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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 4.7k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, angst without resolve, smut - marking, unprotected sex, creampie

↣ notes :: pretty pretty please don't let anyone treat you like this 🥺 small argument or not, there are healthy ways to communicate this type of insecurity 🫶🏽

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"I can see that look in your eyes, the one that shoots me every time you grace me with your cold shoulder."

- ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ -

Kiara stuffed her hands in her oversized hoodie pocket as her feet led her through the hustle and bustle of the city streets. The weather was getting more tolerable as they approached a new month in the year. But then again, you could have a full snowstorm in New York in the spring. She kept her outfit light today, as light as she could go without freezing: A hoodie, a pair of leggings, and a spring jacket. The sneakers on her feet were old—dirt and stains in the crevices while the laces started wearing out. Kehlani blasted through her headphones as she weaved through people. She missed the city dearly. There was something about the feeling here that was addictive. Everyone had somewhere to be—whether it was to a job that they hated or a job that they loved, to see a family member, to sell a hat, to shop until they created a debt, or to see something incredible. Everyone had a story, no matter how big or small.

Kiara's story led her to a quaint coffee shop. Tiny and modern, it is a perfect puzzle piece in the large-scale picture of Manhattan—the smell of dark beans roasting mixed with the semi-sweet scents of freshly baked pastries. Exposed brick and pipes gave the place an industrial feel, partnered with the greenery hanging from the walls. Furniture with dark wood and black metal legs contrasted with the grey concrete flooring.

Despite it now being a crowded place where teens and adults alike could get their daily fix of the dark liquid, she knew this place from its humble beginnings. Mr. Choi brewed a mean cup of Joe, and she would sip it during the early morning rush before class in college. She and her best friends practically lived in this shop during school. They were always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Mr. Choi almost adopted them, considering how often they were there. Jeongguk even got a job here at some point, figuring if he was going to spend all his time here, he might as well get paid for it.

They still gather here occasionally, especially on days like today. When Kiara arrived at the door, she pushed it open. A crowd greeted her upon entering. Most had drinks in their hands already but were struggling to find a seat in this small coffee shop. Kiara squeezed through the people until she arrived at her usual table. A seat by the window had her name engraved on it, and she slid into it with ease. She finally pulled off her headphones, greeting the midnight-haired girl across from her.

Samira glanced up from her tablet, her lips forming a wide smile as she chewed her gum. "Sup Ki."

"Not much. You doing wedding work?" She asked as she watched Samira write on the device while looking at information on her phone.

She nodded. "I gotta get these bouquet choices to Momo later today. I also gotta show her these swatches of blue." She tapped on her tablet several times before lifting it to show the woman.

Kiara stared at the four squares on the screen. Each blue was the same hue, but the tints, shades, and undertones varied. Her lips pursed as she examined the options. "I, personally, like the first one," she said as she leaned back. "It's soft and kinda reminds me of winter. Like how the sky looks on a clear day."

Samira turned the device back to her, staring at the color while she nodded. "See, this is why it's always great to have an artist as a friend." Kiara rolled her eyes while Samira chuckled. "Speaking of, anything happening with that? Are you close to buying that house like the sugar mama you are?"

Kiara's jaw dropped before she lifted her leg to kick the girl under the table. Samira laughed loudly. "I'm not a sugar mama!"

"Is he helping you pay?"

"…No."

"Then you're a sugar mama." Samira was always so blunt, and that's why Kiara loved her. It wasn't always jokes, but she would always call the girl out when she was being dramatic or wrong.

"Anyway!" Kiara exclaimed. "I had a client dinner last night."

”Ooh, tea time." Samira locked her table and phone, giving the other her full attention. "Was he hot? Was he single? You had a little fun last night?" She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows. She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table while holding her face in her hands.

Kiara's face suddenly grew hot, and she reached up to involuntarily cover her neck with her hand. She had forgotten about the hickey Taehyung had left on her for a split second, hoping the hoodie would've covered it for her. "No!" She said quickly, hoping Samira didn't notice the red staining her cheeks. But she did, causing a smirk on her friend's lips. "He was that same asshat from the gallery."

"Oh." Her smirk quickly faded. She scrunched up her nose with disgust as her shoulders dropped.

"And turns out he wasn't just having a bad day. He was actually just a dick. He called me a coward, then selfish! All because I would rather separate my painter life from my regular life." Kiara pouted at the end of her sentence, leaning back into her chair. It was still a fresh wound, making her rethink every choice she had made thus far.

Samira scoffed. "He obviously doesn't know you. In fact, if you ever see him on the streets, let me know. I'll beat his ass."

Kiara's eyes widened as she quietly chuckled. "What is with you and Kookie being so violent?"

"Don't act like you're not the same. Just because you're in a little relationship that has you acting all prim and proper doesn't mean I don't know the real Kiara and how she used to beat ass because someone looked at me funny."

Kiara rolled her eyes. "I was younger back then and clearly had uncontrolled anger."

"Yeah, sure," Samira smiled while shaking her head. "Speaking of JK, when is he going up?"

Kiara shrugged as she grabbed her phone, looking at the time. "You know he never gives a time for these things." Suddenly, the coffee shop roared with cheers, grabbing the girl's attention. They looked towards a small stage along the shop's farthest wall. "Speak of the devil," she smirked as the tall man approached the stage. He wore a black T-shirt with a pair of dark denim jeans. There was a silver chain that hung from his belt loops. Sitting down at the piano on the stage, he tugged a stray strand of his midnight hair behind his ear. A microphone was attached to the instrument, angled perfectly so the person could speak.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen," his smooth voice entered the mic and echoed through the establishment. Samira and Kiara locked eyes before covering their mouths to hide the giggles that quietly escaped. "This song is called 17, and I hope you enjoy it."

His fingers began to press on the white and black keys, combining the notes until they formed a beautiful melody.

"I would need a million words if I tried to define all the things you mean to me…."

His voice was like laying on a cloud — soft and fluffy, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Everyone in the store was mesmerized; even those who came in solely for a beverage stopped to listen for a few moments. They always left with a broad smile after. Jeongguk's voice has affected people ever since he was little. Kiara couldn't help but smile as she watched her best friend do what he loved. He shut his eyes as he sang, tuning out everything around him until nothing was left but notes. Kiara felt like a mother watching her child's first performance.

She knew everyone in that room fell in love based on their reaction when Jeongguk sang his last note. It was overwhelmingly positive. The audience overfilled the tip jar near the bottom of the stage with bills and coins. Jeongguk stood up with a smile so wide on his lips that his eyes crinkled, smiling along with him. He bowed as the crowd cheered for him, leaning down to grab the tip jar before walking off the stage. Women who were bold enough stopped and flirted with him as he passed through the crowd. All Jeongguk did was laugh it off and politely turn them down, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. He reached his usual table, dropping the jar onto the table with an obnoxious thud. He made the same sound as he dropped down in the seat next to Kiara, letting out a dramatic sigh.

The girls exchanged a look before watching as his eyes closed, breathing heavily. "God, it's so hard being wanted." The two burst into laughter as he grinned, opening his eyes to look at them. "So? What did you guys think?"

"Not my favorite song," Samira said with a smirk.

"It's a good thing I don't value your opinion," Jeongguk quipped before sticking his tongue out, causing her to mirror his reaction. After a moment, he turned his head to Kiara, waiting for her answer.

"You know I loved it Kookie." She smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat as heat rushed to his ears. She chuckled as she poked at his reddening skin with her finger, making his body scrunch up like a snail recoiling into their shell. "How long did it take to write this one?"

"Only a few weeks this time," he answered with a smile. His silver lip rings glimmered as he spoke.

Kiara's smile was still etched on her lips, leaning over to the man. The scent of fresh laundry with the faintest hint of cologne entered her nostrils as she cupped his jaw in her hand. She squeezed Jeongguk's cheeks until his pink lips puffed out, shaking his head from side to side a little. "Look at him, Sammie! Our little bunny boy is growing up so fast!" Jeongguk chuckled, trying to pull her hand away, but her grip was tight.

Samira grinned, reaching her hand out to join in the fun of playing with Jeongguk's face. Her hand replaced Kiara's as she pouted out her lips. "I know! We did such a good job raising our little bunny boy." She teased in a baby voice.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, pulling Samira's hand away from his face. "You know we're the same age, right?!"

The two girls glanced at each other before looking at the man. "And?" Kiara asked.

"Your point?" Samira added.

Jeongguk stared at them, shaking his head as he smiled. "You guys kill me." He reached into his tip jar, pulling out various bill amounts. "Y'all what something? It's on me."

The girls enthusiastically agreed before Jeongguk handed Kiara some money. She got their orders before standing up and walking towards the counter. She squeezed through the shoulders of random customers. Most waited for their drink orders, while others stayed for the atmosphere. Kiara hated crowded places like this. People had no respect for personal space or sense of how much space they took up. And because it's an establishment, she couldn't necessarily mow through people like she could on the streets. The crowd was less tight when she finally got closer to the counter. She sighed deeply, taking a single step before someone bumped right into her. She quickly felt something warm spreading from her chest to her abdomen, glancing down to see coffee all over her cream hoodie.

”What the fuck?!" She shrieked without taking a second to remember where she was. She reached for the napkins on the counter, frantically patting at her chest and torso.

"Oh my god, I'm so—" His eyes then met with the familiar golden skin Kiara possessed. He couldn't help the playful smirk that formed on his lips. "Well, doesn't karma have a funny way of working?" Jimin said, his words laced with smugness.

Kiara glared up at the blonde, huffing as she accepted defeat. Her hoodie was forever stained. "Eat ass, Park." His eyelids lowered at the girl. Why did his last name sound so unique, leaving her mouth wrapped in that annoyed tone? Maybe it was how she formed the noun—the light reflecting off lovely glossed lips as they parted to allow the syllable to roll off her tongue. It was intoxicating to watch. "You owe me a new shirt!"

His brows drew together as he tilted his head to the side. "Oh? If that's the case, I should send you my dry cleaning bill from last night."

"Fuck you, that was water!" She snapped at him. "And this is coffee! I'm never gonna get this out!"

His face remained unchanged despite receiving daggers from the girl. The most he did was shrug, causing her jaw to drop. "It wasn't that cute of a hoodie."

"What do you know about cute hoodies?!" She sounded a bit like a child, making the man chuckle softly.

"Enough to know yours isn't."

Kiara's eye twitched before she covered her face with her hands. She dragged them down her face, pulling gently at the skin as it relieved some of the building stress. She wanted to punch him in his nose. Or his mouth. Or anywhere on his body, in that case. He was such an asshole. The least he could've said was sorry. Maybe even offer to buy her a new hoodie. But no, even in moments where he was wrong, he still was an asshole through and through. "You are such a—"

"Woah, what the fuck happened?" She recognized Jeongguk's voice almost instantly. He stood beside her, staring at the massive stain on her shirt. Jimin eyed the new man, practically sizing him up despite the man being taller.

She inhaled deeply before sighing. "Nothing, nothing," she said as she shook her head. She wrapped her fingers around the man's tattooed bicep as she looked up at him. Eyes so big and round. Love, the blonde thought as he watched their interaction intently. How come she never looked at Jimin like that? But why did he want her to look at him like that? "Do you have a spare hoodie?"

The man looked down at her with the softest eyes, like she was the only person in the world to him. Jimin's brows furrowed again as he watched the warm smile form on Jeongguk's lips. "Yeah, of course."

She didn't need to say thank you; her eyes said more than enough. She then glanced towards Jimin, and for the second time, he witnessed that fondness instantly dissipating. Kiara's amber eyes were set ablaze once again. "Fuck you," she spat before Jeongguk led her away. They disappeared behind some door with a sign that read employees only. Jimin felt the same heavy feeling from before, sitting uncomfortably in his stomach. He didn't know why he wanted her to look at him with fondness so severely. She was annoying, a coward, a complete headache, and nowhere near his type. He chewed on his lower lip for a moment before rejoining the line.

"He's such a fucking jerk!" Kiara groaned as she followed behind Jeongguk to the break room area. "Who the fuck spills coffee on someone and doesn't even apologize?!"

He stopped in front of his locker and opened it, grabbing one of the two hoodies that were inside. When working at a cafe with clumsy newbies, spare clothing is more of a necessity than a suggestion. "Who the fuck was he?" He asked as he tossed her the hoodie, and she caught it.

"The same dickhead from last night," she grumbled. She pulled her hoodie over her head, leaving her standing in just a red bra with an intricate white lace pattern. Jeongguk's eyes widened briefly before quickly looking up at the ceiling. Heat flooded his ears and over his face, as he tried to forget the image he just saw. "Like, first of all, what are the odds?" Kiara continued to rant casually as if she wasn't half naked. She pulled Jeongguk's black clothing over her head, slipping into the three times too big fabric. "Second of all, he's lucky I didn't fucking deck him."

Jeongguk's eyes finally returned to the girl once she was clothed again. "Wait, what? The guy from last night?"

Kiara nodded as she picked up her dirty hoodie. When she looked towards Jeongguk, he was suddenly gone. Her eyes grew wide as she ran after him. "Kookie!" She yelled as he walked through the door. She returned to the central part of the cafe, seeing Jeongguk glance around with his brows furrowed. She grabbed him, but that didn't stop him from scanning the room. "You're on the clock!" She whispered.

All Jeongguk did was suck his teeth. "Man's lucky I like my job," he continued to look regardless, "and I can't find him."

Kiara rolled her eyes before patting his chest, "You need therapy."

"You need therapy," Jeongguk taunted quietly as Kiara joined the line again.

Kiara said goodbye to Jeongguk, watching him pull off on his motorcycle before walking inside her house. She sighed heavily upon entering, her energy drained from today's activities. After the coffee shop debacle, the three decided to hang out at Samira's house like old times. Little did Jeongguk and Kiara know that agreeing to hang out meant helping her with wedding planning. The woman was so passionate and dedicated to her job that it was something to admire, but only from afar. Her apartment was a wreck, littered with pictures and business cards. Kiara knew Samira's seriousness about her job, but since agreeing to be Momo's wedding planner, she has gone off her rocker. She ate, slept, breathed wedding details, and dragged the other two into it.

As she kicked off her sneakers, she could hear jazz music blasting from the kitchen. "Babe?" She called out as her feet led her amongst the familiar path.

Soon, Taehyung popped his head into the kitchen archway, causing a smile on Kiara's lips. "Darling! When did you get home? I'm just about done with dinner." His boxy grin made her heart skip a beat. She soon joined him in the kitchen while he resumed cooking. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she pressed her face into his back. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent mixed with fresh laundry. Taehyung chuckled softly, "Long day?" Kiara nodded, moving along with him as he acted like she wasn't currently attached to him. "Wanna talk about it over dinner?" She nodded again, releasing him once he picked up the plates.

They sat at their small dining room table, peacefully munching their food. Kiara looked up at Taehyung, who focused on his plate. That same warmth swamped her system. She felt so happy with him. She loved this small house they called home. She loved coming home after a long day to see his smiling face. She loved how comfortable she was with him. She glanced down at her left hand, eying her bare ring finger. If only this were enough for him.

"So?" Taehyung started with a mouth full of food. She filled him in on the events of last night and how they bled into today. Taehyung's features remained blank until the end, where he raised his eyebrows and shrugged a little. "I honestly wouldn't put that past him. He's a little snobby."

"There's a difference between being a little snobby and a complete dick. Like, do you think I'm selfish?" She asked as she placed her fork down.

He shrugged again. "You have your moments, but I don't think it's like what he's saying."

"Exactly! Everyone is a little selfish; it's just human. But he's making it seem like I wanna keep everything to myself on purpose." She folded her arms over her chest as she leaned into her chair.

Taehyung glanced at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Is that a new hoodie?" He stared at the dark fabric covering her body with a red skull and crossbones decal in the center.

"No, it's JK's. He gave it to me after Jimin practically dumped his coffee on me."

"JK's?" He repeated to himself, almost scoffing as he nodded his head.

Kiara watched his reaction closely—how his body suddenly tense up and the corner of his lips pushed downward. She rolled her eyes before shutting them as she leaned her head back into the chair. "Don't start."

"Don't start what?" He chuckled, absent of any joy. "I just find it funny that you come home in his hoodie. He drop you off too?"

"Yes, he did. And it's just a hoodie, Tae. I didn't want to walk around with a huge coffee stain on me, especially in public."

"Samira didn't have anything?"

"No?" She snapped a little, raising her head and opening her eyes to look at him. Taehyung's eyes narrowed at her. "Why would Samira carry around extra clothing?"

"But he did? Or did he peel his own shirt off to give to you?" He laughed, running his hands through his slightly curled locks. "Shit like this always seems to conveniently happen to you. You come home with a piece of JK on you; whether it's his clothing or his smell, you were wearing his boxer briefs once!"

"Oh my god," Kiara mumbled while pressing her fingers to her temple.

"What was that?" Taehyung suddenly raised his voice. Her eyes met his, and just as she opened her mouth to respond, he lifted his hand. He used the gesture to silence her, and it did just that. The words died on her tongue, abandoned sounds running around in her head. "You know, this is getting ridiculous. If I had a girl best friend doing all of this with me, you would've flipped your shit a long time ago."

"Taehyung," she tried her hardest to remain calm. It would've been over if she raised her voice or said something with a hint of sarcasm. "I have been friends with this man for years now. There is absolutely nothing between us."

He scoffed loudly, "That's a likely story." He stood up from the table and walked over to the living room. Kiara sighed as she got up, following after him. She noticed he grabbed his leather jacket and a white baseball cap. He put the hat on to hide his midnight hair.

"Where are you going?" She asked, but there was no response. She rolled her eyes. "Taehyung," she reached out to grab his hand, but he quickly pulled away. He glared at her over his shoulder, making her step back.

She hated it when he looked at her like that. Like she was something vile, it made every insecurity she had crawl out of the depths of her brain and take center stage. Taehyung slid on some shoes, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. Her body jumped at the noise, tears stinging her eyes as she watched him pull out of the driveway from her window.

"Fuck," she sighed softly, turning to the table to grab her phone. She frantically clicked on Taehyung's contact, which was sent to voicemail each time. The tears filled to the brim before rolling down her cheeks silently. She used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away the waterworks, the hoodie that caused this whole mess. She never understood why he got like this and flipped a switch with ease. It was always over the tiniest things, too. She sat on the couch, chewing on her nails as she repeatedly called the man.

Taehyung was gone for hours, and by the time he returned home, he found Kiara passed out on the couch. She had replaced Jeongguk's black hoodie with one of Taehyung's grey ones instead. He carefully removed his jacket and shoes before walking to the sleeping girl and sitting in front of her. He gently wiped away her smudged mascara, causing her to scrunch her nose as she started to awake. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and then her cheek. He gently persuaded her to wake up, her tired eyes finally fluttering open to meet his. There weren't any words exchanged between the two before he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was timid and soft. She followed his lead until she couldn't help but yearn for more of him.

The kiss guided Taehyung onto his knees, then to the couch with Kiara, where he found a place between her legs. Her hands ran up his arms, feeling his muscles subtly flexed underneath her touch. Within time, the kiss between the two grew heavier, his tongue gently appearing by grazing past her lip. She parted them just enough to let him in, their tongues gliding past each other as he pressed his hips into hers. Her hand traveled up to his head, where she swiftly pulled the cap off and tossed it to the ground. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, causing a soft moan to escape from his lips to hers.

He broke the kiss as his hand caressed her thigh. His lips found her neck, placing various kisses against her skin until her chest arched into his. And that's where he stayed, adding another bruise to her golden skin where the first one had barely healed. She moaned out for him, pressing her hips into his as she silently begged for more. He stuck his hand between their bodies, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her underwear. His middle finger found her clitoris with ease, gently circling it with the pad of his finger. Kiara tensed from his touch and then released. A chorus of moans parted from her throat as she tried to match the circling of her hips to his finger.

After being satisfied with the bruise on her neck, he crashed his lips into hers again. Her hips bucked against his finger, making his cock throb in his sweatpants. He couldn't wait much longer, breaking the kiss once again. He pulled his hand out of her panties before swiftly sliding them down her legs. He didn't bother with taking his pants off, only pulling them down enough for his member to spring free. He aligned himself with her entrance, sliding his tip in between her lips to lube himself up before pushing forward. She sucked in through her teeth, her brows furrowing as she tried to get accommodated to his length. It stung a little, but Taehyung continued, slowly pulling his hips back and then forward again. As soon as Kiara's face relaxed, he increased his pace.

Her eyes shut as she moaned out for him, gripping his arm tightly as he stretched out her walls. He worked her into the couch, skin slapping together as he fell into a rhythm. He leaned forward, resting his temple against hers as he panted and groaned into her ear. She whined, her hands traveling to his back where nails dug into his skin through the fabric. The power of his hips increased, his tip pressing into her cervix until he suddenly bottomed out and stopped. She could feel him throbbing before he pulled out of her. There was a cool breeze on her lower region as he got up, pulling his pants back onto his waist. He sat down beside her, panting as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. She felt uncomfortably wet, scared to move in fear of pushing Taehyung's seed out and onto the fabric of the couch.

"I'm going to bed," he said before getting up. He walked towards the bedroom before disappearing from her line of sight.

Kiara's eyes were wide with shock, and she scoffed quietly as she carefully pushed herself off the couch. She grabbed her underwear off the floor and shuffled to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up. She couldn't understand how, even after that, he could still be cold to her. What was the point if he was still upset? After her shower, she walked into the room and crawled into the space next to him, feeling more alone than before.

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mysteriouslover1516 · 1 year

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The Tables have Turned

What happens one day when a normal visit with Barry Allen turns into a confession?

y/n= your name

l/n= your last name

Jitters rings with the typical sound of a crowded coffee shop: voices ringing, coffee beans being ground, the fresh smell of baked pastries, not to mention the pleasant smell of java in general.

"Okay there, Barry?" You look at your best friend quizzically, taking in his rapidly tapping foot.

Barry looks at you with a small smile, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Your foot," you point out. "Nerves?"

"You could say that," Barry admits in a sheepish tone.

You sit yourself down in front of him, taking a sip of your pumpkin spice latte. "Tell me more."

"Nothing to tell," Barry shrugs you off.

"Maybe it's just a side effect of being struck by lightning," you laugh.

Your ears perk up as you hear a random stranger mention the word "Flash". You fold your hands professionally on the table in front of you. "Mr. Barry Allen, what is your opinion on this new phenomenon called The Flash? Hero or menace? Protagonist or antagonist? Or perhaps a vigilante maybe?"

Barry laughs at your reporter voice, taking on his own formal voice. "Well, Ms. l/n. I find the Flash a seemingly controversial topic for many civilians. Some say he's a mutant, perhaps a normal human being caught and tortured by evil scientists. Others say it's a hoax, some sort of well done CGI in use. But me personally, I think he's a real man. Some sort of meta-human, that's for sure."

"But Mr. Allen, a meta-human in itself is defined as a human with super powers, practically the same thing as a mutant." You smile, slyly.

"Whatever he is," Barry rolls his eyes. "He has certainly preserved the city, especially from all these other meta-humans appearing."

"Very true," you say, dropping your reporter voice. "I find him interesting, in fact I wouldn't mind writing a blog about him, one in which I could record all the sightings of him."

"Iris is doing something of that nature," Barry nods. "She has a lot of viewers."

"Well shucks," you laugh. "Guess I'm once again too late."

"What do you mean once again?" Barry furrows his eyebrows.

"Oh you know, she always had some of the highest grades in school. Killed it in the creative writing classes, reporting classes, literally any class that dealt with writing. And now she once again beat me, not only in snatching a job in the news world, but in starting a blog that is sure to interest every civilian in Central City."

"Hey, you know a key essential part that she lacks in her blog?" Barry sips his coffee.

"What's that?" You say, skeptical.

"She only writes about the Flash, not about the other meta-human sightings. Not about the antagonists or villains of modern life, that's a side door still open for grabs."

You nod thoughtfully, "That's true, Barry. Good idea, I'll beat her yet!"

"You guys could collab together even, send your readers to each other's websites. It'll help you both gain more readers and therefore more views." Barry suggests.

"Oh joy, working with Iris West." You say sarcastically. "Don't get me wrong, Barry. Talented writer? Yes. A person worth befriending and collaborating with? I think not."

Barry chuckles slightly, "You guys never did like each other, did you? Why is that, y/n?"

"Conflict of interests?" You shrug.

"That's not what I see." Barry leans over the table more, "I see it as too similar of interests, always trying to outdo one another. Always trying to show who's superior, who's the better writer. A typical girl fight." "I beg to differ," you refute.

"I thought you guys would outgrow it once we all graduated from school, got occupations, started life as adults; seems I was wrong."

"Hey, I'm happy where I'm at." You defend, "Like I may not be writing as much as I wanted to, not writing articles like Ms. Iris West over there, but I still do what I love. I help other aspiring journalists, writers become better. I edit their work, critique it, push them to reach their full potential."

"I can't argue with that, but I still say you two are jealous of each other." Barry says simply.

"Why would she be jealous of me?" You scoff.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Barry counters, "Probably for the same reason you're jealous of her." "I'm not jealous."

"Convincing," Barry smirks.

"I don't know," you say, irritably. "Sounds to me like you already have a guess, so why not share your observations?"

"You were jealous of her once you figured out I liked her, now the tables have turned."

"Wait a minute, how-" Your eyes widen as you comprehend the last part, "What do you mean the tables turned?"

Barry's brown eyes meet yours, "I like you, y/n."

You laugh, "You're joking, right?"

"Iris and I don't meet as often, we've lost the bond we had. After she rejected me, I started to see things in a different light. It just took me awhile to realize what I saw, I saw a future, a future with you."

"So you admit I still am second best," you shake your head angrily. "It took her rejection to realize that you maybe found me attractive, that I could be part of your future."

"That's not what I'm saying," Barry sighs. "You're not making it easy, y/n. I like you, I see something different in you, something that Iris lacks. You have a pure heart, a sweet kindness in your whole being, you're amazingly funny, you're literally beautiful in every way."

By now your anger had been calmed by Barry's soft words. "You actually like me?"

"Yes," Barry laughs. "You're beautiful, gorgeous even. The way you laugh, it's adorable. The way the corner of your eyes crinkle as you smile, the way a simple blush rises to your cheeks every time someone compliments you. The way you cock your eyebrows when you decide to get cocky and show some attitude, it's honestly heart-melting."

You blush at his words, and stare hard at the table in front of you.

"See? You're even doing it right now, blushing madly. You make it hard for a guy not to fall for you."

"Could say the same thing about you," you finally say. "You make girls blush without realizing it, make girls go weak at the knees for your chivalry, charm girls with your good looks and humor, not to mention those dimples you possess." "Awww, y/n." Barry laughs, however you notice how red his cheeks have gotten.

"Kiss me?" you ask with a small smirk.

Barry leans over the table, his cologne filling your nostrils at the closeness between you two.

Your eyes close involuntarily as you feel his lips meet yours, it wasn't a needy or lust-filled kiss, more of a gentle one. "Mmmmm," you say as he pulls away.

"Like it?" Barry struggles to maintain his calm voice.

"Let's do that more often," you giggle and shyly tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Bet," Barry laughs as his lips meet yours once more.

#barry allen #the flash #dc flash #dc universe #barry allen x reader #the flash x reader #the flash fanfiction #barry allen fanfiction #grant gustin flash #randomdrabbles

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Round 1 is over, full results below!

Round 2 will start on Monday.

What are your most devastating losses this round?? Mine are Milo Murphy's Law, Gilmore Girls, That 70s Show, and Reba. (No respect around here for a single mom who works too hard who loves her kids and never stops)

Group A

The Addams Family vs. Fairy Tail

Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat vs. Goosebumps

Wizards of Waverly Place (S1-3) vs. Ed, Edd n Eddy

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood vs. Only Murders in the Building

The Backyardigans vs. Downton Abbey

Naruto vs. The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Dexter's Laboratory vs. Kenan & Kel

Parks and Recreation vs. Jujutsu Kaisen

Danny Phantom vs. Pippi Longstocking/Pippi Långstrump

My Life as a Teenage Robot vs. My Hero Academia

Sabrina the Teenage Witch vs. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (S4-7)

Little Einsteins vs. The Benny Hill Show

Teletubbies vs. Ted Lasso

VeggieTales vs. Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Lizzie McGuire vs. The Proud Family

Steven Universe (Original Theme) vs. The A-Team

Group B

Doctor Who (New S1-2) vs. Charlie's Angels

Thomas & Friends vs. Bob's Burgers

Community vs. The Brady Bunch

Adventure Time vs. Ever After High

Seinfeld vs. Ranma ½

Batman vs. Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Monty Python's Flying Circus vs. One Piece (2023)

Friends vs. Rocko's Modern Life

Sesame Street (S1-23) vs. Saved by the Bell

Total Drama vs. Monk

Full House vs. Winx Club (We Are the Winx)

Looney Tunes vs. Murder, She Wrote

M*A*S*H vs. South Park

Pinky and the Brain vs. Happy Days

One Day at a Time (2017) vs. The Suite Life on Deck

Pokémon (Pokémon Theme) vs. The Andy Griffith Show

Group C

Gravity Falls vs. Milo Murphy's Law

Horrible Histories vs. Leverage

Neon Genesis Evangelion vs. Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers

The Simpsons vs. Samurai Jack

The Golden Girls vs. Wonder Pets!

Merlin vs. El Chavo del Ocho

Victorious vs. CSI: Miami

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic vs. Smallville

Good Omens vs. Good Luck Charlie

House, M.D. vs. Pride and Prejudice

LazyTown vs. The Big Bang Theory

Bob the Builder vs. Wild Kratts

New Girl vs. Infinity Train

Arthur vs. I Love Lucy

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vs. The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

The X-Files vs. Pucca

Group D

The Fairly OddParents vs. X-Men: The Animated Series

Sherlock vs. Monster High

Spider-Man vs. Revolutionary Girl Utena

Orange Is the New Black vs. Hunter × Hunter

The Office vs. Angel: The Series

Law & Order (SVU) vs. Arcane: League of Legends

BoJack Horseman vs. Wonder Woman

Jeopardy! vs. Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody vs. Taskmaster

Totally Spies! vs. Yellowjackets

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia vs. Ouran High School Host Club (Japanese)

Yuri on Ice vs. Samurai Champloo

Ducktales (1987) vs. Charmed

Mister Rogers' Neighborhood vs. Shaun the Sheep

How It's Made vs. Tokyo Ghoul

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! vs. The Emperor's New School

Group E

Kim Possible vs. Once Upon a Time

The Great British Bake Off vs. The Legend of Vox Machina

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs. Gilmore Girls

Animaniacs vs. Pretty Little Liars

Zoboomafoo vs. Who Wants to Be a Millionaire

The Umbrella Academy vs. The Muppet Show

WandaVision (A Newlywed Couple/Ep 1) vs. NCIS

Reading Rainbow (1983-1999) vs. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Hannah Montana (S1-2) vs. Gilligan's Island

The Mandalorian vs. Dragon Ball Z (Cha-La Head-Cha-La)

What We Do in the Shadows vs. Inspector Gadget

Big Time Rush vs. Barney & Friends

Power Rangers (Mighty Morphin) vs. Young Justice

Futurama vs. Spy × Family

Succession vs. Bluey

iCarly vs. Code Lyoko

Group F

The Magic School Bus vs. Jackie Chan Adventures

Digimon Adventure (Butter-Fly) vs. The Last of Us

Star Trek: The Next Generation (S3-7) vs. Soul Eater

Zoey 101 vs. Xena: Warrior Princess

Dora the Explorer vs. We Bare Bears

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend vs. Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Star Trek: Enterprise (S1-2) vs. Mr. Bean

Sailor Moon (Japanese) vs. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S1-2) vs. Red Dwarf

Death Note vs. Phil of the Future

Yu-Gi-Oh! vs. El Chapulín Colorado

The Flintstones vs. His Dark Materials

Game of Thrones vs. Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure

The Nanny vs. Haikyu!!

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends vs. Frasier

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air vs. Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Group G

Bill Nye the Science Guy vs. The Facts of Life

George of the Jungle (1967) vs. Veronica Mars

H2O: Just Add Water (S1) vs. Star Trek: Voyager

Star Trek: The Original Series (With Vocal) vs. Hawaii Five-O

Drake & Josh vs. Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman

Puella Magi Madoka Magica vs. Cowboy Bebop (1998)

Lilo & Stitch: The Series vs. Torchwood

The Twilight Zone vs. Wander Over Yonder

Rugrats vs. Columbo

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius vs. The Walking Dead

Hey Arnold! vs. Psych

Twin Peaks vs. Voltron: Legendary Defender

Dragon Tales vs. How I Met Your Mother

Stranger Things vs. Mission: Impossible (1966)

W.I.T.C.H. vs. Daredevil

What's New, Scooby-Doo? vs. Tiny Toon Adventures

Group H

SpongeBob SquarePants vs. X-Men: Evolution

Fraggle Rock vs. Stargate SG-1

Firefly vs. Scrubs

Codename: Kids Next Door vs. Inuyasha (Change the World)

That '70s Show vs. Bear in the Big Blue House

Cheers vs. American Dragon: Jake Long

A Series of Unfortunate Events vs. Black Sails

The Powerpuff Girls vs. Darkwing Duck

That's So Raven vs. Grey's Anatomy

Ben 10 vs. JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Cyberchase vs. Reba

Malcolm in the Middle vs. Shake It Up

Teen Titans (2003) vs. Mob Psycho 100

The Owl House vs. I Dream of Jeannie

Assassination Classroom (Question) vs. Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Phineas and Ferb vs. Batman Beyond/Batman of the Future

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The Yuzuki Family's Four Sons Episode 9 Review - Classroom Visitation Day

Oh gosh, Minato interrupted the opening to give his summary of the previous episode before resuming it. I think that has never happened in this show before! I had a good chuckle. This episode has Gakuto’s class visitation happen with its own twists and happy ending.

I didn’t expect Minato to want to skip class to go to the class visitation but I also didn’t expect Mikoto to come along. I know that Minato dotes on Gakuto a lot, and it was a sweet gesture that he wanted to show up for Gakuto’s classroom visitation, but haven’t he thought about the stares and rumors that would form if he, a middle school student cutting class, showed up? That would’ve harmed Gakuto more than helping, in all honesty. Having Mikoto around was handy, so I don’t really know why he was being so mean to him; his brother saved his hide by pretending they were out doing research for school when a nosy lady came and asked about why they were on the streets. I get that it’s sibling rivalry on Minato’s end, but still… I did like that Mikoto had no idea what was going on with Minato, but still wanted to tag along. When Minato accidentally spilled the beans, he wanted to come along not for Minato’s sake, but because he’s also Gakuto’s brother. That was sweet.

I’m glad that word of the classroom visitation got out to Hayato, but he had to learn about this from a colleague. I’m sure Hayato was extremely devastated when he learned about this. The fact that Gakuto hid it from him was already damage to his heart, but the fact that he learned this from a third party probably hurt even more. Hayato already has it rough being both the eldest and his brothers’ legal guardian. He always worries whether if he’s doing enough for them, so I’m sure Gakuto keeping the visitation event a secret must have been him thinking he was unreliable in Gakuto’s eyes. I’m glad that everything got resolved peacefully, though. I think what Hayato said to Gakuto about how they need to talk with each other because he’s important to him was beautiful; my heart squeezed because of the sweetness.

I think Hayato’s colleagues, specifically Mr. Akiyama and Ms. Hanaoka are absolute sweethearts. Although Hayato is much younger than them, they do whatever they can to help Hayato by talking to him about his worries and such. There was one instance in the beginning where Hayato and Mr. Akiyama were talking about how a student was asking Hayato for world history questions. While he wanted to help as he knew the student had the courage to come to him for help, he couldn’t be of much use, which worried him for future possibilities. Mr. Akiyama then suggests looking into manga as manga can be educational; he tells Hayato about how one of his students is good at geography and why he was good at it was because he read a manga where the characters had names that pertained to geographical locations. Mr. Akiyama seems a few years older than Hayato, so it’s nice that he has a more modern mindset rather than an old-fashioned one. Ms. Hanaoka was complimenting his bento but was also worried about his dark circles. I can tell that Hayato is a very kind and caring person because the same type of people are around him.

I’m glad that Gakuto learned an important lesson in not to assume and to always communicate with his brothers whenever something comes up. I hope that he takes that lesson to heart in a future episode. Just seeing the Yuzuki family and the people around them be such kind and sweet people makes me happy. I also feel bad for Saki missing out on everything. What was your thoughts on this episode?

#the yuzuki family's four sons #yuzuki san chi no yon kyoudai #Gakuto yuzuki #Hayato yuzuki #minato yuzuki #Mikoto yuzuki #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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What classic children’s books (like the magic tree house, box car children, babysitters club; etc) would the ss characters have grown up reading in modern day?

This is solely based on ones that I'm familiar with, and my mom didn't let me read a lot of very normal things for odd reasons. (Not bad reasons just odd. It's a long story.) So. Disclaimer. Also some of these are a little older this has mostly just become books that they would have read in elementary/middle school and liked.

Juliette: Not a book but she either hated Gnomeo and Juliet and said that Juliet stole her name or she loved it and was obsessed with it. As for books? Nancy Drew.

Roma: Wanted to read Rainbow Magic Fairies so bad but his dad wouldn't let him because his dad is a dick. Land of Stories maybe? Series of Unfortunate Events.

Benedikt: Spiderwick Chronicles. Frog and Toad.

Marshall: Animorphs. Also definitely a Percy Jackson kid. Goosebumps. Geronimo Stilton. Read Twilight at 11 or something and was traumatized.

Rosalind: Dork Diaries, Rainbow Magic Fairies. Sisters Grimm.

Celia: Horse girl books because I thought about it for some reason idk and I think she would have had a horse girl phase. Also the idea of her being able to read Melissa or something like that makes me very happy.

Alisa: Series of Unfortunate Events. City of Ember. Warrior Cats. I Survived. Artemis Fowl. Elatsoe.

Orion: Rainbow Magic Fairies, Fugde. Also anything Oliver read because he looked up to Oliver a lot. He read Magisterium in middle school and 100% thought Cal and Aaron were gay for each other.

Oliver: The One and Only Ivan (and various other horrible sad middle grade books that are really really good and make you cry). Also Alan Gratz books. Carl Hiaasen books maybe?

Phoebe: Deeply unfortunate KOTLC phase and was definitely a Linhella shipper. She and Silas were both weirdly obsessed with The Spider and the Fly when they were little and it freaked Orion out. She read Ivy Aberdeen's Letter to the World in middle school and was a sobbing mess.

Silas: I'm claiming him as a Magic Treehouse kid. Also Mr. Lemoncello's Library. Ivy and Bean. The Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus books made him irrationally angry. Also you cannot tell me that 7 year old Silas did not sit there meticulously searching through Where's Waldo books for hours. Series of Unfortunate Events.

#so what if i said all of the autistic people wouldve loved series of unfortunate events #sue me #chloe gong #secret shanghai #these violent delights #tvd #foul lady fortune #flf #juliette cai #roma montagov #benedikt montagov #marshall seo #rosalind lang #celia lang #alisa montagova #orion hong #oliver hong #phoebe hong #silas wu

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Pilot!Boromir headcanons

Boromir x reader. NSFW!!

Friends with benefits to lovers; obviously modern AU.

This was inspired by this post, and me remembering about Sean Bean's role in Flightplan. Eru, this man looks so good in a pilot uniform...

*****

✈️ His father is an important politician and/or entrepreneur, and Boromir was supposed to follow in his footsteps, but he has always wanted to be a pilot, fly and spend his life in the sky; as a consequence, as soon as he was of age he enlisted in Gondor's Air Force to pursue a military carreer as a pilot. This caused an unexpected, unprecedented rift between father and son, but since Boromir swore that if his father tried to stop him, he would leave and never return home, Denethor had to grudgingly accept his son's decision, hoping in his heart Boromir would one day change his mind and take the place his father had prepared for him.

✈️ He serves in the army for many years, becoming one of the most capable pilots in the Air Force, both in peace and in war. After a few years he is injuried during the Amon Hen Battle, where he risks his life protecting a pair of civilians in reaching his plane and then flies them to safety while a bombing is taking place around them.

✈️ After that, he decides he has had enough of the army, and his father's hopes are definitely dashed when he decides to accept his friend Aragorn's offer to work for his company, Elessar Airlines.

✈️ And this is when he meets you, a capable stewardess working for the same airline and mainly flying on long-haul routes - just like him. The first time you meet in the company's offices, for you it is not love, but lust at first sight, and how could it not? Tall and athletic, a face that is a textbook example of masculine grace (strong jaw, expressive brown eyes, the sort of nose you would normally look for on a marble statue) Boromir must be one of the most handsome men you have ever met, and when you shake hands, and you hear his deep, musical voice repeating in a murmur the name you have just given him (as if he wants to make sure he understood it correctly, or likes it so much he wants to taste it on his tongue) you immediately know your interest is fully reciprocated. "Welcome to Elessar Airlines, mr. Hurin; I'm sure you'll enjoy working with us." "Thank you. I look forward to working with you, miss (last name)."

✈️ You work together on three flights in the following six weeks, which gives you the opportunity to break the ice and get to know each other. You are impressed with his past as a military pilot, which he shares with the sort of quiet, down-to-earth pride of a man happy to have done his duty and who because of this doesn't look for praises or compliments, and with the clear affection in his voice when he speaks of his younger brother, Faramir (who is pursuing a carreer as a diplomat) since your relationship with your own siblings is much less close and affectionate. On his part, Boromir listens with interest when you tell him about your job or your interests, discovering he can't take his eyes off you while you talk.

✈️ You are sharing a drink at the airport bar one evening, waiting for boarding time, when his leg brushes against yours under the counter; you smile, immediately sure he did it on purpose, and Boromir smiles back, aware you are both thinking about the same thing. "We have about thirty minutes before we need to get on board." he murmurs, his face suddenly so close to yours you can feel his breath on your face, and you feel yourself shivering "How about we... find somewhere a little more private?"

✈️ You immediately, and happily, accept, and a minute later Boromir is closing the door of the (fortunately empty) pilot lounge behind you, your bodies already flushed against each other, your mouth pressed against his in a breath-taking, hungry kiss. "Eru." Boromir murmurs; his hands are moving frantically on your body, caressing, stimulating, and making you wish your neatly pressed uniform were not in the way "You are driving me crazy, I have wanted you since the very moment I saw you..." "You can have me." you answer in a moan, already drunk with desire; your back pressed against the wall, you lift your leg around Boromir's hips, pressing your pelvis against him and feeling him already hard from you "Please... please, I need you inside me..."

✈️ Unfortunately, Boromir's phone and yours ring almost at the same time, calling you both on board sooner than expected for a consultation with the rest of the crew you'll be flying with; by then, you are sitting in Boromir's lap, your panties on the floor and your mouth on his naked chest, and stopping and composing yourselves requires a tremendous effort. "Listen, I'm sorry as well." you murmur as you kiss him once more while Boromir puts his jacket on, feeling as unsatisfied as he looks "But we'll have time. I'll have a room by myself at the hotel when we land; you could come visit me."

✈️ That brings a smile on Boromir's lips. You leave the room and meet with the rest of the crew, the co-pilot and the two male stewards who have no idea you are still wet and he has a semi as you take care of pre-boarding, and you share a secret smile before Boromir leaves to reach the cock-pit and you wait for the passengers. You are both too professional, and aware of the risks, to slip away during the flight, even though all the planes have a tiny room reserved for the crew where pilots and stewards can retire to rest; you force yourself to focus on your duties, making sure all the passengers are comfortable, checking their tickets, serving lunch and making sure they fasten their seatbelts when requested, but you can't stop thinking about him, the tall and handsome man responsible for the safety of everyone on board, and who soon, you know, will fuck you until you can't even remember your name.

✈️ After a tranquil flight, you reach the hotel where the crew will spend the night before your next shift. You have barely time to leave your luggage on the floor, take off your shoes and visit the toilet, before you hear knocking on the door. You are already trembling with desire as you open it; Boromir is there, still in his uniform except for his jacket and tie, and the desire burning in his eyes is enough to make your heart skip a beat or three. He enters and "Come to me, woman." he says opening his arms to you, and normally you are not used to passively obeying men's orders, at least when you are not working, but you feel you can make an exception for him: you jump in Boromir's arms, and you are already kissing him passionately while he carries you to the bed.

✈️ From there, things develop naturally. After that first, magical night, you ask him to meet at your place; Boromir eagerly accepts, and you spend the whole night having sex; there is an adoring light in his eyes as he holds you by the waist, his free hand playing with your nipples, his long legs entwined to yours. "My place next time?" he proposes, and you start kissing his torso, confident it will be clear enough for an answer. It seems almost too good to be true: you have found a passionate, inventive, generous lover, as hungry for you as you are for him, and no matter how many times you sleep together, you are never tired, never bored, and every time you part with a kiss, neither can wait for your next date.

✈️ You are not exactly hiding your relationship, since nothing forbids the two of you from being together, but at the same time you tacitly decide to keep it to yourselves, and you both find excitement, and fulfilment, in having sex where you could be caught, disregarding the fact that you both live alone and could therefore meet at your place or his. One day, shortly before take-off on a return flight you are working on with another pilot, Boromir sends you a text with a long, detailed description of the things he wants to do to you. You read it three times, and then you have to excuse yourself to the toilet, where you touch yourself towards a quick, powerful orgasm that nonetheless leaves you unsatisfied before going back to work on shaky legs. Five agonizing hours later Boromir is waiting for you at the gate, and you let his hand guide you to the airport's parking lot, where his car is waiting for you, and your lover makes good on all his promises, holding you by the hips while you bounce above him on the driver's seat.

✈️ Then there are the lounges. The airport toilettes. The hotels in foreign cities you never get to visit, and where one of your separate bedrooms is invariably left unused. One day, after a long separation (six excruciating days in which your shifts never matched, and you had to make do exchanging pictures, texts, and making each other climax with phone sex) you have him come at your place directly from the airport where he landed; Boromir is exhausted, but immediately forgets it when he finds you lying on the bed, wearing only a pair of high heels and a thong, a flute in your hand. Would you like some champagne, sir?, you ask in your professional voice, and that is the night you discover it is physically possible for a man to come four times in nine hours.

✈️ In the end, you join the Mile High club together. When you confess him that having sex on a plane has always been a secret desire of yours, Boromir surprises you making your dream come true... just, not when you're flying, since it would be unprofessional for a pilot to leave the cockpit after take-off, no matter how urgent the impulse he has to take care of is, and both of you'd get undoubtedly fired if discovered. A couple of guys working for the company's security service owe him a favour, and one night you and your lover slip on board of a plane grounded for security reasons. You kiss desperately as you walk along the carpet-covered corridor towards the first class area, and make love on the pilot's chair, him sitting and you riding him like you both like, and then against the instrument panel, your thighs around his waist and your mouth finding his in a sloppy but passionate kiss. You whisper his name, you moan it, you cry it; no one hears, fortunately, since you're the only two people on the whole runway, but he does, and that is what really matters.

✈️ He is not into toys, and being tied up is too frustrating for a man used to always retain control on things around him. On the other hand, he is happy to indulge your preferences, be it exchanging hot photos when you're in public, or sucking on your breasts until they hurt.

✈️ If you want to make him hard, you call him mr. Hurin, in a sultry tone you quickly learn to use when you are together. If you want to make him come within two minutes, you call him sir. If you want to make him forget his own name, you call him captain, and prepare yourself to walk funny on the next day.

✈️ You like both giving and receiving oral sex, Boromir enjoys being sucked, but obliged when you ask him to return the favour, and discovers he is naturally talented. He likes anal sex, but at the same time wants to look at you in the eyes while he takes you, and thus you prefer to do it standing, leaning against a chest of drawers in your bedroom, in front of a large oval mirror; his lips leave a trail of fire on your skin, and no matter how exhausted he is, he always takes you in his arms to carry you to the bed. "Are you all right?" he gently asks, chastely kissing your forehead before lying next to you; he always asks, no matter how enthusiastically you took part in your lovemaking, and you always nod, and then happily snuggle against his side.

✈️ He asks you once, out of curiosity, if you'd like to open your relationship to a third partner, provided you find someone you both like and can trust. "Absolutely not." you decisively ask as you caress his chest; you don't even have to ask whether the third partner would be a male or a female, because it would change nothing "I only want you, and I want you to have eyes only for me when we are together. Please, let's not talk about it anymore." Boromir obeys; he doesn't express his own opinion on the matter, but he seems satisfied of your answer.

✈️ He likes seeing you in your stewardess uniform, so much that sometimes you surprise him wearing it when he visits you, after you have taken off your bra and panties underneath. Lingerie excites him, and since you refuse to accept money from him, even if as a simple gift, he buys you things he'd like to see on you; when you meet at work, he imagines you wearing his gifts under your uniform, and can't wait to take it off you. Once, you leave a pair of lacy panties under his pillow, as a surprise for when he'll wake up; he carries it with him in his pocket for the whole day, before cornering you in the company's parking lot. I think you left this at my place last night, he says after a long, trembling kiss, your body pressed between his and the door of your car, do you want it back? Or shall I teach you to take good care of the things you are gifted?

✈️ One day after a particularly memorable night, you realize you have scratched his back with your nails; Boromir doesn't mind, so lost in the world of pleasure you had created together he hadn't even felt the pain, and after a moment of guilt you feel quite proud of it, and happy at the thought he is carrying a sign of your passion on his skin, evident enough anyone who sees him would realize. Emboldened, you start biting his neck as you kiss, not so hard that it hurts but enough to leave a bruise, and two days later, when you join your colleagues at the airport for a new flight, you hear an older steward ask Boromir if he is sick, since he's wearing an heavy scarf over his shirt. Just a cold, your lover answers, impassible, and when your gazes meet he tries to scowl at you, but he ends up smiling as he sees you laughing behind your hand.

✈️ Everything is going great between the two of you. You sleep together at least three times a week, either at his or at your house, and while most of your dates begin in the bedroom, you soon discover you sincerely enjoy each other's company; you like falling asleep in your lovers' arms, his body keeping you warm better than the heaviest blanket, while Boromir enjoys resting his cheek on your chest and feeling you play with his hair. You enjoy long talkes, freely discussing personal matters as well as work issues; Boromir appreciates you are not wont to gossip, while you like he actually cares about your point of view as a stewardess, unlike other pilots who consider the other company employees beneath them. Yes, everything is going great, and six months after that first, magical night in the hotel room, you are still completely crazy about each other, fully satisfied of that (initially) purely sexual, no strings attached, relationship... and at the same time, finding yourselves wanting more.

✈️ Boromir is jealous. Naturally protective, and often possessive, of the people he cares for, Boromir finds himself hating every man who approaches you or that he suspects is interested in you, even if he has no reason to fear for your safety. He knows he has no right to feel that way, since you are not dating or anything and never even talked about making your sexual relationship exclusive, but he can't help it, and the simple thought of someone else touching you like he does, or worse, making you feel pleasure like he is so proud he has done for months, makes him see red. He has to bit his tongue to stop himself from asking about it any time he hears a masculine voice coming from your phone, he tries to discover who among the male colleagues you are friends with is single and could as a consequence pose a threat, and that time a wealthy passenger buys a costly perfume from the onboard shopping catalog and then gifts it to you together with his number on a piece of paper, he feels the irresistible urge to throw that cretin off the plane, even as he sees you politely refusing both offers, since the company guidelines forbid you from accepting gifts from passengers. Is this the only reason you declined?, he can't stop wondering, and would you have accepted otherwise? Is there already someone else in your life, someone you see when you're not with him, someone you like more than him and who could one day take you away from him...?

✈️ Your fears are different, albeit equally deep and distressing, and mainly concern the possibility your lover grows tired of you. After all you have slept together for months already, and no matter how intense the connection between you is, how passionate your lovemaking and how often he whispers in your ear you are so beautiful, so good for me, so tight and hot, and how amazing you feel when he's inside you and that no one has ever made him come so hard, sooner or later inevitably enthusiasm dwindles and boredom sets in; Boromir is an attractive man, you have seen passengers (of all ages, and all genders) giggling and looking at him with admirations on every single flight you have worked on together, and many of your fellow stewardesses likewise make no secret of their attraction. What if eventually someone catches his attention? Someone more beautiful, and younger than you, or pursuing whom provides a more exciting past-time than your by now established relationship? You are not tired of him (you have come to suspect you never will be) and there is nothing you wouldn't do to keep him by your side, but you can't stop fearing one day you will lose him...

✈️ Soon, you both realize you have developed feelings for each other, a discovery that does not surprise you (good, and even exceptional, sex does not necessarily translate in love, but what has been born between the two of you was too intense, too special and intimate and deep not to affect your heart) but that puts you both in a predicament. Could each of you confess your feelings to the other person, potentially finding out they did not reciprocate? You had never spoken much about your relationship, to give it a name or establish rules for something that made you both happy and satisfied, and while you had not explicitly decided to keep what there is behind you strictly physical, neither of you had ever said or done anything that could led the other to suspect a desire, or even just a willingness, to transform your acquaintance in a romantic relationship - a committed, serious romantic relationship, because this is what both of you had come to desire. If it came out you wanted different things from your rapport, could you ignore it and go back to being simply friends with benefits? It would be good (it would be great) even though you couldn't help wishing for more, and in the secret of your hearts you both think anything would be preferable to lose each other. But what if you simply couldn't go on like you had, and disappointment and bitterness ended up separating you? What if the one who did not reciprocate their lover's feelings ended up falling for someone else?

✈️ Neither of you could be described as a timorous person. As a pilot, and a former military pilot at that, Boromir had been prepared to make potentially vital decisions in the span of a minute, and you had likewise never allowed fear and uncertainty to guide you. Still, as you keep meeting for the best sex of your lives, sharing intimacy and secrets and laughs and pleasure, you both decide what you share is too important, too precious and special, to risk it... even if it could mean the beginning of something even more marvellous.

✈️ In the end, the solution of your quandary is found not by you, nor by your handsome lover. You had not spoken about your relationship with Boromir to anyone else, more because it was simply a matter that only concerned the two of you than because you had to keep it secret, and your dearest friends simply know there is someone in your life who makes you very happy. He, on the other hand, is an even more private person, disinclined to discuss his personal matters… except with the person he trusts the most in the world, and with whom he has no secrets. "I have been seeing a woman." he confesses one night he and his brother have met for drinks in their favourite pub and remained there for hours just talking as usual, indifferent to everything and everyone around them. The pub is a nice place, he reflects, mainly frequented by men, but one day, it would be nice to bring you there, and have you taste his favourite drink… "I have met her on the job, she's a stewardess, and… she's amazing, Faramir. I have desired her since the moment we shook hands, and for… nine months now we have been having sex, the best of my life, I never even thought I could feel like this… she's everything I have ever wanted in a woman, in a partner, and then some." "Then why the long face?" Faramir, who has started dating his future wife Éowyn three weeks ago, asks, and he listens intently as his brother confesses his fears (something Boromir has never been good at doing) that the woman he has grown to care for so much does not reciprocate his feelings, would break up with him if she knew they want different things from their relationship, and could one day, worst of all, fall for someone else.

✈️ "Do you love her?" "I don't know; I have never been in love before, but I have never felt anything like what I feel for her, so yes, it might be love." Boromir says, shrugging; he doesn't care about names and labels, but he knows he wants more, he wants all of her and wants her to have all of him. He wants to share more than her bed and the warmth of her body; he wants to stop fearing he could lose her any day, if only someone else catches her gaze "I think… in time, I will grow to love her very much. But I don't know if she feels the same, she's very affectionate and I know I can... I mean, that she's satisfied with what we have now; and that's the problem. Maybe she's happy like this, and she could never see me as anything but a sexual partner..."

✈️ Faramir knows his brother doesn't want to be consoled or advised on how to tackle his problem (which he would be unable to do in any case, since he doesn't know the woman his brother has developed feelings for and has no idea whether she reciprocates either); what he needs is to be listened to, and Faramir is happy to lend him his ear, intimately saddened to see his older brother so uncertain, and at risk of having his heart broken. "I'm sure you'll know what to do when the time is right." he says, and while Boromir seems actually comforted by his words, he feels he can, and as a consequence has to, do more for him...

✈️ ... which is why on the next day he visits Aragorn at the company's office, under the pretext of inviting him for dinner but in reality with a very different intent. "I know there is a stewardess here named (name); will you tell me how to find her? She is not in trouble or anything, but I can't tell you why." he asks; Aragorn decides to trust him, and luckily you are at the office right then, having had to come for a meeting with your supervisor and other stewardesses. The moment the two of you are face to face it takes you a moment to recognize him, because Boromir has a framed photo of the two of them on his bedside table, and because the man in front of you is a slightly younger, vaguely gentler version of the one you have slept with for nine months. You know he doesn't work for the company and you have no idea why he has come to see you; for a terrible moment, you fear something has happened to Boromir, but Faramir hurries to reassure you. "My brother has told me about you; believe me, I would never intrude in his personal affairs, but he cares greatly about you, much more than he has ever told you, and obviously you don't have to lie to him about your feelings to spare him the disappointment, but... but sometimes the only thing stopping two people from finding happiness is themselves, and fear. Boromir has never been afraid, never since I know him, and this is why I beg of you, take care of him, and of his feelings. I'm sure you'll know what to do when the time is right."

✈️You remain where you are, dumbstruck, while Faramir thanks you for your time and leaves; after a while, you finally move, reach your car in the parking lot and drive home, where you spend an hour walking in circle and staring at the wall, your mind possessed by a single, simple and at the same time terrifying question. Now what?

✈️ "(name)?" Boromir says, appearing in the living room in front of you, and for an absurd moment you could almost believe you were thinking about him with such intensity, you had him appear by magic. "Are you all right? The front door was open." he says as he reaches you; you had completely forgotten you had decided to meet at your place tonight, and you were so engrossed in your thoughts you hadn't realized you hadn't locked the door as usual. "Yes, I'm fine; sorry, I was... thinking." you explain as you greet him with a kiss as usual, that he gladly reciprocates. You look at him, feeling the gentle but possessive way he's already cradling your hips in his hands, the pleasant scent of his aftershave making you shiver; oh, to Mandos with it, you think, I don't want to be afraid either. "I saw your brother this afternoon." you confess as your lover has already started kissing your neck, gently biting a point on your throat he knows makes you see stars "He... hmmm... he came at the office to talk to me... about you. About what you told him last night."

✈️ Boromir reacts as if he had seen the gates of Mordor open in front of him. "I can't believe Faramir would do something like this." he murmurs, and suddenly he can't even meet your gaze "(name), I... I am sorry, it doesn't have to matter..."

"But it does; it does matter, and please, don't be angry with your brother, he was only trying to help." you explain, taking his hands in yours "And I am happy he did it; very very happy, in fact." You hesitate for a minute, searching the right words and at the same time simply enjoying the closeness of his solid, warm body; as long as you are together, you think, you'll never be afraid. "There is a party I have been invited on Sunday. It's nothing special, just a friend celebrating her birthday, but it should be nice... and I'd like you to meet my friends; and one day, if you want, I could meet yours. What... what do you think?"

More than seeing it (you can't, since you're staring at your feet) you feel him smile softly. "I'd like that." he murmurs before kissing your hair; his mouth has touched every single inch of your body, and still, no kiss has ever been sweeter than that "I'd like that very much."

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Okay, before we end the PJO tv show, I’m gonna watch the shitty movie. I’ve reread the book, chapter by chapter, before each episode to compare it for myself. But let’s watch the movie to compare to the show AND book cuz why the eff not?

And since Percy is played by a 21 year old, I will also be drinking during this movie cuz BLEH!

20th Century Fox…you sure did last longer than 1999. For better and worse. And now Disney owns you and you’re nothing but a memory…a little more booze will fix that.

Chris Columbus, because everyone loved the first 2 Harry Potter movies. Well, they loved how good of adaptations they were as well as the Dumbledore actor.

Giant Poseidon rises out of the water…struggling to walk through water like he’s a human. AND A HUMAN SEES HIM AND HE’S JUST LIKE “sup” LIKE….THAT HAD BETTER BE A RANDOM TSUNAMI HE’S FUCKING SEEING! AND THEN POSEIDON JUST WATER MORPHS INTO A REGULAR GUY?! WHY ARE YOU NOW A REGULAR GUY?! WHY NOT JUST START AS A REGULAR GUY? Why be massive at all? Just, why?

You know, Sean Bean probably wishes he DID die in this movie so he’d never have to reprise. But, only the main 4 actually reprised so, you know, whatever. The franchise flopped enough to count as a death.

EXPSITION! TALKING! WALKING! BORING!

Also, this implies that Luke LITERALLY JUST TOOK IT! Like, days/hours ago and Zeus is already like “guess imma just kill a kid and cause WWIII in 2 weeks.” Like, Zeus has no chill, but he’s king of the gods for a reason. Those shits are PETTY! And do ALL KINDS of stuff that could’ve resulted in dozens of power plays/wars/other shitty things happen to the gods or mortals, but they didn’t cuz Zeus…actually knows how to rule. He just doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants. That’s a separate issue.

Such intense. Very dramatique standing. Much wow.

Honestly, even though this is a weird opening, it is a very good opening. Percy just…chilling in his element. Like, yeah, 7 minutes for a high schooler to just hold his breath is bad cuz 6 minutes and you start losing brain cells and teenagers don’t have cells to lose cuz they lost half of them to puberty and spend the next 10-15 years wrestling them back from their hormones and self-worth issues. But still, it’s a nice score after that intensely nothing scene, very calm and soothing, makes the “who could Percy’s dad” question feel very stupid but the movie isn’t trying to make you think, so you can just…be for that underwater scene. It’s nice. But unfortunately we don’t drown and the movie keeps going.

Although, with Rick adding that Percy does have a fear of drowning in later books, that does make this scene…terrifying. Is Percy trying to drown himself?

“It’s like high school without the musical” so…high school. Also, hey, an appropriately 2008 reference cuz these books can’t stop making references. Seriously, Rick, you can stop making references that date the books. You do a yearly reference per book but sometimes it’s multiple books per year. THAT’S NOT HOW DATES WORK.

Mrs. Dodds is teaching English cuz…Shakespeare is harder than high school trig? But it does give us a decent look at Greek letters superimposing over the early modern English as the letters move and rearrange and…this is the second nice thing I’ve said. SHIT! SAY SOMETHING DISPARAGING!

“I think this dyslexia thing is getting worse.” That’s…not how dyslexia works. “Idk, maybe it’s the ADHD.” This movie is dumb. Phew, I said something disparaging.

Percy sassing his mom makes me hate him rather than making me think they have a close relationship and he loves his mom and would literally kill for her.

Ah, the first sexual thing to happen on screen. And this is the only one to not make me mad cuz it’s Gabe being the worst.

“Show some respect. That’s my mom right there.” No, that’s his wife right there. Show him some of you leaving so he can continue to be a mortal pig stinking up the place and making you safe from monsters. God this Gabe is the worst, he’s fucking perfect.

Oh right, and the gods are telepathic too. Cuz…why? That’s never established in ANY myth or book. “I haven’t seen him since he was a baby” yeah, but apparently you guys have one-way phone calls where you give cryptic advice every other Tuesday.

AND THEY GET GREEK MYTH WRONG! “The Big Three overthrew Kronus.” *Pulls out 3 mythology books, 10 mythology websites and the fucking book.* Now, we’re not leaving until you learn these gods’ dam myths or you are carried away by Thanatos trying.

Mrs. Dodds honestly looks like such a creeper in this scene. Looking like she’s trying to sniff his hair. Ick.

Pierce Brosnan is a brilliant actor. He uses the wheelchair like a fucking pro, but then he keeps propping himself up at an odd angle away from the back like it’s uncomfortable to sit in. Which, would make sense given he’s got a whole other half folded up behind him.

It’s so interesting how the Furies keep getting wings in modern media. Like, classical depictions have them as just really really pissed off ladies. And that’s no lady. That’s a demon.

Logan was clearly thinking the CGI would grab his arms to lift him instead of underneath his arms, so he just looks really stiff cuz the CGI artists messed up.

“I should be on medication.” Well yes but actually no.

Also, how was the show’s lack of a fight scene better than this…almost fight? Pathetic attack and subsequent scolding? At least she died in the show, unlike here.

“Only use it in times of severe distress.” That line…makes no sense…cuz…like…he’s camp activities director for a bunch of demigods he’s training to fight to the death…WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESN’T WANT THIS KID WHO’S IN IMMEDIATE DANGER TO USE A WEAPON?!

“This is a pen. This is a pen!” Well…at least some of this movie is fun/funny/almost enjoyable.

Movie!Percy is an ableist jackass who thinks crutches constitute helplessness. Book!Percy would beat Movie!Percy up for even SUGGESTING Grover couldn’t handle himself, much less kick someone’s ass. He’s seen Grover in the cafeteria line.

“Like I said, I’m your protector.” And suddenly, Eddie and the guys think Grover’s gay for Percy

“He was forced to leave.” I…the tide comes and goes. And so does Poseidon. He’s here, then he’s gone. But he’ll return again. Constant change. How is that so hard to write?

“Leaving you was probably the most difficult thing he ever did.” Okay, I know you’re not Show!Sally, but lady, Imma need you to do your research about your ex. Okay?

“Sally watch out!” For what? The cow didn’t enter the screen until the car was already turning to avoid it.

And this is why you wear a seat belt. All of you should’ve gone flying through that windshield cuz none of you were wearing seat belts.

I’m going to need Grover to never say “Come on” again. Please. For the love of Apollo.

I hate that invisible wall.

You know, it’s supposed to be raining. Which is why Percy does not insta-die. Cuz water. Instead, this kid is just the best at being a matador/sword fighting cuz Gary Stu.

“No. No. No. No. No. No.” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GIVE IT UP FOR THE WORST LINE DELIVERY IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN MOVIE! “I’d like to thank my mom, for dying. My teen angst, for not giving a shit for her dying. That math test I was supposed to take today I definitely didn’t study for that I was thinking about the same time as remembering my mom just died. None of you were important to me. And I’ll keep on not caring for the rest of this movie. Good night!”

This is the tiniest Camp Half-Blood ever…and the musical just had a small black box to work with. Sword combat training right next to archers firing at everything leaving the infirmary and both working to put you back in immediately after getting healed?

“I’m a loser. I have dyslexia. ADHD.” Look. 2010 was a different time. But like…did the writers KNOW what those were? That they’re unfortunately not an uncommon disability in America. For one or the other (usually not both, but most people don’t hear about half-bloods unless they make the news for blowing up Mount St. Helens. Again)

Look at Clarise kicking ass, even though she should have her hair up. “That’s Annabeth.” Oh, right. Every time.

Instant connection. Cuz…teenagers be horny I guess. Not like we can actually build up the relationship or anything. NOOOOO. Gotta be horny at first sight.

Pierce Brosnan is a terrible actor with how he’s holding his arms like he Naruto running, but they’re fists so it just looks stiff and awkward.

“A real horse’s ass.” I still don’t understand that joke. Not that one. The one in Aladdin where he says “a horse with two rear ends” but…RIGHT! Gotta focus on the worse movie.

All daughters of Aphrodite are sorority girls with Elle Woods’ body and libido without the Elle Woods brains. Remember when this story was supposed to be for 12-year-olds.

And there’s no question who his dad is cuz Poseidon just came to camp one day and decided to be a carpenter and carved “PεΓ<ψ ωiιι βε HεΓε” right above the door

You know…the CGI on Chiron’s horse half looks pretty good.

“This stuff is so heavy!” That’s light leather! What are you talking about. I can show you several 12-year-olds wearing full metal breastplates, pauldrons and helmets carrying metal shields too (which also looks cheap, but still) that would laugh at how you think THAT is heavy.

Grover’s so upbeat here at camp…which is…interesting…

Camp Leader? Leader? I…what the fuck is happening. Why is Luke…more in charge than Chiron? And Mr. D comes next movie…DID MR. D TAKE LUKE’S JOB?!

Idk…maybe it’s just the Michael lingering in poor Adam Winchester, but…he just RADIATES evil, you know?

“That’s a sword. That’s a sword.” No shit.

But, you know, even with the shaky cam, the fight choreography is pretty good.

“My mother is goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. You know what that means?” You’re an inflated windbag who exposits a lot? Like, didn’t we already establish that 2 scenes ago? Yet, I almost needed it cuz I forgot she was Annabeth again and was like “Hey Clarisse” cuz she looks like how I picture Clarrise (who’s a blonde) and fighting against Percy and being a bitch and…yeah

Cuz she wouldn’t know to not leave a son of Poseidon anywhere near water? Like, even not knowing that it’d heal him, with admittedly decent effects, he’s already claimed and so she’d KNOW that maybe, just maybe, he’s a water boy. That and/or he’s probably pretty good on horseback.

And now the fight choreography sucks. I’m bored. Mostly by the 1-v-1 instead of war between many like we were doing. Like…they would be doing.

Grover isn’t hungry all the time here. He’s horny all the time. I hate it.

“I’m not going to grow a fish tail or gills am I?” Listen, I’d much rather be watching Thirteenth Year. Shut up.

“I have very strong feelings for you. I just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.” So…you think he’s hot, but a jerk. So…make it negative cuz…yeah, this Percy is a prick and I don’t want to be his friend. Where’s Book or Show!Percy. I miss them.

AND HADES IS SATAN BECAUSE EVERYONE SAW DISNEY’S HERCULES AS WELL AS FUCKING CHRISTIANS AND THEIR HATRED OF DEATH! I HATE THIS! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU FOR DISPARAGING THE LORD OF THE DEAD LIKE THIS!

I’m also going to need Grover to stop saying “I’m your protector.” It’s almost as repetitive as “Come on,” but not quite. Not yet.

Luke playing video games is somehow the biggest change from the book. Not Annabeth eating Clarisse’s character. Not Mrs. Dodds teaching Shakespeare. Not that everyone knows Percy’s heritage and thus we cut out the “gods are deadbeats” theme from the books…nope. It’s the fact that this Ancient Greek summer camp has fucking electricity.

“My dad’s a jerk, I’ve never met him.” You know, if it was ONLY book 1, I could forgive this. Knowing several books had come out and May Castellian’s story was able to be known…OOPS! Kinda forgot to read ahead to make sure everything lines up, huh?

I broke into a god’s house and stole stuff (I’m obviously not the Lightning Theif even though I’ve already stolen from the gods) like this book that’s still covered in dust which doesn’t make sense logically.

Shoe flies into the screen for all the 3D movie watchers out there. Honestly, I miss when 3D did gimmicks like that.

Persephone fucking around is not her character. Other than possibly Hades (and, that’s from Ovid, a Roman, who put in a line about her agency rather than the original Greek tale) she’s a virgin goddess. She’s called Kore, The Maiden, before she’s Persephone. Like…what’s with all the sex stuff and tying NONE OF IT TO ZEUS!?

Look, the 3 pearls given by Poseiden being made the 3 stopping points could’ve…not sucked, except, the first few books are very much adventures. Like Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Or any of the Lord of the Rings. We start at Point A and we’re going to Point B and crazy things happen on the way to make it interesting. Those things are just super dangerous cuz it’s an adventure inspired by The Oddessy rather than a Road Trip movie where those things are comedy based.

Map will only show 1 pearl at a time, so how does Luke know how many there are? He could be lying. Also this is why Mrs. Dodds needed to teach you Math, so you could do 1+1+1 DOES NOT EQUAL 4 PEOPLE STUPID!

Also, to get the map to show you the next one, just say I Solemnly Swear That I’m Up To No Good.

And Luke gives them a shield that takes 5 seconds to fully open which isn’t helpful because we saw none of the kids using shields so they probably would suck with them instead of knowing how to use it in a fight/forget it has a timer and they die by being impaled before the shield can fully open.

47 minutes in and we’re JUST NOW getting to the quest. And YET! It felt like we were running through the first 10 chapters.

Honestly, don’t totally hate the Highway to Hell song because it’s super on the nose.

*Grover sees rats* “That’s nasty.” YOU’RE A SATYR! YOU WOULD PROBABLY BE HAPPIER TO SEE NATURE DOING IT’S THING THAN EATING A TIN CAN! Probably…tin cans are also very delicious.

Annabeth is also a thief, stealing from Aunty Em like that.

The woman’s overacting is…why?

Grover should’ve been stabbed with how Percy was holding that thing.

Uma’s decision to rub her hands together to project her evil instead of just…holding herself with the confidence of a villainess was certainly a decision.

Huh, even the movie doing the “Medusa was a pretty woman” story…and even reference that she hates his dad instead of having a sweet spot like in the book…

What, is she just that persuasive? I think her snakes are venomous, so, like, she could do that instead of just…standing there saying “look me in the eye when you know I’m fucking Medusa.”

Percy with the iPod is…regrettably iconic.

Uma running is…regrettably memorable cuz it’s that bad rather than the iPod.

If Annabeth was able to get out with the arm broken off, she should’ve been able to get out with the arm attached, but I guess we can make Grover actually helpful.

“I don’t have the lightning bolt!” Except, since we cut Ares giving it to them in Colorado and put it in the damn shield…YES YOU DO!

Why is Medusa hitting on, supposedly, a teenager! Medusa is a ephebophile and needs to die for that much more than killing a woman who screamed too much.

That truck should be destroyed to hell and Percy should be dead.

No black man is giving up the hoodie under the jacket. That’s not happening.

Medusa is also bisexual if they found the pearl on her wrist like that so she could leave Persephone’s Garden whenever she wanted/needed.

Yay. Everyone hates country music.

I’m glad they have money for a 2 bed motel.

Wow. I’m so glad Percy can heal others with water like he’s frickin Katara.

“It’s a recent thing that Zeus said Fuck Them Kids. Like, 15 years recent.” Yeah, that’s not…that’s not why the gods are deadbeats.

Grover, not so loud. You wanna tell the entire motel ppl that we’re here?

Everyone remembered this scene from the movie and the tourist in the book and decided that’s why the show was bad in waiting until St Louis, like in the book, to say Percy was a fugitive of the law. Instead of, just…a troubled kid with a dead mom.

“That’s what I’m talking about, Gabe always running his mouth.” You met Gabe for 2 seconds at the apartment. You are talking about nothing. Gabe is always nothing with you. You know nothing. Shut up.

Boy, I’m so glad they slept so they could drive again instead of sleeping in the car, being awake at the motel, and driving all night to be awake in the day. Ugh.

The Athena Parthenos is not allowed to be there cuz we gotta find it in HoO. That’s also not how it looks in Nashville so, like, that’s gotta be the real Parthenos.

People check the bathrooms and would’ve escorted you out.

Annabeth is a racist who goes to kill the black guy first.

SINCE WHEN DOES SHE HAVE A CROSSBOW?! Since how does she know how to use a crossbow? Since why does she have a crossbow?

Surprised they’re not making a sex joke about groping Athena’s tits or something.

But…why would the hydra want a bolt of lightning? It wouldn’t even be able to use it.

Also, everyone’s seen Disney’s Hercules, and Winter Soldier is coming out in a few years. Grover also should’ve known that that was bad.

AND NOW SHE HAS A BOW AND FULL QUIVER OF ARROWS!

That’s a lot of water for a single water fountain.

Boy. I’m so glad they’re carrying Medusa’s head around instead of sending it to Olympus to get their parents to say “we see you, sweeties! We hate it, but we see you!”

And again, Grover saves the day and Annabeth only makes it worse.

“Several Continents” …you named 2, so it would be over those two continents. Also…how big is it? Is it as big as a mountain range? EQUAL to Europe and straddling the two continents?! ALL OF EUROPE AND ASIA?! Cause, honestly, it’d be weird, but a stormfront covering half of Europe/part of Asia at the same time wouldn’t be impossible. Storms be big. Europe be small.

I will say, points for the show to make it a real casino instead of an amusement park like in the book, cuz…that’s not really how casinos work. Like, they can have a really great secondary, non-casino part, but…a theme park like here in the movie and focusing on the arcade and making it massive like the book is…weird.

I’m gonna need Grover to be a little less horny.

That’s a lot of people for three teens. Instead of it being enticing, it’s forcing. Which…is not how the Lotus Eaters work.

The kids have never done drugs before cuz even the ones that make you happy don’t make you THAT kind of happy.

Honestly, still a great part of the movie, with Grover tearing it up. Get it, Goat Boy.

Percy, stop getting high. This is not part of the drugs, I swear. Percy. I AM YOUR FATHER, wait, Disney doesn’t own both properties yet.

Honestly, I’m expecting the lotus servers to ring security with how insistent they are. Like, damn.

Grover was about to have an orgy, cuz like, ugh!

“I can drive from Vegas to LA in 3 to 4 hours.” NOT WHEN YOU HIT TRAFFIC BITCH! And you will.

The sky doesn’t look like a massive storm cloud, it looks like really bad pollution.

Is Annabeth allowed to do anything? She didn’t read the sign. She didn’t help in Medusa. She BARELY DID ANYTHING in Nashville (not that she did much other than have a personality in St. Louis.) She was the same level of helpful in the Lotus Casino. Annabeth, why are you HERE?!

Grover, why are you asking Percy what anything about Greek Myth is? Again, Annabeth is the smart one!

Percy just gonna casually stab Charon and think he’s going anywhere? This is the Land of the Dead, boy! He cannot die! If he does, it just means a bigger back up in the waiting room.

I love that Death plays Charon. He’s such a good actor.

“We’re in a recession!” When are we not? Fucking American economy.

You know what, the Underworld green screen actually looks impressive. It’s well done.

“All lives end in suffering and tragedy.” This is not Hell. This is Hades. So where are the Fields of Asphodel? Where’s Elysium? It’s more than just the Fields of Torment! Tartarus is UNDER Hades. That’s not all Hades is.

Probably a super cute puppy! Nope, just 2 Hellhounds. But Mrs. O’Leary is so nice!

Persephone trying to hit on Grover is…I’m so done. Why Grover’s new personality gotta be horn dog?

I actually don’t hate Hades looking like an aging rocker look. It’s weird, but it’s at least a look. Unlike Zeus and Poseidon in the first scene with 0 style.

WHY IS PERSEPHONE SO HORNY FOR GOAT?!

“I was banished here by Zeus and Poseidon.” No, just Zeus. And you didn’t hate it. I mean, you hate it cuz it’s constant work, but you do a good job and would hate ruling the sea or sky.

Hades asking the real questions here.

Why is Hades backing out of the deal? Didn’t they see Disney’s Hercules?

“The only time I look forward to is my allotted time away from this hellhole.” You mean summer? Like, right now? Cuz you supposed to be top side, honey.

“Guys, it’s gotta be me, cuz I’m your protector…and also gonna bone a goddess.” I don’t hate him as Grover. I hate the writers for Grover.

How does Sally know where the entrance is, but still can’t get through? Also, another woman running up behind Percy or Annabeth shouting her lines annoyingly. Yay.

Wow, you’re really just gonna say that, huh.

“I was planning on giving the bolt to Hades the whole time.” Cuz fuck Kronos who we DID ESTABLISH VERY EARLY IN THE MOVIE!

This should be a much more intense fight between Annabeth and Luke knowing their history. But…it’s more of a Clarisse vs Luke fight cuz it’s weirdly choreographed and no dialogue to suggest they know each other.

“Why do you want a war with the gods?” Cuz fuck ‘em. “Control.” I…♪Everybody wants to rule the world♪ BUT LIKE! HE’S ALREADY APPARENTLY CAMP LEADER! HE’S ALREADY GOT CONTROL! WHAT WOULD BECOMING A GOD DO????

MISS! MISS! MISS! COME ON IT’S ULTIMATE POWER AND YOU MISSED 3X IN A ROW! MISS! HOW CAN YOU MISS? HE IS 3 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!

Percy still should not be flying, but we need the battle to be more epic cuz Percy vs Ares isn’t cool enough and a sudden reveal is too subtle and intense. This final battle misses so many marks.

HE IS FLYING THROUGH A METAL BUILDING AND HE MISSED COMPLETELY! Luke is a terrible shot and just sucks. But apparently can throw a dagger at high speeds at a moving target, so he can aim, he just sucks when plot needs them to.

And there’s the movie poster.

And Luke should’ve been electrocuted, drowned, and died. He should not be alive. But then that would imply Percy is okay with killing people. Cuz Medusa clearly doesn’t count.

And another invisible wall. If she shouldn’t have been able to get to out, she honestly shouldn’t have been able to get on the elevator in the first place.

Look at Hogwarts, I mean, Olympus.

Party City called, they want $50 per costume.

“I have no connection to Poseidon.” I…clearly you do cuz you trusted him enough to help you get out of the Lotus Casino.

This Hermes looks like a loser and deserves Luke’s hate. Nathan Fillion Hermes is Nathan Fillion and still deserves Luke’s hate.

Zeus does not have power to bring back someone from the Underworld. That is not his jurisdiction! The gods can have overlap, 2 gods of war stuff kinda deal, but not fully take control of something that is their domain. Ares has fire eyes, but he cannot control the fire of the hearth. Hephestus and Apollo both make things, but the sun and the fire of a forge are NOT THE SAME!

AND THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING EVER! THAT IMMORTALS CAN BECOME MORTAL JUST BY LOVING TOO MUCH?! LIKE?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Tiny baby horns means First Class Protector…that’s not how horns work! Zeus cannot grant a satyr the ability to grow the thing that he’s supposed to grown naturally and say it’s a promotion.

I’m so glad you left the camp where I’m training people to hopefully not die because I clearly don’t care about your safety.

Can Annabeth PLEASE fight with her hair up. “But it makes her look cool and effeminate.” It also means she won’t be able to se when it flies in her face. Like there. And there. And just know.“I kicked him out” she said. And yet, she just keeps the fridge with Medusa’s head and sees no problem with that? Had no plans on killing him with it, just decided that was going to be a better roommate than Gabe? I mean, I guess this Medusa knows how to go down on a woman, but her head is kinda limp and gross.

#live blogging #pjo #pjo movies #long post #text post

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sonicshipbattles · 1 year

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Round One Match-ups

If you've followed this blog since the Sonic Tournament, you'll know that I struggle to make a graphic for 64 ship tournaments, so enjoy this image of Cupid Robotnik instead Below are the matches for Round One, arranged as they would appear on the grid and followed by some notes about what's been put where and why. There will be an image for Round Two, I promise

Round One will be posted in four lots of 8 polls that will run for a single day. The first 8 will be posted today at around 10pm GMT

TOP LEFT:

Dr. Robotnik/Agent Stone vs Dr. Robotnik/Wes Weasely Dr. Eggman/Me, the person running this blog vs Dr. Eggman/You, the person reading this post Dr. Eggman/Black Doom vs Dr. Eggman/Zavok Dr. Eggman/Dionysus (Hades Game) vs Dr. Eggman/Leon (Pokemon) Dr. Eggman/Great Battle Kukku vs Dr. Eggman/Lyric Dr. Eggman/Thunderbolt vs Dr. Eggman/Metarex Dr. Eggman/Vector vs Dr. Robotnik/Aleena Mr. Tinker/Dr. Starline vs Mr. Tinker/Elder Scruffy

BOTTOM LEFT:

Dr. Eggman/Dr. Wily vs Dr. Eggman/Inspector Gadget Dr. Eggman/himself (General) vs Dr. Eggman/theme parks Dr. Eggman/Clutch vs Dr. Eggman/Mimic Dr. Eggman (Classic)/Dr. Eggman (Modern) vs Dr. Eggman/Dr. Kintobor (Moebius) Dr. Eggman/Locke vs Dr. Eggman/Wendy Naugus Dr. Eggman/Lord Boxman (OK KO) vs Dr. Eggman/The Once-ler Dr. Eggman/The President (Games) vs Dr. Eggman/The President (OVA) Dr. Robotnik/Lucas vs Dr. Robotnik/Lucinda

TOP RIGHT:

Dr. Eggman/Dr. Starline vs Dr. Eggman/Sera Dr. Eggman/an egg vs Dr. Eggman/Dr. Eggman's Incredible Interstellar Amusement Park Dr. Eggman (Boom)/anon vs Dr. Eggman/Martha (Snapcube) Dr. Eggman/Dr. Doofenshmirtz vs Dr. Eggman/Humpty Dumpty (Puss in Boots) Dr. Eggman/Dr. Robotnik (AoStH) vs Dr. Eggman/Zobotnik Dr. Eggman/The Conductor vs Dr. Robotnik/Grimer Dr. Eggman/Uncle Chuck (Sonic X) vs Dr. Robotnik/Uncle Chuck (SatAM) Dr. Robotnik/Latte with steamed austrian goat milk vs Dr. Robotnik/The Mean Bean Machine

BOTTOM RIGHT:

Dr. Eggman/Bowser vs Dr. Eggman/Dr. Neo Cortex Dr. Eggman/no one vs Dr. Eggman/The Chaos Emeralds Dr. Eggman/Captain Whisker vs Dr. Kintobor (Fleetway)/Mr. Tinker Dr. Eggman/Dr. Starline/Thunderbolt vs Dr. Eggman/The Conductor/The Conductor's Wife Dr. Eggman/Ella vs Dr. Eggman/Witchcart Dr. Eggman/T.W. Barker vs Dr. Robotnik/Sleet Dr. Robotnik/Katella vs Dr. Robotnik/Robo Robotnik Dr. Eggman/King Candy vs Dr. Eggman/Satan (Puyo Puyo) vs Dr. Eggman/Rick Sanchez MATCH-UP NOTES:

As the ships that received the first and second most submissions, Robotnik/Agent Stone and Eggman/Starline have been placed on opposite sides of the grid to each other, in the top left and top right respectively. They have both been given easy first matches against a ship that received only one nomination Since we had four ships that tied for third place (Eggman/Bowser, Eggman/Wily, Eggman/himself (General) and Eggman/no one) that worked out nicely for organising them, so two each have been placed on the bottom left and bottom right sides of the grids. I broke it up so that each side would have one popular crossover and one non-ship Eggman ship - so Eggman/Wily and Eggman/himself have been placed on the bottm left and Eggman/Bowser and Eggman/no one have been placed on the bottom right We had a large amount of crossovers submitted, so unlike the Sonic tournament where they were grouped together, for this tournament the crossovers have been spread out across the whole grid Same goes for all the various Eggman/himself variants. There should be at least one on every corner of the grid Since most ships only received one or two submissions, the match-ups are more random this time. A few have been stuck together because I thought it'd be funny or they have a similar theme, but mostly they're random We have one single threeway poll in this tournament, which has been placed at the bottom of the grid. This is "Dr. Eggman/King Candy vs Dr. Eggman/Satan (Puyo Puyo) vs Dr. Eggman/Rick Sanchez" as they were all crossover ships that received a single nomination

#Eggman Ship Tournament #Round One #Poll Notes

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cherrysapphirecherry · 1 year

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Modern Bean the Dynamite design

Soooo.... What If Bean, Bark, and N A C K were in Sonic Heroes? Well find out over the next two days! I wanted to take as much inspiration from how Sonic Heroes adapted Team Chaotix but toned down. Something that not a lot of people realize is that prior to recently, Bean and Bark weren't Sonic characters, instead they were general SEGA characters that just happened to be from the Sonic franchise. That sounds like it makes no sense but when they only appear in one Sonic game before hanging out in multiple other SEGA games that have no connection to Sonic other then them for 20 years, all the while not appearing in a single Sonic game the whole time, It stands to reason they were SEGA characters and not Sonic characters. Not only that, but all the games they appeared in were specifically made by SEGA AM2, so they were SEGA AM2 characters to be exact. I mention all this because I chose not to completely re-haul Bean and Bark's design because of their status as SEGA characters. Of course Sonic Team could re-design Chaotix, who even knew about Choatix before Sonic Heroes? But Bean and Bark? Bean and Bark we're AM2 character's by and from AM2, not Sonic Team and we all know what happens when a division of SEGA use something from a different division, don't we, Mr. Yuji Naka? According to various manuals and guides: Bean and Bark are competitive sports players of Snow Boarding and Soccer respectively so I chose to really lean into that. Bean in hooked up with a Varsity style jacket and his feathers on his legs sprawl out to give the look of sports shorts to complete the look. His tail feathers and head feathers have also been extended to make him resemble Woody Wood Peaker, helping to identify his actual speeches. Another thing is that this art is heavily referenced from his art from Sonic the Fighters. This is so that any ordinary joe could put my art and that art back to back and spot all the differences. It's going to be compared to that art anyways, why not make it easier for the viewer? I'm so very excited for ya'll to see the Bark the Polar Bear art I have made! It'll be out tomorrow and has 4 alts! Bark's riddled with Easter Eggs to his past as a SEGA Character and I adore the way that art and this Bean art came out in the end! Any and all criticism is welcome as I'm always trying to evolve as an artist and thank you for reading all this! Have a wonderful day!

#bean the dynamite #Sonic the Fighters #Sonic the Hedgehog #SEGA #SEGA AM2 #Sonic Fan Art #Fan Art #CherrySapphireCherry

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silverhallow · 2 years

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I know edits like this went around months ago but, I thought I should bring it back but in an ask format! If the Bridgerton characters had YouTube channels, what would it be about? 🤓 if you wanna do individual characters or as couples, that’s up to you!

This is a hard one and i've been sat on it a while whilst I've been thinking...

So we're going with sort of Regency characteristics I think so i'm struggling with some of them so i might come back with more but we're going couples...

Kanthony: How to deal with a huge ass family and their drama...

Anthony and Kate just talking about the drama of their idiot siblings, and just giving advice on marriage... Anthony occasionally being swatted by Kate for talking about their sex life when they get questions. Anthony accidentally announces that Kate's pregnant for the second time, before they've told anyone, with an innocent comment when they're talking about Benedict and his drama of looking for his Mystery Lady "perhaps the little bean will be born after all of this drama has passed us over"

Benophie: Domestic Life in the Country / How to deal with an Artist...

Sophie pretty much does their show. She does cooking and cleaning, like a cross between Mrs Hinch/Marie Kondo and Jamie Oliver with her videos. she does step by step recipes and shows how to get the most out food and the space in their house...

but she also films Benedict going through the process of creating his art. his little melt downs and the suitable for children ways she calms him down.

Polin: An Englishman Abroad - A writer's paradise...

this one was rather obvious. they travel together and write about it, the film their reviews of the places they go to eat.

Saphne: Basset Bedlam - Not another Family Blog

Daphne is the ultimate stay at home mum and it's a blog about hints and tips about raising kids. having 4 kids within 4 years it's a hit and she gets her sister's in law involved with it and her adorable nephews and its about raising kids. Useful tips of dealing with tantrums, poonami's and adorable moments of Simon dancing with all three of his daughter's.

they share details of their family life and do monthly Q&A's. Daphne also does a podcast a bit like Gionvanni Fletchers Happy Baby Happy Mum...

Philoise: Plants, Prose and Pressure

it started off as Eloise doing book reviews and talking about the pressures of being a woman in modern society. the demands and the expetations and it's just rants and very much a feministic blog...

She gets Amanda on talking about her favourite book and Oliver talks about his favourite football team.

Eloise films Phillip talking about plants and caring for them one day and is surprised at how well it takes off and when she shows Phillip all the questions in the comments he agrees to do more and it's how the blog continues

Franchel: A Wee Wicked Dram

Mike has a drink review youtube, he talked about his travels and being in India and his cures and treatment for Malaria, he and Phillip do a joint one on the herbal remedies he does.

Mike wanted to change the blog to be a bit more Adult but Fran wasn't having any of it as her mother watched it! (but they do have a secret adult channel on a popular adult site that no-one knows about and they go by pseudo manes of the Count and Countess...)

but Fran likes to review Wine, drink and food and offers up her classy recommendations to go with food. she's a bit of a connoisseur of spirits, cocktails and wine...

Mike loves a review of Whiskey but went viral after Fran switched it out with some Bourbon and he spat it out and ranted for a good two hours about how it wasn't whiskey and never would be.

Grucy: Cheaper not quite by the Dozen.

Greg is the stay at home dad. it's videos of him with all his children, talking men through how to do girl's hair, how to plait and how to raise kids. it's really popular with single dad's and it's tips on saving money when you've got a ridiculous amount of kids.

How to save money, how to bulk cook and videos' on getting 9 kids' lunch ready for school.

it's also a massive nerd zone and he and Lucy do specials and review TV shows dressed as their favourite characters and couples from shows as they watch.

Hyreth: The Mystery Machine

Of course their blog is about modern day crime and mystery stories. Hyacinth documents their attempts to find the lost jewels of the St.Clair family (Which ends up being picked up and adapted for a film)

but she loves Sherlock Holmes type mysteries and gets really involved in the drama and other mysteries, talking about shows and she and Gareth spend time trying to help people solve their own mysteries.

it's also full of fun videos of her ridiculous large family and her most popular video she got all of her family, siblings, in-laws, nieces and nephews all involved in a ridiculous tiktok style video.

#ask Ash #Bridgerton's as Youtubers #bridgerton #kanthony #benophie #saphne #philoise #hyreth #grucy #franchel #polin #ask ash

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thevioletear · 7 months

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Hidden Gem is a Gen Z's Thing

During this time, I loved strolling around the narrow alleys. My introduction to a narrow alley that has a pleasant atmosphere began when i was junior high school. I was live in a area whose the street in the area is connected to dozens of alleys on its sides. exploring alleys surround the area is a pleasant experience back on the days until now. Seeing the community living in the area, how they share the limited space each other, and the friendliness of the locals always makes me happy. As an architecture enthusiast, the houses and buildings with strong local characteristics along these alleys always amaze me and make me realize where I am at the time.

Places that are tucked away in narrow alleys are always more interesting to me. I guess I'm just a curious person who likes challenges. The more hidden a place is, and the more difficult it is to access, the place getting more interesting. As I learned about adaptive reuse of abandoned building to create creative place several days ago, i just found out that hidden gem place is more interesting for young generation nowdays, especially gen Z as a representation of youth today. The most interesting point that Mr. Yacobus told as one of the planner of M bloc space is that the hidden gem is more interesting right now compared by the grande style whichis so 90s. No need to think twice, i'm 100% agree with Mr. Yacobus statement because i'm is one of that gen Z who love hidden gem very much.

Sense of visit hidden gem is different with visited places which can accessed easily by vehicle. Besides of the place is provide the sense of adventure to the visitors before they get to the main destination, the process to get the final destination is also can accommodate my desire to walking. Walking is actually fun for me, but in case of lack pedestrian path in my area and the weather condition, so i rather to going everywhere by vehicle daily.

For me personally, visiting a place is incomplete if there are no historical and culinary elements in it. Fortunately, I was able to visit a place that accommodated the things I was looking for. A hidden gem, with historical and culinary elements, welcome to …. Baan Kudichin Museum!

Baan Kudichin Museum is a mini museum located in Bangkok. The museum is located in the Chao Phraya riverfront neighborhood. From the main road, we have to walk through the riverside promenade and then we will find an old Portuguese church overlooking the river. The Chao Phraya river with its bustle, surrounded by modern buildings in the background across the river being an amazing view along this journey. To reach the Baan Kudichin Museum, we have to walk through a narrow alley beside the church and pass through a path in front of the houses.

A sign that we just arrived at the destination is that there is a Red Chicken logo in front of the gate, with the name of this museum written underneath. Portuguese and Christian nuances are immediately loud when we enter the museum. That's understandable since the museum is located in a Catholic family home. The museum houses and preserves the history of the culture and traditions of the ancient Portuguese-Thai community in the area, and tells the story of the arrival of the Portuguese in Thailand.

The last part that makes this museum a perfect place is that there is a café in this museum. Although there is no tarik tea or boba milk in the café, but it doesn't matter as long as they have coffee. I ordered an iced latte. Honestly there is nothing special about the taste of coffee, but the place and the long journey trough the alleys until I can drink that beverage makes the coffee 100% tastier (because they use original coffee bean which bring by Portuguese 500 years ago i think…ups.. jokiing) and becomes the most special coffee of my life.

#hidden gems #travel #culture

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raisamariannas · 1 year

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the house at the end of the street (fem!jon x aegon vi)

Summary: A ghost boy walks through a ghost town.

AO3 Link. Patreon.

Length: 6k.

Dark. Half-sibling incest. Modern au.

He moves quietly around the local market, head down as he tries not to meet anyone’s gaze, even though no one is trying to. His silver hair curls at the end of his ears, in desperate need of a cut, and he is wearing clothes that are too big for him, flannel sleeves bunching up around his thin wrists. If it were someone else, anyone else, the market’s owner, an elderly woman by the name of Meria, would be fussing over him. She would be tittering about a young man’s need for sustenance, but since that night, no one really talks to Aegon Targaryen anymore.

It’s not like he cares. In fact, he prefers it that way. Since that night, there has been no need to pretend anymore. To pretend to be a good person, to pretend that he gives a shit about anyone but himself. Since that night, he quit the football team, dropped out of high school and has been living off of his father’s fortune, which is more than enough to keep him comfortable for the rest of his miserable life. He barely even leaves the house anymore, barely talks to anyone but the kids that inevitably come around, trying to dare themselves to ring his doorbell. And he likes it that way.

Aegon drags his meager cart around, filled to the brim with canned corn, preserved beans and anything else that can last through a nuclear apocalypse. When he is finished, Mrs Sand’s youngest grandson rings him up quickly, not meeting his eyes. Aegon hands him two fresh notes of a hundred dragons, his mouth barely moving as he says, “Keep the change.”

He walks out with three bags, struggling to get the car keys out of his pocket. The sun is unforgivable at this time of year, beating down on him and he thanks his Dornish mother that he can walk the five meters between the market to his parking spot without getting a sunburn. When he approaches his car, a beat up old camry solara that has seen better days, Aegon sighs, shaking his head at what has been written in the dirt of his windshield. WHY DID YOU LIVE?

Nothing new under the sun. Phrases like that appear practically twice a week wherever he goes. Aegon simply shakes his head again and opens the car, unloading his groceries on the backseat before sitting down at the front. He doesn’t even bother wiping it off, simply pressing the button to spray some water as he maneuvers the vehicle, driving away without a second glance. Ever since that night, people have been asking the same questions, questions that will never receive an answer. Why did he live? Where is his sister? Why did she do that?

Sometimes, people ask him outright, the few brave kids that heard the story from their parents to warn them against staying away from him, or the nosy soccer moms that are determined to solve the case. If it’s a child, he will simply tell it to return to his mother, but the few moms that have crossed his way are completely ignored. He will not be a part of their weekly book-club meetings that are more about sharing gossip than actually talking about War & Peace.

His house is located at the end of the main street, next to a curve that has allowed his family a degree of isolation for decades. He doesn't open the garage, as there are already two cars inside, and parks in his driveway, carelessly opening the door next to him so he can get out. Sweat has pooled at the back of his neck, sliding down his back and he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face.

It's a hard day, with many errands needed at the center of town, and Aegon is tired. Exhausted, really. He wants nothing more than to get home, run a cold shower and get in his bed. But things always must stop him. His life can never be too easy, because as soon as he opens his front door, keys still jingling after unlocking the second lock, he hears a heavy piece of paper fall to the ground.

“Fuck,” he sighs. Aegon lets his bags at the entrance, bending down to pick up the old newspaper shoved under his door. He doesn’t need to even read it to know what it is about, even though he does so anyway, his eyes moving almost automatically across the yellowed out paper.

FAMILY KILLED IN VICIOUS ATTACK; ONE SURVIVOR

Last night, a bloody and brutal attack was carried out against the Targaryen family, pillars of the community at St Alysanne. Patriarch Rhaegar (43), his wife Elia Martell (45) and the couple’s eldest daughter Rhaenys (21) were pronounced dead at the scene by a mixture of blunt force trauma and multiple stabbings to their chest and face. The family’s second child and only son, Aegon (18), was the one to call the police and was unharmed. Police currently believe the attack was carried out by Rhaegar Targaryen’s second daughter -- who is not Elia Martell's biological daughter. Visenya (16) is still at large and her motives for the killing are as of yet unknown. Visenya was tested in her early childhood for mental disabilities, but no definite diagnosis has been released to the public.

Below is the last known picture of Visenya Targaryen, who has dark brown hair, freckles and gray eyes. She is considered dangerous and citizens are recommended to call the police and not engage with her if sighted. Visenya will be charged with three counts of first degree murder and may face the death penalty if found guilty.

Her older brother, Aegon, is the only witness to her crimes, but sources say he refuses to collaborate with the police. The family’s lawyer has refused access to the youth, or the possibility of an interview. With his father’s death, Aegon stands to inherit a net worth of 500 million. Police have not yet responded to questions if Aegon will be charged as an accomplice to his sister.

He doesn't continue reading. There is no need. For many months after that day, the people asked the same questions and the newspaper continued to flame their suspicion over him, even after the long drawn-out police's investigation found him to not be at fault. Aegon had to answer the same questions so many times that he can remember it easily, like the lines of an actor. I don't know where my sister is. I don't know why she did it. I had nothing to do with it.

Aegon drags his groceries back in, quietly placing everything in its proper place. He sets aside five cans of soup, food that can be easily prepared over a hot plate, and an apple. The doorbell rings when he is about to start washing the down dishes, fingers already closed around the dish soap. Fuck, he thinks, what do those damn kids want now?

But, when he opens his front door already incensed, Aegon doesn't see any annoying street kid. Instead, he sees the city's sheriff, a pot-bellied balding middle-aged man, standing in his doorway, hands posted at his waist. Aegon sighs, maintaining the door halfway closed, as he hides the rest of his entrance with his body.

"Sheriff Manderly," he greets, trying to keep his face neutral.

"Aegon," he says, nodding at him, "You must know why I'm here."

Aegon raises his eyebrow. "Someone found my sister?" he offers and the sheriff shakes his hand with a chuckle.

"Not yet, I'm afraid, son," he says. Sheriff Manderly steps closer, stretching upward as if trying to see better. "We received some calls that your neighbors have heard a woman screaming inside." He smiles. "I wanted to be the one to come and check everything out."

"I don't know what I can tell you, sheriff," said Aegon, a white knuckle grip on his door frame. "I live alone." He shakes his head. "Another ghost story, most likely. Did I ever tell you about the Blackwood boys trying to sneak inside to spend the night last week? Could've called it in, but I didn't."

"Teenagers," Sheriff Manderly says, as if the matter is entirely simple. "Do you mind if I come inside, just to make sure everything is ok?"

Aegon frowns. "Why do you need to make sure everything is ok if I just told you that I live alone?" he asks. "No woman was screaming here, I swear to you."

Sheriff Manderly smirks, raising his brow. "Come on, Aegon," he says. "It will be quick, just to quiet down anyone that says you're harboring your sister."

"Who says that?" Aegon asks. He shakes his head. "I was sure your department's latest theory was that Visenya escaped to the woods and died of exposure the night of the murders. That was a very cold night, everyone said. The coldest in a hundred years."

"Aegon," Sheriff Manderly says again, "Come on. Don't make this difficult. Just let me check inside and I'll be on my way."

"Do you have a warrant?" he asks. Sheriff Manderly freezes in his place, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Mr Whent told me not to let any cop inside without a warrant."

"Aegon, come on," says Sheriff Manderly, almost angry and Aegon begins to close his door, shaking his head.

"Thank you for coming, sheriff," he murmurs, waving almost patronizingly. "When you reach Judge Flowers' office, let me know."

He finishes closing the door, twisting the first two locks as he steps back. Aegon waits for a long moment before stepping forward again, pressing his gaze to the magic eye. He observes as Sheriff Manderly hangs in his porch, awkwardly looking around as if trying to find any reason to enter without a warrant. But Aegon has pulled the curtains all the way down after having the windows switched, choosing a new glass that would make looking in even more difficult.

It takes around five minutes for Sheriff Manderly to leave, five minutes in which Aegon stays by his door, staring at him through the magic eye. He doesn't like Sheriff Manderly, the man in charge who asked too many questions, but he is a necessary evil. Another sheriff might be less lazy, less inclined to stuff donuts down his throat. Less stupid, with more theories on what could have happened.

But with Sheriff Manderly out of his field of vision, Aegon returns to his tasks. Washing the dishes, setting aside the food for dinner. Taking a cold shower to wash off his sweat and shaving his beard afterwards. He changes into a form-fitting gray t-shirt and dark jeans, brushing his hair back. When he looks into the mirror, Aegon feels like a different person. More at ease in his own home, more confident. He stares straight ahead without fear.

His family's house is three stories high, but Aegon doesn't go to his old rooms on the third floor. Instead, a bag full of groceries in one hand and a bouquet of blue roses on the other, he goes down to the basement. The door that leads down is at the end of a corridor, painted the same color as the wall surrounding it so as to hide it. His father had many things to keep away from the public’s eye in his lifetime.

The basement is dark, but well-cleaned, maintained by a large system of air-conditioning that also feeds the rest of the house. Aegon turns on the first set of lights, crossing through the large storage room that keeps holiday decorations, old family photos and so much more safe. At the end of the basement, he placed a large and tall set of metal shelves that holds his mother’s old book collection, and it’s a daily occurrence for him to drag it away, revealing the second door hidden behind. This one too is painted like the wall surrounding it, installed so long ago under his grandfather’s orders that no one even remembers it is there.

It’s locked and he needs to fish the keys out from his back pocket, awkwardly moving so as to not drop anything. Although he did his best to insulate the surrounding area, he can still hear some movement inside, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the door is open, she pounces on him, long-fingered skinny hands closing around his neck as if about to strangle him. Aegon closes his eyes almost automatically, unbrushed dark brown hair sliding across his face. She tries to climb over him, though the chains wrapped around her ankle prevent her from doing so, movements unhinged and frenzy. He feels her blunt nails, filled down to a safe size, scratching against his neck, her animalistic grunts as she opens her mouth, about to bite his cheek.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says gently, but firm. “I have food on me. You gotta be careful.” Visenya, arms wrapped around his shoulders, leans back to look at him with a suspicious gaze. Her gray eyes have lost some of their hue in the last five years, after so many months away from sunlight, but her face remains just as pale as he remembers, with blood-red lips. “Step back.”

She steps away, long hair hiding most of her face and he takes a good look at her. His sister is twenty-one now, the top of her head reaching his armpits with bloodshot eyes that fly around the room madly. Visenya is wearing a blue gown that reaches her bony knees, skinny arms wrapped around her waist. Aegon sighs, shaking his head as he sets the groceries down on her sole table, pulling out his keys so as to close and lock the door behind him. When he is done, he turns back to her, stretching forward his arm and handing her the large bouquet of fresh blue roses.

Visenya takes it with a suspicious expression. “For you,” he says, making the sign for roses. When they were younger, their father brought Visenya to a hundred different specialists, wanting to understand why she never spoke, and though they all said there was no clear reason, they recommended teaching her sign language to help her communicate. Even though, as far as they knew, Visenya could hear perfectly. “Are you hungry?” He gestures to the food.

She makes a C with her hand, moving it down her neck and to her chest. Hungry. He nods, sighing and toes off his shoes, sitting down at the bed to remove his socks. Her room is as wide and spacious as she could want, the chains allowing her enough freedom to move around within its limits. The walls are painted a soft blue, artificial lamps allowing her sufficient lighting to go about her day. There is a hot plate, a small fridge, and a makeshift kitchen. A toilet, a bed, a wardrobe with her favorite clothes and a tv to entertain her. Air-conditioning, plumbing. His grandfather had intended for it to work as a bomb shelter, but after his death, nobody used it. Until that night.

Visenya examines the grocery bag, setting the flowers aside without a care. She moves slowly, awkwardly, like a marionette. Her hair reaches the low of her back, in desperate need of a cut, and she is too distant to care about tying it away. Aegon leans back on his hands to watch her better, observing her picking up a red can with a suspicious movement. She brings it close to her nose, taking a sniff.

“Soup,” he says and she turns to him with a snarl, angry at having her concentration interrupted. “Chicken noodle soup. Your favorite.” She frowns at him, looking back at the can in her hands. “Do you want it?” Visenya turns away, setting the soup aside so as to continue fiddling with the groceries. Aegon smiles and unbuckles his belt, still sitting in the lonely bed with washed-out pink sheets.

He sees the moment she finds something interesting, the slight tension in her back, her feet bouncing against the floor as she skips. Aegon leans forward to try and see better, observing the red apple clutched in her greedy hands.

"That one is to share," he tells her. Visenya turns to him with a scowl. "Sharing." He signs the word back to her and she turns around, holding the apple like a lifeline. "Seny," he starts, looking at her offended back, "Don't be greedy. You need to share. I like apples too."

Crunch. She turns around suddenly, the apple in her hand as her wild hair hits him in the face. Aegon barely has time to react before she is pressing her lips against his, opening her mouth and moving her tongue so as to slide the small piece of apple between his teeth. He smiles, the taste flooding his mouth as he leans back, chewing slowly.

"Thank you," he says. With a huff, she bites into the apple for herself and he settles his hands at her hips, pulling her close. She accepts to be coaxed into his lap, placing one leg on each side of his thighs so she may straddle him, the hand not currently holding an apple placed over his shoulder for support. "Is it good?" She nods. "I want another piece."

Visenya gives him more with another kiss and his hands slide up and down her back, feeling the gentle curves of her body. She has always been skinny, soft to the touch and the feeling has not changed in many years. He hopes it never will. When she leans back, she takes another bite, chewing with a small smile. They finish the apple slowly, taking turns and kissing, his hands becoming bolder and bolder, though they never slide under her dress.

His sister is still hungry, though, and she eats another apple completely alone. When she is done, Visenya rubs the side of her arm over her mouth, cleaning off her spit. Aegon tugs her by the hand, now laying down in the bed, head to her old pillows. He thinks she looks beautiful under the white light. Ethereal, with her sharp features and wild dark hair.

"Come here," he says. "Lay down with me." She curls against him, hiding her face in the curve of his neck. Her warm breath hits his skin, tickling. Aegon takes her small hand and plays with her fingers. She has some bruises around her knuckles from trying to punch through the walls, and her wrist bones seem ready to poke out of her skin. But he still brings the hand to his mouth for a tender kiss. "Sheriff Manderly came by today."

She raises her head to look at him. Her face seems scared, eyes wide. Aegon remembers a therapist when they were ten, or eight, who said that Visenya could understand the world around her. She could grow up, go to school, but she might have a difficulty relating to it. The type of kid who would dissect a squirrel from the woods in an attempt to understand it.

"He said some people heard you screaming," he continued. Aegon arches an eyebrow. "Have you been screaming, Seny?" She shakes her head and he twists his lips, leaning forward with a hand to cup her throat. Her eyes close, a wrinkle growing between her brows and he knows, even without her signing anything, that her throat is sore. Her vocal chords are used up. "Why were you screaming?"

She opens her eyes. Looks at the door, closed and locked. When she moves to sit up next to him, the chains at her ankle jangle, like a thousand out of tune bells. When she looks at him again, Visenya makes a cup with her left hand and places the fingers of her right hand inside it, removing it sharply. Out.

"You can't go out," he says, just as she starts signing frantically. Sun, woods, air. "You can't. Not after what you did." She stops to look at him, her mouth scrunched up in anger. "They are still looking for you, Seny. There is no statute of limitation on murder." Aegon wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, wants to make her see things the way he does. Wants her to realize how much danger she is in. "If you go out, the sheriff and his people will get you and send you to jail." He signs the word jail. "It's much worse than here, I swear." He takes her hand, brings it to his heart so she can feel how hard it is thumping. How nervous he is. "I won't be there. You won't see me again. There will be no more kisses, no more tickling. Do you understand me?"

She looks at him, her face still morphed in anger. Aegon sighs, shaking his head.

"Do you remember?" he asks, voice soft. "When mom found us together and said she was going to send you to a sanatorium?" She looks away, eyes shining with unshed tears. "You took the kitchen knife and stopped her. When her screams alerted dad and Rhaenys, you made sure they wouldn't take you away as well." It was scary. That night. When Aegon was half-naked and trying to get his sister off of his mother, stopping her from clutching their dad's head and banging it against the hardwood floor as he bled out. But the blood made everything so slippery, he could hardly work to remove her from them and when she was done, she turned to look at him, trembling. Drenched in blood and scared, as if finally realizing what she had done. And he remembered his grandfather's old bomb shelter, and the money he paid to ensure no one in city hall knew about it. "I promised you I'd protect you. I can't do that if you keep trying to escape."

She looks away from him, biting her inner cheek to keep from crying. Face red, lower lip trembling. He rubs her elbow.

"Hey," he says. "I'm not angry." Visenya looks at him, her eyes flooding with tears. "Come on, Seny. I swear I'm not angry."

A sob leaves her parted mouth, half pain and half sadness, like the moan of a dying animal. She jumps on him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her own body shaking with tortured sobs. He rubs her back gently, her face hiding in the curve of his neck as she cries.

"Seny," he whispers. "I will never let anything happen to you." She sits up again, their eyes meeting. Wild gray, with a lifetime of insanity hiding behind its hue, and lilac, heavy with knowledge. Suddenly, their faces meet in a kiss, desperate for each other.

He feels her hands clutching at his neckline, his own hands grasping at her hip. Visenya's tongue enters his mouth, stroking his gently, and she moans against his lips when he sucks the red tip. She tastes like apples, toothpaste and insanity. Her hands slide to his shoulders, fingers twisting around his shirt and she sighs in the kiss. "Aegon…" she whispers, practically breathless.

He climbs over her, settling between her parted legs. Aegon can feel her heat, her damp core against the cuff of his jeans. Visenya can't wear underwear, or pants, or shorts. It would snag on her chains, impossible to take out, so she goes commando. She only wears skirts, and dresses with enough elastic to pull over her head. The house has enough heating to keep her comfortable during winter, and the dresses are a necessity during summer. It’s a nightmare during her period, but Aegon doesn’t have to worry about that now. Not for two more weeks, anyway.

His kisses slid down to her neck, the sharp angle of her chin. Her neck trembles under his touch and he takes her pulsing point between his lips, sucking it gently. Visenya holds her breath, whining below him, her hips rising up to try and provoke him. She is squeezing his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist and he raises his own body, meeting her gentle humps with his own.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, looking at her. Visenya’s eyes are wide, her swollen mouth slightly parted. “So fucking hot. I want you so much, Seny.” Together, they remove his shirt and her blue dress, throwing the discarded garments aside. Aegon holds his breath at the sight of her bare body, ribs poking out at her sides. She has always been skinny, with small breasts that can fit perfectly at his palm, but every time he looks at her, he feels a stirring deep in his loins. Desire, lust, love.

She squeezes her legs around him and he can feel his hard cock, straining against his pants. Aegon sighs, pressing his mouth to her again and he feels a sharp cut to his lower lip, her teeth running against his flesh. A warm metallic taste fills his mouth and he leans back, almost shocked. Visenya’s lips are wetter and redder than normal, slipping down her chin.

Aegon brings a hand to his mouth and when it comes back, there is blood in his fingers. He looks at her. “You’re a bad girl,” he murmurs, settling over her again. “If you’re a bad girl, you will get no tickles. Do you understand me?” She nods, tilting her chin up for another kiss. “Say you understand me.”

Visenya closes her fingers into a tight fist, her thumb poking out and rubs it over her bare chest in circles. She pouts, morphing her face into a mournful expression.

“Sorry,” he says and she nods. “You’re apologizing. That’s good.” He kisses her again. Her hands bump into his defined chest, sliding down to grab his fly and he sighs, feeling her fingers inadvertently press against his hard member. As soon as his pants are open, and he is sliding them down his thighs, Visenya slips her hand into his boxers. Her warm and long fingers close around his cock, and he grunts, kicking his jeans away. "You're gonna kill me like this, sis…"

She giggles, licking the blood down her chin. Aegon sits up on his knees, removing his dark boxers.He takes the moment to observe her body, the dip just under her hips that he likes to slide his tongue over. The glistening fluids between her thighs.

“Look at you,” he whispers. “So beautiful.” He closes a hand around the head of his cock, his other sliding between her legs to rub her swollen clit. Visenya shivers, closing her eyes as a smile curls across her lips. He slips one finger into her tight entrance, then another, as his thumb continues running circles over her point. Her mouth parts open, weak little moans passing through her lips and he chuckles, removing his hand from his cock to run a palm up to her breasts.

He can hear the wet slide of her cunt at the rapid movements of his hands, the rising eagerness of her breaths, her thighs tightening around his waist. Aegon squeezes her breast, rolling her pink nipple between his thumb and index finger as he watches her face, a flush creeping up over her chest. Her hand closes around his wrist, both to stop and encourage him and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Come on,” he says. “Take it, Seny. This is yours.” She whines, a crease forming between her brows as her chest rises and falls in quicker and quicker rhythms, her nipples twisted into hard peaks. Aegon leans down to take one in his mouth, suckling like a babe and he feels her fingers grasp at his hair, pulling and twisting as she tries to tug him closer. He continues the rapid movements of his hand, the squelching loud and clear as his fingers slide in and out of her tight entrance. He swirls his tongue around her nipple, supporting his weight over her other breast, squeezing and stroking as he feels her entire body tightening underneath him.

“Aegon!” she calls out, pulling his hair as she cums, her entire body shaking. He feels her walls pulsing around his fingers, milking it as if it were a cock spilling inside her. Aegon continues moving his fingers, not giving up as he raises his head, looking at her expression. His palm opens and closes around her left tit, her chest rising and falling still, a wrinkle forming between her brows.

“Come on, baby,” he says. “Give me another one. Just another one.” She clutches his wrist, her legs trembling, her face flushed a furious red. "I want you soaking wet for my cock." The lighting allows him to see every inch of her body, the freckles around her nose from a sunny day long forgotten, the dark triangle between her legs.

"Aegon," she whines. "Aegon, hurt." Visenya shakes her head, tears brimming her eyes.

He slows down, taking a deep shuddering breath. "I'm sorry," he says. He takes his hand off her breast and slides his palm down, taking the long-fingered pale hand that twists around his sheets. He laces their fingers together, and brings their enclosed fists up, pressing the back of her hand to his chest. He moves in a clockwise motion. "I'm sorry, Seny."

She nods, pressing her soles to the mattress underneath. Aegon sighs breathlessly when she raises her hips, pressing her crotch against his. He raises a brow. "You want my cock?" he asks and she nods, chewing her lower lip. "Just a minute, baby."

Aegon stretches his arm forward, holding the pillow right above her head for support, as his other hand goes between them. His cock is hard, and warm, velvet-y to the touch as he guides it to her tight entrance. She sighs, closing her eyes and raising her hips to meet his thrust.

The feeling of being inside her is heavenly, like coming home, like everything being right in the world. She is damp, and warm, her velvet folds closing around him in the most delicious way. His eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open as he continues moving his hips forward, sliding down to the hilt. "Fuck…" he mumbles out.

He squeezes the pillow underneath, waiting a long minute to steady himself. Visenya wraps her arms around his neck, the back of her thighs pressed to the front of his, and she stretches forward to press her mouth against his. The kiss is wet, lips swollen and her tongue sliding between his teeth, practically licking his molars.

When she shivers again, restless below, he begins to move, supporting his weight on his knees. She sighs, moaning and grunting as he retracts his hips, fucking her in a steady rhythm. It's easy, far too easy, to bring his body back and forward and then back again, the familiar jingle of her rattling chains wrapped around her ankle filling the room alongside their breathy moans. Visenya squeezes his shoulders, running her blunt nails down his chest as she meets his thrusts, breasts bouncing with their movements.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, hovering over her. "So hot, Seny. I just want to fuck you all day long, love." She smiles, rising on her elbows to press her lips against his again. The kiss is heady, desperate and their tongues tangle together, his hips quickening to an urgent pace. Her breathing is desperate, full of desperate mewls. Hitches, painful sobs as he clutches her thigh with his free hand, squeezing her pert flesh.

He shakes his head, kissing her again, unable to keep away from her. "You're so hot," he mumbles. "So hot, so tasty." He brings his hips back again, thrusting hard against her. Visenya keeps her eyes closed, breathy gasps leaving her parted lips. Aegon feels the familiar tightening low in his stomach, closing his eyes as the warm feeling floods through his veins. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum."

The sensations are too much, heavy and unable to be stopped. Suddenly, while he is in mid-thrust, he feels it; a burst of pleasure, a full-belly groan that starts in his groin, rising up his spine in a warm shiver. He thrusts once, as deep as he can possibly manage, then twice more before spilling, stopping above her. A moan slips past his mouth, a smile curling and he lets out a breath.

He feels Visenya's hand sliding over his face, stroking his hair away from his eyes. Aegon opens his eyes, looking at her flushed fucked-out face and he smiles, chuckling breathlessly. He turns his face to press a kiss to her inner wrist.

"That was good, sister," he murmurs. "Perfect, even." She smiles, beaming up at the praise. It takes him a moment, but he removes himself from her and she holds a breath at the sensation, pressing her legs together. He taps her hip gently after a moment, when he has regained his breath. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

She makes the sign for together, raising her eyebrows in a question. He nods.

“Yes, together,” he says. Aegon taps her hips again. “Come on, shower.” Naked, they move together to the shower at the distant corner of her room, which is lacking a curtain to afford privacy. Aegon washes his sister slowly, lathering first soap, then shampoo on his hands. Visenya presses her hands to her eyes when he washes her hair, taking the brush from one of her shelves to untangle her curls. She might not like it but it has to be done, to keep her hair healthy and beautiful. When they step out of the shower, she slips on a pink nightgown and he opens his own drawer, exclusive to his use while down in the basement for a fresh pair of boxers.

Semi-dressed, Aegon turns to his sister. “Do you have any laundry?” he asks. She looks at him. “Laundry? So I can set it aside for tomorrow.” Visenya points to a pile in the corner and he nods, already moving to place it where he knows he will catch in the morning. “Sit down on the bed. It's time for braiding.” Visenya huffs, upset, but she obeys him, pressing her fingers against her eyes. Aegon takes one of her forgotten ties and slips it over his wrist, fingers around the brush handle again. She doesn’t like to braid her hair, but it needs to be done, to keep her somewhat sane. His mother used to do it herself when she was still alive, because she thought Visenya would be easier to handle without wild hair dragging her down.

Done, he cooks some chicken noodle soup for them, mindful of taking the can opener from and returning to the highest shelf in the kitchen, where Visenya can’t reach. She watches him slowly, playing with her chains. He loves her, he really does, but since that night, he can’t trust her. They eat in silence afterwards, sharing the same can with two spoons, and he watches her. With her hair tied up and her face clean, Visenya looks almost normal. But he knows she isn’t. She has never been, not since her mother walked out of the hospital when she was born, a single note left behind with their father’s phone number. A hundred psychologists couldn’t say why she never talked, why pre-schools would say she was not welcome back. Sometimes, even Aegon wonders what is going on inside her head. If their grandfather’s madness has passed on to her.

He remembers that night, when he was over her and she was kissing him. His mom was not supposed to come in. She was supposed to be sleeping, but they must have made a sound. She must have shrieked too loudly, or dropped something during their tumble. For a single mistake, both of their lives were ruined.

She raises her eyes to look at him, bringing a full spoon to her mouth just as her eyebrows arch up in a question. "Aegon?" she asks.

He shakes his. "Nothing," he says. "I'm merely thinking how beautiful you are." Her cheeks flush and she looks away, bashful.

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