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#the least he can do now is try to be civil to the only true friend nmj had to the end

pennylanefics · 2 years

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Safe - Paul Lahote

a/n: finished this in a couple hours last night :D

summary: during a winter storm, paul’s car breaks down on the side of the road, at a time in which rampant vampires are running wild

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 1.3k (exactly omg)

It was a stupid idea to begin with. The roads were slowly becoming fully covered with snow, but you two wanted to stay at the lookout for just a little while longer, enjoying the peaceful view and getting away from civilization for a while.

However, it was now dark out, even though it was only six o’clock, and there was no indication of a road in front of you.

“Paul, why don’t we just pull over for now and wait till the morning,” you offer, your anxiety rising as he swerves due to some ice on the road.

“Babe, you really wanna stay in this truck for twelve fucking hours?” He snaps, though not too harsh, it was coming from a place of security and protectiveness.

“I’d rather that than attempt to drive and fall off the fucking road into a ditch,” you reply. Paul glances over at you and right away, he can sense your worry. He sighs softly and carefully maneuvers his beloved truck down the road.

“I’ll try to be as careful as I can, baby, but I want to get back home so you’re not freezing in here.”

“You do realize that you have a super high body temperature that could keep me warm all night?” You joke. Paul laughs along with you and shrugs his shoulders.

“I know, but I don’t-no, no, no no!” He groans as a clicking noise sounds from the truck, the engine giving out just as he pulls onto the side of the ‘road’, thankfully on the side with the wall of rock, so there was no way to skid off the edge and into the forest.

“Fucking shit,” Paul mutters to himself, trying to turn the car on. But it’s no use. The truck was completely broken down, and there was no way to jump start it.

There was most likely no one else out at the moment, so no passing cars could be of help. The pack was away for the night and wouldn’t return until the morning, deterring some new group of vampires that was terrorizing the town.

“Well, good thing we have some leftovers,” you murmur, trying to lighten the mood. Paul glances over at you and smiles, grabbing your hand.

“I’m sorry. We should’ve left earlier,” Paul says, shaking his head and looking down in his lap.

“I also wanted to stay, so it’s just as much my fault as it is yours,” you tell him, hoping it makes him feel better. “But I’m glad that you’re not gonna be driving anymore tonight because it’s really scaring me.”

Paul’s face falls and guilt settles in his chest. He should’ve listened to his instincts when he first felt your nerves arise.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s…” he tapers off, nervous about telling you his true feelings. However, he’s also cut off by you shivering, the cold temperature outside starting to seep inside.

His protectiveness kicks in and he hops into the backseat, motioning for you to join him. But you are unable to gracefully climb into the back, so you get ready to hop out and just get in through the backseat door, but Paul stops you.

“I don’t want you going out there, even if it’s for a split second,” he begs. You stare at him in disbelief.

“I’m not gonna get frostbitten in two seconds.” The look in Paul’s eyes tells you something else is up, so you sit back in your seat, looking at the space that you have to crawl over.

Finally, you manage to stumble back with Paul, falling into his arms, which wrap around you to make sure you didn’t fall off the seat and onto the floor. Your giggles fill the car and Paul grabs a blanket from the trunk while you get comfortable, picking up the picnic basket and finding something to snack on for now.

Paul throws the blanket around your shoulders for now, you curling into his side, finally relaxing into his body.

“See, this isn’t so bad,” you whisper when you finish your snack. Paul chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“For now. Just wait till it drops to ten degrees later in the night.”

“But at least this gives us more time to talk,” you point out.

“Or make out?” Paul offers. You gaze up at him, finding him smirking down at you. A similar smirk tugs at your lips and your hand trails up to his neck to pull him down to you.

Forty-five minutes go by, and you could already tell the temperature was beginning to drop. But with Paul beside you, it wasn’t a big issue. You end up throwing a second cover over his body, just to lock the heat in so that you could feel it more.

He even slipped his shirt off to allow you to feel his burning skin, which you very much enjoyed.

“Does…does you not wanting me to go out there have to do with that group of vampires?” You ask during a lull in the conversation.

You’ve been stuck for about four hours now, and it was coming to the point where you had no idea what to talk about anymore. So, you decide to bring this up.

“Who told you?” Paul mumbles, upset that the pack secret had gotten out. Sitting up from his chest, you grab his hand.

“Emily. It slipped out and I promised I wouldn’t say anything but-”

“Shh,” he coos, placing a finger on your lips to silence you, “it’s okay. I figured one of the other girls would tell you because the guys tell them everything.”

“Then how come you didn’t say anything to me?”

He pauses and carefully thinks over his words, his mouth falling open and closing as he does.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he finally says. “I know you had a close call with Victoria, and I didn’t want to frighten you with another set of vampires. I knew the pack would be able to drive them up north, so there wasn’t any real worry, but of course vampires are unexpected, so who knows what would’ve happened.”

“And you were scared that they could be around us and smell me when I stepped out of the car?” You could feel your anxiety rising once again, and this time, Paul senses it immediately.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, cradling your face in his hands. “Yeah, I was…but again, I didn’t want to scare you. You’re safe with me, like you always are. I promise.” You nod and curl back into his chest, sighing softly.

“Paul?” Your voice rings out in the still air, after a few minutes of nothing.

“Hm?”

“Hold me tighter?” You softly beg. Paul’s heart aches in his chest at the tone of your voice. But, he obeys your wish and tightens his grip, pulling you as close to his body as possible.

“Do you wanna switch positions? Do you want me to spoon you, or is this okay?” He asks. You hum happily, snuggling your face into his neck, a small grin displayed on your lips.

“No, this is perfect. Thank you.” He kisses your head softly and rests his cheek in the spot afterwards.

“Get some rest, alright, baby? I’ll call Emily in the morning for her and Sam to come help once he’s awake.” You nod against his shoulder and shut your eyes, focusing on the heat surrounding you and the feel of his body next to yours.

It always did the trick to get you to sleep, and within minutes, you were out like a light, but Paul stayed awake, keeping a lookout to make sure no one else was around and that you were safe.

Though you knew you were safe with Paul, no matter what.

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neverchecking · 11 months

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Oh my god, please. That chain facesitting piece was beautiful. I could cry, dammit.

Big request, but could you do like a pt 2 of that where it’s just one big orgy between all of them? (Not link x link but like all links x reader, yk) maybe they take turns n shit, yeah?

(Heavy on Time plz, ik yk by now he’s my favorite 🤤💕💕 I can’t help it, he’s just so daddy 🥵🥵🥵)

-🧚‍♀️ who fucking adores your writing 🫶💕✨

Fairy anon! Welcome back~

I can! I can't promise it'll be as good, but I can try.

Its okay I know you love time-

Smut so MDNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB! Reader, Multiple partners, face sitting, mentions of masturbation, but it's not from Time or Reader.

Your hips twitched and quivered as they fought to shut, stopped only by strong hands keeping them open. You were a glorious sight. A renaissance painting.

Everything from the sheen of your lips, coated in drool, to the flush of your cheeks- a gorgeous cherry red- to the heat of your skin from the hours you've been held hostage. It was all enough to have a grown man drooling in his seat.

Well, almost.

He was sure he would, at least just a little, if his mouth weren't doing something much more important currently. Goddess, just the feeling of you above him, thighs clasped around his head with your hips rocking in time with his ministrations made his gut coil with anticipation. While, yes, the newcomer and Wild had both gotten their turns with you, and had done an...adequate enough job, it was clear he needed to set a precedent. Nothing but the absolute best for his divinity.

Those two were merely boys in comparison to him.

With the way you clenched and tightened around his fingers as he slowly dragged them along your velvet walls, spasming as they adjusted around the girth of his middle and ring finger, you knew it too. You knew he would be able to give you something the others could not. Because he was the only one who could take you as you were; a feast filled with delicacies bursting with nothing but seraphic tastes. One that only he could truly understand and appreciate at its fullest capacity.

And even them, he was sure his bitter mortality would do nothing but encase him in naive blindness from your true potential.

As it stood however, he was more than happy in his current place, hands locked around your legs as you pushed down against his chest, crying out as your nails marked him as yours. He would bare the marks proudly for as long as they remained. They were your thanks to him for doing what he simply saw as his civil duty.

It was an honor, really, to be the one below you, lapping at your cunt eagerly as his fingers toyed with your opening. Dragging them in and out slowly before tracing along your gummy walls, feeling what made you jump and what made you shiver. What each miniscule jab or rub made each reaction. Whether a hum against your clit would make you cry out or paint deep red lines onto his pecs. Each little movement was a new chord in the choir you sung for him.

When he felt you clench around him, something wet dripping down his palm and wrist, he smirked from beneath you. Time knew what every one of your telltale signs were at this point. He knew what every twitch meant and how he could achieve his end goal subsequently.

He hummed against your clit, before flicking his tongue back and forth over the definitely over sensitized bundle of nerves, clenching his grip on your thighs when you tried bucking off of him. Which simply wouldn't do.

Not when you were so close.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a few of the others palming themselves, cooing down at you as your cheeks shined with tears. Slobber decorated your lower jaw as you mindlessly babble whatever plea you had half-formed.

Goddess it was erotic. His perfect, ethereal Goddess was letting him, not only touch her, but please her. Bring her to the place only he could take her too.

You cried out above him, painting his skin further with thin white lines as you moved from trying to buck away from him to instead smothering him further, pushing into face and riding his tongue for all it was worth. Droplets cascaded down his cheeks and jaw as he eagerly lapped at your cunt, taking every little bit you'd grace him with. It was a divine nectar gifted to him by your ever eager soul. And he would be nothing short of a damned fool if he wasted even the tiniest bit.

So he wouldn't.

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bangtanficsforyou · 1 year

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They Reject You (hyung line)- part three

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: swear words here and there, a little kissing scene.

Jin

"I told you, you should have done this sooner."

"Hey, if I had known this was gonna be this much fun, I would have."

"I did tell you, you just didn't believe me."

You huff. "Okay fine! You were right all along and I was wrong. Happy?"

Blair chugs down another shot and winces at the bitter taste. "I'll be happy when you listen to my advice."

"Asking for too much, now. Aren't you?"

"Cool then, mop over a boy for over a month again. Why don't you?" She retorts with no real bite, rather genuinely enjoying the glimpse of the old you back.

A wave of sadness hits you when you're reminded about the said boy and you sigh. "He isn't just a boy, he's also my best friend."

Blair immediately regrets her words when she notices the look on your face. "I understand that you would need time but if I hadn't dragged you out today, you would have not made any efforts to move on for at least another six months."

You feel an instant urge to deny it but end up not protesting because you know how true her words are.

Moving on would have been easier if you knew the answer to this one question; how does one move on from their best friend?

How do you forget the moments that made you fall for him? Moments when he was the only one you could confide in. When you two would spend hours talking on the phone about random things. When the two of you would sit on the balcony and judge every passerby. The inside jokes, the tears, the hugs, the words of comfort. How do you forget those and tell yourself to not feel the way you do?

And even if you manage to do so, will the two of you really ever get back to being as close as you once were? Won't that result in you falling for him all over again?

You take hold of another glass of shot when you realise that you were overthinking again. Today your plan is to get enough alcohol in your system so that you do not overthink the little things.

"What is he doing here?" Blair whispers to herself.

"Who?" Your tipsy mind gets distracted by that and you start checking left and right to catch sight of the person she's talking about.

"Jin."

Your eyes widen in shock and you freeze in your seat. "Jin is here?"

Blair nods, feeling the same amount of disbelief as you.

"Should I hide in the washroom?" You whisper shout. You don't even know why you feel the need to run when you and Jin have had a civil conversation just a few weeks ago. All you know is that you do not wish to face Jin. You are not ready to face the stir of emotions Jin would inevitably ignite.

"Fun fact, his eyes are fixed here," she quips with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I'm also pretty sure, he's aware that we are talking about him."

You shut your eyes and groan audibly. "Fuck. Just what I needed."

"Fun fact part two, he's coming here."

As soon as she completes her sentence, you hear your name being called.

"Y/N."

"Jin!" You put on a fake smile and try to seem as excited as you possibly can. You won't allow your spirits to dwindle so easily. "What are you doing here?"

Jin thinks for a brief moment if he should lie and say that it was a coincidence but then decides otherwise. "Well, Jimin texted me that you're here and I had something important to tell you, so,"

"Well, I don't feel stalked at all." You grin sarcastically.

Jin smiles. That's the first stage of you getting drunk; getting sassy. "Well, I'd be hurt if you were to call me a creepy stalker."

He says it with such a soft look of adoration that Blair has to clear her throat loudly to announce her presence.

"I'm Blair," she introduces herself.

Jin understands that Blair's words are directed at him and he politely puts his hand forward in greeting. "I'm Jin."

Blair nods and shakes his hand. From the look in his eyes, she already has an idea about why Jin might be here and if what she's assuming is right, she should really get out of here as quickly as she can.

"Well, it's good that you are here, I have somewhere to go. Take care of her," as soon as the words are out of her mouth, Blair quickly leaves the spot knowing very well how you are going to react.

You gasp dramatically, concerned about how quickly she changed her colours. What a traitor you have as a friend.

Jin sits on the stool next to you before you can recover from your shock. "So what have you been drinking?"

You look at Jin with your mouth parted open, still having a hard time understanding what just happened in the span of a few minutes. How you came to the club to temporarily forget about Jin and how now, you are sitting right next to him.

You blink a few times to let the shock subside and with Blair gone, you feel your adrenaline rush fade away.

"I don't know, Blair ordered it," you shrug.

He hums, fiddling with his fingers on the table. "Any special reason you are out here clubbing on a weekday?"

"Nah," you say just as casually as you had uttered the previous sentence. Maybe it's because of the alcohol but you don't find yourself feeling anxious in his presence. There's only a very little amount of unease but that's only because you don't want to get too into your emotions.

Jin watches you closely. You don't look drunk, just tipsy. And thankfully, for him, you don't seem to be too bothered by the fact that he just invited himself.

Someone might say that he's being overdramatic coming all the way to say something he could have said any other time. But when Jimin texted him that you're here, his thoughts started getting a little wild.

What if you were in a club trying to get over him? What if some hot bartender catches your eye? What if your friends are telling you that you deserve better? (The last one, Jin agrees with)

It's fair to say that those thoughts made him rush to this place so that he can finally say what he figured out in the last few days.

Jin inhales deeply and asks the million-dollar question. "Do you– do you still love me?"

You choke on your drink and a series of coughs that follows. Jin immediately asks for a glass of water and helps you calm down.

"What kind of a question is that?" You ask in a raspy voice when your coughing fit subsides.

"A very important one?" He asks you back, his brows now furrowing in nervousness.

You mimic his expression, only that your brows furrow in annoyance. "What kind of people do you hang around with to get the idea that people's feelings change in the span of a few weeks?"

Ah, yes. You're sassy right now.

Jin's features soften and he looks at you with a look of disbelief.

"So you still love me?" He asks in a whisper, too scared to say the words out loud.

"Unfortunately, yes." You nod.

Before you can take hold of another glass of shot, Jin's hand comes to rest on yours. You look at him in confusion, wondering what even is he up to.

"Well, I love you too," a wide smile breaks out on his face as if the thought of you is enough to make him happy.

This time, you choke on thin air. "Excuse me?!"

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "I'm sorry it took me so long, but now that I know, I just want to be with you forever."

Your eyes follow his movements and you find your breathing getting shallower and only one question coming to your mind; Is this really happening?

Jin notices the way you seem to have run out of words. It makes him want to smirk in satisfaction but at the same time wrap you in his arms. Had he known you would react this way, he would have done this way sooner. But he was busy being a fool back then.

You were always by his side, through the worst and the best. You were his only constant in the world of variables. He always felt so at home with you, that the thought of changing the dynamics never occurred to him. You two were perfect being best friends and he thought that was how it was going to be forever.

But then he's also a hopeless romantic at heart. He has always dreamt of his perfect partner and what life with them will look like. He has also had his fair share of crushes and relationships but never did the faceless person from his dreams appear to be one of them.

Now that he thinks of it, he knows why that was the case.

"You don't have to say anything," Jin adds, not wanting you to stress about it. "I just needed you to know that I love you and I'm sorry for realising it so late."

Now as sassy as you are when you're tipsy, you're just as bold. Without thinking any further, you lean forward and kiss him. It's odd and something your sober self would never do, but right now you're definitely not sober. Plus, you can leave the overthinking for her when she wakes up tomorrow. At the moment, the only thing that matters to you is that the man you so irrevocably love, loves you back.

Jin freezes and his eyes widen in shock when he feels your lips on his.

He knows you are only doing this because you are drunk. He knows that had you been sober you would have asked a million questions by now. He also, knows that he shouldn't be kissing you back but when he hears a whine of complaint from you at his lack of enthusiasm, his resolve crumbles.

He gently puts his palms on your cheeks and kisses you back passionately. The warm sensation of your lips on his makes his head spin and he wonders how on earth has he gone so long without doing this.

However, he pulls back when he feels your tongue against his lips. "We should get you home."

You shake your head like a stubborn child. "No, I don't want to go."

Gosh, he wants to kiss that pout away. How did he not realise that it's been you all along?

Blair watches from a distance as you throw your hands in the air like a small child and a smile makes its way onto her lips. Guess, she won't have to worry about you moping anymore.

Yoongi

As soon as the doorbell rings, you freeze. That must be Yoongi.

You have been looking forward to this moment and at the same time have been dreading it. But it's one of those things that you know just needs to be done.

You haven't had a single moment of peace since yesterday. It's tiring honestly. You don't know how the conversation with Yoongi will go, but you at least hope that after this you won't feel this heavy weight on your shoulders and will be able to have a good night's sleep.

With that hope, you open the door and you're greeted by Yoongi in a purple suit and the sight itself makes you swallow. You really wish you could marry him.

Shaking the thought away, you welcome him in and ask him to take a seat on the couch.

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" You query

Yoongi shakes his head. "Nothing really. I had coffee before leaving."

Well then, guess you won't get the time to figure out how to start the conversation.

You take a seat on the opposite couch and play with the rings that adorn your fingers. "I called you at my place because there's something important we need to talk about and I thought that a public place isn't suitable for the conversation."

Yoongi nods. He won't lie but he shares the same view. It's difficult for him as it is to talk about his emotions. He doesn't want to imagine having to explain why he came across as nonchalant to your confession and how he respects your honesty, more than he could show.

However, nothing could have prepared him for the next words that leave your mouth.

"I think we should not go forward with this marriage."

Your words cause Yoongi to choke. Out of all the things he wanted to discuss with you, he never saw this coming. "What?!"

Seeing Yoongi react like this catches you slightly off guard. Usually, he always has his emotions in check and is unreadable. It always makes you feel like he's out of reach. However, right now, you can read him like a book, which oddly enough gives you a sense of satisfaction.

"We should not get married." You repeat your words and wait for Yoongi's shocked features to subside.

Yoongi looks at you and notices how determined you seem, as if you have thought about this long and hard and only then have you come to this decision. The thought that there's probably no changing your mind, scares him.

Clearing his throat, he tries to sound as calm as he can. "Why though?"

Now it's your turn to be surprised. Isn't it obvious why the two of you shouldn't get married?

Chewing on your lower lip, you ponder how you should frame your words. After a brief pause, you start with a gentle tone that somehow comes out sad.

"When two people love each other, they get married. Not because they have to, but because they want to. It's like this celebration of their love, where they declare to the world that they are each other's for the rest of eternity. But you see, that's the most important factor–" you look up to lock eyes with Yoongi. "–love."

Love.

It's a word Yoongi has hardly ever given thought to.

Yoongi knows what it feels like to be loved. His parents love him, his sister loves him, his friends love him, his dog loves him. He also knows what it is like to love someone because he loves these people just as much. But love in the way you describe it? Yoongi has never felt that.

From a very young age, he has known that it will be his parents who will choose who he is to marry. Which is why he has never felt or given much thought to what it is like to want to spend his whole life with someone.

But clearly, you have.

It looks like you know exactly what you want and he won't lie, he envies that. He wonders what it's like for someone to know what they want so clearly that they won't settle for anything less.

"We can always fall in love," he says with a small shrug as if it's not a big deal. The gesture makes his words look insincere and although it's true that he doesn't realise the intensity of his words, it's also true that he had shrugged simply to hide how uncomfortable he feels. He has never had to talk to someone about falling in love with them.

You chuckle humorlessly. "I don't think you realise what falling in love really means."

Yoongi wants to feel offended by your words but he can't. Because you're right. "Well, it's never too late to learn."

You can tell that Yoongi is being genuine. But you don't know how you should perceive his genuineness. Should you feel flattered that he's willing to give your marriage a try? Or should you feel sad that he has to try falling in love with someone?

You don't know what the answer to that would be but the thought of him falling for you because he had no other choice, does not sit right with you. Even if you two were happy one day, maybe somewhere at the corner of your mind will be the thought that he fell for you only because you two were forced into this marriage.

"I don't think it will work, Yoongi," you say with a sigh.

Yoongi's brow furrows in frustration. Why are you complicating things like this? "I don't understand what exactly is the problem?"

Here goes nothing.

"We have been on ten dates so far and on none of those occasions, did you ever seem interested in getting to know me on a deeper level. You are a closed book and I respect that it might not be easy for everyone to be open, but what counts is the effort. We have never had an open conversation or proper communication." Your voice comes out even, not a speck of anger or disappointment lacing your words. It sounds like you're only reading out observations from a science experiment. "Why do you think that is? If you were to ask me, and I might be wrong, but it's because you were never interested in the prospect of marrying."

"Had I not asked to break the marriage, things would have been pretty much the same and I would have never voiced these thoughts. You would have made no effort and I would have been trying way too hard to fulfil my wishes. Don't you see how wrong that could go?"

Yoongi remains speechless with his mouth parted.

"It's not only that, though," a small smile appears on your lips. "When you believe in love as much as I do, you'd know that love is inevitable. Everyone deserves it, including you. And I hope that when you do fall in love, you get to walk with them with your head held high without worrying about the wife you had to marry to boost your business."

With each word that comes out of your mouth, you feel a weight being lifted off of your chest one by one. Last night, you stayed up with countless thoughts running through your head. Countless reasons and scenarios why this marriage won't work and would be painful for both of you. Especially you.

Yoongi takes a deep inhale and lets the silence linger.

What else is even there to say? You have given this a whole lot of thinking while he has hardly ever thought about it. Which only goes on to prove your point and how different both of your views on marriage are.

Indeed, he has never shown much effort towards establishing a connection between the both of you. There's no denying that, but he wishes he could tell you that it's not because he wasn't interested in forming one but rather that he does not know how to.

He knows there's no point in clarifying that now though, it will only sound like he's making excuses. Hence, he settles for responding to you with the only sentence that he thinks is relevant.

"We can't break this alliance."

"I know," you nod. "It won't be easy but I'm sure we both will come up with a way to convince our parents."

Yoongi huffs, sensing that you are underestimating his words. "Do you know that the deal has been signed?"

Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief. "What?! H–When?"

Your reaction is enough for Yoongi to know that you indeed, had no idea about the papers being finalised and signed. Your previous words make much sense to Yoongi now and why you thought that the two of you even had any other option but to get married to each other.

"About a week ago," he replies, expression now turning sombre. "I got to know about it only a couple of days ago."

A week ago? That would be around the time you and Yoongi went on your last date where you had confessed to him your feelings. Was it around the same time that both of your doors to escape were closed?

Panic shoots through your veins when the thought that there might be no way out, comes to your mind. No, no, no. There has to be some way.

But is there really?

Yoongi's company is way bigger than your father's. If the two of you back down now, the deal will be cancelled but it will be your father's company that will suffer the most whereas Yoongi's will recover in a few days. It was one thing if the deal was not signed. No gains, no losses. But now, it would be no gain, only losses.

How can you do that to your parents knowing how much stress it will cause them?

You can't.

"I don't have any other choice, do I?" Your voice comes out small, highly in contrast with how confidently you were speaking a few minutes ago.

"I don't think we do," Yoongi sighs, a deep sadness looming over his chest at how dejected you look. "But if it makes you feel any better, we can make a deal."

An abrupt chuckle escapes your lips. "Another deal? Haven't we already had enough?"

"This deal gives you the choice to be free," he comments, noticing how a small hopeful glint appears in your eyes.

"How?"

"Let's stay married for a year, if you still want an out after that, we will get divorced."

Yoongi's words give you a pause.

You can't say that the deal is ideal but it is better than nothing. It gives you the hope that the two of you won't be stuck in a loveless marriage. It also does not create the pressure of being happy with each other because that's the only option.

After thinking for a few moments, you realise that this indeed is what it has all come down to and you'll have to accept it whether you like it or not.

"What about the business deal?" You query, your brain jumping to the concerns of the after-effects of having a divorce.

"By that time, the majority of shares will be transferred to me, I'll take care of it so that there is minimal loss."

You nod and sit back, feeling exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster this conversation has been. You just wish things were simple. That you both could get married to people you were in love with. Or that you both were in love with each other.

The thought makes you look at Yoongi. You can still feel the butterflies in your stomach but there's also this dread that tags along.

Last night, you had considered every possible scenario, and each one of them convinced you why this marriage is not a good idea. But out of all those, there was one which stood out, one that scared you the most and was the most heartbreaking.

The possibility of you falling in love with Yoongi but his response being the same as it was on your last date. You know that the pain you went through this time, would be nothing compared to the pain you would experience then.

You don't want that.

The thought scares you so much, that you make a promise to yourself to not let your guard down so that the situation never occurs.

Hoseok

"You went a little too hard on us today," you say, breathless as you take a bottle of water and uncap it.

Hoseok chuckles. "You say that after every class."

"Do I?" You ask with a small smile, knowing very well that you indeed do. But can you be blamed when Hoseok loses track of time when it comes to dancing and the only thing he focuses on is perfection?

He raises a brow as if asking you to stop pretending and you raise your arms in the air in mock surrender.

He chuckles and shakes his head in amusement. "That's what I thought."

"Oh by the way," you say all excited. "I binge-watched little women during the weekend."

Hoseok's grin widens at the thought that you took the time to watch his recommended show. "Did you enjoy it?"

A thoughtful look appears on your face. "I think it would have been better if the girls had more wins throughout but then I guess it wouldn't have been realistic."

Hoseok hums, understanding where you're coming from. That's an emotion he shares as well. While watching the show, he too wished that the girls didn't have to go through so many ups and downs.

"But you know what I liked?" You say with sparkling eyes.

"What?" Hoseok asks, the gleam in your eyes doing something to his heart.

"Choi Do-il's character!" You say with a small smirk on your lips.

Hoseok finds your behaviour amusing. "Liked him huh?"

"How can I not? He's so cool! He was so loyal to In-joo and he has such a sharp mind, made such tough decisions on the spot." You blabber. "I wish there was someone like him in real life, I'd fall for him in the blink of an eye."

"I wonder what Henry would have to say about that," he replies in a teasing tone, trying to pull your leg. But his smile fades when he sees that your excited expression has now turned sombre.

You shake your head with a soft smile. "Well, we have broken up, so I don't think he would have anything in particular to say."

Hoseok hates that his first reaction is that of joy, which is soon followed by a feeling of guilt. He had convinced himself that he wasn't waiting for this particular day but now, his reaction clearly proves otherwise.

For the time being, he puts his emotions aside and puts your feelings first.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You sigh. "There isn't anything to talk about. The relationship had run its course."

And that's the truth.

Things were pretty smooth at first, but when the honeymoon phase faded, somewhere down the line, both of you realised that you two weren't right for each other.

The breakup wasn't painful for either of you and maybe that's what acceptance is supposed to be like. It was coming to this understanding that the both of you make great friends but there isn't much hope when it comes to something more than that.

Hoseok chews on his lower lip and wonders what's the right thing to say.

It has been six months since that day in the club and five months and three weeks since he realised that his feelings for you run deeper than he had initially thought.

The first three weeks that followed after his realisation was not easy for him at all. He tried his best to be in denial but with time, he couldn't deny it anymore and he felt anger. Anger towards himself for having the audacity to accept that he has any form of romantic feelings for you after you had been so brave about yours and had put your heart on a plate only for him to be a complete dumb wit. Which was soon followed by the feeling of loss. He lost the opportunity when he had it and won't probably ever get it again.

But after that, it started getting better.

He accepted the fact that you have moved on with someone else and are happy with them. But that doesn't mean he did not get jealous every once in a while when he stumbled upon a picture of you and Henry on Instagram. That little spark of jealousy would serve as the reminder that somewhere deep down, he still wishes for you to be his.

There have been times when he had thought about what he would do if someday, years later you and Henry were to break up. But never did he prepare himself for it. Plus, now, he finds it ridiculous that he had always thought that this would be an opportunity for him to correct his mistake when you could have very well removed any feelings for him from the very root.

Before he can figure it out though, you sense the awkward silence and make an effort to break it. "I'm over it though, it does not bother me."

Hoseok nods softly, his thoughts still muddled. "How long has it been?"

"About a month."

Hoseok observes you closely from his peripheral. He notices how relaxed your features are and concludes that the topic of your breakup isn't necessarily a painful one for you. You also seem, pretty okay with the idea of the two of you having broken up, which makes him hope that you have moved on from Henry. And if in case you haven't, he will wait as long as it takes for you to let someone new in and he will do everything he possibly can to be that someone.

"This might be inappropriate but are you planning to return to the dating world?" Hoseok tries to look as casual as he can by pretending to arrange the CDs on the shelf.

It takes a few moments for you to think about the question before you can come up with an answer.

Are you looking for someone you can date? Not really.

When you had downloaded Tinder all those months ago, it was simply so that you can find a distraction from Hoseok and move on. Fortunately, you found that and more in Henry. But now, that chapter is over and you don't find yourself actively looking for someone to be with.

"Not at the moment, no," you reply honestly. "Maybe a few months later, I'll reinstall Tinder," you laugh at the thought.

Hoseok hums, with his back facing you. "When you decide to reinstall the app, do tell me."

You don't think much of his words and innocently ask, "Why?"

The whole of Hoseok's body heats up in anxiety and he starts putting the CDs on the shelf at a much high speed. "Because then I'll install tinder too and will search you up."

Your frown morphs into an expression of surprise and your lips part to form a small 'o'.

Is…..is Hoseok saying what you think he's saying? Is it his way of saying that he would like to take you out on a date? And say, if the answer to these questions is, yes, what will you do?

In the six months that you have been with Henry, you haven't thought of Hoseok in that way. The intensity of your feelings lessened and you could let yourself be friends with him without letting your feelings get in the way.

But are your feelings for him gone?

You don't know.

Hoseok is a great friend of yours. He is nice, charming, kind, helpful and talented. Not to mention that he is utterly gorgeous. Anyone would be lucky to have him as their partner. But do you still want him as one?

You look at Hoseok and realise that the thought of being with him doesn't feel weird. If anything, it causes a little bit of excitement to stir up in your stomach.

It's true that your crush on him is not as deep as it once was and you're not looking for a relationship at the moment, but for some reason, you feel like when you're ready, you may just fall for him harder than you have ever before.

Clearing your throat, you come up with a response that you think is just right. "In that case, I'll have to make sure that I don't forget to tell you about it."

Hoseok turns around immediately to look at you with a surprised look as if that was the last thing he had expected you to say. But when that surprised look turns into that of relief, your previous questions about Hoseok's intent are answered.

A smile appears on his lips when his surprise fades and he makes a promise to himself to not waste the chance you have been kind enough to give him again. "I'll eagerly wait for that day"

Something in your heart blooms at the soft look he gives you and you nod.

After that, both of your chit-chat resumes and you two giggle and laugh like never before while you pack your stuff. Once you're done, you get ready to leave. "I'll get going then?"

With a gleeful smile, Hoseok responds, "see you next Saturday."

As you're walking out of the door, a thought appears to you. "Oh, also, you can't search for people on Tinder."

And then you're gone.

Hoseok watches your retreating figure and he has to try really hard to stop smiling like a fool.

Maybe there will be no need for Tinder after all.

Namjoon

"I love Y/N," as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he winces, anticipating and dreading Yoongi's reaction.

Yoongi, on the other hand, merely blinks at Namjoon's words. ".....and?"

Out of all the reactions, Namjoon thought Yoongi would give, this was not one of them. This makes things way scarier for him because he thinks this is Yoongi's version of 'calm before the storm'.

"Listen, you can be mad at me all you want. I understand but I just wanted to let you know." Namjoon rambles, his voice coming out high-pitched.

A small frown appears on Yoongi's face. This is it, Namjoon thinks.

"Why do you assume that I'm mad?" Yoongi's question, however, leaves Namjoon perplexed. He searches for any form of pretence on Yoongi's features but when he doesn't find any, he sighs.

"I don't know–" Yoongi's frown deepening is enough for Namjoon to backtrack and start speaking the truth. "–you told me that if I were to ever try to show interest in your sister, our friendship would be over."

"I mean, I don't recall saying that but it does sound like something I'd say," Yoongi nods.

Now it's Namjoon's turn to frown. Is Yoongi mad or not? "What am I supposed to make of it?"

"Nothing," Yoongi shrugs. "I should rather ask you, what was your purpose in telling me that you have feelings for Y/N? Was it because you felt like you had to ask for my permission? Or were you scared that it would affect our friendship?" A chuckle escapes Yoongi's lips.

Namjoom sighs, feeling his muscles relax as he finally lets himself realise that Yoongi isn't mad. "I think it's more of the latter."

"So you won't ask for my permission, before pursuing her?" A scowl appears on Yoongi's face which immediately makes Namjoon stutter.

"I–I–I didn't mean that. Of course, I would ask for your permission."

Yoongi tries his hardest to hold back the satisfied smirk that tries to make an appearance. It's nice to see Namjoon being scared of him every once in a while.

"That's better," Yoongi hums. "And you don't have to worry about ruining our friendship and all that shit. That's very high school."

Namjoon feels like he can breathe again. After weeks, it feels like he can finally be honest with himself and most importantly with you, without being scared. A wide dimpled smile appears on his face at the thought of finally confessing to you.

"Gosh, that's annoying," Yoongi huffs, with no real annoyance in his tone. If anything, he's glad to see the wide grin on his friend's face. "If she does reciprocate your feelings and the two of you become a couple, I do hope that the two of you don't turn out to be one of those intolerable ones."

You find almost everything intolerable. That's the thought that comes to Namjoon's mind but before he can speak those words, a much scary thought appears to him which takes his breath away.

"What if Y/N does not accept my feelings?" His voice comes out in a whisper, too scared to speak those words loudly.

Yoongi thinks the chances of that happening are very low. But he chooses not to say it. It's your feelings, you're the only one who knows where they lie. Yoongi does not wish to assume. Instead, he chooses to assure his friend that even if he were to get turned down, he will be there for him.

"I will order a bottle of champagne and soju, each. If things work out, then we will celebrate with champagne. If they don't, then we can have soju."

Namjoon is grateful for Yoongi's words, he really is but the fear that courses through his veins makes it impossible for him to think straight. "You don't get it. She confessed to me and I turned her down."

This time, a genuine scowl appears on Yoongi's face. "Why would you do that?"

Namjoon lets out a heavy breath. "I thought you'd be mad and our friendship would get ruined."

Yoongi tries his hardest not to let his eyes roll but ultimately fails. "Now I remember why I had told you not to pursue my sister."

Namjoon's heart drops at the comment. Is Yoongi about to change his mind?

"One because it was high school and you were going through your fuckboy stage," Yoongi says, with squinted eyes that make it obvious that he's judging Namjoon. "Second, you were dense as fuck at times. Which, clearly, hasn't changed even now."

That had been two days ago.

After the very scary chat session with Yoongi, Namjooon needed some time to recover. Two days to be exact. Now he has finally managed to grab the courage to talk to you and be honest.

His hands hover in the air for a few moments before he knocks. He hopes and wants this to go well, otherwise, he thinks, he won't be able to forgive himself.

You frown when you hear the knock. Who has decided to bother you on a fine Sunday?

You set aside the book you were reading and begrudgingly get up. With heavy steps, you head towards the door and swing it open. The regret that hits you is instantaneous. You should have checked through the peephole before opening.

Namjoon notices your features drop and it makes him feel terribly guilty for his actions and words. With that guilt, also comes the strong need to make things right.

"Do you need something?" You keep your tone cold to avoid any display of emotion. It's not that you are mad at him for the rejection. You're hurt about it, sure. Mad? No.

However, you feel incredibly embarrassed about confessing the way you did. You are aware that you were under the influence of alcohol but that doesn't make it any less humiliating.

"I need to talk to you," Namjoon replies shakily as he finds his anxiety increasing. What if you have decided to move on or have come to the conclusion that he isn't worth it?

You'd really like to make an excuse as to why you wouldn't be able to talk right now but something in you makes you decide otherwise. Maybe it's because you don't want things to be awkward between the two of you as it would put Yoongi in a tough spot. Or maybe it's because you hate seeing Namjoon so anxious, that you find yourself moving out of his way.

"Can I take a seat?" He asks awkwardly, with his index finger pointing at the couch, when he realises that you are simply waiting for him to start talking about whatever it is that he is here for.

You are aware that you are being rude but you honestly don't know how to behave 'normally' around him, anymore. So, you simply hum and wait for him to take a seat.

"Uhm," he clears his throat, "I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party."

"We can talk about anything but that," you say pointedly. There's no way you are going to talk about that night when all you want is to leave that memory somewhere far behind.

Namjoon notices the discomfort that etches your features despite your attempts at hiding it and sighs. "Okay, then I won't bring that up but I need to tell you something."

"Go on."

Namjoon takes in a deep breath before closing his eyes to grab the courage to let the words spill out. "I'm in love with you."

At first, the words don't sink in.

You stand there, leaning against the wall, watching Namjoon. However, when you see the scared and anxious look on his face, you replay his words in your mind.

I'm in love with you.

He's in love with you.

The thought makes you angry.

You scoff. "Do you expect me to take you seriously?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "I don't expect you to but just hear me out."

"I don't want to." You declare stubbornly.

"I know but give me just one chance to explain myself." He pleads gently, not wanting you to feel as if you have to hear him out. He has already caused you enough pain and if you choose that you do not wish to hear him out, he is going to respect that.

You want to laugh at Namjoon's request. You can accept the fact that he does not have feelings for you, no matter how hard that might be. But accepting that he is in love with you after the pain that you have been through? You can't accept that.

You'd very much like to close this topic and never have either of you mention it. But you can't say no to Namjoon when he looks like that. He is one of your biggest weaknesses and not hearing him out would cause you pain as well.

Instead of telling him verbally that you will hear him out, you look out of the window and stare outside blankly, which is enough for Namjoon to know that you're listening.

"I never thought that my feelings would be reciprocated. Which is why, I did not know what to say and said what I thought was right, at the time," his voice comes out vulnerable.

You feel your annoyance flaring. If that really were the case he could have just said the truth. Why lie? Whose first instinct is to lie about their feelings, upon realising that they are not one sided?

Namjoon's next words answer your unasked question. "After my last two relationships ended the way, they did, I thought that all my relationships were destined to be doomed. I was scared to commit to anyone, especially you."

He sighs. "If we were to date and break up, it would change everything not only for the both of us but also for Yoongi. And if that were to happen I'd never be able to forgive myself."

It was around the time that Namjoon mentioned his last two relationships, that you stopped pretending to not care about what he had to say. You know how sensitive the topic is for him and for him to bring it up now, it must be serious.

To put it simply, his last two relationships ended terribly. But each time, Namjoon blamed himself and thought that it was entirely his fault, which you know isn't the case.

Now that Namjoon breaks it down to you, you find your anger fading and find yourself sympathising with him. You may not agree with his actions but you can understand where he was coming from.

What you don't understand, however, is why he is telling you these things. If you're understanding him right, he said what he said at the party because he was scared. But now, he is here, telling you that he loves you. But why?

"Why are you telling me this?" You ask and you are surprised by the lack of coldness in your voice. Maybe it's because he's being vulnerable with you that gives you the courage to put your embarrassment aside for the time being.

Namjoon smiles softly. "I had a chat with Yoongi and it made me realise that I am the only one who thinks this way."

He was indeed scared shitless of his feelings affecting the friendship between him and Yoongi. He had taken Yoongi's cautionary way too seriously and while he was under that impression, what scared him even more was that he would take the risk of being with you only to later wish that he had stayed in his lane. He thought that maybe Yoongi too shares the same viewpoint as he does and hence had asked him to stay from you.

When he had gathered the courage to talk about it to Yoongi, it was with the intention of getting Yoongi's approval. Namjoon already knew that he wasn't going to listen to the voice in his head and that you were worth the risk.

However, when Namjoon went back to his dorms and thought about the conversation he had with Yoongi, it made him realise that he was the only one who was holding these beliefs. Not only that, but Yoongi's reaction made him believe in himself, because even if Yoongi won't ever say it out loud, his calm and nonchalant behaviour was him letting Namjoon know that he trusts him.

"Plus," Namjoon continues, "I know I would regret it forever if I were to let you go simply because I was scared."

You swallow at his words as any remaining trace of anger is washed away from your body.

You know it can't be easy to do something when your insecurities are constantly telling you to do otherwise. But him doing just that, serves as a testimony of his love for you. Hence, even though at the beginning you weren't willing to accept his declaration of love, now you find your heart melting.

"So," you fiddle with your fingers. "What does all this mean?"

"Well if you have forgiven me for my stupidity, I'd like to take you out on a date." Namjoon hopes it isn't too soon to ask you out. But more than anything else, he wishes for your forgiveness.

His words make your chest hurt and you immediately rush to make things clear. "There's nothing to be forgiven, I never held a grudge against you."

"But you wouldn't even look at me?" He asks, with a pained look.

Your heart sinks further. You had thought that it was only painful for you clearly that wasn't the case. "That's because I was embarrassed. It's just incredibly stupid to get drunk because you saw the man you love kissing someone else and then going and confessing like that."

Aaaahhhh.

Right, that whole him making out with someone, thing. He now remembers you mentioning it at the party.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I did not kiss anyone," a small amused smile plays on his lips. "I was only helping the girl to get rid of something that had gotten into her eyes."

Your eyes widen when you hear that. Gosh, could you be any more stupid? You close your eyes tightly and groan in annoyance.

Namjoon gets up from the couch and slowly walks towards you. He understands why it might have looked like he was making out with someone, after all, parties have the worst lighting. But he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed about it. After all, if it hadn't been for that misunderstanding, you would have never confessed and neither would he.

After a small moment of hesitation, he puts his palm on your cheek and urges you to open your eyes.

"Hey," he whispers. "I'm really glad you misunderstood things that day. But I can assure you, that yours are the only lips I would ever want to kiss."

His words make you gulp. Here you were drowning in embarrassment a few moments ago and here you are now, breathless from the close proximity.

"Prove it," you whisper back.

Namjoon's eyes fall on your lips. As much as he would like to feel how soft your lips are, he wants to do things right.

With great willpower, he brings his eyes back to yours and kisses you on the forehead. "Trust me, there's nothing more I want than kissing you right now. But I want to take you out on a date first."

You chuckle at his words. "Well then, take me out on a date and at the end of it, kiss me like you mean it."

Namjoon's heart does a little dance at your words and he already feels his mind coming up with ideas of how he can make the date one that you never forget. "I'll make the date as perfect as you are."

Maybe you two will indeed be like one of those couples, Yoongi finds intolerable.

A/N: I definitely plan to write a Ceo Yoongi series with these two, hence that's how I decided to write them for this part!

For early access to maknae line and for choosing what characters you want the maknae line to play, head over to my patreon! Hope you enjoyed reading this part!

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Heyyyy!!!!

Can I have a Cody finds out/being told that f!reader is pregnant? To make things more complicated lol f!reader is a jedi

Idk where this came from tho… if you don’t have the time or inspiration it’s fine, I love u 🤍

And A Baby Makes Three...

Summary: You find out you're pregnant, and now you have to tell Cody.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 996

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: hihi! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

You frown at yourself in the mirror and pull your robe tight across your stomach. It’s not obvious yet, at least, and you suppose, with a little clever misdirection with the force, people might not notice the baby bump at all.

At least, you hope so.

You’ve been the Jedi General of the 212 for over a year and a half now. And while no one had been happy when the order was given, in hindsight you have to admit that it made sense.

After all, Obi-Wan was a negotiator. He was at his most effective using his words to convince both parties to come to an agreement. You, however, had spent the majority of your jedi career careening from one civil war to the next.

You know military strategy like you know the back of your hand.

And, with the sudden death of Palpatine, and the startling knowledge that he had been pulling the strings on both sides of the war…well, having the skilled Negotiator sitting in meetings day in and day out was far more important than having him on a warship.

Of course, he doesn’t seem to be doing the greatest job at bringing about an end to the war, since it’s still going on.

You release the front of your robes with a sigh.

Honestly, what is the point of even having that implant if it’s not going to work like it’s supposed to. You fold your arms over your chest, and tilt your head back as you try to gather your thoughts.

You need to tell Cody, obviously. Mostly because the baby is his, and partly because the fact that you’re going to be pregnant is going to have to change the way the battalion approaches any upcoming battles.

You release a sigh and rub the back of your neck, trying to ease the tension before it turns into a headache. It’s not going to work, the only person who seems to have the ability to massage away your tension headaches is Cody, and he’s busy.

You hear the familiar sound of your door code being keyed in, and you turn towards the door, or maybe not. The door slides open, silently, and Cody steps into the room, and allows the door to slide shut behind him.

Everyone on the ship knows about your relationship with him, but it’s better to not show it off.

Tension drains out of his body as he sets his helmet on the table next to the door, and you smile sympathetically, “Rough day?”

“That’s putting it mildly,” He glances at you, and then takes a moment to remove the top part of his armor, before he crosses the room to slide his arms around you and bury his face in your neck, “We got word from Fox, there’s been no truce agreement yet.” He mumbles.

“So another month of war,” You say with a sigh.

“So another month of war.” Cody agrees, pulling back to press his forehead against yours, “They’re thinking of sending us back to Umbara.”

“Until we get actual orders, let’s just hope that that’s a rumor,” You reply softly as you reach up to soothingly card your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah,” His eyes close as he relaxes into your touch, “How are you feeling? You woke up pretty sick this morning.”

You smile wryly, though it goes unnoticed for the moment.

“Told you that you shouldn’t have eaten Boil’s experiment. You’re lucky a small bout of nausea is all you got,” Cody continues.

“It wasn’t that bad.” You defend.

“Cyare, it was moving.”

“That…is true.” You admit, grimacing as you remember Boil’s meal, “But he was so excited to cook-”

“You don’t have to keep humoring my brothers, cyare. We already like you.” Cody mumbles.

“I genuinely like your brothers, Cody. I like seeing them happy.” You say lightly, “But, as it happens, I wasn’t sick because of last night's dinner.”

His eyes snap open and he scans your face, “You weren’t?”

“No. I wasn’t.” You trail your hand across his cheek, “And I’m afraid I’m going to be sick for a bit.”

His brow furrows, “Do we need to go to the Medbay?”

You huff out a breath, “That probably won’t hurt, but I need to talk to you first.”

“Okay?”

There are a million different ways you can say this, but you think that, in this situation, the hard facts are the easiest, “My implant failed. I’m pregnant.”

Cody blinks at you, his jaw slightly slack.

“You-...really?”

“Really.” You confirm, “The force doesn’t lie.”

He blinks at you again, and his gaze drifts to your stomach, “A baby,” Cody sounds stunned and a bright grin crosses his face, “That’s…that’s wonderful! I’m going to be a dad!” And then the smile fades, “Oh…shit. This is going to change how we handle missions, isn’t it?”

“Oh, undoubtedly. I’m going to get fat. Which means no more vents.”

“It means you’ll have to start staying back at the command tent.”

You purse your lips, “I do not like that.”

“You don’t have to like it. But you do have to accept it.” Cody replies, and then he kisses you, a series of quick, loving kisses, and when he pulls away he sets his hands on your shoulders, “Okay! We’re going to Helix.”

“Can’t we go later?” You whine, even as you allow him to direct you towards the door.

“Nope.” Cody keys open the door and propels you into the hall, “Because, cyare, Helix is going to have to learn a whole new branch of medicine to help keep you healthy. Two, even, because he’s not a pediatrician either.”

“...now I feel kind of guilty.”

“He’ll get over it. Maybe.” Cody says easily, “Or, if he’s angry, it’ll be at me and not you.”

You eye him suspiciously, and Cody’s smile is a bit too innocent for you to believe it, “You’re fragile, cyare.”

Your jaw drops, “I am not!”

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applecidersstuff · 7 months

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Do you ever realize that the only person Crows can actually ask for relationship advice is Colm?

Like none of the crows have any experience in the area. And I’m gonna explain it.

Nina was about 13-13,5 when the SaB began, so by the end of RaR she’s about 15. And she is sixteen when she meets Matthias. When RaR ends Nina goes back to the little palace and finishes her education, it takes her about six months and after - she travels with Zoya, for about the same time. So she probably didn’t have any relationships in mind before the civil war, simply because she was focused on her studies and training, and she was a child, then during the war she probably was busy with staining alive, and after she was again studying. I think she probably had some little affairs, in Ravka after the war and maybe even in Ketterdam, but not long serious relationships. So she has no idea how it works.

I don’t think I have to explain this one, but I’d do it just for the record. Matthias became drüskelle(I hope I spelled that right) when he was 12, so obviously he was a child and didn’t have those thoughts in mind, and knowing how conservative and religious Matthias is I don’t think he had those things even when he was in his teens. So Nina is his first love and relationship.

I don’t think I need to explain him either, but anyway. Kaz was a child when he got traumatized, so no love. His first attempt was Imogen but they didn’t went further than flirt. So Inej is his first relationship.

The same thing goes for Inej, she’s 14 when kidnapped, and severely traumatized after the “menagerie.” So Kaz is also her first relationship and love.

And now for the fun part

Even though Jes is portrayed as a playboy(sorry but it’s true) I don’t think he’s ever had a relationship. You see, before coming to the university and Ketterdam he lives on the farm. Completely isolated by distance and Colms fears(I’m preparing a whole post about it). And when Jesper comes to Kerch he meets Kaz, gains a huge ugly crush on him, and doesn’t have any relationships before Wylan. Just like Nina he might have had some little affairs but not relationships.

And now for the hilarious part.

Wylan is the only crow who might have some sort of relationship experience.

Now when your shock has settled, I’m going to explain it.

Van Eck gave up on Wylan when Wy was about 8. And after that he hired tutors for him only for Wylan not to bother him. Wylan probably had tutors up until his father tried to kill him. During SoC Wylan is 16 going on 17, so when Van Eck “gets rid of him” he’s something about sixteen and a half(I need to specify this). And you know, rumors don’t start from nothing, in every rumor there is at least a little truth, no matter who started it. And sometimes it kinda sounds like Wylan just isn’t telling us some parts of his past life, like we know almost nothing about his teenage years. I think Wylans tutors wouldn’t be(at least not all of them) old grandpas, I think it would have been more likely for Van Eck to hire young, just out of university, people(because it would have been cheaper). If we believe that, we can also remember how desperate Wylan was for love(I mean he’s a traumatized baby), so I think he might have at least try to have some sort of relationship with his tutor. And I know that those kind of relationship would have been problematic, but keep in mind that we have a teen with daddy issues who spends about 8 hours a day with some guys. Greedy guys. (And I’m not talking about all eight years, just the last two)

So yeah out of all Crows Wylan is the only one who might have some sort of experience.

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natasha-in-space · 2 months

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All Good Things Must End

Ray/gn!reader;

From the beginning, you trusted Ray with all your heart. He was the embodiment of your fairytale dream come to life. Your respite from all the unappealing troubles of the outside world. But all fairytales have an ending to them. And yours is not as happy as you expected.

CW: brief mention of violence, erratic behavior, depiction of a codependent relationship. This is a Danger Ray fic! Set during V's route. Loosely based on the 7th day outgoing call to V (11:51 AM, after the 'Provoke' chatroom).

Lovely dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

Ray was a good man. A kind man. A fragile man, even. His entire appearance would remind you of a beautiful but delicate flower. So starved for love and warmth, yet so sensitive to every harsh touch of the wind, even the slightest of pushes against its soft petals would make it start to wilt. A flower that needed nothing but some gentle care and love for it to come into bloom. And, of course, you were willing to give him just that. After all, why wouldn't you be? Ray has been nothing but kind and caring towards you, ever since you stepped foot into this strange place, guiding you along the way while holding your hand and not minding any of your clumsy mistakes. He was understanding. Attentive. Curious. Always checking in with you and eager to hear about your day. Never ignoring you or making you feel stupid if you didn't understand a thing or two.

No wonder you found it so easy to open up to him in your short time here. You trusted that he would do no wrong by you. Just as he promised.

At least... that's what you thought. And appearances can be deceiving. Oh, so very deceiving. Now, it felt downright humiliating just how much of a blind fool you really were. How stupidly determined you were to deny and rebuke anyone daring to challenge your views on Ray.

You loyally refused to trust Rika's musings about Ray's 'darkness' during your brief stay with her, dismissing them as nothing but her twisted philosophy that you couldn't even begin to comprehend. You impulsively denied V's numerous warnings not to trust in Ray's sugary words, reassuring yourself over and over again that surely his affections for you must be true and earnest. You turned your back on every nagging suspicion buzzing at the back of your mind during short moments of unrest. You knew in your heart that Ray was a kind, tender boy. He was simply confined to an environment that would exacerbate his worst traits.

And he was only human, right? No one is immune to harmful outside influences being forced down upon them. Anyone could end up in his place one day, even you. It was no reason for you to be hostile and distrustful of him.

Then again, maybe that was just your mind trying desperately to keep you calm in the midst of a horrible storm you found yourself being forcibly thrust into. After all, accepting just how truly bad and out of your control things truly were here... How utterly helpless and vulnerable you were, with no one there to come save you if you needed it... How trapped and isolated you were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but miles and miles of lush mountain forests, with no civilization in sight...

Just the thought of it would make a heavy lump of acidic bile rise up to your throat. The sad truth is... Ray simply provided you with feelings of solace and comfort that some deeper, weaker part of you was so desperate for. Losing that was something you were not ready to face yet. He was there by your side from day one. He had a better understanding of you than anyone else did. Of course you would cling to his familiar presence for this brief feeling of stability you yearned for so gravely.

In retrospect, it was always a losing battle for you to try and win. You could have done better. You really, really could have done so much better. Yet it still hit you harder than a sledgehammer to the back of your skull, when the bitter reality has finally reared its ugly head to you, without any regard for your fragile heart.

You resent yourself for hitting that call button despite your gut screaming at you not to. You were already well aware that you would regret doing that, somewhere on the back of your mind. But, in the moment, your worry for your friend overpowered your lingering anxiety. Maybe out of some sense of duty. V made it all the way here, just to save you. You played a big role in his capture, in a way. If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be in danger. And not knowing a single thing about his whereabouts or even his state was... daunting.

So, you dialed his phone number.

You anticipated that he wouldn't pick up. Maybe you would receive a very brief phone call with him begging you to keep yourself safe, like he always would. Or even just a quick exchange of words between you two that would maybe give you even the tiniest of clues on his whereabouts. Something you could then relay to Seven. Make yourself useful. Actually do something, instead of just sitting there and driving yourself mad with dozens upon dozens of anxious thoughts clouding your mind.

What you received was worse than you could have ever imagined.

It was one thing to hear pained groans, gasps, and raspy coughing on the other end of the line. You already had an expectation that V would not be okay when you hear his voice. It still left your knees feeling weak and your heart lurching in your chest with a dizzying intensity, but you could handle that, to an extent. What you couldn't handle was also hearing a familiar soft-spoken voice that has become an unstated but undeniable source of comfort for you. A voice that was now sounding so cold and angry, that your brain had a hard time comprehending what was happening, seemingly shutting down completely, as you remained deathly quiet for the whole duration of that cursed call.

Ray just was not supposed to be there.

You have heard him get angry before. You have heard him lose his grip on reality before. You have heard him say things you couldn't truly agree with, despite you still going along with them regardless, to avoid causing him any disturbance. Those were all aspects of him you were not blind to. You just actively chose to overlook them whenever they would come up. Something that you probably shouldn't have done.

-But you never heard him be so downright cruel and vicious before. Seemingly not at all disturbed by the very real sounds of suffering from the other living person there with him. Even getting angrier at them.

Like it was something completely normal. Not at all worth getting upset or worried over.

You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that this was the same man that worried himself sick over you simply scraping a knee. He was so caring, so empathetic to you back then... over a small cut, of all things. And now, that very same man was not at all disturbed by such grave suffering happening right in front of him.

No, by the sounds of it... he was actively causing it.

And that's not something you could live in peace with.

The call lasted for a maximum of two minutes. That's the time that your phone would display to you whenever you mindlessly return to it, anyway. But it felt way longer than that. For those two horrible minutes, your ears were ruthlessly subjected to the merciless reality you were so desperate to avoid facing up until that very moment.

The bitter truth was that Ray is not a fragile flower. Nor is he a prince from a fairytale. For, fairytales are not reality. No matter how much you want them to be. He was a man, a human being, just like you. Just like every other person in this building. And much like any human being, he was more than capable of causing harm by his own two hands if he so chooses. In fact, he would do so purposefully. And a victim of his spiraling wrath was no longer some faceless unlucky believer that you could forget about in a matter of hours, despite you genuinely feeling bad for them. No, it was your friend. A friend who fought so desperately to save you, even at the cost of his own safety. A friend you have come to care for in the short time you have known each other.

A friend, you knew for sure didn't deserve to be suffering in the way that he was. By the hands of your other friend you cared for just as deeply.

Such reality was just too cruel for you to bear.

So, you do the most foolish thing of all.

You confront Ray head-on.

"-Y/N, you must be confused... I've done no wrong. I do admit that I... did loose myself for a moment there, but- but it was his own fault! If he just kept quiet and drank the elixir like my Savior has instructed, I wouldn't get so upset with him. And he kept saying his stupid lies... He wouldn't shut up. My head hurt so bad... You have no idea."

You are left feeling sick to your very core by the soft apologetic smile reflected on Ray's face, once you do have a chance to finally face him again. No matter what you say, how hard you try to show him how wrong and cruel his actions really were, it was all completely pointless. For someone so seemingly skittish and subservient, Ray was frustratingly stubborn in his beliefs. It was like throwing a tennis ball at a wall. The more force you put into your throw to get your point across, the harder it just bounces right back into your face, leaving you with the painful sting of your failure.

You shake your head, an ugly mess of emotions steadily clouding your sense of judgment. At some point, you lose track of your location and position. All caution goes out the window. All that remains is a debilitating feeling of betrayal, clutching at your insides like metal rods slowly puncturing your very heart. "It is still wrong, Ray! How can you not see that!? He was suffering, and you just- just-"

The words don't come out of your mouth, obstructed by the suffocating lump stuck in the middle of your throat. You were going in circles now. You have been trying to get through to him for almost ten minutes straight, and still no results. You have to take a moment to try and regain your breathing. A soft glowed hand rests gently upon your chin, causing you to tilt your head to meet Ray's gaze instead.

You are disgusted by the genuine concern etched onto his delicate features. By the unfeigned emotions of nothing but genuine care and affection swimming in his eyes as he looks at you. By the tender touch warming up your clammy skin. All of it is sincere. You know he is not lying to you. Not right now, at least. And that is a sickening realization to come to.

More than anything, you are disgusted by the simple fact that you cannot perceive him as a monster or an angel. Ray is no perfect prince from a fairytale, no matter how hard he may try and appear to you as such.

He's a human.

Just like you.

And this implies that he is capable of all the atrocities that any human being is capable of. As much as he is kind to you, he can also be cruel to others. As much as his hands soothe and tremble when they brush up against yours, they can also hurt and sully those he harbors hatred for. It's not all black and white, as you would like to delude yourself into thinking.

And his actions were truly appalling to you. You couldn't live in your fantasy world anymore. It was sullied. Destroyed beyond repair. Your Wonderland has been corrupted from the start, and you just denied each and every sign of it, until it was too late.

"My prince/ss... It pains me to see you in such distress. Though, your tender heart is another trait of you that I adore," Ray whispers to you softly, his thumb lightly brushing over your cheekbone. He was touching you so gently, it's almost like you were made out of glass. And yet, just a few hours earlier, these exact hands were causing so much suffering to someone you care so deeply about. The thought prompts you to swallow hard and clutch your hands together as they start to shake. He continues, seemingly undisturbed by your lack of a positive response. "-But believe me when I say that that villain is not deserving of your compassion. He tried to take you away from me... To ruin what you and I have built together. I cannot stand by and watch him do that to us. What if you got hurt because of him? I would never forgive myself, if that were to happen."

You shut your eyes, refusing to accept the reality unfolding before you. Everything was wrong. So very wrong. One part of you wanted to scream and shout at him, to make him see the twisted nature of his words by pure unrelenting force if you have to. But there was another part of you that contemplated just giving up and concluding this interaction altogether. The debilitating feeling of helplessness was just too much for you to handle.

You are not allowed to do either of those things, however. Instead, another hand lightly rests on the small of your back, pulling you in towards the source of your distress. And you don't fight it. You feel your forehead come in contact with Ray's chest, his flowery scent filling your senses, as both of his arms are now circling around you. You hear a happy sigh fall from his lips. It all seemed like a very cruel joke on you. A moment that seemed so sweet and touching, bringing you nothing but more hurt and anguish.

Did he really not see anything amiss with any of this?

"I missed you so much, my flower... You know, when I heard that liar try and talk to me like he knew you better than I do, I felt like I might just strangle him right then and there. Make sure he never utters your lovely name ever again." Ray's voice is slightly gruff from how quiet it is against the side of your head. A low hum vibrates in his throat as he nuzzles into your hair like an affectionate cat would, breathing in your scent with all the longing you could possibly ask for. Though, the only thing that comes from his affections is a sickening feeling of dread for you.

"-But I thought of you. I thought of your lovely smile... Your eyes, your voice. I know I shouldn't think like this, but... You gave me more strength than my Savior's words ever did. What I did... I did for you. For us, Y/N." He continues, taking a step back from the hug to look at you. Your gaze is cast low, as you don't reciprocate the gesture. You can't bring yourself to look at him right now. It's hard to even keep yourself from putting your hands over your ears to avoid hearing it all. He gently tilts your head up, however, making it clear that he wants you to look at him. "Please don't be upset... It breaks my heart to see you sad because of that villain."

That's when the dam inside of you finally shatters, all repressed emotions spilling out in a violent wave of hopelessness you cannot bring yourself to stop. You wrench yourself away from Ray's arms, your own hands now clenched into tight fists as you look him directly in the eyes. There's a fire burning ever hotter inside of your chest, and you make no attempt to put it out. You let it take over you completely, consequences be damned.

"Villain?Villain!? Ray, he did all he could to save me! And you locked him up and tortured him for that!"

Your mind is screaming at you to stop. To stop and fix things before they spiral too out of your control.

You're being too aggressive. Too blunt. Too disobedient. Staying safe requires you to be both calm and smart about this. And you are neither of those things right now.

But you don't care.

Even as you see the emotions in Ray's eyes shift from that suffocating affection to a mix of desperation and frustration you know well. He makes a step towards you. You make two steps back. This makes his brows furrow in what you could only assume was dissatisfaction.

You never backed away from him before.

"Save you...? No. No. Y/N, he tried to steal you from me. Poison you with his lies, like he has done to my Savior. He did it to me, too! I'm the one who saved you. I did what had to be done to protect you!" You can actively hear his voice changing from the shaky disbelief at your denial of him to rough desperation to prove you wrong. It's borderline scary how quick those changes are occurring right in front of your eyes. Almost in a blink of an eye. It's yet another blaring warning for you to stop.

One that you ignore.

Instead, your frustration boils up inside of you, making you sneer at his stubborn refusal to see reason: "By hurting him!? By making him choke and gag in pain? What was the point of-"

Your angry line of thought is instantaneously interrupted by a small yeep that slips past your lips, as Ray closes in on you in just a couple of quick steps, grabbing at your wrists with a tight grip. Tight enough to cause you some discomfort. His eyes are wide, and his breathing is noticeably shaky. Like he's fighting to get enough air into his lungs and failing miserably. He yanks you close, making you stumble into him without much time for you to struggle or push back against him. Mostly due to your state of pure disbelief. You never expected Ray to actually do anything to you. And while he wasn't actively hurting you, this was still shattering your perception of him to bits and pieces. Or, what remained of it.

"That was nothing, Y/N. He deserved all of that. He deserved that and more. You feel sad for him? You wish mercy on him?" You are suddenly pushed back against the wall, and Ray's slim form keeps you trapped in this makeshift cage you created for yourself with your reckless actions. Ray's voice grows shakier, yet also significantly lower. It sounded dangerous. Angry. His nose brushes up against yours, as he's leaning so close to you, you can't focus on anything but him. Your breath hitches as you instinctively press yourself up against the wall, the panicked pounding of your heart echoing in your temples. "You have no idea how badly he hurt me. What pain I went through because of that- that-"

You can't help but wince in pain as his grip on you tightens. An action that seems to immediately shake Ray out of his temporary fit of anger, as he gasps and quickly lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a frightened expression painted over his features. You don't even have to look at him to know that he is probably in a less than stable state of mind. You are left staggered, betrayed and confused, as you stand there, eyes cast low, rubbing at your wrists. They didn't hurt. Not much, at least. It's the psychological aspect of it that left an impact of you.

Ray's voice feels muffled as it reaches your ears through the constant flow of thought in your head.

"I- N-No, Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't want to- Are you hurt?" You can see him taking a step back towards you, hand reaching out for yours, probably to check on your wrists. You can tell he's scared. And upset. Probably guilty. Which makes this even harder for you to grapple with.

Either way, you cut him off, not wanting to hear any more of this. Partially because you understand that staying to listen will only cause you to break further, if it was even possible at this point. Because he sounds so genuine, nervous, and miserable, it makes your heart ache for him despite yourself. Makes you want to look up, smile, and say that you're okay. That you two can figure it out together.

And you don't want to repeat the same mistake twice.

"Just... Leave, Ray." You mutter out quietly, not raising your eyes at him. You sound a bit too soft for your liking, but it'll do. Swallowing, you repeat yourself for good measure. "Please. Leave."

There is a prolonged pause between the two of you. It's almost too lengthy for comfort. Neither of you say anything for a while. But the tension in the air is thick, and it does not fade with time. It only grows. Crawling over you like snakes. There is a fear within you that prevents you from looking at him. A fear of seeing the pain in his eyes. Or, instead, to come face to face with that same anger that felt so alien to you.

Ray finally speaks up. His voice is barely audible.

"...N-No..."

He moves closer to you still. For the second time today, you are finding yourself backing away. But now, you turn your back on him and keep your hands locked where you can see them. You can feel them shaking. With a sigh, you repeat: "Leave."

And, as you soon learn, that was not a very wise choice for you to make.

You're quickly spun around before you can think to act, and Ray's fingers are digging into your shoulders with a disturbing intensity, leaving you little time to react. He's observing you as if you were a wounded animal that was left behind after being hit by a car. Like you're the saddest creature he had ever seen. And, for some reason, that look scares you more than the previous anger he showed you.

"I can't believe this..." He murmurs under his breath, his eyes darting over your figure, almost like he was searching for something physical on you that could be visible to the human eye. But he doesn't find it, and that seems to upset him further. You try to pull away from him, only to get jerked back in again, his hold on you tightening.

Only this time, he does not pay any attention to your visible discomfort. He was too occupied with his own thoughts that you were not aware of. It's like he doesn't even see you. Not fully, anyways.

He holds your chin and tilts your face to examine you more closely. As he does, his shaky breath sneaks over your cheek and causes you to shiver in place.

"He... He poisoned you, didn't he...?"

The hushed murmur sounds so utterly ridiculous that it almost makes you forget about the disturbing nature of this situation for a good moment. Yet, he was completely serious. And he wasn't even talking to you, by the looks of it.

"What? Ray, I-"

"-That's why you are saying all these things to me... That's why you don't trust me anymore." Ray cuts you off as if you were not there, his brows furrowing into a deep scowl, but not one aimed directly at you. One of his hands grips onto your chin, while the other finds your hand and takes it into his own, his fingers sliding between yours. He grasps it tight, in a hold that would feel reassuring, if it wasn't for the circumstances. "My Y/N wouldn't tell me to leave. I should've guessed..."

A shiver of fear runs down your spine. As your outburst of frustration subsides, you slowly start to realize the seriousness of this situation for you, as the fire of anger and betrayal subsides. Now you wish Ray was angry again. At least then he still listened to you. But how can you fix things when he doesn't even acknowledge you?

"-Don't worry," You are brought back to reality by a warm and assuring smile on Ray's face. One that only makes you feel nauseous. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, making your breath hitch. Staying there, he whispers onto your skin, like a secret promise only for your ears to hear. "I will fix it, my prince/ss. I shouldn't have been away from you for this long in the first place... My Savior is far too busy to give you the care and attention you need. But now, I'm here. And I'm not leaving your side again. I promise. I'll make sure you are smiling again."

He does not let go of you again. While your fairytale might have been broken, his has only begun its story. And his happily ever after is not something he will give up on. Even if you did.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #ray choi #choi ray #mystic messenger ray #saeran choi #ray x reader #saeran x reader #i am spraying him from a water bottle because he's being a bad kitty #but uh #anyways #i love his more dangerous side in v's route #the scene with him torturing v is one i don't see many talk about #also he's a bit more erratic here #not as premeditated as danger ray is usually portrayed #i read through and listened to his bad endings and his overall behavior #and it's a thing i am very fascinated by #how quick he is to lose his composure and act out in a way he feels guilty for moments after #or how quick he is to switch #from the panicked desperation to complete delusion #and i feel like once that switch happens #you're done #you're just done #he won't listen to you #he's too stuck in his own head #it happens during the another story bad ending #and it somewhat happens in his bad ending during v's route #he's very possessive or you and - subsequently - his fairytale reality

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In defense of ‘House of the Dragon’ costumes.

I doubt anyone will read this, but at least I can link to it instead of arguing with people.

I don’t even like the costumes that much, truly, but every fucking time the criticism is paired with examples of the costuming work on ‘The Borgias’, ‘The Tudors’, or even ‘Reign’. I have thoughts on the costumes from those shows too, but will readily admit they do have more detail and texture than most garments worn in HotD.

HOWEVER

Whenever I hear these mentioned in comparison I want to scream.

Tudors is set in 16th-century England.

Borgias is in 1490-1500 Italy

Reign [allegedly] depicts mid 16th century Europe.

None of these have examples of medieval fashion. The middle ages spanned from the 5th century to the 15th (and by then, the renaissance movement had come to Italy, so the Borgias does not depict medieval clothing, either.)

ASOIF is a fantasy universe, true, but GRRM has stated many times that the Middle Ages served as a basis for the world he created and that historical realism was an important grounding factor for making the universe feel real, too.

I think it’s fair to say this should apply to clothing, just as it applies to decor, atmosphere, and technological advancements in both the books and the show. Clearly it is supposed to replicate the middle ages, or a very similar equivalent in Westeros.

I’m happy to suspend some disbelief given the fact it is a fantasy setting—for example none of the garments in GoT were historically ‘accurate’ but the more traditional gowns kept a silhouette and stylistic details that were similar to garments from the 15th century [most pointedly Sansa’s and Cersei’s gowns from the earlier seasons] which would fit the period in history that influenced the books.

I genuinely think HotD was trying to do something similar, drawing from fashions from the slightly earlier 1300s/1400s—which follows with the established timeline.

And, obviously, that is very much not the time period shown in borgias, reign, or the tudors. It is in fact HUNDREDS of years earlier.

To put this into context:

Comparing the 1300s to the 1500s is equivalent to comparing your wardrobe to what is in a Jane Austen film.

Comparing the 1500s to the 1700s is like comparing civil war era uniforms to what is worn by the military today.

A lot changes in 200 years.

And you know what? Garments in the 1300s weren’t that pretty.

Almost all of them lacked closures, which meant they went over the head and were shaped with belts or ties.

Corsets were not worn during this period so any sort of tight, supportive, and shapely bodices in this era is a thing of fiction.

Though layers were often worn, they were typically only visible at the hems and not the neckline [so the layers of a partlet/visible chemise as seen in the 16th century was unlikely, too].

In fact the only realistic depiction of this period I've seen in costuming is on the show “Hollow Crown” and do you know what those dresses looked like? Well…

Not to mention this is a difficult period to research in general since so little paper survived. This website has timelines for fashion, and where the 15th century page features a dozen examples for each decade, the 14th century page has less than a dozen examples TOTAL.

Now I’m not saying the costumes couldn’t have been better. I do think fabrics with more texture could have made even the simple gowns look more interesting, and I wish the amazing embroidery that we saw hints of was better utilized.

But, I think given the historical examples the designer was probably tasked with interpreting in a fantasy setting, the costumes are just not going to be as fantastic as what you see in dramas from later periods.

(The wigs however were unforgivable, i’ll give you that, lol. )

ALSO I'm not saying you can't complain about them or think they were ugly. I'm just saying that if you are going to compare them to something, please compare them to garments from other fantasy dramas, or things that actually take place in the same period.

Ok. Rant over.

#game of thrones #house of the dragon #costume design #costume #targaryen #hbo #historical #medieval fashion #middle ages #medieval dress #rant

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klbwriting · 4 months

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Who Am I Really?

Chapter 8

Fandom: Aquman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: Artrax finds Orm and help comes from an unexpected place

Orm had a bad feeling as he helped YN clean up after dinner. She was trying to be cheery, act like nothing would change but considering everything that he had just learned, everything was about to change. He dried dishes while she put them away and he didn’t realize until he heard the shatter that she dropped a dish. He turned, setting the glass he was holding down only to see YN, hands held up, staring at the doorway, terror in her eyes. He looked at the door and saw an Atlantean soldier. He entered the home, followed by three more, finally Artrax entered, pulling Arthur’s bound body with him. Orm jumped in front of YN, shielding her as much as he could.

“Greetings your majesty, it has been a long time,” Artrax said casually, dropping the groaning Arthur on the ground. Orm’s eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out how he could take down the five enemies in the room without harming Arthur or YN, but he couldn’t see how it was possible if he fought. He would have to be civil until an opportunity presented itself.

“Artrax?” he said, like he was surprised. Artrax shook his head.

“Don’t try to be stupid, I know that the king has been hiding you here, helped you to escape your punishment for killing my son,” the noble said. Orm took a breath, pointing behind him. YN took his hand, so he knew she understood. He wanted her in the bedroom, it at least put a wall between her and the danger here. He couldn’t think straight with her out there, weapons pointed at her. She started to back up slowly but froze when one of the soldiers pointed his weapon at her. Orm moved, once again putting himself in front of her. Artrax smiled.

“Please, just let her go to another room,” Orm said, the hitch in his voice betraying how much she mattered to him.

“O no, the lady should stay, learn who you really are,” Artrax said.

“He told me who he was, he has shown me he is not that man anymore,” she said, shooting a glare at the noble. “He has done some horrible things, but he’s not that person now and he is atoning.”

“Atoning? How can you atone for taking a life? How can you expect redemption when you have taken the breath out of a person’s body? He can say he is different; he can claim redemption but it's not true. The only way for him to be redeemed is to pay for what he’s done with his flesh,” Artrax said, producing a dagger. Orm looked from him to Arthur.

“You can’t threaten the king of Atlantis, that’s treason, you would never be able to go back again. Neither would your men. You all see that right? I was in a deserter prison for four years because of the treason I committed. You don’t want to be there. They take pieces of you…they eat them in front of you,” Orm said. YN saw a haunted look cross his face for a moment before he came back to the present. The Atlantean soldiers seemed to consider this, and lowered their weapons just enough for YN to run. She slammed and locked the bedroom door and opened the window. She knew she had to get away, find help, and she had a plan.

“Find her you idiots! None of us will get charged with treason if you just listen to me,” Artrax demanded. Two of the soldiers kicked the bedroom door down and went inside. One came out and said that YN was gone. Orm felt himself relax just a little as the two left to search for her. His odds had just risen considerably. He stood a little straighter, feeling more confident now. Just had to talk a little longer.

“So what’s your plan after this? You what, kill me and then think Arthur hails you a hero when you get back?” he asked. Artrax laughed.

“Do you think either of you are surviving today?” he said. “This is simple, you were enraged we found you, at your brother for failing you. You fought, the king was tragically killed in the crossfire, taken down by his own brother. I go home the hero and you and Arthur rot at the bottom of the lake.” Orm noticed the other soldiers shift nervously out of the corner of his eye. Clearly this wasn’t in their plans.

“And do you think these men will keep that secret? I mean…they look nervous to me,” he said. Artrax was nearly foaming at the mouth, clearly wanting nothing more than to rile Orm again. Once YN had left Orm had changed. Artrax knew this, he could see the former king’s head held up higher, the arrogance was back in his eyes. Arthur wasn’t the key to making him crumble, that fucking woman was, and now she was gone. This wasn’t going the way he planned. Fine, new plan. He pulled a weapon from a side holster and shot the two soldiers in their water masks. Orm was going to help them, but Artrax held the weapon to Arthur’s head. Orm froze. Alright, his assumptions about Artrax being reasonable were out the window. New strategy.

“Well then, how about this. You come with me, I’ll bring the king, alive for the time being, the other two come back…” he stopped speaking and suddenly disappeared out the door, dropping the dagger and his energy ray as he went. Orm ran outside and saw Artrax, then the person who was holding him in the air. He was also holding the other two soldiers in the other hand. YN was on the beach looking up at the sight with a smile.

“I will be right back,” the flying man said before turning and shooting off towards the ocean.

“Who is that?” Orm asked, pointing. YN laughed.

“My cousin Lois, her fiancé is kind of a metahuman, Superman. Met him at their engagement party, very kind. Told me if I needed help to just call out for him. Never had to before though,” she said. She folded her arms. “Now, is your brother still unconscious? Superman said he would drop them on some mountain in Europe, but they’ll get back here eventually, and I think its about time we made a plan,” she said. Orm stared at her for a moment before pulling her in, kissing her deeply. He lifted her and she wrapped her body around him. Arthur came stumbling out of the house.

“What happened?” he asked. They paid him no attention. He groaned. “Hey, detach for a minute.” He walked over and plucked YN out of Orm’s arms. Orm took a swing at him, but he deflected it easily, putting her down. “Come on guys, I just woke up after being attacked and I need to know how much shit we’re in.”

“We will all be fine, you just have a job to do,” YN said. Arthur looked confused, and then was even more baffled when Superman landed next to him.

“What’s tights doing here?” he asked. Clark chuckled and put an arm around the confused king.

“Come inside and I’ll explain,” YN said, leading them into her home for some tea and a plan.

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ch. lxxxi - Kyle ?

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

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in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

You were walking in the hallway of your classroom when you bumped into someone. "Watch it," the person hissed.

You felt bad for bumping into the person, whoever bumped into the other, you yourself weren't paying attention. Besides, it doesn't take much to just apologize. You turned to look at the person to apologize with the most polite smile you can muster. "I'm sorry, excuse me," you said.

But once you saw who the person is, your smile hardened.

Seonghwa glared with his sharp eyes, dusting the arm you bumped into BY ACCIDENT. He was acting like you dirtied him by just bumping into him. "Maybe pay attention to your surroundings? Are you that inconsiderate of literally everyone else around you?" he scoffed.

Despite his action towards you, all you could think about was how he had been doing such a great job ignoring you, why is he acting like this all of a sudden? Like he HAD to let you know he has feelings for you. Before this moment, had you found yourself meeting Seonghwa in the hallways or library or during assembly, you both would either lock gazes for a second before averting or just simply acknowledge the other's presence. It might sound weird that you both still interacted in a sense considering you both aren't friends anymore and it turned out that he never really considered you a friend anyways. But you both were always civil. Or, at least that's what you thought.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "It was an accident, Seonghwa. It's not like I bumped you with a car," you pointed out, expressing your distaste at his pettiness. It seemed like Seonghwa fully expected you to reply as he stared at you with an eyebrow raised, "Are you saying that you WANT to bump me with a car?" he asked. Now it felt like he was egging you to create a problem. Worst case scenario is that he's trying to prove you're intending to hurt him deliberately or something. Petty bitch. "Oh god Seonghwa, why don't you just call up your army of lawyers and cry to them," you spat out of frustration, not wanting to deal with him anymore.

Seonghwa was about to say something when someone called for him from behind you, catching both your and Seonghwa's attention, halting the argument.

You saw Wooyoung standing with his head tilted to the side, eyebrows raised. "What are you two doing?" he asked, looking back and forth between you and Seonghwa. Seonghwa nodded at your direction, pointing at you with his chin, "She bumped into me," and you rolled your eyes once again at that, "By accident," you added. But he wouldn't back down as he took a step closer to you and glared at you directly, "We don't know that, no one can trust your words," he hissed. His out of pocket comment made you furrow your eyebrows but your palms started to sweat as you had a feeling that he was talking about a certain something that you know. "What the fuck does that mean?" you asked.

Luckily enough, someone pulled Seonghwa away from you as another person stepped between you and him, "Okay, we're not doing this right now," Yeosang said as he gripped Seonghwa's arm harder, making sure he can't break free. Wooyoung turned to look at his older friend as he shook his head, "Stop it hyung, it isn't worth it," he pointed out. His words seemed to make Seonghwa pause and calm down, you can only assume that the logical side of his brain is working again. With Wooyoung's words, Seonghwa ripped his hand from Yeosang's grip and spared you one last glare before pushing past, DELIBERATELY BUMPING INTO YOU.

As he walk away, Wooyoung hesitantly look between Seonghwa and Yeosang, as if communicating with his friend who was still standing there. Yeosang nodded at Wooyoung in assurance, "Yeah, you make sure he gets to his car," he said. Wooyoung nodded and turned to follow Seonghwa. But before he did, he looked at you with eyes that conveyed something like worry which surprised you because you don't know what it meant.

Once left alone with Yeosang, you could only stood there in awkwardness. You've never spent much alone time with him, it was always awkward for some reason. You don't know what kind it is, but tension is always palpable when it's just the two of you.

Not knowing what to say, you simple slowly start to make your way back into the classroom to grab your bag. "So..." you started, slowly shuffling away, "I'll get going now," you decided to say as you immediately rush inside the classroom to escape the awkwardness.

Your hands moved quick, packing your things into your bag. You'd hate to keep your friends waiting.

"You know, a thank you would be nice,"

Startled, you dropped the pencil case you were holding to the floor as you turned around to see Yeosang frowning by the door. "You... Want me to thank you for making sure your friend won't get in trouble?" you asked, making sure you understood his word correctly because, honestly, you didn't quite understand how his logic was working at that moment. Yeosang crossed his arms on his chest and leaned on the doorframe, staring at you, "It's weird when you put it that way," he scoffed, "I'm just saying that it would've polite to say thank you when someone does something for you," he added in a matter-of-factly way. Which annoys you because who does he think he is?

"Oh wow, okay? So, you mean to tell me that you do things just so that people would thank you? And here I thought San and Wooyoung were the narcissists," you scoffed, smirking at him challengingly. With a roll of his eyes, Yeosang retorted back, "You know I don't mean it like that, (y/n)," he sighed. Not really caring, you shook your head and returned to packing your bags, "Whatever, Yeosang. You know I don't owe you anything, not even a thank you," you paused to grab your fallen pencil case on the ground before continuing with what you were doing, "If it's a thank you you wanted from me, consider all the 'thank you's that you owed me from the past were paid off. Because let's face it, Yeosang, you never approached me to lend a hand, heck you never even personally approached me literally by yourself. If you had something you wanted, you always waited until someone else needed me too and just piled up whatever the fuck it is on me without caring about my availability or how I was doing." Once your things are packed, you slung your bag on by one of its straps and headed towards the door where Yeosang was still standing, staring at you. "You know, for people who didn't want to have shit to do with me after Wooyoung humiliated me, you and Seonghwa seemed to have a lot to say today," you said with a shake of your head in disbelief before trying to push past Yeosang.

Alas, Yeosang was too strong and his shoulder was too broad, it prevented you from escaping the room and getting away from him. With a step backwards, you glared up at Yeosang, "Can you move away, please? I want to go home."

Much to your surprise, Yeosang was looking at you with a frown on his face but his eyes showed something that is more akin to disappointment. "Well?" you asked, waiting for him to do something. It seemed like Yeosang didn't even know how to react at that point. He wanted to do something, say something, you can clearly see how he was struggling to say something. But why would he?

"I can't believe you only remember the bad things I did," he muttered in disbelief. "Excuse me?" you scoffed, "How could I not? That's all you did!" you exclaimed, equally in disbelief. "I tried to be there for you too, (y/n), truly and I can't believe you don't acknowledge me being there for you," he shook his head in disappointment as if he was actually hurt. The audacity of this man. "What the fuck are you talking about, Yeosang? I don't know if you forgot our entire interaction this whole or maybe you had amnesia recently, but this is the most interaction we had where it's just the two of us!" you couldn't help but raised your voice at him because you couldn't comprehend his reaction.

"You don't get it," Yeosang hissed as he turned to walk away from you. Seeing him walking away made you mad because there is no way in hell he's allowed to walk away just like that after spewing some bullshit about being there for you when he has never done that. You ran up to Yeosang and grabbed his arm, "What do I not get?" you asked. It seemed like Yeosang wanted to answer, but you saw him hesitating. But he shook his head and pulled his hand away from your grip gently, "Nevermind," he muttered. But you wouldn't let him off that easy. You grabbed his arm again, harder this time, and made him face so you can glare at him properly, "Tell. Me.," you pressed.

"I'm Kyle," he blurted out.

You felt your breath stop.

The both of you stood frozen, staring at each other. The only sound you could hear was people in the distance, chattering as they exit the school.

"I... Am Kyle," he repeated.

You let go of his arm as if the feeling of his skin burned you. "No, you don't know what you're talking about, I have your number and you are DEFINITELY not Kyle," you said, trying to make an excuse as to why Yeosang claimed that he was Kyle. "I do," he sighed as he reached into his pockets and took out two similar-looking phones, "We were connected from the school's valentine's event, we were a match. I put my "business" phone number there so no one would know who I am," you stared at the phone, brain still trying to make sense of things but it couldn't. Seeing you frozen, Yeosang took it as an opportunity for him to continue talking, "I... Wanted to tell you who I am, I told you but you know that I'm scared of how you would react if you knew and I don't want to jeopardize the relationship we had because I promise you, I'm being as honest as I can be, I do like you romantically and I can't stress how much I want to be with you," his hand reached forward and it slowly wrapped itself around your wrist, his thumb caressing your pulse point, "Can you understand where I'm coming from?" he asked, seeking your eyes pitifully.

It was hard for you to process the information you just got. And with Yeosang- Kyle? Saying that he wants to be with you, that he had been the one who was all lovey-dovey and even claiming to be your best friend, sharing your interests and even spending time together, when in reality, Yeosang has been one of the people who were using you for their own personal agenda whilst simultaneously ensuring that you remain feeling like as if you're nothing more than the poor person you were before. It was too much.

You wanted to rip your hands off of his grip, slap him, kick him, and tell him how much you hate him for playing with you. But at the same time, you don't want to do that. Because if he is who he said he is, if he's truly your Kyle, you can't help but consider the fact that you have genuine feelings for him, you truly do care for him and it's not that just because you found out that Yeosang is Kyle that can suddenly say that he was faking it this whole time. Because to be honest, the Kyle side of Yeosang was the most genuine, most comfortable person you've ever had the pleasure (or is it displeasure now?) of knowing.

So you carefully took your hands out of Yeosang's gentle grip. When you were detached from him, Yeosang can only stare at you with much sadness in his eyes, he could hear his heart cracking. But he knew he deserved it. After all, he was the sick bastard who kept his identity from the person he claimed to love. It was all on him.

"I..." you started, wanting to say something to Yeosang, anything. Yeosang waited, expecting you to cuss him out, berate him, attack him, anything just so he could know how you feel about him being Kyle. But the more he waited, the more he realized that you yourself didn't know how to react.

"I need to go."

That was the only thing you told him before you turned and quickly walked away and out of the school, wanting to escape.

This had to be a dream (or nightmare) because no way in hell is life treating you like you're a joke.

Not funny.

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OK so having seen some of the pics for what "arachnus prime" could have looked like in the canned fourth season of tfa,it got me thinking of an au/plot idea regarding the character that mixes several of the canned plots together. (Namely the initial "arachnus prime" idea,"trukk vs munkey" and the shattered glass episode "mirror mirror")

What if in this hypothetical plotline,optimus desire to save elita one in the past causes a split in the timeline,causing him to become technoorganic instead. Believed dead by his friends and abandoned by the civilization he so dutifully served, "arachnus" goes a little nuts in his isolation,his misery creating one hell of an insecurity/superiority complex. He doesn't join the decepticons, believing both sides were all in all just as bad as each other and strikes out on his own desperately searching the galaxy for a "cure" for his condition and causing chaos and destruction for cybertron using his advantage of how their systems work. These actions draw the attention of academy washout Elita One and her crew (grumpy,seen it all warrior Chromia,athletic ninja Firestar,and eager to prove young bots Nautica and Moonracer) of repair bots, "Arachnus" damage causing them no level of ire on the job.

This continues until an incursion from a different reality by four bots,the autobots Optimus,Ironhide and the predacons Blackarachnia and Optimus primal. (Who in a previous adventure cloned optimus multiple times after encountering several of starscreams clones wirh similar results,hoping to find a way to cure her own condition,primal being one of said clones who stuck with elita) When both sides fall in with their respective counterparts "Arachnus" is intrigued by Blackarachnias talk of an invention that can turn regular bots into technoorganics like him,and the pair team up (not the least due to their shared belief that cybertron as a whole is corrupt and generally hypocritical) in order to get back to Blackarachnias dimension. Shenanigans ensue however and not the least due to boths insecurities,Blackarachnia encountering her alternate self, and "arachnus" increasingly unhinged mental state, Blackarachnia is betrayed and left by the wayside while "arachnus" escapes to find her lab,from here,a few things happen.

With Elita as a mediator, Blackarachnia,Primal and Optimus finally talk after everything that happened,and optimus let's slip he really does think cybertron is currently a bit corrupt (not the least with Sentinel currently in charge,who optimus has long since grown irritated with) , but that doesn't mean they can't at least try to fix it,so even if Blackarachnia has her doubts,the three of them try to rebuild the device to send them home.

However, before they can stop him,"arachnus" reverse engineers elitas predacon-making machine,only for it to horrifically mutate him further into a saurian mishmash of machine and organic parts and driving the poor guy completely mad,hijacking Blackarachnias burgeoning project now convinced that the real way to deal with "the Cybertronian problem" is to turn the entire species into feral,technoorganic monsters just like him,with him as their leader and lord as the only one who had the foresight to see the problem at hand,yeeeesssss.....

Horrified by what she's unleashed,Blackarachnia,Primal and a gang of Cybertronians turned technoorganic by "Megatron's" (after all,if regardless of the timeline everyone will treat him like a monster,why shouldn't he take the name of the guy most fear akin to a bogyman) experiments team up to try and stop him,if the Cybertronian population can't stand them based on what they now look like, why not show them and "Megatron" the true maximal of what a few technoorganics can do,hmmm maximal...

All the while,imprisoned within the depths of iacon along with his most faithful,the real Megatron,despite the irritation with this young upstart using his name,sees the emergence of the "predacons" as an opportunity. Coupled with the increased amount of decepticon attacks within the outer regions this event is clearly taking a toll on the new magnus,making him all the more pliable and easily manipulated,any day now he's going to snap,and Megatron will use the opportunity to escape and continue his conquests...

TLDR: in an alternate dimension optimus becomes a giant spider instead of elita,he escapes into tfa optimus dimension and becomes the tfa version of beastwars megatron, with Blackarachnia forming the maximals to stop him.

I might add more to it in the future if anyone wants more,but I hope you like what I've written here.

#transformers #tfa #my writing

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Who Buried the $10M in Rare Gold Coins Found by a California Couple?

What they found, where it's from—and what are the odds?

The dream of discovering buried treasure came true for a California couple who found a real pot of gold while walking their dog. The largest such hoard ever found in the U.S. is comprised of 1,411 gold coins, minted between 1847 and 1894, worth an estimated $10 million in today's market.

The coins are now known as the Saddle Ridge Hoard, after a feature on the couple's property. Both the location of the land and the couple's identity are being kept secret.

According to an interview given to the coin company that will market the hoard, the discovery was made on a path they had used for years. Spotting the side of a rusted can barely emerging from a hillside, they dug it out with a stick and carried it home. Subsequent trips to the site turned up several more treasure-filled cans.

Most of the coins are $20 gold pieces, known as double eagles. All of those were made at the San Francisco mint, founded in 1854 to process the nuggets that prospectors were finding in the newly discovered California gold fields.

But at least one of the coins came from a much earlier bonanza—a $5 piece known as a Dahlonega half eagle.

That's Dahlonega, Georgia.

East Coast Gold Rushes

"Before the California gold rush, there were discoveries [of gold] in North Carolina and Georgia in the early 1800s—not on the same scale, of course, but enough to cause rushes to those places," said Douglas Mudd, the director and curator of the American Numismatic Association's Money Museum, in a phone interview.

"The U.S. government then opened two mints—one in Charlotte and the other in Dahlonega," he explained. Before that time, the mint in Philadelphia was the country's only such facility, established in 1792 when the city was the national capital.

At the start of the U.S. Civil War, the Confederate government took over the mints in North Carolina and Georgia. But by then, the East Coast gold had mostly played out, and the mints closed after the end of the war.

Mint Condition

Aside from sheer quantity, one of the extraordinary features of the Saddle Ridge Hoard is the condition of the coins. "They are in very good shape—they don't show a whole lot of wear," says Mudd. "Some of them probably haven't circulated at all."

About a dozen of the coins, in fact, are among the best surviving examples of their kind.

Condition affects the value of a coin, as does rarity. In 1860, for example, San Francisco produced more gold double eagles than it did in 1866, so coins from the latter year have added value. One of the finest double eagles from the Saddle Ridge Hoard, minted in 1866, has an estimated value of $1 million.

List of Suspects

Based on the dates of the coins and the cans they were found in, experts believe that the hoard may have been buried over a span of time, but surely not after the early years of the 20th century.

The hoard's face value is $28,000. "That was a lot of money in the late 1800s," says Mudd. "A huge amount."

Who would have left a fortune in the ground and not returned to claim it?

A prospector who wanted to protect his stash? Not likely. "There were still a few people panning for gold in the 1890s," says Mudd, "but by then companies were doing most of the mining."

An outlaw trying to hide the coins while on the lam? Perhaps.

Someone extremely wealthy, eccentric, and distrustful of banks? Another possibility.

A researcher with the time and interest, who knows the location of the find, might uncover an answer. Property records would record the owner of the land in the late 1800s, says Mudd. That might be one clue. And a search through newspapers of the time could turn up a report of money gone missing. There might even have been a local tradition of buried treasure recorded somewhere.

What Are the Odds?

Could another lucky person strike gold like this, somewhere in the U.S., in the future? Not very likely.

"You get a lot of hoards in Europe—coins buried for hundreds or thousands of years," says Mudd, "but they're less common in the U.S. Our history isn't that long, and for most of the time we've had banks, so people have tended to put their money there."

The occasional cache of Spanish pieces of eight comes to light in the Southwest. Or a modest collection of colonial coins is uncovered. Finding "60, 70, 200 coins—yes," says Mudd. "1,400? That's exceptional."

There are exceptions.

In 1985, construction workers in Jackson, Tennessee, unearthed 300 gold coins in almost mint condition. The workers quickly took them to banks for cash, traded them for jewelry, and in one case even exchanged some for a used car. A book called Gold Is the Key, published in 2012, makes the case that the coins are linked to a local bank robbery and murder in 1859.

Most discoveries wouldn't have such a dramatic backstory, and are rare occurrences anyway. Still, people who sweep metal detectors over fields as a hobby, and backyard dog walkers casually kicking up a bit of dirt, can always hope for a lucky strike.

BYA. R. WILLIAMS

#California Couple Finds $10M in Gold Coins #Who Buried the $10M in Rare Gold Coins Found by a California Couple?#The Saddle Ridge Hoard #treasure #gold #gold coins #rare gold coins #collectable coins #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #long reads

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Hi! First off, thank you very much for answering my earlier asks; I really appreciate that you put in the time and thought to answer my questions. Secondly, I wanted to ask, how do you think the wizards would take it if they had been sentenced to Lightrock rather than Omega? (I think I have also asked this question of another blog, but I’m kinda hooked on the idea.) Thank you very much!

Hiii again!! You're so welcome too! I love answering asks and putting some energy into them, even if that means they take me a sec sometimes djskshsj I get to it eventually stinkyexhaust if you're out there-

And to answer the second part; Honestly I kinda vibe with the idea, I think about it sometimes, briefly. But that's because I'm bias and I simply don't want them to be frozen for eternity. Or for however long the comics kept them there before making them work for some guy and eventually imprisoning them in Solaria boo boo tomato. Absolutely YOINKED them from their planet, which ig Lightrock would also do. But like. That's different.

How would they take it though? Hmmmm yeah probably beats Omega, if only because they're together and able to talk to each other. Hopefully. Unless they're separated. I think Ogron would struggle the most, he's still experiencing some very strong emotions of the angry sort- but I feel like he'd eventually be fine as long as he's with Gantlos and Anagan who are TIRED. And in mourning. Ogron will get there too. Is Lightrock the absolute perfect solution for them that will fix all their problems though? Will they straight up vibe there without any issues? No!! But I really don't think they're as kill kill destroy as modern Winx writing is trying to sneak in there, they can be civil! At least for as long as it would take to get the "yeah lol they're fine now" stamp of approval so they can be on their way, which I think is the end goal? It's a rehabilitation thing right, those aren't permanent usually, I don't think.

Y'know who really could've used Lightrock. When we give it a minute of thought.

HE. HIM. THAT THING.

You're telling me this SICK man, who had been feverishly yapping away on your couch just minutes prior, DARES to speak the words "Who says I want to recover?", proceeds to reveals big evil plan (it actually being true aside for a moment) and you decide to KILL him where he stands as he BEGS for his life?? Bit overkill tbh. Yeah imprison the other ones but just explode the dying one, kill him faster! The medical bills just weren't worth it huh

Also?? Imagine there was no evil plan, and he really was just delusional and saying shit again. Could we perhaps say? Medical malpractice? Hm?

Really if any of the 4 were to be put in Lightrock, realistically it should be him?? This was him canonically going insane fam, please get him some therapy or something he'll be fine. Probably. BONUS POINTS if they'd let him stay in the bat form, I'd really like that and I'm not getting into the logistics of it. Just make sure his wings have room to move :(( I pinky promise he won't try to fly away pls :(( I don't think he even could pls pls :(( Y'all have security measures in place :((

#shout out to the french fic that teleported him to therapy land #real af for that fr #they gave him a room and everything #it's so silly but i appreciate things like that #this one feels very rambly #i didn't sleep well sjsksk #been out and about today!!#winx club #winx season 4 #winx villains #wizards of the black circle #winx ogron #winx gantlos #winx anagan #winx duman #answered ask

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okayyyyyy cyno story quest 2 brain dump

tldr; very good story quest aside from a few things near the end and slow ramp up i enjoyed it immensely 👍

the beginning was reaaaaaaaaally slow ig bc they wanted to set up the scenario but once it got going oh boy did it get going!!!!!! (positive)

nice seeing al haitham and kaveh having civil and productive conversations for once LMAOOO #married

also love that al haitham just. casually knows All the secrets

god there was so much power of friendship in the first half of this. we even got AL HAITHAM saying "don't forget to ask for help if you need it." AL HAITHAM. THE MAN WHO DOESN'T WANNA DO SHIT OUTSIDE OF HIS 9-5

like I know he cares but I just found that kinda funny fnbdjskfjdkks it felt a little forced especially with the scene with dehya/candace right after where candace basically said the same thing like they really want to drive home this "you can rely on your friends" thing

also was kinda like. why wouldn't candace at least come with us to aaru village come on

I really like sethos!! honestly he's more or less exactly how I expected him to be. his (chinese) VA did a fantastic job of switching between the playful/casual and super serious/somber tones

also i actually said "DAMN" out loud to this like DAMN sethos the boy is only 16 cut him some slack!!!!!!!!

i also really loved this shot of him for some reason. i can't tell if i love or am unnerved by his eyes though tbh they really do have that monster energy drink vibe to them ajflkadjsf

i was a little miffed that like. they just conveniently had cyno not really remember anything about the temple of silence from his childhood for plot/reveal convenience but whatever this game's writing has had worse offenders

curious if anything happens if you lose both of the duels with traveler/tighnari? i didn't try lol. i feel like the game would have to force you to win at least one?

i HATED that they played that one mondstadt challenge theme (make haste, partner) right before cyno and sethos' duel. like it COMPLETELY killed the vibe for me it didn't match at all the mood was way too serious for that (and at least use a sumeru track maybe???) i couldn't focus on them saying all their little determination monologues and stuff

the cutscene was fucking AWESOME though ough love love loved it they never miss with the action cutscenes ESPECIALLY when cyno is involved. literally every cutscene cyno has been in has been fucking amazing

felt a little bit of whiplash though when it suddenly went right into the huge lore dump from bamoun like okay fine yay lore but also talk about super forced??? i couldn't pay attention to it well because it felt so sudden

also really didn't like the entire conversation after being like "oh yeah bamoun and cyrus actually planned/anticipated for this to happen all along!!!" like. sigh. not everything needs to be some dude's grand scheme come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn but ig they need to make everyone a good guy on the same page at the end. how about just having people with different agendas/goals and leave it at that huh?? HUH?????

that funeral part would have been better to have the lore dump cutscene imo, like at that point i think sethos would have been very willing to share the history of the temple with everyone. but ig we as a viewer just got it all through bamoun's mind before he passed away

also lol. of course they had to somehow tie in tighnari's ancestral significance to cyno. i don't think its really necessary to make everything "fated" if you get what i mean let them be their own people in the present ya know but whatever i'm sure the shippers are going to run to hell and back with this one

also power of friendship coming back full circle cyno being like "obviously because you're my friend now sethos 🙄"

MADAME FARUZAN????????? that cameo was super random but I mean ig it is true she IS the desert exploration expert fhrhjsjdnsj

when cyno took us up to the top of the tree i was lowkey hoping for a nahida/wanderer cameo... alas just more power of friendship reminiscing. the very end with cyno and cyrus and shout out to lisa was cute though

in hindsight we got a lot of damn cameos in this story quest huh

wish the temple of silence had a map that place is HUGE but ig it's being treated like an inside area and those don't have maps. but it is awesome that it's actually a permanent area you can revisit, also love the detail that it doesn't appear on the big map (but does appear in mini map in corner)

so yeah some of the stuff at the ending docks off a bit for me but i give it like an 8.5/10 maybe idk i'm bad at rating things

#genshin spoilers #4.6 spoilers #cyno story quest spoilers #0.txt

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peachymilkandcream · 25 days

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Something like Levi and Evelyn are shipwrecked on a remote island, they are the only survivors, and they have to rebuild their lives on that island, obviously Levi wants to dominate everything and she.... anyway, I love your writing ♡.

Rebuild | Levi x Evelyn AU

(A/N: Imagine being stuck on this island with Levi, no one will save you and you have to repopulate this island single-handedly 🥲 Or at least that’s what he’ll tell her. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi blinked a few times to try and clear his pounding head. As he sat up he took in his surroundings, waves on the shore, bits of wood drifting out to sea and utter loneliness. What had happened to his ship? What had happened to everyone? They were all dead, undoubtedly.

That is until he saw movement down the beach.

Following the movement, Levi finds the young woman on the beach, still unconscious. He has seen her on the ship, but didn’t take a second glance at her before. Now up close and vulnerable she had a soft loveliness that sent blood to both of his heads.

He kneels down and shakes her until she wakes up. The woman’s eyes open, slowly revealing the blue hue as she comes to consciousness.

“What’s going on? Who are you?”

“Calm down. You’re alright. It seems we got unlucky at sea and ended up here.” He didn’t know how he was so calm, but it wouldn’t do any good to panic, that was what women did.

“Where is everyone-“

“Dead or lost at sea. Unless there’s locals to this island it seems like we’re on our own until we get off of here. Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head. “Just a bit disoriented.”

“Good. Now get up and we can figure out how screwed we are.” He offers her a hand. “Name’s Levi by the way.”

“Evelyn. It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you as well. It seems like we’re stuck together until we can find a way out of here.”

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After trudging through the forest and along the beach they found the true extent of their situation. Utter loneliness. They were completely on their own, no food and a small stream of clean water. The sole inhabitants of the island with no escape.

Levi sat down on the sand with a sigh. “It seems we’re fucked.”

Evelyn sits beside him, she had been relying on him completely this whole time, not even questioning his authority. “We could make a raft and try and float home?”

“In what direction? Where would we go?”

“Oh…I guess you’re right..so what do we do now?”

“Find food. Shelter. Make do until someone comes looking for us.”

“And if no one does..?”

“Then we make do.” His eyes hold a burning look of lust in them that he hopes she misses. He already had a plan in mind. He wasn’t going to die like this, he was going to live the rest of his life well and if that was back home or here in the comforting arms of a pretty girl then that’s what it would be.

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Over the next several days and weeks they started to slowly make some kind of a living situation. Shelters came first and to their luck along with local game and vegetation crates of food from the wrecked ship washed up on shore.

Things were coming along nicely, they were on track to have a nice and tidy little civilization.

But there was one thing missing.

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When the convincing didn’t work, Evelyn not buying his story that they needed to populate the island, he turned to other methods.

Eventually she stopped crying, giving in to the power behind his dominance. Accepting her place was beneath him literally and figuratively. No one was coming to save her. She needed to just give in and find her place. This would be more than a scratched out survival, this would be his kingdom. It would be pretty in the end, but for right now it was rough and primal.

Ackermans always came out on top.

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In time one, then two children were born. Evelyn quickly falling in step when she realized there was no escape. She didn’t even question why no one had come to save them, never guessing Levi made deals with the rescuers for food and supplies while keeping his little family in tow.

He wouldn’t risk his kingdom and control for material comforts. He was nothing back home, here he was a king.

And all his little subjects followed right along.

#break me slowly #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi x oc #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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bohnsky · 8 months

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I am not happy at all. No I am but also I'm not. I did not wake up at 6:30 in the morning on a sunday just to watch my favorites dnf and listen to Ralf Schumacher rant about my love Checo (at least he knows that Checo fans dislike him). Only the McLaren double podium makes this race okay (not really but I'm happy for them) and Ferrari didn't fuck up which is good.

So anyway here are my favorite drivers 4,5 months into liking f1:

Because he was in the paddock this weekend, I have to include Seb again. My one and only. I love him, he deserves the world, protect him at all cost. When he said it hurts to watch instead of driving himself because Suzuka is his favorite track. Emotional damage.

But he seemed so happy to be back in the paddock and to teach the grid about bees. He's so passionate, it's beautiful. And we got Sewis content.

1. Alex Albon

This (hopefully) won't change as long as I put Seb in a different category (the Seb category).

Just today I saw a comment saying that you simply can't hate Alex and that he is the least disliked driver and I love that. He deserves all the love.

My heart broke when he retired. I am not okay with how things turned out here. Everyone said they love Suzuka, why is it so mean to me?

2. Sergio Perez

I hate to admit that I almost put him on third this week because I wasn't as obsessed with him as I was during the last few weeks, but omg did I get mad when Ralf Schumacher started ranting about him, which made me rethink that decision. I love Checo my precious. This whole race was a disaster for him (and me) and yes some of it was his fault, I realize that, but I refuse to think about it. Just as I refuse to think about his seat. And I refuse to talk about it with anyone who doesn't agree with me. (I don't mind people who don't agree with me, I just don't want to hear it, not when it comes to Checo my love)

I just hope he is okay mentally and can enjoy the celebrations with the team.

Also I usually drink a red bull for every race but I didn't want one at 7 in the morning, so that race must have been the punishment for me not drinking my racely red bull.

3. Charles Leclerc

My man, again on 4th must suck. So close to the podium. But honestly I'm just happy that Ferrari didn't actively try to fuck up his race again.

4. Lewis Hamilton

Sewis content yay :D

Lewis always seems so happy when he's with Seb and that makes me happy. These two are my f1 comfort ship, they never fail to make me smile.

But also unecessary Merc bitch fight, I hope they are civil about it off track.

5. Lance Stroll

This time I had to put Lance here. I just adore him and it literally breaks my heart that he has such a bad season. To me he seems like he always stays true to himself even with all the bullshit he constantly gets and I love that for him. And even if I want more Lance content I love that he stays away from media as much as he does.

He was doing really well this race and I thought this could be a good one for once, for my little Lancy shaped heart, but no. Everything went wrong today just kill me already.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. I'm so happy about the McLaren double podium and that Lando has so many podiums lately. Also I've been watching a lot of Quadrant lately and I'm totally digging it.

Oscar. Obviously, I'm so happy for him. He is an amazing driver and a precious little baby. Go McLaren!

Valtteri. He's really gone through it today. I like him a lot, he might even be in the top 10 and I just want him to be happy. This race was not it. Also it took me ages to learn how to spell Valtteri. I always wrote Vallteri or Valterri. But now I know.

Max. Congrats my guy. I was thinking, I'm a little sad that I joined f1 during his peak. I wish I could've watched him grow and become the driver he is now. Also his fucking hair. Please I just want to touch it.

Hulknussen. I just want to talk about them because it seems like no one else does. To me they are peak enemies to friends (to lovers). But I don't like Haas the team. The drivers are great.

The Alpha Tauris. Listen, I am not okay with the whole seat situation in Alpha Tauri or even all of Red Bull. I love that Yuki and Danny get to drive next season, but what about Liam? He is literally outperforming Yuki. He should get a permanent seat. Why aren't they giving it to Liam? What are they planning? Please don't scare me and my Checo heart. Why can't everyone get a seat? Why did I get into a sport where there are only 20 fucking seats? Why does everyone have to be so lovable?

George. I was thinking about George getting Alex this his seat and I am thankful. That's why George is here on this list today.

The 2nd William seat. Is not a driver but it stresses me out. I don't think that Logan will get it again. I want Mick to get it. Please give me your opinions. Who will get the 2nd Williams seat next season?

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #japanese gp 2023 #sebastian vettel #alex albon #sergio perez #charles lecrelc #lewis hamilton #lance stroll #lando norris #oscar piastri #valtteri bottas #max verstappen #hulknussen #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #liam lawson #george russell

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vaicomcas · 11 months

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Justice for Godstiel

Call it revisionist history, call it propaganda. This is what I think about Godstiel and his deeds-- the thousands he killed in heaven, and other killings on earth as well as miracles he performed. it was presented as him becoming the big bad that had to be put down but that's SPN gaslighting.

Consider Cas had been fighting a civil war. Just because Raphael was killed, should we expect all of heaven to suddenly submit to him?

Apocalypse was considered God's will for millennia; Castiel claimed it was not God's will but never provided any evidence for that. It was really just his word, his conscience. Wouldn't most of the angels, who according to the show live in a very conservative and authoritarian society, be firm and sincere believers of apocalypse themselves? Anybody who has any knowledge of an authoritarian society know that it can only be successful because it makes at least a large fraction the members into true believers.

There were clearly layers of leadership in heaven; we saw Zachariah talk to the drunk in the bar implying he was one of the "middle management"; Bartholomew talked about their "superiors" implying there were many. With Raphael's death, there should be plenty of high level angels in his camp who can step in to lead.

From 1-3, it is almost certain that the civil war wouldn't have ended at 6x22, that Castiel needed to finish it in order to really stop apocalypse. Thousands may have to be killed because they were hell-bent on destroying the world.

In fact, I would go further than that. I already posted about my hc that when angels encounter a God-level threat like Amara, they use collective smiting. Why wouldn't the apocalypse-supporters use that on Castiel? I believe they did, I believe that's contributed to Castiel's deterioation because he was damaged by it, and I believe Castiel killed the thousands in self-defense.

On earth, he killed many by punishing who he saw as hypocrits and sinners; and he performed miracles such as healing lepers. Let's put aside the morality of his killings (KKK, homophobes, oppressors of the poor... I can concede that not all of the killings were justified but some are). He was trying to bring goodness and justice to the world.

Do you now what I find amazing about 6)? On the surface it was Cas mimicking God, doing with he thought God should do (punish the bad and save the innocent). The thing is, God made angels do those things. Castiel did it all on his own. This tells me two things. One, he didn't have support in heaven. The angels didn't share his mission and his conviction. Two, he didn't force the angels to do his bidding despite his god-like powers. He didn't turn them into "angels of the lord" or "heaven's terrifying weapon." He didn't. He respected their free will.

Castiel's creepy demeanor of speaking as the "father" and "you will profess your love unto" me? Just him having no idea how to be God, so had to copy what he thought how God should behave.

In Summary, Godstiel did nothing wrong and was really the better God.

#castiel #godstiel #justice for castiel #my castiel manifesto #my castiel propaganda

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