empty and move along. He would have kept this routine strict if not for the voice of Teller becoming more prominent the further that he proceeded, and naturally the younger man had to follow. He couldn’t be sure if Teller usually talked to himself, but he was far too curious to let it slip by him that Teller could be talking to another human being. He always spoke so fondly of his coworkers, but they always failed to actually occupy their workplace. User wouldn’t mind being humoured with an answer to this mystery.

He popped his head into the open workroom, discerning Teller’s casual attire without so much as a glance. To User’s absolute surprise, there was, in fact, another person standing beside his friend, mug in hand and formal in choice of dress. He gasped a little. Finally, proof that other people were trapped here, too. He didn’t notice how…freakishly tall this individual was until he had to look up and see their face.

This…This thing was not human. It couldn’t be. It didn't have any clear face, but the sunken outlines of its countenance appeared to be frozen in time as a scream, and with closer looks at its entire body, its proportions were far from typical. He couldn’t tell whether or not it was looking at him before, but when its head lifted and paused with User in its line of sight, he froze in the doorway in which he stood. Teller turned and smiled at the sight of his companion.

“User! How nice of you to join us. It’s a pleasant surprise seeing you anywhere else.”

User didn’t make any sudden movements. He slowly straightened his posture and removed his hands from his pockets. He didn’t look away from that sky-scraper of a creature at Teller’s side. It made a series of sounds that hardly even came across as words.

Teller looked between the two. “Oh, he’s just shy. He doesn’t see people around here often.” He motioned User to come closer. It was rather awkward of him to just stand by the door like that. “What did you need?”

The whole reason that he was walking around in the first place was because he needed a weapon. Scissors might have done well, but he wanted something more personalised and effective. Something that he could modify to be as mortal as possible. The blade would be easy. It was the handle that was the challenge.

He crept cautiously forward as requested of him, and in being too fearful to speak, he decided to sign. No doubt that he stuttered multiple times even without the use of his words. “A brush.”

Teller made a face and looked at his coworker, who was already looking at him before User even finished his sentence. It dipped down to a drawer in the desk behind them while Teller shrugged at his friend.

“Micah might have one,” The eldest reassured.

Oh, so it had a name.

User motioned at “Micah” while its back was turned, as though to say “what the hell is that?” There was no way that Teller wasn’t seeing the same thing that User was. He just seemed so calm. Maybe he was used to this. Teller, in return, mouthed the words “don’t be rude” before “Micah” stood back up and went toward User. Its unnaturally-lengthy arm extended to him, and its hand held a brush that looked kind of like a polish applicator. It made a couple more sounds. User looked at it, then its hand, then at it again. He shakily took the offering and signed his thanks, but his staring did not relent. Teller traced past him and elbowed him in the side.

“Stop doing that,” He scolded in a whisper. “What’s wrong with you?”

User’s mouth worked soundlessly for a second. No fucking way. “Are you kidding me?” He murmured back, completely dumbfounded.

Micah just kind of stood there and watched their close-distance bickering.

“Am I kidding you?”

“There’s no way in hell that you’re not seeing that.”

“Seeing what, User? Do enlighten me.”

Well, now this was just frustrating. “Sei fottutamente pazzo.”

Teller had a halt before his next reply. He tilted his head and gazed emptily at the younger man. He slapped User across the head with the set of papers he’d been holding. “In English, next time.”

User wanted to call Teller a certain vulgar name. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but it started with b- and ended with -itch. Luckily his face said all of that and more for him, however Teller would not be bothered. The younger man’s eye trailed back up to “Micah”, who stood there placidly, somehow drinking from its mug even without a mouth of any sort in sight. Unless that freakish indentation in its face was its mouth. The longer that it stood there, the more uncomfortable User got. He poked Teller as payback for getting swatted before going back toward the door.

Maybe “Micah” was a person once, too. Maybe people who got trapped for too long start bearing similar appearances. But that wouldn’t explain how Teller continued to look like the average man with super-spectacles on, or why he, apparently, couldn’t tell that “Micah” was an out-of-the-ordinary figure.

…Could Teller turn into one of those things?

User had no time to waste. The sooner he could get them out of here the better.

Welcome to Partial Progressions, where we feature shorter writings or comics that go toward the story, but don't quite meet the standard of your average Parable Progression!

In the midst of User's plotting, we finally get to meet one of Teller's coworkers, Micah. Micah is actually in the place of TSP's "The Curator".

Everyone in these loops looks a little strange, and Micah is a prime example of said strange surface, even if their first form is more tame than the second. None of the workers in this building have a face, and some lean more toward the monstrous side in terms of how they are presented. They usually reside in offices on higher floors. Teller, otherwise "Storyteller", is the simplest form of uncanny in this valley,

Who knows. Maybe he'll learn to fit in.

#the stanley parable #tspud #tsp stanley #bootleguser #tsp narrator #bootlegstoryteller #bootlegmicah #tsp curator

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reidslovely · 7 months

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Second round of mob!peter questions that are more general in nature:

How do you see mob!peter growing and changing? He lives in a world of violence and sees Reader as his safe haven in your other mob!peter fics. How would he view a Reader who was also capable of violence or who was having difficulty with that aspect (depending upon if Reader was born into it vs. it's all new)

What are mob!peters weaknesses aside from concern regarding the safety of his loved ones and associates?

What happens if Reader is a partner in the business and has an objective with which Peter disagrees and Reader is adamant that this is right and proper and he is just being stubborn? Does he take the same tactic with her?

What happens when they have a child and Reader wants to take the child out and about? How does Peter handle the 'dangers' of freedom when he has enemies who would stop at nothing to go after his loved ones? How does Reader react if Peter grows anxious or has other emotions and actions about their safety?

Also: this was a lot and you have a life. A very busy life. No rush. Just some thoughts for you to consider. Take care friend and write when you want to write and don't when you don't. We'll be here, ready to welcome you!

Alright boys, let's go.

Peter has had to adapt and grow a lot in his life. It isn't something he's unfamiliar with, in fact it's something he is really good at. He's a chameleon, but there are also spiders who adapt to their surroundings. He got pulled into the mafia at a young age, he grew and shockingly it grew with him and the people closest to him. At first he's a bit reckless doesn't really know what he's doing he's following his friends footsteps and is working out of pain and grief. However the older he gets, the better at shielding that grief and anger he is. He promises to only use this business for good, and sometimes that does get away from him. He's only human. Which is how he looks at Reader when she has her moments of violence. Just like him, she hasn't had an easy life. And she does get carried away to sometimes depending on the situation and people they're dealing with. He's supportive though and knows when to remove her when she doesn't know how to remove herself. There are times where she struggles with the idea of what Peter does and herself on occasion. Peter knows when she needs that switch of his hard external self and the soft side she knows that reminds her there is good.

Outside of his worry for family and friends. Peter is his own biggest hater. If anyone brings up anything Peter has done rightfully or not he's gonna spiral the quickest way to get him to doubt himself and how he is- question him, bring up his past.

I think of Reader and Peter as two opposite ends of a coin most of the time. It takes a lot to make Reader get violent or upset, but Peter who has been in the business for years learned that your most extreme emotion and gut reaction is going to give you the best option. Which means he can be more ready to jump to extremes than reader is. She rationalizes with him. Saying he needs to anonymously report his findings, or knock the dudes ass out and drop him off at the station like he would in his spider-man days. Peter does try to rationalize where he can. He'll leave things to other people if she convinces him that him directly handling it isn't going to help. But they usually find a middle ground or talk over the 'why' of why it has to be this extreme.

Peter, no matter how big and scary, has the anxiety levels of a small dog. He wants his wife kids to be able to go out and about, and encourages it. Because he knows that he can't control them like that, that would be wrong. He has eyes everywhere if there's nothing big going on. A few other hitman or 'business partners" in the area that he knows he can trust he lets them know to just keep an eye out. body guards he lets you know there are gonna be guys watching but not to worry about it they aren't watching reader specifically just checking in. He also calls every hour at the top of the hour. And even though reader wouldn't have to be asked she sends him fun updates over text about what her and the babies are doing. Most of the time though if he can go out and about with them he does. He loves every moment of it. If he can't go but you know something big just went down he won't even have to ask somebody to go with them. Most of the time it is Felicia or Gwen jumping up and offering to go to the store or to the park with them. Peters associates and friends ar this family. They all protect and watch out for each other. Also when they first started dating Peter knew Reader could defend herself if worse came to worse, however he did pay and attend self defense classes with her. When he does get anxious Reader will calm him down, talk him down let him know that his feelings are valid because she gets scared but knows she's safe, and he should have that same confidence in himself, herself, and those around them to protect them.

This was sososososo fun!!! Thank you for all your questions I genuinely loved doing this.

#bambi talks #tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm andrew garfield #andrew garfield #mob!peter parker #mob peter parker x reader

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fairysoobx · 2 years

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txt reaction to u confessing to them

TXT's reaction to you confessing to them!

pairing: txt x gn!reader warnings: none, maybe brief usage of words like "shit" genre: the fluffiest fluff you'll ever see a/n: it was my first time writing a reaction so i hope it's not too bad, also i know it's a bit long for a reaction but i love giving the backstory and depth to things like that so i treat it more like a small fanfiction for every member rather than just their reaction, i hope it's okay!! enjoy~

yeonjun

you knew you liked him from the very beginning but the circumstances of your friendship complicated making any moves. you wished you could, but you just couldn't. you were still a rookie and you shouldn't date, especially not an idol from your own company. but you just couldn't take it and seeing how yeonjun was treating you, it made you like him even more. he was just so funny, so understanding and kind you felt like you were going to melt every time he looked at you. after a few months you guys were really close to each other, cuddles and being touchy was normal. one day you decided to invite him over when your members were away. he obviously accepted the invite and you both ended up on the couch of your dorm, watching a movie. well, he was watching because you were just blankly staring at the screen, thinking about, how could you possibly tell the choi yeonjun that you in fact have feelings for him. yeonjun soon noticed you weren't focused on the movie at all instead you were just sitting next to him very nervous. "hey, are you okay? you look stressed, do you want to talk about something?" hearing his caring and soft voice did something to you and everything you wanted to tell him just came out from you mouth without your notice. "i like you choi yeonjun" you said not even turning your eyes from the screen. when your mind actually processed what happened, you snapped, looking at him shocked. the silence filled up the space between you which was only sometimes disturbed by the noises from the movie. to your surprise, boy chuckled and a warm smile appeared on his face. he shook his head in disbelief and gently brushed his hand through your hair. "it took you way longer than i expected!" he laughed lightly, leaving you with a confused expression. "i like you too, silly" he finally said, putting his arm around you and pulling you into a warm and long hug.

soobin

you were uni friends, you talked pretty frequently, mostly about books or movies but you just felt so comfortable with this nerd weeb kid that one day you understood that... you have feelings for him! you didn't know how to approach this matter because the thought of confessing to someone stressed the shit out of you. but you and him just felt so right and knowing soobin's rather shy nature when it came to crushes, you knew you had to take the risk. one day you just asked him out for a walk around the uni grounds because you knew he would totally panic if you two were going somewhere unfamiliar to him. you were walking for a minute talking about some petty uni stuff when you finally gathered all the courage you had and stopped him by grabbing his wrist. "i actually asked to go out because i have something to tell you" you started, staring at him with a determined look. soobin looked kinda scared, but nodded at your words with his lips forming into a little pout as it usually did when he listened to you focused. just the sight of his pout made your heart shake, your eyes dropped to his lips for a second but then came back to his eyes again. you took a deep breath and finally let it all out. "i like you, soobin" you said feeling the overwhelming weight leaving your heart immediately. "like, actually, a lot" you added not turning your sight away from him for even the slightest second. you were still holding his wrist in his hand but it didn't seem to be a problem to him. soobin raised his eyebrows and his expression made you chuckle quietly. the boy was too stunned to speak. his eyes dropped to the ground and he quickly placed his free hand on the back of his neck, scratching it. "are you going to respond?" you were getting impatient. "well... yes... i-" he stopped and took a deep breath before he continued. he looked very nervous but really focused too. "i like you too y/n" he finally looked back at you "like, actually a lot too" he smiled shyly, and despite his stress, he shifted his hand, which wrist you were still clasping and gently and slowly slid his hand into yours, locking your fingers together.

beomgyu

you were childhood friends. your mom was best friends with his mom so that's how you two were always stuck with each other. when you were younger you didn't think much of it, it was your beomie, the one that you had sleepovers with and the one who never let you win any hot wheels car races. but when you got older you noticed that sometimes the things he's been doing make you feel... different. like... you like him but... more? it was all very tragic to you because you just didn't understand what's happening to you and why do you feel this funny feeling in your stomach when beomgyu plays with your hair. he's been doing this forever!! what's so different?? you were completely lost to the point you felt weird around beomgyu. when he finally noticed that something's off, he decided to just ask. you were at his house, playing games and after winning another race he begun. "can you tell me what's wrong? you've been acting weird lately, did i do something wrong?" he said putting his gamepad aside. you looked at him stressed 'he noticed' you said in your mind trying not to lose your shit. and just when you were about to say that everything's fine, you just... exploded? "because it's been so different lately, i don't know what's happening but i feel this thing in my stomach whenever you're next to me or touch me and it's really nice but also scary i've never felt this way before beomgyu" you spat it out with one breath which left gyu kinda speechless. he quickly recovered from your sudden flood of words and decided to remain calm. "so... you mean you feel weird when i do... this?" he asked quietly and slowly leaned towards you. his hand traveled to the side of your face, and when you thought he's going to kiss you, his thumb stroked your cheek in a very warm and lovely gesture. the loud gulp could've been heard in the room, and the only thing you were able to do, was nod. "so you like me!" he said, proud of himself, leaning back. you furrowed your eyebrows looking at him still confused. "well, obviously i like you, we're frie-" you didn't finish. that's when you understood. you don't like beomgyu. you like like beomgyu. gyu laughed seeing your realization and shook his head. "it's okay" he finally said, really softly. he looked away to the screen, grabbed the gamepad and started fidgeting with it. "i like you too" he smiled but refused to look at you because his face was... red. poor boy got shy shy shy~

taehyun

taehyun was always so cool to you. he was your friend's older brother and whenever you hung out at their place, you'd suddenly meet hyun somewhere in the house. you didn't know if it's your radar or were you purposefully looking for him whenever you’re at kangs' house but something about meeting him when your friend thought you're in the bathroom gave you a thrill. you obviously didn't do anything crazy, just talk for a little, normal chit chat. but it was enough for you. your friend obviously didn't know about your little crush on taehyun because they'd kill you for even looking in his direction. but they didn't need to know, right? one day you came over because your friend decided to make a sleepover for you both. mr and mrs kang were away for their anniversary trip and the house was all for you both. and well, taehyun. the whole evening you haven't seen him and you obviously wouldn't ask your friend about him because that'd be weird. so when your bestie fell asleep, that's when you decided to investigate. you strolled through the hallways of the home looking for the older boy or any signs of him. that's when you finally got to the top of the stairs where was his room. you tip toed to his door but couldn't quite hear anything besides the noises of the washing machine in the toilet few meters away. you didn't know what were you thinking but you decided to just peek inside his room to see if he's there. you grabbed the door handle, when suddenly you heard someone's voice. "what are you doing?" you literally jumped and immediately looked to the source of the voice. it was taehyun looking at you. he was standing in the door to the toilet. he was the one to put on the laundry. "nothing" you quickly said, very nervous. tyun crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow, still looking at you. "were you trying to get into my room?" he asked, slowly walking towards you. "no, no! i was just..." you were trying to explain but the closer he was to you the more your brain refused to think logically. he stood right in front of you, so close that you had to tilt your head to look at him. you felt your cheeks get warm. "i-i just wanted to see you" you said quietly, overwhelmed by the situation. taehyun stared at you for a moment and then smirked a little, dropping his arms to his sides. he looked less intimidating to you now. "why is that?" he asked softly. you blinked few times, but your mind was blank. "i like to see you". you noticed the older boy fighting the urge to smile. your eyes dropped to the floor, embarrassed by your sudden confession. "i like to see you too, y/n" you heard, and your head immediately lifted to look at tyun again. you finally saw it. the bright smile on his face looking just as beautiful as you imagined it.

hueningkai

you were friends in high school. you weren't in the same grade, because kai was a year older. huening was a social butterfly, even though he didn't think he was one. everyone just loved him for his kind, lovely and soft nature. everyone, including you. you actually had a humongous crush on kai. and when you started talking, you felt like you've won a lottery. you became close buddies and often hung out after school. you guys would be almost always together to the point the whole school was kind of shipping you both, even the teachers. and you really wished you were dating because the way he treated you was just something you've never experienced before with anyone else. one day, after talking to your mom, she encouraged you to finally tell kai how you feel. so you decided to take the risk. it was a high school party and you and kai decided to go there. that was your chance. at the beginning you were too stressed to even begin with this topic. but as the party got crazier and people minded their own business, you grabbed kai by his wrist and dragged him on the school rooftop where was the only place you two could talk without an audience. it was dark and the only source of light was the moon and small rooftop lights that gave you the perfect view of huening's confused face. "what's up? i thought you were having fun?" he said thinking that you wanted to leave. "i am having fun" you responded, trying to think of anything to say. your hands started shaking and sweating, you were losing your mind. kai noticed it and quickly grabbed them and pulled you into a hug. "hey, what's wrong?" he whispered stroking your back. you hid your face in his shirt and closed your eyes trying to hide. "i like you, kai" you said quickly trying to just end this stressful situation. you felt that his hand stopped stroking your back. he quite literally froze for a second. "you what?" he asked, gently pulling you away from him to look at your face. "kai please don't make it harder than it already is, i like you, i really like you, heck i have liked you all this time" you said on the verge of crying. you saw hyuka's face getting red but instead of seeing anger or disgust, he put on a smile so gentle and warm, you thought you were going to melt. "i r-really like you t-too, y/n" he said quietly and pulled you into a hug again, hiding his face in your hair.

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eskumii · 2 years

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Part two of yandere big bro Eren let's say reader has a secret boyfriend and one day Eren sees them on a date.

soft yandere!older brother!eren yeagar hcs (part 2) + how he reacts to you having a secret boyfriend [platonic]

TITLE: " LEARN YOUR LESSON " — navi. part one.

A/N: this took me so freakin long, i am so sorryy ToT i just got back from visiting my grandma, who's not doing so good. life can be rlly unexpected but i'm back baby!! the ending is kind of rushed bc i totally word vomit all over these hcs and can never find a good ending point lolol :( so idk sorry if it's just not that great. i hope u enjoy it anyway!

PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother!eren yeager x little sister!reader (platonic)

CHARACTERS: eren yeager (19), reader (15), reader's boyfriend (16)

☆ it's not often you meet guys your age—or anyone at all, really—inside of the little section of wall maria you live in with eren. after your disaster of an experience at the corps boot camp, you find that the trauma of attempting to befriend people has yet to leave you.

☆ you can't really recall ever making friends with anyone when you were younger; in fact, the only people you could actually consider friends are armin and mikasa, but even they get stonewalled by eren if they hang around you too often. you still don't understand why he's like that, but his overprotectiveness seems to have bred your tendency to be incredibly sneaky. now that's something you can thank him for in the very near future.

☆ of course, though, eren is naturally your closest "guy friend." you tell him everything, he's been there for everything, and he probably knows you better than you know yourself at this point. however, there is one thing you'd rather not talk to him about: your love life. you pretty much had no female influence in your life except mikasa, who somehow had even less capability of showing affection than eren, and what little memories you had of your mother were now fading into obscurity.

☆ your near non-existent social experiences leaves you lonely. you're at the age where romance should be the peak of your explorative endeavors, yet you don't have a single romantic anything under your belt. the thought of being lonely forever makes you sulk, but the day you receive an unfamiliar knock on your front door is the day you meet the end of your demise. it's the new boy from down the street.

☆ eren had stepped out to get some groceries for dinner, so that left you up to your own devices for a little bit. usually he told you to never open the door for anyone who knocks because 1.) he has a key, and 2.) if it's not him, you shouldn't be talking to them, period. something about him being concerned you'd get taken advantage of or kidnapped or murdered—he rambled on about the possibilities for like thirty minutes, you recall. anyway, it would be rude to not answer the door while someone is home, so you did the unthinkable: you opened the door.

☆ and standing before you was quite possibly the cutest boy you had ever laid your eyes on. he's a head taller than you with dark eyes and ash blonde hair, his lean form clad in modest yet stylish apparel. you're both frozen in place, staring at each other with varying degrees of embarrassment. you're suddenly all too aware of your homely pajamas and unkept hair—frankly, you assume he must think you're the ugliest thing he's ever seen.

☆ "uh, um.." he stumbles over his words. "i'm lukas roth. i, uh, just moved into the house that's, like, over there." lukas points to the once vacant house that sits at the very end of your block. renovations for that house were put on hold for so long that it remained abandoned for years, so it was surprising to hear it was finally moved into. excitement wells up in your chest at the prospect of a potential new friend.

☆ "hi, i'm [y/n]!" you stick a hand out for him to shake. "welcome to shiganshina." lukas stares at your hand, face flushing red as he moves to grab it. his hand is large and warm and you're totally internally freaking out at the skinship. you're basically holding hands! though as quick as it happens, it's over, and lukas is back to looking frazzled. he honestly looks like he wants to run away.

☆ "my mom wanted me to give the neighbors these." he sheepishly pulls out a bag of brightly decorated sugar cookies from behind his back, "uh, i hope you like them..."

☆ you're literally ascending. graciously taking the bag of confectionary treats from him, you excitedly begin to engage in conversation, completely disregarding your former shame of your disheveled appearance. he seems to loosen up after a bit of back and forth, thankfully.

☆ your small talk ends abruptly when you hear a woman's voice calling for lukas down the street. he bids you goodbye with a charming smile and promises to visit you again sometime (he stresses the "only if you want, though..." very shyly). the grin on your face is telling and you, of course, welcome it with vigor.

☆ as if on cue, eren emerges from the opposite side of the street. there's no time to duck back inside as he's already spotted you, and he immediately looks like he's going to chew you out with the way a dark look passes over his features.

☆ "who was that?" eren asks, glaring holes into the back of lukas's head as he walks down the block to his own house. "don't talk to weirdos when i'm not home. didn't i tell you not to open the door if it's not me?" you roll your eyes at his annoying demands and step aside so he can come in. he's carrying a bag of vegetables judging by the stems of green onion that peek over the top.

☆ you wait until lukas disappears from your view before you shut the door completely. you gush through a brief recount of the short conversation you shared with him, clasping your hands together excitedly. you even tell eren about how he asked to hang out (which you regret almost immediately after he sends you a sharp, unforgiving look). it just that you've never heard someone say that to you like, ever, so it's only natural that you can hardly contain yourself.

☆ now wait a minute, he asked you to what? eren watches with an exasperated deadpan as you practically float around the room in bliss, the cutely ribboned bag of sugar cookies with pink frosting dangling from your hands. he knew this part of your adolescence would come at some point, just not now. as much as he hates being the bad guy, there's no one else around who'll "crack the whip," so the speak. especially when it comes to boys and dating.

☆ "you're not hanging out with that boy, [y/n]." eren sets the bag of groceries down on the kitchen counter then leans against it with his arms crossed. you open your mouth to argue but you can't even get a breath in before he cuts you off. "no. that's final. you hear me?"

☆ you sit through dinner mumbling under your breath, but eren pays you no mind. is he being irrational? well, he doesn't deny it. a lot of things he does may seem irrational, but there's always a method to his madness. eren knows how boys are at your age and if they're anything like he was, they can only pursue you romantically over his dead body.

☆ as he expected, you don't bring it up for the rest of the night or even the rest of the week. all is well in paradise it seems, and the earth is still spinning on its intended axis. you're acting normally, joking around with him normally, and just... being you normally. honestly, it's a cause to be cautious—eren would be lying if he said he didn't at least somewhat expect an outburst or pushback of some sort. you are his sister after all, the hard headedness and rebellion runs in the blood.

☆ eren begins to grow kind of suspicious of your behavior. you're going outside a lot more with the excuse of doing laundry down at the river (even though you'll be carrying a basket that clearly has like two socks that don't even match) or needing some fresh air. he's not necessarily opposed to you going outside, just as long as he knows exactly where you're going and if it's an area that's within walking distance. eren pretends to find it incredibly bothersome if you were to wander off somewhere unfamiliar, but really that kind of thing makes him panic.

☆ and it's not like you're really breaking any of the rules he's given you. you come back before your curfew and you make sure to tell him where you'll be and for how long. he's at a loss, really. there's a nagging feeling in his gut that tells him you're up to something. however, unless he can find some solid evidence that proves you've been breaking the rules, he can't punish you without looking like an idiot.

☆ on one unfortunate day, eren follows you. it was bound to happen, of course, especially when the excuses you give him get lamer and lamer. nothing can bypass his ultra instincts. so right after you bid him goodbye and the front door shuts behind you, he leaves through the back and skillfully tails behind you. and to his utter and complete surprise, you don't go to the river. no, you don't even leave the block.

☆ instead of going down the path that leads to the river, you stop in front of lupin or luca's house (he hasn't even bothered to remember the kid's name) and knock on the door. you're giddily rocking on the balls of your feet, laundry basket secured between your arm and waist. not even a few breaths later, the door swings open and the boy he saw a while back leans down and kisses you on the mouth.

☆ yeah, okay, now he's furious.

☆ let's just say that eren is not happy with you. he's more frustrated at the fact that you lied to him rather than you having a boyfriend. which is almost equally as bad but lying to him is still worse. he's sort of hurt that you didn't seem to feel comfortable enough to tell him about your little relationship (of course he would have opposed it but at least it's miles better than going behind his back). it looks like the only reasonable explanation for your behavior is that this boy has been influencing you to do these things and betray his trust.

☆ that night, eren is waiting for you in the living room. he's seated on the couch with his arms crossed and legs folded, looking very, very upset. you already know what it's about, but you're totally prepared this time. you won't let him interfere with your love life—you refuse.

☆ you and eren engage in yet another argument. you're screaming at the top of your lungs about how controlling he is and how you just want him to leave you alone for once. he's yelling about how boys are no good and that lukas will just break your heart once he gets bored of you. it hurts your feelings and ends with you locking yourself in your room while eren apologizes, somewhat disingenuously, through the door.

☆ despite your passionate efforts, your theatrics don't work. look, honestly, you were foolish to think you could win against eren. you're not aware, but he's already pulled some strings and now the roths' are conveniently needed somewhere in Wall Sina. that boy is no good for you; it's become evident in the way you're acting.

☆ within the next few days, you receive the sudden news that lukas is moving away again. he doesn't tell you why or where he's going, but he looks obviously distraught and annoyed. you try to visit him but whenever you do, no one answers the door anymore. one time you had seen him down by the river but when you called out to him, he ignored your existence entirely and walked away. you're completely heartbroken from his negligence and silence.

☆ once again, eren takes the upper hand. he'll bring you sweets and comfort foods to soothe the heart that he inadvertently broke. you cry over lukas for a while but eren is there to cheer you up. you don't even get a chance to say goodbye to him when he moves the next week, only allowed to watch through shades of the window as he disappears into the horizon. you feel as though he's taken a part of your heart with him.

☆ eren told you not to hang out with that boy, but you did it anyway. he was right. and he hopes that, this time, you've learned your lesson.

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