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its-short-for-jackalope · 7 months

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WOW! THAT WAS SOME LORE, HUH? :D

reposting this meme bc it's true and bc I really like it, lol

I have quite literally been scribbling notes on a scrap of paper like a madman while rewatching TGOA part 3 as many times as possible, just jotting down all the mindboggling information we've been given, and some less direct stuff that I could be reading too much into but is fun and neat even if it doesn't amount to anything crazy and galaxy-brained, lol.

So click/tap below the cut for rambles about the final part of Pulp Musicals episode 3

The Ghosts of Antikythera ⚓️

Names, Names, Names!!!

Hey, might as well start with all the new names we've gotten!

The captain of the Antikythera — the ghost ship from 'someplace else' — is Addison Arvad.

Kal (my beloved/beloathed ❤ ) is Kalfu

The Traveler we met in TBS is Sia 💖💖

Ahlaam is another Traveler. I adore her already, and not just because she saved Rose.

Dakkar is... somebody. As expected, I've been going crazy in my dms with @man-down-in-hatchet-town, and she believes Dakkar is probably inspired by/based on Captain Nemo? 👀

King(?!) Itzal is... probably bad news! Kal's the one who calls him a King and he is obviously pretty loyal and devoted to him, and wants to impress him (aww), so methinks Itzal is maybe not so good???? (I am also a proud supporter of Brooke's Dylan Saunders as Itzal campaign, lol)

The Blazing World is home. It's where the Travelers and the Antikythera's Searchers (rip) are from, it was destroyed once—but is being rebuilt?—and Kalfu and Itzal seem to want it gone for good.

Lincoln Island is the mysterious island our heroes on the Ellen Austin are approaching at the end of the episode, the place Ahlaam sent Rose and the Antikythera to via orrery.

Quick *Approximate* Timeline

Eh, what can I say? We got numbers and I decided to do a tiny bit of math about it.

1874 — the Antikythera & the Ellen Austin

🔴 YOU ARE HERE

🎶 When are we? 🎶 Well, Morgan Reese informs our time-traveling heroes that, uh yeah lol, last he checked the year was 1874. What a funny question from a bunch of rapscallions!

Captain Arvad's logs from the Antikythera start in January 1874, so we know the Searchers were out and about in this same year. Their disappearances were recent and the ship hasn't been empty for all that long, I don't think.

1865 — may this monument stand forever

On this site in 1835, Sir John Herschel and Anna Hanover launched the first brick satellite, the Sagitta, in what was known as Township Number Nine. Erected to commemorate their bravery, to thank them for their gift to all mankind, may this monument stand forever.

Dedicated August, 1865.

1864 — the dark angel appears

A desperate AJ makes his ill-fated deal with Kal in exchange for his crew's safety during the Battle of Mobile Bay.

Damn the torpedoes.

1835 — the beginning of our adventure

🎶 IT IS EIGHTEEN THIRTY-FIVE 🎶 and the Great Moon Hoax and The Brick Satellite both happen in this year. Things were so simple back then!

1829 — the Blazing World is destroyed

In 1874, we are told (first by Arvad's journal, and then by Sia) that their home, that the Blazing World was destroyed 45 years ago. If my math is right and they're not hippity-hopping too much in time (they have time travel capabilities so idk for sure) that would put the destruction of the Blazing World in 1829.

If the world being destroyed is also the Event that Kal alludes to in Gunpowder and Rum, pt. 3 ("Your powers are returning and you still don't remember what happened? 😒") AND it's the one that left Margaret without her memories and powers, then... could Margaret have been feeling lost, alone, and disconnected with her phantom pain in New York for 6 whole years before the Stratfords wrote the hoax that would bring the quartet together??? 🥺

And while we're on the subject of time passing!

If Sia and Kalfu and everyone besides the quartet has gotten to 1874 the long way 'round... (which I think is the case if Kal snarked at Sia for hiding Margaret in the future—if he has a sense of the future in relation to the world and time, I'd say this also implies he & the others have a pretty consistent present?) ...have they aged? Or does their magic also lengthen their lives? I imagine it would be mentioned if Sia was visibly older, and since Samuel described Kal as looking ~40 years old, then how could he be younger than the war he's been in? lol. But idk, this is just food for thought!

Kal Loves His Lore Dumps, Doesn't he? This one's mostly about Margaret <3

"You've proven quite elusive over the years... We've searched across the seven seas... I suppose it's only fitting that I find you here by chance, looking for an orrery! I'd have settled for the ship, what's its name? An-ti-ky-ther-a. But you will be quite the prize. It's you that will seal our victory! A ship from the Blazing World would have been quite the quarry. But you? That could end things once and for all!"

"The ship, the orrery, they don't matter now. Not when I can dispatch the two biggest traitors in history with just one blow!"

Seems like our girl is pretty special~ 🥰

I mean, of course she is, she's our Margaret, but if Kal is willing to let the Antikythera go to get her instead, and he's so convinced that taking her out will win the war... our girl is Pretty Special™ right? Maybe she's a princess or something, or maybe her Radiance is just that heckin' strong. idk, but I'm excited to find out either way.

I'm also wondering if there's a connection between Margaret and the orrery/orreries... If Kal thought it was fitting to find her when he was after the orrery, does that mean something more? Could Margaret have created the orreries and/or the magic behind them? 👀

...actually maybe this isn't such a good and fun thing. 😅😟 Things don't usually go very well for special and important characters—what is the saying, tragedies love heroes? I mean, Margaret has lost her powers and memories once already, as well as her home and whatever family she may have had before. I know all our pulp blorbos have been in dire straights a few times now, but I don't want them to get MORE DIRE than this!

Kalfu, Sia, & Margaret's history

Kal: High marks for cloaking the fleet, but seriously—

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Kal: Come on, it's a Traveler reunion.

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Kal: Just a drink between three friends.

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Sia: Oh, you were once a man that I trusted. Tell me, where has he been?

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Sia: Itzal poisoned your mind!

Kal: Itzal opened my mind!

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Sia and Margaret: *powering up*

Sia: Hey, Kalfu!

Kal: Huh? Ugh, not again.

Kal: *team rocket fog's blasting off again*

I think it's pretty safe to say that, once upon a time, these three were once close. Maybe they were friends and peers, or maybe Kalfu was once Sia and/or Margaret's mentor with that "high marks" comment. Whatever the case, they used to be allies who trusted each other.

I think it's also safe to say all three of them are/were Travelers. Obviously Sia is, and Margaret probably is/was one as well, since she and Sia have a badass combined attack (that I'm betting they used against Kalfu ~45 years prior). As for Kal... I don't know how the radiance and the fog fit together exactly, whether they've always been separate or the fog is a dark bastardization of the radiance, but it seems like he is on equal footing with Sia as far as magic powers go, and he can teleport like they do—AJ witnessed this at the Battle of Mobile Bay, and Samuel did (kinda) on the deck of the Ellen Austin. I don't know if that's the only qualification for being a Traveler, but it's worth mentioning.

It seems like Itzal was a pretty big factor in this trio splitting up—for whatever reason, Kal turned his back on Sia and Margaret to follow him, or perhaps Sia and Margaret left Kal behind when he wouldn't leave with them. I don't know, but I want to—I have questions!!!

Sia and Itzal — Future sight?

Kal (to Sia): You know, for someone with precognitive abilities, you sure like to cut things close. 😒

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Kal: How I wish King Itzal was here to witness this. Or did he already know? Eh.

There's not much to say about this, really, I just think it's interesting.

But it does make me wonder if Sia *knew* that sending Margaret and the others to Hanover in 1874 would lead Margaret to the Antikythera and help her regain her memories, even if Sia couldn't see much more than that. Like, if she knew that Kal would be there, I don't think she would have put Margaret at risk like that when she was still vulnerable. Unless she was betting on Margaret figuring things out before Kal could make his move... gah, who knows! (Matt. Matt knows.) We do know that Sia can't see everything, though—she knows that the crew of the Antikythera are gone but has to ask Kal what he did with them.

Also, obligatory "yikes 😬" at the idea of having an enemy (King Itzal) who could possibly see your attacks/plans before you make them. That can't make this war any easier!

Fogging the vortices, you say?

Kal: We've been fogging the vortices for decades. There was bound to be an Antikythera sooner or later.

Vortices.... plural for vortex, yeah?

"A mass of whirling fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind."

Is one of these vortices located here in the Sargasso Sea? Is that why Rose already knows plenty of ghost stories about these waters, why this is a strange place that'll one day be dubbed the Bermuda Triangle? Where are the other vortices??? How many are there??? What are they, exactly???

Okay, but what about the gates?

Kal: A war for a world of power and might

Sia: A war for a world of courage and light

Kal: Fought over decades

Sia: Over ascension

Kal/Sia: No chance of surrender, no chance of redemption

I'm just throwing darts here, but I feel like 'ascension' has to do with the gates that have been alluded to a few times now?

First, in TBS, Sia told Margaret that she couldn't take her to the gate until her memories were back. Then in part 2 of TGOA, Kal said something about the Antikythera's orrery leading him to the first gate.

I don't think these gates are the same thing as the vortices—if the bad guys have already been 'fogging' them, then Kal wouldn't need an orrery to find them.

The gates probably lead to the Blazing World, right? Kal and Itzal want to destroy the Blazing World for good, which is why Kal was trying to get the orrery, to get to the gate, to ascend to the Blazing World and turn it to dust once and for all.

Travelers and Symbols/Elements/Associations

To finish up, here's one of the things I've noticed more recently. We have four magical characters now who seem to be at similar levels of power and might all be/have been Travelers, and maybe it's just a fun bit of flavor rather than anything Extremely Vital to the plot, but they each seem to have their own kind of... niche?

Lemme run through 'em real quick.

Kalfu—

● Want a drink?

● Gunpowder and rum, too strong for some! 🎶

● And poison... is kinda my thing.

● Non-lethal fog, my latest brew

Kal's easy to figure out—he's been pretty clear with his gunpowder and rum (delicious!) and once he revealed it he's been very cheeky and upfront about his use of/preference for poison too. He also stands out as the only person wielding fog, but I'm sure that'll change as we delve further into the dark and into this war we're learning about.

Sia—

● "Was that sunlight shining in the sphere?"

● We're here to light the fuse

● Lay another hand on her and you'll go down in flames

● I will always be that feeling burning under your skin

hehe okay, Sia is the reason this whole section of my post exists lol. I noticed the references to fire in enough of her lines/lyrics in part 3 that I thought it couldn't be a coincidence, and then I looked at the others. I just think it's neat!

Maybe these lines are just nods to the fact that light can burn as well as illuminate—Kalfu would probably know, hah—but it is fun to think that maybe we could see our first and dearest Traveler friend whip out some cool fire magic later on—when she's not duking it out with somebody on a wooden boat, lol.

I'd love that for her, tbh.

...especially because alcohol is flammable. :)

Ahlaam—

Narrator: In a blinding flash, a woman materialized, and with a single motion, she pushed the water of the room with her mind

Okay, I fully admit this is mostly just a reason for me to make another waterbending joke. Ahlaam's appearance in this episode wasn't really long enough to give us much information about her, but I mean we also haven't seen anyone else do anything with water until she came along, so... if we see her do more stuff like this and she has more associations with water in episode 4 onwards, I will feel pretty smart. 😌

Margaret—

● the moon

● the sea

● astronomy

we might not know much about Margaret's magic beyond how brightly it glows—which isn't unique to her—and what she's been able to do with it, be we do know that she has a connection with the moon, of course.

I think we could also argue that she has a pull to the sea—mostly because of the view from her window and the rooftop, overlooking the water. Learning about the Searchers and the fact that Kal was looking for Margaret on the sea supports this connection, but again, that doesn't really single her out from the others.

Margaret does have an appreciation for astronomy, but even that might not be super unique, if her people have orreries on every ship and they all look up to the sky. However... my brain is still chewing on a possible connection between Margaret and the orrery, because of what Kal said. It would be pretty rad if she was the one who designed and crafted them, figured out that magic. So idk, that could be something.

If her memories are returning, maybe we'll see her really start to shine amongst her fellow Travelers as she recalls more about herself and brings together the person that resides in her memories and the person that losing her memories made her into.

phew, okay! this is a long post and I am now very sleepy, lol. I'm sure I missed a few things—I didn't take any *literal* notes during parts 1 & 2 and it'll be a few days before I get the album and lose my mind again—but maybe there's a few things I managed to catch that y'all will enjoy.

As always, feel free to reply/reblog with your own thoughts!!!

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Have a tea?

Hell yeah I'm back

Time to post sum cringe

WARNINGS: I'm so cringe I'm sorry I don't have a beta reader to stop me to do this bullshit. The title doesn't even make sense on the writing lol Fluff asf. Little mention of nsfw stuff at the end. Do you want a next part with nsfw? Bc I will

The calm of the night enveloped them in a soft embrace, where they both watched the sky shine. The moon bathed them with its faint and mysterious light, illuminating that place that now meant so much to them.

Ghost remained silent, immersed in his thoughts, his eyes lost in the stars that populated the night sky. He sighed deeply, It was too beautiful a night now that he thought about it, for, without knowing yet how, it would end up becoming the most memorable date of their lives.

Wynter smiled a little at seeing him like this, to lower his gaze and took a folder with some papers he already knew, where upon opening it he signed it with his pen and immediately looked at Ghost with a smile. “Here”. She handed him the folder with the papers she had already signed before and he accepted them, reading what it said, signing them instantly. Wynter decided to move a little closer to him and watch Ghost, hugging his arm, leaning on his shoulder as she watched him sign the paper with the pen she had given him a couple of months ago already.

It was a marriage certificate. They had decided to get married, although money was no problem, they didn't have enough time to have a formal wedding, they couldn't really afford it either, after all, their relationship was in secret, or almost. Perhaps the others on their team already knew about it, but they had never mentioned anything. And yet, deep down, it mattered little. What really counted was the bond in their hearts, because even if their love had to be kept secret, it was no less pure or precious.

“For better or for worse, in sickness and in health…”

Ghost spoke as he handed her back the marriage certificate, content, crinkling his eyes slightly, it could now be her completely.

She completed, approaching him with a dazzling smile.

“To love and to cherish, together until death!" He smiled, taking the wedding ring box.

Simon gently took Wynter's hand and stroked the back of her soft skin, feeling a comforting warmth. A smile tugged at his lips as he placed the ring on her ring finger, then Wynter proceeded to take the larger ring and then Simon's hand, placing the ring on it, gazing in wonder at the bliss that this simple act seemed to fill her with.

The difference in size between their hands was quite remarkable, Simon found it a peculiar grace. Wynter stroked the scars he had on his knuckles and the back of his hand from so many fights he had been in, she had always thought he had very beautiful and strong hands despite his dangerous job.

Once the two rings were on, they intertwined their hands for a moment, fiddling, making Wynter smile.

Simon looked at his now wife with eyes bright with pride. Wynter returned the look, with a heap of happiness on his face to Riley, who thought he didn't deserve it, he was happy too, and smiled beneath his mask, crinkling his eyes and sporting a grimace that the girl loved.

With restrained shyness, Wynter brought her hands up to Simon's face and brushed his cheek, caressing it gently. “You must kiss the bride," she whispered, feeling the light warmth of his mask under her thumb.

Ghost wasn't going to lie, actually that caress had made him tense, Wynter didn't usually approach him to remove his mask, usually he was the one who took it off. Nevertheless he nodded, giving her permission.

She smiled, carefully lifting the cloth up to see his face lovingly. For Wynter, she had always seen Ghost with the eyes of a lover, just like the first time she saw him without a mask, that time Simon felt so scared and helpless, scarred by the scars of the past, yet eager to show her his true face, he wanted to see her reaction to the scars on his face, to his messy blond hair, even his hazel eyes and slight stubble of days old beard.

Once they managed to connect gazes, Wynter smiled at him, looking at his face, keeping it tucked away in her most selfish memories and thoughts where she knew his beautiful face.

He contemplated her eyes narrowed in a smile, the small mole on her chin, and eventually, her lips. “Finally can do this”.

He reached up to cup her cheek with his huge hand, gently pulling her close and kissing her. It was a different kind of kiss. The first kiss that felt each other's lips, without a mask to separate them, full of love and passion, where they knew they could face any difficulty together.

And that is how they both managed to overcome their fears, being now husband and wife. Simon was no longer afraid of being able to love, to raise a family or to feel loved.

Wynter could help him heal, become human again.

The kiss continued between them, never having experienced such a craving for mutual need, body heat that quickly became addictive as their skins rubbed together. Simon's hands began to run up and down Wynter's body, caressing her body, learning about her figure, looking for the places that made her sigh, and the places that made her feel comfortable with him.

“Simon…” she mumbled between kisses, sighing, moving her kisses up his cheek, his nose, his brow and his hundred. Simon loved to feel her soft, awkward kisses, maybe he was getting used to it, but he loved to feel spoiled by her.

“Wynter." he answered in a deep voice, deeper than usual, with a calm tone as he caressed her waist with his thumb, delighting in her natural scent, so exquisite.

“Congratulations, you're a married man now." The girl exclaimed with a chuckle, looking at him with too much love and genuine illusion. Things that Simon thought he had lost over time.

“Congratulations Mrs. Riley," he kissed Wynter again. It was a necessity, her lips were soft and warm, feeling unable to stop himself. He adored feeling her warmth on him, unable to believe that a woman as beautiful and loving as she was could turn out to be just as bloodthirsty.

She smiled a little blushing at being called Mrs. Riley, it was a feeling of love she couldn't imagine ever feeling.

“Thank you so much”.

Excitedly, she looked at the small picnic they had set up and sat down a little more next to him, taking the small cake she had bought hours before. “I want to cut the cake! Do you want a slice?”

Simon nodded, as Wynter took the knife, and he calmly helped guide her hand to cut the first slice, as was customary at any wedding.

Wynter laughed a little as she took the puff from Simon, as she did as she handed the piece of cake to him, making her giggle as he smiled a little ruefully. It was too corny for his taste, however, as long as he could see her laugh like that, he could get used to it.

They settled on the floor, lying together under the blanket. Wynter leaned against Simon's shoulder, and he wrapped her in his arms. There was no darkness or loneliness that could keep them apart anymore; just the warmth of their bodies pressed together and the night breeze caressing their faces, as close to each other as their hearts.

They talked and exchanged laughter, promises and kisses under the moonlight, savoring the happiness of this union that, only a few hours ago, seemed impossible. Their hands intertwined naturally, and eventually, their lips, but Wynter shivered from the cold.

“You're freezing" Simon said, taking off his sweatshirt so he could give it to her, "I don't want you to catch a cold on our wedding night”.

Wynter chuckled, stepping aside to look at him. “Always such a gentleman with me, aren't you?” He joked, sometimes Simon was so gentle that he forgot how they shouted at each other on the battlefield.

He just smiled, kissing her forehead. He took her in his arms and carried her to the truck they had arrived in, but not before returning for the picnic things.

Once they reached the base, Simon put his Ghost mask back on, stealing a kiss from Wynter first.

“Hey!" Wynter let out a laugh and took his hand to pull him towards her so she could kiss him again, albeit with his mask on. “It's not fair, I wanted to feel more of you”.

“That can be fixed”. He gently stroked her hair, it was obvious they weren't done with the night.

“What are you mea-oh-...” A heavy blush painted Wynter's cheeks as she now knew what he was referring to, looking slightly away.

Simon held his breath, watching her. He knew she reciprocated, however, they had never crossed that line. Perhaps her nerves had gotten the better of her at the last instant.

After a long silence, Wynter turned her face toward him. Her cheeks burned, her eyes shone with emotion. “Yes," she whispered at last, squeezing his hand tightly.

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can you talk more about how arya will have the best understanding of life and death? this really interests me bc obvs arya is the most connected to the stranger, the many faced god and the whole idea of death as a gift of mercy vs death as punishment which keeps cropping up in her story. and then that furthers her resolution with lsh bc stoneheart is a violation of life and death. its so interesting to me.

i think its interesting too. the value of life contrasted against the inevitably of death is one of the biggest themes in the series. the story is driven by human characters; their feelings, their perspective and the choices they make, but theres always that presence of mortality looming over every single one of them.

“Truth is sometimes hard to hear. Two of the central phrases are true, but they are not truths that most human beings like to contemplate. Winter is coming and Valar morghulis – all men must die. Mortality is the inescapable truth of all life . . . and of all stories, too.” GRRM [x]

it isn’t out of some nihilist mindset. it’s just the truth. arya’s storyline is about the truth as much as it is about life/death. she makes a constant effort to see things as they truly are. it’s not at all a coincidence that arya’s pov strongly features “winter is coming” AND “valar morghulis” (the only other character both appear in is tyrion iirc) so thats significant. people point out her association with death all the time, but it’s usually just so they can pretend she’s "too far gone” and won’t survive the series. theres a lot of reasons she has this connection and none of them are because she’s dying. au contraire! arya is going to be one of the ultimate stories of survival because she has been threatened by death so closely.

"You are too young to be burdened with all my cares," he told her, "but you are also a Stark of Winterfell. You know our words." "Winter is coming," Arya whispered. "The hard cruel times," her father said. "We tasted them on the Trident, child, and when Bran fell. You were born in the long summer, sweet one, you've never known anything else, but now the winter is truly coming. Remember the sigil of our House, Arya." "The direwolf," she said, thinking of Nymeria. She hugged her knees against her chest, suddenly afraid. (Arya, AGOT)

the starks are associated with death in general. theres a huge emphasis in the story on their crypt (a place of fear for many, but strength for some like arya and bran) and their house words are a reminder of mortality and times of hardship. that harsh reality is the foundation of house stark. “the hard cruel times” ned tells arya after her brother has lays comatose and her friend brutally murdered. this is her second chapter and its just a taste. arya is going to witness a horrific disregard for human life. for arya it was kill or be killed.

"So you say, but might be the boy knows something we don't, maybe it's us ought to be run . . ." Yes, Arya thought. Yes, it's you who ought to run, you and Lord Tywin and the Mountain and Ser Addam and Ser Amory and stupid Ser Lyonel whoever he is, all of you better run or my brother will kill you, he's a Stark, he's more wolf than man, and so am I. (Arya, ACOK)

the direwolves get a lot association with death too because they are hunters. life/death is just another cycle of nature and arya's got a lot of those too (moon phases, water motif). like the wolf arya values her pack. which is why losing them has, literally, threatened her own survival. arya has so much to do with death because her grief is so tremendous. every death chips away at her sense of self. a couple days ago i posted the moment where arya receives the news that bran and rickon were killed and winterfell fallen and its great example bc her immediate reaction is: “AM I STILL ARYA?” it was the same with ned and the red wedding was the worst of all bc that was her last hope to be reunited with robb and her mother. all the characters deal with this to one extent or another but only arya is so harmed by it that she’s driven to become “no one” thats identity rock bottom

All men must die. That was what the words meant, the words that Jaqen H'ghar had taught her when he gave her the worn iron coin. She had learned more Braavosi words since they left Saltpans, the words for please and thank you and sea and star and fire wine, but she came to them knowing that all men must die. (Arya, AFFC)

now, she’s in a place where they worship death. she is depressed and vulnerable and attempting to join their ranks which will require she kill herself. essentially. suicide is a core element in the hob&w. but she won’t be able to do it. (for a variety of reasons) arya hid needle, the symbol of her life, and promised she would be back, telling herself that death cannot have it!!!!!!!

“Theres a certain grim intellectual power behind the faith of the Faceless Men, valar morghulis, all men must die, and you know all men do die so it doesn’t seem to matter what god they pray to in the end they’re dead. Which would seem to indict that the god of death is a really, really powerful god and maybe one that we should pay attention to.” GRRM [x]

but i don’t think its not all bad. the things arya is learning there can be valuable. not just the abilities, but their philosophy. it’s an extremely powerful thing to accept that death is a part of life. so simple and yet so terrifying. but in the hob&w death is peaceful. their god - the god of death - is the one all “bow” to in the end.

When she took it out, he died. The horses were screaming. Arya stood over the body, still and frightened in the face of death. Blood had gushed from the boy's mouth as he collapsed, and more was seeping from the slit in his belly, pooling beneath his body. His palms were cut where he'd grabbed at the blade. She backed away slowly, Needle red in her hand. She had to get away, someplace far from here, someplace safe away from the stableboy's accusing eyes. (Arya, AGOT)

life and death are not opposites, though, as some characters in asoiaf preach. death is a part of life. huge distinction. nor can any of them truly beat death. they might defeat the others, but eventually? death will come for every single one of them. there is no true victory against death/winter in the end. that is what makes it bittersweet. arya is set up to be among the characters with the greatest understanding of that. she is still learning, though. and truthfully? arya has gotten a little too comfortable with death. how not? she was forced to kill to survive. she’s just a child and she’s wielding one of the greatest powers that exist; the ability to take a life.

"Do you fear death?" She bit her lip. "No." "Let us see." The priest lowered his cowl. Beneath he had no face; only a yellowed skull with a few scraps of skin still clinging to the cheeks, and a white worm wriggling from one empty eye socket. "Kiss me, child," he croaked, in a voice as dry and husky as a death rattle. Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand. (Arya, AFFC)

violation is a perfect word to describe lady stoneheart’s existence. when arya is confronted with her she will see that. the kindly man telling arya that “death is not the worst thing” will never be more applicable. arya urged her mother to rise and she did! in defiance of god and nature bc arya stark could not let go. but she’s not the woman she once was. death took too much that can never be reclaimed. lady stoneheart is rotting and ruthless, but………..she actively searches for arya too. there is a piece of humanity left even in one of the most monstrous beings in asoiaf (classic grrm) and arya is the key.

The night rang to the clash of steel and the cries of the wounded and dying. For a moment Arya stood uncertain, not knowing which way to go. Death was all around her. (Arya, ACOK)

that is the flip side to the entire thing because there is no death without life. one cannot exist without the other. and arya is so full of life. she is generous and spirited and angry and proud and curious and adaptable. she cares so deeply for people. she grieved mycah when nobody else cared. she tried to surrender herself to the gold cloaks knowing it would mean imprisonment and possibly death because she didn’t want anyone else to die for her like syrio. she shared her rabbit leg with gendry. she would not leave that baby behind. she washed and bound the wounds of her enemy and in doing so saved his life.

She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips. Wolves, she thought again. Like me. Was this her pack? How could they be Robb's men? She wanted to hit them. She wanted to hurt them. She wanted to cry. They all seemed to be looking at her, the living and the dead alike. The old man had squeezed three fingers out between the bars. "Water," he said, "water." Arya swung down from her horse. They can't hurt me, they're dying. She took her cup from her bedroll and went to the fountain. "What do you think you're doing, boy?" the townsman snapped. "They're no concern o' yours." She raised the cup to the fish's mouth. The water splashed across her fingers and down her sleeve, but Arya did not move until the cup was brimming over. (Arya, ASOS)

no scene better exemplifies the dichotomy of life and death than the stoney sept. arya has seen torture before. she has seen murder and rape. theres not even a hint of blame or judgement on arya’s part for the way the villagers reacted, but she shows the northmen mercy all the same. she did not move until the cup was brimming over! arya gave them one last merciful taste of life giving water, but did not look away when they were put to death. they were shown mercy and served justice.

"He is an evil man," she announced that evening when she returned to the House of Black and White. "His lips are cruel, his eyes are mean, and he has a villain's beard." The kindly man chuckled. "He is a man like any other, with light in him and darkness. It is not for you to judge him." That gave her pause. "Have the gods judged him?" "Some gods, mayhaps. What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men's souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever." (Arya, ADWD)

sam and dareon in braavos is another good example. arya saves sam when he’s about to get jumped, but kills dareon for desertion. the faceless men tell arya it is not her place to judge and this is something she will never be able to embrace. arya cannot be a hired killer. she needs to weigh their actions and condemn them by her own volition. i do expect we will see the limits of this get pushed to the brink (and possibly over) in twow. arya was able to justify killing the insurance man with a bit of effort and raff was an incidental freebie, but the faceless men don’t only go after bad men. arya is going to find this out the hard way. then she will have to ask herself a lot of questions about identity, power and authority.

She would make much better time on her own, Arya knew, but she could not leave them. They were her pack, her friends, the only living friends that remained to her, and if not for her they would still be safe at Harrenhal, Gendry sweating at his forge and Hot Pie in the kitchens. If the Mummers catch us, I'll tell them that I'm Ned Stark's daughter and sister to the King in the North. I'll command them to take me to my brother, and to do no harm to Hot Pie and Gendry. They might not believe her, though, and even if they did . . . Lord Bolton was her brother's bannerman, but he frightened her all the same. I won't let them take us, she vowed silently, reaching back over her shoulder to touch the hilt of the sword that Gendry had stolen for her. I won't. (Arya, ASOS)

i am going to, once again, jump on my arya and leadership soapbox. these are the fundamentals of being a leader. it means being responsible for the lives and deaths of people - sometimes a thousand, sometimes just a blacksmith and a bakers boy - and, for as long as you are in charge, dealing with with an unending series of morally complex problems. how to protect/provide? how to dispense justice? a leader has to truly understand the value of life and do everything in their power to preserve it while, simultaneously, carrying the weight of death for every person. this was never intended to be a glamorous, fun position. its service. and death is a part of the job description. it has been from the very first chapter in the series when bran is taken to watch his father behead a man.

"One day, Bran, you will be Robb's bannerman, holding a keep of your own for your brother and your king, and justice will fall to you. When that day comes, you must take no pleasure in the task, but neither must you look away. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is." (Bran, AGOT)

arya’s storyline constantly addresses the core aspects of leadership: crime and punishment, mercy and justice, life and death, valar morghulis and valar dohaeris. ie: mycah’s murder by the hound, her father’s murder, the march to harrenhal, her list, imprisonment, the horrors of the riverlands even and esp the ones committed by the northerners, the brotherhood without banners and their mission, the red wedding, the faceless men, ect! she is trying to find the answers, but honestly? there’s no easy answer. no one size fits all solution. there’s never going to be. but experience counts for a lot. arya has lived and survived one atrocity after another. she has been surrounded by death and destruction. she has traveled to the underworld, and yet she is still alive, still fighting, still growing.

"Her father beat her so often and so brutally that she was never truly free of pain or fear until she came to us." "Did you kill him?" "She asked the gift for herself, not for her father." You should have killed him. (Arya, ADWD)

when discussing the future of westeros, arya, usually, gets written out of the narrative. the fandom argues that her storyline is just about killing and death and tragedy she doesn’t want the job anyway. but i have always thought she has so much potential, in part, because she’s on her way to understanding death not despite it. arya’s journey has laid bare before her the real cost of war. it has threatened her existence. arya has looked death in the face, many times, and she has been afraid, defiant, unfeeling, guilty. i think she is going to truly understand the power of death in the end and not fear it, but not live in service of it either. arya will turn away from that road and run towards life.

#asoiaf nonsense #arya stark #ive always struggled to put my thoughts into words #on this topic in particular #but i did have a lot of thoughts #so thats why this is a mile long lol #and im still not sure i said what i wanted to say

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i would like to inform you that the peppa pig fic is not the only crackfic i have written, me and @nothingbetterthanrevenge have written a katthias crackfic as well :) i'll put it here bc why not but it is also not finished

Matthias was sent on a mission to find lost Grisha in Ketterdam when he met Kazoo Dazzle,a (emo)tionally constipated gang leader. At first, they hated each other and Matty thought he was seeing things when he first saw Kazoo because he's so pale he looked like a ghost. Then Kazoo revealed he goes by Kaz and because it sounds close to cheese Matty hated him even more.

Matthias went to eat at Sten’s Stockpot and ended up feeling very sick. He vomited on a tree and felt very ashamed of himself and Kaz sees him vomit. At first, they started arguing and then Kazoo said he wasn't disgusted at the vomiting but at the vomit on the tree. Matthias was shocked to find someone with the same respect for trees that he did. After Matthias went to eat at Sten’s Stockpot he felt violently ill. He collapsed on the floor. Kazoo saw his face turn green and ran over. Kazoo asked Matthias what he had eaten. He told him about Sten's stockpot. Kazoo realized he's dying and grabbed cheese out of his glove and fed it to Matthias. Kazoo saved Matthias’s life.

Matty developed a taste for cheese because of Kaz, and because Kaz= cheese, Matty fell in love. But because Kazzy hadn’t realized he’s not just straight he worried he was sick when he saw Matty. They ended up becoming friends because of the cheese. Eventually, Kazoo and Matty realized that they're gay for each other, but Matty didn’t accept it because of his religious obligations and Kazoo didn't accept it because he's supposed to be big, bad, and scary.

Kazzy started showing his "friendship" in little ways, like giving Matty cheese perfume and cheese flavoured crack and Matty reciprocated his feelings, by gifting Kazoo a life-time supply of cheese gift card. Then, Jarl Brum found out and because he hated cheese, he decided that Matty should be killed. Kaz found out about this and he shoved Matty behind some cheese crates. They confessed their love for each other.

Kazoo and Matty go on the run where they found work in a cheese factory. Eventually, neither Kazoo nor Matty could deny their chemistry. so, on the day they both had a day off in the cheese factory, Kaz decided to propose to Matty with a cheese ring. Little did he know that Matty was planning the same thing. They both went down on their knees, and proposed to each other with all their coworkers watching in disgust because the cheese smelled a bit bad. The cheese was moldy. Kazoo and Matty journeyed to Shu Han where everyone tried to kill them and they found new cheese. Everyone tried to kill them because that cheese was sacred and the two of them stole it and ate it all. Kazzy and Matty decided to go back to Ketterdam where they found Wylan. Matty immediately ran off with him because Wylan managed to make Jarl Brum like cheese. Kaz was heartbroken, and he vowed revenge.

Kaz returned to Ketterdam, vowing revenge on Wylan and Matty. He rebuilded his reputation,slowly building up trust one Dreg by one Dreg, until the Dregs became the strongest gang in the barrel. Meanwhile, Wylan and Matty made it to Novyi Zem, where Matty and Wylan realized their differences and go their separate ways. Matty decided he didn’t like the warmth and realizes his true love for Kazoo, and he regretted his impulse decision. Wylan decides to take a job on a local farmer’s farm, who moved here from The Wandering Isles many moons ago. The farmer’s name was Colm Fahey, and he was a widower. His son Jesper is extremely impulsive, and a very talented shooter. Wylan saw him and immediately had a crush on him. On the other side of the ocean, Kaz started to scheme for Matty’s “punishment”. Everytime he smelt moldy cheese, he had to stop and go to one side to stop the tears from leaking out. When he thought of cheese, he had to bury his face into a pillow. Matty was also not faring very well. When he looked at a tree, his posture immediately slumps, thinking of Sten’s Stockpot, until the memories overpowered him so much that he can’t hold it back and starts sobbing. Vowing to make things right with Kazoo, he booked a ticket to Ketterdam to go see Kazoo Dazzle.

Kaz, learning about Matthias coming back to Ketterdam, ordered three barrels of moldy cheese perfume, to remind Matty of the love he lost. Matthias was extremely anxious on the bus ride over, and brings with him a moldy cheese ring. He dreamt of reuniting with Kazoo and begging for an apology. When Matty arrives at the docks, Kaz was there, waiting for the boat. Matthias, upon sighting Kazoo, immediately was filled with anxiety.

Upon seeing Matty, Kazoo immediately was filled with anger and hatred. He couldn't believe that he

fell for that Druskelle who ran off with a merchling at first sight. Matty, sensing the tension, shows his moldy ring. Kaz's expression tensed. He snapped his fingers and immediately, 10 Dregs popped out of nowhere and proceeded to squirt moldy-cheese perfume all over Matty. Pushing his hair out of his face, Kaz said, "You should have thought before running off with that dyslexic fool. How could you, Matty? I... I thought our love was real! I... I thought you actually accepted me and my cheesy tendencies!" Tears started pouring out of Matty's eyes (but that could be because of the perfume). He told Kazoo that the moment he and Wylan landed in Novyi Zem, Wylan ran off with a farmer's son. That made him realize how very dear Kazoo was to him, and how what they had was real.

Out of nowhere, Jarl Brum walked out, munching on a cracker with spray cheese on it. He froze. Matty notices that his former mentor wasn’t doing well, and that his eyes were a slightly tinged yellow. Cheese yellow, he realized. Jarl’s face was full of white cheesy powder, and he hadn’t brushed his hair in ages. Jarl screamed “GET THAT ROGUE MATTY!!” Kazoo and Matty instantly ran off and hid behind a bush. They heard Jarl bark out orders, screaming to his druskelle to go this way or that way. Kazoo and Matty, while Jarl was distracted, darted out and fled to the barrel. “What did you do, Kazzy? Why does Jarl look like that?” Kazoo explained. “Jarl Brum got addicted to cheese crack, which had the unfortunate side effect of making him look like he was made out of cheese. Now, cheese crack is a part of the druskelle training process. Fjerda has changed it’s name to Cheeseda, and the entire nation is slowly turning into the biggest producer of cheese.”

Matty felt a mixed emotion that was a cross between revulsion and happiness. “So.. Fjerda is no longer banning cheese?”

“Cheeseda, actually, but yes. Cheeseda has declared the law banning cheese extinct.”

Matty felt a huge sigh of relief. “So, Kazoo. I…”

Kaz shut him up. “Matty. Why did you run away? I thought we were in love!” Matty explained all the cheese crack and how as soon he and Wylan had arrived at Noyvi Zem, they had realized their differences and parted ways. “I love you, Kazoo, but I love the cheese even more!”

Kazoo gave Matty a side eye and then started to laugh. Kazoo gave Matty a side eye and then started to laugh.

The laugh was not one that Matthias had heard in days prior. It was a sinister laugh, one that was carefully calculated to be the perfect amount of evil and cold. But yet, he detected a twang under the laugh. Was that pain? he wondered. Kazoo, still with that twinge of pain, chortled out one more laugh, and finally said something to Matty.

“Don’t we all love cheese?” he said. “No, what I’m more upset about is the fact that you kazually ran off and broke my heart with that mercher’s boy! Oh, I know Wylan and his father very well, and I know where he is now. I have contacts in other countries, Matty! In fact, Jesper Fahey is a dear friend of mine. We met when I went to Novyi Zem.”

“For what?”

Kaz’s smile looked pained. “Cheese crack. The Dregs are one of the biggest exporters.”

“Ah.”

Now Kaz looked close to tears. “I TRUSTED YOU! I gave nearly everything I had except for my cheese stocks, and you gave me nothing. NOTHING.”

“Kaz- wait- KAZ!”

“DONT KAZ ME!” Kazoo yelled.

“KAZOO! I only ran away to find this!” Matty knelt on the ground and pulled out a mouldy cheese ring.

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Can you do Itachi x reader x Izumi?

Like yn is like Olivia Rodrigo. I meant to say she's a singer like her and she has come to Konoha for her concert but two years ago yn confessed her love to Itachi but bc of Izumi she got rejected (make up any excuse) now yn is back for her show and she sings Deja Vu. How'd Itachi react?

do you get deja vu?

[🗼] OKAYY i have to confess I have actually thought about this more than once oka,, I love this but im not such an angst lover so I didn't make it as angsty as I previously have imagined, hope you still like this <33

also the setting is a bit weird, didn't know if modern would be as accurate so lets just stick with narutoverse singer au ???

characters: itachi uchiha; Izumi uchiha

genre: singer au ?; angsty; not too much comfort; kind of songfic; non massacre au

warnings: fem!reader; singer!reader; tw: emotional pff; jealousy; self doubting; self disappointment;

word count: 3,279

singing was always a part of you, writing about your feelings in poetry, to then sing them in front of others.

in this world ruled by shinobi, your desires weren't as supported, but at the end of the day, you still had your loved ones who helped you through the path.

itachi uchiha was one of them. you met the quiet boy during some weird circumstances, but he always admired you. you were different from the people of his clan, of this world. itachi looked out for a world without wars, battles, only peace; and when you confessed him your true wishes, he could only wish for you the best.

it didn't take long for the two of you to be very close friends. itachi only had three friends: shisui uchiha, you, and Izumi uchiha.

you met her just a few times, itachi wasn't really fond of mixing up his friendships. but what you did notice was the glances she would shoot him. you knew right away. you couldn't blame Izumi though, itachi was very handsome and of course a true gentleman.

however, it wasn't into you the jealously that would come after. you were certain itachi would spend so much more time with you than with Izumi, but you couldn't help it. you started doubting your feelings until you accepted them: you were in love with itachi.

friendship is a term that can be manipulated enough to be mistaken for love. and that was exactly your case.

when itachi got to hang out with you, it was to release some stress from the exhausting shinobi world, so he would often enjoy of many domestic activities. when you were out at the park, itachi would buy you two ice creams, strawberry was his personal favorite. you would be together in a secret spot above the hokage mountain to watch the sunrise, just before itachi had to head to his next mission. during wintertime, itachi would be kind enough to give you his jacket; he did it so many times you had to buy him a new one, unintentionally mistaking his size. he had now a smaller jacket that has written a "thank you" on the tag.

however you always remained quiet about your feelings.

countless of many things did you do together during the best years of your lives. you were certain that girl Izumi wasn't even at your level of closeness with itachi as you were.

however that wasn't true whatsoever.

it was one morning, your throat felt sore from all the signing from the previous night. you performed your best songs in front of a bunch of rich people. of course you knew the power they held, hence why you chose the best of the best.

there was a small envelope at your mail box. since the moment you glanced at the fancy writing and the gold details, you knew it was a result from your efforts. you read the letter once, twice, until you were certain what you read was true.

a two-year tour to promote your music.

you were over the moon. this was your ultimate dream and you were finally going to accomplish every goal you had set yourself.

...

you were to leave konoha in two weeks. after talking to the men that were promoting and sponsoring your new music career, you agree that was a reasonable amount of time for you to arrange your things and say a proper farewell to your loved ones.

of course one of them being itachi. but damn the way you were received.

the uchiha compound was already in your view, itachi's house becoming bigger and bigger as you walked down the road. you didn't tell him anything, not even that you were coming, so your visit would be a surprise.

after knocking at the door, mikoto met you. in her face a kind smile.

"hi y/n. what brings you here?"

you couldn't contain your grin at the thought of the news, "oh, I just came to visit itachi. I have something important to tell him."

mikoto's smile faltered a bit. she knew of your liking for his son. she loved you as much as a daughter, so she wasn't certain if you would be comfortable with what you were going to see.

"you see... itachi is a little occupied right now, my love-" she was interrupted by a voice you knew too well.

"we will be out, mother."

you arched your eyebrow as your angled your head enough to see past behind mikoto. it was itachi. he looked as handsome as any other day. his casual clothes always made him look so domestic. however, you spotted someone behind him. was it sasuke? no, it was a brown mane. oh no.

"oh! itachi... Izumi..." itachi's mother was left behind, she herself feeling the intense and uncomfortable atmosphere the three of the young adults were radiating.

"y/n...?" itachi was a little taken aback by your sudden visit. and he knew he was exposed. you would demand an explanation for this, probably. "what are you doing here?"

"umm..." an evident look of awkwardness was present on your face. you eyed Izumi. for an instance, you understood why some uchiha men claimed she was beautiful. an abrupt feeling of insecurity rushed through your body. "I wanted to talk to you about something. b-but it's okay! you look busy..." you let the obvious venom escape from that last sentence.

"don't." itachi forgot about the girl's presence next to him for a brief moment, only focusing on the two of you. gosh, when you were before him, he could only think about you. "if it's really important, I'll listen." he glanced at Izumi.

"of course! don't worry about it, y/n. if itachi needs you, that's okay!" she shot you one of the kindest smiles you had ever seen. you felt bad about your jealously and insecurity again.

"oh... well," you couldn't help but hum, thinking carefully about your next words. "remember last week I performed at that bar in front of a bunch of rich men?" itachi nodded. "well... one of them contacted me, and he offered me a world tour to promote my music!"

you couldn't hold back the contentment in your tone. you were smilling like a madman. the news still shocked you even after a week.

itachi cracked a soft smile seeing your excitement. Izumi grinned too. it was clear both of them were very happy for you, this was your dream after all. itachi walked to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

"I'm so happy for you... I knew you were talented enough for this and more..." his lips brushed your ear as he said those words in the sweetest tone, his voice low and deep. you were melting in his arms.

the world around you disappeared. your mind erased both Izumi and mikoto who were still around you. you looked up at itachi, a genuine smile adorning his handsome feature. you decided then, before leaving, you were going to confess.

...

three days previous the tour, you wanted to hang out with itachi for the last time. the next days would be full of filling up paperwork. you were sat at your usual hidden spot. the warm hues of the rising sun invading your view.

"itachi... I would like to tell you something before I go," you were decided. maybe it was to relieve this feeling off your chest finally, or because you wanted to spend the last days with him knowing you loved him.

itachi hummed, looking at you and waiting for you to continue.

"i... i don't know how to put this, but..." you started fiddling with your fingers, voice threatening to start trembling. "we have known each other for quite a while, and while I always appreciated our friendship, I guess I ended up having these deep feelings for you," you turned to look at him, gaze dominant. "and they are not what a friend should feel like... more like someone who is in love with her friend..."

the look at itachi's face was unclear. he looked shocked, but also as if he knew about this. with your eyebrows clenched together, you open your mouth, only to be shut down by him.

"y/n... I always saw you like a very close friend of mine," you smiled, remembering all the moments you had together. "but," oh no, here it comes. "I can't do this to Izumi..."

"what" it didn't come out as a question. you were feeling a bit sick on the depths of your stomach, as if vomit were to emerge from you. "I-i don't think I understand, itachi."

a soft sigh was released from his lips. "I had a feeling you've liked me for a while now... but im so sorry, y/n," his eyes were apologetic, "I can't do this to her. we have been seeing each other for a few months now. she confessed and told me many things, and I started considering her more than a friend."

your sobs died in the back of your throat. you didn't know how to feel. you knew Izumi was kind with everyone, but every time she was with itachi, she would like him more and more.

many battles and disputes were going on on your mind. what should you say? you didn't even know what you were feeling at the moment. would itachi be mad at you for not wishing them good?

"i-i... itachi,"

"it's okay. im sorry this has to be this way," of course it could have been different, "I understand your feelings. you will still have all my support always." he moved closer to you, your eyes fixated on the ground. strong and warm arms embraced you tenderly. you wonder if you had told him earlier, would you have had a chance?

...

it was torture to see them. after confessing to itachi, you didn't talk to him again.

ready to set your mind only on your career, you weren't prepared to see that image. as much as you tried to avoid them, they would appear out of nowhere.

itachi and Izumi holding hands.

itachi buying Izumi a strawberry ice cream.

itachi making Izumi laugh, happy tears running down her rosy cheeks.

it made you sick. you still didn't get your feelings through, so these images really stuck on your head.

you could have swear you saw Izumi wear the jacket you gifted itachi.

you went crying to your house that day, sleeping between sobs just the night before leaving.

...

success was written on your future. the tour was being even better than in your dreams. it benefited you so much, you were a bit overwhelmed a few times, realizing fame and money were now a part of you.

you sat on your bed at the hotel you were staying, itinerary on your hand. it was relief your new "manager," if you would call him that, left you even see the places you would be performing at.

your eyes scanned over the paper, stopping at a single word.

konohagakure.

the tour wasn't even over yet, a year and a half flying in a blink of an eye. you were only three quarters done with this and you were already coming back to your town.

you felt enthusiastic. you missed all your friends and a part of you still wanted to see him.

yes, he broke your heart. he smashed it with his bare hand, but you still felt nostalgic. and you had just the right song for him.

you wrote it mid-tour, just when you were having a breakdown. your mind playing all of the most intense experience you had over your past years, itachi's rejection being one of them. it was when an idea flashed through your mind, mental exhaustion being replaced by creativity.

word after word, you had your lyrics, and the melody was just as in your mind. you played it on you keyboard, merging both parts and now creating a new song.

people actually seemed to enjoy it a lot. perhaps they identified with your story a lot, similar things happening to them. you loved it, all the applauses, the cheers, the screams for another song. it was everything you have every wanted.

you couldn't wait to show all of this to itachi.

...

"this next song has quite a story. I definitely wrote it thinking about someone. I wish I said this to his face, but I guess im better at signing it."

you adjusted the microphone. it was at a right level, but it was just to shake your nerves off.

the melody started, your voice ready to perform. you tried hard to make out the faces of your audience, but the blinding white lights didn't allow you. you thought of itachi as you started signing, unaware that exact person was present.

itachi immediately purchased the tickets for your concert as soon as he saw the poster hanging outside his favorite dango shop. he was very excited to see you again. he knew you were almost done with your tour, but this small gig made his heart flutter. how were you? what things happened to you? how many new people had you met? did you think about him? did you miss him?

clapping loudly, he was cheerful the moment your opening song started. he loved all your songs. he knew the story of few, being there when you wrote them, but he still liked the new ones he knew you wrote along your journey.

this new next song that you said you wrote it for someone left itachi thinking. did you meet someone else during the tour? the most possessive part of him hoped not.

just as you started signing, itachi understood all the references.

it was about him.

♪ i bet she's bragging to all her friends saying you're so unique ♪

itachi knew you were talking about Izumi. he felt a sudden tug on his chest.

♪ so when you gonna tell her that we did that too? ♪

oh no. itachi always considered himself to be able to emphasize with other people, especially his loved ones. so what happened when he rejected you? he didn't think too much about how you must have felt. he felt horrible, a despicable friend.

he tried to concentrate focusing at your song, but everything that was on his mind was your feelings. of course you thought of him more than a friend, but he let himself be carried away by her, following blindly his clan's stupid hunger for keeping the bloodline pure.

maybe he did love you too.

♪ do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ♪

of course he did. everything they did together, itachi knew he did it with you. he thought it was just his way of showing affection, but actually it was because he was thinking about you.

♪ a different girl now but there's nothing new ♪

itachi didn't even notice when the song ended; he was too focused on his traitorous mind. he saw you there, sitting in front of a bunch of people. he guessed you couldn't see anything since you never looked at him. he wanted to see you more. you were staying one extra night so he might as well just try.

...

it wasn't hard for itachi to decipher your exact location. he was a skilled ninja after all.

standing in front of your door, he ran out of ideas of what to do. this was so unlike him. he always knew what to do, what to say. but with you, it was always so different.

a subtle knock was heard in your door. it was so quiet that you doubted if someone was outside. maybe they were just a bit too nervous–he was–.

you opened it, a wave of emotions danced through your body at the sight of those beautiful black eyes. itachi looked incredible that night.

your mouth made an o shape then it transformed into a happy smile. "itachi!" your boisterous voice startling him a bit. "you are here!" you couldn't stop yourself and before you knew it, you were throwing yourself at the tall boy, hugging him tightly. itachi could only stifle in your aroma, oh how he missed you.

"haha... of course im here," his smile widened. "I told you I would never stop supporting you."

it was very subtle, but before you noticed, you were catching up with itachi in your hotel room. you almost forgot about him and Izumi. at the end of the day, he was truly your best friend, and not even his rejection changed that.

he took the initiative though, changing the subject of your conversation to that of your songs. you were always happy to explain to him the meaning behind your writing, but for that song, it felt different.

"so that last song..." itachi's eyes didn't know where to land on. "I liked it."

his simple comment made you fluster a bit. "oh, thank you," an honest, kind smile on your face, "I wrote it thinking about you..." it was now or never. if you didn't let these feelings out now, perhaps you could regret it not doing it later.

"yeah, I could see that. look–"

"no, no," you stopped him as soon as those words left his mouth. you didn't want to listen to him talking about her so deliberately. "it's okay, I understand. I can't just claim those activities belong to me or something," you laughed a bit sheepishly. "I was just so... bottled up and I just let those feelings in that song," your voice broke.

"y/n..." itachi got closer, his large hand going to your cheek, caressing the small tears off your face. "we broke up."

"w-what?"

"I felt as if I was forcing myself to love her. I didn't want to let her suffer because of my inability of getting my emotions together."

you wanted to feel bad, but deep inside you, you felt relieved. you always knew they wouldn't last. maybe the most jealous and wretched part of you wanted them to fail as a couple.

the only thing that could leave your mouth was an insincere "im sorry."

"don't be. she is happy now, fortunately. Izumi is about to marry a boy I barely know a thing of," itachi's smiles were always so genuine. it only caused you to feel worse about yourself for wishing her a bad ending.

"that song..." your voice trembled, scared of messing things up again. "I wrote it when I was thinking about that time I confessed my feelings, itachi." the way your lips danced around his name, itachi could only bring himself to love it. his eyes were wide open, his undivided attention on you only. "I've meet so many great guys during this tour, but all I could think of was you..."

itachi felt yet again a tug on his chest. his heart was screaming at him to lean on and kiss you. and for the first time in many years, he let his emotions win. the hand caressing your face went behind to your nape, bringing you closer to him. his eyes closed as he leaned his lips on yours, touching them so tenderly you wonder if he was even real.

the kiss lasted a few seconds, just touching your mouths, but it felt as if the both of you were yearning for it. itachi's gaze was one of a man in love, a soft smile on his beautiful face.

"i will get back to you once the tour ends."

"i will wait for you then."

#my god #I wrote this over the week #didn't think it would take me that long #not my best work but ehh #itachi uchiha #itachi #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi #itachi x you #naruto

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alyjojo · 1 year

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Advice to Work on Yourself 💳 in May 2023: Sagittarius

Wheel of Fortune rev - Knight of Swords - The Sun

Regarding: The Lovers rev

Your reading is similar to Aries, difficult times have turned into a dream come true for you, or will, and the advice is only for you to recognize it consciously, because with this High Priestess being here, you may not. Or like, you know but you don’t think about it, the past is the past and all that, Sag isn’t always the most reflective bc emotions…why, it’s over, and Spirit is like “HULLO. Hi there 👋🏽 That was me. You’re welcome.” Maybe give Spirit some credit. I heard “A thank you would be nice.” 🤣 You disconnected from an ex awhile ago, it was a negative cycle in your life, things felt like they were falling apart and you had no other option than to walk away. You felt like everything was against you, and it probably was, luck was not on your side.

Because of this separation, you turned bitter, vengeful even, which isn’t really in character for Sag but…y’all are definitely a “fk around and find out” kind of sign. Because of this bitterness and anger, you kinda turned into a bit of a fkboy/girl, played the field. Had some fun! Maybe out of revenge, maybe to piss someone else off, maybe to compete or just show you CAN. Fk ‘em. Whatever the reason, it worked out for you, because you’ve found someone that makes you incredibly happy. The Sun ☀️ Whoever this person is fills you with excitement, they have great ideas, and they unconsciously heal the loss from whatever didn’t work out before. This person has victory, success, a dream coming true…everything that’s positive connected to them. With your artist card showing “wanting can be better than having”, with the Dead Tree charm, it’s referring to the ex. Cheetah shows once you find this new person, there’s absolutely no stopping you, it could all happen very quickly, and you’ll know right away. If you’re not there yet, you will be. You’re welcome 💜

Animal Oracle: Cheetah 🐆

“Get clear on your intention, stay focused, and move quickly to achieve your goal.”

Stop deluding yourself by thinking there isn’t enough time, there are too many other things to do, or you’re not up to the mission that’s calling you to action. These and many other beliefs are delay tactics that keep you from accomplishing what you’re here to do. It’s much too easy to play it safe by staying caught up in the mundane dramas of life rather than honoring Spirit’s purpose for you by making a run for it.

The first step is to write out your intention as clearly as possible. Keep it nearby and create an appropriate affirmation that you can repeat several times over the course of a day - one that states your intention as if it has already occurred. Then write out a sequence of action steps that will move you toward your ultimate goal. Don’t be shy or hesitant to think big - bigger than you’ve previously allowed yourself. Once you’ve set the wheels in motion by doing these steps, it’s time to move - not in some frenetic, hurried way, but steady and purposeful, designing much of your activity to support what you need to do. In all of this movement, once you’ve successfully achieved a significant piece, take a breather and moon back on how far you’ve come. Give yourself a pat on the back with each step that’s accomplished as a way of acknowledging your progress. Go for it!

Artist Oracle: ANDY WARHOL

- Eat dessert before dinner.

- Give your 15 minutes some time.

- Wanting can be better than having.

Advice:

- Make Saving Easy

- Offer to Help Without Being Asked

Charms:

Dead Tree 🥀 on Andy is an ex you probably missed and wished for before you meet/met this new person. There is no life in this connection, no real spark between you, something about this lack is what helps you KNOW later when you meet your actual person. You had to experience a Dead Tree before The Star.

Mermaid 🧜🏽‍♀️ on The Sun is magical, destiny, Spirit pulling strings behind the scenes to get you right where you need to be, when you need to be there, though you may not have understood any of that at the time.

The Star ⭐️ on 6 Wands is a dream come true. This is connected to work success too, in all directions you will feel like you’re winning, when before you felt like nothing ever worked out for you. It happened that way on purpose. It’s like your own Spirits know you or something 😉

#I died this whole reading #ofc it’s yours 😆#they got jokes #sagittarius tarot reading #advice to work on yourself #2023 #Sagittarius #tarot #free reading #tarotblr #Spotify

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socheckitout-mikey · 2 years

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heya birdies! i just did this one bc i love derek a lot. i hope y'all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! sorry if it's a bit trash, it's taken me ages to write and most of it was written at 3am one morning many moons ago lol (': - mae

*just a warning that there is a quick mentioning of being caught having sex by the pack! but no detail at all!*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Dating Derek Hale Hc's:

° okay, right off the bat, this man is soooo protective of you. he's never gonna let anything hurt you (or at least he's gonna try to ensure that).

° heart eyes mother fucker! derek has this look in his eyes that he only reserves for you and everyone (cough cough! stiles!) always brings it up but Derek genuinely just denies it point blank every single freaking time. (his eyes have this soft warmth to them whenever they gaze at you. it's super sweet.)

° you're certainly one of the people that he's playful with and the pack really enjoy seeing this side of derek more often. you help him feel less alone and teach him how to love more deeply. you're also much healthier for him than his other past relationships - *i'm looking at you kate and jennifer!*

° he'd literally do anything for you oml. derek's always doing whatever he can to help you out, although sometimes he may be slightly awkward if you're vulnerable and there are a lot of feelings on the table. over time he really gets better at feeling comfortable with vulnerability when it comes to you and others. anger isn't his main emotion any more, because there isn't as much pressure riding on his shoulders from being an alpha.

° whenever there's trouble afoot, derek wants to get you on the next plane out of beacon hills. he's not hot on the idea of you fighting against anything - even if you're supernatural or can defend yourself -. however, if you're dead set on it, he can't force you onto the plane...

° this then leads to derek understanding that he can trust you to not only handle your own corner, but you've also got his back. it's both anxiety inducing and a relief.

° so expect an overprotective derek to tag along with you. He's shielding you every chance he gets, especially if it has anything to do with explosions, cars, etc. derek doesn't fuck around.

° honestly, you end up saving him more often than not bc he's reckless™. but who's keeping score right? haha everyone!

° y'all tease each other all the time and flirt, the pack are kinda grossed out.

° "okay, who switched out Sour Wolf for the Love Puppy?" stiles snapped, pointing at derek.

° "you've got two seconds to take that back or i'm ripping your throat out with my teeth." derek snarled.

° "easy tiger! there will be no ripping of any teenage throats!" you smarted, getting in between the pair.

° "are you seriously taking his side on this?" derek grumbled down at you, disgruntled and quite frankly, offended.

° honestly, derek loves being affectionate with you - at least secretly that is -. altho it took some time to warm up to the idea and for him to get to know you. warmth and closeness doesn't come naturally to derek. it takes a long time for him to be comfortable around you, but tbh the time it took really paid off because now you've got this man absolutely wrapped around your finger.

° you never seemed to ever give up on derek - even when he was a terrible alpha and did things he wasn't proud of due to his survivors guilt, being afraid and stressed out, etc. he doesn't excuse his behaviour, but he's glad you were one of the people that remained true to themselves and supported him; even if it was just from a distance.

° cora absolutely loves you!

° "well, at least you're not a psycho, so i'll give you that."

° "break my brothers heart and i'll break your face-"

° "cora!"

° "what?! a little sister can't get protective of her big brother?"

° i mean, even peter thinks you're a great suit for derek, but he's not gonna go around saying it. any time derek or you mention it, he profusely denies the fact he's got a slight soft spot for you.

° you've adopted the hale eye roll lmaoo.

° cuddles galore! derek is a huge softie, but mainly behind closed doors. he's got this "image" to uphold in public lmaoo pls he's a softie, we all know it! chdhsvsgdhdvd

° man's treats you like royalty, like you go on the cutest and most fun dates filled with loads of adventures.

° "who knew you had a fun side!"

° "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just imply that you believed stilinski's false description of me."

° "well, its not entirely false."

° "next time you're up to bowl, i'm making sure your ball goes into the gutter."

° "sore loser..."

° derek highkey shows off all the time lol he's so perfect wtf? and he knows he's doing it too!

° "okay, people are dying, yn! can you please stop looking at your boyfriend's ass for two seconds? okay, we get it! you can bounce a quarter off of it and it'll slit your throat! But people are dying here! less ass watching and more looking at this map!" stiles barked animatedly into the air, distress and irritation evident upon his countenance.

° "okay stiles... i think they get it. let go of the map before you rip it into little pieces." scott muttered, prying the frail looking paper from his best friend's death grip.

° "you said what about a quarter bouncing off my what?" derek asked, finally coming into the scene from a quick scout around the abandoned warehouse.

° "you have a perky ass! they talk about it all the time." trusty malia let loose rather comically.

° and you know fine well derek doesn't let you live that shit down. he uses it against you whenever he can. Thanks a lot stilinski and malia!

° lydia looooves you and so do malia and kira! they definitely steal you away from derek to have some fun times with you!

° liam tends to follow you around a lot bc you put stiles in his place a lot and it is his greatest form of entertainment. stiles genuinely gets this one deadpan look from you and he backs off. liam dubs this as your party trick, but it freaks stiles out bc "oooooh look who's trying to be scary all of a sudden~"

° "what did you just say about me?!"

° "nothing!"

° dude you gotta listen to derek and stiles bitch about each other and you're literally that fucking ben affleck meme of him smoking a cigarette and rolling his eyes bc pls stfu already!

° obviously scott likes you a lot because you even derek out and bring a much more playful derek out. he's just happy there's a little less sour wolf and more happy wolf!

° isaac really adored you before he went off the france. sometimes he was like a little duckling just following you until derek started swatting at him.

° "you're gonna give them brain damage, get lost!"

° "the brain damage is from you- ow!"

° lmaoo he got a rubber spatula catapulted off of his forehead.

° you're seriously one of the best things to ever happened to him. you make derek so happy oml!

° dude the amount of times y'all get caught making out and having sex in the loft is unreal. the pack need therapy twice a week. they've just stopped randomly barging into the loft now lmaoo

° you've kinda become the second pack "mom" besides stiles. you're not as overbearing as him, and since you're not a teenager, you're like derek, often giving wise advice.

° isaac literally flocks after you and not in like a weird or crush type of way. you bring out a better side to derek that he enjoys, meaning he can get away with being more cheeky with him lol

° "okay, i like them because you're less of a heartless asshole, which puts less stress on the pack."

° "maybe you should've bitten them and let them become the alpha. yn would've been better a better alpha than you."

° "that would've required me to have died, you dimwit!"

° "i'm just saying that it could've been a great possibility...."

° we stan a savage isaac lahey in this household! lmaoo you can't deny you didn't lie when he hid behind you when derek gave him that look.

° "make him stop having murderous thoughts about me." isaac murmured in your ear.

° "maybe you shouldn't have said that whole better off dead thing." you mumbled back, still looking at derek.

° "you know i can hear you both right? i'm still in the room."

° you really admire derek. he's come a long way since the beginning, which is lovely to see. he went from an angry loner that had raging survivors guilt to being a calmer, much more compassionate man and is apart of an odd pack.

° you annoy him by calling him master shifu from kung-fu panda whenever he gives advice to scott. deaton finds this very hilarious.

° you're highkey a smart ass that gets away with so much. derek's just raising his eyebrows at you and he's giving you this look of "you're gonna get it later" and you do (;

° whenever derek smiles you go all mushy for him lol

° cuddling with him in the winter is highkey the best bc he's like a radiator lol

° every halloween you join him in scaring the children when they turn up for candy. y'all are fucking mean and I support it bc some kids fucking deserve to shit their pants.

° y'all watch a show together okay? doesn't matter what it is but you can't watch it without the other. derek loses his shit and knows when you've skipped ahead without him bc he went to visit cora in south america. he takes this shit personally!

° "i was gone for a week! you couldn't have just waited for me to get back?!"

° "it's not that big of a deal! i can rewatch it with you!"

° "no! now there's no point! watching it together entails both of us, not just one! you've ruined it for the both of us, yn."

° "okay! you're being stilinski dramatic now-"

° "WHAT IF I DID THAT TO YOU?!"

° istg it's highkey funny. he does eventually forgive you after he gets revenge on your guys latest series obsession.

° "paybacks a bitch, isn't it?"

° you hype him up when he works out, kinda being a bit sexual.

° "you know this counts as sexual harassment right?"

° "you can call the cops all you want, but the only one getting arrested is you for being fiiiinne"

° "you're such a loser..." he'd laugh.

° spontaneous play fights. he let's you win after a little while, but he never fails to enjoy softly pinning you down.

° there was that one time you absolutely handed his ass in a play fight though and he never went easy on you again.

° derek is flirty asf so be prepared for that.

° he's also pretty romantic or can be that is. like it's not really in the traditional sense but he's more spontaneous and he can plan things out quite well. he can seriously do a lot of sweeping you off your feet if you're into that stuff.

° road trips galore mate! y'all are like, "peace out motherfuckers " to the pack in their time of need sometimes fhdhdhehe

° clowning each other.

° never start a prank war with derek... you learnt the hard way!

° anything that you wanna do is usually supported by derek bc he wants you to be happy, healthy and safe. you want a career in neuroscience? fucking do it dude! you wanna work 9-5 in the diner down the street bc it's your dream? do it! he supports you no matter what your goals are in any area of life.

° derek really allows himself to become vulnerable with you, he gets that this relationship won't always be sunshine and rainbows. he's loyal and willing to get through the uncomfortable stuff to work on you guys.

° ngl you're his end game <333 he will grow old with you and probably marry you too: if that's what you want ofc.

° dating derek entails a lot of banter and love: your relationship is very meaningful and you bring each other a lot of strength and joy.

° i ship it! <33333333

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1kook · 3 years

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crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast.

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office.

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5.

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses.

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful.

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.”

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.”

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.”

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking.

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever.

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is… slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours.

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together.

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.)

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be.

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you.

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber.

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend.

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary.

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days.

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.)

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like.

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites.

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?”

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.”

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind.

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into.

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway.

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin.

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear.

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass.

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you.

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak.

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead.

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat.

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts.

They go like this:

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really.

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively.

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once.

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you.

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome.

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve.

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek.

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts.

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.”

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles.

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild.

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums.

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again.

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning.

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.”

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment.

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him.

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned.

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.”

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.”

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.”

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.”

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“—

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear.

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer.

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,” you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole.

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips.

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise.

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath.

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes.

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue.

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger. “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…”

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?”

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles.

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over.

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more.

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them.

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub.

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He’s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face.

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention.

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock.

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand.

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane.

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh.

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be.

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds.

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter.

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic.

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock.

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you.

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip.

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl.

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully.

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin.

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said.

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away.

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself.

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you.

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once.

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth.

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets.

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever.

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries.

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you.

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question.

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest.

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

#networkbangtan #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook #Jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader smut #bts fic #bts smut #mine

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☀️Stereotypical Astro Observations☀️

Some astrology observations that have already been stated but I need some serotonin because my job is sucking the life out of me with some gifs from spiderverse bc i love 💖

🤍Fixed placements are ones that will not be able to hide their reaction to you being overly affectionate or close to them when they don't know you. Leo & Scorpio are more likely to give you a 😐 face while Taurus & Aquarius will hit you with a 🤨. Fixed placements have to give you the green light before you're allowed to just enter their space.

🤍Air & Water Risings might experience a lot of unwanted attention or struggle with surface level relationships. For Air Risings, they come off as very approachable and "pleasant" -- in a sense that they'll be very friendly and sociable. However they will most likely have their 7th & 11th house in fire signs (not afraid of confrontation, ego driven, daring, fast paced in a different sense) and their 8th house will be in an earth sign (more reserved, critical, has specific tastes). Whereas Water Risings will come off as emotional sponges--even Scorpio. Strangers feel like they can trust these people to understand any and all sort of emotional trauma they've went through and dump this on them without consent or warning. 1) Forgetting that these people have their own issues and 2) they will most likely have their 7th & 11th house in earth signs, and an 8th house in an air sign (scattered but critical thinking, curious). So when strangers think these ascendants are true to their personas and start to peel back to their fiery/earthy character that hides beneath and drop them, it can be very frustrating as fire influenced people care deeply and earth influenced people need stability.

🤍Meeting someone who shares your moon sign is another level of bonding. You could not know anything about this person but will slowly start to find out that you share a bunch of the same interests or niche hobbies. I recently met someone three (?) months ago and we like the same dumb mash-ups from youtube, react to drama the exact same way (jinxed many times), love musicals--and we only have the same moon.

💛You can see why you admire certain celebrities by cross-checking your natal charts if available. I mainly recommend looking at their MC, ASC, Sun & whatever personal planet fits their career (moon & venus = creative expression, mercury = mind exploration, mars = physical output).

▪️Starting with me, we'll use Chester Bennington (it's unreliable but the other artists I admire don't...have a chart so). He has an MC in either Leo or Virgo (it's veerrryy late leo). A possible Scorpio ASC, Sagittarius Moon, and Pisces Venus. Meanwhile I have a personal planet and a DSC that would admire his MC. My Mars would also not be put off by his ASC since it sits in it's governed house and is used to its energy, and actually would be drawn to him instead. My MC matches his moon as well and wants to express itself as fluently as he did, which would explain why I admired him ♥. (also both cardinal signs)

▪️My roommate loves Jake Gyllenhaal. His MC is in Taurus, ASC is Leo. Sun & Venus in Sagittarius but his Moon is in Gemini! Makes sense. Whereas my friend has a MC & Mars matching his ASC. Her Venus is in Taurus, so she would like the way he presents himself. She has a lot of fire energy and loves Gemini Moons (has a lot of friends with these placements, can bounce their energy and thoughts around and doesn't get tired).

💛Libra Suns are interesting because they will usually be associated with their other personal placements instead of their sun signs. Even when they don't try to, they get put in situations where they have to put their interests to the side in favor of others. Since they don't get the chance to display their ego often, their other placements have a higher chance of being caught. If you give them room to actually voice their thoughts or catch them one on one, you'll be able to pick up on those Libra qualities.

💚I know I always mention this, but the combination of placements in your chart can really affect how you come off to people. I have a friend with a sun, rising, and moon all in fire placements, but their mc & dc are in air signs, so it cools that energy down a lot and that intensity doesn't come out as much as you'd expect it to. I just think this part of astrology is very Neat

💚Hate to be like, super stereotypical but Scorpio placements seriously do get put through a series of trials and tribulations in order to be comfortable in that energy (ego, emotions, communication, etc). When underdeveloped, these people have a tendency to keep themselves stuck in place and choose situations or people that are not so great for them and feel like they are "unlucky". However, with developed energies these people will notice this behavior and fix it, but can find themselves getting caught in shitty situations anyway thanks to outside forces. It can make the person feel like the world is against them.

▪️Someone with the Sun might experience situations that will force them to explore their own ego and gain confidence within themselves because others either tore them down or those that should have given them support did not. This creates that silent confidence and 'alluring' energy that people associate with Scorpio Suns since they had to build their confidence quite literally from the ground up sometimes.

Venus is associated with bad luck because...it has it LOL. Scorpio Venus has undying loyalty and tenacity in love to a fault, which can be taken advantage of, and in my opinion they will be given situations that are testing whether or not the person wants to run themselves ragged over the connected or wait for something better. I remember talking to a friend, witnessing all of their failed relationships and going 'Damn you gonna get a good one soon or what'. So if you're dealing with a Scorpio Venus who has a grip around their vulnerability this is probably why.

It's also one thing to note that Scorpio is associated with the card Death, and these events (I think) are given to these placements as a way to help them transform themselves and discover different parts of themselves to either evolve or become a better version of themselves. It can do it in a softer way but whatever

#astrology #astro obs #astro observations #astrology observations #I will...work on the platonic synastry and music astrology.....soon #I just want my head empty so fucking bad man #I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE ONE FOR THE IC/MC IN HERE BUT I FUCKING FORGOT IT RIGHT AFTER I ASKED A FRIEND FOR THEIR INPUT #so next time i guess #mygalaxypost

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I had this thought awhile ago, but wasn't aware if you and muffin were into supernatural. I just found out lmao. I can't imagine the crossover of twilight and supernatural actually being possible, but I just really want to know how the twilight characters would react to angels and other higher powers. It's just so incredibly amusing to think about. The angels definitely wouldn't interact with the vamps, their too pompous to be buddy buddy with them. But lets say that there was some opportunity for civil interaction. I'm focusing on the Volturi and the Cullens for this. How would that go? Would Edward and Aro be able to read their minds? If they can, then would they see their true form? Like, woops! There goes the eye balls. God, I feel bad for Aro lmao. Thats a millennia of info cramped in his head now.

I like to think that at one point Gabriel was just fucking around and that's how they discovered angels existed. Gabe was just like "Wow, look at that vampire government. Time to fuck shit up!" He was just in a silly goofy mood.

Aside from that dumbassery, what would twilight be like if Bella was a fallen angel? Like Anna was. Say her grace is in forks and she gets it back after she meets the cullens. I doubt Alice would get premonitions of any angelic beings. Hell, most creatures didn't believe in angels untill the apocalypse, so I'm guessing that would be the norm.

Off topic, but I also love the idea of like everyother supernatural communities just collectively hiding their existence from vampires. Especially after the whole culling of the children of the moon. I think this out of spite btw. The idea of their being no magical society (in hp) bc the Volturi and others would snatch up any "gifted" person is too accurate. It's not fun lmao. I just want everyone to collectively be like "Oh yeah, witches and shit exist. Just don't tell the vamps. Theres this long standing beef between us, y'know? Its incredibly amusing watching them think their all high and mighty."

I'm into Supernatural in the sense that I've pretty much formed my own canon and only care for the Kripke era. Season 6 had some good episodes, but the season as a whole was a trainwreck that didn't jive with what the former five seasons had given me, so I choose to curate my own fandom experience and all that, and stick to Kripke.

The Muffin has not watched Supernatural, her understanding of it comes from me ranting.

I'd think a crossover possible, with some changes made to Supernatural(this is inevitable in any context. The show is hugely contradictory, "canon" is a many-headed beast. Like Hydra). The crossover would require a world where the Volturi cleaned house with predatory supernatural creatures - demons, wendigos, werewolves, all of those guys - long before the 21st century. By the time we get to the present day they're either gone or on the brink of extinction.

Sorry, but Aro has the gift he has. The other supernatural communities are a-go if they won't bother the humans, but if they're competition for the food source or a danger to vampires (which almost every supernatural creature in Supernatural is) then it's not looking good.

This, of course, means that in the Twilight and Supernatural crossover, there are no human hunters. Maybe the occasional wacko gets in his head that he's going to hunt demons, but the Volturi guard is already on it. There is no community for this hunter to join or get information from, all the research he tries to do is corrupted by Aro, and the Volturi will kill humans who know too much.

Which in turn means no John Winchester. Azazel (or someone who took Azazel's place, as the Volturi may have killed him) still feeds baby Sam the demon blood, but John gets himself killed by the Volturi. Dean and Sam grow up in the foster system, and Dean dismisses his childhood memories of hunting monsters with his father as the sad fantasies of a mentally unstable man.

As for the Volturi and angels, you can't really have the Volturi aware of angels and still be the same. Tthere's a very real risk that Aro simply never comes up with the law in the first place. Why worry when there already exists a heavenly host devoted to protecting God's creation? Of course, he could realize that vampires might get smote Sodom and Gomorrah style if they become too much of a problem for the human population, but if so then that's giving him a different motive for forming the Volturi, which in turn might make their form different.

Better to have the angels aware of the Volturi, and the Volturi ignorant of the angels.

As for Bella being a fallen angel like Anna, this would make the plot of Twilight very different. This would mean that Bella is a traitor to the heavenly host, a desertor with a standing execution order hanging over her head. Castiel and Uriel, who until Castiel deserted and Uriel died were the sentries in charge of human issues, are the two most likely candidates to be deployed to execute her.

Which leads to a religious crisis on Carlisle's end, as he receives definitive proof of divinity in the form of angels killing an innocent woman.

The crossover potential is definitely there, but dear god it's a bleak one.

#supernatural #twilight #bella swan #supernatural meta #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #quarthly

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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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— "𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞" (𝐛. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; bakugou and you had been dating for so long, but always had to hide it. he hates hiding you, he hates seeing you sad, and you don’t know how much more you can take.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; a little bit of angst at first, but then fluff.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; bc… him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2.0k

it had been a long day at your agency, longer than usual at least. a lot of little incidents in your patrol areas, meetings, reports waiting for you to give them a final look. you checked the watch on your desk, almost midnight. by then, only the guards must have been in the building. a long, heavy sigh left your lips. you still had work to do, but the urge to go home was bigger, so after taking your things, you drove home, eager to see your boyfriend. bakugou mananged to get himself the title of number one hero four years after graduation, surpassing even all might himself. seeing him achieve his dreams filled your heart with love and pride, though it still hurt not being able to share those feelings with the world.

on your second year at u.a., katsuki asked you on a date after months of notorious flirting, no one was really surprised, in fact, among your class, everyone was happy because of your influence in the boy. your honey moon period was interrupted a few months later, on what was class a’s last sports festival. as third years already, all the attention was laid on you and your classmates. hundreds of pro heroes expecting to catch the most promising graduates, and your last chance to show you worthy. on every phase, you and bakugou would share knowing glances, secret winks at each other, little reassuring smiles from you and calming head nods from him. with all those cameras making you the center of attention, it wasn’t too hard for people to figure out what was going on between both of you. you ended sixth, only surpassed by uraraka, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya and bakugou, and were really happy with your performance. that same night, after a celebration with all your friends at the dorm, you went into your boyfriend’s room.

he was laying in bed, reading a book, but still reached out to pull you into bed. “mind if i use your computer?” you asked, him humming in agreement, too focused to pay you more attention. first you checked your personal account, when nothing entertainment surge there, you opened your official hero account. as you expected, the festival just endign a few hours ago, the tags were exploding. your face completely change when you started to read.

“so, are we just ignoring the fact that Y/N of all people was making eyes at bakugou the ENTIRE TIME?? keep it in your pants geez”.

“i’m sorry but if you think that bakuy/n thing wasn’t a stunt, you’re wrong”.

“guys. it’s as simple as looking at y/n, and then looking at ✨bakugou✨”.

“yeah it’s a no for me, like ok they’re friends but don’t make it fucking disgusting”.

and you could keep going. most of them were about how someone as great as katsuki could never lay his eyes on you, fewer were about how he was too aggressive and violent for you, and some were just people hating on both of you. tears gather in your eyes, was this what everyone thought? you knew from the beginning the difference between bakugou katsuki and you, who was lucky to even had made it that far, but you didn’t realise just how big the difference was. katsuki immediately felt something was off, so he left his book aside and grabbed your hand.

“i…” was all you managed to say before bursting in tears. bakugou hugged you as fast as he could, whispering softly calming words and leaving small kisses in your head. slowly, he took away the computer to see what made you so upset. blood starting to boil in his veins, his whole self shaking in pure rage. he got up, leaving you in the bed, still a little teary.

“i’m going to kick those losers to the moon, who the fuck are they to say those things? fucking bastards, i’ll shove their words so up thei–” he was walking back and forward in the small space of his room, stopped only when he saw you crying even harder.

“am i really th–that unworthy of you?” the voice crack made his heart break “i know i’m not perfect but i really thought that… that…” bakugou kneeled before you, looking at you dead in the eye. his hands gently reached your wet cheeks.

“don’t say dumb shit, dumbass. you are the most perfect person on this fucking planet, no one, not even youself, can say shit about that, ya’ hear me?” he did his best to calm himself down, knowing that you needed his comfort more than ever.

he took away the laptop before going into bed with you, holding you tightly in his arms. you were still crying, completely unable to get those words out of your mind. you loved katsuki, that you were sure, and he made clear several times that he loved you too, why didn’t people understand that? why it wasn’t enough?.

the next day, aizawa told both of you that in order to keep your mental health, at least until you graduate, to not make it official. he explained how sometimes, pro heroes had to keep their private life in check just to make things a little easier, as unfair as it sounds. so you waited, you graduate and held the impulse of kissing your boyfriend, hugging him, even look at him. it’s okay, only a few more days. katsuki sign a contract for two years with best jeanist, the number three hero at the time. you, on the other hand, had been offered to work with the lurkers, a team conformed by edgeshot, their leader, kamui woods and mt. lady, signing a similar contract to your boyfriend’s. you were overflowed with happiness, your dream had come true, finally you could call yourself a pro hero. you weren’t an intern, you were their equal.

“look, you are a great hero, but you are just starting” edgeshot had call you into his office, the manager of public interactions was next to him, talking to you “i did my research, and i’m going to have to ask you to keep this relationship of yours with ground zero a secret. you have so much potential, you need to leave a good impression or your hardwork would be for nothing.” you looked at your boss, seeing the uncomfortable look on his face. no one liked to ask those things, but sometimes there were sacrifices to be made.

“i have to talk with him first” was all you could say.

it killed you. not being able to love katsuki, to live a secret. most of the time all you wanted to do was scream in the middle of the street, where everyone could hear you. you loved bakugou katsuki, and he loved you, you wanted to spend you whole life with him, without hiding, without lies, without wondering if you were good enough for him. but it couldn’t be. now, four years later, both of you with your own agencies and a steady career, it still couldn’t be. again and again, no matter how many advisors you hired, everyone reached the same conclusion.

katsuki was waiting for you in the couch, watching a movie. instantly, you crawled to his arms, searching for reassurance. at least he was still the same.

“oi, are you okay?” even if his voice came out harshly, you knew he worried.

“i’m tired” you hid your face in his neck, intertwining your legs with his. you didn’t want to cry, but it was impossible to keep all the tears from falling.

“look at me” he said, lifting your face from your chin “what is it?” his eyes creeped inside yours, you hated making him worry, he lived the exact same things you did, but there you were the only one crying.

“i’m tired of this, bakugou” to hear his last name coming from you froze him in his place, what? tired of what? of him? you wanted to break up? “i can’t do it anymore” the way you grabbed his hand gave him confusing signs. “i want to go out with you, to hold your hand in public, i wanna kiss you and hug you whenever i want to, fuck, i want a normal relationship”

oh. it was that. bakugou sighed, a bit relieved. he understood, it was hard on him too, but at the same time, was all both of you knew. your relationship never had a normal phase, he couldn’t even remember the last date you had. how could he miss something he never had? of course, you were different. for some reason, the media had always been harsher on you. if it wasn’t your love life, it was your hero costume, or the way you did your job, how you didn’t have children, that forever tired face you got, they’d always find a new thing to complain. but you had your own fanbase, a lot of people who supported you, not for nothing you were the number four hero. being honest, katsuki didn’t know what to say. he hated seeing you like that, after all those years.

“let’s go out” he talked while getting up from the couch, lifting you with him “put on something comfy, hurry” when he saw you staring blankly at him, he took you from your legs as a bag of potatos “dammit, woman”.

once you got out of your surprise, you did as you were told after your boyfriend left you on the bed. his eyes glowed with a different shine, one that had disappeared a long time ago.

you got in his car, him driving. katsuki seemed happy, and that eased your anxiety. after a while, he parked in the middle of town. despite of the hour, there was a lot of people there, just as he expected.

“we can’t do this” you said, still a bit doubtful.

“of course we can, i’m going out with my girlfriend, i’m going to hold her hand, and i’m going to kiss her whenever the fuck i want, because she’s the baddest bitch out there and doesn’t deserves to be hidden from anyone”.

he said that. your heart raced, your cheeks heated up, what was going on? your belly had a thousand butterflies trying to escape. he said that. for the first time in five years, you kissed him without double thinking. a kiss filled with loved, confidence, feelings you couldn’t even describe.

he got out of the car first and opened your door, reaching out a hand. you were together in this, whatever happened wouldn’t be as bad, because you had him. there wasn’t anything else you needed but bakugou katsuki.

he explained what he planned while driving, you were going to go to every store you wanted, holding hands, sharing kisses. you were going to take pictures and share them with the world. you wanted an ice cream? then both of you would walk the entire tokyo to get you one, not minding the looks, the whispering. this was you and him.

and you did, you spent the most awesome night together, phones exploding with calls of both of you agencies. it didn’t matter.

you ended in a viewpoint, sitting in the back of your car watching the sun rise. a blanket provided the warm lacking from you bodies, even though you were cuddling. every time bakugou was at peace with you, unconsciously started to sing under his breath, in a really low voice. feeling his chest under your skin, his fingers tangled in your head, hearing his deep melodic voice. that’s how you wanted to spend your life.

“marry me” he said, his heart didn’t even race its pace. he was so calm, because he knew that your love was mutual. “c'mon, dumbass, marry me”.

“i love you” was all that left your mouth. he took it as a yes, and he was right. a soft smile curved in his lips, you were his, and he was entirely yours.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bnha #bakugou imagine #bakugou headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou #mha imagines #mha bakugou #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero acadamy #bnha fic #mha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #– star's; originals! [❀]

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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hi! today is my birthday (yeah, a day before his) and as a big fan of yours that i am, i know that you made a one-shot for his birthday, but could you do it like it would be if it was your first birthday with him? i reeeally appreciate and love your work! keep doing this, you're amazing! thank you!!

ok the daddy kink gotta go on pause bc we have an EMERGENCY called it's a baddie's birthday! 🥳 happy birthday babe i hope it's as special and lovely as can be! also thank you that made my day of course i'd be happy to write a one-shot like that :)

summary: reader reunites with Matthew for her birthday after his absence on a week-long trip.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk.

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after lighting my favorite candles on the bedside table and smoothing out the wrinkles on the bed, I climb onto the mattress and fold my legs up beneath me, criss-cross applesauce. there's a warm, peachy light that falls onto the white comforter, aureate and gentle when I straighten my spine.

I have spent my birthday so far dealing with tired limbs and people I don't like; the only good part so far was getting lunch with a couple of my friends, but something still feels absent.

that something is Matthew.

he's been in Los Angeles for a week, and I miss him like crazy. the apartment is cold and hollow without him in it, despite the numerous objects of his that decorate every nook and cranny. a star and moon mobile hangs above our bed, which sounds childish but actually is fun for both of us to look at when we're lying together at night.

our eyes always follow as the crescent and circle shapes cross each other in a slow circle while we talk. and every time he's gone, his side of the bed gets cold. I miss his mouth and the shape of his arms when they enfold me. I've never been much for showing affection, but I would cover him in kisses if we had all day together.

absence makes the heart grow fonder, I guess.

he's coming home tonight and I've been looking forward to it for days now. even our kitten, Clarisse, lifts her head every time someone in the hallway of the building passes. she likes to sit between us whenever she can.

I let my thoughts roam freely as I take deep breaths and center my mind. it's hard to reign in the joy I feel at the memory of him. I haven't had an orgasm since he left, not because I haven't had the motivation, but because Matthew has created a new rule.

neither of us can pleasure ourselves until we see each other again. technically, I suppose we could break the rule and there would be no ramifications-- but it's kinda fun, to be honest. every night he calls me, and every night he tiptoes around the things he wants to do when he gets home. he can always hear the shortness of my breath when he says anything erring on risqué, asking what I'm wearing or if I've been thinking of him. of course I've been thinking of him; my nights swell with apparitions of his touch, moving over my skin without any tangible reality.

it usually ends with him tsking and telling me to be patient while I dig my fingernails into the inside of my thighs, resisting every urge within me to get off to the sound of his voice. he does it so well, too. all deep and desirous when he tells me to be good.

even as I sit here on the bed, a tingling feeling starts in my stomach. I want him too badly, and waiting has been absolute torture. I remember two nights ago, when I was sitting in his favorite armchair with my knees tucked into my chest, speaking softly to him.

"what have you been up to?"

"nothing out of the ordinary: filming, drawing... thinking of you." he had said, the last three words igniting a flame in my stomach. I love to hear him say that.

"anything in particular?" I started to trace absent-mindedly over the skin of my calves.

"thinking about how good you'd look with your hands between your legs." his voice was somehow silky and raspy all at once, like the idea of it was arousing him. I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together.

"stop tempting me."

"why?"

"you know damn well why." I giggled. he sighed on the other end of the line.

"I'm starting to hate this rule."

"you made it!" I argued, practically able to hear the mischievous little smile on his face.

"I know, but I wanna hear your noises."

"Matthew..." I blushed, even though he wasn't right in front of me.

"I can't wait to hear you scream that." the drop in his tone made goosebumps rise over my skin.

"are you hard right now?"

"maybe." he hesitated. I felt every cell in my body begging me to cheat our rule-- maybe bend it slightly-- but I hold true.

"get home, then, and I'll suck the soul out of you." I laughed a bit and heard him move in his seat.

"stop teasing."

"you're one to talk," I glanced out the window at the city glittering, full of so many people and empty of him. "I should go before we fuck this up for ourselves."

"no..." he whined like a needy puppy for a moment. "just talk to me normally."

"fine," I pretended to be disappointed. I didn't want to hang up, anyway. "do you wanna hear about my coworkers? that's guaranteed to eradicate all sexual thoughts."

...

he texts me half an hour later, as I blow out the wicks of my candles and watch the rest of the sun disappear. I love nighttime. he's on his way and I get butterflies, despite the fact that I already know what's coming.

instead of waiting giddily with Clarisse, I elect to take a hot shower and wash the day from my bones. I feel more at ease now that I've had some time to sit with my thoughts, although they've made me even more sexually frustrated.

it's only when I'm drying my hair and sitting in my new lingerie slip dress that relief walks through the door in the form of Matthew and a pizza from our favorite neighborhood place. I hear him come in, practically leap up and run into the living room.

"hi!" he greets, standing in the entryway with his suitcase and a scarf thrown casually around his neck. he shuts the door just in time for me to get to him.

"hi hi hi!" I attach myself like a parasite, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him tightly.

"happy birthday, my sweet girl," he kisses the top of my head and lets out a chuckle at my affection. "can I set my stuff down, quick?" Clarisse brushes against his leg.

reluctantly, I disentangle myself and take the pizza box from his hands and carry it into the kitchen. he makes a high-pitched whistle noise as I walk away, bending over to greet our cat.

"liking the view." he jokes. I set down the box and return to him, removing his scarf and coat with something of an impatience.

"shut up," I laugh. he starts to kiss my cheekbone, smiles against my skin while I peel off the winter layers. he's got too many clothes on. "you didn't need to pick up a pizza."

"it's your special day-- I wanted to get you the finest cuisine in Manhattan." he replies sincerely. I bite back a grin and stare up at him, completely and utterly in love with his stupid turns of phrase.

"it's gonna get cold, though."

"why?" he frowns. I answer by pulling him in for a voracious kiss, cupping his face in my hands. after a moment of us pressing our torsos together, he grabs the backs of my thighs and I jump, letting him hold me up. one of his hands rests beneath my butt, squeezing the flesh while we embrace.

"you're gonna drop me if we don't get to the bedroom soon." I giggle into his mouth. he playfully smacks my ass and carries me into our favorite place, slamming the door shut with his foot and setting me down on the mattress. I smile at his perfect features, wanting to both tear into him and preserve this moment in time forever.

he climbs onto the bed, pushes my legs apart and runs his hands along the outside of my thighs to hitch up my slip. I raise my eyebrows but don't argue when he gathers the dress up around my waist and yanks my panties down.

"I've been thinking about your pussy all day." he kisses the skin above my knee, moving much too slowly up my legs while he holds them open. I feel my hips leave the bed in eagerness, and he glances at my core hungrily. "you're dripping, baby."

"don't make me wait any more." I roll my eyes and he places the flat of his hand over my center, barely stimulating me while pushing me down. he knows the effect it has from the tortured whine I release.

"the best things come with time." he winks and continues his open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs. his head is between my legs, but not nearly in the way I'd like it to be. I crave more; he knows it. he licks over a spot near my pussy and I moan.

"sensitive, huh?" he raises an eyebrow. I run my fingers through those unruly curls, tug.

"don't act as if you aren't just as turned on right now."

"delayed gratification is a skill, darling." he's smirking and it's driving me wild looking at him in this position, not doing anything. he peeks at my body again before meeting my eyes. "you're dragging this out by talking, by the way."

"oh my god." I throw my head back into the pillow, but go silent as he starts to resume his movements. finally, slowly, he licks up my entrance, pausing at my crest to flick his tongue. I gasp and look at him, his focus all on my face.

he rolls his mouth expertly over me, dipping between my folds to taste and releasing a greedy moan before starting to lap and play with it like he can't stop himself anymore. this time, when I grip his hair, I use it as leverage to grind against him. he feels so good, the sounds coming from my lips are truly unhinged.

"oh, shit, shit-- just like that." I choke out. every part of me clings to him. he wraps his hands around my thighs and yanks me down the bed so he can do more with me. every action with his tongue is like a delicious torture, him exploring all the parts of me as if he's never tasted them before. when he runs his teeth gently across my clit, I moan loudly.

"so hot, Matthew, god, please--"

he doesn't even stop to tease me at all. judging by the darkened irises and blown-out pupils, he's lost in his own world while he eats me out. I can feel the pads of his fingertips gripping onto my skin as if it's his only tether to reality. he behaves like someone inebriated, trying new tricks and thrusting his tongue into my entrance. I'm already close, and he can feel from the insistence of my sounds.

he pulls away for a second and I whine, but he puts two fingers over my clit and rubs me like crazy while he talks.

"is this what you wanted for your birthday, sweetheart? to cum?" his mouth is glistening with my essence, lips swollen, while he holds my gaze. I'm whimpering.

"we're gonna have dinner after this and then for dessert, I'm gonna give you what you want," he pants and I can see the erection straining against his clothes. "okay?"

"mhmm." I buck against his touch, which is bringing me closer with every passing second.

"I'm treating you until that little pussy can't take it anymore." he bites his lip and watches me squirm. I'm almost to the edge and I know what will finish me.

"I need your mouth." I beg him hopefully. Matthew grins.

"whatever you want, baby." and with that, he bends down again and replaces his talented fingers with his lips, flicking and running over my clit until I can feel my stomach tensing.

"fuck!" I cry out, rolling against his face and climaxing intensely. my eyes squeeze shut at the tightening of all my muscles. my skin is on fire as I clutch at my tits through the fabric of my dress and feel my back move off the bed. he's pulling my legs up so that he can work me through my orgasm at an angle, harshly sucking at it until I'm completely worn out.

he puts me down and I breathe deeply, try to settle the quickness of my pulse.

"how was that?" he asks, rubbing over my legs affectionately while I come down from my high.

"amazing." I sit up and start to tug at his belt in the hopes of undoing it, but Matthew removes my wrist and shakes his head. I peek up at him with a curious, disappointed expression.

"it's your day, remember?" he says it so lovingly with a slightly higher pitch than normal, soft and laced with kindness. I look at his erection, anyway, always wanting the sight of it.

"that can't be comfortable."

"oh, it's not." he laughs. I let him lift me off the bed and he guides me to the kitchen on my slightly weak legs. everything about him leaves me like that.

Matthew and I eat pizza and drink champagne while he tells me about his trip, about all the cool people he met and places he went to shoot. he shows pictures of the cast and him making silly faces, and a bakery he saw.

"all the pastries are named after amazing women," he grins and presents a photo of the interior, which is full of flowers and hues of rich blue. "so I obviously thought of you."

I smile through my bite of food, heart fluttering. he shows me a picture of a half-eaten cookie that has the silhouette of a woman on the front, sitting in a chair. it's very 1800's-looking.

"it's supposed to be Jane Austen."

"I'm jealous." I grin.

"I'll take you sometime." he puts his phone away and we go back to talking normally. I could watch his lips move forever, listen to his voice forever. there's a quality to his speech that is entirely unique, that draws me in and makes me want to claim him for life. I didn't know it was possible to want someone so completely.

I rant about the things I had to deal with today, and he chuckles at my naturally indignant tone. by the time I run out of steam, we're just sitting with pleased expressions on our faces. even when I'm angry about something that's happened earlier, he knows how to make me forget all about it.

"it would be fun for everyone to meet you." Matthew toys with the napkin in his lap. I sigh.

"as long as there's alcohol involved, sure."

"why?"

"they make me nervous!"

"you have no reason to be nervous," he shakes his head slowly. "they'll love you."

"that's the thing-- I want them to like me so badly, I'll do something to mess it up."

"you couldn't. you're adorable when you're shy." he reaches under the table and squeezes my knee reassuringly. I try to smile, but my stomach twists up at the thought. it's easy for Matthew; he's so uninhibited.

"you say that now, but it'll be a different story when I've managed to fall on my face in front of everyone."

he snorts. "okay, that would be kind of funny."

"hey!" but I'm hiding a smile.

"they'll love you," he keeps his hand on my leg as he looks at me. "you wanna know how I know?"

"how?" I wait patiently for his reply. he leans forward in his seat and beckons me closer.

"because you are the sweetest--" he kisses me. "smartest--" another peck. "funniest girl I know."

"stop." I deadpan as I turn my face away just enough for him to nuzzle my cheek with his nose as I laugh.

"not to mention the sexiest one, too." he whispers in my ear. I put my hand on his shoulder, intending to push him away playfully but finding myself not wanting to.

"I knew that's where you were gonna take that." I roll my eyes. his other hand has been creeping progressively up my thigh until his fingers brush my core. I suck in a breath, remembering that my panties are still in the bedroom.

"you want me to prove it to you?" he starts to stroke over me, gathering the wetness on his fingers that already waits for him. I let out a slight moan as he dips inside and curls his digits.

"mhmm."

he starts to finger me easily, adding a second and pumping them inside while I grip the edge of the table and watch his face concentrate on mine. he's rough and deep, the result of not having his own orgasm earlier. I can see the lust in his eyes like he can't wait to dive in. all that comes out of my mouth are chants of his name, begging for him as his thumb toys with my clit. my walls clench and his jaw hangs open with a slight smile.

"do that again." he says. I obey, squeezing my thighs around his wrist. he feels so good there, and he's not even doing that much. "god, I can't wait for you to do that on my cock."

"fuck me, then." I breathe.

"gladly," he removes his fingers so suddenly, I make a disappointed noise. "get on the table, sweetheart."

"the-- the table?" I glance down at the surface. he nods in complete seriousness. oh, wow.

we clear off the two plates and down the rest of our champagne, his lips capturing mine easily the second I turn around from putting them in the sink. he walks me back to the table, never breaking our contact, before I end up sitting on it. he's between my legs, pushing his hips to mine while he moves my dress up again.

I hum into his neck while he starts to grind against me, undoing his belt and breathing quickly in my ear. I can feel his length through the fabric, feel how desperate he is. I scoot closer to the edge and try to get more.

"are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick?" I peek at him. he tilts my face up and I feel myself sink into those dark circles around his eyes. my beautiful, haunted boy.

"I need to be inside you." he says it without an ounce of humor. every word weighted with desire as he holds me there. my insides feel like they've been electrified, nerves sparking. all I can do is nod fervidly and pull his shirt off.

he takes off his bottoms and stares back at me, stroking his cock while I trail my nails down his chest, abdomen, whatever I can find. he's so gorgeous, I want to leave marks just so I can make sure he's real. he rubs himself in my essence, then pushes the head inside.

"Matthew--" I bite down on his shoulder to silence myself as he stretches me out. it hasn't even been that long, but it feels like the first time. his head dropping down with a long, low groan of pleasure.

"I missed this." he sheathes himself inside, deep, and I feel my walls tightening around him. there's a pressure on my clit from the position we're in, too. I whine on it, letting myself wiggle impatiently.

"move." I whisper. he starts to withdraw, only about halfway, before going in again. I throw my head back at the force of his thrust, so greedy. he's groaning softly while he presses his mouth to my throat, the flutter of his breath over my skin causing shivers to run up and down my spine.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts to find a rhythm with my body. nails dig into his back as an anchor. the closeness of his chest to mine is comforting.

"do you know how hard it was not to get myself off, baby?" he says, the words threaded with a needy tone. I shake my head and pray he'll keep talking. "every night I'd think about you and I couldn't do anything about it."

"you could have." I taunt.

"this is better," he goes faster, clutching at my waist and legs to pull me closer. "so much better."

"yeah?" I giggle, although it's hard when he's pounding into me so hard. I cling tightly and try to meet his thrusts. he's hitting different angles within me that I didn't even know existed, tearing me apart in the absolute best way.

"I wanna be inside it all day." he moans. I'm scratching his back with the way we're working together, every word out of his mouth and the sounds he makes causing me to lose my mind. his fingers dig into my ass as he slams into me. the table shakes beneath.

"that feels so fucking good." I grab on and roll my hips against his. his hand moves to my shoulder to push the straps of my dress down.

"let me see you," he tugs them until my tits are out, at which point he grabs my waist and pulls me against him, moaning loudly at the feeling. "pretty girl."

I can feel the tidal wave building within me, the seconds that gather into one wild, exquisite torrent of pleasure. the knot in my stomach tightens as he fucks me.

"I'm gonna cum." tears prick the back of my eyes. he's working my figure so perfectly, I can barely see. my legs are shaking before I even reach the culmination.

"good." he gets erratic as he imagines how pleasurable it'll be to have me clenching around him, and I sink below the surface. my hips jerk and I cry out like it's my last time being with him, his name pouring from my mouth. Matthew speeds up.

"so... tight--" he shudders. "oh fuck-- that's it, baby, that's it."

he spills inside and it prolongs our orgasms, both of us breathing hard while I remove my arms from his shoulders and lean back on my hands against the table, him still thrusting gently into me while we hold eye contact.

when he's finished, he removes himself from me and then we're just there, looking at each other with love all over our faces.

"happy birthday, Y/N." he grins.

"can you give me one more gift?" I bite my lip. he frowns.

"oh, I have several gifts for you in my suitcase--" he starts to say with a laugh, then sees that I'm not referring to anything tangible. "yes, anything."

"can you Clorox this table, please?"

Matthew kisses my cheek. "of course."

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Hi! First of all, thank you so much for running this blog, It's become one of three reasons why I haven't yet committed arson (I jest but the Feeling is true). [Hee, hee, hee.] I have a rec for you! It's called "wholesome life usurp immediately" by comfect on ao3 and it's. So good. It's unfinished but the author updates it literally every other day if not faster! It's a lovely fic, I hope you enjoy it. 🌻

Wholesome Life Usurp Immediately

by Comfect (T, 55k, yunmeng sibs, qingli, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: Wen Qing examines Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses and has a cure for her poor cultivation.

Now there are Three Prides of Yunmeng.

Everything kind of fixes itself from there.

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hello mojo!! I would really like to recommend standing still (but we keep going) by lwjromantics!! it's really good!!

standing still (but we keep going)

by lwjromantics (justfantaestic) (T, 5k, wangxian)

Summary: Lan Wangji supposed that if having to take care of little A-Yuan and Mo Xuanyu and having to look at the reminders of Wei Ying in their habits and mannerisms was punishment for his actions, he would willingly take it and flay his own back open.

— There are children in the Burial Mounds.

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hii mojo! I just read this cute fic and I loved it so I wanted to rec it :)

Word Up, Talk the Talk

by Larryissocute (G, 2k, wangxian)

Summary: It wouldn’t have been a problem (it really wouldn’t) if they weren’t best friends. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what good deeds he did in his past life to be blessed with Lan Wangji as a friend nor does he know what evil things he did to be cursed with being only a friend to Lan Wangji.

Or the one where Wei Wuxian kisses Lan Wangji and then runs away.

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Hey! Love your account — and proud of you for taking the hiatus you needed. [Lol - it was really nice!] Idk if you take fic recommendations, but I'd love to rec Roots by ardenrabbit. Fantastic characterization, I really love it!

Roots

by ardenrabbit (E, 46k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: After Wei Wuxian's duel with Jiang Cheng, he finds that stab wounds aren't so trivial when he doesn't have a core to heal them. He wakes to find Lan Zhan in the Burial Mounds with him, already beloved by the Wens and making himself at home. When Lan Zhan tells him that he wants to stay and offers more help than Wei Wuxian knows how to accept, he fears that it's only too good to be true.

Lan Wangji knows that Wei Ying is doing the right thing, and he couldn't live with himself if he let him do it alone. For everything Wei Ying has sacrificed, Lan Wangji is determined to give something back to him.

Hanguang-Jun has turned his back on the clans to join the Yiling Wens and their demonic cultivator leader, and every clan has a different opinion on the matter.

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Hello! I wanted to rec a fic on ao3 called "Restoration" by jelenedra. It's complete, an alternate universe of the sunshot campaign told nonlinearly. It has strong fairy tale and fae elements, with a touch of mystery. Bit of a fix it. Some delightful one liners, and the final ending imagery is just LOVELY. The fic deserves much more love. There's also some YilingWei, wwx not raised by Jiang, and sentient Burial Mounds elements. Enchanting read that keeps you enthralled and curious and intrigued.

Restoration

by jelenedra (M, 85k, wangxian)

Summary: They say he was thrown into Luanzang Gang by the man who killed his parents; they say that he is an immortal cultivator who had been in a deep trance until the Wen sect disturbed his rest and incurred his wrath; they say that he is the fierce corpse of a cultivator who had somehow regained his mind and his spiritual powers.

When Lan Wangji sees him for the first time, he understands why people talk.

Meng Yao wants safety. Xue Yang wants vengeance. The Sunshot Campaign wants victory. Yiling Laozu provides, for a price.

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I usually read all your recommendations. Thanks for gathering all good recs of wangxian. I am in love with every single story your recommend especially the favorites. [I’m so glad!] I just wanted to suggest a fic i came across while searching for phoenix!wwx. Its a new story I think as author has published it today. The first chapter was very interesting that i thought ill recommend it you and know your opinion. The legendary phoenix and his dragon -Devipriya and Hidden Path to Love by ShadowTenshiV

Hidden Path to Love

by ShadowTenshiV (G, 78k, wangxian)

Summary: Wei Ying is a servant working at the Gusu Lan castle. One day he enters through a secret passage way connected to the library where he meets a Lan for the first time. He may have left quite an impression, gaining the other´s attention and slowly becoming friends. They would like to become something more, but a servant can´t be with a prince, but maybe his secret can change that.

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hello mojo! i was wondering if I could make a fic rec? it’s called “and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow” by izanyas. it used to be on ao3 but the author has since moved it to eir own website and has started posting updates there. i was wondering if this could also act as a signal boost bc some old readers on ao3 might not have known that it is now on another website. Author's been through a tough time so I think it deserves a lot more love.

For new readers, please mind the warnings in the prologue and the beginning of each chapter! it’s omegaverse and a very heavy read as it deals with (possible spoiler) off-screen rape that results in an unwanted pregnancy, as well as secondary gender oppression which runs deep, but for people who can bear it the writing, worldbuilding, and emotions are truly spectacular.

and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow

by izanyas (E, 270k, wangxian, WIP, link is to WordPress rather than AO3)

Summary: Cangse Sanren was the first of her kind to become a cultivator. Talented, passionate, free-spirited, she bested everything that ever came her way until the very end.

Jiang Fengmian refuses to see her son deprived of that same freedom.

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Hello Mojo! I dunno if this's been recced before, but here's another ficrec for you? It's complete, on ao3, "The Third Young Master of Qishan Wen" by KouriArashi. It's 'if wwx was raised by dafan wen, but gets recognized as 3rd heir due to his skill' scenario. Some really nice banter and characterization. Wwx and lz get together before the sunshot campaign. Story follows the live action but diverges into au, and does some cool callbacks to original canon. Love Meng Yao in this! [Oh, I know KouriArashi from my last fandom, I love her works!]

❤️The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen

by KouriArashi (T, 139k, wangxian, my post)

Summary: The fic where Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Dafan Mountain Wens instead of the Yunmeng Jiang.

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Hi Mojo! I can count the number of times I’ve spoken on Tumblr on one hand (I’m shy heh) but I found this fic that I think you and others would really like? I’m a sucker for emotional hurt/comfort and this was just too sweet for me not to share (did I go through 20 pages of bookmarks just to make sure you don’t already have it? Maybe …) [Aww, you can do a sidebar search in the bookmarks for the author’s name. But I hope you found other good fics by carding through the whole catalog!] It’s “Close Your Soft Eyes” by timetoboldlygo! I also wanna say thank you for all the hard work you put into this blog! It’s a treasure beyond compare. :D [Thank you so much!]

Close Your Soft Eyes

by timetoboldlygo (G, 12k, wangxian)

Summary: When Lan Wangji woke, the first thing he noticed was the slip of paper, folded and tucked between his index and middle fingers, not Wei Wuxian’s absence. His fingers trembled as he unfurled the paper. A donkey with a little smile beamed down at him.

On the nights that Wei Wuxian was gone, Lan Wangji woke to gifts on his pillow.

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Hey Mojo! I love your blog it is beyond awesome! [Thank you!] I was wondering if you would consider reading JaenysBloodcourt series "A Bond to Takes us home"? The summary is weird but I like the fics and would love to hear your opinion on LWJ POV (it's part 2). Part one is Mingxian but part two (Wangxian) reads as a standalone for the most part. Anyways, thank you for all your hard work! <3 [I’ll put it on my list!]

A Bond to Take Us Home

by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 10k, mingxian - nmj/wwx, wangxian, series in progress)

Summary: Wei Wuxian has two soulmarks. He has two soulmates that seem to be the opposite of him. During his first life he meets both of them, loves only one and longs for the other. In his second life, the one he loved first is dead, and the one he pined after is pining after him.

These are the many tales of his soulmates and the raucous they made across the cultivation world.

Some are dark, some are light. Beware.

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I forgot to send this in for Mother's Day a few weeks ago, but have you read dragongirlG's "into the light of a dark black night"? It's a short canon divergence where Mama Lan escapes the Cloud Recesses after spending one last, heartbreaking night with her sons. It's so beautiful and bittersweet! [Oh, ouch. I just read this author’s time travelling juniors au, but hadn’t seen this one.]

into the light of a dark black night

by dragongirlG (T, 3k, Madam Lan & sons)

Summary: The night that Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, plans to escape from the Cloud Recesses, she runs into an unexpected complication.

That complication comes in the form of her younger son A-Zhan running up to her door and kneeling in front of it, hushed whimpers escaping from his throat.

Wu Yuhua knows it's not the full moon, knows that it's not the one day a month she's allowed to see her children—but like hell is she going to leave her six-year-old son out there trying to stifle sobs in the snow.

She opens the door. "A-Zhan," she says, bending down and reaching out a hand. "Come in, my sweet boy."

On a snowy night in the dead of winter, Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, unexpectedly spends one last night with her sons before escaping from the Cloud Recesses.

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Hello queen I’d like to recommend for ur follower rec posts Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi. Banger of an ATLA au, def the best one I’ve seen. It’s a WIP but the author updates pretty regularly and it’s all around an A+ fic [Oh, yes, I’ve been waiting for this one to finish before I jump in.]

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender

by KouriArashi (T, 123k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: You know the drill. Long ago, the four nations lived in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

100 years later, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli find Wei Wuxian sealed in an iceberg.

Featuring: avatar WWX, waterbending JC, firebending Wens, airbending Lans, earthbending Nies and Jins, Jiang Yanli in possession of the brain cell, et cetera.

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[My ko-fi.]

#follower rec #wangxian fic rec #I HAVEN'T READ THESE YET #wangxian #mdzs #follower recs

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