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daretosnoop · 3 years

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Lessons I learned from the Games

Most of this is just silly, some are actual lessons.

SCK/SCK2:

If you’re going to get murdered, get revenge by leaving clues to the blackmail you have on potential suspects and hope to god someone figures it out

If you’re investigating a crime, being a random transfer student at the end of the year is probably not the way to go, but no one cares because they’re too busy with college applications.

If your niece is coming to your place to investigate a murder and you’re not there, the least you can do is set up a cage to trap any possible break-ins.

Nothing beats being able to hold a gun to the murderer #whySCKremastered???

Teens dealing with pressures to meet college and parental demands

Teens resorting to drugs

Teens dealing with sexism that’s found in abundance in college and work environments

Teachers not giving a shit about what students are going through.

STFD:

If you’re getting death threats, play it cool. Keeps the perps unhinged

Toxicity of fan culture

Throw all CEOs into the closet

Nothing beats Jazz

If you’re going to commit crime in an actor’s community, you must do it with flare

MHM:

If you’re going to buy a Victorian mansion, the least you can do is check for ghosts. And also hire a carpenter beforehand

Never invest your life’s savings into anything

Treat those who help you with basic decency (my god Rose!)

If you’re snooping on someone, don’t give them any indication that you’re onto them

If someone slips a threatening message under your door, open the door.

Victorian houses have all sorts of booby traps, FIND THEM.

TRT:

Don’t trust anyone who’s eager to be your friend

Trust the weirdos and grumpy people

Learn French

Don’t leave incriminating evidence that reveals your lies

There is no such thing as too much food

Women in history have been badly treated by (male) historians.

It’s called the past for a reason

Turn a bad situation into an opportunity to learn

If you’re going to do crime, at least ensure you have an escape route that’s not blocked by the snow

Don’t date people who pressure you to marry them/ask you to prove your love for them

FIN:

As a woman, if you want anyone to take you seriously and help, you have to be adamant, sassy, and everything men don’t like to see in women.

If you’re a POC, the chances of the police helping you decreases

Capitalism sucks

Police suck

Misogyny in capitalism

Old theaters are amazing

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!

Don’t talk to suspects about your case

Have confidence in yourself

SSH:

Colonialism still exists in the form of capitalism

The art industry is completely profit driven

Mexico and America tensions

The Mayans

They never talked about what happened to the Mayans…..

Don’t deal with shady salesmen

Sometimes saving money contributes to a bad system

If you accepted a position, take your work seriously

Don’t trust the guy trying to be your friend!!!!

Master the art of amnesia should you ever need to use it

Even if you disband a group of art thieves, it’s best to be humble

No one in life is going to help you, even if you get pushed into a monolith

DOG:

This game is why it’s important to put your dog(s) on a leash! (insert that dog vine: “it don’t bite. Yes it do!”)

If we didn’t have uptight rangers, the parks would be burnt to smithereens

Misogyny exists in the woods

People who are just trying to do their job always get a bad rap even though it’s because of them the park still exists!

Gangsters are bad, but also low-key cool

Get back at your enemies by making a fake grave of them

Old people have interesting stories

Gold can release arsenic into water

Always check well water before using

Wood mice are bad for health

If you’re going to get tied up and tossed into your tool shed, keep a scythe on hand

Go birdwatching at night

Torque is a fancy word for screw driver

If you’re a POC, people are most likely to suspect you.

CAR:

There is no job security if you end up in hospital

Sometimes you really need a 2000 calorie sundae

If you went to jail, people are most likely to suspect you first

Don’t spy on your co-workers

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!

Don’t procrastinate on a job

If you’re miserable in life, maybe it’s time to sign up for some therapy

If you have a sad backstory, you’re automatically entitled to everyone’s sad backstory

Mental illness: depression

Health awareness: niacin, don’t eat junk food like a 2000 calorie sundae

Don’t dump someone just because they’re not able to give you a lavish lifestyle

DDI:

If you’re going to trash someone’s boat, don’t leave your business card behind

If you’re tired of small mindedness, it’s best to just leave

It’s always handy in life to know boating skills

If you’re trying to report suspicious activity, communicating by bottles is not the way to go

Don’t feed wild animals!

Capitalism sucks

Look carefully at your environment, you never know what clues are left behind

Always make a plan B in case plan A doesn’t work

Don’t be afraid to explore

SHA:

Never trust the guy who’s trying to be your friend!!!

Always trust the grumpy guy

Horses die easily

There is no such thing as over ripe vegetables

Sunflowers should be planted near gardens so that bees come

Respect chickens

Falling in love with a criminal is difficult when your dad’s a cop

It’s handy to know how to ride a horse

Ghost towns are terrifying

Farmers work hard and should be respected

CUR:

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t be a negligent parent

Before getting married, make sure your partner has a good relationship with your child

Don’t trust creepy people

America and British will always oppose each other

Talking parrots are always handy

British aristocracy was supported through colonialism #got Loulou on his Travels, uh huh

If you’re a spinster, you’re going to be the mom of something

If you’re afraid of becoming a monster, best be dramatic about it

It’s really important to have good communication between partners

Don’t stick your new wife in a room that still has pictures of your old wife and where all the furniture has covers on them

If you have a manor, you better explore it before some 12-year-old gets hurt exploring it

don’t go to great lengths to protect a rock

calling something that skips every generation a “family tradition” is just rude and exclusive

don’t leave your child alone for so long. Don’t keep them away from people their age

don’t write memories, no one wants to hear your life story

CLK:

if you’re going to presume someone’s identity, you better nail the part down hard

don’t blow up the kitchen when there’s only three people in the house and you were the closest and last one in the kitchen

emotional manipulation

gas lighting

if someone mentions stolen jewellery, putting back what you stole just incriminates you

even if you have psychic abilities, don’t be an ass bout it

no one ever tips because no one like the system. Pay your employees what they deserve!

Even though the depression’s going on, people are still dumping money in psychic lessons and dress making

No one ever gives anything away for free

Even if you’re promised money, don’t put too much trust in the promises of others

Don’t be rude to the person who’s trying to help you

If your partner is demanding to be spoiled during an economic depression, find a better partner

People aren’t as smart as you, tell them straight where you left your will.

TRN:

The dumb blonde joke is not funny

Cops are useless and unhelpful

People are more willing to listen to adults then teens/young adults

Celebrities are much different in real life then in their celebrity world.

Don’t steal someone else’s ideaà artist theft

Old trains are super cool

People aren’t as smart as you, tell them straight where you hid your treasure

Don’t dump someone just because people think they’re dumb

DAN:

Capitalism sucks

The fashion industry is brutal

normal size representation

Boss’s can be crappy people

Don’t blackmail people

If you promised to do work, you better dedicate yourself to it

Having a healthy fear of giving away personal information is not a bad thing

Don’t aid stalkers

Covid-precaution: cover face with mask. Act erratic to keep people away from you

Concept of older men dating younger women is actually frowned upon

Love is mysterious

Flashlight on the many women who helped decode during WW2 but largely remain unrecognized by countries today

Forgery is okay sometimes

CRE:

Indigenous cultures continue to be badly and negatively portrayed in media

Capitalism sucks

Environmentalism

Academia is not as research oriented as one wishes it was

Daddy-issues

Native Hawaiians forced to “work with” big corps in order to survive.

Tourism industry and its affects on the environment and native population

Sometimes an upgrade is not a good thing

ICE:

Animal conservatism

Capitalism sucks

International competitions suck

Running away from humans to hide in a cabin and bonding with a wolf is not a bad thing

Never enter a sauna alone

It’s bad business to kick customers out

If your customers are falling asleep everyday in a common room, it’s probably not a good sign of booming business

Don’t be chill over bombs exploding near your hotel

Always handy to know how to drive a snow mobile

Don’t volunteer to be a maid, ever

Cops are useless

CRY:

Don’t dump your job on your girlfriend

There’s nothing wrong with being emo

Men being emotional and desiring love and affection

Men being abused in relationships

Even if your relative leaves you a ton of money, it’s no excuse for not being a good guardian/parent

Don’t trust strangers. Don’t eat food from random people

Customer service is awful. Even when the customer is trying to instigate a horrible reaction in you, you got to put on a smile

Always trust the eccentric lady

Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory, unless you’re a guy, I guess.

A date in the cemetery is not a bad idea

If your partner demands you to spoil them, get a new partner

People aren’t as smart as you, tell them where you hid your treasure

VEN:

Anyone can help out on an international mafia case

The mafia is very creative and artistic

Capitalism sucks

Assert your independence as a young woman by dancing in a cat suit on stage? I guess?

Money can be found anywhere

Eat the rich

Don’t trust the person trying to be friends with you

Possessive relationships are red flags

Don’t steal a cheap neckless if you’re a notorious thief

Cops kind of useful for once.

HAU

Don’t pull a prank on your partner before your wedding

Don’t invite someone who used to date your partner and still has feelings for them

If your partner is missing, actually look for them instead of sitting around

Crows are amazing

Fiona might have lost her parents at a young age and her life as a hermit definitely had its side affects, but she also saved herself from the misogyny women endured

RAN:

If your friend gets kidnapped, please, at least fake some concern

Don’t waste time with monkeys

The only other person on the island is probably the culprit

WAV:

Girl bullying can be worse than boy bullying

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!

TOT:

Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory, unless you’re a guy, I guess.

Academic institutions are struggling to fund research

Capitalism sucks

Even if you hate your lead, don’t sabotage the team

Communication is important

Even if you hate your job, don’t sabotage your team

SAW:

People who resist to change just become boulders in the way of progress

Boomer mentality is soul destroying

Emotional manipulation

Gas lighting

Depression

Sometimes you have to cut away from those you love in order to maintain your sanity

Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory.

If you have to give your partner a gift every time you fight, you might have relationship problems

Don’t be in a relationship just because you’re used to it

Don’t force someone to adhere to your expectations in life

If you’re unable to talk to your partner and so resort to haunting her inn, you probably have relationship issues

#nancy drew

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writingthrones · 5 years

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the northern dragon- part 5.

PART 5: LOSSES.

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DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almost part of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: here’s a bit of a longer one for you all! i really enjoyed writing this part and i hope you guys really enjoy reading it. as always, i’d love to hear all feedback and suggestions. thank you to everyone who’s sent nice messages or left comments and just anyone who has read at all. i’ve had so much fun with this and seeing how much people really like it makes me so happy :’)

WARNINGS: mentions of sexual violence.

The rest of the day, you didn’t see him. To be fair, you didn’t see him all that often as it is. He easily could’ve been with his advisors... still, you couldn’t help but to wonder if he was with her. Jealousy was not a good look on you and you did all you could to hide it. You spent the rest of the day trying to assist the men with minor wounds. Some of them stared and even commented on the fact that you sustained a few bruises but commended you on your ability to hold your own. They’d never seen a woman fight at all, but seeing one fight well was quite shocking. You didn’t let them see, of course, but you were rolling your eyes. Women could be just as capable if only the men gave them a chance.

As the sun began to set, you sauntered over to your tent. You hadn’t seen any sign of him since this morning. Sighing, you attempted to get your mind off it but performing mundane tasks. There was setting aside an outfit for the next day, polishing off the weapon that had been given to you, even making your bed. It was a stupid thing to do considering you’d be asleep in just a bit but you needed to do anything that held your attention away from your racing thoughts. It wasn’t clear how long you’d been awake at that point, but it seemed late. You couldn’t hear much noise anymore.

It was about time for you to get to bed when someone grabbed at the back of your head. They just managed to get at your wrap, the force of their pulling ripping it right of. Sucking in a deep breath, you didn’t move an inch, fearing that anything could set the attacker off. Then you could swear that you lost all ability to feel, absolutely paralyzed with fear. It had your heart racing— you tried to convince yourself that they just tugged hard enough to pull the hair underneath but you couldn’t fool yourself. The silver locks had fallen down your back. The person had their arm wrapped around your waist and they held you close while the cold metal of a blade rested lightly upon the skin of your neck. Part of you wanted to elbow them, attempt a fight but you needed to figure out who you were dealing with first. You would have to take the person out. They would put it together.

“Ah, so that’s why.” It was unmistakable, this was the voice of Jaime Lannister. You stood absolutely no chance against the Kingslayer, the one who had killed your father. In fact, it was his family who made sure that yours was taken care of. House Targaryen would be eliminated here and now but you supposed that was better than having your identity revealed to the world. You accepted your fate.

His free hand went up to your face, grabbing you by your cheeks in order to make you face him. He looked deep into your eyes and you just sighed. You quickly took note of the way the once dashingly handsome knight was now covered in dirt, his teeth unbrushed and hair knotted and dirty, no longer bare faced but instead a beard was beginning to grow. He looked awful. Inside, you rejoiced. They had given the man hell. Of course now, he would be free. He’d slit your throat, toss you aside and run into the night, finding his family in no time.

THIRD PERSON BREAK.

Jaime’s eyes went wide as he studied the young woman’s valyrian features. It was true, she was in fact a Targaryen. It was confirmed that Rhaegar’s children had been killed. Not only that but he could see Rhaella in her face and he knew there was absolutely no way for the woman to mother bastards-- so, she was certainly Aerys’s child. The more he looked, the more of her he saw. It made him feel weak. He hated Aerys, maybe the man had been good once but Jaime had watched him do awful things. Often afterwards he would take Rhaella into his bed and all that Jaime could do was stand outside and listen to her cries. He tried to burst in once, but the other men wouldn’t allow him.

They were meant to protect her too, he protested, but the men said they couldn’t from him. It left the young knight fuming. Each night it happened, he felt worse and worse. Rhaella was a good woman, she didn’t deserve the trauma he was inflicting upon her. So as he looked into this girl’s eyes, seeing Rhaella looking back at him, there was a strange feeling in his chest. It was like he couldn’t hurt her. It didn’t matter that half of her was the Mad King. Despite what many thought and even what he portrayed himself, Jaime was deep down a good man. He dealt with the disgrace that came along with slaying the king he had been sworn to protect because he knew in his heart he was right. He saved the people of King’s Landing from her father’s wrath and now he would save her from all those that would try to harm her should her identity be revealed.

The girl said nothing so finally he spoke. “So here’s how this is going to go: you are going to let me go, say nothing and I will let you live.” There was a pause before she spoke up, shaking her head to get him to release her face. “Kill me,” she said, her voice projecting confidence while her eyes told another story. He couldn’t. He failed to protect Rhaella, stood aside as children were slaughtered, he wouldn’t do it again. He paused for a long while. “Huh, strange. Loving your captor,” he said, flashing his familiar smug smirk. He couldn’t help himself but also, he needed to give reasons as to why he wouldn’t slit her throat right there and be done with it. “Wha— Just kill me, do it. I won’t just let you go. I’ll— I’ll scream but I won’t do this.” She went to open her mouth, and Jaime tightly clasped his hand over it. “Now why would I do that? You’re far more valuable to me alive. You scream and I’ll sneak into your king’s tent just as easily as I did yours. I’ll show you why they call me Kingslayer.” His voice remained threatening, but he was losing his patience. He wanted to let her live, maybe he’d even be able to use her later because staring into those eyes, he just wasn’t able to finish the job.

The girl tried to speak, but whatever it was had been muffled. “You’ll be of great use,” he added. He then placed his hand over her nose as well, meaning to send her into unconsciousness. After some struggling, she was out cold and he laid her onto the furs, covering her up as best he could and slipped out into the night.

BACK TO THE READER’S POV.

You awoke to men yelling and you were able to almost immediately pick out Robb’s angry, frantic voice. You were certainly alive which meant that Jaime Lannister had escaped. There was a sick feeling in your stomach, you just couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault. No, it was definitely your fault. You should’ve screamed right away, if he killed you then so be it but at least then they would’ve had a chance to recapture him. Then you began to wonder how many would’ve been killed in that effort, causing you to only feel worse. No matter what, this was a huge loss. The Kingslayer was a huge bargaining chip for Robb.

It was then that you remembered that Jaime had seen you-- the real you. He had served your family once, so it was obvious that he knew exactly who you were. It made you wonder if he had ever known about your birth or if it was just easy to put together. You held all the distinct valyrian features, making it abundantly clear that you were not a bastard. What could you do now? He had sworn to let you live but what did his word really mean? The man was known to be an oathbreaker. The anxiety was starting to make you feel truly sick so you hurried out of your tent and into the madness outside.

All of the men were frantic as you walked through the crowd, listening to bits from each person. Summed up: Jaime was gone, both of the men that had been guarding his cell were killed as well as two others who must’ve seen him. Obviously there was no way for any of them to know that he had visited your tent. It felt wrong to not say anything, at least not to Robb but what would really come out of it? He’d surely be suspicious of the fact that Jaime left you alive. You were still very confused but it felt as if all you could do was wait for it to blow up. You hoped it wouldn’t but there’s no way your secret, a secret like that, was safe with a Lannister. Even if he didn’t broadcast it all across Westeros, Jaime had made it clear that he would hold this over you in one way or another.

Wading through the dense crowd, you finally found Robb. He had been a little ways away from the crowd, presumably to get some air and calm himself down. Hesitantly, you reached out your hand to tap his shoulder. It clearly startled him, as he immediately took out his sword and made a move to put it towards your throat, but quickly retreated when he realized who you were. You breathed a sigh of relief, as did he. “What if this is all over, Y/N?” he asked, his gaze falling to the ground. The words sounded defeated but his voice projected only anger. “It’s not. I know this is devastating but you’re smart-- smarter than them. You’ve bested them at every turn. You swore to give these people their freedom back, you need to.” He sighed, “...I just-- I haven’t lost a battle but I am still losing this war.” You took a risk by stepping forward and thanked the gods that he didn’t recoil away again. “I believe in you, Robb. Your people believe in you.” You reached out, fingers just barely brushing against his as you attempted to take hold of his hand. He allowed it, but his hand hung loosely in yours.

Just like all the others, the moment wasn’t very long. “Thank you,” he said softly before walking past, shoulder lightly brushing against yours. Squeezing your eyes shut as to not let even the slightest tear fall, you gave yourself a bit of time before turning and walking back. Why did you continue to break your own heart? No amount of quiet moments alone would amount to anything between you two. You surely wouldn’t ever be a mistress even if by some odd chance he ever wanted that. It was in your best interest to serve him as best you could while remaining distant. In the back of your mind, though, you thought about leaving again. It was a dreadful thing to imagine but considering what happened last night, it could be in not only yours but Robb’s best interest to disappear. Robb did not need to be caught harboring a Targaryen princess-- albeit unknowingly.

When you made your way back, you found that Catelyn had returned with terrible news as well. Renly Baratheon was dead and the large army he held had left to support Stannis. The hits just kept coming, didn’t they? Still, you were happy to see her again, though you dreaded telling her the news that your secret was now in the hands of the enemy. As soon as you laid eyes on her, you hurried over, watching her face form a smile, although it was weak. As soon as you reached her, you opened your mouth to speak only to be cut off. “Let us speak in private,” she said softly, voice tired. The woman then lead you into her tent, sighing as she sat down on her bed.

“This is bad, Y/N,” she said, motioning for you to come sit next to her. “We’ve lost the potential alliance of the Reach, Jaime Lannister has escaped and I have a terrible feeling about this business with Balon Greyjoy.” You swallowed hard, nodding. You didn’t feel very good about the whole thing either. Theon may have loved Robb like a brother but Lord Greyjoy wasn’t exactly trustworthy. Theon was held as a means to keep the man from rebelling again but with the boy returned to him, who knows what he might pull. “Lady Catelyn...” your voice trembled, unsure of what you could possibly say about what had happened. The woman looked over at you, head tilted as she waited for you to speak again. How could you give her even more bad news? Possibly the worst of all, even. The reveal of your identity would be the final nail in the coffin. “Something--”

Just then, Robb burst in, breathing heavily. “Mother,” he sounded relieved and she quickly stood to embrace him tightly. You bowed your head, avoiding any eye contact with the king. Surprisingly, Robb did not dismiss you while the two talked but it’s not like he said anything of importance. They filled each other in on things you already knew then he left to see his advisors once again. Catelyn sat down once more, giving you an inquisitive look. “What was it you wanted to tell me, dear?” Your heart began thundering in your chest all over again, gaze quickly darting to the ground. “I...I don’t know how to say this. But...” the little you ate today was threatening to make its way back out, but you swallowed it down. “Jaime Lannister escaped after leaving my tent. He pulled my cover off and told me he would let me live because I’d be of use to him. I--”

“He what?!” She grabbed hold of your shoulders, causing you to jump. Her eyes darted around before she looked back, clearly trying to calm herself. “I-- I was about to go to sleep and he came up behind me, held a knife to my throat. I should’ve screamed, Lady Catelyn, I know but then suffocated me until I was unconscious... I’m sorry,” your voice shook terribly and tears began to spill down your porcelain cheeks. Her mouth hung open, the frustration, even anger, rather obvious as she searched for words. “Did he hurt you?” she finally asked softly, placing on hand on your cheek. “No,” you shook your head before looking down.

Catelyn sighed, “I don’t know what we’re going to do, Y/N.” Meeting her gaze, you did your best to be strong. “We send someone to recapture him. Hells, I’ll go-- I don’t know if it’s such a good idea that I’m here anymore anyway. But he couldn’t have gotten all that far just yet, at least there’s no way he’s found anyone he can tell or something would’ve happened already. We need to do it now, though, before he does.” The older woman looked deep in thought, so you simply awaited her response. “You can’t go. I don’t know if it’s the most wise decision, but I’d rather know where you are than not. Besides, I know someone who would be able to find him.” For just a moment, you thought about what Jaime had said-- calling you the Stark pet, that they were your captors. But he was just trying to get into your head... you couldn’t let his terrible words get to you, that was the point in saying them.

“I’ll go speak to Robb,” she said as she rose to her feet while you hurried out of there, thinking of ways to make yourself useful around camp. It was difficult seeing as things could not be more chaotic. By the end of the night, you had gotten almost nothing done but on the bright side, the camp had calmed to an almost normal state. You had absolutely no idea what Robb or Catelyn planned on doing next but you trusted that they would figure something out and whatever that was, you would help them with it.

Understandably, it was impossible to sleep that night. Leaving your tent, you went for a stroll through the fairly quiet encampment. Most of the men were asleep, save for those who stood guard who ignored you like they usually did. It was as you made a pass by Robb’s tent that you heard something that made you stop dead in your tracks. It was the giggle of a woman and instantly you knew who it was. As much as the thought made your heart ache, you couldn’t fool yourself into believing that it wasn’t her-- Lady Talisa. So this is where she was staying. In the moments you stood there frozen, rain began to fall in sprinkles that quickly turned to a downpour. Coming to your senses, you ran for your tent but you were already soaked. Falling to the ground, breathing heavily, you managed to stave off the tears. It was stupid and pointless and there were much bigger problems to be worried about. All you had heard was a bit of laughter, that didn’t have to necessarily mean what you feared, you told yourself.

The next morning, you felt absolutely awful when you woke up. It was like you hadn’t slept at all even if your eyes had been shut tight. But you needed to get up and face the day, so you forced yourself out from under the furs and got dressed quickly.

Just as you went in search of something to eat, you were ambushed, with the person clasping their hand over your mouth before you could make a sound. Managing to pull yourself from their grip, you pulled away to find a man you did not recognize, now pulling out a weapon and pointing it in your direction. “Listen, darling, the way this war is looking I’m not quite sure that I’ll be seeing home again..” he stepped closer, pointing the knife at your throat. “I don--” you tried to speak. “Shut the fuck up!” he barked at you, poking the cold steel at your neck. “Just make things easy, okay? I bet you’ve never even had someone look at you this way...” he stepped closer, reaching out and grabbing hold of your hip and pulling you closer.

Your blood ran cold when it became clear what he wanted. Without thinking, you spit directly into his face, causing him to recoil and curse at you, giving you time to run. He managed to grab at your dress, yanking it and causing you to fall and so he fell down on top of you. “Just relax you little bitch!” Pining you down by your wrists, he leaned down close to your face. Fear turned quickly into anger as you head-butted him with all your strength. It hurt but the adrenaline kept you from feeling the full extent of the pain. It startled him and gave you an opportunity to shove him off and start running for it again. Of course, he still managed to grab you again and so you turned to punch him as hard as you could square in the jaw. Only, you missed and instead he got one in on you. The throbbing pain radiated through your face and your eyes widened as you saw him grab hold of his dagger, so you immediately went to grab it in an effort to pull it away from him. Unfortunately, you grabbed hold of the blade, feeling it immediately make a deep cut to your palm. It hurt like hell, even with the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Holding tight, you somehow got the weapon away from him, switching your grip to the hilt instead. Knowing that this was surely between life and death, you did the only thing left and drove the knife through the man’s chest, screaming as you did so.

It was a little late, but men finally came rushing over. Your attacker had pulled the two of you off into the woods but it wasn’t too far. Then it wasn’t long before Robb made his way into your tent, rushing over to look at your wounds. “Shit,” he huffed as he leaned in close to look first at your bruised face, dried blood all over your nose and mouth. Next, he gently took hold of your hands and winced at the sight of the deep cut that had thankfully been stabilized. “I’m so sorry,” he said, looking up to you with a furrowed brow.

When you looked up, you noticed that it was not just him in the room. Talisa had accompanied him. At first you were upset, angry, jealous. Why in gods’ name was he just bringing her along wherever he went? But then she stepped next to him, speaking to you with concern in her voice. “Here, let me help you.” Unable to find your voice, you simply nodded and sat back on your bed while she assessed the damage done to your face and hands. “I’ll be back to check on you, Y/N, okay?” Robb said as he stepped backwards. Wincing, you nodded.

“Try not to move, okay?” Her voice was gentle. She meant well, you knew that. You also knew that you had absolutely no reason to be upset with her. If Robb fancied her, that wasn’t her fault or anything. Why wouldn’t he? She was beautiful and from what you could tell, quite kind.. and smart, as well. It’s not like your injuries were devastating or anything but you had seen what she was able to do before, the woman was a talented medic. You were lucky to have her helping you now. “I’m going to do my best for now. We don’t have much supplies left and you’ll need to keep that wound thoroughly clean if you want to avoid infection.” It felt wrong to harbor any ill-will towards her but it was hard to not feel upset, even as she was doing all she could to help you now.

“You’re quite strong, aren’t you?” she said softly as she patted alcohol on the cuts to your hands. “You fought and killed a man all while in a dress.” As she looked back into your eyes, she offered you a reassuring smile. “I did what I had to do,” you replied quietly. Things became awkward then as neither of you had anything left to say to the other. “Everything should be okay for now. I believe there’s going to be an effort to get more medical supplies tomorrow and I’ll make sure to come visit you when I have what I need,” she said, stepping back from you. “Thank you, Lady Talisa,” you said, voice raspy from all the strain. She nodded, “You should get some rest now.” With that, she was gone. In no time, you fell into a deep sleep, understandably drained.

The next morning, you woke up later than usual-- but hey, you were nearly assaulted yesterday. And can anyone really blame you? When you finally exited your tent, you were soon greeted by Catelyn who informed you that Robb had gone to negotiate with The Crag... and he brought the medic woman along with him. You felt your heart drop into your stomach as she spoke. You wanted so badly to believe that things weren’t the way you thought but you weren’t stupid. Neither was Catelyn.

“He’s going to make a mistake, Y/N,” she said, visibly nervous. “What do you mean...?” You wondered what she thought this mistake was. Clearly, she had the same ideas you did. “I see the way he looks at her-- he fancies her. She’s a beautiful girl, I understand but he made an oath and I don’t see Walder Frey just.. dismissing that. Westeros doesn’t care much for true love.” Marriages were nothing but politics. Even her and Ned’s relationship had started that way-- sure, they’d found love along the way but it didn’t change the fact that the arrangement between them had been strategic. “I don’t want to believe that he would do this after how important that crossing was..” her voice trailed off. It seemed that she had more to say but stayed silent nonetheless.

It remained that way for a bit before she finally perked up. “Oh my-- I’m so sorry, Y/N! I should’ve asked right away; are you okay? How are you feeling?” She reached for your hands but once she saw the bandages, she took hold of them very gently. “I wish I could say that I can’t believe one of these men could do something like this but...” her gaze cast downwards. “Yes, I’m fine, Lady Catelyn,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Everything feels sore but I’m alive. I suppose that’s what counts, yeah?” you allow yourself to chuckle just a bit, which causes her to smile. “I suppose it does,” she says softly as she pulls you into an embrace. For just a moment, you let yourself forget about the absolute mess that had become your life.

#game of thrones imagine #robb stark imagine #catelyn stark imagine #robb stark x reader #targaryen!reader #OOP this is a big one

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4x22: Lucifer Rising

Then:

We met this fearsome warrior this season. I don’t think anything else really happened.

Now:

St. Mary’s Convent

Ilchester, Maryland

1972

A priest is possessed by a demon. Later, at a service with the nuns, his prayers are a little uncouth.

He locks everyone in the chapel. He starts to ramble a little more about fathers and then his eyes flash yellow. He pulls out a big knife and well, I guess service ends little differently than normal too.

Meanwhile, Sam stares pensively into the distance. Is he making the right choice? Did he condition his hair too much this morning? Ruby snaps him out of his morose contemplations. Sam’s sad about how he and Dean left things. He knows that there isn’t an “after” for him once they do what they’re planning.

Dean, meanwhile, stares morosely out Bobby’s window.

For Elfen Ears and Freckles Science:

Bobby snaps him out of his thoughts. Bobby wants Dean to reach out to Sam again. He shouldn’t give up on his brother. Dean goes into full soap opera mode and makes it clear that “Sam is gone.” He’s not even sure Sam is even his brother anymore --if he ever was. I’m just lol-ing over his overdramatic ass, but Bobby loses his shit and gives Dean the football coach speech. Then he compares Dean to John. And he calls John a coward. SHOTS FIRED! Bobby then makes it clear that Dean is a better person than John (to which Dean scoffs at...grr, Dean!).

Dean turns away and the next thing he realizes is that he’s in the Green Room. Cas is there. He tells Dean, “It’s almost time.”

At a hospital, a nurse takes a baby from its parents presumably so they can get some rest. In reality, it’s a demon set on nefarious ways. She’s stopped by Sam though.

Dean wanders his prison and finds beer and burgers...and Zachariah.

He wants Dean to relax before go time. All the seals are broken, but one. Zach tells Dean that it’ll happen the following night at midnight, and Lilith has to be the one to break it.

Sam is torturing the demon for Lilith’s location. She doesn’t really see a reason to give it up --she’s dead no matter what.

Dean calls and leaves a message for Sam. His apology gets cut short. And Sam doesn’t get it anyway because he’s really going to town on torturing the demon. The demon admits that Lilith will be at a convent (the very same one from the cold open) tomorrow night. Ruby wants to drain her of her blood. The demon reminds them that she’s possessing a human, and lets the human come out to play.

We then flashback to the convent in the aftermath of the possessed priest’s bloodbath. He prays to Lucifer, who responds through the voice of a dead nun. Lucifer tells him that Lilith can break the seals. Then Lucifer instructs old Yellow Eyes to find him a special child.

Cut to Sam Winchester doing research on the convent. He’s all nerding out over what I can imagine is the serial killer aspect of the murders.

Ruby’s ready to roll and wants to pack up the nurse and get going. Sam’s showing a little reluctance for murdering the possessed woman. Despite her pleas, Sam still throws her in the trunk of his car. Yowza.

Like a bored house cat, Dean starts knocking things over in the Green Room. Cas shows up. “I need something,” Dean says. “Anything you wish,” Cas responds. Boy, doesn’t that sum up their relationship for the past 12 years? Dean wants to see Sam. Cas doesn’t think it’s a good idea.

Dean wants to leave. It becomes clear that the angels are not going to let him leave. And Cas is gone without a word.

Over the constant, horrible symphony of nurse Cindy’s screams from the trunk, Sam and Ruby chat as they drive. Sam’s horrified by Cindy’s terror and Ruby reminds him that every demon he drains dry is like this: a scared human trapped in their own body. (She accuses him of trying to grow a “persqueeter” -- for which I tell her to go fuck herself.) Sam’s having doubts that he’s on the right path.

Dean tries to break his way out of the beautiful room. I bet you could use a GRENADE LAUNCHER right about now, eh? Nothing he does seems to make an impact. Zachariah flaps down to rub it in. Dean demands to see Sam, and asks how to kill Lilith. It’s now that Zachariah drops some truth bombs. Heaven’s plan all along has been for the final seal to break. “The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo. To a theater near you.”

Not every angel knew the grand plan, Zachariah admits, but Heaven’s top brass allowed all the seals to break. While Zachariah talks about Heaven’s glorious victory in the coming battle, Dean takes another look around the room. This time, he realizes that the beautiful paintings are full of depictions of angels versus demons, and bloody war. People are just acceptable losses. Dean insists that Sam will save the day.

Zacharian tries to “comfort” Dean, telling him that he his role in the apocalypse is actually to stop Lucifer after he rises. No pressure! And where’s God? “God has left the building,” Zachariah says smugly before he peaces out again.

At a spooky convent, a security guard patrols when he’s confronted by Lilith! It’s show time, baby.

Still trapped in the room, Dean’s trying to call Sam when Cas arrives. “You’re outside your coverage zone,” Castiel, cell service technician of the lord, says. He tells Dean that all the trouble Sam’ll get into will be entirely his own doing. But Cas has flapped down for Dean. “We have been through much together, you and I. I just wanted to say I’m sorry it ended like this.” (I have no regrets for the gleeful series of pictures of Dean and Cas that are about to follow.)

Dean’s not receptive to an apology, and takes a swing at Cas.

“This is long foretold,” Cas insists.

Dean refuses to condone this argument. “Destiny? God’s plan? It’s all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid son of a bitch!” The apocalypse narrative is Heaven’s way of keeping the grunts in line.

“You know what’s real?” Dean asks. “People. Families. That’s real.” (Excuse me while I make the EYEBALLS EMOJI at season 15 because dang, ya’ll.)(Boris, curled in a ball in the corner: “We are.”)

Cas demands to know why the world ought to be saved when there’s suffering in it. When paradise descends it will bring peace. This is such an angel line it KILLS ME. (Especially with all we now know about Heaven.) “You can take your peace and shove it up your lily white ass,” Dean says quietly.

Dean would rather have pain, guilt, and dark!Sam than be some “Stepford bitch in paradise.” A super valid, excellent point, even if I am going to take a moment to picture Dean Stepfordized. Dean insists that there is a right and wrong side, and Cas is currently on the wrong end of it.

Dean begs for Cas’s help to get to Sam and stop him from opening the last seal. Cas knows if he rebels, they’ll all be killed. “If there’s anything worth dying for,” Dean insists, “this is it.” Cas looks conflicted but nevertheless doesn’t immediately swing over to the rebellion, and Dean disgustedly tells him that they’re “done.” Cas flaps out.

Outside the convent, Sam contemplates what he’s about to do. Ruby prods him to act, playing with her demon-smiting knife impatiently. Sam finally checks the voicemail that Dean left near the beginning of the episode. Only, it’s not quite how we remember it. In the voicemail, Dean now accuses Sam of being a “blood sucking freak” and a monster, and promises to kill Sam. Um. Behind Sam, Ruby smirks.

It’s go-time now. Sam decides he’s his own only hope and tells Ruby to pull the screaming nurse from the trunk.

In the beautiful room, Dean finally gives in to temptation and picks up a burger when Cas arrives, spins him around, and pins him to the wall.

For Mark Me Down as Scared and Horny Science:

Cas pulls out a knife, cuts his forearm, and inscribes a sigil on the wall with his own blood. When Zachariah shows up, pissed off, Cas blasts Zachariah away.

Cas tells Dean that they’re heading off to stop Sam from killing Lilith who (surprise!) is the final seal. When she dies, Lucifer pops out like a dancer in a birthday cake.

Cut to Chuck, who’s pacing around his house ordering women on the phone. EXTREME SIDE EYE. Dean and Cas flap in, looking for answers.

At the convent, Lilith holds court when Sam arrives. The lesser demons fall insta-dead while Lilith closes the doors to her chamber. Dun dun DUN!

Chuck hands over information on Sam’s showdown with Lilith to Cas. “You’re not in this story,” Chuck says accusingly to Cas.

“We’re making it up as we go,” Cas says.

Chuck’s house starts to rattle. An archangel is descending to nip this little angelic rebellion right in the bud. Castiel vows to “hold them all off.” He zaps Dean to the convent and awaits the approach of the archangel.

Sam makes his way into Lilith’s chamber and pins her to the altar with his mind mojo when Dean arrives on the scene. Ruby smirks at Dean before slamming the doors shut between the two brothers. Sam burns Lilith out with his fancy demon-blood powers while Dean shouts through the door and Ruby screams at him to finish the job. Lilith laughs at Sam, mocking him for his hesitation, and that’s what does it. Sam kills her with demon-black eyes.

Lilith’s blood seeps across the floor like it’s on a mission. Actually, it IS on a mission. It oozes into a circle. Ruby’s ecstatic and tells Sam that he opened the door for Lucifer. She may have been hated by demons for her apparent betrayal but “I was the best of those sons of bitches,” Ruby insists. “The most loyal.” Sam tries to pin what just happened on Ruby but she throws it right back at him. His choices brought him to this point. She just gave him the options. Horrified, Sam asks why he was the one to unleash Lucifer. “Because it had to be you, Sam.” OUCH.

Dean breaks through the doors at last and storms over. Sam grabs Ruby so Dean can stab her. Hooray! They’re working together again! And then the cage starts to open. WHERPS. Sam apologizes futilely as the room fills with impossibly bright light. Lucifer’s on his way out.

The End Quotes are Nigh:

Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!

We'll throw in Mary Ann for free

Would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?

This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered

You spineless soulless son of a bitch. What do you care about dying? You're already dead

You turned yourself into a freak. A monster. And now you're not gonna bite? I'm sorry, but that is honestly adorable

You didn't need the feather to fly, you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo

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(m) two ways | mark lee

— genre | romance, angst, smut — word count | 8.1k+ — warnings | semi-public sex, making out, fingering, several mentions of child abuse, suffering from siblings, slight mentions of alcohol, unrequited love (?)

Youlearned that everything comes in two ways - two ways of pain, two ways of issues and two ways of love.

It was the same routine everyday. Go to school, get scolded by your mum, get sneered at by your sister and go to bed with a proud collection of homework. Life wasn’t fair. Life was never fair: you felt sick in your stomach whenever you contemplate your life situations. How everything is. How everything seemed to other people.

How other people didn’t know you were a toy; a toy that was controlled perfectly by its remote control. You weren’t an open book. You were always a quiet child; a good daughter to your parents (even if your mum doesn’t treat you right). You never attend parties late at night. You never had a boyfriend. You never had sex- whoa! That was way off your radar. That was way out of your league. You couldn’t possibly do such things behind your mum’s back. It wasn’t right, even if that disgusting being called your unjust mother treated you like dust. Your mum mistreated you. Your dad left when you were 7. Nobody around you was a reliable source; a traffic light to signal whether you’re doing things right or whether you are being too emotional at some point. However, your sister had a juxtaposing mentality to yours. Your sister did everything you never did: attended parties, had a boyfriend, even smoked outside of the house and she had sex. That too, all of that happened, happens, in one night. You didn’t understand. How was it that your sister got away with all these rebellious actions and you get smacked for just forgetting to return in an assignment? Life wasn’t fair. Life isn’t fair. Life is never fair. From the day your mum scolded you with such raging anger, you always feared her. Her bellowing tone, her dried rose lips, her big mahogany eyes... It was all too strong. “What did you just say?” Your mum seethed at you, teeth gritted together like super glue, her jaw clenched like a stubborn child refusing to wash the dishes. “Your sister is not spoilt! Just because your dad isn’t here for you doesn’t mean you have to be a fucking bitch. Go before I slap the living daylights out of you!” The language your mum was using towards the 10 year old you was pure vulgar and she definitely required some legal help for swearing at you. Your tears welled up in your eyes, “I said nothing wrong-“ Slap. Slap. Slap. Your mother’s slaps were like a saw chunking down wood at the speed of light. They were powerful and heavy-handed, and they were relentless at your supple skin. They stung like the memories of your dad leaving you with such a monster. That night you didn’t sleep. You were bleeding and burning red. You didn’t care about life anyway. Once you are beside your sister, you are forgotten. You grew up with being told “Wow, you’re so pretty!” but once your sister slides into the picture, you are no where near to her standards. Sure, she’s pretty. Sure, she’s popular. But her attitude is one of pessimism: she gets what she wants. She’s snobby and you hate it. She’s full of herself and you hate it. She’s vain (but you have to admit, she’s vain for a reason) and you hate it. She’s spoilt and you hate it. Was it because you just hated her guts or was it because of your low-life insecurities? “You can’t do anything right,” your sister sneered. “Do something you can, will you?” “My grades are better than yours will ever be,” you huffed. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to be as snobby as you-“ “Don’t test me, Y/N.” She paused. “You know I don’t like it when you presume you have the audacity to show off. I can do it too; much better than you can ever do it. You don’t even look like you’re a part of the middle-class society, your skin is dull and your attire makes me want to scream. Shut the fuck up before my patience wears thin.” That was the last time you saltily retorted back at your sister. You were 9. Life seemed to be imprisoned for you, waiting for a bail from your powerful lawyer. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible, until it was time for you to enrol into university. Your heart breaks when you realise you are- were related to such animals. Disgusting beings with horrible influences. On the very day you turned eighteen, you announced that you were going to live with your dad and his family. You didn’t want anything to do anything with the two monsters in the house. You wanted to cut off all ties with them. Through endless video calls with your dad and his wife, you knew that you always had a unique connection with your dad, as well as his new family that you hoped had accepted you and appreciated you a tad bit more than your sister. Surprisingly, your mum let you go, but the reason wasn’t very surprising. It was expected, she never cared about you since you were a little child learning how to add and subtract, why would she care now? “I want to live with my dad,” you said, the strength in your voice unfaltering. Your mum glanced at you, “Go then. Does it look like I care?” You looked down. Never in your life did you think that parents could bring you down so terribly; your hopes came crashing down. A little part of you wanted your mum to talk in a soft, sweet tone and say that she doesn’t want you to go away from her because your dad is too far. It hurt. It hurt for your own mother to be so rude to you. Your sister laughed, “Y/N, nobody cares about you! When will you learn?” You didn’t message or talk to any of them after you packed your bags. ❀ Living with your dad was a completely different experience. You expressed to your dad how you absolutely detested living with your so-called mum and sister who seemed to be from another blood, and when you said that all your dad said was “It’s just her mum’s influences. I don’t understand why she wanted custody when she can’t keep one happy.” Your dad married someone 3 years older than him. You found that admirable, that he was willing to give older women an equal chance. Your dad always told you that “Young women complain too much”, which seems reasonable since his divorcee was 2 years younger. Your stepmother had a son. Her son’s name was Jung Jaehyun, and he was 2 years older than you. It was nice that you now had a brother that could look out for you, since your older sister never batted an eyelash at you just to grab other people’s attention. Jaehyun was sweet. He had honey brown, tousled hair and his dimples were caves deep. He had a tall, lean figure and he looked like a model (you always take his candids for his Instagram with 100k followers ever since you came). He may not have shared this to you, but you could tell that he always wanted a younger sister. The emotions he puts into every deep conversation and the safety you always feel when you are around him is surreal. It always felt like you were at a war zone with your mum. Every venomous touch from her peeling palm left a digital footprint on you. Every moment she spent with you was on repeat in your brain, it was hard to get rid of those poisonous memories with your mum and your sister. To you, they were toxic. They were never the paracetamol you took whenever the pain was overbearing; they exceeded levels of affliction. The reminder everyday from the scar she left on your arm by burning it with a clothing iron was a sign that you were nothing in this world. Life sucks, but it’s better. ❀ The first foot you stepped in to your university was like a wave of water to sand on a beach. It was different. You were nervous to talk to people and you were scared if people would approach you just to mock and snicker at you. You attend the same university as your stepbrother. On the first day of your first lecture, he drove you in his new Mercedes Benz and he initiated small talk with you just to hope he simmered some of your nervousness. “Just don’t have a boyfriend on the first day of school,” he joked. “The boys here may look handsome, but they definitely are not innocent. I don’t want them to ruin your innocence, you’re like a baby!” You rolled your eyes, “Please, Jae. Does it look like I would get a boyfriend on the first day? I’m not desperate.” He laughed, “Okay, I get it. I’ll come find you after your lecture alright? I want you to eat with me and my friends. They’ve been wanting to meet you for so long since they know that you’re behind my pictures on Instagram. Oh yeah, I hit 120k.” “I noticed,” you hummed. “Congrats, anyway. Do I have to have lunch with you? I kinda need some friends of my own...” “Don’t be silly,” he lightly scolded. “You can make friends. Just spend this lunch with me and my friends, please?” His pout was dangerous. You couldn’t believe that your 21 year-old brother was acting like a 5 year old begging for milk. That face he made was overbearing. “Okay, okay, I’ll eat with you and your annoying friends!” “That’s what I like.” ❀ You always loved literature. All the analysis and extremely meaningful choices made to extracts and poems seemed like a dream in a dream to you. The language used seemed to drug your senses; it swirled you and twisted your emotions to the point you completely forget that you’re in a death hole by the name of a classroom, and not the comfort of your bed. Literature being beautiful was an understatement. It was more than that. Literature was the sun to your moon, the chlorophyll to your chloroplast, the lace to a piece of lingerie and more. The moment you had stepped into the literature lecture, you already new that it was going to be an amazing year. The lecture room was extravagantly filled with quotes, poems like War Photographer by Carol-Ann Duffy and The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson accompanied with various important role models (half of them were dead). “Are you the new student?” You glanced up from your seat, as an extremely tall boy with extremely luscious lips spoke to you. “Yeah... that’s me.” You awkwardly laughed, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. It seemed to be that people knew that a new student was coming, maybe because Jaehyun was popular amongst the ladies and someone had spread the word. That sounded like that was the case. “Ah, so you’re Jaehyun’s sister!” The boy clapped enthusiastically, causing you to jump in surprise. “I’m Lucas, and I hang out with your brother if you didn’t know already.” You released a loud sigh in relief, not realising that you were holding your breath. “Thank God, I got scared. I don’t know why.” He laughed. “Aww, cute! Jaehyun said that you were very cute, I have to agree.” You lifted one of your eyebrows, “Are you flirting with me? Very bad attempt, Lucas.” “I tried, shut up. Now let’s get to know each other so I can brag to the others.” ❀ Having Lucas beside you for the entire literature lecture was a combat between gratitude and annoyance. He was definitely very friendly and outgoing - however, his outgoing personality came with his talkativeness. He didn’t shut up the whole time. The bell rang, indicating it was lunch time. That was good and bad. You were starving like a wild wolf, but you didn’t want to meet Jaehyun’s friends. What will they think of you? What did Jaehyun say about you to them? Maybe you should just run away... Just as you were about to step foot, Lucas grabbed your wrist. “Ah, ah, ah! Jaehyun told me that you were going to eat with us. He just sent me a message saying that ‘My lovely sister will make a shitty attempt to run away, grab her whilst you can since she is like a sprinter’. You’re coming with me.” You groaned. Looks like your plan failed. ❀ The boys with interesting. The oldest boy Taeil had a very unique personality and could imitate an owl impeccably - he majored in Psychology. Taeyong looked like a character from an anime (you nearly drooled at such incredible visuals that your brother had to hold your jaw and push it up so you wouldn’t actually drool), it wasn’t surprising that he was majoring in Photography. Johnny could also imitate an animal - however, his imitation was much more hilarious and since it was his friend’s parrot, it amplified how funny it actually was. He said that he was majoring in Sociology since he liked working with people. Yuta deemed himself as a savage (although he’s a Dance major) with Donghyuck, or Haechan (a Music major). You were undoubtedly going to get on with them, after you’ve passed this super-shy phase. Doyoung already made you think he was an intellectual: you’re grades are saved, especially since he majored in Literature just like you. Ten is short (like Taeil), but once he stepped foot onto the ground you nearly screamed at his footwork. It was like Van Gogh painting The Starry Night; ethereal. No wonder he was majoring in Dance with Yuta. You already knew that Jaehyun was an addition to the Dance majors, however you were surprised when you heard that Sicheng, also known as Winwin was a History major. From your high school experiences, you knew that history required a lot of debating and pushing your point across with passion and reasoning, though Sicheng appears to be that he would fit better with a major like Sociology with Johnny or maybe even Literature with Doyoung and Lucas because he looked so innocent and cute from your first impression. Nevertheless, you never doubted his choices and was sure that he was great at what he was doing. Of course, Lucas was a Literature major in your class. Now Mark, he was something special to you. He was breathtaking. Although Taeyong looks inhumane and gorgeous, Mark had this image that sparked interest in your gut. His auburn hair was perfectly messy and you oh-so wished you could run your small fingers through those tresses. Mark’s eyes were harsh rivals to the amber gemstone whenever the sun gleamed through the windows in the lunch hall. You liked everything about him, including the fact that he majors in Music with Haechan. Oh how you wished that he could sing, rap and play an instrument to you to sleep... Some say the first impression is the most important, yet Mark shined the brightest amongst the 10 boys (excluding your brother). You were sure of it. You felt like a little girl with a petty crush, but you couldn’t help it. He was beautiful to you. “What are you thinking about?” You jumped, glancing at Jaehyun beside you as he whispered into your ear. You nodded, “I’m fine, why?” He glanced at you, “Are you too uncomfortable? We can leave if you would like-“ “N-No!” You said quite abruptly and loudly, making the boys turn their heads towards you. You shrunk in your seat and said in a soft tone, “I-I’m fine, it‘ll take a little while to get used to them, but I’ll be fine...” Yuta cooed, “Aww, you’re cuter than Winwin!” Winwin huffed, “Nobody will take my adoration throne. Test me, Y/N.” “I don’t want it anyway, Winwin.” ❀ You were surprised. After a long day from your part-time job, all you wanted to ask for was a nice rest. It looks like Jaehyun had different plans. Your parents were out for a few weeks to meet their friends on a short vacation, and nobody was home. You and Jaehyun had the entire house to yourselves and you inwardly cheered when they told you the news. However, now you’re dreading this very news. You didn’t look decent at all. You were dressed in a simple white t-short and some black jeans and sneakers, and your hair was slicked into a high ponytail. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating that you looked bad, but at least not good enough for the unexpected visitors... “Yo, Y/N could you get me some water please?” Johnny asked politely. “You see, old age is hitting me a little too early and the pain in my legs is-“ “We get it, old man,” Haechan commented. “Since you talk like you’re Dr Phil, please. It’s definitely hit you early.” You went into the kitchen and took a large litre bottle to pour water into the glass. Whilst you were pouring the water into the glass, you heard footsteps behind you as you turned around. It was Mark. God, why does he have to look so good all the time? Sigh. Mark smiled, “Hey, do you have some sweets I could just snack on? I’m a little hungry.” You stuttered with a slight blush growing warm against your cheeks, “Oh yeah, sure- erm, here you go.” You handed him a few packets of jelly sweets with some chocolate, and you noticed his eyes gleam at the treats. He looked like a toddler all over again. You didn’t know how Mark had this effect on you. It was almost like he had enchanted you with a spell that spelt “Fall in love with me when you meet me!” boldly against your forehead. You wanted to be wherever he was. He emitted an outwardly positive vibe which you enjoyed and his smile was precious in your eyes. This had never happened to you before, especially for a girl that had never been in a relationship in general. The way Mark looks at everyone so endearingly made you feel so fuzzy and warm inside. What if he looked at you only like that? It’s only been a few weeks since you knew him and the other boys, yet he had your heart pounding in 5 seconds. You knew that this was wrong; you felt strange with holding such strong feelings for him, but they felt so right to you. “Thank you!” He chirped. That one piece of interaction kept you up all night. ❀ You knew that falling for Mark was too quick and too sudden. You knew that falling for people was useless; you didn’t know if the feeling was either mutual, or if they even appreciated you. The confusion hindered your feelings. In front of your eyes, you witnessed a make-out session between Mark and a girl with brown hair and teal ends against the lockers. She gave the impression of a popular girl, so you assumed that she was just that. You couldn’t really collect much from the way her eyes were closed and her lips were attacking Mark’s. You didn’t understand anything at all. Was Mark initially the type of guy to have a fling on the daily or did he already have a girlfriend? Suddenly, you felt bad for allowing your feelings bloom into a healthy lotus as you assumed the latter. You decided that it was only right to give them space, despite the fact that your heart felt like it was being stabbed several times. Maybe your sister was right. Love just wasn’t for a good girl like you. Love needed courage - something you didn’t have. ❀ Swiftly, you stopped hanging out with Jaehyun’s friends. You didn’t want to burden the guys with your stupid feelings anyway, there was no point. There was no way that you could tell them that you had seen Mark lip locking a girl you’d never seen before and be teased for that, but knowing Doyoung, he’d be able to make smart inferences in only a few seconds... It was definitely best to leave them for now. Nobody could know about your child-like crush. Not even your brother. Instead of joking around with Haechan and Yuta or discussing why Elizabeth wasn’t fit for the English throne with Winwin, you spent your time with Jiwon. No, she wasn’t a replacement for the guys you were very used to, but you genuinely wanted someone else to be acquainted with because at this point the other people at university must think you’re a stuck-up whore that just wants attention from some of the most handsome boys at the uni. Jiwon was in your Literature lecture one day and she had asked for a pencil from you with the brightest and cutest smile you had ever seen (after Mark’s, you were ashamed that that hadn’t changed yet). You could agree ten thousand times that it was the most cliché way your friendship had blossomed into sisters from different misters, though you wouldn’t regret anything that came after that. “Y/N, let’s get some coffee before school starts! I need caffeine~” Jiwon suggested with a rosy pout formed on her lips. You nodded, “Alright, I need some too to be honest. The literature exam is literally pulling the bones out of me.” Jiwon giggled, “Me too! But I can’t afford to fail, my parents will complain.” You couldn’t agree more, since your biological mother wasn’t going to be the one looking at your result card, it was going to be your dad and your step mother. Immediately, you recalled moments with your biological mum and sister. You sighed. How much they used to bring pain into your blood, how many times they were the reason to your tears, how many times you felt dizzy... It came to you too quickly. It amazed you that in just 6 months, you forgot most of the things that happened in the past. But the very same past came crawling back to you like a spider marking its territory with a sticky, clear cobweb against the wall. “Y/N, are you okay?” Jiwon looked at you with a concerned expression imprinted on her face. “You look sick. Let me call Jaehyun-“ “No, I’m fine,” you refused. “I’m fine. I’m just recovering from some pain...” Only you knew that it was pain in two ways, not one. ❀ Jaehyun was muddled. The moment you refused to stay with him at lunch, he understood that something was wrong. There was some sort of telepathy that was going on, even though the two of you weren’t blood related. He saw the large grin that was embossed on your face when you stayed with him and his friends. He liked that. Now, you looked dull and sleep-deprived. But he wasn’t stupid. That obviously wasn’t the reason. There was something else that was eating your happiness away like acidic solutions burning and dissolving the gentle skin. There was something you were hiding. He had to know. “Jaehyun, don’t worry so much,” Taeyong reprimanded gently. “I’m sure she knows the situations she’s handling silently, I think that it’s best if you let her handle whatever she’s handling alone. That way, she’ll understand herself that you care since you’re not meddling in.” Taeil joined in, “I agree with Taeyong. I don’t have a sibling, but I definitely know that she’ll appreciate it a lot more if you just let her do what she’s doing. If you start to see that she looks really sick or tired or something, only then you should intervene and ask what’s been bugging her these days. If she wants to tell you and she feels the need to tell you, she’ll tell you. Trust me, she’ll come by soon.” Yuta grinned, “Doyoung, you’re not an intellectual anymore.” Doyoung glared at Yuta, “I’m remaining the intellectual and you can stay as the dumb folk with Haechan. Now shut up.” ❀ “Y/N, we need to talk.” Usually, Jaehyun called you by cute names like ‘my lovely sister!’ or ‘my innocent flower!’. Now that his tone was low, you felt the seriousness in him and the slight desperation. You looked up from your book as you closed it after marking your page, “Yes, Jaehyun?” “What’s wrong with you?” You pursed your lips, contemplating whether the way he said it meant two ways or only one. Jaehyun seemed to notice the atmosphere shift, as he kneeled in front of you. “Please talk to me, Y/N. I might not be blood-related to you, however I’m still your brother. These days, I’ve realised that you appear a bit more upset and your smiles are forced. Please tell me what’s wrong...” You took a deep breath, “Many things, Jaehyun. I don’t think I want to burden you with my problems, but one of the issues is unrequited love. That’s all you need to know.” “Y/N, please talk to me-“ You slammed your bedroom door closed and left the house. ❀ When you woke up, you were surprised to be in your brother’s bedroom, a cold towel placed delicately against your forehead and a fan spinning in front of you. You didn’t remember what happened after you left the house, but it seemed to be huge as Jaehyun walked into the room with an angry expression, his eyes squinting at you and the veins on his neck that looked like they were going to burst. “What h-happened to me?” You squeaked, suddenly feeling little under your brother’s gaze. He sighed as he rubbed his face with his calloused hands, “You left the house and you fainted at Jiwon’s place, I had to collect you from there and she suddenly told me that you have a fever! Listen Y/N, just because mum and dad aren’t home doesn’t mean that you can act the way you want! We didn’t even finish what we were talking about. You need rest right now, we’ll talk after eating the dinner I‘m making.” He looked at you with disappointment, which made you feel even more belittled than before. Jaehyun left the room, a gentle collision between the door and wall. You looked at the window, even though nothing was interesting there, as you thought to yourself on how this could have been the first time you disappointed your 21 year old brother. God, you couldn’t have disappointed another person in your life, especially your brother. ❀ You grabbed the used glass in front of you as you stood in front of the kitchen sink, about to begin washing the dishes sparkling clean, when Jaehyun took the glass from your hands. “You’re sick, you shouldn’t be doing the dishes.” Knowing that your brother was a stubborn man, you nodded and mumbled a small apology. Before you left, he grabbed your wrist. “Meet me here in 10 minutes.” You gulped. You were in trouble, in two ways. ❀ “Now, who taught you that it was okay to run out of the house?” You looked down, not even a word refusing to tumble out of your lips. “Who told you that it was okay to make me worried like that?” Silence. “Who told you that it was okay to keep all your feelings locked in your mind and heart without feeling the need to tell someone about your pain?” Tears began to quickly prick your eyes, as you covered your face in pity for revealing yourself at such a vulnerable state. “I-I’m sorry.” He sighed as he hugged you close, “Why are you sorry, Y/N? You only did what your conscience told you to do, and that’s okay. I know why you’ve been upset for the past few days, I’m your brother. I know everything about you. It’s hard to turn your back straight on me, but please, please, please, for future references, tell me what’s on your mind. I promise, it feels better to talk to someone about your issues. Don’t hold them in like a bank and cash.” For the first time, you felt loved. ❀ “Jaehyun, can I talk to you for a second?” Jaehyun turned towards the owner of the voice; his stepdad. He removed his headset carefully and placed them gently like an expensive set of jewellery that was worth millions. “Yes, dad?” “Sit,” his dad patted the space beside him on the bed. “Since you’re now Y/N’s brother, you deserve to know some things about her sudden arrival.” “What about it?” Curiosity was seeping through Jaehyun’s tone like water and tissue; he wanted to know. Why did Y/N suddenly decide to move in with his- your family? It sounded strange since you had your own family looking out for you. “I know, it must’ve been sudden,” the dad paused. “However, I want you to listen carefully. It’s important to not trigger Y/N with the concept of abuse. I won’t twirl any of my words around, however, I want you to understand everything I say. “Y/N... She’s a unique child with a mind of her own. She was never given the rights of freedom and she could never choose to do whatever she wants, unlike other children and you. I left her biological mother since she was way too possessive, but my oldest daughter is just like her. I won’t lie because she’s my oldest daughter, but she definitely needs to learn some manners form Y/N. Later, I realised that it was wrong of me to leave my youngest daughter with a woman like her. “Y/N’s always been a child that’s been compared to,” your dad took a deep breath. “She’s been the one that’s been constantly compared to her older sister, and if I am honest with you, Y/N is the mature one even though she’s the youngest. The worst part of this, is that her mother abused her. I didn’t know this before, but whenever we were video calling her, her mother constantly shouted at her to cut the call, as she held an iron in her hand and the smoke was flying around. That’s when I realised that Y/N wasn’t in a safe zone, and when she asked if she could ask to live with us I immediately gave in because she’s my daughter and now I only consider her as my daughter. Your mum also agreed immediately since she knew just as much as I did. Please, Jaehyun take care of your sister whenever we’re away. Me and your mother are going on a trip for a few weeks, ensure that she remains in a safe environment...” ❀ You felt embarrassed in front of your brother. Did he know one thing or two? It made it harder for you to open your mouth, as you sat there with your lips stuck together like glue. Jaehyun took a deep breath, “Y/N, you like Mark don’t you?” At this moment, tears trickled down your puffy cheeks, as you sniffled and nodded in sadness, your mind drowning in nothing. He hugged you tighter, “Let me tell you something, Y/N. Mark is a guy that values relationships but at the same time he doesn’t. He’s the type of guy that if you see him mouthing a girl on the lockers, you shouldn’t be surprised. He’s my friend because he has a brain and he’s a good friend, but I don’t think he’s going to be a good first boyfriend, if that makes sense? He’s still waiting for the right one, and he’s a boy that’s been overcome by hormones.” “I know,” you pulled away and looked at him. “When I saw him with another girl at the lockers, I felt stupid. He looked like the type that would unintentionally break hearts; it was sad. But I know that I deserve better and I shouldn’t fall for him further.” Jaehyun grinned at you, “Good, ahh you’re so smart! Should we end the night with a classic Disney movie? What about Beauty and the Beast?” You nodded with a giant grin, but this time it felt different. It was real smile. ❀ Your brother gradually learned to accept that your happiness doesn’t always lie in his friends. Ever since you confessed to him that your feelings for Mark got into the way of multiple friendships, it made the transition a lot more easier from eating lunch with NCT (you soon learned that that’s what they go by as at uni, which stands for Neo Culture Technology) to eating lunch and meeting up with Jiwon. Jiwon was a good girl. She was a good influence, a much better influence than Mark. She managed to take your mind off Mark most of the time. She knew you well - she knew all the hardships that you experienced and she accepted all of them, promising to help you grow into a better person from that. You liked that. She made you feel safe. Sure, NCT made you feel safe. But Jiwon made you feel safer. From a distance, you grew akin to Mark staring at you when you sat at a table that was much further away from their table than he had expected. You didn’t understand why it was now that he began to look at you more, steal glances at you often, but you ignored them all, continuously attempting to ignore the fluttery feeling that flew freely in your fragile body. From the moment you distanced yourself gradually from NCT, only then he began to see you differently. How your hair was straight instead of wavy one day, how you accessorised with different styles of jewellery according to your outfit, how the colour of your lip gloss changes from clear to a brown nude to a matte red tint. He began to notice everything. What was happening? He started to ask himself each day. It was like he was reciting a fairytale to himself 5 times a day, but it was only the same question. He confused himself further by picking up minor details like how your eyes glow up and squint slightly when you laugh, or how your nose scrunches whenever you enjoy something a lot. In short, he found you cute. “Lucas, is Y/N just going to not hang out with us or...?” Mark was not only confused with his feelings, but he was more confused with your actions. How was it that the second he wanted to grow closer to you till you guys were inseparable, you suddenly departed like a plane off to Minnesota? He thought your actions weren’t fair. Like a real man, he wanted to make the first move confidently and not coward out like his previous relationships. He failed to do so. It suddenly was that his mood dampened like sweat and all he wished for was for you to be in his arms. For you to give him that smile you always have Jaehyun and Jiwon, or maybe one that was even more special. A smile that was made for him. The pair of you were two magnets, red and blue; the pair of you constantly repelled and attracted until you didn’t know where it was going. Where was this friendship, or relationship Mark preferred, going to go in the first place? Did destiny make different plans for you? What was written for the both of you in the stars, anyway? Was hope even there? He had to find out. You couldn’t slip out of his hands like silk so easily. ❀ “I’m having a party tomorrow,” Jaehyun informed his group with a grin. “Make sure to attend, it’ll be sad if I have a party and my own friends don’t attend!” Haechan furrowed his brows in scepticism, “Isn’t Y/N gonna be home? It’s gonna be really awkward since we don’t talk as much before...” Jaehyun shook his head, “No, she has a late night shift. She’ll be back at the end of the party, it should be cool. Don’t worry about it - she’ll probably dash into her bedroom the moment she enters because she’s usually so tired and lazy to-“ “Okay, we get it Jaehyun,” Lucas rolled his eyes. “You’re rambling, it’s getting annoying.” “Shut the fuck up, Lucas. You’re cancelled.” As the bickering continued endlessly, Mark’s mind drifted off to different places, zoning out. Y/N could be home in the end... How do I talk to her? Doesn’t she run off into her bedroom? Will she even want to talk to me? Seems like I left with a risky impression... He had to catch you before you fell. ❀ The music was blaring, droning your ears. The loud cheers, the clunking of shot glasses, the falsetto voices echoing from wall to wall, it all made you feel hesitant to even stay the night. You knew that Jaehyun was holding a party tonight. Why was it that your co-worker must need to complete their shift in replacement for yours to run off into the distance tonight? Your head was already screaming for some peace and quiet, but it appeared to be that this party was well off in terms of ending. You wanted to cry. You were never an extrovert. Your favourite places was your bed and your home, yet your home was being tarnished by hormonal teenagers... There weren’t too many people at the party, you estimated there were only about 50. That signalled to you as a lot for a party in a house that was definitely not a mansion, but your brother was popular. He just had a large friend circle and you didn’t. That could always mean something in two ways. You silently peered through the door where you saw Taeyong and Doyoung taking care of your extremely drunk brother, Haechan, Winwin and Lucas playing board games, Yuta talking to a couple of girls with a sleepy Johnny latched onto his side (you nearly laughed but you contained yourself), Ten was dancing madly in the middle of your living room (he looked like a hooligan) and Taeil wasn’t in sight. He must’ve been in the kitchen. Mark? He was staring right at you. You really wanted to break this silent staring battle you and Mark were currently having, however, his eyes were too beautiful to quit. It was easy to just look into them with delight, but you didn’t tell anyone that. It was best to keep your mouth quiet. You closed the door noiselessly, and lightly jogged back into your room. Behind you, you heard the living room door shut with a thud, and you immediately assumed it was Mark. Why is he following me? You thought. You didn’t want to answer questions now; it definitely wasn’t the time to do that right now. All you wanted to do was go to sleep. But this was near to impossible since he was literally hot on your steps, until you felt his large palm grab onto your wrist. “Why did you stop talking to us, or me?” You had no words. You bit your lip on sudden nervousness, “J-Just thought I’d make new friends.” “Wow, so convincing Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you and spoke in a mocking tone. “I know we’re not close enough but in the end we became pretty close to each other, don’t you think?” With each of his simple words, he took simple steps towards you, soon cornering you against a wall. He placed his hands beside the sides of your head, and stared at you intently with fire incandescent in those eyes you always loved, “Did I do anything wrong, Y/N?” “N-No, it was a choice I made for myself,” you answered as you looked to the side, unsure of what to do. “Me and Jiwon get on well, anyway.” He leaned in to your face slightly, “Don’t you think we would get on better, hmm?” You took a deep breath. It was obvious to you that Mark hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol; his breath was lightly fanning your cheek, and his breath was a mix of sweet strawberry candy and him. You wanted him, but you couldn’t have him. You avoided his question swiftly and ran into your bedroom, locking it. You had enough that night. ❀ You thought it was a normal day at school. You stayed with Jiwon for the day, had an awkward conversation with your seat partner Lucas during your lecture which only consisted of ‘How are you?’ and ‘That’s good.’ It felt like you consumed poison without Mark. Your insides were stinging for Mark’s love and to be able to be engulfed in his arms. “Don’t you think we would get on better, hmm?” His voice was like an echo rummaging through your brain. It was hard to avoid. Why was love so stressful and risky? Jaehyun even refused to accept any communication between you and Mark, let alone allowing you to have an intimate relationship with him. Did he even have the same feelings as you? You weren’t sure. All you know is that he somewhat wants to remain in your social circle. Not that you had one in the first place... You felt a strangely familiar palm grab onto your wrist just when the bell rang in your ears. The absurd person dragged you into the janitor’s closet, immediately instilling fear that ran cold through your body. You opened your mouth to yell for help, but they blocked your mouth. Correction: He blocked your mouth. Right before you was the oh-so familiar Mark Lee, the same boy that your thoughts ran to, your body ran warm for. It wasn’t like you ever had a hot moment with him; without him touching you, you could already be sweating. His eyes seemed to squint with perhaps anger and annoyance from your previous encounter. You were once again leaning against a wall, your forehead right at Mark’s chin with his hands on either side of your head and his head leaning down to your petite frame. “I’m not gonna play around anymore, why are you avoiding me?” You were the one rolling your eyes now, “I’m not. You just think that I am because I’m not with you guys anymore, but I really am not-“ “Which is definitely the reason why you ran away when I said that we would get on better.” You sighed, licking your lips and running your hands through the front of your hair. Mark’s eyes hooded and darkened at the sight, burning with sudden passion. You almost deemed that his eyes weren’t that attractive hazel you always sneaked a look at; they were black. “Don’t do that, you look hot when you do that.” “Mark I can’t do this right now I have to go- wait what?” You furrowed your brows as you looked up to Mark, his lips between his teeth and his hair messily relaxing against his forehead. The space between your faces became shorter within a few seconds, as you tried to push your head against the wall to avoid the feeling of his cheeks against yours, almost like you could leave when you were leaning on a wall. You were definitely not leaving soon. Mark grabbed your waist gently as he whispered, “I said, don’t do what you did earlier. You look hot.” Your lips collided. There was so much passion between you two, it was hard to not reciprocate with the kiss. His lips tasted like gentle remnants of vanilla and chocolate in contrast to his fruity piquancy. There was an invisible fire between your bodies that was your warm sector. He moved his hands from your waist to your hips, eliciting a gasp from you. He took this chance to smoothly slip his tongue into your mouth, with your tongues now battling for dominance and your legs wrapped around his waist firmly. You weren’t a virgin, but you never knew that you would ever have sex in the janitor’s closet, when you’re supposed to be having a literature lesson about Beatrice Garland. Mark’s mouth moved down to your neck, and the adrenaline hit you. Gradually, you released breathy moans which you assumed Mark heard since you felt his smirk in the crook of your neck. He bit down on the soft flesh slightly; now your moans were getting louder. He decorated your neck with small purple marks that began to bloom like hibiscuses in summer. “T-This needs to come off, is that okay with you?” You nodded quickly, your eyes shut tight from the pleasure washing over you. He grabbed your jeans at your hips, your feet now hitting the floor and he pulled your jeans down, the cool air kissing your skin. For a guy that tended to have a fling sometimes, he definitely had manners. He then grabbed your cropped hoodie and lifted it up, a lot simpler than the prevention of your jeans. You were now quite entirely, nearly, exposed to a boy that hasn’t even asked you out yet. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel shy at all, since his eyes only held admiration as they ogled at your figure. “You’re beautiful.” Your cheeks flushed to a rouge, as his lips connected with yours once again. This kiss felt a lot more dove-like and merciful, with his right hand cupping your cheek with unspoken love. His left hand started to move south, as he rubbed his fingers against your clothed core. You moaned into the kiss, with your hands entangled through his auburn locks. Even with his reddened cheeks, he was beautiful to you. His lips parted from yours, both of your lips swollen red, as he got rid of his own clothes. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down quickly, and he lifted up his hoodie, displaying his lean and muscular figure which only made you want him more. He got to work with your wet core once he shrugged the flimsy material away as he smirked at the feeling of your soaked panties, his fingers now shrugging them off to reveal your womanhood. His eyes looked up at yours to ensure you were okay with this, but your head was leaning against the wall with your eyes closed and chest heaving which gave him more than a confirmation to carry on, and also confidence. Mark’s fingers entered your pussy slowly, as they began to pump in and out of you. Soon, he added a second finger, heightening the amount of pleasure that you were experiencing. You were nearing your realise, as your hands latched onto Mark’s bare shoulders steadily. He noticed that you were near to release, as his fingers dragged through your hole rapidly at a much faster pace. Once you came in his fingers, Mark licked his fingers clean. “You taste good.” You blushed deeply, as you brushed your hair out of your face. Mark unclasped your bra, allowing your breasts to feel free and he released his dick out of the confinement of his boxers; you marvelled at the sight. Mark rolled a condom onto his manhood and lined himself up against your entrance. He slowly pushed himself in, allowing you to feel the slight sting; the majority of it was overwhelming pleasure. He once again hoisted your legs around his waist and attached his mouth onto yours, continuing a rougher make out. Your right hand tugged onto his hair whilst the left hand was sweetly interlocked into his. He started pushing into your hips at a slow pace, his pace gradually growing rapid and rough with his hips rounding into yours. “I-I’m gonna come,” you panted, your head rolled back. “Come with me, princess,” he demanded, compelling you to reach your 2nd high of the day. Mark followed with you after a few seconds, his release filling up the condom. He pulled out of your entrance and trashed the used condom into the bin in the corner, as you guys collected your clothes silently and dressed yourselves and made yourselves look decent after the sex you had. “Hey, Y/N?” You glanced at Mark, who was already looking at you. He slid his hands around your waist again, “Let’s meet up and have a real date next time, yeah? You’re cute.” You grinned, “Of course.” You learned that everything comes in two ways, and so does love.

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Love & War | Part 10: Rewrite The Stars

Summary: Y/N is reunited with both her boys in England

Pairing: Bucky xReader x Steve

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut 18+. Soz

A/N: Come on, we needed some smut with post-serum Steve and Bucky.

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Love & War Masterlist

‘See you Monday,’ she called, pulling her coat around her as she left the building for the weekend.

Despite the war efforts, she managed to get some free time from trying to break Hydra codes. Over the weekend there was a skeleton team working, which rotated to make sure everyone got some time away from the dank basement. Thankfully, Y/N had this weekend off and she even got to leave early on Friday, even if was just by twenty minutes. Not that it meant much, she had been living in England for the last few months and hadn’t made any friends that she wanted to spend time with. She rarely spoke to anyone outside her team of codebreakers, and Howard Stark and Peggy Carter, the rare times they came to visit. Almost a month ago, both of them arrived and Y/N was over the moon. However, Peggy’s face made her heart drop, she knew something was wrong the moment she saw her.

She solemnly told her that both Steve and Bucky had gone missing behind enemy lines. Steve AKA Captain America, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at this whole thing, had went on a rescue mission after Bucky’s unit had been captured by Hydra. Neither of them had been heard from in weeks. Of course Steve would have risked everything to save Bucky, but this meant that she had now lost both of them. Neither Peggy nor Howard stayed long at the Allied base in the UK during their visits. The war kept pulling them both away from her. Howard asked how things were going in the codebreaking area and she were eager to fill him in.

And now she was eager to try and figure every single coded message the organisation sent just in case there was some word about her boys. But there of course had been no luck, although the team were able to crack some of the messages. Just nothing about where Bucky or Steve could be - although she had known that Hydra wouldn’t waste time on sending messages about them.

‘Y/N?’ a voice called, causing her to spin around. It was one of the very pretty blondes who worked upstairs, her lips were curled into a cheeky smile.

‘Hey, Lorraine,’ she replied. ‘What’s up?’

‘Did you hear that a plane just touched down full of soldiers on leave for the weekend?’ she smirked. ‘I even heard Captain America is back from the dead and right here.’

While she didn’t care about a group of sexually deprived soldiers hanging around the base, the mention of Captain America caused her ears to prick up.

‘I...But everyone said he’s dead?’ she gasped.

Lorraine laughed, ‘I know right. But clearly ya can’t kill that man and he saved all these men. It was truly amazing, apparently! I was gonna head over, see if I could bag the great Cap himself. But I’m stuck in the office.’

This caused her heart to soar what if he had managed to save Bucky too? She had moved her engagement ring from her finger, adding it to the chain that held her locket. She wanted both of her boys close to her heart when she thought she had lost them. But now they could both be alive?

‘Where are they?’ she gasped out.

‘You think you can woo Captain America?’ Lorraine asked, her eyebrow cocked in disbelief.

Y/N tried to fake a smile at her comment, ‘Just wanna know, Lorraine.’

She shrugged, ‘The plane came in an hour ago. So I’d say in the pub?’

Without bothering to say goodbye, she turned on her heels and started to make her way to the pub. She didn’t care that she was still in the dress she wore to work or that she was carrying her handbag filled with work notes. She pushed any loose hair behind her ears, a woman on a mission, as she marched towards her boys.

It wasn’t a long walk from the army base to the pub and she barged through the door. Rolling her eyes at the wolf whistles that came her way from the horny soldiers, her eyes scanned the room. The pub was filled with soldiers and smoke lingered in the air making it difficult for her to maneuver through the establishment. Her heart was slowly sinking, what if Lorraine had got her information wrong? She was all but ready to go when she heard it. That laugh, she would recognise that laugh anywhere.

Steve Rogers, looking like a god in his brown army uniform while Bucky Barnes sat by his side surrounded by a group of men.

‘Room for one more, Captain Rogers?’ she said as she walked over to him, one hand on her hip.

Both Bucky and Steve’s head snapped up at her words, eyes widening as she stood in front of them. Neither of them could believe that she was there, close enough to touch. Bucky nearly threw his chair back as he got up and grabbed her waist pulling her into a needy kiss, that was all tongue and teeth. She could hear the cheer go up in the pub as the dozens of soldiers saw the two love birds. Neither of them seemed to care.

‘Well, hello Sergeant,’ she breathed out when he finally pulled away. A fat tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up at him.

‘I thought you were dead,’ she whispered.

‘So did I,’ he replied, a smirk forming on his lips. But she noticed that something was different about him, that carefree attitude he had before he left Brooklyn was gone, replaced with something much darker.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him, but he had pulled away, introducing her to the group of men around them. They called themselves The Howling Commandos. She smiled and laughed along with them, sipping slowly from the Gin and Tonic that appeared in front of her. Suddenly she felt a hand slip up her skirt and settle on her thigh. Her eyes widened as she realised that Steve was the one who had made the very bold move.

But before she could say anything, he stood up. ‘I’m sorry guys, but I’m calling it a night!’

There was groans around the table, but suddenly Bucky was on his feet,

‘Steve’s right,’ he shrugged. ‘It’s late. I’ll walk you back to your apartment, Y/N.’

She narrowed her eyes knowing that this was not simply as innocent as they both made it out to be. But she nodded, pulling her coat on before she threw back what was left in her glass.

‘Barnes, I see why you like this one,’ one of the men called out, as she blushed slightly.

Bucky shot him a cheeky grin before dragging her through the crowded pub after Steve.

‘So are ya gonna tell me how both of you are still alive? After going behind enemy lines into a Hydra base?’ she asked as they began to walk.

Steve chuckled and began to tell her exactly what happened, from jumping out of a plane, to escaping the burning building. Bucky held her tightly as she listened to his words. Her face covered in shock.

‘Are you sure you’re the same skinny idiot who couldn’t walk in a straight line without tripping over his feet?’ she asked, as they rounded the corner to her apartment building.

Stark had set up the America codebreakers very nicely. She had presumed that she would be living with a group of other girls, like most women involved in the war efforts did. But working for Howard Stark had it’s perks, so he had made sure they all had their own apartments to themselves. They all lived in the same building but at least she had her own space. It was extravagant and she hadn’t had guests in it before. But as she turned the key in the lock, looking back at both Steve and Bucky’s faces she knew that they didn’t care what her apartment looked like.

As soon as the door closed behind them Steve’s lips crashed against hers, while Bucky kissed down her neck, his chest pressed to her back.

‘I thought I’d never see you again,’ she whispered as Steve pulled away. ‘Peggy told me you were both dead.’

She shook her head, trying to fight the tears that had been threatening to fall ever since she saw them both. Bucky kissed her shoulder softly, his lips ghosting up her neck to her ear.

‘You’ll never lose us again,’ he promised, before spinning her around to kiss her.

Steve’s rough hands slowly untied her dress from her waist, before pushing it down onto the crowd. She shivered softly as his lips trailed down her neck and across her shoulder. Bucky’s tongue was still exploring her mouth, soft gasps falling from her lips as both men’s hands ran across her exposed skin. Bucky’s hands wrapped around her to unclasp her bra.

‘You boys don’t waste anytime?’ she asked, as he finally let go of her mouth. Just for his lips to fall to her breasts.

Steve chuckled darkly behind her, ‘If this war has thought me anything, you never know when it’s your time to go.’

His hands dipped to her ass giving it a hard squeeze, she could feel his erection press against her back. Bucky’s eyes flicked up to hers as his tongue danced over her nipple, as his left hand toyed with her other one. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against Steve’s chest.

‘I think we need to go into my bedroom,’ she gasped out. ‘And as much as I love those uniforms, they need to go!’

They both chuckled at this as she pulled them by the hands into her bedroom. It wasn’t very big but neither Bucky nor Steve were concerned about the size of her room, as they pulled off their jackets and ties. Looking up at Bucky, she sank to her knees slowly, undoing his belt and trousers. Her fingers took their time to free his hardened cock, she loved teasing him. Usually Bucky would let her, but this time he gripped her hair tightly causing her to gasp out before he guided her mouth to his waiting cock.

She looked up at him as she began to take his length in her mouth, opening her jaw as wide as she could to take the thickness of him. About half way down his dick, she could feel him push against the back of her throat. Using her hand she gripped the rest of him to pull him off she hollowed out her cheeks to suck him. He groaned slowly as her eyes found his, never breaking eye contact as her head bobbed back and forth.

Suddenly she felt Steve’s hand grip her hair, causing her to stop. He smirked up at Bucky, as his free hand snaked around to play with her tits.

‘Do you want Sergeant Barnes to fuck that pretty mouth?’ Steve asked, causing her to shiver.

She nodded eagerly, which was enough for Bucky to thrust into her mouth with such force she would have fell backwards if it wasn’t for Steve. Neither of them seemed to care that tears ran down her cheeks as his cock hit her gag reflex over and over, until he suddenly pulled out.

‘On your knees, doll,’ Bucky demanded, pulling her onto the bed.

She did as she was told, pushing her panties off as she climbed onto the bed.

‘You’re gonna suck Captain Rogers’ dick, while I fuck that pretty pussy,’ he hissed in her ear. ‘Then he’s gonna fuck your cunt, because from what I’ve heard he can go all night. You want that right?’

She nodded eagerly, looking up at Bucky. Steve chuckled as he pushed his trousers off and got on the bed in front of her.

‘Gonna need to hear,’ he told her, his blue eyes darkened with lust.

She had to saw this more confident and demanding Steve really got her worked up. Thank God for that serum.

‘Yes, I want that.’

‘Yes who?’ Bucky snapped.

‘Yes Sergeant.’

‘And?’

‘Yes Captain,’ she moaned out desperate for one of them to touch her.

She was already soaking wet from their hands on her tits, it had been so long since she was touched. She didn’t expect any of them to last very long and when Bucky pushed into her, she thought she would cum straight away.

Steve rubbed the tip of his head over her lips, before she parted her lips in a moan as Bucky’s hand began to play with her clit. Steve took his chance to push his dick into her mouth. Her moans were stifled around his length as he began to fuck her mouth in the same rhythm as Bucky was fucking her soaking pussy. Both men’s moans began to fill the room, as her muffled screams fell from her lips.

She was so turned on by the sight of both of them and it was the first them all three of them had been together since Steve became the great Captain America.

Without warning, Steve came hard in her mouth, cum hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed him up. The taste causing her head to spin, Bucky’s thrusts were growing more erratic his hand on her clit growing harder.

‘Cum on Sergeant Barnes’ cock, Y/N,’ Steve demanded, and his words pushed her over the edge.

Her moans fell from her lips just as Steve pulled his dick out of her mouth. She could fell her pussy pulsate over Bucky’s cock. Her eyes growing fuzzy as she came hard for both her boys. It wasn’t long before Bucky was following suit, she felt the hot spurts of cum fill her pussy.

He pulled out of her letting her fall on her back, as she tried to catch her breath. She threw her hands over her eyes as she felt the bed shift.

‘Oh, darling, I’m not finished with you yet,’ she heard Steve say just as he pushed into her.

She screamed out.

‘I don’t think we’ll be leaving this bed all weekend,’ Bucky purred.

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Stranded: Day 1 - PIGEON SWARM

Hey, guys! It's meowloudly15 at the helm! And today, I've got for you the start of a story that I've been working on for the past month and a half! It feels so great to finally get it out there! I mean, I'm not done writing it, but still, you know that feeling, right?

I saw Into the Spider-Verse the day after Christmas. I was already in love with Butch!Gwen, and the movie did nothing but help. But one thing about her origin story made me think. If she showed up to Brooklyn a week before the collider accident happened, what did she do during that week? And how did she really find her way to Miles?

Those were the questions that I sought to answer by writing this fic.

I'm currently set to post chapters twice a week on Mondays and Thursdays. Here's hoping that I can actually stick to a schedule for once in my life.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse or any related characters. I am using them without permission. Please don't sue me.

I hope you like it!

NOTE: Chapters are also posted on my FFN and AO3 accounts! See the title page for more information!

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PERSONS TAKING NOTICE

Gwen slowly elevated herself to a sitting position on the solid concrete, rubbing her aching head. She breathed a sigh of relief upon noting that she was still wearing her Spider-Woman mask and costume, because people were gawking at her crash landing. At least, that was what she assumed her spider-sense was warning her about.

Gwen scanned the area and noticed a disheveled man propping himself up from his seat on the stoop of an apartment building and looking her way. She also noticed a stained brown paper bag lying on the ground next to him. With any luck, the man would dismiss her as just being a drunken hallucination or some fashion of specter. She didn't see any other people nearby, so she presumed it safe to remain visible.

UNFAMILIAR TERRITORY

Right. Where on earth was she?

Was she on Earth?

Gwen stood up and studied the somehow familiar yet unfamiliar landscape. There was something about it that made it appear almost unrealistic. The city resembled Connecticut City, but was it?

It was a different dimension, wasn't it. Gwen remembered what her spider-sense had repeated over and over as it went haywire right before she was sucked into the, uh... the weird bubbly thing. It kept saying "INTERDIMENSIONAL TRANSPORTATION IMMINENT". If that wasn't a tip-off, she didn't know what was.

She ought to ask someone about where she was. But Gwen couldn't go talk to people at random while she was in her costume. They'd freak out.

RISK OF NUDITY

Right. She didn't have street clothes. They were back at her house, wherever that might be. She'd have to get some somehow.

Gwen rummaged through her pockets, taking inventory. Extra web fluid; very important... phone; hopefully she'd get service... driver's license; probably not valid here... house keys; she hoped she'd be home by curfew but kind of doubted it... a notepad and pen; tools of the trade... earbuds… aha! Money!

Only seven bucks worth of it!

The stores here might not even accept her cash. Gwen sighed.

She could steal something.

Gwen clenched her fists. There really wasn't any other way, was there?

IMPENDING MORAL CRISIS

"Thanks a lot," Gwen muttered under her breath, "but I already saw that coming."

And she needed to get a wallet, too, Gwen thought as she stuffed the crumpled bills back into her pocket. But that could wait.

She had to find a store. In the process, she could explore this place.

There was also a lot of other weird feedback from her spider-sense, Gwen recalled as she shot a webline towards the nearest street sign (it read "Wideway", which wasn't the name of any street that she knew of) and swung into the city. Something about "HAIR-RELATED CRISIS", and "PIGEON SWARM", and "LOZENGE BOMBARDMENT", and "BLOODY PREDICAMENT". She shrugged them off as her spider-sense just going haywire from the extreme duress that she was un-

PIGEON SWARM

Gwen looked up and found herself just feet away from a flock of pigeons which was headed straight towards her. She yelped in a rather undignified fashion and dodged between the startled birds, somehow managing to navigate through with only a few scratches.

Okay, maybe the spider-sense was right that one time. But it was just a coincidence. Wasn't it?

Gwen sighed and continued to web-swing, searching for a store as she traveled.

What the... Bold Navy?

Gwen swung to the building, clinging to its face and crawling down to peer in the shop windows. There were racks of clothes and mannequins inside. A few shoppers and clerks milled through the brightly-lit aisles.

Huh. This place must have been this universe's version of Gold Navy.

So what was the plan, what was the plan?

SHOPPERS INCOMING

Gwen flinched and crawled backwards to avoid being noticed by two young women who were emerging from the store. She had half a mind to steal the clothes from their bags, but she didn't know if they would be the right size or not. Instead, she vaulted through the automatic doors and clung to the wall above it inside the store, staying out of range of the cameras.

The shoppers were another thing that her spider-sense had warned her about while going through the bubbles.

Two coincidences?

Maybe they weren't coincidences, Gwen wondered.

There was no time to think about that. She needed to steal herself some clothes.

But Gwen still hesitated, more out of nerves than anything. Should she be here?

INCONCLUSIVE

She sighed. She was here already; she might as well get it over with.

Gwen clambered across the white-painted rafters on the ceiling, looking for something that she would wear while also avoiding the people passing beneath her.

Nobody ever looked up. But it was best to stay safe.

That grey shirt looked decent. Gwen used a webline to snag it from a pile, slightly disturbing the clothes to either side. She held it up to herself. A bit small, but it would fit well enough.

A little further down, Gwen spotted pairs of khaki pants. She snatched one up, then returned it to the shelf upon realising that it was the wrong size. This time checking the label, she grabbed the correct one.

Gwen grabbed a jean jacket and backpack to complete her ensemble and had started to stuff the clothes in the pack when she remembered that she had to take off the dye tags. She crawled back to the front of the store and took a tag remover, using it to pull off the tags and promptly returning it to its proper location.

Gwen put the clothes away and took out her notepad, scribbling a quick message to the Bold Navy employees and firing it down to the checkout counter with a webshot. It read:

"I took some clothes from your store and I'm sorry but I needed them urgently. I'll pay you back asap. SW"

Gwen was about to leave when she realised that she needed different shoes. She couldn't run around town in teal ballet slippers. She hurriedly snatched a pair of blue sneakers before swinging out of the store.

She landed on a nearby rooftop, searching for cover in which to don her new outfit, and spotted a stairwell entrance. That would be perfect.

PERSONS TAKING NOTICE

Gwen threw herself to the ground, anxiously glancing around for whomever might be looking at her. She saw nobody but still commando-crawled to take shelter behind the stairwell. She threw on the outfit on top of her costume, replacing her ballet slippers with the sneakers, and tossed her mask, gloves, and slippers into the bag. Standing up, Gwen examined herself as she tore the price tags off of her clothes, casting them onto the ground. The pants fit surprisingly well, as did the jacket, which also conveniently concealed her hood and web-shooters, but the shirt was a bit tight and the sneakers were far too loose.

She was ready to go down and brave the city.

GUARD ON WATCH

Gwen opened the stairwell door and almost immediately found herself staring down a security guard. She froze in place.

RUN NOW

Gwen obediently turned tail and fled. The guard exclaimed and ran after her, waving his baton and flashlight.

Gwen's feet slipped inside her oversize sneakers as she rounded a corner, heading towards another rooftop. The new shoes were only slowing her down; at least she was still running comparatively quickly, thanks to her super speed. She propelled herself to the next roof, her feet sliding as she jumped and reducing her traction on the ledge. She landed awkwardly on the raised lip of the other roof and rolled onto the gravel rooftop just below before the guard could see where she had gone.

Gwen watched a flashlight beam pass over her head, waver from side to side, then vanish. She heard the distant crunch of boots on gravel receding and a man muttering something.

She'd be caught if she stayed up here much longer, Gwen knew. But she couldn't exactly go wall-crawling down buildings in civilian garb.

What if she asked the security guard where she was?

Then again, she was wearing stolen property. And she was trespassing. Gwen did not want to risk getting arrested.

ATOMIC DISJUNCTION

What in the ever-living heck did that mean?

Gwen was seized with a violent tremor, like an electric shock but extending through every inch of her body. She convulsed as startlingly bright colours flashed before her vision. She shrieked involuntarily through clenched teeth.

The strange seizure ended as abruptly as it had begun. Gwen was left with only a pounding headache for her troubles.

Through her rapidly receding pain, she heard louder, faster crunches of gravel and a man distantly saying, "... someone on the roof, some girl just yelled. Probably the same one. I'm checking it out."

Gwen stood up on unsteady legs and started to run. Her newly-stolen backpack thumped uncomfortably against her torso. She leaped to the next roof, tripped, and fell on her face not far from its edge.

She picked herself up but froze in the blinding glare of a flashlight. Holding the flashlight was the same security guard that she had run into previously. Gwen must have jumped onto the first building in her confusion.

She figured she already knew the answer but wanted to ask just to be safe: should she be here?

NOT A CHANCE

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R is for Romance by MikeyKnutson

It all started at a bar.

That's where I met the woman that changed my life. Typical, right?

Average looking guy in his 20s goes out drinking with his buddies and picks up some strange. Almost every bro-movie and frat party story has been based off of that premise. It's not factual, of course. That doesn't actually happen that way. The fact of the matter is most women don't want to be hit on when they go out. One could go so far as to say they even despise when arrogant men swing their dicks around all night trying to see who can throw theirs the hardest. Have you ever wondered why ladies enjoy going to gay bars? That's why.

Despite the odds being stacked against any breathing object with a penis, hook-ups still do happen on occasion. Maybe the girl is going through a rough break-up and needs a rebound. That woman over there hasn't been fucked in two years and is simply too shy to approach a guy about having casual sex. Another one might just like to fuck as many guys as she wants. She gets bored with the same guy and his same bedroom routine that gives him a false sense of pride. She craves adventure like an Everest climber craves warmth.

I found the latter.

A friend that I hadn't heard from in years shot me a message over social media out of the blue. He asked me to come out with him on the Saturday following New Year's Day. I obliged. We exchanged numbers and that was that. I didn't hear from him for another week and presumed that he had forgotten about me. It didn't seem too far-fetched given that the last time I talked to him we had a different president.

Saturday came and went without a peep. I had all but forgotten our plans until I received a text at 10pm sharp:

Meet you at Riverwood in 20.

Strange. A little vague, but I had nothing else going on and it was Saturday. Why not at least get a few drinks in me?

I responded to the affirmative, threw on a shirt that didn't smell, and drove down the street to the bar.

My friend was waiting outside the bar for me, which was a bit odd given the northeast Ohio weather during that time of year. Most people avoid the outdoors like a divorced aunt with an alcohol problem.

"Chris! What's up, man?" The short, ginger bearded man called as he walked towards me. I could tell that his beard was hiding a newly formed double chin.

"Looking a little heavy there, aren't ya?" I teased, going in for a hug. "Drinks on you? Clearly you've got enough money to spend on food...or is that just desserts?"

We shared a laugh and a couple of hard back pats as we walked inside the bar.

There she was. Stunning. Short brown hair with a few strands of blonde. Light brown skin. Thick thighs you couldn't wrap your hands around. Lips that could show you things you didn't know and eyes that could steal your entire being.

I couldn't help but stare.

"You going to go for it?" My friend brought me out of my trance.

"Oh. No, man. No. I just didn't expect to see that here of all places!"

He got us a round and two doubles to knock back as a kick-off. I felt her watching us. Me.

I spent the entire night at that bar one-handed until my half-full pint glass was gently taken away from me by a slender, tan hand with white acrylics.

"Fuck me."

I coughed. "Excuse me?"

Before me stood that stunning, voluptuous woman who I had my eyes on since we came to the Riverwood. I felt mom's spaghetti coming up.

"Did-did you just ask me to fuck you?" I stammered.

"No," she grinned, "I told you to fuck me."

"Alright." I didn't know what else to say, and I couldn't resist.

I walked over to my friend to let him know I was heading out but as I walked up to the bar he already had a target on the girl behind the bar, so I left.

Cynthia, as I later found out her name, lived above the bar in a spacious wannabe penthouse apartment with a 1970s stepdown from the dining room to the living room.

"There's something about you, you know? Like jus-"

Cynthia put her finger up to my lips.

"I'm not here to talk. I'm here to get my pussy wet, let you inside, and shove you out the door. Understand?"

I nodded. The dominatrix style she was putting off was turning me on, I can't lie.

"The bedroom is over there behind that gray door. Go in, take off your clothes, and get your cock hard. I'll be in in five." She commanded.

The room I went into was immediately off-putting, but not because it was some sex dungeon or full of paintings of Vlad the Impaler. Hell, I would've been more okay with that than what I actually saw. The bedroom, if you can call it that, was painted a pale yellow on every surface. Like Homer Simpson with a stomach virus yellow. There was no furniture. No decor. No clothes. No. Nothing except for a large mattress with a blue sheet laying haphazard in the middle of the floor, and a single Edison lightbulb illuminating the room. I couldn't wrap my mind around why a woman who made such an effort to get a penthouse vibe to her apartment would completely give up on her bedroom. Had it not been for the alcohol I might have hesitated, but that five minutes was going to come up quick.

I undressed, tossed my clothes into a corner and began stroking my dick slowly and firmly. I wanted to be at full attention when she came into the room. If Cynthia just wanted a good fuck, I wasn't about to let her down. Besides, those thick, juicy thighs being wrapped around my waist was something I could only dream about having. I was erect in no time.

Cynthia walked in wearing no clothes, carrying a large mirror. She hung it up in the middle of one of the yellow walls, just low enough so I could see myself laying on the bed.

"Interesting piece, where'd you get it?"

She sighed, "Pine Grove Mall. Nice cock. Lay down."

Cynthia walked over to the bed, got down on her knees and took my entire manhood into her mouth all at once. My eyes rolled back in instant ecstasy. I had been deepthroated before but nothing even close to this good. She kept going and going. The gagging sounds we're almost a bigger turn on than the actual act itself. As I began pondering finishing in her mouth and going again, she pulled back.

"Eat my asshole." She ordered.

"What? Uh. No. No thanks. I'm good." I objected instantly.

"I didn't give you a choice." She got on all fours in front of me. This was my night now. I will admit, she looked incredible bent over like that.

I positioned myself behind her and slid my tongue into her. She moaned loud and deep. She loved it. Knowing that made it more bearable for me. I kept licking up and down, throwing in the occasional perimeter move for good measure. Her body was writhing in a way I've never been able to make a woman move before.

I felt my tongue go inside of her.

I went to pull it out...but it was stuck. I tapped her on the cheek aggressively but Cynthia kept moaning louder and began rubbing her clit.

"Fuck!" She shouted.

At that moment a piercing pain shot through the tip on my tongue. A scream made its way out of my throat but it was stifled by my protruding tongue. Tears rolled down my face as I kept slapping her ass and legs, trying to stop this sick game and free myself.

"Oh god!" She moaned, "I'm so close. Just twenty six seconds. I'm almost there!"

The pain intensified. I couldn't do anything. I started seeing spots and white flashes.

Why the fuck did I do this?

Cynthia's entire body convulsed in one strong movement and I yanked myself away as hard as I could, falling back to the floor. I grabbed my mouth in agony, but I tasted no blood. I check my hands. Nothing.

As I lay there discombobulated, Cynthia walked over to me and bent down.

"Your turn. Go find yourself a nice girl. Have her suck the juice out of your little cock."

I grabbed my clothes. I ran out. I ran to my car. I drove home naked. At that point it didn't matter who saw me or what happened. I needed to be away. Safe.

A couple days later I went and got myself checked for any STDs and explained an abridged account of my night to the doctor. He assured me that my tongue must have just cramped due to nerves and all of the motions. I was willing to live with that.

A couple more weeks went by. My tests all came back negative. That calmed me, but at that point it was the least of my concerns. I hadn't heard from my friend since that night. According to the girl that he was hitting on at the bar, he went home with some "sleek, feminine" guy shortly after I left. He was always the biggest homophobe I knew, so honestly him being in the closet didn't surprise me in the slightest. Even more so than that concern, however, was my sex drive. My dick was constantly getting hard any time I was near an even remotely attractive female. I felt like an eleven year old boy who just discovered that breasts are for more than feeding.

After a few days spent masturbating way too much, I managed to convince the server from Riverwood, Olivia, to come home with me after bar close one night.

Once we worked past the kissing and boring formalities, we both stood in front of each other naked and ready to become partners in sin.

"Suck my dick." I told her.

"Ooh, I like a bossy guy." She squealed a little. "I'll suck it so good, daddy."

Olivia got on her knees and took me into her mouth. She couldn't get it all the way in, but she could take enough to scratch my itch. It was good. Not Cynthia good, but enjoyable. I felt her try to pull her head away as I felt my cum getting ready to burst out, but she couldn't. I could see the fear in her eyes as she looked up at me.

"Twenty six seconds, then it'll be all over."

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rationaromanceblog · 4 years

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Dating 101

There is something to be said about unremarkable first dates. I tend to distrust great first dates, and luckily I rarely have disastrous ones. Whenever I happen to be in the middle of a disaster date, I take solace that the story will at least make an interesting anecdote for later rendezvous. Great first dates, I find, rarely go anywhere. I don’t quite understand the phenomena; except that maybe the people who are great at dating from the get-go do it for fun, and therefore aren’t looking for a prolonged thing. These people make great casual sex friends, if they ever do return your texts. Unremarkable first dates, however, generally turn a profit. Hence my Three Date Rule (patent pending). Three dates are my minimum requirement for any potential suitor. The only exception being if the first date was an aforementioned ‘disaster date’, I have no set definition for what characterizes these dates but they tend to be obvious, trust your gut.

Unremarkable first dates are common. Too often people will not go on second ones, holding on to hope that the next person will be everything they want immediately, or take it to mean there was nothing to be explored further. This is a fatal flaw. It takes three solid meetings for people to get comfortable around each other. That is when you let someone know who you are, and when you will truly know anything. Even if you have been messaging for a long time and you think you have a good idea who this person is, interacting in person is a vastly different experience. I have been on numerous first dates I presumed would go nowhere. Because I was not deterred by the first date fallacy, many led to meaningful connections I couldn’t have imagined. In the way you can’t judge a book by its movie and you shouldn’t judge a show by it’s pilot, you can’t judge a relationship by it’s first date.

The key is to have an open mind. If you begrudge date number two because of an arbitrary rule, you will miss out on the potential in front of you. Dare to believe that there could be more here, even if they don’t meet most items on the checklist you’re keeping in your pocket. Believe that date three will be when that fuller picture comes into view. There’s a good chance you will find something about someone you like. Something that never occured to you to put on your list.

There are plenty of dating tips I could throw out there. Don’t judge people too harshly on their pictures, would be one. Don’t text for longer than a week before meeting each other. Vary what you do on your date; don’t just move-dinner-drink every date. Walk, do an activity, laugh. These would all be sensible advice to follow based on solid evidence. But my third date rule is the rule I am most adamant about. It is the rule I see so many of my friends ignore looking for that “spark” that will be the magic signal to their eternal happiness. This is the rule that has led me to my most significant loves.

Personally, I love dating. Once the initial trauma of a relationship ending has subsided, I thrill at the opportunity. I think it has to do with my introversion, ironically. Being an introvert I can’t just go out and interview potential friends over the internet with obvious intentions. (I’ve tried, nobody buys it.) But I can absolutely do that with potential partners. With the added benefit that they already find some aspect of me appealing enough to be there. I become my most charming on dates. The prospect of wanting to impress someone with all that I am becomes a fun game. I find there to be great excitement in possibility. One of these strangers could become someone important to me soon. The suspense is killing me, who might it be? Not a lot of people stuck around if we didn’t click romantically, but my favorite unforeseen outcome of this way of dating were the ones that turned into friendships. They became such pleasant additions to my world.

I think another crucial error people make is not enjoying dating. Dating can become a chore, and if it is for you, please stop doing it or take a break. There are ways to enjoy it, and you will be much more likely to be successful at your aim if you are. If not you will at the least stick it out longer. I learn so much about myself when I date, every date is an opportunity to see which version of me comes out. Will I be quick and quirky? Sarcastic and challenging? Fun and flirty? Only the evening knows and I find it great fun to find out.

When you’re on a date you have a choice. That choice is all about where your attention focuses. It is easy to approach a date listing all the ways they are not someone you can see yourself with. If you look for those reasons you will find them. Don’t date with expectations to be dazzled while you cross your arms and judge. Everyone has something to offer. Have you thrown away that list yet? I know you have it hidden somewhere. It won’t matter anyway we both know you have it memorized. You don’t actually know what you want, because you don’t actually know what’s available. There is no perfect, there is no ideal. Everybody sucks and everybody is epic. Whatever attitude you bring to your dates is what will be proven true.

Quick public service announcement: I understand I am quite privileged as a girl dating on the internet. Aside from callous ‘DTF?’ messages, crude pick up lines, the bombardment of messages and potential unsolicited dick pics, I personally think I have it easier compared to my male counterparts. Not to gloat, but I like being the one with the inbox full and not the one being ignored because the guy in the message above you said “How are you?” not just “Hey.” Regardless, I always make a point to reach out to men first, the same way I make sure to ask guys to dance when I am at a club. I’ve never been one to remain passive, if I complain about gender roles I also find it my responsibility to break them. The amount of arguing I’ve had with men that will not let me pay on a date is surprising. I assume they think I am testing them, or they feel an obligation to. Even splitting it will elicit raised eyebrows, no I won't mark off points if you let me pay, but I suppose there are women out there who will. If that’s you please stop, equality is not always convenient.

Eventually I just put it on my profile that I want to pay for dates too. I found that the degree of man I started to attract changed. Ones that shared my value systems probably. That is another crucial dating tactic, the tried and true: BE YOUR GODDAMN SELF. It’s harder than you think to be you. It’s a lot easier to be who you think they want you to be, since that will certainly elicit much less rejection ultimately. Rejection fucking sucks. It’s like we’re biologically hardwired to avoid it or something. But rejection is an inescapable part of dating for everyone, and the faster you learn not to take it personally when someone doesn’t like you, the less painful this process will be. Self esteem, I’d say, is a prerequisite to healthy dating. But since you can’t currently buy the stuff on the internet, it’s not that easy to come by if you haven’t already found some. Let me just say that, when you already like yourself, it matters a lot less that the cute girl you day dreamed about walking on a beach with stopped answering your messages because you made a hilarious yet dark joke and how could she not think it was funny. It might still be a bummer, but it won’t drive you into a dark spiral.

Last and not least, learn to fill your every need. I struggled with this one most of all. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what a partner was for if I was just going to fill my own needs anyway. Dating for this purpose is a doomed prospect, you will find yourself playing a game with the person. Each of you will either change who you are so that the other can be happier, turning into a stranger. Or resent each other because they cannot meet your every need just right. So you end up leaving, for the eternal search of someone who can. If you don’t believe me try it for yourself and come back when you realize I am right. At some point we all inherited the notion that partners complete us. But what if we are already complete? Now what? Being with someone is your opportunity to love. That’s it. Loving someone feels amazing. It is fulfilling, fun, and it can add dimension to your life. Being with someone will also be stressful, terrifying and put you at a giant risk for heartache. That’s the deal. Have fun.

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Meet the b2b videoconferencing startup that’s gone crazy for online dating

Founder Andreas Kröpfl has spent almost a decade hard-grafting in the b2b unified communications space, building a videoconferencing business with a patented single-stream system and a claim of no ‘drop-offs’ thanks to “unique low-bandwidth technology”.

His Austria-based startup’s current web-based videoconferencing system, eyeson (née Visocon), which launched in 2018, has had some nice traction since launch, as he tells it, garnering a few million customers and getting a nomination nod as a Gartner Cool Vendor last year.

Eyeson’s website touts ‘no hassle, no, lag, no downloads’ video calls. Pricing options for the target b2b users run the gamut from freelance pro to full-blown enterprise. While the business itself has pulled in a smidge less than $7M in investor funding over the years.

But when TechCrunch came across Kröpfl last December, pitching hard in startup alley at Disrupt Berlin, he was most keen to talk about something else entirely: Video dating.

That’s because last summer the team decided to branch out by building their own video dating app, reusing their core streaming tech for a consumer-focused social experiment. And after a period of internal beta testing — which hopefully wasn’t too awkward within a small (up-til-then) b2b-focused team — they launched an experimental dating app in November in India.

The app, called Ahoi, is now generating 100,000 video calls and 250,000 swipes per day, says Kröpfl.

This is where he breaks into a giggle. The traction has been crazy, he says.

In the staid world of business videoconferencing you can imagine eyeson’s team eyeing the booming growth of certain consumer-focused video products rather enviously.

Per Kröpfl, they had certainly noticed different desires among their existing users — which pushed them to experiment. “We saw that private people like the simple fun features (GIF reactions, …) and that business meetings were more focused on ‘drop-off’ [rates] and business features,” he tells us. “To improve both in one product was not working any more. So eyeson goes business plus SaaS.”

“Cloning eyeson but make it social,” is how he sums up the experiment.

Ahoi is very evidently an MVP at this stage. It also looks like a pretty brave and/or foolish (depending on your view) full-bore plunge into video dating, with nothing so sophisticated as a privacy screen to prevent any, er, unwanted blushes… (Whereas safety screening is an element we’ve recently seen elsewhere in the category — see: Blindlee.)

There’s also seemingly no way for users to specify the gender they wish to talk to.

Instead, Ahoi users state interests by selecting emoji stickers — such as a car, cat, tennis racket, games console or globetrotter. And, well, it goes without saying that even if you like cars a lot you’re unlikely to change your sexual orientation over the category.

There are no generic emoji that could be used to specify a sexual interest in men or women. But, er, there’s a horse…

Such limits may explain why Ahoi is generating so many early swipes — and rather fewer actual calls — in that the activity sums to (mostly) men looking for women to videochat with and being matched with, er, men.

And frustration, sexual or otherwise, probably isn’t the greatest service to try and sell.

Still, Kröpfl reckons they’ve landed on a winning formula that makes handy reuse of their core videoconferencing tech — letting them growth hack in a totally new category. Swipe right to video date.

“People are disappointed by perfect profiles on Tinder and the reality when meeting people,” he posits. “Wasted time. Especially women do not want to be stalked by men pretending to be someone else. We solve both by a real live conversation where only after a call both can decide to be connected or never see each other again.”

Notably, marketing around the app does talk rather fuzzily about it being a way to “find new pals”.

So while Kröpfl frames the experiment as dating, the reality of the product is more ‘open to options’. Think of it as a bit like Chatroulette — just with slightly more control (in that you have a few seconds to decide if you don’t want to talk to the next in-app match).

The very short countdown timer (you get just five seconds to opt out of a matched video chat) is very likely generating a fair number of unintended calls. Though such high velocity matching might appeal to a certain kind of speed dating addict.

Kröpfl says Ahoi has been seeing up to 20,000 new users added daily. They’re bullishly targeting 3M+ users this year, and already toying with ideas for turning video dates into a money spinner by offering stuff like premium subscriptions and/or video ads. He says the plan is to turn Ahoi into a business “step by step”.

“Everyone loves to make his profile better,” he suggests, floating monetization options down the line. Quality filtering for a fee is another possibility (“everyone is annoyed by being connected to the wrong people”).

They picked India for the test launch because it has a lot of people on the same timezone, a large active mobile user-base and cheap marketing is still “easily possible”. He also says that dating apps seemed popular there, in their experience. (Albeit, the team presumably didn’t have a great deal of relevant experience in this category — given Ahoi is an experiment.)

The intent is also to open Ahoi up to other markets in time too, once they get more accustomed to dealing with all the traffic. Kröpfl notes they had to briefly take the app off the store last month, as they worked on adding more server capability.

“It is very early and we were not prepared for this usage,” he says, admitting they’ve been “struggling to work on early feedbacks”. “We had to make it invisible temporarily — to improve server capacity and stability.”

The contrast in pace of uptake between the stolid (but revenue-generating) world of business meeting-fuelled videoconferencing and catnip consumer dating — which is money-sucking unless or until you can hit a critical mass of usage and get the chance to try applying monetization strategies — does sound like it’s been rather irresistible to Kröpfl.

Asked what it feels like to go from one category to the other he says “crazy, surprised and thrilling”, adding: “It is somehow also frustrating when all the intense b2b work is not as closely interesting to people as Ahoi is. But amazing that it is possible thanks to an extremely focused and experienced team. I love it.”

TechCrunch’s Manish Singh agreed to brave the local video dating app waters in India to check Ahoi out for us.

He reported back not having seen any women using the app. Which we imagine might be a problem for Ahoi’s longer term prospects — at least in that market.

“I spoke with one guy, who said his friend told him about the app. He said he joined to talk to girls but so far, he is only getting matched with boys,” said Singh. “I saw several names appear on the app, but all of them were boys, too.”

He told us he was left wondering “why people are on these apps, and why they have so much free time on a weekday”.

For ‘people’ it seems safe to conclude that most of Ahoi’s early adopters are men. As the Wall Street Journal reported back in 2018, India’s women are famously cool on dating apps — in that they’re mostly not on them. (We asked Kröpfl about Ahoi’s gender breakdown but he didn’t immediately get back to us on that.)

That market quirk means those female users who are on dating apps tend to get bombarded with messages from all the lonely heart guys with not much to swipe. Which, in turn, could make a video dating app like Ahoi an unattractive prospect to female users — if there’s any risk at all of being inundated with video chats.

And even if there are enough in-app controls to prevent unwelcome inundation by default, women also might not feel like they want their profile to be seen by scores of men simply by merit of being signed up to an app — as seems inevitable if the gender balance is so skewed.

Add to that, if the local perception among single women is that men on dating apps are generally a turn-off — because they’re too eager/forward — then jumping into any unmoderated video chat is probably not the kind of safe space these women are looking for.

No matter, Kröpfl and his team are clearly having far too much fun growth hacking in an unfamiliar, high velocity consumer category to sweat the detail.

What’s driving Ahoi’s growth right now? “Performance marketing mainly,” he says, pointing also to “viral engagement by sharing and liking profiles”.

Notably, there are a lot of reviews of Ahoi on Google Play already — an unusual amount for such an early app. Many of them appear to be five star write-ups from accounts with European-sounding names and a sometimes robotic grasp of language.

“Eventhough Ahoi has been developed recently, it had high quality for user about calling, making friends and widing your knowlegde [sic],” writes one reviewer with atrocious spelling whose account is attached to the name ‘Dustin Stephens.’

“Talking with like minded people and same favor will creat a fun and interesting atmosphere. Ahoi will manage for you to call like condition above,” says another apparently happy but not entirely clear user, going by the name ‘Elisa Herring’.

There’s also a ‘Madeleine Mcghin’, whose profile uses a photo of the similarly named child who infamously disappeared during a holiday in Portugal in 2007. “My experience with this app was awesome,” this individual writes. “It gives me the option to find new people in every country.”

Another less instantly tasteless five-star reviewer, ‘Stefania Lucchini’, leaves a more surreal form of praise. “A good app and it will bring you extra income, I would say it’s a great opportunity to have AHOI and be a part of it but it’s that it will automatically ban you even if you don’t show it. Marketing. body part, there are still 5 stars for me,” she (or, well, ‘it’) writes.

Among the plethora of dubious five-star reviews a couple of one-star dunks stand out — not least because they come from accounts with names that sound like they might actually come from India. “Waste u r time,” says one of these, who uses the name Prajal Pradhan.

This pithy drop-kick has been given a full 72 thumbs-up by other Play Store users.

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coupsyboopsy · 7 years

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BANGTAN THEORY TIME

I have been stewing this over for a couple days now. J-Hope and Jimin’s storylines in this hell that BigHit is putting ARMYs through is actually going to be pretty impactful. So I’m going to share my thoughts on these two. The others are to come.

I encourage you to read it all but there will be a tl;dr/ at the bottom.

Of course, there are trigger warnings with this topic: suicide, mental illness, terribly antiquated words

First of all, I do not think that this is going to be a bunch of love stories. Maybe a few of them will be (my prediction is probably Yoongi and Jeongguk; I will explain later). J-Hope’s and Jimin’s is not a love story. If it is, I’ll be real pissed.

But first...

J-Hope’s character, as we all know, has been diagnosed with Munchausen Syndrome. Here is the wiki page about it that talks about the signs, symptoms, history, etc.

In his short, he was prescribed a placebo as well. The form that the presumed-doctor (the short was creepy, okay) said that his thought process was “illogical, retarded” and that his mood was “ anxious and... irritable.” These are symptoms of emotional distress, of mental illness, but some of the words aren’t clinical and are judgmental. I feel like the doctor represents not only medical attention but society as a whole. Mental illness isn’t taken seriously in Korea (Here is an interview with actor Gong Yoo talking about his depression; notice how the interview negates everything with a simple, frustrating comment—start about 28 minutes in). The fact that the doctor is using words like “retarded” is shocking because it is an antiquated term in the medical field, and every country relies on the same research and developing terminology. Hobi’s doctor is a reflection of society.

Jimin is in the same place as J-Hope in both Run (the start of the pillow fight in the white room) and in his short. Jimin has been open about some of the things he struggles with. Struggling with image and weight can lead to depression, etc. The bathroom/bathtub in INU seems to be a breaking point in Jimin’s character. I think that if any of the plot lines are along the lines of suicide attempts, it would be Jimin’s (especially as he remains wet in the prologue video and Young Forever). I think it was a failed attempt and he was institutionalized.

In his short, it’s very obvious that he’s in the same area as J-Hope (the picture, the box, and the box’s shadow). His room is dark, there is an empty bed, I think that represents the feeling of being alone and self-isolation that comes with depression and suicidal ideations even if there is someone there. Maybe J-Hope’s character’s case worsened and he was taken away. The assessment that Jimin is going through is with an automated hand, not a doctor. I think this is another representation of society, but in the “acceptable” professions (doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc.). The thing that is supposed to represent Jimin’s doctor, help, support is mechanical. Its not real. Doctors are supposed to help but there is such a stigma with mental illness in Korea (and society in general) that nothing seems authentic when getting help anymore.

The lyrics for “Caught in a Lie” is also very striking, and we all know that the songs are pretty personal to the boys. Reading the translation and the images from the short are all kind of Biblical in a way (the apple in the video and “don’t be a pray, be smooth like a snake; there are more). A lot of times, mental illness is seen is a “punishment” from God for something. You feel depressed, you must have sinned and not asked for forgiveness. This kind of internal shame is rife. I think that maybe the lyrics might be this exploration out of religious shame and into understanding of yourself and the biology of how a depressed brain works. The chorus of “Caught in a Lie” goes”

Caught in a lie find me when I was pure I cannot be free from this lie give me back my smile caught in a lie pull me from this hell save me I’m being punished

I know that when I was in high school and I was dealing with a lot of anxiety, depression, suicidal ideations, rebellion, etc., I was told that I wasn’t “on track with God” and that I just need to get back to praying, reading my Bible, etc. to “fix” my problems. I think that’s why Jimin’s solo is my favorite because the lyrics are exactly how I felt when I was younger. I think that the mechanical hand might also be a representation of religion on society as well, how it appears to be helpful but it’s restricting and keeps you bound to one place. Jimin is stuck in the same place, the same room, the same walls, and he’s not free. It’s taking away his innocence.

THOSE ARE MY THOUGHTS OKAY SO NOW TO THE GOOD STUFF

Thus begins J-Hope’s and Jimin’s stories coming together. WOW IT TOOK FOR FUCKING EVER. FORGIVE ME.

I think that their characters were institutionalized together. They became friends because they suffered similar ailments and you deal with trauma best (Jimin’s trauma is unknown beyond his possible suicide attempt, but issues that prompted his mental state to get to that point is unknown). They healed together and found their own paths outside of the institution. I think that if there is a love plot here, it would be between them. And deep friendship can be true love without the societal idea of what “true love” is. I think that the girl was with them and she helped them heal, as they did for her.

In the first highlight reel, she gives J-Hope a cake for his birthday, but he says it’s not. I think that she’s celebrating the day he was released from the hospital, the day that this institution deemed him healthy enough to go into society, function well without the need for constant “medical care” to feed his mental illness/state. That’s something to celebrate.

Note that they all three seemed to have found solace with dance. I think that’s important, I just don’t know how.

NOW FOR THE BIG ONE: The Flashback™

J-Hope seems to be triggered by closing his eyes. Makes sense. But don’t be angry at his mom for leaving him like that. One, maybe she came back. I doubt it because my idea is that two, she’s a single mom.

Single moms/unwed moms in Korea are horribly stigmatized. They are actively encouraged to give up their children. These women have hard time finding and keeping jobs because the stigma of a single mother is that bad.

Here is a National Public Radio article where a Korean woman was adopted at the age of 4 with her twin to an American couple. Years later, when she went to find her mom in Korea, she found out that her grandmother had forged documentation and adopted her granddaughters out while their mother was at work without their mother knowing. That is how bad the stigma is. It’s getting better these days, but it’s still a big deal.

J-Hope’s character’s mom couldn’t provide for him because she was single. “Mama” is J-Hope’s thank you to his mom for sacrificing so much for him and his dream despite everything. His character’s mom did the same thing but in a way that protected him and would give him a chance at life.

Should she have left him like that? No. But there are so many kids that lose parents because they are homeless and can’t give their kids life, so they leave them at comfortable, fun places like that. In the book “Holes,” Zero’s mom left him at a park that they visited often. It’s a sad and far-more common occurrence than people realize, I think, for parents to sacrifice the love they have for their children in hopes that they have a better life (be it leaving them at a park or signing away their parental rights to a foster family, as what happened with my little brothers).

J-Hope’s mom made so many sacrifices for his dream. His character’s mom made the sacrifice so that he could have life. The message, I think, is to show that youth and children are a lot more resilient than they get credit for because Hobi did live and make something of himself despite it all. Youth has more strength than anything, I think, and young people can overcome so much... especially together, especially when you find people who understand and accept you for everything you are, mental illnesses included. Healing comes with community.

Youth comes strength.

TL;DR/ J-Hope and Jimin were hospitalized together for their mental illnesses. The girl was there too. They helped each other heal with friendship and dance. It is not a love story. It’s a friendship story. Single moms need more support and love in Korea. Mental illness needs more support in Korea and around the world tbh. Society sucks. Youth is strong.

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sheminecrafts · 4 years