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itsbeaconhillsbaby · 3 years

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shatter us || tom holland x reader

a/n: hello gorgeous people. this is not the cutesy road trip fic that I have planned - the follow up for a luminous love. but instead just a little sprinkle, little dash of some angst for your casual sunday. yikes, I hope you all still enjoy (still ends fluffy bc I'm not a heathen...yet)

since I love hearing your thoughts so much, is there anything you’d personally like to see from me, alongside what i’m working on? hit me up and I might just work on some fic for you, got a full week off work so let me know! as always, stay wonderful and come chat! x

word count: 2166 warnings: we do have a swear and some smashed glass, some sad thoughts but nothing too dark or dangerous - very tame summary: emotional outbursts lead to some much needed conversations

6:10.

There was a lack of chirping birds that morning. The sun stayed behind the clouds, keeping itself out of view. The air cold and stale. Sheets were pulled taught at either end of the bed. Two bodies, usually yearning to be held in each other’s embrace clutching instead to their designated edges.

You were fearful to exhale your breath, one small movement and this frozen moment could all come crashing down around you. As though you were stood at the very edge of a precipice, toes hanging over the side. One tiny blow away from tumbling into a dark abyss.

Before you thought your chest was going to explode from the inside, you felt the springs next to you dip only slightly. The signs of someone moving.

He hadn’t moved all night. You wondered if he’d managed to catch any sleep at all before you felt the bed dip further as he untangled his legs from the sheets, heading into the en suite bathroom.

You reached a hand out from your cocoon, your phone lighting up as you tilted it towards you.

10 missed calls.

15 texts

You’d told your best friend that you’d screwed everything up, unwilling to reveal what happened before you let your tears lull to into a restless sleep.

You weren’t sure at what time Tom joined you. Sighing, you heard the click of your phone locking as you lay it back down.

Tom comes back out of the bathroom, slowing slightly as he sees you curled up in the corner of the bed instead of star-fished or snuggling into his pillow as you usually did when he left the room – resulting in playfighting or cuddles.

“I think we need to talk.”

His voice was rough and scratchy. You slid yourself up against the headboard, pulling your jumper sleeves over your hands and nodding in agreement. You couldn’t speak yet, you weren’t sure you knew how. Words refusing to form as your stomach churned.

“Okay, I’ll see you downstairs then.” He grabs a hoodie of his own before leaving the room, you could hear him moving through the flat.

You take a few deep breaths, taking note of the room around you. glancing over the space you had shared for the past year and a half. Something told you this could be the last morning you’d wake up here.

Exhaling, you slide your feet onto the golden wood crossing the room to reach the bathroom. You splash water over your face, fluffy towel ready to catch the droplets before finishing up.

“Here we go,” you mumble to yourself as you push against the sink counter and head for the kitchen.

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Tom fills up the kettle, unfocussed eyes staring into the distance. He put it back on its stand before flicking down the switch.

A hand ran through his messy bed head of curls. This was all so wrong, all of it. He told you that he wanted to talk but as he routinely made two teas, he didn’t have a clue what he was going to say. But he began filming in four days and you both had to fix this tension between you. For the first time, you were both unsure of what the outcome would be.

Taking a small brush and pan over to the wall he brushes up the broken glass, hearing it tinkle as he gathers it into the pan, releasing it into the bin, frustrated at his own outburst the previous night.

He’s against the counter stirring the two mugs when you walk in. He motions to the sofa.

He takes you in as you stand in front of him, shyer and more nervous that he’d ever seen you. He hated that you felt like that. Drowning in one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his cotton shorts, your face was tinged pink and he hoped that you hadn’t been crying in the short time it took to make your teas.

You gave a small smile of thanks at the steaming mug he slid across to you before heading to the sofa. You rolled your shoulders, caressing the mug between your hands - letting the heat warm them.

“I’m so sorry-“

You both blurt out simultaneously. His eyes twinkle slightly, as he huffed out a slight chuckle.

“Well that’s a good start at least.”

You nod, stifling a nervous laugh, mouth upturned. He offers you to go first. You take a sip of your tea, letting it soothe your nauseous stomach.

Swallowing, you trace your finger around the rim of your mug. Closing your eyes for a single moment before staring into his, so wide and filled with hurt.

Last night played on repeat in your head.

“Stop saying you love me as a response for when things get too hard - it’s just words Tom! Just because you love me doesn’t mean that I feel loved by you!”

Tom’s mouth fell open, eyes wide as he stood transfixed on you. You stared at him in shock, completely taken aback by your own outburst. The room was blanketed in an unforgiving silence, your voice wobbling at the building honesty that had come tumbling out.

“Wow. I offered to fly you out to be with me before filming officially started for fucks sake! You declined! Was that not enough for you?! Does that not show you I love you? My career is important and I’m sorry that annoys you!”

“That is not what I meant Tom, and you know it.”

His brows furrow, eyes darkening with anger. You wanted to straighten them out with your fingers, lightly gliding over the uncontrollable hairs and press a feathery light kiss in the space between them. Something you usually did when he was tense or frustrated.

“Please, enlighten me then.”

“Fly across the other side of the world to do what?! Sit in silence in a room with you as you read over scripts with Harry. Sit alone in a room whilst you meet the cast and team, stay away so you can go for your lush dinners and lunches. And then fly out when things get underway, that’s unless I want to sit in your trailer day in and day out. I love you Tom and I support you and I think you’re brilliant - I always will think that. But being your hidden girlfriend is exhausting and lonely, and I don’t know if I can do it!”

You’ve never been this vulnerable with Tom before. You’d never let on before how hard it could be sometimes being his girlfriend, how utterly alone you felt. How much of a stranger you felt in regards to Tom and parts of his life.

“Then don’t! If you hate it so much, then don’t be my girlfriend then. Problem solved!”

You gasp slightly, standing completely rigid. Heart pounding in your ears, heat rising through your entire body. You can feel the moisture building behind your eyes, trying so hard to keep it at bay.

“Fine. Wow. Easy fix for the golden boy, got it.”

And with that you turn on your heel and head straight into the bedroom. Door slamming behind you.

Tom throws his beer bottle at the opposite wall. Hands going straight up to his face as he let out a cry of frustration. Glass shards littering the floor.

“Fuck!”

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“I’m so sorry for saying what I said. It didn’t come out right and I don’t know, I think I was just being dramatic and anno-“

Tom cuts you off with a shake of his head, resting one hand on your leg.

“Don’t do that. Please don’t do that. My response was completely irrational, but you...you were honest and hurt and valid. Do not deny your emotions to make me feel better, that’s not going to fix this. You know I love you, you said it yourself, but you don’t feel loved - and that’s on me.”

You bite the inside of your lip, looking down into your swirling cup. Your heart was beating so fast, it was making you feel almost dizzy.

“I feel pathetic, please let’s just forget it happened Tom.”

Tom takes the cup out of your hand, planting it on the coffee table in front of the couch. He pulls your legs that little bit closer, your body moving forward, closing the gap between you both.

“I can’t forget it. I’ve been playing it on repeat all night. Please just be honest with me. I want to listen. I want to understand.”

You exhale a shaky sigh,

“Sometimes it’s just so much harder than I ever thought it would be, Tom. I love how much you adore your job, you inspire me every single day as I watch you inspire millions of people. but sometimes I feel like an outsider looking in on your life. Instead of feeling like someone you want to share your life with, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate that.”

He nods, his forehead creasing slightly as he takes in your words, and presses for you to continue,

“And take away all that comes with your job. On the rare days when it’s just me and you, you make me feel so alive. I feel needed and wanted and loved. So loved. But it’s not enough for me to have a few gulps of that feeling. God, it sounds so selfish. I hear it from my own mouth and I sound ridiculous.”

You take a pause. wishing for your voice to straighten out. For that wobble to stop as you can see the concern on Tom’s face rising,

“Maybe there’s been a reason we’ve kept it a secret for so long, because you and I both know that the minute this gets out...everything is going to crumble beneath us, and I’m the one not going to be able to handle it.”

You let out a shaky breath, sniffling as you wipe your eyes with your sleeve.

When you didn’t start up again, Tom gave a deep sigh, before pressing ahead,

“I’ve been doing this all wrong. I thought keeping you out of things would protect you, we agreed on that being the best option. And in the beginning it was. The sneaking around, the constant phone calls, video calls, surprise visits - we did it all.”

You nod in agreement. Your heart sinking. Even though you’d brought it on yourself, letting your insecurities and loneliness take over - you still weren’t ready for the inevitable goodbye that was coming your way.

“But we’ve grown individually, and our relationship has grown. And yeah, there’s a part of me who still wants to keep you all to myself, I know what press and fans can be like. But you’re right.”

You look up at him through wet eyelashes. He catches a tear with his thumb, wiping it away from your cheek,

“I’m not losing you to my own fear. And you’re not losing me to yours.”

“Wait, what?” you whisper, confused.

“You need to talk to me. You need to tell me when I’m not pulling my weight in this relationship, when you’re feeling low like this. Sometimes I do get stuck in my own world a little...and you’re the one suffering for it.”

“So. You do still want me as your girlfriend?” More traitorous tears fall from your eyes, your body relaxing and therefore no longer willing to keep them at bay.

“Oh my god I can’t believe I said that. Of course, I do! There’s no still wanting about it, I’ve always wanted you. Never questioned it for a second. The real question is, do you want to make this public? I want this to be your choice. It’s going to be crazy, but I promise you, I’ll be beside you every single step of the way. I won’t make you feel like you’re on your own again, I promise. Or, if you feel like it’s too much…then we figure something else out.”

He cups the side of your face, thumb still trailing after the tear tracks.

“I’m just scared that it’ll break us, Tom. But we can’t keep going as we are.”

He nods in understanding,

“I won’t let it break us. You have me, all of me, for however long you want.”

You pushed your forehead against his shoulder, his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head as you curl into him.

He can feel your body quivering against him as you finally let yourself feel all the emotions you’d gone through in the past 12 hours, feelings you’d been hiding for far longer than that.

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise. I think we needed this. Now we can be better, work harder on loving each other properly. Communicate.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” You whisper into his chest, “I thought I’d ruined everything.”

He squeezes his eyes clothes. pressing his lips to the top of your head, releasing soft kisses in between every couple of words,

“No, you’ve not ruined anything. All you’ve done is remind me how much I truly love you. And every day I promise I’m going to show you just how much.”

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lily-themadqueen-andpinky · 3 years

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Affection (Sherlock x Reader) dirty oneshot

warning: handjob, overstimulation

Read part 2 here, where Sherlock helps you to relax ;)

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So, this monster citric-acid-mindporn oneshot with 6000 words is the fault of @7soulstars

They brought the monster alive bc of this incorrect quote:

It’ s one of those days, one of those cases, that once again keeps Sherlock under high tension. You don’t know why, because in these moments he doesn’t talk very much, and certainly not about why he is so stressed. You’re no more present for him at that moment than a piece of furniture, he probably wouldn’t even realise if you left the flat to go on a spontaneous two-week holiday.

Even if he tries not to show it, you notice it, you see it, you can look behind his rigid mask. You could make a list of the points from which you can tell that he is stressed and in need of relaxation.

You have told him many times that he urgently needs to find a balance for the mental stress and pressure. A physical activity or at least distraction in the form of mental relaxation to restore the balance between body and mind. But he only laughed for a moment and explained to you that he has no time for such a stupid thing and that he believes it to be idiocy. You are convinced that it would be so helpful for him, especially in such stressful situations.

Since Sherlock is the scientist of you two, you even went to the trouble of picking out statistics, research, reports for days to prove your words, that he can actually work better through activities that distracted his brain for the moment. But he didnt care.

Today you will prove him that you are right. Smiling, you will walk towards him and stand behind him, which he even doesnt notice. He is so busy finding his focus again that he completely blocks you and everything else out, as he does every time. Maybe you can at least help him a little, you think, and sighing, push your sleeves up.

Today is another one of those days when he seems to be struggling. His thoughts seem stuck, his mind seems blocked.

You can tell by the fact that his facial features are harder than usual, that he constantly touches his temple or neck with his hand.

Instead of concentrating on the microscope, you notice that he is often looking restlessly around the kitchen. He desperately tries to break the blockade, but he doesnt succeed.

Sherlock flinches when your fingers first touch his soft hair, and his whole body tightens in one fell swoop as you fight your way through the thick wool to his scalp. You enjoy the feeling of his hair on your hand and gently stroke your fingers through his hair again and again.

But instead of relaxing, Sherlock seems to be building up more and more resistance to your offered help, as if he absolutely wants to prove to you that it doesn’t make sense.

Sighing, you finally stroke his black curls a bit before pulling your hands back again. It was worth a try. You turn away from him, shrugging your shoulders, and want to go back to the living room.

“What was that?” his monotone voice breaks the silence while his gaze is fixed on the cupboard opposite him and he doesn’t move an inch yet. If you didn’t know better, you could assume at this moment that a mannequin is sitting at the kitchen table.

“Affection?” you explain to him barely with a light bite on your lower lip, whereupon he shakes his head.

“Disgusting…” he replies as he turns his head towards you and stares at you with a frown. You can’t help it and you just have to smile. This is typical Sherlock. You know that he’s actually thinking exactly the opposite, but under no circumstances will he admit it. He’d rather drop dead.

You cross your arms in front of your chest and lean against the door frame as he stares at you all the time.

Something is happening in his head right now, his eyebrows are shrinking thoughtfully. Waiting, you keep tapping your forearm with your fingers.

“Do it again…” he finally whispers nervously and quickly turns back to the microscope before he runs the risk of you realising that he liked it.

You won’t let him tell you twice. With a quick step, you walk towards him again and demonstratively stretch your fingers to make them crack.

It happens every leap year that Sherlock asks you to do something like that, and you shouldn’t waste this chance.

This time he doesnt tense up either, on the contrary. With a deep growl he slowly lets his head fall forward as your movements become stronger. Again and again your fingers circle all over his head, and finally slowly towards his neck. You can clearly feel the tension at the base of his neck, and as you massage a little harder exactly over this spot, a louder hum escapes him, and he shudders briefly.

Carefully you fight your way back through the thick curls with your fingertips until you stop at his scalp. You wait a moment and start gently massaging the hairline with circular movements.

A smile creeps onto your face as you can see in the reflection of the glass in the cupboard door opposite that he’ s closing his eyes, which is proof that it’ s anything but disgusting for him.

You release most of your fingers, except for the thumbs. Concentrate all your strength on forcing the muscles next to his neck spine to relax in a circular motion. The movement of your hand continues to move towards his shoulders and you are shocked and fascinated at the same time how tense this man actually is. You are surprised that he doesn’t run around whining with headaches all day long. You decide that you will definitely release every single tension today.

“Why do you stop?” he asks and you can hear the confusion in his voice. With a sigh you put your hands on your hips and look at him with a grin. If you now simply ask him to take off his shirt, you have lost. He will refuse just because he is such a damn stubborn ass.

Finally, you decide to push the collar of his shirt a little to the side, which fortunately works well, as Sherlock always has the top buttons of his shirt open.

With a firm grip you start to work the muscles on his shoulders and you notice that he reacts increasingly to your touch. But massaging someone’s back in this way is simply too difficult if you have to keep pushing the fabric of the shirt out of the way.

Frustrated, he moans in a low voice as your hands leave his body. With a questioning look he turns to you on his chair.

“Sherlock? What do you think about trying an experiment?” With confidence, you stand in front of him and giggle as you hear his annoyed breathing.

“I thought it was disgusting…” you say with a raised eyebrow, whereupon he rolls his eyes annoyed. You need to trick Sherlock, get him to go for it, and just put his stubbornness aside for a few minutes.

“It is…” he just notices and turns back to the table. Shaking your head, you look at him and then tap him on the shoulder, clearing your throat. You don’t give up that easily.

“Are you going to start that again? What’s that supposed to prove?” His answer is bitchy and you know why. The last time you offered him the experiment, he refused straight away. But this time he’s hooked, he has an idea of what can happen. At first you will of course face resistance, because you are right and he knows it. Again he tries to concentrate on his work, but after a short moment he closes his eyes cursing because nothing works anymore. You notice his frustration and gently stroke his upper back with your palm.

“Maybe you’re right and it won’t help you. Then you have only wasted a few minutes of your life and I will never bother you again. I swear to you,” you say quietly and bend over to him to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Sherlock usually can’t resist experiments, but rarely refuses them if he finds them totally nonsensical. But curiosity is in his nature and he will try to prove you wrong by all means.

When you want to raise yourself again, you feel his hand on your forearm, which holds you firmly in its grip. A smile creeps onto your face, because you know you have him trapped. He can’ t resist, it is impossible.

“An experiment then…?” he asks with hesitation and you can see the excitement in his eyes as you nod silently to him. With a slight smile that he tries to hide from you, he gets up from his chair and now stands in front of you. Thoughtfully he looks at you all the time, and after what feels like an eternity he bends down to give you a quick kiss.

“OK, I agree…” he mumbles, his look is challenging. You will have to work hard for the experiment to be successful. And you won’t give up under any circumstances until he agrees with you.

“All right, Mr Holmes. Then get on the bed now” you ask him and only get a questioning look in response. Sighing you let your head fall to the back of your neck. That’s a good start. It just might be easy with him for once. Just one time.

“Sherlock, let me explain something to you, my love. MY experiment, MY rules. So off to bed… Oh, and don’t forget to take your shirt off” you ask him in a harsh tone with your arms crossed. He stands close in front of you, barely a hand’s breadth away from you as his gaze becomes penetrating.

“And if I don’t?” he asks in a low voice and bends further towards you so that you can feel his breath on your face. You know his little games, he tries to rattle you to prevent you from ripping him off.

Puffing, he finally squeezes past you when he notices that you are not giving up your demand and goes into the bedroom without words. You have to control yourself not to make a cry of joy and follow him with quick steps.

Because Sherlock hates it when he has no control, and consciously tries to avoid these situations. Even if he accepts it, he will try to keep the upper hand.

But in this case he will lose, it’s your experiment and you make the rules, at least this one time.

“Really? Just because I took my shirt off?” he scolds you and that doesn’t make it any better. Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip. It’s not your fault. You shrug your shoulders apologetically. You curse yourself at the moment because he knows exactly what reactions he is triggering in you. He does it on purpose.

You watch his every move as he unbuttons his shirt one by one, pulls it slowly out of his trousers and finally puts it over the edge of the bed.

Only when he turns to you and looks at you with more or less outraged gaze, you realize that you have been staring at him the whole time.

“You can leave that out of your mind. It’ s only a matter of the experiment!” he threatens you in a deep voice that a shiver runs down your spine. He doesn’t exactly make it better with that.

“Now lie down on the bed for God’s sake!” you scold him in an unnaturally crude tone. The corners of his mouth twitch briefly upwards and he finally lies down on the mattress. You don’t hesitate another moment and climb onto the bed so that you can sit on his back. You must smile at the way he lies in front of you. He lies half on his stomach, one hand under his side, the other under his head and somehow completely twisted. This is more the position where he wakes up in the morning, but not the right position to enjoy a relaxing massage.

“Sherlock, it doesn’t work like that. You have to lie down in the right way. Hands to the side and back straight, come on!” you ask him and try to push him into the right position, which is very exhausting when a sitting giant like Sherlock refuses to help at all. He could cause your experiment to succeed, and then you could tell him that you were right all along.

When he finally lies the way you want him to lie, you slowly lower your weight onto his lower back. But just as you are about to start working his tense muscles, you notice that something very important is missing. A relaxing massage is not as soothing if the fluid is missing.

Unfortunately, there is only one bottle of fluid in the whole flat, which you can use to give Sherlock a kneading. It’s good that he’s lying on his stomach on the bed, otherwise he’d see the slight blush decorating your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, bend over to the side of your bedside table and take out a small bottle. You have been using this product for years to give yourself some pleasure. It’ s not a massage oil, but it should be enough for the purpose. You enjoy thinking about the tingling effect it has when you use it to treat yourself.

It’ s hard for you to tear yourself away from this thought and concentrate on Sherlock again.

You could put the gel on your hand in advance to warm it up, but then you decide differently. With a slight grin you open the cap and let a large drop of the cool gel drip onto his spine. With each one, he twitches shortly.

“YN! You are about to prove the opposite of what you claimed with your experiment”. You assume that he wants to scold you, but most of his words get lost in the pillow on which he has placed his head.

With a smile you start to rub the gel all over his back with circular movements. If it was just too cold, he’’ll notice soon that his back is pleasantly warming up. This is the speciality of this gel.

So you try to ignore it and work your way towards his lower back. You can feel under your hands that he is becoming more and more relaxed. At least his body, but his thoughts are still racing. You can tell by the fact that the individual muscles are probably much looser, but actually he lies too frozen underneath you. You will probably have to use more questionable methods to really help him. You would also lose otherwise, and you don’t see that as a matter of principle.

You lean forward carefully to devote yourself first to his shoulders and upper back. First you circle your palms firmly over the skin, then you move more and more into a kneading movement.

Again and again you can hear Sherlock’s soft humming. And every time you want to say that you were right. But then the experiment would be over for him, and he would probably be offended to death.

“Turn around” you ask him in a whisper, and even if his expression tells you that he doesn’t understand why, he still complies with your request. You must be careful not to fall off the bed when he turns on his back in one go.

Sighing, you slide your ass towards his knees and tap him on the back with your finger.

“Hm?” he mumbles into the pillow and doesn’t move a millimetre. With a smile, you gently stroke his back with your fingernails once and for all, causing him in turn to grunt a little louder and shudder.

“You have lost” he mumbles and puts a hand on his forehead while his eyes are still closed. Under no circumstances will this bastard admit that he is more relaxed now. Well, you are far from reaching your goal. You want him to be able to think without blockage again, to be able to concentrate again, and you haven’t achieved that yet.

You lick your lips for a moment when you see him lying there in front of you and think of a thousand things you can do with him. But above all it is one thing that always comes to the fore.

You bend down to him and your lips gently touch his.

“ This is not part of the experiment…” he protests in a low voice. You place another kiss on his cheek, on his chin and one on his neck. Doing so, you use your tongue for assistance.

“YN. This is not the deal! Stick to your own rules” he hisses and takes his hand off his head to gently push you away from him. You support yourself with your hands on your chest and push yourself away until you are sitting straight on his lap.

You notice that this has the desired effect on him as you can feel the increasing pressure against your core.

“So you want me to follow protocol? What do you think it would look like?” you ask in a sweet voice and drive your fingernail from his chest to his navel where his hand stops you. You can see that a tingling sensation spreads over his whole body.

His gaze is penetrating and he tries to keep control of his reactions with all means. However, this becomes increasingly difficult as you don’t stay seated still, but keep slipping forward or backward a little bit.

“I did NOT say I was finished, love. And I never said that it was only done with a back massage. I said massage, and this is a very broad term, as you should know” Your words are soft and threatening at the same time.

“YN! The basis of an experiment is to prove that kneading muscles or affection has no effect on my mental ability. We have the proof. My back is relaxed, but I can’t see any beneficial reaction” he still insists that it is nonsense. But you will convince him otherwise.

With a quick grip you grab his wrist and with a light pressure of your fingernails and your threatening look you make him let go of your hand.

“Are you trying to sabotage my experiment, Mr. Holmes?” you ask and bend down to him again without letting go of his hand. He barely shakes his head as he fixes your gaze. His eyes darken with lust and you know he struggles hard not to give in to the need.

You lay your forehead panting on his and as your trembling lips melt together, you lead his arm back to his head. You never thought that having the upper hand would turn you on so much. You will prove to him that you can force even the great mind of Sherlock Holmes to restart, just with a massage.

As you release the grip around his hand, you sit up straight again and reach for the little bottle again. Holmes looks sceptical as he can read the label, but he doesn’t try to stop you.

“You know that it is essential to at least try to get fully into it? Close your eyes, Sherlock and just enjoy it…” the last words you whisper and are surprised that he immediately follows your instructions. He hasn’t closed his eyes properly yet, when a thick drop of the gel hits him on his chest and he flinches again. Smiling, you spread another drop on your hands and then start rubbing slowly over the skin of his chest.

A frustrated snort escapes as you move your hands upwards and work his shoulders, biceps and the muscles around his collarbone.

“I’m just following protocol, Sherlock…” you whisper and you can tell him that this is exactly what he doesn’t want. But it’ s not the time yet for what you have in mind.

Slowly you spread the gel on the arm next to his body and gently massage every inch up to the wrist. You do the same with the other arm, which you first have to pull away from his head.

When you reach the wrist, you gently place your hands on his belly and slowly slide them towards his waistband.

“ YN!” Sherlock exhales hoarsely when he notices that you gently undo the button on his trousers and are already working on the zip.

Again, you take some of the lubricant rub it on your hands again and start rubbing his thighs from his knees up.

“Yes, I know, the protocol. But you don’t just have muscles in your upper body, you know” you explain in a sweet voice and slowly pull down his trousers including shorts. It wouldn’t be so easy if Sherlock hadn’t raised his pelvis. Grinning, you notice that he is finally more cooperative and gives you more and more freedom in the implementation of your experiment.

But… he is still fighting it. His cock is not too hard yet, so you will have to push him. After you have got rid of his pants on the floor.

This alone is enough to make your underwear soak through with your wetness. You watch with enthusiasm that his cock pulsates a little bit and becomes harder step by step as you get closer and closer to his balls with your hands.

With not too much pressure you rub the inside of his thighs and stop as your fingertips rest on his balls. His cock is now jumping rock hard at you and you must be careful not to throw your rules overboard and lick his perfect dick.

Gently, without resistance, you push his legs apart a little, causing Sherlock to swallow hard. It would only take a moment to get him to the point where you want him. Again and again you circle your thumbs over his leg, whose muscle is probably more tense now than before. But that is exactly what you want.

You can see that his breath is getting more and more pressed and he is getting more and more tense all over his body. His eyes are still closed, and you know that he is enjoying it.

Your grip loosens and finally you remove your hands, followed by a disappointed grumble from Sherlock’s throat.

“I think the protocol ends here. I guess you were right Sherlock. I was wrong” you torture him as you continue to observe him. He then takes a deep breath through his nose and places the arm that has been lying on his forehead until now, next to his body as well.

“Fuck the protocol…” he curses in a harsh tone and looks at you in an exhorting way. But you just put your hands on your thighs and shake your head in scandal.

“Not in that tone, Holmes! An experiment is a serious thing and it should be carried out seriously, don’t you think?” a wry smile creeps onto your face. Oh, that’s so good. You can see his frustration, you can feel it, you can hear it. And you like it.

“YN! Please!” he says quietly and slowly but surely he loses control over himself.

You reach for the bottle with the gel next to you and bend over to the bedside table again, just to put it away for the moment. As you do so, you accidentally stroke his twitching cock.

When you touch it, he curses muttering and closes his eyes again. His breath goes squeezed before he tremblingly takes a deep breath.

“What please?” you ask innocently and sit down between his legs again.

“You haven’t worked all the muscles. The protocol is incomplete. An experiment must always be carried out completely… Please!” he brings out gasping. Due to the fact that he has used the word “please” twice in a short period of time, you know that he is about to go crazy. His argumentation is not even bad, you must actually agree with him. You haven’t worked all the muscles. But that can be changed quickly.

“ When I think about it, you’re actually right. I mean, you are the scientist of us. What would I know?” That’s exactly what you like. You got him in your hand. His breath is trembling, more and more he begins to squirm under you, to somehow provoke a touch from you.

“That’s it… that’s my girl. And now you should continue the experiment…” he gasps and is paralyzed for a moment when you suddenly grab his hard cock with one hand. With the other you quickly grab the lubricant again and open the bottle so that the lid falls off the bed. You shrug your shoulders for a moment, because the bottle will probably be empty when you’re done with him later anyway.

With a firm grip you pump his cock and continue to grab it until his tip is completely exposed. You bend a little lower towards him and he gasps for air as your hair tickles on his belly and thigh. You look at his face for a short time. He still has his eyes closed and is completely tensed. He can hardly wait and you don’t want to torture him too much. Carefully you take the bottle in your other hand and bring it just above his cock and squeeze it tight.

He inhales sharply as the cold, heavy drop of lubricant hits his tip unexpectedly. Sherlock is calm at first, waiting patiently, but when you start to rub the liquid with your thumb, he’s all yours.

His deep groans reach your ear and you can see from the corners of your eyes that he’s clutching the sheet with both hands. As you then spread the lubricant all over his cock and drop another thick drop on his shaft, his breath becomes increasingly frantic. You pause as you put the bottle, which is almost empty, to the side again.

You have a firm grip on his cock on the shaft as you slowly pump him again and again. You would have liked to pull off your pants right now, position yourself above him and let him sink deep inside you. But that’ s not the plan today.

You bend down to him unintentionally and he trembles all over his body as he feels your cold breath on his heated cock. As the lubricant develops a slight warmth on the skin over time, each of your touches intensifies with every minute.

“Oh, shit…” Sherlock always winds more and more under you as you massage the rest of the gel onto his head with your index finger and thumb.

With the other hand you slowly move towards his balls and as you look at each and every protruding vein on his cock, you gently start to massage his balls as well.

You take your hand back to his cock with a gentle stroke, and while you hold him in place with your index finger and thumb on the shaft and put pressure on him, you massage his cock tightly with the other. Through your firm grip you can feel every vein that appears with the increasing pressure.

You groan with pleasure when the tip of your tongue meets his thick head. You can’t just sit there and stay away from it. It’s like putting someone’s favourite candy in front of their nose and asking them to keep their hands off it.

Sherlock mumbles something that fades away in his moans as you run the tip of your tongue around his tip while gripping his cock so tightly that he swells up a bit more. But you know that today is not supposed to be a blowjob, and you move panting away from that perfect dick again.

But you’ re doing something with him that you have never done before, and that is exactly when you need this firm grip.

Sherlock’s reactions speak for themselves. With each pumping his breath goes faster, the grip on the sheet gets tighter and he begins to follow the rhythm of your hand with his pelvis, moaning increasingly with a low voice.

You accelerate your movement a little more and always give his thick head an extra moment of attention. You would really love to just suck him dry right now.

You close your eyes for a short moment and with every movement you lose yourself in increasingly quiet moans.

You feel his cock starting to twitch and open your eyes again as he throws his head back into the neck.

You lick your lips when you watch him, but you do not release your grip. You can feel every little twitch in your grip and smile at him.

“YN, I… I… am about to come…” he pants hoarse and in the same moment you feel him straightening his back. His mouth opens in silence and he opens his eyes for a short moment, only to close them again with an eye roll.

As his cum pours out in pulses over his cock and your hand, he moans loudly and collapses panting on the mattress. You keep squeezing your thighs together, because even now you’re at a point where you can hardly stand it, and you’re glad that there’s still some of the gel left, so that you can later find relaxation yourself.

“I don’t think it helped much. But it was an interesting experiment anyway…” he replies stuttering and inhales hissingly as you strengthen the grip around his cock for a moment so that he doesn’t completely lose his erection. It’ s really more difficult than you thought, he still insists that he is right.

“Have I given my proof, Mr. Holmes?” you ask with conviction and are somewhat confused as he laughs panting and puts both hands on his forehead.

He takes a moment to catch his breath and opens his eyes. Your breath goes faster for a moment as he fixes you with his exhausted look.

“Well, then the experiment isn’t finished…” you say for sure and watch him sit upright, resting on his arms and watching you with contracted eyebrows as you start pumping his cock again. Because you have a grip on his shaft, he is still hard enough. Not rock-hard, but enough to give Sherlock the final proof that his mind will also stop working at some point.

“What… What are you doing? For God’s sake… This is…fuck…” Grinning, you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip and Sherlock starts to whimper. His arms, on which he still rests, tremble with every pump, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he closes his eyes with a groan and curses again and again.

“This, my dear, is called overstimulation. If this doesn’t work, you’re hopeless…” you explain to him and bend over to him to put your forehead on his so that the tips of your noses touch.

With every movement you can feel that every touch must be extreme for him. Everything seems to synchronize. In time with your pumping movement his legs start to tremble at the same time as his arms and his breath but he enjoys it. His moaning becomes more and more hectic and you can feel that his cock starts to twitch again because he is getting harder again.

You close your eyes while you keep rubbing his cum around his tip and his shaft.

With every touch he twitches and gasps more and more. He presses his head tighter against yours while his breath goes squeezed through his nose. He isn’t even able to respond to your kiss any more as your lips meet his.

Since you know that he isn’t able to think or enforce his stubbornness at this moment, you slow down your movement abruptly, and you know that it frustrates him like nothing else in his life.

“Say it, Sherlock. Say that I am right! "you gasp softly and still pump his over-sensitive dick, only much slower than before. Between his moans he laughs briefly and hisses as your thumb rubs his tip hard again.

When you notice that he is hard enough again, you loosen your grip a little and start to massage his cock with both hands. His hands grip the sheet so tightly that you fear he will tear it up. His deep moans get louder and louder each time you do this, and are like music to your ears, bearing in mind that Sherlock is usually quite quiet in sexual matters, and you won’t hear anything more than a lustful groan from him.

"You… you are…goddamn…” he can’t talk, it just doesn’t work. You’re right. He is experiencing the proof right now. His brain is no longer capable of making a small sentence.

“you… you are… right… oh fuck…” his words drown in your kiss, while you immediately increase the speed again. It is only a dry gasp that comes from his throat. By now he is trembling all over his body. Sweat has built up on his forehead and his lips are dry and move only trembling as if in silent prayer.

He is a whimpering mess and no longer able to react in any way or feel anything other than your godlike hands.

Again and again your lips fleetingly meet his, and when his cock finally twitches again and he spills another load, his loud, animalistic moaning goes down in your lips. For a moment he is not able to breathe, but with every pumping your movement slows down until his cock lies in your grip exhausted and can finally come to rest.

Sherlock breathes frantically and as you open your eyes and look at him, you know that you have never seen anything more beautiful than this man at this moment.

His hair is sticking wet to his head, his face is covered with the trail of tears that have made their way and his cheeks are glowing in dark red.

With a smile you kiss him again. But this time he returns your kiss, even if only weakly, but he tries it anyway.

“I…I…” he tries to say stammeringly, but you interrupt him with another kiss.

“Hush… Lie down, my darling. Enjoy that feeling…” you ask him gently and he nods just barely. With one move he lets himself fall back onto the bed and accepts that his body is still shaking uncontrollably. At least his breath calms down a bit while you get up from the bed and go to the bathroom to remove the mess on your hands.

After just a few minutes you stand with a smile in the bathroom door, because Sherlock is still lying in the same position. Naked, exhausted and in a deep sleep. But he is relaxed and you are sure that your experiment was successful.

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlockxreader #sherlock x reader #sherlock oneshot #sherlock imagine

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autisticcassandracain · 3 years

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The original plan for the Mirage thing was for Kory to react reasonably and not blame Dick at all, and leading to their successful marriage. However, behind the scenes interference nixed that plan, and orders were given that Dick and Kory were to be broken up instead, leading to that whole mess

Do you happen to have a source on that? Not that I don't believe you because it would make a LOT of sense, it's just that if there's anything I've learned from being in the DC comics fandom it's that there's a lot of unsourced 'common knowledge' going around that's just plain wrong and I'd like to avoid falling for that. again. bc I've done it before (a lot. I am very gullible) and it's embarrassing.

But even if they had to break them up due to editorial demands I feel like they could've done that in way better and way more natural ways. Disclaimer that I don't like dickkory to begin with so my opinion may be biased, but there's way better angles you could've taken for a break up plot than the massacre of Kori's character that happened now.

I skimmed the break up plotline last night (I'm not finishing this comic because there's only so much bad writing my brain can handle, but I'd like to know the basics on what happens to Donna and Kori in it), and the thing that really got me is that they flirted with actual solid reasons for why Dick and Kori might be better off broken up but then consistently wrapped it in so much bad writing I can barely even give them credit for it. Instead of that weird contrived plotline with Mirage and Sexy Evil Raven that happened now, you could've simply had a B-plot of Dick and Kori's relationship slowly falling apart.

Their relationship was already quite rocky; while they clearly love each other very much, their personalities are quite different and that frequently leads to conflicts. We've seen that mostly with Dick lashing out at Kori when he has his own personal issues going on, and Kori blaming herself for it, and Kori wanting to be closer to Dick while Dick doesn't feel ready to make that kind of commitment. You could've easily extrapolated reasons to break up from these semi-frequent issues.

anyway this got long so there's an example of what you could do with this plotline under the cut

For example, we know that Dick always wears disguises when dating with Kori, and had to move out of her apartment to protect his identity. Kori values openness, and it wouldn't have been OOC for her to become unsatisfied with the secrecy surrounding their relationship. She likely wouldn't feel like she has the right to pressure Dick to out his secret identity (because she doesn't), and since there's no easy way around it otherwise, I can imagine it putting a strain on her.

You can couple this with the fact that Dick has attempted to restrict Kori in many ways; it's even directly acknowledged by Dick himself that he's tried to change Kori rather than taking her as she is, and that this was a mistake. (For the record, I don't think this would be impossible to work through, or that it means Dick doesn't love her, but we're talking break up plotline here.) By contrast, Kori has always tried her absolute best to be understanding and accommodating to Dick, and even though she is pushy sometimes, Dick has stated/implied this is something he actually appreciates. The break up plotline in canon already mentioned that Kori has always lived for others, and now wants to explore what she wants for herself. You can expand on this by having Kori become dissatisfied with the effort she puts into accommodating Dick vs. the seeming lack of effort he puts in.

The catalyst for this can absolutely be the Mirage plotline. The thing is, I don't think it's unreasonable or OOC for Kori to be upset about the fact that nobody noticed she was missing. It's not that anyone did anything wrong, but it's got to hurt, being tied up in a basement for days, only to finally break out and find out nobody noticed you were gone. Even with a reasonable Kori who recognizes that this isn't Dick's fault, I think it'd be completely understandable if she was still upset.

This could be interesting to explore because Kori, as a rule, lives by her emotions, but she's also spent enough time on Earth that she's learned the value of logical reasoning, and why you sometimes need to put your feelings second. In this case, logical reasoning says she shouldn't be upset, but emotionally, she still feels that way. This conflict could be a good catalyst for getting her to re-examine how exactly she wants to live, and how her relationships contribute to that. Particularly, she could take a closer look at her and Dick's relationship and come to the conclusion that while they clearly love each other, it's somewhat unbalanced, and might not actually be what she needs. The reason Kori has pushed through all this before is because she loves Dick, and that's all that matters to her, but with her taking a new look at the benefits of rationally examining your emotions, she might start doubting a little.

This could also tie back in to a line Donna said way back when Dick and Kori first got together that kind of lives in my head rent free but never got expanded upon. Namely, right after Dick and Kori get together, Dick's personal troubles start boiling over and he takes it out by being kind of a bitch to Kori. Donna and Kori have a conversation about this, and at some point (I forget the exact details), Kori says that she's in love with Dick, and Donna responds, "Are you sure you're not just in love with being in love?"

Like, again, dickkory hater bias here, but one of the reasons I was disappointed by the canon portrayal of dickkory was that it always felt like Dick was getting way more out of this relationship than Kori. In particular, I just. Genuinely have no idea what Kori likes about Dick. They've never established that. I can guess and extrapolate, but while Dick has stated repeatedly and explicitly that he loves Kori for the openness of her emotions, her passionate nature, and compassion, Kori. Hasn't done anything like that with Dick. Again, I don't think this would be impossible to work through, but again, break up plotline. In this case, Kori could think back to Donna's words, and realize she was at least partly right; that it's not necessarily Dick specifically that Kori loves, but more the sensation of being in love itself, which she could get with virtually anyone provided she fell for them.

All of this could be combined with Dick's new clinginess regarding Kori, which is canon. I don't know WHY his mental health was going downhill that fast bc I'm only here for Kori, but regardless, you could have Kori getting worried about how much Dick depends on her emotionally, just like she already did in canon.

All this, combined with her newfound worry that she might simply not be getting enough out of this relationship herself and her feeling increasingly restricted in it, puts stress on her. Kori is an emotional person, and the reason she's put up with all of Dick's shit so far was that she loves him, wholly and completely. But if she started thinking it might be a better idea to take a slightly more rational approach to this relationship, the way Earthlings usually do, I think her eventually reaching the conclusion that a break up would be healthier for both of them wouldn't be OOC.

Of course, this does kind of depend on your interpretation of Kori, and the arc you want her to have. Canon sent her in wildly the opposite direction, in which she got more in touch with her Tamaranian roots and decided to live by them fully, which I don't mind in theory, but it was just. SO badly written. I think this would be a much more logical progression of her character after staying on Earth for so long, particularly since she's already become more willing and able to take a deep breath and calm her emotions if necessary. I'm not saying you'll have to basically just give her Earth's values when it comes to emotions, absolutely not please don't do that, but for this particular plotline, I think it'd work.

Plus, if they wanted to, this also leaves a lot more room for a reversal of the decision. If editorial changed its mind, it would've been really easy to give Dick an arc of doing a bit of soul searching, proving he can stand on his own, and proving he can support Kori emotionally in this relationship, and Kori would likely be extremely happy to take him back because she really does love him to pieces. Again, maybe it's the dickkory bias, but I think it'd even be good for them, in the long term.

Of course, none of this fixes the fact that the Mirage plotline was a really shitty portrayal of sexual assault, but I feel like that's been discussed fairly well by fandom at this point (I mean, it's not mentioned that frequently, but it's well-discussed for a 30-year-old plotline and people seem to be aware of the problems with it), so I don't feel like I really have much to add to that discussion. By contrast, whenever this arc comes up, I rarely see people mentioning how OOC Kori was, and they even sometimes use it to bash her/dickkory in general, so I felt like it was worth discussing on that angle.

#koriand'r #dick grayson #my posts #asks #this is super long and super rambly and i feel like i repeat myself a lot in it so im sorry

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rosy-wooyoung · 4 years

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Angelic devil | k. hongjoong

word count: 2.7k pairing: demon! hongjoong x fem!reader genre: soulmate au, supernatural au [i tried ok i know it’s not good] warnings: mention of potential assault, might cause to cringe bc it goes too fast, doesn’t make a lot of sense, attempts at being funny??? A/N: when i say assault, it’s more like the reader being followed but her destiny is here to save her. also i love joong :( [damn that gif tho 👀]

You’ve always been known to be the lucky girl in town; you could cross the streets without looking and not get run over, you could go out in freezing winter wearing just a t-shirt, finding money on the ground while walking. You've fallen sick once or twice in your entire life, but it was always just a small cold. Nothing could take you down. You worked at the local convenience store and it was time for you to go home, the next person’s shift wasn’t before 6am. You started gathering your belongings, putting money in the cash register as you grabbed food for your breakfast, turning off the lights before locking the main door. You took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and started walking to your student residence, eager to go to bed. The streets were dead asleep, a roaring motor passing another street here and there.

As told before, you had always been the fortunate one. You heard stories from your classmates or friends about being followed at night while coming out of work or a nightclub, sometimes narrowly escaping an assault, a fight, or worse. But you were always astonished to hear about those stories because it never happened to you, and your friends were dumbfounded as well to learn that you never had similar sordid experiences. You were one block away from your home, passing by another student residence and noticed that some lights were still on, probably some fellow college students working hard. You sighed and enjoyed the quietness of the streets, almost finding relief in the darkness surrounding you. Your moment of peace got disturbed by rushed footsteps coming from behind you.

“What are you doing all alone in the dark, pretty girl? Looking for some fun?” you freed an ear from your headphones and frowned, turning around. “Are you talking to me?” you asked, eyes squinting at the man towering you. Maybe your luck was coming to an end tonight and started to prepare yourself for the worst. You stopped your music and put your hands in your sweatshirt’s pocket, cracking your thumb between your fingers. You kept staring at the man, waiting for an answer.

All of a sudden, the man’s eyes widened and took a step back, then another, raising his arms in surrender. You tilted your head and lifted an eyebrow, not understanding his sudden change of behaviour. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m going,” he said in a trembling voice and started running like his life depended on it. You stood there, bewildered, clearing your throat as you started walking again. You looked behind you to see if someone was scaring them, but you were only met with darkness, a meowing cat chasing a rodent. You safely reached your residence, still confused about the stranger’s behaviour but went to sleep without a second thought.

Something similar happened to you the following week, but it was on the bus this time. A man, who was around your dad’s age, kept staring at you and your chest area, your shirt neckline arriving right under your collarbone. Again, you paused your music to confront the man and cracked your thumb again, adopting the same gestures as the last time something like that happened, hoping that it'd work. You stared at him and noticed that his lustful, bothering look progressively switched to a terrorized one, the man flinching at every single of your movements. He swallowed thickly and looked down, hurriedly pressing on the button to open the door before jumping out of the vehicle and running like a mad man in the opposite direction. You chuckled and shook your head, starting your music again as if nothing happened.

You started to think that cracking your thumb would create a sort of shield or spray an "assaulter repellent" around you. Confessing this idea to your friends would make you look insane, so you stayed quiet, still puzzled about your power. The thing is you didn’t have a superpower. Well, you weren't a superhero, but you were one of the rare ones to be provided with a special ability. Cracking your thumb actually woke someone. Someone living in Hell. Before the birth of a person, there was a fight between a weak angel and a weak devil. Two people that didn’t achieve a lot of things in their past life or became criminals. Of course, criminals went to Hell and the others went to Heaven. The winner of the fight has to look after the newborn. But exceptional things sometimes happen.

One of Lucifer’s sons had to fight a beautiful angel, who accidentally died in a car crash. The mother of the future baby one of them had to protect was going into labour, so they had enough time to fight. But there was a problem. When Lucifer’s son saw the woman in front of him for the first time, he felt something in his chest, torturing him every time he thought about killing her. The angel didn’t understand why he was taking so long to fight. She frowned when she saw the devil shed a bloody tear in front of her.

“I can’t kill you,” he harshly muttered as his tear rolled down his neck and stained his shirt, disturbing the woman in front of him. “Why?” she said in a whisper and immediately put a hand on her mouth, noticing that her words made the devil whimper of pain even more. “Because... you are so... precious, so delicate, beautiful, nothing compared to the women in Hell. You’re… different and I can't corrupt you. I can't bring myself to kill you… Do you feel it?” “Feel what?” “This warmth in my chest, what is it? Please tell me what it is. You had emotions in your life, you can help me.” The woman’s eyes widened, and she started thinking, seeing the pregnant woman nearing the hospital. She needed to be quick. “I don’t know! Attraction, love, pity, desire, what could it be?” The devil looked at the woman and the bloody tear stain on his neck toned down at the mention of one of those words. “Repeat those again, slowly. I think it’s working.” The devil said through gritted teeth, clutching his chest. “Attraction… love… pity... desire?” she hesitantly said, spotting another stain shading off at the second word. She froze and took a step back. “Hold on. You love me?” she gasped as his neck came back to its original colour. “Is it what loves feel like?" the devil was worried, seeing the time run, "please tell me how it feels like.” “Hum… Love shouldn’t hurt but sometimes it does, and it will. It knows no limit, it-it doesn’t feel exhausting. It doesn’t need any of the 5 senses, it’s something that you feel in your heart. It’s when you put your lover before you. It's worrying if they are safe, healthy, and okay. I think it's knowing that they are better and more perfect people out there, but you still choose to love the ones you have. It's not a compromise, it's more like a choice.” The woman explained as the devil got closer to her, feeling a foreign feeling invading his senses. “That’s exactly how I feel about you." he heavily breathed, spotting the woman losing her composure. "You just described the thoughts that appear in my devilish brain when I look at you.” “But aren’t we supposed to fight and kill each other?” the woman's voice trembled, taking a step back, but that only made the devil step closer. “I can’t. It’d kill me too, I sense it,” he said before sealing their lips together.

Passion, love, and lust took over their bodies, forgetting their main duty as they were busy doing something else. The devil looked at the angelic face in front of him and pushed pieces of hair out of her face, capturing her lips again as she groaned. From this union was born a supernatural creature, a boy half-devil, half-angelic. He grew up at the same time as the new-born, who he was attributed to, his parents killed since they didn't accomplish their task. You were the new-born this angelic devil was assigned to and he was the reason for your constant luck and fortune. But you didn’t know that this parallel world existed, you just thought it was fate.

One night, you were doing your homework and mindlessly cracked both of your thumbs at the same time as you stretched your arms above your head while reading an article. You immediately stopped mid-air, scared that something bad might happen and you released your thumbs free. You feel your heart stop when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You froze on your spot in your chair and took a deep breath before slowly spinning your chair around. You turned on your desk light and turned it to illuminate your bed, gasping. A boy sat on your bed, curiously touching the fluffy material of your comforter. He squinted and shielded his eyes from the light, making eye contact with his piercing red eyes.

“Who… who are you?” your voice was doubtful as you didn’t know who this boy was and what was he doing in your dorm. Fortunately, you lived alone, because you couldn’t bring yourself to explain to your roommate that you invited someone over when it was clearly prohibited. “Me?” his voice surprised you, not expecting it to be this low. “I’m Hongjoong, the demon that takes care of you.” “The- demon? What? The fuck is this madness? Isn’t it supposed to be a guardian angel’s job? Am I cursed?” “Wow, wow, easy with the questions,” he replied as you sunk in your chair. “Don’t be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you. If you die I die too, so what’s the point of hurting you?” “You can feel when I’m in pain?” you asked, your mind blown at his words. “Yes I- ow!” he flinched as you purposefully punched your thigh. “what was that for?” “To see if you were lying.” You said and his eyes darkened. “Why would I- Stop! I’m already suffering enough, you’re so clumsy on the daily!” He stated as you pinched your forearm, slightly snickering.

“Oh really? I didn’t realise,” you shrugged, and he smirked, showing off some bruises on his body, pressing some and you winced, touching the same area on your body. “And the fact that I can walk around the streets in the middle of the night without getting attacked, is it also thanks to you?” he nodded, and you smiled, relieved that you weren’t going crazy. “Since my dad was a devil and my mom an angel, I can be both when you need it. Everything depends on the thumb you decide to crack to summon me. If you crack your left thumb, I'm a demon and if you crack your right thumb, obviously, I become an angel.” You attentively listened to the man in front of you instead of doing your homework, which was completely forgotten on the side. “You always mindlessly crack your right thumb when you’re doing a test, that’s why you correct your answers every time.”

“That’s insane that you can control my mind like that.” You passed a hand in your hair and he laughed, looking as harmless as possible. "I don’t control your mind, I just have a watchful eye on you, but you are also a very special human. I can list a lot of things you do without thinking that summon me," he grinned as you sheepishly smiled, red spreading on your cheeks. “My last question,” you said, a bit more hesitantly this time, “are you also the reason why I’m single? It’s getting pretty lonely down here on Earth,” you mumbled the end of your sentence and Hongjoong felt a pang in his chest.

Why did you have to ask this question?

“Yes,” he admitted, and you sighed, starting to feel a bit mad. “But why?” you mumbled. “I wanna be happy, why do you prevent me from doing so?” “I don't,” he replied, raising his voice, “it’s not my fault if you go to the worst men in town! I protect you by stopping you from dating bad people!” “That’s bullshit!” you suddenly said, your mind going crazy. Nothing made sense and you started to have a headache. You were talking to a supernatural creature, not really sure if he existed or not. How could a demon protect you from people that were meant to be sent where he lived? What was happening? “It’s not nonsense, I'm only telling the truth!” he rambled, crossing his arms on his chest. You turned around and mumbled a small “selfish” before turning around and started reading again. You felt something in your chest area, but you didn’t know what it was.

“Hey, I’m right here and I can hear you,” he sighed, but you ignored him. You were really going crazy. You stared at the window and noticed that he was still here in the reflection, proving you that it wasn’t something you straight coming out of your imagination. “I can hear your thoughts, you’re not going crazy,” “Get out of my mind!” you said as you screamed in your head, Hongjoong flinching at the sudden noise. “Okay, okay, I’m out!” he said as he covered his ears. You stopped and he looked up at you, something changed in his eyes. “There’s also something I didn’t tell you,” he said, and you nodded, preparing yourself to hear something magical or supernatural. “I’m in love with you,” you dropped your pen at his words, eyebrows furrowing, “it was a lie, you were right. I did protect you from bad people in the past, but I prevented you from seeing anyone out of pure selfishness. I wanted you to meet me and fall in love with me, not with someone else.”

That’s what you felt in your chest, his previous words were a lie. You knew that he was lying. You remained silent and started observing him, taking in his facial features. His almond eyes were beautiful, changing colours according to his emotions. When honesty and love appeared, they were light and brown, almost shining despite the darkness of your room. His skin was honey-like and looked as soft as whipped cream, his high nose bringing a soft feature on his face, making him look extremely pretty. He shyly smiled as you continued to stare at him and you smiled too, his beaming face making you fall harder for him. He looked so angelic when he showed happiness and love, his honest eyes almost sending hearts to you. However, he must be terrifying when he's mad, suddenly remembering the two frightened men that could have easily taken advantage of you if you were defenceless.

“Is it possible for a human to date someone like you?” you questioned him, startling him as he was focused on trying to hear your thoughts. He cleared his throat and slowly nodded as if he was unsure about his answer. “I don’t know what will happen to me, but I think it’s possible.” “To you? Why would something happen to only you?” “Because I was assigned to you at your birth. I don’t know if they would consider it as a fail, but I might disappear." You nodded and cracked your right thumb, a sudden halo appearing above his head and you crawled on your bed next to him. He looked so angelic that you cooed, slowly tracing with your finger the details of his cheekbone. Your gesture made him shy and you grabbed his hand, swiftly drawing him closer and kissed his cheek. You deeply inhaled as you felt a warmth spreading in your chest.

“I guess it’s possible, right?” you asked, and he nodded, grabbing your middle and made you fall back on your bed. You circled your arms around your neck and deeply stared in his gorgeous eyes, his shining halo reflecting into his brown orbits. “Let’s make it happen, then,” he suggested and you eagerly nodded, earning a smile from the young man. He licked his lips and grabbed your chin, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. The softest you’ve ever felt in your life. It was feathery and filled with love, bringing you nothing but a smile on your face.

“I think I’m falling for you,” you admitted while giggling and Hongjoong’s face stretched with a smile, only to kiss you again. “Good thing, because I think I’m falling too.”

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yakocchi · 4 years

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The Bewitching Full Moon // Count

smh they’re never gonna release points-based event cards ever again are they guess I gotta make my own 5-min headers

This event is another one of those “His POV” events. I guess the reception on those has been very positive (which, good, bc I like them too) so they’re pushing them out more and more. They’ve also been pushing the envelope on these ooh lala so sexi ma gah stories with these scandalous avatars. yea sexy ok w/e but are they fashionable? idk abt that one chief... and according to the twitter surveys the community has been comparatively lukewarm too. I mean if they’re gonna make event avatars harder to get why are they getting uglier man

also holy crap the resulting doc for this thing got really long i hope tumblr doesn’t destroy me copypasta

edit: here comes me “slept on it” day after edit, fixed formatting issues and grammar errors that stuck out. if it made it even worse imma cry-

Spoilers under the cut! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*) image-heavy!

Under the full moon, which shimmered with an ominous violet light - a single stagecoach wheeled through the city. (I wonder how many times it has been where I’ve left the manse like this with her.) I sneak a glance to my side, and gaze at Kara’s dress-clad form. (Dress, shoes, gloves, necklace, hair ornaments...) (I give you every single object, article to wear - and with that you are dyed in my color.) (I experienced that joy even before, but...) Now that we have become lovers, that joy is becoming more and more difficult to come by. (Whenever I look at you, there is this emotion - one that is difficult to put into words - that surges within me.) (Frankly, I try my best to simply suppress it.) (...Well, there is particularly something that is too much to entirely subdue.) I recall that sweet sensation of the very moment where I get to strip off the dress I give her– While deep in my thoughts, a smile cracks my features.

count: the joy from dressing her up is becoming rarer me: ? o whys that count: bc the horny supersedes it me: sir

[Kara]: “Count?” (Oops- if she learned of the things like the carnal passions I bear, she would surely grow disillusioned with me.) [Count]: “It’s nothing. You are just so stunning that a smile eased onto my face.” [Kara]: “D-Don’t play around, please…” As if to hide her face, she lightly puts her hands on her cheeks. She takes small breaths, apparently to temper her heart, before looking up again.

[Kara]: “Um… Tonight’s banquet is opening quite late, isn’t it?” The typical banquet opens its curtains at approximately sunset, where the usual routine is to have dinner together before taking pleasure in dancing and chitchat. However, the time now is already past 10. (Will this be your first time going to this type of evening gathering?) [Count]: “There are nobles who grow tired of the same old pattern of the typical party.” [Count]: “So occasionally, evening parties with fascinating themes appear.” [Kara]: “Fascinating themes’?” [Count]: “Costume parties, calling on an acrobat…” [Count]: “Which reminds me of this one gathering where all the lights of the mansion were to be off. It was quite the fascinating party, yes.” [Count]: “Well, now I’m wondering what tonight’s party will be like.” [Kara]: “Hehe, I’m looking forward to it.” (Whenever you so innocently accept the circumstances at hand like this– because it’s you, I get worried. But...)

With a hand I quietly turn her waist towards me, and bring my lips to her ear. [Count]: “I don’t mind if you enjoy yourself, but I would like if you could firmly avoid being careless.” [Count]: “As in these kinds of parties, the dangers lie hidden.” [Kara]: “What do you mean by ‘dangers’…?” She quietly stares at me, visibly failing to catch the meaning behind my words. [Count]: “In a space separated from everyday life, reason easily crumbles away.” [Count]: “And when instinct conquers reason, the floor changes into a hunting ground for love.” I smoothly stroke her back and hug her waist. [Kara]: “Coun-…“ [Count]: “I do not have even the slightest intention to present my adorable lover to such wolves.”

[Count]: “Because you only belong to me, after all.” [Kara]: “—Nn,” I wrap my arm around her body that had slightly jumped, and as if to engrave my touch I press my lips against hers. [Count]: “…So that you will absolutely not separate from me. Understood?” [Kara]: “…Under, stood…” [Count]: “—Good girl.” I narrow my eyes in satisfaction at her answer, and intertwine our hands against my knee.

(Back before we became lovers, I feel that I still had my wits about me.) (So it was quite unexpected of me to become brimming with emotion like this from simply spending time after time together.) (But, tonight… it has become more difficult than usual to tie down…) I shift my gaze to the window, and the moon that floats in the sky above radiates this violet. (—It couldn’t be… Well.)

When we step inside the noble’s mansion, a different world stretched before us. The saloon was colored a brilliant red, and several tables had been arranged in a line where aristocrats entertained themselves with card games and roulette.

[Count]: “So you’re surprised by the casino.” [Kara]: “Wow… I’ve seen Arthur and the others play these sort of games, but this is the first time I’ve ever set foot in a place like this.” [Kara]: “So there can even be things like casinos in the parties of nobles, huh?” [Count]: “In the beginning, gambling was an activity popular within the elite. So it has been as much as a long time for me too.”

“get it cuz im old as fuuuu”

Her eyes swelled of fresh expectations as she looks around the saloon. (We came here to enjoy ourselves, so yes, I would like you to have fun. To be honest, I would rather not teach you how to play the more dubious games, but…) (If it’s just something like cards, there shouldn’t be a problem.) While I survey the surroundings, right in the direction of the bar counter a voice calls out to me.

[Baron]: “Ah, the Count. It has been a while.” [Baroness]: “After this we’re playing a bit of poker, but would you like to join us?” I turn my eyes to see a baron who I was acquainted with and his wife beckoning me over. [Count]: “Kara, would you like to try?” [Kara]: “I only know the very basic rules, but I’ll try.” [Count]: “I’ll teach you, then.”

[Count]: “…And with that, I have shown you more or less the fundamental rules– but is there anything else that you may be confused about?” [Kara]: “I think I’ll be okay from here…!” [Count]: “Then, let’s put it into practice.” [Kara]: “Please go easy on me.” [Baron]: “Well, young miss, when it comes to winning or losing there’s no such thing as leniency.” [Baroness]: “Oh, you! You shouldn’t scare such an adorable little lady like that.” During our pleasant chatter, the cards are dealt before the four of us and we each check our individual hands. (A King, another King, a Three, a Seven, and a Jack… With only these, I can form One Pair with my Kings. A rather mediocre hand.) (Or, I could discard the other three cards and aim for a Three of a Kind?) (Well then. And Kara…?) While maintaining a poker face, I slide a glance and— [Kara]: “…” Within the tension her cheeks were slightly flushed red, and her mouth was shaped into a faint smile. (It appears that good cards have come to her.) (…But I probably should have also taught her the techniques of forming a poker face.) Though subtly smiling bitterly, I pleasantly watched my beloved to whom I shall compete with in her first poker game – She was fixated on the five cards in her hand before suddenly lifting her eyes. The moment our eyes met…—

(Huh…?) Almost in slow motion, my fingers move… [Count]: “—kgh,”

My fingers pick out the two Kings from my hand and throw them into the muck without a moment's hesitation. (Why, am I acting like…) (For a moment, it was almost as if someone had taken over my body—) Akin to a marionette, my actions had disregarded my own will. In my centuries of living, it was the first time I had ever experienced anything like that. (Just what on Earth was…)

[Baroness]: “My, it’s rare for the Count to lose his poker face like that.” [Count]: “Perhaps it’s also all just an act?” [Baron]: “As you’d expect from the Count, you can’t underestimate him.” While playfully exchanging banter, my consciousness was once more preoccupied with some thorough reflection. What rose from my mind was the suspicious moon that had risen in the sky. (—The “purple moon”.) Much like tonight - once every several centuries, there is a night where moon gives off a violet light. (That moonlight sharpens the vampiric senses, and additionally…) (On the night of the shining purple moon, vampires cannot oppose their loved ones.) As for my loved ones, it is undeniably Kara. (In other words, tonight my body is – controlled by Kara.)

If this is the case, then it would explain the cryptic behavior from just a minute ago. (If I cannot go against her wishes…) (Right when I met her eyes, it is highly probable that she had wished to beat me.) I turn over the new cards that were dealt to me in exchange for my discarded ones. (An Eight, and a King.) (If I hadn’t thrown away those Kings, I would have formed a Three of a Kind...)

[Count]: “…It appears I’m out of luck.” I line up my random assortment of cards by suit and place them down on the table. [Baroness]: “Hehe, I have One Pair.” [Baron]: “I also have One Pair.” [Kara]: “I have a Three of a Kind.” She breaks into a cheerful smile and reveals her hand. [Count]: “It seems that Lady Luck is smiling upon you.” [Kara]: “Hehe… it seems like it.” From that carefree smile, a sweet feeling spreads within the depths of my heart. (The real thrill of poker is supposed to be the psychological warfare, but) (When you are so innocently delighted I seem to forget all about that.) (This is not entirely the way I would have wanted it, but I got to see something lovely.)

And so, as the game continued— …In the end, I was unable to outplay her. [Baron]: “It surprised me to see the Count so clumsy at poker.” [Baron]: “Are you up for another round?” [Count]: “Please forgive me, but I cannot afford to display such an unsightly side of myself in front of my beloved anymore.” [Baroness]: “Miss Kara, I had fun with you tonight.” [Kara]: “Me too. Thank you for inviting me to play.” We leave the table, and I call on a waiter dressed in black to halt for me. [Count]: “May I have two glasses of champagne?” Receiving the pair of flutes, I hold out one of them to Kara. [Count]: “For your victory.”

[Count]: “So, for the occasion, shall we have a toast somewhere?” [Kara]: “Yes, of course… Um, where are we going?” [Count]: “How about someplace like the balcony?” [Count]: “With your first poker victory, it is a special night.” [Count]: “I want to have a quiet toast between just the two of us.” [Kara]: “O-Okay…”

Between the two of them, the honey-colored champagne sways in the glasses as if to mark the beginning of a sweet night…

Clinking our glasses, the champagne bubbles rise to the surface. [Count]: “Congratulations. Even to the end, I just couldn’t beat you.”

or rather “Congratulations - For I couldn’t win (over you) even at the end.” but that sounds kind of shady hm

[Kara]: “Thank you, but I definitely just got lucky there.” [Kara]: “I guess there really is such a thing as beginner’s luck, huh.” [Count]: “You say that, but you still seem rather happy about it?” I set my glass down and stroke her grinning cheeks with my fingertips to poke fun at them. [Count]: “Are you really that pleased about besting me?” [Kara]: “This is the first time I’ve ever won against the Count with something, so naturally I’m happy about it…”

lol i know they mean by “winning” in the general sense but i like to think they’ve played several types of games together and he just never lets her win

(You are truly not wearing a poker face of any kind right now.) (Even when you do try to hide it, it’s clearly apparent when you are thinking about something else.) [Count]: “But that’s not all, is it?” (I know that you wanted to beat me because the light of the purple moon had affected my body to do so.) (You so deeply wanted, from the bottom of your heart, to win - so I want to know the real reason behind it.) [Count]: “Come, truthfully confess to me.” [Kara]: “I can’t let anything slip past you, it seems…”

She’s at a bit of a loss for words before slowly looking up at me to possibly gauge my expression. [Kara]: “The truth is… back from when you kissed me in the carriage, I had been thinking about it.” [Count]: “That you wanted to beat me in something?” [Kara]: “Yes. At the time, while I was trying my hardest to calm my heartbeat…” [Kara]: “You, however, maintained your composed, collected face, right?” [Kara]: “That moment today wasn’t the only time it’s been like that; ever since we’ve become lovers, it has happened so many times that it’s impossible to count…” She tightly bites her lip. [Kara]: “I just can’t compete with someone like you.” [Kara]: “But then I thought with something like poker, I could perhaps win with luck on my side.”

[Kara]: “Since I’ve always been the one being toyed with…” [Kara]: “Tonight, I thought… that I wanted to see the Count’s– see Abel’s, restless face…”

At that moment, I realized the consequences I had wrought from my prying – but it was already too late. The instant she shot through me with those eyes blurred with shyness, I could hear the sound of my reason shattering into pieces…

[Count]: “kgh—” (—I cannot fight it.) (Kara, I want to… No, I need – to take you.)

So I changed this entirely bc there’s no English equivalent. The original line can be literally translated as “Kara, I want to take you… no, take you.” What he does is change the pronoun he uses for “you” (kimi → omae) to signal the change in the level of intimacy. With most people (mansion residents, people in general) the Count uses “kimi”. Though with those who know him at a closer level, like Leonardo and Vlad, he uses “omae”. (Mostly) men are only really supposed to use “omae” with people they’re close to or it comes off as rude. This is significant with the Count and MC’s relationship because he begins to refer to her as “omae” when they’re alone together (and thus wants to make a point about how personal it is) once they reciprocate their feelings in Chapter… 24(?). The writers are more than aware of this, because all of the Count’s His POV stories in his route are titled 「君○○」 “kimi ____” but the His POV titles for the Endings use “omae”.

[Kara]: “—gh, Abel…” When I strongly embrace her, from the corner of my eye I catch sight of the moon in its sheen of purple light. Paired with this boiling sensation in my blood, I once again realize the meaning of my existence. [Count]: “…As you desire, I shall become just a man for you.” [Kara]: “A, bel…? —Mn, nn…” I steal her lips, as if to take away all of her warmth. (Just simple touches are not enough.) I draw her head closer and entangle our tongues to steal those lips even deeper. (What’s this - it’s sweet… from the scent, the touch, and the taste…) However, my hunger was not sated even by this kiss. (More - I want to taste you, more…) I pull her waist towards me and capture her tongue that had attempted to escape in a fluster. Dominated by instinct, like a starved beast I devour her lips.

(…Seeking her in this way, in an unknown place where someone could come, what in God’s name is wrong with me?) The remains of my reason murmur from the edge of my mind. But, contrary to those feelings, there was a certain kind of a pleasure intoxicating my heart. (The sense of my reason being thrown aside… is this sweet, hm…?) My fingertips, in their longing for her, slowly ride up the hem of her dress.

sir this is a community balcony i’m gonna need you to take yourself out

[Kara]: “Ngh… A, bel…”

[Count]: “Whether to accept or refuse me, is up to you.”

PREMIUM ENDING

The “purple moon” sharpens the vampire’s senses, and additionally– a vampire’s body that basks in its moonlight shall be dominated by their loved ones. [Kara]: “Since I’m always the only one being toyed with…” [Kara]: “Tonight, I thought… that I wanted to see the Count’s– see Abel’s, restless face…” —A loved one’s wishes, for tonight, can be granted under this moon that emits this mysterious light. My fingertips, in their longing for her, slowly ride up the hem of her dress. [Kara]: “Ngh… A, bel…” [Count]: “Whether to accept or refuse me, is up to you.”

Releasing her lips from our deep kiss, I securely hug her from behind and place her hands against the balcony. [Kara]: “Abel, what are…?” The eyes that look over the shoulder quiver in confusion. (Right now, as instinct overwhelms me... I want to take you.) [Count]: “Show me that disheveled form of yours some more.” A hand glides upwards to approach her chest, and wraps around her breast through the silk of the fabric. [Kara]: “Nnn… Abel,” [Count]: “It’s all right. I shall hide you in a way that no else can see.” [Count]: “Even for myself, I do not intend to show that sweet expression of yours to other men.” [Kara]: “That’s not the…” Her eyes were widened, and moistened with shame. [Count]: “And just who was the one who said that they wanted to see my restless face?” [Kara]: “That’s...” The adorable figure of my beloved, trapped with lowered eyes, also makes a bewitching pleasure sharply simmer within me. (If I happened to look into a mirror right now… Without a doubt, I would see that the face I’m wearing is far from that of a gentleman.) [Count]: “I know that you also want to learn of these indecent pleasures, hm?” [Kara]: “I…—nn,” To cut off her words, I rub the peaks of her breasts against the silk with the pads of my fingers. [Kara]: “ah- Mn…” [Count]: “To the point where I can find that out immediately— harden them for me.” [Count]: “Not wanting to know this pleasure... you don’t seem that way at all, or am I mistaken?” (Because of the purple moon, I cannot go against her wishes tonight.) (If she truly didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be able to even lay a finger on her.) (Since I am able to touch her, this means—)

[Count]: “…You truly, want me to forcibly take you, don’t you?” Burying my face onto her nape I move my fingers to agitate her, her body trembling within me. Desperately biting her lip, she stifles her sweet voice. (Whatever it is that you are thinking, I will quite distinctly know what it is.) (Because the one controlling me, is you yourself…) I rub her with my fingers again, and she twists her back with a shudder. [Kara]: “Hah, ah…” [Count]: “It seems that you are feeling it more than usual.” [Count]: “To seek a thrill like this, what a bad girl you are.”

[Count]: “But, if you don’t keep that voice down, you will be heard, no?” [Kara]: “Ha, ah- But… I can’t… hold o-…” [Count]: “There’s no other choice, then.” The corners of my lips raise into an elegant smile before I lift her chin. [Count]: “I’ll stifle it for you.” [Kara]: “Mn, uhn…” Continuing to lovingly caress her breast in one hand I press my lips to hers, providing even more heat. A voice laced with temptation spills out from her wetted lips. [Kara]: “A…bel… if you do, any more than this, I…” [Count]: “Then if I do any more than this, what will happen?” [Kara]: “Don’t bully me…” Her lovely voice cries out between the light brushes of our lips, and my chest sweetly tightens from the sound. (This appetite will not be satisfied until I make her wholly mine.) [Count]: “Do you take me for a man who only teases and leaves you unfulfilled?”

[Count]: “I shall stain your entire body with pleasure.”

…In a certain room. I slip off my coats, vest, tie, and finally shirt to reveal my bare skin…While I fling them onto the sofa one by one, I lead Kara in the direction of the bed. (The part where I drive her to the corner like this… is exceptional tonight.)

[Kara]: “Ah…” Hitting the edge of the bed, she casts her eyes down as there is nowhere else to go. [Count]: “…Got you.” I capture her beloved body into my arm’s embrace, and slowly push her down onto the bed. [Count]: “In here, you can be as loud as you like.” [Kara]: “But… is it okay to use this room as you please…?” [Count]: “When we arrived tonight we had talked about the themes of evening parties, correct?” I move my hand from stroking her blooming cheeks to press a fingertip against her lips. [Count]: “For those who wish to indulge in something rather risqué for the night, they prepare rooms like this.” [Count]: “So I shall receive this room for use with my humble gratitude.” I unravel the ribbon on the back, and the silk dress almost seemed to glide off her shoulder as it fell down.

(I do like to beautifully dress you up – but stripping you down with my own two hands also sends my heart racing.) [Kara]: “gh…” I seize her hands that were about to cover her chest and pin them to the sheets. [Count]: “Without hiding anything, show yourself to me.” Her exposed skin became shamefully dyed with the hue of roses before my very eyes. This color, teeming with vitality, made my vampiric instincts ache painfully.

[Kara]: “n-no… It’s embarrassing…” [Count]: “Then, if I stop looking… I shall have a taste instead.” I meet her breasts and crawl the tip of my tongue along the peak. [Kara]: “Ah, aah… Abel… Mn,” She pushes against my chest in light resistance. But before long her resistance had ceased, and gradually changed to that of her disheveled sighs and sweet gasps. [Count]: “It seems that you’ve become quite honest with yourself.” [Kara]: “To be loved like this – I have no choice but to be honest, right…?” [Kara]: “As tonight will be the only time I’ll get to know of your ferocious emotions…”

My mind is suddenly drawn to her wording. (Does she know about the purple moon…?) But I cannot imagine that she would know about something like a rare phenomenon that occurs only once every several centuries. I stare at her as if to look into her heart, and our eyes meet.

[Kara]: “More… Please, lose yourself to me, more…” (If she does know about the purple moon, and thus is purposefully provoking me, then…) [Count]: “What a naughty girl. Do you want to ruin my composure that badly?” [Kara]: “Yes…” The Count’s body is completely, sweetly steeped in her words, and as if it were alcohol his reason gradually dissolved. (Right now, even the words that I always shower her with will not come out.) For his heart was dominated only by the instinct of a vampire, and only by the instinct to love her as a man. [Count]: “I want to cast away my morality and reason, and just love you.”

FIN

this guy…………is a lot. i thought maybe everyone would be like this for the event but no, leo only gets weird bc essentially his mc was dumb enough to try to pick up broken shards of glass with her bare hands (im not trying to shame her… but i am) and then it’s not really isaac’s fault when he already has the worst bloodthirst out of all of them so sir step into the paddy wagon, the horni police will question u shortly

anyway tl;dr the sweet ending has the mc reveal to him early that she knew what the purple moon does to vampires in terms of the heightened vampire senses and crud but not the obedience to loved ones so he tells her blah blah romanceu talk but he still wants to bone and so they go home to do it instead.

Make sure to purchase the Epilogue when you have the chance! It’s good stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

So, thanks for reading! (`･ω･´) Sorry if it’s hard to parse through. there’s a reason why editing is a job people get paid for orz

#idk wat the engl tags are idk #like do they call him comte #how french do we get #ikemen vampire #ikevam #comte de saint germain

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snowbreeze64 · 4 years

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i call this one: proof i’m going insane

anyways here’s a list of all times webs/and or spiders have been mentioned in 167 episodes of the magnus archives bc i haven’t listened to 168 yet.

spoilers through tma episode 167 because, yeah

UP TO DATE THROUGH EPISODE 167

CONFIRMED WEBISODES (Rusty Quill Youtube Playlist)

#8 Burned Out *

#16 Arachnophobia

#56 Children of the Night

#59 Recluse *

#67 Burning Desire *

#69 (nice) Thought for the Day

#81 A Guest For Mr. Spider

#100 I Guess You Had To Be There

#110 Creature Feature

#114 Cracked Foundation *

#123 Web Development

#136 The Puppeteer

#147 The Weaver

#167 Curiosity

* = Hill Top Road Related

And now, to channel my S2 Jon energy, which is also just BDG

ALL MENTIONS OF SPIDERS AND/OR WEBS IN NON-WEBISODES

#3 Across the Street - the Table is introduced

#9 A Father’s Love - “As far as I was concerned, the sturdy wooden structure was just the home of spiders’ nests and the rusted garden tools my parents would use once a year to attack the overgrown wilderness that was our back garden.” (Julia Montauk about their shed)

#11 Dreamer - “Looking down I could see a web of dark tendrils criss-crossing the streets and crawling up the buildings.” (Oliver Banks about the death tendril things)

#12 First Aid - Hill Top Road relation (Diego Molina)

#19 Confession/#20 Desecrated Host - Hill Top Road related

#22 Colony - Martin investigates Carlos Vittery’s house, finds lots of spiderwebs.

#32 Hive - “Was it the spiders? There were webs in the corners, around the entryway into the attic. I would watch them scurry and disappear in between the wooden boards. ‘Where are you going, little spiders?’ I would think. ‘What are you seeing in the dark? Is it food? Prey? Predators?’ I wondered if it was the spiders that made the gentle buzzing song. It was not. Webs have a song as well, of course, but it is not the song of the hive.” (Jane Prentiss)

#35 Old Passages - “I have the vaguest memories: flashes of a pile of paper, completely covered in cobweb…” (Harold Silvana about the tunnels)

#36 Taken Ill - “Just a sort of spider web design on the front.” (Jon about his lighter)

#37 Burnt Offering - Hill Top Road related

#38 Lost and Found - Jon attacks a spider and somehow makes a hole in the wall, and now there are worms

#39 Infestation - “No, no… it’s just that whatever web these statements have caught you in, well, I’m there too. We all are, I think.” (Martin)

#40 Human Remains - “Yes. She was sat in a wooden chair in the middle of the room. No worms. No cobwebs. Just… an old corpse.” (Martin about Gertrude’s corpse) (Does the sudden absence of spiders count as spiders?)

#43 Section 31 - “The most I could get out of her was that she was originally sectioned for something she referred to as “spider husks”.” (Basira about Daisy getting sectioned)

#44 Tightrope - “Why did she begin recording them? And why stop? If she’d been doing so right up until her death, she would’ve likely gotten through much of the archive, and… moreover I wouldn’t have had to find this tape player tucked away in the storage room, covered in dust and cobwebs.” (Jon about the tape player) (it’s covered in cobwebs! Suspicious! What do you mean old things get covered in cobwebs naturally?)

#46 Literary Heights - “I did go down there to see if I could find anything, but it seems much as it did last time. The only difference now is… all the spiderwebs. They seem to have spread down there. I think I saw some of the larger specimens actually eating the remains of the worms.” (Jon about the tunnels under the archives)

#51 High Pressure - “No… No, it isn’t. I’ve always seen it more like a web?” (Not!Sasha about the Table)

#63 The End of the Tunnel - “We’ve had something of a spectrum from him and his ilk: cobwebs entombing, difficulty in navigation, and now a violent, murderous dark.” (Jon about Robert Smirke)

#65 Binary - “Statement of Tessa Winters, regarding a strange computer program she downloaded from the Deep Web three months ago.” (What? It’s a web!)

#67 Burning Desire - “I looked up and noticed within the corner of the room, where there had been a spider’s web this morning, there was just a faint wisp of smoke.” and “Another held a bag that seemed to be full of candles, while a third had a clear plastic container filled with hundreds of tiny spiders.” (Jack Barnabas about his date with Agnes and the people in front of her flat) (this was already listed in webisodes but i just thought it was interesting)

#68 The Tale of a Field Hospital - “There were a couple of spiders, so I changed routes and found, I think it’s a gas main.” (Jon about exploring the tunnels) (also that gas main *eyes eyes eyes*)

#78 Distant Cousin - “Wrapped around it were thick strands of what I think was spider’s web, stretching back into the table, which I now saw pulsed along its carved channels with a sickly light.” (Laurence Moore about Adelard Dekker trapping the Not!Them in the table) and “Hollow. Just cobwebs and dust.” (Jon, breaking the table)

#79 Hide and Seek - “Of course the table was binding it. The table is webs and spiders. Spiders are something else. They don’t help each other, they oppose, they… they weaken. It was caught in a web, and I…” (Jon about the table...and perhaps Beholding something about the entities?)

#87 The Uncanny Valley - Jude Perry working with the Stranger, so Hill Top Road related?

#89 Twice as Bright - Statement of Jude Perry, Hill Top Road related

#90 Body Builder - “As you’d expect, most of the listings just pointed me towards the their websites, but I spotted a small, square ad box in the lower left corner.” (Ross Davenport, about finding his new gym) (yes i KNOW this is a stretch but the word website has the word web in it so…)

#91 The Coming Storm - “One lighter, gold, spiderweb design.” (Daisy going through Jon’s stuff)

#111 Family Business - Jon and Gerry discuss the entities, including the Web

#112 Thrill of the Chase - “We all met through one of those meetup websites, I-I forget which one.” (Lisa Carmel, about Murder Club) (listen it’s a WEBSITE so it has the word WEB in it and besides THE SPIDERS CONTROL THE WORLD WIDE WEB)

#114 Cracked Foundation - “It was warmer down there, warmer every step, and I found myself brushing cobwebs from my face as I got further down, until at last there I was - stood in the cellar of Hill Top Road.” (Anya Villette about Hill Top Road)

#117 Testament - “I know, I know it’s not exactly intricate, but it felt good leaving my own little web. Oh, oh, Christ, I hope John doesn’t actually listen to these. “Good lord, is Martin becoming some sort of spider person?” No, John, it’s an expression, chill out!” (Martin about his plan.) (also, I’ve been called out by Martin.)

#118 The Masquerade - “DAISY: Shut. Up. It’s just cobwebs. ARCHIVIST: There’s no such thing as just cobwebs.” (Jon walking into some cobwebs while planting C4) (also he’s RIGHT, DAISY)

#121 Far Away - “Just a second of them webbed over the face of a drunk old man stumbling into his car.” (Oliver about seeing the death tendrils in the waking world) and “Honestly, I’m still not exactly sure why I’m here. But you know better than anyone how the spiders can get into your head. Easier to just do what she asks.” (Oliver about why he’s visiting Jon)

#135 Civilian Casualties - “In the last week I’ve seen two different people wearing symbols for the People’s Church of the Divine Host, and it’s rare I go anywhere without cobwebs, anymore.” (Jon about the Institute being watched)

#128 Heavy Goods - “We had some luggage, once, a thrumming silk-wrapped thing of the spider, hiding away in an old steamer trunk.” and “The Spider’s always an easy job, no fuss, no complications, everything planned and prepared. It knows too much to truly be a stranger, but hides its knowing well enough to endure.” (Breekon about his and Hope’s deliveries)

#130 Meat - “I found this tape tucked in a corner of my desk drawer (sigh) covered in cobwebs. I suppose subtlety has gone out the window a bit, and the question is now simply… how much I trust the Spider to have my best interests at heart.” (Jon about the statement he just played. Also the Spider giving him the idea to use a flesh-anchor???)

#134 Time of Revelation - “There are two powers that, to my knowledge, have never attempted to fully manifest. Never had followers set them up for a ritual. Mother of Puppets, and Terminus. The Web and the End. The Web, I’ve never really been sure about. If I were to guess, I would say it actually prefers the world as is: playing everyone against each other. And so on.” (Peter Lukas about the entities)

#137 Nemesis - “Still, the anticlimax is fascinating. I can only assume they were supposed to be bombed at the height of the ritual - maybe by Japanese aircraft, maybe Allied, maybe both. I wonder what stopped it. A Japanese radar filled with spiderwebs, a US destroyer finding itself suddenly alone in the open ocean? Heh. We’ll probably never know.” (Gertrude about the Slaughter’s failed dance party)

#139 Chosen - Statement about Agnes, Hill Top Road related

#145 Infectious Doubts - “Ah. That’s a fair enough question. It was the Web. I didn’t know it at the time, of course, and I would call it an accident, but it never is, with them. It’s only after the fact that you can see all the subtle manipulations.” (Gertrude about the ritual binding her and Agnes)

#146 Threshold - “There is something wrong with Hill Top Road. You know it as well as I do. Some strange scar on reality at the center of - whatever it is that the Spider is spinning.” (Helen about Hill Top Road) and “What a delightful thought. (short pause) I don’t believe so, no. But the Spider’s strings are subtle, so I suppose it’s not impossible. Why?” (Helen about being controlled by the web to eat Marcus McKenzie (door guy)) Also throughout this episode Jon is wondering whether Annabelle is controlling him

#148 Extended Surveillance - “Or that we were being stalked by some freaky spider woman? Don’t tell me you didn’t know about that.” (Basira while beating up Elias) “Look, look - I’ve been doing this a long time now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about the Web, it’s that it plays its own game. All you can really do is hope it doesn’t get in the way of whatever your plan is. Because the Spider usually wins.” (Elias about the Web)

#150 Cul-de-Sac - “The Lonely is possibly the most insidious of the powers, I believe. Certainly it is the one that most delights and having you do its work for it, even the spiders seem to have a hard time matching it for sheer seductiveness.” (Jon about the Lonely). Also during this episode he and Melanie argue about whether her therapist is Web.

#157 Rotten Core - “Or Annabelle Cane is trying to manipulate me into thinking it’s one of the other scenarios. Previously, the spiders have made their presence clear when they’ve sent me… hints… but I can’t take that for granted.” (Jon about the Adelard statement left on his desk) (hey wait a minute if the statements refuse to record digitally how did Adelard send his on an e-mail-)

#160 The Eye Opens - “I’ll admit, my options were somewhat limited, but My God, when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you. I even held out some small hope you had been sent by the Spider as some sort of implicit blessing on the whole project, and, do you know what, I think it was.” (Douchard about Jon)

#163 In the Trenches - Annabelle calls Martin, Martin doesn’t pick up

#164 The Sick Village - “That’s - weird; I - I know the Web was wrapped around that phone, but, but I can’t - see her. A, At all.” (Jon about Annabelle)

#166 The Worms - Annabelle calls Martin to neg him over the phone.

Why did I spend over an hour doing this? Hell if I know. Am I any closer to finding out what the spiders want? Nope. So they’ve been helping Jon figure stuff out and got him appointed to the Institute in the first place, presumably so Elias would carry out his ritual, but why if they’ve never attempted a ritual before? They can’t be happy being ruled over by the Eye. What does Annabelle want with Martin? What the hell is going on at Hill Top Road?? WHAT IS UP WITH JON’S LIGHTER?????

#the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma the web #WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN #annabelle cane #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma #long post

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tsaritsa · 5 years

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THE KING AND QUEEN OF AMESTRIS – AN EXCLUSIVE LOOK INTO THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR

by Violet Whittaker and Laura Richter for PRIMA Magazine (photographs supplied by Wolffe Photography)

“We never thought this day would happen.” It’s the event Amestris has been waiting for with feverish anticipation – the wedding of Führer Roy Mustang to Lieutenant-Colonel Riza Hawkeye. Violet Whittaker and Laura Richter follow the pair on their wedding day and gain some insight into the private lives of the most talked-about people in the country.

It is a new experience for the leader of the nation, after a frantic year of picking up the mantle left in his wake by a country transformed almost overnight into a democracy. Nobody could say that the transition, led by the former Führer President, George Grumman, was not without its issues. But even as then-General Roy Mustang was sworn in after a historical vote that saw the Amestrian public having a say in their future for the very first time, nobody could have expected this new presidency to usher in such a feeling of hope and anticipation for what lies ahead. Mustang’s views, well-articulated from his campaign and debates, resonated deeply with the country – resulting in a landslide victory that proved the man and his vision for the future were unparalleled.

But it seems he’s met his match in his bride, the woman who has been one step behind him for almost his entire career in the military and politics. Riza Hawkeye, is a force to be reckoned with in her own right, with a much-decorated military career spanning back to her tender years as a teenager. An ever-present shadow in the background of many a press photo, Lieutenant-Colonel Hawkeye oversees her fiancé’s security detail – a job, she admits, that never seems to stop even when she’s off the clock.

On a quiet Thursday morning, the craggy, snow-dusted tops of the Cremil Ranges provide an unforgettable backdrop to today’s event. The blushing bride and groom are radiant since tying the knot in a gorgeous, relaxed and deeply personal ceremony overlooking Lake Mély, the place where they became engaged just over a year ago. It’s a sentimental moment to reflect on their romantic – and emotional – exchange of vows.

“When I saw her for the first time I choked up a bit,” the Führer confesses to PRIMA, never taking eyes off the now First Lady. “I was blown away. I knew I would be, but more so than I thought. She was beautiful.”

There is no pomp, no circumstance and none of the stiff formalities one might expect with such a high-profile wedding. Instead, it is a ceremony filled with laughter and joy, influenced by the couple’s own down-to-earth, understated and old-fashioned romance.

Flanked by his groomsmen, a beaming Roy is positioned under an arch that was created especially for this event. The groom waits patiently as the guests take their seats. But nerves that never made themselves known on the political ground seem to take over Roy, looking exceptionally clean-cut in his Mikhail Abel suit, keeps sneaking glances at the point where Riza will emerge.

The groom has spent the morning with his old military buddies at a friend’s house in the idyllic town of Lyford, East Province, while Riza, 32, gets ready with her small contingency of bridesmaids at the nearby Watkin Lodge, where the reception will be held afterwards. In high spirits, she manages to laugh about the less-than-favourable weather forecast as the radio plays in the background. Between each song, you can hear the messages of congratulations from the public being passed along by the radio hosts.

“We’re unbelievably humbled by all the support,” she says, fiddling with her earrings – which are, in a nod to tradition, her ‘something old’. Her veil has been borrowed from her maid of honour, a modest piece with delicate lacing detailing the edges. Her new wedding dress follows in a similar fashion – a simplistic A-line design that allows the bride’s beauty to shine through. The high neck and long sleeves are a choice that will undoubtedly be imitated by other brides, despite her protests that she is nothing of a ‘fashion icon’. Her simple, uncluttered approach has quickly made an impression with the public, with garments being sold out within days after she’s pictured wearing them.

However, Riza admits that she found herself a little stumped by the ‘something blue’.

“Honestly, I should’ve just worn the dress uniform – that would’ve covered it nicely.” The pragmatism is a refreshing change that reflects not only on Riza’s character, but the overall direction in which the Mustang’s wish to guide the country towards. In the end, her bouquet has been threaded with forget-me-nots, with bright yellow splashes of coronella and pink peonies.

Before long, cars are arriving, and last-minute adjustments are being made before the bridal party sets off for Lake Mély. The freshly-woven crown of clover is the last accessory to be added, pinned into her hair with care.

As he sees his bride finally appear, Roy’s eyes light up and that familiar, dazzling grin plays across his face – though this time it is a lot softer and meant for only his bride. Guests beam, and in some cases, shed tears as Riza walks past. But the real waterworks come out when their vows are spoken, small speeches that can only scrape the surface of a relationship that has gone back decades. There is large whooping from the guests when Roy calls Riza ‘his queen’, and similar cheering when Riza takes a moment to compose herself mid-speech, blinking furiously and promising in no uncertain terms that she will follow him anywhere.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt butterflies in my stomach,” Riza tells after the ceremony, smoothing down the silk of her dress. “But it wasn’t nervousness. Why would it be?” Here, she shoots a rare smile to her new husband. “It’s like you’ve been imagining this insurmountable obstacle and then you actually see it and realise it’s not as bad as you thought. I remember seeing you standing there and all I could think was – ‘oh, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you’.”

Both openly admit that marriage was never on the cards for them originally – with their positions as superior and subordinate for so long during their careers in the military, working together meant that any feelings the couple had for one another had to be buried deep, and never explored. “To say that there was a day when I didn’t love Riza Hawkeye, and then a day where I did is completely wrong,” Roy says. “Ever since I met her, I knew she would be a person who would have a monumental impact on my life. But we both knew that there were more important things to do than complain about where our choices left us.”

The two of them share a long and complicated history, most notably marred by the Ishvallan Civil War. Both served during the conflict, and the pair have always remained tight-lipped about their experiences there. But the choice to share their wedding with the public was not an easy one to make.

“We appreciated that there was a lot of interest,” Roy says diplomatically. “And we wanted to acknowledge the widespread support we’ve received following the announcement of our engagement.”

The following reception is rumoured to be legendary, but strictly a private affair. For the guests invited, it is sure to be a party filled with plenty of laughs and stories (both inspiring and embarrassing) about the couple. For the rest of us? Perhaps a reminder that love can be found and expressed in unassuming ways, and that you don’t need big flashy displays to reflect the years of quiet devotion that all of us can only dream of one day having.

The entire team at PRIMA Magazine wishes the newlyweds all the best in their new marriage.

(this piece was originally written for @royaizine and i finally remembered to upload it here! this is in the same fashion as my ‘hawk’s eye: definitive interview’ piece. please go and check out what everyone else did in the zine! there’s some truly spectacular writing and art created bc of it <3)

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fullmetal alchemist #fma fanfiction #my fanfic #honestly i think this interview series will become a trilogy at this point #and the 3rd piece is roy after getting the job #similar in style to how ardern's guardian article was (tho with less tragedy)#i hope u guys enjoy this!!

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[Full] Our Song _ E11 (Last in rankings today (fourth place) will leave. Last episode next week.)

4:17 - MC: Na-jie is back with the team, and XZ can finally breathe a breath of relief. He finally let Na-jie come back and has withstood the challenges without her, right? But right now we have a different situation, which is that they haven’t met for a while. Tonight is an important match. XZ, you won’t let Na-jie only come back this once and then not again, right? XZ: Of course not! Na-jie and I have not felt the passing of time at all, we’re still as compatible as ever! NY: I have communicated through phone, and I always ask him how the song selections are going.

5:30 - MC: In order to pick our order today, we all went shooting. The only person to shoot a 10 was... /one day earlier/ MC: When you (XZ) film, you should have practiced this, right? XZ: Yep. NY: Ge, let me tell you. You might not win over him (XZ). While filming he’s been learning how to shoot. FYQ: Oh, he has experience? NY: Yes, yes. Be careful! XZ: Playing blind~

6:44 - WOW, Fei Yuqing shoots a 10 AND made it look so easy. 7:15 - XZ: NA-JIEEEEEE!!!! /shoots a 4/ oTL [total 18 points] 7:26 - FYQ getting ready... /Na-jie starts singing/ He misses. FYQ: Who was singing??! ZHJ: You definitely influenced him. 7:51 - NY: Let me sing another song. FYQ: /misses again/ [total 10 points]

8:32 - MC: Because FYQ’s skill is very good, he can give the #1 spot to another team. FYQ: Ah, number 1.... Who was it that sang “The Evening Bell of Nanping”? NY: /oops/ FYQ: Who sang “One Plum Blossom”? NY: HAHAHA

9:14 - MC: Team Na-Zhan will be the first to sing tonight. They’ll be fulfilling two expectations. The first is that Na-jie is back! What sort of stage will their collaboration bring to us this time? The second is that they had prepared this song a while ago but didn’t get the chance to sing (bc they passed into the next round already), and at the time I had asked XZ to sing a few lines. Since that time, the audience has been asking non-stop when we would hear the song in its entirety. Everyone. That time is now.

9:54 - XZ: Na-jie!!!! NY: What is this? We’re matching again today, too. XZ: Come quick, come quick! XZ: I really missed you. NY: You missed me? How did it go? XZ: Pretty good. I need to report to you my results. NY: I thought it was a payroll. XZ: LOL. This is our record for the past weeks. We got third place twice, but last time we got second. Pretty good. NY: Very good!

Na Ying x Xiao Zhan - 被风吹过的夏天 (Bei Feng Chui Guo De Xia Tian)

16:07 - XZ: /confused baby takes the fish from Na-jie/ NY: I’m sorry. MC: Na-jie. I’m sure in all your years on stage and in your life, you’ve never been gifted a bag of fish before, have you? NY: /giggling/ XZ: /still confused/ NY: You didn’t see, did you? XZ: ? NY: I dropped the fish. XZ: /WHAT?/ A: If he had seen I bet he also would have laughed. XZ: If I had seen I wouldn’t have been able to sing the last verse either

16:45 - NY: When we were practicing, XZ would only be holding an ID card. Look at this thing- all wet, and REAL fish. With water. I didn’t hold it properly and when I was walking behind you I dropped it. At that time- my heart shattered. NY: And then when I was sitting here, I held up the fish and then I remembered how I dropped them and I COULD NOT sing anymore.

17:15 - XZ: I didn’t know what happened. I thought I sang wrong, Na-jie! NY: You were great. You kept on singing until the end. XZ: I didn’t have any other choice

17:26 - NY: I’m really glad you didn’t see that. I really need to tell you I’m sorry. XZ: No, no, no, no. It’s his fault (the fish). It’s you. /pokes the fish/ 17:38 - A: We were laughing ourselves silly down here. I saw Huajian-dage over there... ZHJ: I knew it could definitely influence them, but I get more screen-time.

17:51 - MC: Let me ask HJ, do you think it’s alright to make mistakes on a live stage? ZHJ: Of course! In this world, who can compare to me in terms of making mistakes on stage? JYQ: Big Bro “Forgetting the Lyrics” ZHJ: Not only forgetting the lyrics. I’ve written a whole new song before. ZHJ: This has to be said though, Xiao Zhan has improved a lot.

Hacken Lee x Zhou Shen - 大会堂演奏厅 (Da Hui Tang Yan Zou Ting)

30:06 - MC: Hacken wrote the lyrics for this song in 1988, when he was just 21 years old. A lot of people know his songs, but I must let everyone know that he’s written lyrics for more than 80 songs.

Fei Yuqing x Ayanga - 新鸳鸯·蝴蝶梦 (Xin Yuan Yang - Hu Die Meng) + Ayanga in a Pikachu sweater. Never thought I’d see it.

37:55 - MC: I need to say, from my standpoint, the one I could see the most clearly was Xiao Zhan. It looked like there was something shining from deep within his eyes. XZ: I feel very touched. I felt like I could hear in the song a hopeful feeling. It was divine, and made me see “hope” and the “future”. It’s very abstract, but I liked it a lot. NY: As soon as FYQ opened his mouth, I felt (indescribable). I realized that in the music industry, he’s too superior. -- NY: I’ve been thinking to myself- how could FYQ not continue to sing anymore.[FYQ is retiring, after this show is over, he will not be singing professionally anymore.] At the very last moment, now here is Ayanga. When he stood there singing I came to realize that even when Xiao Ge doesn’t sing anymore, he could be relieved that Ayanga is there to sing in his place.

Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao - 虎口脱险 (Hu Kou Tuo Xian)

Na Ying x Xiao Zhan - 恼人的秋风 (Nao Ren De Qiu Feng)

1:00:20 - MC: Hold on! We need to confirm something first. Could the female singer please say a few words? (/confirm it is really Na Yin XD/) NY: He’ll talk first. Him first. MC: I really do not dare believe this is our Na-jie! Audience: Team Na-Zhan! x10000 NY: What about us? Audience: You’re great!!! NY: Do you think we can turn this around (win another round)? Audience: /cheering/ MC: XZ, tell me. Whose idea was this? XZ: Actutally, it was Na-jie. She said she wanted to pay tribute. MC: ??? NY: It’s because previously we heard Hacken and Zhou Shen sing the “Ye Lang Disco”. After I saw that I thought that we also should sing a song like that. I wanted to pay tribute to my 80′s. MC: XZ. When you heard about the song, did you not even hesitate for a second? NY: He ignored me for a whole day! XZ: No, Na-jie! I really was working! I wouldn’t dare (ignore you)! NY: I was thinking “Oh shoot. He probably doesn’t like it.” MC: Or maybe he got scared. XZ: Honestly I did hesitate at first. I didn’t think I would be able to control it. But Na-jie said she wanted it retro, and she explained her vision to me, and I was convinced. I said if we’re going to do it, let’s [go big or go home]. So we tried a retro style.

1:02:05 - MC: You know, with Na-jie.. it’s very rare that we have the chance to see you sing AND dance on stage. ZHJ: And she danced very well! NY: I really need to thank XZ for practicing the steps with me all the time. When we were sitting there, too, he was counting the beats for me. You all know that even when I walk normally I’m a little uncoordinated. So this (dance) was really hard for me. You may not have seen, but up there where the lyrics are, the choreographer was there, showing me the steps.

1:02:53 - MC: Let me tell you, ever since we started battling in teams, this is the first time that FYQ forgot to hold his pen and paper. 1:03:44 - ZHJ: I know you are all very happy, but have you thought about how we feel? (ZHJ x JYQ, who have to sing next). You two... do you have to be so cruel? NY: In this music competition, you HAVE TO be this cruel. ZHJ: If we could vote, I’d vote for you to win. ZHJ: I’m really happy and thankful to have made it this far in the competition. It doesn’t even feel like one at this point. We’re all here to appreciate each other. I really want to thank the two of you for letting us open our eyes and ears. Especially Na-jie. NY: This is not easy for me. ZHJ: You’re obviously someone who can just rely on your face... why do you have to sing so well? And why do you have to have such a nice figure? NY: Do you know how much I’ve suffered off this stage? I can’t eat all the good foods! YOU can eat a bowl of noodles, but I can only eat three strands! XZ: !! NY: And then I have to work out. I think if you still want to stand on stage, you have to maintain a healthy mind/body. ZHJ: We will still work hard! Watch out for us!

Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao - 其实不想走 (Qi Shi Bu Xiang Zou | Don’t Want to Go)

1:05:11 - NY: This title makes my heart hurt. ZHJ: We can only play the sympathy card now.

1:12:24 - MC: When I was conversing with HJ before, he had told me that there was a singer that he always wanted to sing with- that singer is Na-jie. NY: ?! Audience: /sing sth!/

1:13:13 - ZHJ: Work with me here, is there any of my songs that you’ve heard? NY: I can sing any/all of your songs. MC: Can I request one? Because the two of your teams.... only one will continue in the competition, and now you have to part ways. So the only thing I can think of is “ 让我欢喜让我忧” (Make Me Happy Make Me Worry)

多想說聲我真的愛妳 I want to say I really love you 多想說聲對不起妳 I want to say I’m sorry to you 妳哭著說情緣已盡 You cry and say the relationship is over 難再續難再續 It’s too hard to continue, too hard to continue

就請妳給我多一點點時間再多一點點問候 Just please give me just a little more time, just a little more greetings 不要一切都帶走 Don’t take everything and go 就請妳給我多一點點空間再多一點點溫柔 Just please give me just a little more space, just a little more tenderness 不要讓我如此難受 Don’t make me so uncomfortable

ZHJ: Wait, there’s more I have to sing

妳這樣一個女人讓我歡喜讓我(+們)憂 A woman like you, makes me happy and makes US worry (he changed the lyrics from “me” to “us”) 讓我甘心為了妳付出我(+們)所有 Let me be happy for you, give US everything

1:16:39 - MC: I’ve been listening to a song recently that I really like, and I’ve written down a few of the lyrics to share with you. I think it suits this stage and everyone’s thinking. We say that this society runs too fast sometimes. So how fast is it? [Lyrics to Zhou Huajian’s most recent release “少年” Shao Nian (Youth)]

有时候来不及沉淀　岁月总是跑在灵魂的前面 Sometimes it’s too late to rush, years go by passing faster than the soul 好在还有一点信念　陪我们完成每一天 Fortunately I still have a little faith to accompany us to complete the day 别忘记心中的少年　狂奔的勇敢的 Don’t forget the youth still in your heart, hasty, brave 最初的少年 The youth you were at first

MC: We’ve been waiting six years for a new song from Huajian. Could you tell us about this song? ZHJ: Let me speak directly. For people my age, it’s hard to walk into a record shop... it’s highly likely that there aren’t many songs we can choose to listen to. That’s not to say that the current music of the youth isn’t good, it’s just that when you reach a certain age, there’s inevitably going to be that generational gap. I wanted to be able to give people in my generation a choice. For the past six years I’ve been thinking about this, and it’s only in the past year that I realized that after having written eight songs I was always talking about the past, when I was young. That’s how I thought of the theme, the title- “shao nian.” When I finished making the song I found it interesting. I used the word “youth” to look at the faces of everyone around me. The people I know now, the people I’ve known for years, the people I am getting to know. There’s a youth inside all of us. No matter what age you are now, whether 60 or 70, there’s a youth inside you. Don’t hide them. Let them out.

Goodbye to Zhou Huajian and Jiang Yiqiao :’(

#Our Song #我們的歌 #i think lkq x zs or fyq x ayanga will win #straight up vocals #give fyq a grand memory for his start of retirement

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unclejuho · 6 years

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🚨 Weewoo weewoo 🚨 You've been held back by the love police! 👮 Say something nice to 10 of your mutuals and pass the message around 👮 Let's spread love not hate ❣️

ooaabhjdbhj this took me so long to answer but here i go!!! im late!!! and im repetitive!! but all these people make my heart go u*u

@jaevoon ((((her name is liz?????))

liz,,, you were like the solid first person i came to talk to on tumblr bc of your stupid lizard youngbin ask n then made the greatest decision to watch about time with the squad. i love your loyalness to jaeyoon, your even more loyalness to doyoung and your tags that always make me angery wheeze. and uh. i guess youre actually most loyal to yoelin, h u h. your soft huevos tag says it all. and i love your personal blog

@rowoonst

moving on to my next target, dear miss dawONSt,,,, i cant compliment you the same as liz bc loyalness, dont know her. im actually surprised roro is your icon. guess you really love seafood huh ;))) i love your face and your love for all your mans. like.. your obsession with shownu sim is still my favorite thing about you, but recently i havent had the pleasure of seeing him in the chat,,, hmmm,,, maybe you and liz should do your next spam with shownu sim.

@cheondae

louise im feel like i always say this but youre lowkey my absolute favest blog on this entire flop site… i know we dont rlly talk but dbhjbhbh youre such a dear mutual to me???? like you just make my dash the best it can be and ugh. i love your love for sf9 so much its so cute and so pure and god youre so funny and also. french?????? je aime a french bitch!!!! anyway yea you make me soft and i just highkey always wish to remain mutuals bc when we do talk its so much fun and you always make me smile so much ♡♡♡

@sunnpils

SAMMMMM UGH… my sweetest???? my loveliest?????? i just have a soft heart attack whenever youre online in the chat bc like. i love talking to you ashhjsbhs honestly??? youre so easy to converse with it feels lovelie. youre so cute and your gifs are!!!! so good!!! and so much goals!!! honestly you deserve to be the top tier blog out of all the rose, day6 and got7 blogs if youre already not!!!! i love you sam!!!

@rapperravioli

LARA SO I KNOW WE HAVENT TALKED IN A WHILE EITHER which is all bc of my dramatic switch of blog styles but i love you so much and asdbbhsj youre my favorite ravi stan ever???? who honestly deserves HIM so much??? if not you deserve more which… how is that even possible tbh… but omg youre always so cute and so nice to me nnn,, even though lettuce is your favorite food (ill never forget it im sorry i just)) youre one of my favorite people on this stupid site abhabhsh. honestly i hope you do get to see ravi bc i havent asked you yet bc if you dont i may actually cry… your instagram is also so PRETTY LIKE i get a heart attack whenever i see you on there i sometimes forget youre a 100/100 goddess like… i love you so much

@baektoyoo

OUR QUEEN OF TALENT??? OF DRAWING??? OF BEING SOFT AND JUST????? BEING so amazingly sweet im??? bawling???? ugh im still smad we couldnt meet up when you were in holland like.. i need me to go to canada asap… ugh i love how nice you always are to everyone plus,,, your cartoon drawings… im actually obsessed.. i cant believe youre actually gonna make me a juwoon one someday too… sO NICE.. and like i just love you so much asdbhahbsbh youre always so sweet and you just make my day when i see you on my dash its actually a bit embarrassing but shhhh… i also love sassy soph that we so rarely get to see ;))))

@hwiyyoung

another QUEEN??? just (hwiyoungs) queen of general being the most amazing??? oof em i have so much respect to you and everything you do like. your gifs are so amazing and youre overall so nice to everyone and just. whenever you rb a post of mine and compliment smth i do i just get giggly and proud and ugh you make me so happy!! plus youre so cute and asdbhjhb i love talking to you… also your selfie tag gives me butterflies hows the aesthetic like that. do you remember when we all trolled you as ems 8)

@javajaeyoon

ALE??? MY SWEET ALE WILL YOU ACTUALLY SEE THIS??? omg alex honestly the first thing i think of is us voice calling and just. shbjhadhbj talking to you is so much fun ugh… im smad we havent talked in a while but ALL IN GOOD PEACE since i know youre busy and go you.. so good at staying away from the web.. anyways alex i love you sm ugh.. youre always so funny n so cute and hhhhhh i just thought of your selfie n i choked again that hair was on fleek and youre so gorgeous!!! you and youngbin jaeyoon would be so cute im sure of it… my otp 8(((((

@woodawns

miss sflop9???? my dearest inseong anti?????? my gOOD hwi stan friend???? my UNNIE??? sahdabbahds god.. or should i say,, heol??? omg shi talking toyou is so much fun n we’re always the same with our spams.. n our thirst abt our mans even tho you say you hate inseong n all he stands for but i KNOW DEEP DOWN in your bONES you love that guy a whole much! also its so funny ahsbjd your love for drama… a true kpop stan… ugh i know you dont like showering me with love but ill continue to shower you with my love till the end of times bc thats just how it be!!! heol youre just so funny n im glad we r talking like we r because you make my days a lot more progressive hhh and im glad to be sharing these fine men with you.. even if you call juju zaddy which. im still not on board with but whatevs!!!!!

@jikseu

I SAVED THEBEST FOR LAST???? my lovlie inna!!!!!! im lov you forever!!! and you know no one can take that away! i hope you know im always here for you and you can always come to me

#me struggling to write paragraphs bc im not a writer bitch but heres everything shortened down to a sentence #if any of you are too lazy to read this wordfart #: i love you all

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Don’t I Know You From Somewhere?

PD 101 / YH's Justin X Reader [ fem ]

part two Fluff Word count: 2571 • you're an idol, Justin is your #1 fan • you meet him at a fansign and tbh he's adorbs so you're hella heart eyes for him ;) • soMehow you land the spot as a guest mentor for PD101 S2 even tho ur like young ( okay I'm sorry anon I had to, it isn't part of the original request but...a bit more of Justin fluff never hurts anyone....right? ) omfg, I love love love love love Justin ?? And my Yuehua boys ?? Yes ?? Bless them ?? Freaking adorable Euiwoong and Hyungseob and Jonghyun was a judge hoW CUTE gOD BLESS anyways, hope you like this anon, even if I modified it a little ok but am i the only one who goes soft for China line im so soft for Jung Jung. I love Jung Jung so much. might make a part two for this as well as • Crushing On You - Kang Daniel drop me feedback - admin L __________ Justin could barely contain his excitement as he clutched tightly onto his copy of your second mini album, shuffling in his spot in the queue. The entire venue was packed, fans buzzed with joy and the energy in the atmosphere was insane. Today was the day that Justin had waited for his entire life as a fan of yours. Today was the day of your fansign. When your fansign was announced, he screamed so loudly the whole Yuehua building trembled. Then, he proceeded to beg his manager to allow him to go. It was tough since he was set to participate in the survival show, Produce 101 a few weeks after but he sweet talked his way through. Once he got the 'okay' from his company, he managed to wrangle his best friend and fellow trainee, Zheng Ting to accompany him. Zheng Ting now stood behind Justin with pink cheeks, mildly embarrassed by his best friend's enthusiasm. I suppose it shows how dedicated of a fan he is.....He spent ages picking out his outfit today. I bet that's his $500 Star Wars shirt he was going to save for Produce 101. Justin even visited the salon to re-dye his hair for today. Oh my god. Zheng Ting was downplaying his own elation for his own sanity's benefit. Sure, he wanted to meet such a great inspiration to him but he wasn't a super die hard fan like Justin. Zheng Ting knew that Justin could practically chemically combust from all his zest, his grin was so wide it was sure to hurt. Oblivious to all the judgmental glares from Zheng Ting, Justin continued to keep his exhilaration levels high. His legs couldn't seem to stay still or root him to the floor properly. Even with his height, he still tip-toed to get a better look at you above the crowd. He sighed dreamily when he caught sight of your hair. Oh my god, Y/N looks so pretty today. She's the perfect idol. There's so much to learn from her. I wish she would look at me. Is this love? The expression on his face was so sheepish and dreamy, Zheng Ting nearly slapped him. "Yah, Justin! Wake up! The line is moving," he hissed. It was entertaining to see the maknae so incredibly spellbound by someone.

The snaking queue moved listlessly and Justin's patience was running thin. To fuel his energy into something else so that he won't be all jittery, he combed through your photo cards that were included in your mini album, taking them out and reassembling them multiple times. People around him stared at him like he was a lunatic but really, he couldn't care less. Justin clamped a hand over his mouth to cover his yawn, he secretly regretted waking up at the crack of dawn, forcing Zheng Ting to drive them an hour out to the venue at five am and sitting in the queue since seven am. He was lucky he managed to sneak in breakfast and breath mints. Dedications of a fan. He huffed and shuffled along as the line gradually started to move. At least he was getting close to you. ... "Hello, Y/N. How was today's fansign? Everything okay?" Your manager asked, scribbling whatever feedback there was from other staff on her notepad. "Hmm, it went well. Thank you for arranging it. I was happy to be there. But right now, I want to sleep," you admitted with a small groan. Thankfully, your manager was an understanding and kind one, you two got along super well much to everyone's surprise. She laughed and nodded, telling the driver to speed up a little. "Go ahead and sleep. I'll wake you when we reach." Truthfully, you were exhausted but your mind was plagued with thoughts of that handsome blonde fanboy at the fansign. His happiness was infectious, it put a smile on your face when you admired how his curls bounced with that skip in his step. You managed to catch his name, Justin, and you remembered exactly what had happened. It was rare you remembered everything word for word but something compelled you to. He had politely waited until the previous fan had stepped off the stage then, practically dashed up the stairs two at a time. He had run a hand through his curls before blurting out an excited 'Hello!' and bowing, nearly bumping his head on the table. As if he was ashamed, he used his right hand to cover his mouth and the other to pass you his bag of gifts and album. You had asked for his name which he gladly revealed. "I'm Justin." He beamed, revealing perfect pearly whites. "Well, thank you for the letter and the gifts Justin," you had said, shooting him your best cover-worthy smile. Justin couldn't be that much older than you. "You're very handsome." His face had turned beet red and he managed to stammer out a reply before nearly tripping on his way down from the stage. He was the most put together mess of a boy you had ever seen and somehow, you were attracted. It was rare you had male fans your age, cute ones at that. But, he was just fan, a face in the crowd you would have to force yourself to forget. You let out an irritated sigh, wishing it didn't need to be limited by its circumstances. Oh why, why couldn't I have gotten Justin's number or something? All I have is a name and a face I would hate to let go. It was safe to say sleep didn't come easy that night despite how worn out you were by the day's activities. You tossed and turned in your blanket, unable to block that blonde boy from your mind. Maybe it did you a favour by lulling you into a deep sleep and as creepy as it sounds, a dream of him. ... Justin was partially gone from your mind a month later but this morning, you could barely keep your eyes open as stylists bustled about, brushing your hair and whatnot, so once again, you found yourself thinking about him. You wondered what he was up to. Perhaps he was leading a normal teenage life. Going to school. Hanging out at the mall with his friends. All the regular, domestic things. A part of you was envious if he indeed had that kind of lifestyle. Today is going to be sooooo tiring. I just hope nothing terrible happens. Today was the day you were guesting on the survival show, Produce 101 Season 2. A few of your friends had participated in season 1 but so far, you hadn't heard from anyone about the second season. It was only the first week anyway, only one episode had aired but you were too busy to even watch teasers of it. Your role was simple, throughout the next week, you were going to support and supposedly mentor a couple of lower ranked teams as they prepared for their stages. It was a good opportunity for exposure and to make new friends. From what you had seen - or lack of since your van had pulled up to the location at six in the morning - all the contestants seemed to be pleasant. The plan was that you were surprising them with a wakeup call and a special buffet breakfast. ( bc i must feed my boys that's why let me live ) You hoped the directors knew what they were doing. "Y/N? Y/N." Manager unnie's voice shook you from your nap, you blinked bleary-eyed at her. She patted your head and helped you to your feet. "Go wash your face or something. Filming will begin soon." You complied, glad that the long-lasting stage makeup was sealed with a waterproof spray. After refreshing, you swiftly changed into your shooting outfit and followed a bunch of crew members to the dining hall. There, another team was busily preparing the surprise breakfast, probably the most the boys were allowed to eat. ( let them eat properly pls ) You stifled laughs when your mini album blasted through the speakers as an alarm. It could become pretty hilarious to hear your own music in public. When the main director signalled your cue, you raised the microphone - which was connected to the speakers - to your lips and delivered the message in a sickeningly sugary voice. "Good morning to all the gorgeous Produce 101 Season 2 contestants. This is not a drill. Please assemble in the dining hall in half an hour. Failure to comply will result in elimination. I repeat this is not a drill. Please assemble in the dining hall in half an hour. Failure to comply will result in elimination." The last part was a lie. No one would be going home on your watch. ... Oh my god. Is that Y/N's voice? Is that her album? How sweet of her to appear in my dreams. "Justin! Justin! Wake up!" What? Why is she calling me? A pillow smacked his face. "Yah! Justin! Wake up!" Justin shot up, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes. He blinked at his roommates. "Why? What is it?" They didn't need to reply as the announcement sounded again. "Attention all Produce 101 Season 2 contestants, good morning! This is not a drill, please assemble in the dining hall in twenty minutes. Failure to comply will result in elimination." His jaw dropped, almost hitting the bottom bunk. "Is-is-is that Y-Y/N sunbaenim?" He stuttered out his question. "Yes! So that is why we need to hurry!" That was all it took. He washed up in a matter of twenty seconds and changed into his best outfit in five. Justin grabbed his training things out of his suitcase and bolted to the dining hall as fast as his legs would carry him, his roommates trailing behind. He needed to see with his own two eyes that it was really you. It was so crowded he was already pushed back to the end of the crowd. Somehow, Euiwoong and Seunghyuk found him, they called for Hyungseob and Zheng Ting to come over. "Is it her? Is it really Y/N?" He asked, lips trembling. Zheng Ting nodded, star-struck. Euiwoong had to hold Justin up to prevent his legs from giving way. He almost started sobbing. Does she remember me? I hope she does. He thought hopefully before sighing in realisation. No, there's no way she would have remembered someone as insignificant as me. Once everyone had arrived, you introduced yourself and explained your arrival. There were yells of jubilation and cheers. Some of the boy's jaws hung open and they had a hand over their mouths. It made you smile and amp up. Justin listened in awe to your motivational speech, he was in a daze the whole time as his friends led him to their usual table. Then, he noticed you were walking around and greeting some of the other boys. He scrambled to grab Euiwoong's arm across the table, almost making his hyung topple his tray of food. "Yah! Justin, are you okay?" Euiwoong was puzzled by his sudden behaviour. Justin frantically shot questions at him. "Is my hair okay?" "Do I smell good?" "How does my sweater look? Cute enough?" Euiwoong rolled his eyes and spooned some rice into Justin's mouth to make him shut up. "You look fine. I bet everyone else is worried about their appearance too. Full offence, these uniforms look awful," he said in a hushed tone. Justin fussed with his hair even more. Meanwhile, you too grabbed a tray and marched around the dining hall with your manager by your side, scanning for a place to sit. Suddenly, you spotted a familiar tuft of blonde hair. Justin? Oh my god, Y/N! Stop being delusional. Stop relating everything back to that......... fan. But your pace quickened as you approached his table, partially because he reminded you a lot of your long time crush who you would most likely never see again. As you neared, his face became more clear and you gasped. Even though the first and supposedly last time you saw him was a month ago, you still could recall what his face looked like. There was no mistaking that this trainee was Justin. Is the boy sitting next to him Zheng Ting? I met him too. It was cute to see Justin brushing his hair repeatedly with his hands. He whined when it still stuck out in different directions, the other participants sitting next to him only made fun of him. Should I address them formally? Are we friends? What if he is older than me? How do I call him? Oh my god, I don't want to be rude. These thoughts filled your head as you drew closer, palms growing all the more clammy. 'Oppa' isn't rude right? ( lmao guys this is such a koreaboo thing for me to add in my works but tbh i just didn't want to sound rude ??? and more realistic, not so Americanised but pls tell me what I should do. I don't want to offend anyone out here ) Should I call him that? I bet Zheng Ting is older though? What if I offend them? Do you want to sit with them or not? Another voice piped up. Yes, but- Just go! It gave you a push which pulled yourself together. Like the confident idol you are, you strutted up to the Yuehua boy's table, showing off your perfectly sculpted legs in the process, and tapped Justin on the shoulder. He spun round to face you and when he realised it was you, his jaw hung open and large eyes grew bigger. "Hi, Justin oppa, do you remember me?" You asked, beaming brightly. Justin was so shocked he couldn't form a coherent sentence. "The world would end if Justin forgot who Y/N is. He is your number one fan. Believe me, his wall in our dorm back at the company is filled with your posters. If-" Seunghyuk was abruptly cut off with a desperate yell from Justin. Zheng Ting shoved another spoonful of rice into his maknae's mouth. "You haven't eaten a thing on your tray." "Hello, Jung Jung oppa, I believe we met too." You bowed out of respect and Justin nearly fell on his knees. "Ahh, it's okay! Sunbaenim!" Gesturing to your tray, you asked if you could sit with them for breakfast. Seunghyuk moved over to sit next to Hyungseob which created a space next to Justin. The boy went red when you slid into the seat next to him, accidentally bumping his arm. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" You exclaimed but he assured you he was fine. Regardless, you grabbed his arm and ran your hand over it. "Are you sure? You can't get hurt!" He couldn't even utter words. Should I? Whatever, I should. You took his arm and slung it over your shoulders before turning back to him, a sultry ( keep it PG you're both kids ) smile on your lips. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Justin cleared his throat and suddenly adopted a blank expression. "My girlfriend is here today." No...... He held up his - well Euiwoong's pocket mirror - to your face. You burst into a fit of giggles. "Nice one, Justin. I knew I could recognise you." Sigh, let's see what happens during this short time of filming. ( this is so bittersweet i’m sorry )

#yuehua #yuehua trainees #yuehua entertainment #justin huang #zhu zheng ting #jung jung #lee euiwoong #ahn hyungseob #choi seunghyuk #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios

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lolbtsaus · 7 years

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Werewolf!Taehyung (Boyfriend)

And now it is time for the third member of the sunshine line, the second half of the Daegu princes, the second half of Vmon, the love of my life who looks so good in beanies oh my god I need someone to make a post of just beanie!Tae bc it is one of my favorite looks, Kim Taehyung aka V aka tae tae

I’ve written three things for werewolf!tae so far, there’s the description of him as a werewolf in general, which is part one (here) part two is him falling in love with a human (here) and of course, werewolf!tae as a father (all of the father related posts are here)

Since one of the requests was for human!reader, I’ll be using that to start off with

Cutest sweetest silliest boyfriend

Will always wanna cuddle, always wants kisses, l o v e s cheek kisses or nose kisses just any kisses

If you’re okay with couple items, he’s gonna want some couple items, lil couple rings, couple bracelets, necklaces, maybe a couple shirts or like matching themed outfits so like all black or white or gray or overalls or 60s outfits, just anything like that

Lots of pillow talking and lots of sweet nothings sleepily mumbled as he’s falling asleep and always a daily “I love you” at least one a day

Similar to Jimin, once he tells you about the fact that he’s a werewolf, he’s not gonna hold anything back

He l o v e s being a wolf so you eventually get really used to walking in and seeing a wolf chilling around your apartment, it gets to a point where it’s almost weirder to not come home to it

But of course, the first time you come home to see this giant ass wolf rolling around in the dog bed, it takes a minute for everything to click together

Your initial thought is more of a holy shit there’s a wolf in my living room what am I supposed to do with this news rather than a oh it’s just Tae

It’s pretty easy to realize this wolf isn’t an actual wild wolf, seeing as it’s watching TV on its back, all sprawled out

You’re a bit hesitant to approach it just in case you’re wrong but then it sees you and its tail starts wagging and it runs up to you

It’s a pretty big wolf, close to being the biggest, it has this dark brown, almost black, fur that’s s o fucking soft (just look at Tae’s hair and tell me that shit doesn’t look super soft)

The eyes give it away though bc they’re the same color as Tae’s but they’re also bright and excited, filled with love and adoration

You immediately know it’s Tae and you just have to sigh in relief bc you had been nervous for a second

He’s always super warm but as a wolf, he’s even warmer so sometimes on cold nights/days, he’ll go off into his wolfy form so you can cuddle him and keep warm

You honestly forget he’s a wolf sometimes bc he’s such a puppy and he’s so cute and sweet, even as a giant wolf with sharp ass teeth that could do a whole lot of damage

He could never hurt anything, there’s this one time he’s chasing after a butterfly and he goes to swat at it with his paw and he actually hits it and he turns back into human so quickly so he can check on the lil butterfly (it’s totally okay) bc he didn’t mean to actually hit it

He’s one of the most playful wolves of the pack

Actually getting to sit with him on the full moon is a rare occurrence bc he’s so busy playing and running around

Basically, on full moons, werewolves get this huge boost of energy and Tae is already really energetic on a normal day so the full moon is pretty much the how long can Taehyung run day

He and Jimin are tackling each other and Jungkook’s chasing the both of them and they’re getting all of pack to play, they’re the ones that always start the play fights

Tae and chim try to sneak up on hobi while he’s sitting with his love but he hears them and the three of them start chasing each other around and everyone’s barking and playfully growling and some of them are howling

Okay but I just wanna throw this out there, their howls would be so harmonized and beautiful to listen to bc did you hear Jimin, Jin and kook singing Love Yourself, that harmony was gorgeous and that was just a random sing along

Howls are always harmonized and this one time, you record it bc you love it so much and it almost sounds more like a song than a random howl

Tae always brings Soonshim to the full moon gatherings and it’s so cute to see them playing together and rolling around in the dirt

Tae is v v protective over you but mainly with serious threats

He gets protective the first few full moons with you and the pack bc he knows that accidents can happen and sometimes a wolf bites down too hard or kicks too quickly and while another wolf can handle that, a human can’t always handle it

It’s a lil weird to see Tae get 100% serious bc normally he’s happy and cheery so seeing him deal with a serious threat reminds you that he is actually really powerful and that he can hold his own and it makes you wonder just how much he holds back in play fights bc his serious growl is much much different from his playful one

Just think about that for a second, like if his speaking voice is as deep as it is, just imagine his growl like that shit would be so intimidating

He doesn’t leave your side until the threat is gone with no chance of it coming back and he’s ready to defend you no matter what and of course, the entire pack is right behind him

Pretty much everyone is ready to attack at Namjoon’s word so if the threat is a smart person/pack, they’ll leave while they can bc you don’t really wanna piss of a pack of BTS’s size, especially when you have seven huge ass wolves ready to lead the attack

They’re a very friendly pack so if you get them pissed off enough to fight, you’ve done goofed

But you never have to worry about being hurt once you’re with Tae bc not only is he ready to protect you at any hour, he’s got the rest of the pack willing to back him up

As I mentioned in the other posts, werewolves don’t get jealous in the same way humans do, they mate for life so they don’t have much to worry about when it comes to losing their partner

But they do get jealous in a playful way, in a “I want all of your attention on me rn” and tae is the king of that

He’ll get whiny, he’ll stomp his feet (or paws) he’ll stand between you and the other person/wolf/dog/whatever it is that’s keeping you occupied and just pout

But you’re human so you do get jealous sometimes

He’s a b ea uti ful man so it’s not a strange idea that people would flirt with him or try to slip him their numbers bc he has a really approachable vibe to him like he’s someone you could start a conversation with in an elevator and it wouldn’t be awkward bc he’s just so friendly

It’s never a great feeling to see someone being so touchy or blatantly asking if he’s single when he’s holding onto your hand or has his arm over your shoulders but he’s always really quick to point out that he’s got someone he’s v v happy with

He doesn’t let you be jealous for too long, even though he thinks you look really cute when you’re jealous, bc he wants you to feel loved and he wants you to know that you never ever have to worry about him with anyone else

“I’ll be yours for the rest of my life, you’re my person, you’re the only person I’m gonna love, I hope you know that and never worry about anyone else”

While he will try to cheer you up if you’re feeling insecure about being human, he will get serious if that’s what you need, he’s always been really good at knowing what you need him to do when it comes to comforting

He knows when you just need a shoulder to cry on, when you need someone to talk it out with and when you need someone to act like a clown and get you to laugh and smile and he’s more than happy to be all of that for you

He doesn’t really care that you’re human, he’s never even thought much of it once he’d told you he was a werewolf, he’s always just accepted you as you are and never thought twice about it

He’ll make sure you rarely get the chance to feel insecure, he’s always telling you that he loves you and he’s always giving you that lovey dovey look and just being your number one fan in general, he’s always showing you his support and rooting you on in your career and it’s easy to tell that he couldn’t care less whether you were a werewolf or a human

Werewolf!Tae as a boyfriend is just a giant puppy with a whole lot of love for you who’s always there for you and makes you feel really special and loved and treats you like royalty

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yotsutama · 7 years

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Hello Hiroshima! (02/13)

Thanks to Sophia (@aseria) for editing ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉ∀`)･ﾟ･｡

Visual Board Tour Event:

Sendai | Sapporo | Hiroshima

Mitsuki: Let’s begin todays IDOLISH7’s web program…

All: Kimi to ‘Ai'dolish Nai to~!

Sougo: This web program is presented by the seven members of IDOLISH7. It takes place the same time as our tour to seven different cities, “Visual Board Tour.”

Yamato: People of Sapporo, did you have fun~? This might be sudden but, make a promise to Onii-san. Please be sure to choose how spicy you would like your curry soup to be. (Don’t order it like Sou bc it’s inedible.)

Mitsuki: Exactly that!

Sougo: Being able to choose how spicy we wanted it to be is the best. *smiles*

Tamaki: The smile of a man who chose a spiciness of level 50… Scary…

Nagi: Sougo looked so happy while eating it so someone decided to say, “Let this Onii-san take a bite of it!” without thinking.

Yamato: It was my biggest regret…

Mitsuki: It’s so rare seeing Yamato-san challenging something!

Sougo: Yamato-san, I am so sorry. It seems like my sense of taste is a bit weird when it comes to spiciness.

Iori: I do not think it is necessary to apologize, Ousaka-san.

Riku: That’s right! Sougo-san looked so happy while eating it, so I understand the feeling of wanting to taste it too! Right, Iori?

Iori: It’s Nikaido-san’s own fault to begin with.

Yamato: Mitsu, Ichi is giving me a cold attitude again…

Mitsu: Ahaha! It’s because you alllways tease Iori, you know.

Yamato: Is that so… I teased an adolescent adult too much huh. Ichi, I’m sorry~.

Iori: That shady smile of yours is 100% suspicious.

Nagi: 100% suspicious, that’s an accurate way to describe Yamato.

Tamaki: 100% suspicious is accurate? Does he stink?

Sougo: Tamaki-kun, it’s not about food.It’s different from “100% Pudding” in a King Pudding Drink. (1)

Tamaki: I know that!!

Riku: Yamato-san has his kind side too! Not long ago, he gave me lots of heatpacks!

Yamato: Riku’s kindness made this Onii-san tear up~. Anyway, Mitsu, isn’t it already time to move on to the next corner?

Mitsuki: U-Um! You’re right!

Yamato: What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re nervous because it’s finally THAT corner? *smirk*

Mitsuki: I’m not!! Stop with that expression like you’ve found a new toy to play with!

Sougo: I see. I had a feeling that we were holding out too long, so it is because of that.

Mitsuki: Even Sougo! It’s not like that!

Sougo: I am sorry. I was just a bit surprised, even Mitsuki-san can get nervous.

Yamato: I know right~

Nagi: At first sight, these two are smiling normally. But Sougo’s smile is an angelic smile while Yamato’s is a devil’s smile. Everyone, be careful so that you won’t be deceived.

Mitsuki: Exactly! It’s not like I’m nervous or anything! Ossan, you blushed when it was your turn last week!

Yamato: Last week has nothing to do with today~

Mitsuki: Damn it…!!

Iori: Nii-san, fans across the country have been looking forward to this, so let’s forget Nikaido-san and move on to the next corner.

Riku: We’re all looking forward to Mitsuki’s confession! Even Iori looked nervous today!

Iori: Huh!? I was not nervous at all!! Didn’t you just misunderstand me!?

Tamaki: So, you just wanted to go to toilet that time?

Iori: That’s not it!

Mitsuki: My little brother is so cute, so let’s move on to the next corner! “Confess Your Love in Dialect!”

All: Oohh~!

Mitsuki: Last week, we were surprised because the title suddenly changed and we forgot to explain the rules… Riku, I leave it to you!

Riku: Okaay! Just as the title says, one member must confess using the dialect of the city we’re currently visiting. The confessions are chosen by acquaintances of our staff so I think the dialect used will be out of date nowadays. Please forgive us!

Mitsuki: Thanks, Riku! That being said, I, Izumi Mitsuki, is in charge of Hiroshima!

All: Yaay~!

Mitsuki: It’s hard to say it because I’ve been talking a lot as the MC..

Riku: It’s okay, take a deep breath Mitsuki!

Iori: You can say it whenever you are ready, Nii-san.

Yamato: Ichi, hasn’t your attitude changed a little too much compared to last week’s?

Nagi: This is what they call ‘An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth’, isn’t it?

Tamaki: Lol. Yama-san you got what you deserved.

Sougo: Um, Mitsuki-san can’t find the right timing like this, so everyone please be quiet.

Mitsuki: Thanks Sougo! But it’s hard to say it if you all suddenly go quiet… I’m going to do it like Yamato-san did last week so, everyone form a line, please!

All: Okayy

Mitsuki: Being with all you, I love you. (2)

All: Oooohh…!!!!

Tamaki: Mikkiii, you’re so cool…!

Riku: You look so manly! (3)

Mitsuki: Am I!? You see, in Hiroshima, they call out to others with ‘omae’.

Sougo: The confession was so great, it sounded strong and fits Mitsuki-san well! (4)

Nagi: Mitsuki’s fans will fall deeper in love, I understand this feeling.

Yamato: Is it just me or are the reactions different compared to mine and Ichi’s confession…

Iori: As expected of Nii-san. Nii-san’s characteristic and word choice gave it more impact.

Mitsuki: Everyone, thank you…!! It’s embarrassing so let’s begin the next corner, “Talk About Your Memories in that City!”

All: Let’s talk about it~!

Matsuki: Ok. Then Tamaki, please explain this part of the program!

Tamaki: Ooh. We talk about our time in the city we’re currently visiting. That’s all.

Mitsuki: Thanks! That’s short and easy to understand! Riku, do you have any?

Riku: We played table tennis in the inn. It was fun! I was surprised that Nagi was so good at it! He was like, “Take that..!”

Iori: That’s true, it was really surprising.He has such a gap between his appearance and his personality.

Tamaki: Nagicchi’s smashes were so amazing.

Mitsuki: I thought if it was table tennis, I would definitely win against Nagi. I underestimated him…

Nagi: Mitsuki, please don’t feel down. I am just outstanding, that’s all.

Yamato: You don’t have any intention to apologize at all, do you.

Nagi: Is there something wrong?

Mitsuki: Ahaha! There’s nothing wrong, Nagi is just confident. Keep it up!

Sougo: Indeed. I also want to be more confident, just like Nagi-kun…

Tamaki: What do you mean more….

Sougo: I don’t have anything really special, so…

Tamaki: You don’t need any more skills.

Sougo: Skills…? (5)

Nagi: You won’t get anything by praising me Sougo.

Mitsuki: Nagi needs to be more modest,just like Sougo.

Nagi: What is that, is it delicious?

Yamato: You, merge with Sou, then split that into two. That would be perfect…

Iori: It would be nice if Ousaka-san could give at least 10% of his diligence to Yotsuba-san.

Tamaki: What? stop with the math.

Iori: No, it’s nothing. Yotsuba-san, do you have any memories of Hiroshima?

Tamaki: Yeah. The Okonomiyaki was super delicious. I want to eat it again.

Riku: It really was! It was exciting eating at a popular restaurant known for its okonomiyaki!

Nagi: Riku was super excited there.

Tamaki: Level 50 Spicy man ate more spicy food though.

Mitsuki: He did!

Iori: He ordered without hesitation, didn’t he.

Tamaki: Yama-san even said, “I won’t be deceived by Sou’s smile ever again”

Yamato: I did say that.

Sougo: I, I am so sorry…

Mitsuki: Ahaha! Don’t apologize, these will all be fun memories!

Tamaki: It’s so spicy that I almost shed tears just sitting next to Sou-chan.

Riku: Wow! It’s THAT spicy!?

Iori: Nanase-san, please don’t try it.

Riku: I know that already…!

Tamaki: I’ve started calling this case as the “Spicy Sougo Bomb”

Nagi: So it’s SSB…

Riku: It sounds strong…!

Sougo: It’s embarrassing……

Mitsuki: Hey hey, youngsters, your conversations are cute as always but, it’s time for Hiroshima’s detailed announcements!

All: Oohh~!

Mitsuki: IDOLISH7’s tour across the country, “Visual Board Tour 2017” will take place at Hiroshima starting today, on February 13th. There will be a soft-atmosphere themed poster, CM, and merchandise there, so please check it out!

Sougo: There’s also Mitsuki-san’s message on billboard in Hiroshima Station, right?

Mitsuki: That’s right. It’s a bit embarrassing…!

Iori: We will continue to upload our photoshoots in Hiroshima on Twitter, so don’t miss it.

Riku: February 13th is also a day before Yamato-san’s birthday!

Sougo: It is.

Mitsuki: Old man’s day!! I’ll prepare lots of super cute chocolates for you.

Yamato: Don’t say old man’s day! Next month will be your turn, you know.

Mitsuki: I know that already! I expect a nice gift, Ossan!

Yamato: I’ll prepare confetti for you.

Tamaki: Give me some too, Yama-san.

Mitsuki: It’s not a doll festival!! …This annoying Ossan’s photobook is designed by Iori, so don’t forget to buy it, everyone~!

Nagi: The cover makes it difficult to buy it, but there are many photos that shows Yamato’s charms that can only be seen in the photobook, do get hold of it.

Tamaki: Ossan’s photobook is super great. I laugh all the time.

Riku: Ahahaha, stop that Tamaki! I’ve been holding back my laughter, and yet..!

Sougo: Tamaki-kun, if you don’t stop it now he will steal your King Pudding again…

Yamato: Uuughh just leave this topic alone! Let’s move on!

Iori: I will show my true skill. Please look forward to Ossan’s photobook, I mean Yamato’s photobook.

Nagi: Iori is in great condition today.

Mitsuki: Everyone really loves Yamato-san, huh! We don’t have much time left so we’ll continue in the dressing room later! Well then, everyone, see you next episode! 3, 2, 1!

All: The next “Kimi to ‘Ai'dolish Nai to!”, don’t miss it!!!!!

T/N

(1) “King Pudding Drink”, “100% Pudding”: (x)

(2) Mitsuki’s confession in Hiroshima dialect was: “Omae no koto, suki jakee” which literally translates to ‘about you, I love you’

(3) Riku literally said “Using ‘omae no koto’ in an confession makes it more manly!”

(4) ‘Omae’ means ‘You’. Sougo said that the confession line fits Mitsuki because Mitsuki calls out to others with 'omae’ everyday.

(5) In this conversation, Tamaki was trying to tell Sougo that he doesn’t need to change who he is, and not having as much confidence is fine. He literally said “Don’t add more skill,” which comes across even more confusing due to his lack of explanations

Thanks for reading!!

#idolish7 #idolish seven #visual board tour #hello hiroshima #yamamitsu is strong this time #everyone loves mitsuki~#4 DAYS UNTIL TAMAKI'S CONFESSION #nnnnnnrggghh #I hope I can translate it normally without showing my undying love to him #btw 100% pudding written on that king pudding drink #doesn't that mean it's just a pudding?#yazutranslates #yazu vbt translation

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holy moly i just took a good three hour nap after class, and i missed all the introductions. well since i’m never on time to anything ( sorry don’t hate me ) i tried to make up for it by explaining my trash child in depth below, you can skip through the first half to read the summary at the end bUT i promise the self para is worth a read if ya wanna know my gal. i’ll try to get past the boring stuff, i’m aria most people tend to call me ari & i can’t wait to meet everyone of you. please don’t judge how many hamilton references i’ll make, it’s a problem and i’m working on it. any whoot i can’t wait to plot w every single one of you babes ! ps tw: death, depression, trichotillomania, self harm, & suicide risk ( if you’d like to not hear about any of these things, feel free to message me & i’ll give you a summary of rosalina without them! )

a self para?? ( bc i’m so extra )

How do you mourn when your own body is a complete and total reminder of your loss? Rosalina hadn’t quite figured it out. She stared at the reflection of her sister in the mirror. Identity was a fickle thing, especially when half of it is ripped away overnight. Her heavy head fell to the side, tilted and her jaw slightly slackened leaving her soft pink lips parted. The shadows fell heavily across her face making the contours look like deeply pitted bruises in the early morning light that filtered through the shades of her bedroom window. A fierce, stern knock sounded from her door. The noise nearly caused Rose to jump out of her own skin. If only it were so easy.

“Rosalina, you’d better be up and getting ready,” it was her father’s authoritative voice advised through the door.

Of course Rose was awake. It was rare when the girl truly slept, not since everything happened. The pills they gave her, coupled with their white lies of faith and healing, kept her in a fog during the day but her mind buzzed horribly during the night. Uncountable hours were spent watching the pillow on the bed opposite hers which had long since stopped smelling of her sister, her attention buzzing with unthinkable concepts to healthy minds, all while her forefinger unknowingly traced the roadmaps of scar tissue telling a journey of loss across her forearm.

The face of her double stared back at her in the mirror making Rose’s stomach tick and curl. She felt her chin quiver and she sniffed hard looking at the contents spread across her vanity. The smooth tan surface was stained with rich, bronze foundation and drugstore hair dye in attempt to strip the features that had tied her to Penelope. She picked up her foundation sponge and watched the nude liquid drip onto the back of her hand, a perfect match. Rosalina had long since stopped fooling herself that a change in her appearance would fool others into security concerning her mental state. She dipped her sponge tentatively before applying it to her face over her eyelids and lips. She opened her eyes again, their slight green, like a spring she knew would never live to see come, the only relief from the bronze-smooth skin.

The lid to her cream blush hadn’t been put on correctly. She looked down at the small pot of dried out, deep pink cosmetics cracked like a small section of scorched desert. She parted her lips, which had been stuck together from being held together so tightly in anxiety, and spit into the jar. She rubbed the saliva around the blush to reconstitute its creamy texture. Had Poppy been there Rose surely would have been scolded, maybe even roughhoused a little in lighthearted affection. Rosalina’s only consequence was a comfortless silence.

The doorknob to the closet had been taken off promptly after Rose’s outburst. She stuck her fingers in the hole, pulling the door open. Her hand lifted to the back of her head as her eyes scanned the array of clothing. Rosalina twisted a single strand of hair around her finger and pulled upward, a swift, small, quick action, pulling the hair out from the root. She dropped it to the floor, pulling another, another, another, before ever noticing the action. Her face flushed as she ran the tip of her finger over the area she had pulled from. The empty space was detectable, a few hairs poking at her where the regrowth had begun again. She rushed to her mirror, grabbing the brush in urgency. She pulled her hair up into one hand, hardly able to contain the curls in her grasp, even with what she was convinced was an entire lock and curl of hair pulled out from the roots, before pulling an elastic band to hold it. She would have to wear her hair in special ways. Her mother was sure to notice.

Trichotillomania was only one of the many words thrown across the clinical room from the doctor’s file to her grief stricken parents. Depression, self-harm, suicide risk and survivor’s guilt followed. Rose had hung her head in defeat. The words and diagnosis meant nothing to her but a botched attempt at true healing. What did this man know about her, or her parents? Didn’t any of them know the weight upon her chest, the terrible love she’d been subjected to by the virtue of being the surviving twin? The burden of living without her same wasn’t one she could carry. The absence of Penelope wore away at Rosalina like the agony of a phantom limb.

They were going to send her there again, a strange place with blindingly white walls. When she walked into those doors it make her problems seem to grow three fold. She felt more alone than ever before. Still, out of instinct, she found her hand reaching to take Poppy’s for comfort, desperate grasps for that same phantom limb. Instead she got pills, diagnoses, white lies, blank notebook pages to express her thoughts and document her loss, and forced smiles like those on her grandmother’s painted china clowns. They frightened Rose screaming, live, live, live. Some stranger in her brother’s skin had showed up as well. Since when had he cared? And did he think he was like the sutures in her arm, a simple fix that could replace Poppy by virtue of common blood, to stitch her together and heal her? They pressured her to live on without half her heart, breathe without lungs, but all Rose could think of was how peaceful it might be to drown.

She had looked up statistics. A person could last six minutes without oxygen, but Rosalina knew she hadn’t breathed in months silently cursing the human body and all it’s resilience.

Summary

Originally from Santa Cruz, California Rosaline was born into a middle class family beside her twin sister Penelope & an older brother ( possibly a wc i’ll be sending in, definitely think it’d be interesting to see him played! )

Heading home from a party on west cliff, they were just sixteen when the accident changed Rose’s entire existences. They hadn’t had more that two drinks Rosalina was keeping track the entire night, and yet when the twin sisters climbed into their beat up Toyota they were forced to share – One of them never made it home. Falling asleep at the wheel, partially intoxicated, Penelope drove the pair off the rocky cliffs straight into the ocean current. It’s a miracle Rose had survived, she heard that more than a million times the months following. Yet, as those months passed the more she wanted to be in that deep water with the same fate her sister had faced. Living without the one person in the world who truly understood her, it was like the world was constantly on fire without Poppy. Nothing made sense, nothing felt right, every passing day she lost herself a little more.

The pills helped settle the depression, the therapy over the next three years helped her work through the hair pulling, but life never really felt normal. Loosing a twin isn’t like loosing a sibling, that night Rosalina lost a part of herself she could never get back. A part of herself she blamed for not being able to save, arguably the best part of her heart. Though it’s not something she can shake, living every day wishing things had turned out different, with time Rose learned to live life again. Finishing high school a year later than expected, she applied to colleges around the United States – anything far enough to start a new life.

Flash forward six years from the accident – Rosalina strays away from any memory of that night, the nightmares don’t haunt her quite as often, and though she misses Poppy every day she’s attempting to live life in honor of her sister. Rose is the kind of girl you can’t help being friends with, though she has a soft & effervescent exterior that one would assume glows from the inside out – she’s also quite mysteriously and drawn back at times. It’s a numb existence filled with prescription medications, a drink to forget the past, and a few puffs to relax the tension where her body seems to ache in place of her double. It’s still taken on day at a time, with pre rehearsed responses to the same “how are you feeling?” she’s learning to be okay with not being okay some days. Moving to Norely has helped get her away from the memories, and though she’s still in school waitressing pays most the bills now a days.

I hope that gives you a good idea of who my trash child is & I can’t wait to see everyone on the dash as a big family. I’ve been dying to play Rose out for the past three months, I just hadn’t found the right place so I’m hoping this is it for us! If you’re interested in plotting please feel free to like this post or ofc come to my ims & I’ll reply asap x

#( & –– i still need tags oops )#wow o k #this got long #i'm sorry #norley:intro

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