#//He's being SO hypocritical about this. His attitude changed as soon as he *GUESSED* that it was Kieran who let her in

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Friendly reminder that we don't know who voted for what in the league club. Let's not go accusing and beating up people over it alright???

Everyone is already having a shitty day. Don't make it worse!!

[ecargmura]

A Sign of Affection Episode 4 Review - THEY WENT TO COSTCO

GUESS WHO WENT TO COSTCO BEFORE WRITING THIS REVIEW? ME! I can’t believe I’d see a Costco of all stores in an anime. I know that Costco is pretty popular in Asian countries, but I never saw it in a fictional story. This is the first time I’ve seen a Costco in an anime and they animated it so beautifully! The way the characters have fun shopping is precisely my reaction whenever I go to Costco with my mom. What was that? Talk about Oushi? Who cares about him? It’s all about Costco (This blog post is NOT sponsored by Costco. I don’t even get sponsored by anybody).

While the episode is still a stepping stone of progression between Yuki and Itsuomi, it’s also one where the characters interact with other characters. Itsuomi and Kyouya’s dynamic is shown here. They clearly do feel like brothers, despite being cousins, with Itsuomi crashing at his place and then stealing food from his fridge. Sounds like what typical adult siblings do when they come over to their sibling’s house. I also like that Kyouya has more screen time here as we get to see what sort of character he is. While he is a handsome cafe owner, he’s also someone who cares and is concerned for others. While he cares about Itsuomi, he knows what he’s like, which is why he is concerned for Yuki because he doesn’t want her to experience the same sort of situation that other girls who confessed to Itsuomi had. His interaction with Rin was cute, but it does feel like it’s gonna be a slower slow burn compared to Yuki and Itsuomi. Also, Kyouya and Rin’s faces whenever they saw Yuki and Itsuomi’s skinship was hilarious.

The part with Emma in the beginning fooled me so bad. I thought she was going to do something that will cause conflict, but Itsuomi legit just left him at his house as he crashed his cousin’s place. This caused Emma to get upset. The next day, Emma calls Shin and they have steak and wine together as the former grumble about Itsuomi not accepting her feelings. Emma seems to be a popular girl, but it’s obvious she’s not going to go out with Itsuomi. I do wonder if Emma and Shin will get together…

Oh boy, Oushi… Oushi (autocorrect, stop changing his name to sushi) sort of shows off why he’s not going to get together with Yuki. He’s nosy and a bit intrusive, which is what Yuki doesn’t like. He likes her, but she doesn’t feel the same way as she’s fed up with his attitude and behavior towards her over the years she has known him. I do think Oushi is a bit hypocritical with the way he told Itsuomi to not hug behind her since she’d get scared; sir, you threw TWO tissues at Yuki last episodes. You also did karate chops on her head and played with her hair when she didn’t want you to. Sir, you have NO rights to be talking like that.

Like always, the Yuki and Itsuomi moments are adorable. There is foreshadowing that something bad could happen with the two as Kyouya worries about them. I’m a bit worried because of this, especially with what’s going on next episode via preview. I don’t think Itsuomi is manipulative or a jerk, but I do wonder what sort of conflict would happen between the two. I just hope it’s not messy.

Do you think there’s going to be conflict approaching their way soon? Do you think Rin and Kyouya are going to get together? Do you think Oushi’s a jerk? What are your thoughts on this episode?

[bcdwhcre]

Could you Maybe write a headcanon about Levi and erwin taking in the reader after her parents died where she is living with all the scouts/cadet corps and just Like them being her two fake overprotective dads? (You Can add a Lil erenxreader if u want)

If you dont wanna write this thats totally fine, ily <3

“Father Figure,” Erwin x Levi Headcanon

I actually really like this ideaaaa, I can imagine Levi and Erwin being over protective dads.

Summary: headcanon of Erwin and Levi as overprotective dads after they take baby you in after your parents die.

Warnings: noneee, just fluffy dads

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Levi:

When Levi found you in the streets, skinny, on the brink of death and crying after witnessing your parents die from starvation, it had gave him horrible flashbacks from when he was in that same position.

He didn’t hesitate to take you in and raise you as his own, you even got comfortable enough to call him dad but they were times when you would switch between dad and Levi which he didn’t mind.

Once you became of age, you had tried to convince Levi to let you join the scouts but he continuously said no which made you bicker with him.

You definitely got your stubbornness from him 100%. The small arguments between you two were entertaining like two children fighting over the last slice of pizza until he would get irritated and made you clean.

When the new set of cadets came in, it wasn’t long that you became close friends with Eren, Armin and the rest of them since you were around their age but Levi had always tried his best to keep you separated from the cadets, it only made your dream to become a scout increase.

“When are you going to let me join the scouts, dad?” You brought the topic up once again, he was sure this was the millionth time this month you had brought it up but he was obviously being dramatic

“I’m not letting you join, Y/N. That will always be my final answer.” The annoyance in his tone was obvious and he had stared over at you, making you let out a groan.

“Why are you so afraid of me joining? I learned from the best and you’re keeping me trapped in here like a dog!” You certainly pushed his buttons even to the point where he would ask himself why he picked you up and took you in but of course he never regretted that decision, he loved you like his own.

“I’m not letting you go out there and risk your life under my watch, Y/N.”

“As if you don’t leave me here to risk your life and leave me wondering if I’ll become an orphan again.”

Levi grew quiet, he knew you were right but he never really went deep into thought about it and he couldn’t help but feel guilty once he saw it from your point of view.

“I doubt I’ll be dying anytime soon, too good at my job.” He said with a snarky attitude, his eyes moving back down to the papers in front of him.

“Doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t be hypocrite. I want to join the scouts.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no.” Levi shot you a hard glare, making you close your mouth and breathe in through your nose.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, get out of here and go do your chores.” He simply said, using his hand to gesture you off and that had made you upset, mumbling words he couldn’t make out while you stepped towards the office door.

“Hey,” He spoke up again, making you turn around and you had gotten scared that he heard your mumbles and was probably going to add more chores to your list.

“I love you, alright? I’ll think about it.” Levi had a huge soft spot for you, his heart weighed heavily to even think about his own child joining the scouts. He wanted you to be somewhat normal and live a normal life.

“Really? You’re serious?”

“I might be but I can’t promise that I would agree to it, Y/N.” He said in a grumpy tone, a groan leaving his lips when you ran over to hug onto him.

“Thank you, dad.”

You certainly kept Levi on his toes and always gave him headaches to the point where he would miss the times you were young, adorable, didnt argue back, cuddling into him as you slept instead being a pain in the ass teenager but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Erwin:

Erwin had somehow ended up at the scene. After wall Maria had fallen, they went through to try and find any survivors and that’s when his laid upon you. You were in your crib, quiet and completely unharmed.

Both of your parents were nowhere in sight and he had feared that they’ve been eaten by the Titans. He didn’t want to take you in, he had tried to fight the urge to have his emotions connected to his job but once he lifted you up in his arms, your big eyes instantly melted his heart.

After that, you grew up under his roof and under his supervision. It had taken him years for him to be comfortable enough to tell you that he wasn’t your real father and that your real parents had died, you were around 16 when he first sat you down and told you.

But that didn’t change the love you had for your father, you were very close with him and he made sure to be the best he could be, better than his dad at least.

Since you had lived with Erwin, you were always around the scouts and the cadets, you even had a small crush on Jean and once your father found out, he definitely started playing the overbearing dad to the point where he would watch you closely and even told the scouts to not entertain you.

That really didn’t stop you nor Jean from being friends and even flirting here and there but Jean would get scared every time Erwin would give you that deadly look.

After that, he tried to keep you away from the cadets/scouts and gave you more chores and stuff to do like go into town to shop, to do things where it would be far from the cadets and he would even force you to eat in his office with him instead with the others, it had gotten on your nerves but you were smart enough to not talk back and defy him in anyway, Erwin can definitely be harsh with punishments and treat you like a cadet.

But Erwin also was too soft when it came to you, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or make you hate him because you grew up to be a well grounded person, you grew up around the sweetest and smartest guy from the scouts and you learned hell of a lot from him.

“I seen you with Jean today.” Erwin spoke as he ate his food and you tried to avoid the topic, acting as if you were just asking him questions.

“I was just asking him where the cleaning supplies were, he had them last.” You cleared your throat, the little lie he can easily see right through.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I raised you better than that, Y/N.” He raised his eyebrow, giving you another chance to tell the truth.

“Sorry, dad.” You mumbled, picking at the food on your plate to keep yourself distracted from not making eye contact with him.

“Look, I hate to be the bad guy here. I didn’t want you to be so involved with the scouts like this but I guess it was unavoidable when we live here. I just don’t want you to involve emotions when it’s not promised that he’ll make it back alive every mission.” Erwin had to be nice, only for your sake but deep down he wish he could lock you away from all the cadets.

“You’re acting as if I’m about to marry him.” You snort out a laugh, looking up at him and he chuckled.

“Certainly not, that would be over my dead body before I allow that to happen.” He admitted, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m not dating Jean.” You rolled your eyes, he was always dramatic you thought. He always watched over you like a hawk and you never really understood why when you were perfectly safe living inside the base.

But deep down Erwin always feared that he would end up losing you. Even though he always told himself, no emotions or personal feelings when it came to joining the scouts and becoming commander but now his life revolved around you, making sure you were safe, healthy and happy above all but what he also feared the most is that he won’t make it home one day to you and that’s why he’s always so loving and over protective.

That’s why he constantly wants to spend time with his only child, he didn’t want you to feel how he felt when his father disappeared. So when it came to you hanging out Jean a little too much, the father instinct kicked in and he tried to get between, afraid of losing you to not only Titans but to another man.

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I hopeeeeee this turned out good for you🥺🤧 feel free to send in more requests.

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[i-am-extremely-mad]

It shocks me over and over again when I come across blogs that extremely aggressively, absolutely HATE LOK, Korra, korrasami and practically every character and aspect of the show. I have to share this horror with others because these are just a small part of the awful views from that blog (supposedly feminist and lesbian), interestingly, attitudes about LOK and korrasami were mostly positive or at least neutral in 2014-2015, and then abruptly changed sometime in the middle of last year which coincides with LOK finally being on Netflix, I will probably respond to if I am in the mood for a toxic discussion...

Anonymous asked:

“I think it's a bit hypocritical that you hate Korra's personality and not Zuko's.Zuko is arrogant asshole bitch and you like him. I never see you criticizing him like you do with Korra”

“Zuko is an arrogant asshole bitch, but he’s not annoying. Korra is an arrogant asshole bitch and is very annoying. Hope this helps!”

#asks#anti lok#going to absolutely BLOW YOUR MIND to find out that the quality of the media itself determines how much I like a character#as well as the quality of the characters development#also this isn't math there is no transitive property for liking characters#some hit and some don't#get over it#Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

“As soon as I heard “I’m the Avatar; you’ve gotta deal with it!” I knew I would fucking hate that show. I naturally hate people who are like that. If Bryke was still smart they would have thought to make Korra’s personality more like water similar to Aang with air, not “haha fuck you, I’m avatar haha!”

“LOL YEP like 3 seconds into the show you hear that, and understand EXACTLY what the rest of LOK is going to be like. Not only is a jarring contrast to Aang and every other Avatar we’ve seen, it directly contradicts everything we know about the Avatar cycle from ATLA. All the other Avatars have to be TOLD that they are the Avatar, and have to work hard to master their non-native elements. Korra just naturally being able to bend 3 elements when she’s like 5 tells you everything you need to know about how the creators of LOK went about making their show: worldbuilding and logic don’t matter, it’s all about flashy visuals and one-time gags.”

#asks#anti lok#DISGOSTING#'meh meh if korra was a MAN you wouldn't call her arrogant' I absolutely would#korra being a dickhead is not okay just because she's a woman#Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

“Korrasami is shit,a joke, boring af, they don't have romantic chemistry, asami acts like a big sister towards korra. there I said it for you.”

“OOP! Well, I certainly didn’t say it!”

#asks#anti lok#but ur right#ACTUALLY I disagree on one point#asami doesn't act like a sister to korra#they act like work colleagues that only ever hang out during their lunch break#they act like very distant cousins that only talk on facebook#they act like people that share mutual friends but don't know each other that well#okay I'll stop#Anonymous

“Korra: 1/10, I will see myself out the door to be CANCELLED! Not only was her character very unlikeable, but the way fandom reared up to defend this (quite frankly) terrible character under the guise of “wokeness” when it is clear that the creators sprinkled in just enough ~representation~ to get brownie points without actually saying anything meaningful is just EMBARRASSING. Korra defenders are being manipulated by those cishet white men they hate so much, and they do it gladly. Anyway, I find Korra boring, disrespectful, and underdeveloped.”

#asks#ask game#character ask game#anti lok#SORRY YALL LOK'S CHARACTERS ARE BAD#also korra gives off 'mean feminine lesbian who calls gnc women slurs' vibes#korra and asami would bully me and then call me a homophobe#and kuvira gives off such heterosexuelle vibes I simply CANNOT with her#thetpot

“IT’S SO VILE! Korra is barely even an active character in her own show! She’s just a vessel that gets beaten and broken over and over again. She doesn’t actually get to LEARN from any mistakes that she makes, she’s just forced to recover from these external traumas that have literally nothing to do with her.

Ugh, tbh I feel NOTHING for korrasami. Korra and Asami don’t speak about anything except Mako for most of the show, and only really start actually TALKING to each other in the last half of season 4. None of Korra’s friends really spend that much time together throughout the runtime of the show tbh.

But yeah, it’s frustrating that people tout LOK as this amazing show staring a queer WOC, but the people making the show HATED Korra and HATED developing her in a meaningful way.”

Anonymous asked:    

“Korra was like Zuko at the beginning of the show, now she in season 4 is like Aang. Bryke gave kuvira a redemption bc team avatar was missing a Zuko. now she is the new zuko and not Korra.”

Sorry, my brain short circuited. You think Korra???? Is like Aang???? That might be the most offensive thing I have ever received in this askbox.

#asks#anti lok#KORRA IS LIKE AANG#IN WHAT UNIVERSE#HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY BOY LIKE THIS#I WON'T STAND FOR IT#Anonymous

“also lock me in lesbian prison but korrasami is WEAK! they didn’t have a single conversation that wasn’t about mako for 3.5 seasons!!! they had zero moments together to indicate that asami would be the only person that korra would write to!!! yall tricked me, I thought I was getting some gay shit.

#anti lok#I SAID WHAT I SAID#korra had more chemistry in her one scene with opal than she ever did with asami”

Anonymous asked:

What do you think of korrasami?

no thank u, I don’t feel like being called a homophobe by a bunch of straight women today.

#asks#anti lok#a hornet's nest I will not be swinging at on this Monday lmao#I hate everything in lok you do the math#I'm sure I've talked about my issues with korrasami on my blog SOMEWHERE#have fun!#Anonymous

Not me seeing posts giving LOK and Korrasami credit for queerness in animation when Steven Universe, Adventure Time, and She-Ra were doing it unapologetically, openly, right from the very beginning....

#anti lok#TESTING MY GODDAMN PATIENCE#if korrasami was individually influential for you as a queer woman that's FINE#but do NOT give this insane credit to the cishet writing team of LOK!!!#not when these other shows were made by ACTUAL QUEER WOMEN#DISGOSTING

Anonymous asked:

if ur looking for an actual well-written canon wlw pairing in the atla verse, there’s rangshi. fc yee works so hard to fix all of bryke’s garbage, bless his soul. i have no hope for anything avatar studios related, but if fc yee is in the writer’s room, then there may be a very marginal chance that the stuff coming out is at least somewhat worthy of being associated with atla. the worldbuilding that he’s done in rise of kyoshi is insane.

I have heard good things about the Kyoshi novels! Unfortunately, LOK is the drop of shit that has poisoned the entire water supply. All ATLA-related works are going to have to be LOK compliant now, which is so deeply restrictive and contradictory to what I liked about ATLA in the first place. I feel like pre-canon stuff is safer (and again, heard AMAZING things about what FC Yee has done with a pre-ATLA world), but I guess I’m too cynical to get really invested in any more ATLA stuff anymore.

#asks#atla#anti lok#put Nat in charge of Avatar Studios and THEN we'll talk#finally get the thotty aang and amazing worldbuilding THAT WE DESERVE#Anonymous

I know, this was awful to see...

[black-streak]

Little Pistol - Nothing Personal

Chapter 2

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It'll be a minute before Tim is actually introduced here, by the way. Mostly because I'm not 100% certain who exactly I want him to be affiliated with and how he'll operate yet.

Which reminds me, I'm opening that to a vote that I'll post tomorrow. It's open to all, but anyone tagged in this should expect to be tagged onto that as well. I would like your input, please.

LP Taglist

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The next battle came as a stark contrast to the normal. Chat still flirted, still tried to get close, but he kept fighting, kept helping even when she ignored him. Then, the most amazing thing happened. She got hit after getting distracted by one of his comments and instead of yelling at him for it and being pushed off in turn, he turned to the akuma. Without a word from her, he stopped his comments and went after the cursed object with a single minded focus she'd never seen from him before. Within ten minutes with minimal help on her part, he was presenting her with the blackened hair tie of the victim. 

"A token, m'lady," he bowed, but kept his eyes downcast.

"Thank you, Chat," she managed to get out in her surprise, taking the item and working her magic on it and the city alike.

"I'm sorry," he murmured at her side, "I distracted you and got you hurt. That's my fault."

"It is," she agreed, not wanting to lie and say it wasn't, but also fighting back her urge to comfort him, "You'll do better next time," she stated.

"Much better," he promised, peeking up at her in hope of forgiveness. She swallowed back her instinct to grant it.

"Good," she nodded and took off back to school.

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She spent most of the school day comparing his attitude this time to the last akuma attack, startled to realize what a difference a single conversation could make. She did that. She managed to make him change. Sure, she was injured, but only the once and he even said he was sorry! Took responsibility for his mistakes. That was unprecedented. She couldn't help but wonder how much pushing it would take to stop him completely. To incite obedience. Not that she planned to push it to that level, but it was a curious thing.

As she pondered on the logistics of such an act, just for the fun of it, she stepped out of the classroom, intending to head out for the day, she noticed Chloe shooing Sabrina off. Probably to act on some offhanded whim of the blonde. Marinette can't help the niggling thought of how she could change that as well. What words would it take to set Sabrina free? What made Chloe tick? 

As she passed Alya, the reporter talking to Nino, or rather, at Nino, she thought of how to switch the roles. How to encourage Nino to express himself more openly. To be comfortable in his own skin enough to confidently express it. 

Her grin grew as she planned out exactly how each encounter went down, coming up with on the spot ideas and improvising at a drop of a hat for whatever response they might have. It reminded her of the thrill of figuring out a particularly difficult lucky charm. Plus, it was perfectly harmless to consider right? As long as she didn't act on it. And even if she did, it would benefit them all, so really, it didn't hurt to consider.

And if the outcomes were as good as Chat's were, even better. If she went through with it, that is.

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A week came and went and as did another attack.

Chat waited until the akuma was caught and purified to flirt, ensuring she never became distracted by him or anything else for that matter. He called out any incoming projectile, caught her attention anytime anything happened that she might've missed. Took another hit for her. That frustrated her, but the rest was a needed reprieve from the stress of akuma's past. And then he started flirting.

"Chat, what are you doing?"

"Well surely, I've proven my dedication to you, m'lady. I figure we might celebrate?"

"You've proven nothing of the sort," she stated, head tilted in confusion.

"I did to! I made sure you weren't harmed, I took the attack seriously, I even apologized and caught the akuma for you last time!"

"That isn't proof of love, Chat. That's basic human decency. I would do that for any hero or civilian for that matter. If that's a show of devotion to you, I'd hate to see how you treat people you're indifferent to," Ladybug countered, lips pursed and eyebrows pinching in.

"I'm perfectly nice to people I don't know," he defended himself quickly.

"Oh," her expression swiftly morphed, eyes widening into a look of taken aback surprise, "So you treat strangers well, but those you care about are lucky to hear an apology from you? Thank kwami I'm a ladybug then, I guess."

"That's not what I meant, of course I apologize when I'm in the wrong," he backtracked.

"So you think last time was the only time you messed up with me," she clarified.

"Well no…" Chat hedged, looking down again.

"You've barely proven that you don't hold malicious intent towards me. Don't push your luck, kitty. Black cats don't have any," she stated, taking off to leave him alone with his thoughts once more.

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Arriving home, she dropped the transformation, collapsing on her chaise and shaking her head, "I can't believe I said that. Oh my gosh, I actually said that," she stared off into the distance.

"Neither can I. That was very harsh of you, Marinette, I'm disappointed in you," Tikki spoke up from her knee where she sat glaring with a pout on her face.

However, instead of immediately groveling as she normally did, Marinette's eyes sharpened as they snapped to the creature, sick of the treatment she'd received from the goddess since she first implemented this new tactic, "Was anything I said a lie?"

"No, but you could've said it in a nicer way," she insisted.

"When has carefully and nicely ever worked with him in the past?"

Tikki opened her mouth, but Marinette swiftly cut her off, "Never. It always ends with you chastising me and me apologizing for something that wasn't my fault. Nothing ever changed. But this, being direct with him, it works. He's changing, finally," she felt relief in letting this out, especially in the face of someone so hypocritical in her expectations on her compared to that of her so-called partner.

"Marinette, you can't just change people into who you want them to be!"

"I'm not changing him. I'm telling him what I see and how I feel and he is reacting to that information how he sees fit," she corrected, eager now at the prospect once more.

Tikki frowned, considering this point, "That's technically true… I still don't like it though."

"It's okay Tikki, you'll see soon enough," she reassured.

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As day shifted to night, she pulled out her tablet, checking for any news on her new favorite hero.

Nothing to discover today, though she did start making a few sketches of his suit, looking at possible redesigns. Adjustments or details that could be made to improve the overall look or functionality. Granted, it looked very functional already. 

She was startled to discover that even she wouldn't change much in that aspect. It became blatantly clear that he designed the suit to accommodate him perfectly, playing up his strengths and drawing away from any potential weaknesses. It only further her admiration and assured her of her choices. 

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The next attack came sooner than expected, Hawkmoth apparently deciding he had more free time than them. As though that hadn't been obvious from the beginning. Surely, they knew that from the start and didn't need this reminder. Didn't the man have a job or something? Could he get back to it, please?

Speaking of, Chat was doing a remarkable job of trying to follow a purified white butterfly off into the horizon, wanting to please her by taking the hunt for the villain to heart. As though she hadn't tried that already. 

You'd think he hadn't listened to a word she'd said before the way he retraced her own work over again. Rolling her eyes, she let him humor himself, waiting until he came back, tail tucked and ears flattened, to admit his failure.

Sitting down, she relaxed into her spot. This was going to take a while.

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It was three am and she had pulled up the newest article on her Robin. She still hadn't found his official name, but she thrilled to see new pictures of him, though still shadowed and from such terrible angles. Apparently he had more recently been seen working alongside another. Something he hadn't done before as far as the city of Gotham knew, still so ignorant to him being their very own wonderful Robin. She couldn't really be bothered to look further into who he was seen working with, but something in the back of her mind twinged as her heart stuttered to know he was willing to fight alongside another.

Closing up the window and shutting down her tablet, she fell asleep with a smile.

[bonjour-rainycity]

The Long Way Around ~ Chapter 6

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/623283543296049154/the-long-way-around-chapter-5

Pairing: Jasper x Reader

Word count: 1954

Warnings: None

Jasper’s POV

I sigh, trying to concentrate on the papers before me. Once Y/n came into our lives, I had decided to halt my studies at school. She arrived during the summer so it wasn’t like anyone would notice my sudden, and perhaps suspicious, disappearance from class, but my family agreed that we could really only afford for one or two of us to deviate from our cover story. So once classes resumed in the fall, all but I continued attendance at the local university. Once she found out, Y/n had lamented at my loss of education and insisted I continue studying at least something of interest. She didn’t seem to understand how little a year or two out of school would affect me, given how many times I’ve gone through both high school and varying post-graduate degrees. But still, the gesture was kind so I agreed and have sent spent a few hours every day since that conversation brushing up on my world history. Right now I’m camped in the basement where we keep our extensive library (excluding the volumes found in Carlisle’s office and our individual rooms) digging through first-hand accounts of Otto von Bismarck’s rise to influence. It’s interesting enough, but still, my attention is elsewhere. At least half of my focus is upstairs, carefully monitoring Y/n’s moods. She’s become much more even as time passes, but still, not keeping tabs on her makes me nervous. Newborns are so unpredictable and so reliant on their emotions that at any moment, she could react badly and cause herself or someone else harm. It’s not that I don’t trust her, it’s just that I know how this goes. And I would hate myself if anything happened to my family or Y/n, especially if I could have done something to prevent it.

She’s been struggling recently with missing her family and friends, and that’s always difficult. For most of us, we had been immediately taken away from our loved ones plus had been changed during a time when news recordings and social media didn’t exist. Y/n does not have that luxury. At least once a week, she’ll find some news source with reports from her parents or come across a social media page of one of her friends. It breaks her heart. Secretly, I had gone to Carlisle and discussed the benefits of moving. It only adds to Y/n’s pain being only a handful of miles from the people she loves, and perhaps moving away would aid in her healing. But Carlisle shot the idea down, citing our advantageous location and the dangers of moving cross-country with a volatile newborn. So, instead, I sought to distract her. One of the reasons she felt bad about stopping my schooling is because her own had been paused suddenly due to her untimely death. So, I loaned her a few of my old textbooks, which she has been studying relentlessly. Carlisle also offered his services, and it’s not uncommon to find Y/n perched in one of the chairs in his office grilling him about everything under the medical sun. All in all, she’s adjusting well. Still, I worry. At the drop of a dime, her control could slip or her emotions could get the best of her. That’s why, when I feel her switch from a relaxed, curious state to one of annoyance, I take notice, and listen.

“You really need to let your human life go, Y/n. At this point, you’re only dragging out your own pain. There’s nothing you can do about it anyway. That life is as lost to you as your soul.”

Now I feel annoyance at my brother’s predictable morose attitude. Even to this day, Edward grapples with losing humanity and, according to him, his soul, and often pushes those feelings onto others. As far as I can tell, Y/n doesn’t believe vampirism has damned her, and I would like to keep Edward from putting those thoughts in her head. They simply aren’t true.

Y/n responds with a biting tone. “They’re my loved ones, Edward, not yours. Please don’t tell me how to deal with losing them. If you don’t like my thoughts, stay out of my head.”

Rosalie chimes in, always interested in fighting with Edward. “Really, Edward, back off. You’re the one who helped Bella keep her precious humans in our life and risked our exposure, so you’ve no room to talk here.” It was the wrong thing to say. Y/n’s anger flares.

“Hypocrite! That is such a double standard!”

I feel Edward’s anger increase too, and I know they’re filling a keg with powder and readying their matches. I hurry upstairs.

“It’s different. Bella was going through a lot and-”

“And I’m not?” Y/n’s incredulity is plain.

Rosalie scoffs.“What precious Bella wants, she gets. The rest of us are expected to live by a different set of rules.”

“Okay guys, let’s take this down a notch.” Emmett intervenes as I get to the top of the stairs.

“I agree.”

Y/n’s eyes flicker to mine, and I register her guilt. Why?

Whatever’s in her mind causes Edward to scoff. “You’re not bothering him with your emotions, he lives for this stuff. It makes him feel like he has some kind of purpose.”

“You are so pessimistic,” Y/n groans, putting her head in her hands. “Whatever. I am not doing this anymore. I’m going for a walk. Jasper?”

Immediately, I’m at her side, not even needing to think about joining her. It’s just natural, at this point, to be with her.

She smiles tightly as we walk out the back door, and I can tell she’s trying to calm herself down. “Sorry I interrupted your studying.”

I shrug, honestly not bothered at all. “Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to get outside….The leaves are just starting to change.”

Now, her smile becomes much more natural. “Aren’t they gorgeous? It’s even better now that I can see them with these new eyes. And I can hear the crunch when I step on them and the smell of fall is just,” she sighs, a dreamy look in her eye. But then I feel the sadness creep back in.

I’m hesitant to ask, not wanting to upset her further. “Are you alright?”

She bites the inside of her cheek and looks away. When she finally speaks again, her voice is unsteady. “I just really, really miss my family. It’s hard to leave them and come to terms with…what I am. And of course I’m so grateful that I have all of you,—well,” she chuckles darkly, “today I could do without Edward but that’s beside the point.” She trails off, lost in her thoughts.

I look into the horizon, enjoying the light of the setting sun but regretting the added sadness she’s suffered on behalf of my brother. “I’m sorry he upset you. I can talk to him tomorrow-”

“Oh, that’s alright,” she waves a hand, smiling softly. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with your siblings? Argue?”

I chuckle, nodding. We certainly do argue.

She turns to face me then, stopping her walking. “Thank you though.”

The sunlight filters through the trees, hitting our skin and illuminating us. She gasps softly, and I sense her wonderment. She’s seen what the sun does to our skin many times, but it never ceases to amaze her. It’s really sweet. Slowly, she reaches up and lightly trails her fingers over the side of my face where the sun hits. I freeze, not wanting to make any movement that would cause her to stop. I enjoy her touch much more than I would like to admit. It feels so nice to be handled so softly, compared to the harshness I’d become accustomed to in my past. I close my eyes.

“Beautiful,” she breathes, letting her hand fall.

I smile, enjoying this moment. “It is one of the more mesmerizing attributes of this life.”

Now, I feel her playfulness. “You know what else is great? The speed.”

My mood soon matches hers. “Wanna race?”

She frowns, turning in the direction of the house. “Oh, no I think we should-”

And then she’s off, laughing wildly. I shake my head, realizing I’ve just been tricked and, with a laugh of my own, take off at a sprint after her.

{***}

“Jasper,” she starts, sitting down on the rock next to me. “Where are all the other vampires?”

“All over, really, though most tend to avoid especially sunny cities.” I shake water from the river off my hands. A few seconds prior, I’d reached in to grab some pebbles to skip. “We’re the largest coven in the area. Anyone else around here is likely a loner or part of a nomad coven.”

She pauses, thinking. “Doesn’t anyone ever come to visit?”

“Very rarely, and Alice can sometimes give us some warning, though not always. But the nomads that visit usually leave very quickly. We don’t allow them to hunt in this area, as it could raise suspicion and cause problems for us. That tends to make extended stays unappealing.”

“Well, what about friends?”

I smirk. “Vampires don’t really have friends.”

This confuses her. “Then what are you and your family? You’re certainly not just acquaintances.”

I smile, thinking of the best way to explain the complicated relationships between vampires. “Let me rephrase: most vampires don’t have friends. Carlisle theorizes that, because we don’t drink human blood, we’re less animalistic, a little less reliant on our instincts. Instincts that, under normal circumstances, would keep us from forming bonds because other vampires generally pose a threat to getting a meal.” She nods, understanding. “Because we are slightly more, human, for a lack of a better word, we do enjoy friendships and closer relationships, like I have with my adopted siblings. Realistically, though, that’s not how it works at all. For normal vampires, the only type of close relationship they experience is between mates. Those relationships last forever though, so I guess it’s enough to satisfy the need for connection.”

Y/n raises her eyebrows, disbelieving. “You’re telling me immortal vampires are monogamous for life?”

I chuckle. “Apparently, once you find the right one it’s just natural. I’ve seen it happen, felt the feelings they feel. It’s intense.”

She considers this, but says nothing further. Until, “have you ever felt that way?”

Subconsciously, I study the scars on my hands. “I thought I did.”

“With Maria,” she guesses. Y/n knows most of my history, so it’s no surprise that she’s able to put the pieces together of my involvement with Maria. Strangely, I find myself wishing that I could say no, that I’ve never been with with anyone like that. Or, at least, that I’d never been involved with Maria like that.

“Have you,” I counter to distract from my sudden regret.

She shakes her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. “My human memories are fading by the day, but I’m pretty sure the answer is no. My twenty years of life were nothing to write home about.”

Now it’s my turn to smile, somewhat ruefully. “You’ve got millennia ahead of you. I’m sure at least something notable will occur.”

She chuckles, shrugging. “Perhaps. For now, I should just focus on making it through the rest of this year.”

“We’ll get you through it,” I answer, confident.

She hugs her knees into her chest, feeling peaceful. “I believe you.” Then, her playfulness returns. “But step one should be feeding me, because I’m starving.”

I chuckle, stand, and offer her a hand. She grabs it, allowing me to pull her up. “Lead the way.”

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Hiding in Plain Sight

TITLE: Hiding in Plain Sight CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Five AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé.

You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.

How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

RATING: General Audience

Raven could feel her heart pounding in her ears as Thor looked at her. He glanced at Loki for a moment who seemed to be studying him, curious as to why he was reacting as he was. “Looks like your soon-to-be wife isn’t the only Light Elf you need to get used to seeing.” Thor scoffed. “Like I was saying, I will deal with my situation when it comes to pass, you deal with yours now as it does.” “Get stuffed.” Loki snarled moving to the side to allow Raven passed him which she did in case Thor would say anything. “And don’t go sniffing around my maid. I don’t know why you seem so interested as you never thought them overly interesting as a race but you can cease such thoughts now.”

“I never even considered such but now that you mention it, she is quite pretty, don’t you think?” 

Loki’s response to his brother was to slam the door with his seidr into his face. He walked through the room and to the bathroom where he had watched Raven go out of the side of his eye after she had entered his rooms. “Branna, I...what in the realms are you doing?”

“Cleaning a wound I obtained when you threw an Aesir war prince onto me.”

“In my defence, I did not know you were there.” Loki winced on seeing the deep cut on her forearm. “I apologise but how is it so deep?” he walked over to one of the cabinets and got out a salve he used on occasion. “It was a smooth floor.” “The floor is gold plated, so yes, that was smooth. The armour plating on the behemoth of an Aesir you threw onto me was not.”

Loki grimaced. “I guess I owe you another apology then?”

“I’ll put it on your tab.” 

Loki paused and looked at her startled, surprised to see a playful smirk on her face that caused him to chuckle. “You have a sense of humour?” “Most elves do. You’d know that if you stopped assuming our demeanours based on some unfounded preconceived notion.”

“Your vernacular exceeds that of most women of court.”

“It is expected on Alfheim that you are able to converse with your employer on a multitude of subjects so you must be well learned and you must be able to hold a decent conversation with them. Allspeak is also required in case they have guests from the other realms, it’s common practise really.” Every word she spoke was the truth by Ljósáfar standard. 

“That’s a wise decision. Intelligent servants are not overly common here, ones you can converse with are even less so.”

“‘Pay peanuts and you get monkeys’ as the saying goes.” She cleaned the wound and applied the salve. “That looks better. Hopefully, if I ever marry, he won’t think me mutilated by it.”

Loki scoffed slightly. “He would want to have peculiar standards as to what is mutilated. But that statement on the monkeys?” “I spoke to a Vanir before who spent time on Midgard, it is a saying there. It translates to ‘if you pay badly, only the least qualified will apply’. Alfheim pays well and expects a lot for the money paid.”

“If it is so great, why come here? You stated to my mother you are homesick. You clearly are not overly pleased with your position, so why come?”

“My father wished for me to experience life elsewhere so I ended up here. My choice was made for me so I am making the best of it. It just so happened that my being in a certain place at a certain time meant I was chosen to cover for Tatiana. I guess the Allmother felt a maid with Ljósláfar training would suit you best in her stead.” Raven suggested. “Either that or she is trying to teach you humility before you break a young princess’s confidence or heart.”

“Her heart?” Loki thought that an odd thing to say. “She does not know me to have her heart broken by me?” “We can break a person’s heart without it being from love, you know?” Raven scoffed but Loki looked at her bewildered by such words. “She could come here thinking that she has the potential not even for the love of her life but of a life with happiness nonetheless. A husband that could converse with her at length about politics or even a man with hobbies similar to her own who she could find contentment with. Were she to come and see nothing short of contempt, then that would be acknowledging she could never even have that much. So many arranged marriages turn to caring but what I experienced here today, perhaps your mother wished to straighten out your behaviour in advance, the only issue being I am the one forced to endure it.”

Loki remained stoically in place for a moment thinking of what she said. “Could she have?” “Could she what?”

“My mother?”

“I cannot tell, she never told me anything only that I was to temporarily replace your other maid. No timeframe, no other information.”

“And the Princess, would she really…?” Raven cocked her head. “Earlier, you stated that she would wish to know if I had someone because she…”

“If you think that you alone have the right to other partners, then that is ridiculous.”

“But if she was to have another’s child as my wife…?”

“Well, good thing you’re not scheduled to become king.” Raven retorted before walking out of the bathing room and into the front area of Loki’s rooms and continued her earlier duties that she had abandoned in her anger. 

“That is unacceptable.” Loki followed after her. 

“So is having a mistress in this era.” Raven challenged. 

“You are very angry about a subject that does not concern you personally.” Loki folded his arms and watched her carefully. 

“I cannot stomach double standards.”

“You’re very opinionated for a woman of your position. I can’t see how many in a position of employment would see it as acceptable.”

“Do you find it acceptable?” “I find silent women unsettling. Your gender is as varied in personality as us men meaning there is no reason a woman should be forced to be silent when we commend men for speaking freely.” Loki stated. “I find my mother to be more intelligent than any man, I would be a hypocrite and a fool to think her the only possible intelligent woman.”

“My father always told me I should be more coy and quiet. That my attitude and sarcasm would get me in trouble.”

“That was solid advice.”

“But I cannot remain silent when I see injustice. I would rather be whipped and caned in a stock for speaking out than live in luxury for remaining silent.”

“That is a bold statement.” Loki could not help but be impressed by her conviction. “But if you believe so greatly in such, why did you not reveal the truth to my mother?”

“I don’t know, if I am honest. I ask myself the same thing.”

“Well, thank you all the same.” 

“It remains to be seen if that is a good idea.” She turned away from him and started to do more chores. In truth, having a moment to look at him and study features, Raven was startled at just how handsome he was. Aesir men tended to be burly and stocky but he was elegant and lithe. She had, of course, seen him on her arrival to the room but being in close proximity to him and studying him, she could not deny that he was incredibly attractive, distractingly so. 

She forced herself to concentrate on the work and not the arrogant yet handsome prince. For the rest of the evening, she did everything she needed to do for him. More than once she found herself confused as to what something in front of her was. It was not always easy but she was able to do what needed doing without looking as though she had no idea of what she was doing. Loki was busy dealing with different matters both in and out of his rooms. With him gone for the evening, Raven took her leave and went back to her rooms as quickly as she could muster through the labyrinth of servants stairs that hid in the walls of the great golden palace. On occasion, she saw another servant or maid who nodded in salute as they went about their own business and even once came across two youths of higher families hiding in an alcove kissing which caused her to smile and shake her head, remembering when she was that age and also her first kiss. It was a far more innocent time in her life when she knew nothing of the complexed world of politics that included arranged political marriages. It was in the corridor of rooms that housed royal servants that she realised that there was a maid donning a red belt standing outside her door. “Hello?” 

The maid turned to look at her with a polite smile on her face at seeing the Light Elf behind her. “Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t want to come back without you.”

“Come back?” Raven looked at the maid in concern. 

“Prince Thor asked that I retrieve you and bring you to his rooms to speak for a few moments,” The maid explained. 

“I…” Raven became worried but also knew that to refuse would arouse suspicion. “Can I just change my shoes, these ones are killing me?”

The maid looked down and grimace. “I hated wearing them. Definitely change. Prince Thor said he didn’t care if I came barefoot so long as I was comfortable when he saw me with them one day and bleeding blisters. He won’t mind.” 

Raven smiled at hearing the Aesir Crowned Prince had a heart. Odin was known to be a stickler for tradition but it was clear, some traditions were not overly comfortable for those having to adhere to them so for Thor to allow his maid to wear what appeared to be Midgardian sports shoes instead told her that he had some heart. “One moment.”

She rushed into the room and groaned. She knew what was to come, or at least, the general aspect of what was to come so she prepared herself. When she changed her shows to light comfortable ones, she walked out to meet the maid again who walked her to Thor’s rooms. Raven was frightened that they would walk through the hallway and be spotted by Loki who she knew would be less than pleased to see her going to Thor’s room but instead, when the maid, who remained silent and nameless throughout opened the door at the top of the stairwell, it led directly to Thor’s living area. Slightly startled, Raven looked around curiously. 

“Your Highness.” The maid bowed as she spoke causing Raven to focus of the burly blonde figure in front of her across the room. “Loki’s maid, as you requested.”

“Thank you, Hannah.” Thor gave a polite smile to his maid. “You can have the rest of the evening to yourself.”

The maid frowned. “But your nightcap?”

“I am forgoing it for this evening, I don’t plan to be here.”

“Of course, your highness. Have a pleasant evening and thank you.” She bowed again before nodding slightly to Raven and walking to the hidden door to the servants quarters again. 

For a moment after the maid left, Thor and Raven stood looking at one another analytically as though expecting the other to begin speaking first. 

“What is afoot here?” Thor asked. “The last time I saw the Light Elf princess was four hundred years ago on Vanaheim, she was not yet grown into many of her features but they were distinctive, you have them all, but in proportion. Her name is Raven, you are apparently Branna, the Dark Elf version of the name. I know many people think I am somewhat dim but I am anything but.” Thor stood as tall as he could. “What is afoot? Why are you, a princess who I know for a fact is not allowed to so much as sew because you had that argument with your mother in front of your brother and myself going around scrubbing my brother’s rooms when you are to marry him in a short time?”

[wolfpawn]

Hiding in Plain Sight, Chapter 5

Story Summary - Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé. You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other. How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

Chapter Summary - Loki tries to set things straight with Raven but then Thor is thrown into the mix.

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Raven could feel her heart pounding in her ears as Thor looked at her. He glanced at Loki for a moment who seemed to be studying him, curious as to why he was reacting as he was. “Looks like your soon-to-be wife isn’t the only Light Elf you need to get used to seeing.” Thor scoffed. “Like I was saying, I will deal with my situation when it comes to pass, you deal with yours now as it does.” “Get stuffed.” Loki snarled moving to the side to allow Raven passed him which she did in case Thor would say anything. “And don’t go sniffing around my maid. I don’t know why you seem so interested as you never thought them overly interesting as a race but you can cease such thoughts now.”

“I never even considered such but now that you mention it, she is quite pretty, don’t you think?” 

Loki’s response to his brother was to slam the door with his seidr into his face. He walked through the room and to the bathroom where he had watched Raven go out of the side of his eye after she had entered his rooms. “Branna, I...what in the realms are you doing?”

“Cleaning a wound I obtained when you threw an Aesir war prince onto me.”

“In my defence, I did not know you were there.” Loki winced on seeing the deep cut on her forearm. “I apologise but how is it so deep?” he walked over to one of the cabinets and got out a salve he used on occasion. “It was a smooth floor.” “The floor is gold plated, so yes, that was smooth. The armour plating on the behemoth of an Aesir you threw onto me was not.”

Loki grimaced. “I guess I owe you another apology then?”

“I’ll put it on your tab.” 

Loki paused and looked at her startled, surprised to see a playful smirk on her face that caused him to chuckle. “You have a sense of humour?” “Most elves do. You’d know that if you stopped assuming our demeanours based on some unfounded preconceived notion.”

“Your vernacular exceeds that of most women of court.”

“It is expected on Alfheim that you are able to converse with your employer on a multitude of subjects so you must be well learned and you must be able to hold a decent conversation with them. Allspeak is also required in case they have guests from the other realms, it’s common practise really.” Every word she spoke was the truth by Ljósáfar standard. 

“That’s a wise decision. Intelligent servants are not overly common here, ones you can converse with are even less so.”

“‘Pay peanuts and you get monkeys’ as the saying goes.” She cleaned the wound and applied the salve. “That looks better. Hopefully, if I ever marry, he won’t think me mutilated by it.”

Loki scoffed slightly. “He would want to have peculiar standards as to what is mutilated. But that statement on the monkeys?” “I spoke to a Vanir before who spent time on Midgard, it is a saying there. It translates to ‘if you pay badly, only the least qualified will apply’. Alfheim pays well and expects a lot for the money paid.”

“If it is so great, why come here? You stated to my mother you are homesick. You clearly are not overly pleased with your position, so why come?”

“My father wished for me to experience life elsewhere so I ended up here. My choice was made for me so I am making the best of it. It just so happened that my being in a certain place at a certain time meant I was chosen to cover for Tatiana. I guess the Allmother felt a maid with Ljósláfar training would suit you best in her stead.” Raven suggested. “Either that or she is trying to teach you humility before you break a young princess’s confidence or heart.”

“Her heart?” Loki thought that an odd thing to say. “She does not know me to have her heart broken by me?” “We can break a person’s heart without it being from love, you know?” Raven scoffed but Loki looked at her bewildered by such words. “She could come here thinking that she has the potential not even for the love of her life but of a life with happiness nonetheless. A husband that could converse with her at length about politics or even a man with hobbies similar to her own who she could find contentment with. Were she to come and see nothing short of contempt, then that would be acknowledging she could never even have that much. So many arranged marriages turn to caring but what I experienced here today, perhaps your mother wished to straighten out your behaviour in advance, the only issue being I am the one forced to endure it.”

Loki remained stoically in place for a moment thinking of what she said. “Could she have?” “Could she what?”

“My mother?”

“I cannot tell, she never told me anything only that I was to temporarily replace your other maid. No timeframe, no other information.”

“And the Princess, would she really…?” Raven cocked her head. “Earlier, you stated that she would wish to know if I had someone because she…”

“If you think that you alone have the right to other partners, then that is ridiculous.”

“But if she was to have another’s child as my wife…?”

“Well, good thing you’re not scheduled to become king.” Raven retorted before walking out of the bathing room and into the front area of Loki’s rooms and continued her earlier duties that she had abandoned in her anger. 

“That is unacceptable.” Loki followed after her. 

“So is having a mistress in this era.” Raven challenged. 

“You are very angry about a subject that does not concern you personally.” Loki folded his arms and watched her carefully. 

“I cannot stomach double standards.”

“You’re very opinionated for a woman of your position. I can’t see how many in a position of employment would see it as acceptable.”

“Do you find it acceptable?” “I find silent women unsettling. Your gender is as varied in personality as us men meaning there is no reason a woman should be forced to be silent when we commend men for speaking freely.” Loki stated. “I find my mother to be more intelligent than any man, I would be a hypocrite and a fool to think her the only possible intelligent woman.”

“My father always told me I should be more coy and quiet. That my attitude and sarcasm would get me in trouble.”

“That was solid advice.”

“But I cannot remain silent when I see injustice. I would rather be whipped and caned in a stock for speaking out than live in luxury for remaining silent.”

“That is a bold statement.” Loki could not help but be impressed by her conviction. “But if you believe so greatly in such, why did you not reveal the truth to my mother?”

“I don’t know, if I am honest. I ask myself the same thing.”

“Well, thank you all the same.” 

“It remains to be seen if that is a good idea.” She turned away from him and started to do more chores. In truth, having a moment to look at him and study features, Raven was startled at just how handsome he was. Aesir men tended to be burly and stocky but he was elegant and lithe. She had, of course, seen him on her arrival to the room but being in close proximity to him and studying him, she could not deny that he was incredibly attractive, distractingly so. 

She forced herself to concentrate on the work and not the arrogant yet handsome prince. For the rest of the evening, she did everything she needed to do for him. More than once she found herself confused as to what something in front of her was. It was not always easy but she was able to do what needed doing without looking as though she had no idea of what she was doing. Loki was busy dealing with different matters both in and out of his rooms. With him gone for the evening, Raven took her leave and went back to her rooms as quickly as she could muster through the labyrinth of servants stairs that hid in the walls of the great golden palace. On occasion, she saw another servant or maid who nodded in salute as they went about their own business and even once came across two youths of higher families hiding in an alcove kissing which caused her to smile and shake her head, remembering when she was that age and also her first kiss. It was a far more innocent time in her life when she knew nothing of the complexed world of politics that included arranged political marriages. It was in the corridor of rooms that housed royal servants that she realised that there was a maid donning a red belt standing outside her door. “Hello?” 

The maid turned to look at her with a polite smile on her face at seeing the Light Elf behind her. “Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t want to come back without you.”

“Come back?” Raven looked at the maid in concern. 

“Prince Thor asked that I retrieve you and bring you to his rooms to speak for a few moments,” The maid explained. 

“I…” Raven became worried but also knew that to refuse would arouse suspicion. “Can I just change my shoes, these ones are killing me?”

The maid looked down and grimace. “I hated wearing them. Definitely change. Prince Thor said he didn’t care if I came barefoot so long as I was comfortable when he saw me with them one day and bleeding blisters. He won’t mind.” 

Raven smiled at hearing the Aesir Crowned Prince had a heart. Odin was known to be a stickler for tradition but it was clear, some traditions were not overly comfortable for those having to adhere to them so for Thor to allow his maid to wear what appeared to be Midgardian sports shoes instead told her that he had some heart. “One moment.”

She rushed into the room and groaned. She knew what was to come, or at least, the general aspect of what was to come so she prepared herself. When she changed her shows to light comfortable ones, she walked out to meet the maid again who walked her to Thor’s rooms. Raven was frightened that they would walk through the hallway and be spotted by Loki who she knew would be less than pleased to see her going to Thor’s room but instead, when the maid, who remained silent and nameless throughout opened the door at the top of the stairwell, it led directly to Thor’s living area. Slightly startled, Raven looked around curiously. 

“Your Highness.” The maid bowed as she spoke causing Raven to focus of the burly blonde figure in front of her across the room. “Loki’s maid, as you requested.”

“Thank you, Hannah.” Thor gave a polite smile to his maid. “You can have the rest of the evening to yourself.”

The maid frowned. “But your nightcap?”

“I am forgoing it for this evening, I don’t plan to be here.”

“Of course, your highness. Have a pleasant evening and thank you.” She bowed again before nodding slightly to Raven and walking to the hidden door to the servants quarters again. 

For a moment after the maid left, Thor and Raven stood looking at one another analytically as though expecting the other to begin speaking first. 

“What is afoot here?” Thor asked. “The last time I saw the Light Elf princess was four hundred years ago on Vanaheim, she was not yet grown into many of her features but they were distinctive, you have them all, but in proportion. Her name is Raven, you are apparently Branna, the Dark Elf version of the name. I know many people think I am somewhat dim but I am anything but.” Thor stood as tall as he could. “What is afoot? Why are you, a princess who I know for a fact is not allowed to so much as sew because you had that argument with your mother in front of your brother and myself going around scrubbing my brother’s rooms when you are to marry him in a short time?”

[vlovers19]

I think they at least want a competing “ship”. Please let me know if you think I am being delulu. I like your blog.

I'm very interested in this ask even though it doesn't really require an answer. You really pointed out some pretty interesting things about vmin.

I like that Taehyung seems to be getting quite bolder when it comes to his relationship with Jimin. He's especially good as showing it on social media. For example when he responded to a comment about he and Jimin with this phrase "95 liners is love"

Or liking Jimin posts online and openly teasing him on social media which was quite different from his past behaviors driving me to the conclusion that their relationship greatly improved since 2019 last year. They have become a bit bolder.

It doesn't quite change the fact that Taehyung's attitude with Jimin is different from how it was in the early days especially in front of the cameras.

Also, Taehyung being pockerfaced mostly always happens during official business when the cameras is directly on them but if you notice, the times you mentioned Taehyung not having a pocker face is during unofficial events like award ceremonies or on stage where he can be free to exercise PDA with Jimin and not raise suspicions since it will be looked at as fan service.

A good example was during Isaac 2017. Isaac is also known as a dating ground for idols where they get to mingle and interact with each other. On that particular day, Vmin basically suffocated people with their PDA and I guess it was because they where in a more freer and less restrained atmosphere where not every camera is directed solely on them.

As for their latest selca, I really think they where on a bed. Why? In the past, vmin where also known for posting bed selcas. They didn't shy away from it or maybe you're right and they are just lying on the floor

But now, the fact that we can't tell if they are on the bed or on the floor shows that they are becoming careful with the things they post when it wasn't so before. Back then, they could even take pics and videos with only their robes on. Really shameless!!! I'm just going to take it as youthful exuberance.

As for Big Hit placing a competing ship, I don't think so. Ships have always been present especially since BTS got popular. So it's nothing new. Basically, I just think it's them showing the relationship and bonds between all the members to remove our attention from vmin because that's what almost everyone's talking about. Right now, the attention is on them especially since the release of friends and Vmin proclaiming that they are soulmates to the public through that song. Also exposing quite some intimate information about themselves with the dumpling incident, 4'O clock. It's not surprising that things are a bit hot these days so it's necessary to reduce the heat first and bring people back to reality.

With that, let me remind everyone that we are enjoying all these goodies now because vmin are a unit. Let's enjoy it as much as we can because soon enough, it's still going to end and we all will return to how things where.

Anyway, thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and opinions with me. You are very interesting and i don't think you are delulu. If i say so, then I'm just being hypocritical since I agree with almost everything you say apart from the fact that they are really dating. And I have a Vmin blog where I post about shipping them both romantically and platonically so there's that. Thanks for loving my blog and loving Vmin!

[travllingbunny]

The 100 rewatch: 2x07 Long into an Abyss

A strong episode that moves the plot along in major ways and has some very tense scenes.

Rating: 8.5/10

It helps a lot that Finn’s storyline doesn’t get featured much, and that Finn is much more likable this time, showing actual guilt for what he’s done. The moment between him and Clarke, where she tries to comfort him: “Lincoln is saveable, and so are you” is actually touching.

This episode has one of the most effective creepy openings: starting out with an incredibly idyllic moment that feels like it’s from some other show, with a young woman enjoying the sunny, beautiful day on the outside, before turning into the horror scene of her dying of radiation burns while desperately begging people on the inside to let her back into Mount Weather. It’s a part of Dr Tsing’s and Cage’s experiment to find out if the blood treatments work – obviously, just for a short while – and they decide to let her die, so she wouldn’t tell about it to Dante, since they’re doing it behind his back. Tsing is firmly established as a completely cold evil scientist, and Cage is also OK with sacrificing their own people if need be, though he was initially uncomfortable with it. 

Cage and Dante later have a not-so-idyllic father/son moment when Cage convinces Dante to go outside courtesy of the treatment and feel for a moment what it’s like, as a part of the plan to convince him to go along with his and Tsing’s plans. Cage says "This is out world, we deserve it". He’s quite a Mountain Man supremacist. It’s that conviction that they’re entitled to the good life more than any other group of people, who aren’t even entitled to not be tortured and/or killed, that’s the main problem of the Mount Weather society. But Dante is angrily refusing to go along, because he’s apparently more moderate or more concerned with morality, or just more hypocritical: "What we've done to Outsiders has corrupted our legacy, I can't go that road any further". So, he is bothered by what they have been doing to Grounders? But he is still doing it anyway? How is that not going that same road? Because he likes the kids and doesn’t look down on them as “savages”? (The Mountain Men never considered assimilating the Grounders into the “gene pool” as they planned with the kids, did they?) Whatever, Dante.

The stakes are definitely raised as what we always could have guessed is confirmed: Cage and Tsing are planning to kill all the kids. We get the exact number of Mountain Men at the moment: 382. Tsing tells Cage they need the bone marrow and they need 8 treatment by a kid, which means that all the 47 kids will have to die. Now, if they had instead decided to not be terrible people for once and not treat other people as cattle, if they had met up with the other Arkers, offered them support and asked them to donate bone marrow, they wouldn't need to kill anyone, because there’s thousands of Arkers out there.

Other developments in Mount Weather include the 47 learning that the Arkers are alive and on the ground, and making plans how to work inside Mount Weather to free themselves – using Monty’s hacking skills and Miller’s thieving skills. Although Jasper has faith in Clarke (it’s so sad that their relationship will deteriorate so much after S2), they are not sure if she’s even alive, so they have to rely on themselves. (This is most info we’ve gotten on Miller so far: he was a thief, and he’s from the Alpha station.)

Meanwhile, poor Harper gets experimented on. Knowing now that she was first meant to die in season 1 of the hemorrhagic fever, it’s so lucky that she got a chance to survive till the end of season 5 and get such a great arc.

But most of the episode is about the tensions in Camp Jaha, where Arkers are debating what to do about the imminent Grounder attack that was threatened at the end of 2x06. Jaha and Abby find themselves on the opposite sides of the argument, which is awkward, since they both think they’re the Chancellor. Jaha advocates that they should leave and go look for the City of Light (oh, no, not a good solution), and justifies this by saying: "This is not our home, it's theirs". Urrrgh. See me roll my eyes. Not that crap, please. Everywhere they go is going to be someone’s “home”, if it’s inhabitable, nowhere is going to be “your home” since you’re refugees/exiles who have spent a century in space, but it’s not like there isn’t enough room for everyone. And hey, Jaha, you’re gonna change your mind completely come season 4! He’s just saying this because he got into his head that it’s his messianic mission to find the COL. Yes, I felt the same the first time when I had no idea what COL would turn out to be.  Abby, on the other hand, is like "I'm not ready to march our people into the desert". Again with the Biblical references.

Jaha’s better argument is that they’re going to die if they don’t leave, what with the Grounders being much more numerous, and if they live, they can fight another day and see what the best solution is then. This is basically the same argument Clarke made in her speech in 1x12, when she convinced the Delinquents to leave and try to search for Luna. But with one big difference: the Delinquents weren’t leaving anyone to die, and this time, leaving would mean giving up on the 47 in Mount Weather – so it’s a definite “no” for Clarke. Unsurprisingly, it’s also a big “no” for David Miller and the other parents of the kids trapped in MW. In one of the most tense moments of the episode, Jaha tries to stage a coup, unsuccessfully, but Miller and Byrne listen to Abby as the Chancellor instead of Jaha, and obey her order to arrest him. (I guess they’ll have to change the name of the camp soon.) Abby declares “I have faith, too, in my daughter". (But the mother/daughter relationship won’t remain that harmonious, with Clarke staging her own successful coup and showing her mom who’s really in charge in 2x11.)

The other big plot thread is Bellamy and Octavia asking Clarke to try to help save Lincoln, which Clarke can’t, but asks Abby to do. Lincoln’s friend, healer Nyko, tries to “save” him by killing him – clearly thinking that mercy kill is the only way to save a Reaper, but there’s a nice payoff to the scene a few episodes ago, when Clarke heard Anya say “Your fight is over” – it allows her to realize what Nyko is doing. But stopping the heart temporarily turns out to be part of the process of healing. And the two plot threads then become one, thanks to Clarke’s quick thinking and willingness to hope and take a huge risk: the possibility of healing Reapers is a big bargaining chip for peace and an alliance against the Mountain Men, which Clarke already tried to make happen by convincing Anya, and now she has to convince Lexa herself.

The first meeting of Clarke and Lexa starts with this exchange: “You’re the one who burned 300 of my warriors” – “You’re the one who sent them to attack our camp”. Thankfully, this is the last time Lexa mentions this, so I guess she must have realized that it’s stupid to complain about people defending themselves when you attack them, and was probably impressed by Clarke’s attitude. Grounder warrior culture respects strength, and Lexa is probably not used to people talking back to her. And this is probably why and how Clarke came to be regarded as the leader of the Arkers for the rest of season 2 – she acted like one, in her determination to save her people, so Lexa perceived her the leader and started treating her that way. Clarke then uses all her skills of persuasion and references Anya to convince Lexa to agree to an alliance against Mount Weather, with the promise of showing her the success of the Reaper treatment through Lincoln – even if she’s not sure that Abby will succeed in bringing him back. The most tense moment of the episode is the standoff that happens when Lexa and Indra come with Clarke to see Lincoln, but he appears dead, and for a moment, everyone is about to kill each other, until Clarke thinks of electro-shocking Lincoln to bring him back.

This is the beginning of the complicated relationship between Clarke and Lexa, and it pretty much sets up the parameters of it from the start: through everything that will happen between them, as allies, enemies or lovers, their dynamic will always be colored by the facts that Lexa has, at all times, the power to give orders to start killing Clarke’s people, while Clarke is determined to do her best to convince Lexa to not kill her people/not let them die.

And it gets additionally awkward when, in the big cliffhanger, Lexa tells Clarke the price of the truce: Finn’s death. I know from BTS comments that the writing staff wasn’t planning at this point to have those two romantically involved (they even didn’t give any thought to Lexa’s sexuality until the writer of 2x09 wrote the part about Costia), but once they did make that decision, this becomes kind of an awkward part of the setup for their romance. In a way, it’s nothing unusual for this show, which really loves developing romantic relationships from messed up situations (I think the only exceptions so far are Marper and Mackson), but “future love interest makes you kill your former love interest” is still high on the unpleasantness scale. What’s even odder is that it’s not even high on the list of the issues I’ll eventually have with their romance – because, in this case, Lexa is not doing anything bad, just following the law, and Finn is guilty.

Regardless of that, at this point my impressions of Lexa were predominantly positive (and remained so for 4 more episodes). She seemed reasonable, calm and controlled, which was very refreshing, since most Grounder warriors were constantly angry and talking about revenge. And Indra was one of the worst at this point. My god, I had forgotten how annoying she used to be – not only was she the Angry Black Woman stereotype, but she was the biggest warmonger at Lexa’s side and was constantly “Kill, kill, kill them all!” The only thing I liked about her was Adina Porter’s performance – she was way better than Dichen Lachman or any of the other actors playing Angry Grounder Warriors. This character has had such a huge character development.

One thing that did always bother me and still does is the fact that Lexa, Tristan, Nyko, Quint (annoying general who goes on to appear in 2x10)… all the white Grounders had such a strong fake tan. Wow, they must have great solariums in Polis! Who would think! And what about their cultural-appropriation-mishmash fashion sense? How did that happen? Did Becca tell her subjects: “I think it would be cool if you started wearing this, and this, and this…”? It makes even less sense as the distorted-English that the Grounders speak, even though it’s been less than a century since the end of the world, and that’s nowhere near enough time for a whole new language or even dialect to develop. But it’s not like anything about their culture and society is remotely realistic – however, overall it’s just a cliché of all post-apocalyptic dramas. The crap with bronzed tans and bindi and dreads etc.? That’s just idiotic and offensive. It doesn’t even make sense in the context of “Proud Warrior Race” stereotypes – I get the war paint, but why bindi and dreads, those aren’t even associated with warriors? If they wanted popular warriors/savages stereotypes, hey, how about Vikings? But nope – they were white, and the logic is “non-white cultures – savages” or something? Uuuum….

But that’s the kind of BS you get used to on this show after a while. What do you do? World-building has never been its strong suit. If I gave lower scores for episodes for that, I’ll have to give low scores to almost everyone episode from now on, so… never mind.

Body count: 1 - Keenan, the Mountain Man girl (and minor character that appeared in a couple of episodes before this) that Cage and Tsing used as an experiment.

[iamnemuru]

Second Task - Cedric Diggory

summary:

cedric asks out cho to the yule ball and y/n isn’t too happy about it 

words: 2.1k

pairing: cedric diggory x reader

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The Great Hall looked absolutely stunning. It was decorated so wonderfully that students from all three schools, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Hogwarts, stared at everything with awe written on their faces as they entered.

Y/N had done the same thing earlier when the huge doors to the Great Hall finally opened. She and her date rushed in along with the other students, wide smiles painted on their faces and their arms interlocked so they wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd.

For a couple of minutes, it completely slipped her mind that she had been dreading going to the Yule Ball in the first place. But as soon as the champions made their grand entrance accompanied by their dates, she immediately remembered, all of the excitement and happiness bubbling in her chest vanished.

There they were, looking as happy as can be, the exact reason why she wouldn’t have attended the Yule Ball if she could – her friends were rather persistent on making her attend.

Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang stepped in front of everyone’s view, closely followed by the other champions. A forced smile appeared on her face as Cedric’s eyes met hers. She knew at once that it must’ve looked more of a grimace than anything when Cedric’s smile faltered.

Even the sight of Harry Potter’s comical awkward expression couldn’t brighten up her sour mood. She turned away with a frown on her face, wanting to be anywhere else but there at that moment.

It was going to be a long night and she knew it.

An hour and a half went by painfully slow for Y/N, she was currently sitting alone at one of the circular tables pushed up near the walls. A couple of girls were sat near her, giggling to themselves, shooting fleeting glances to the other side of the room where two Durmstrang students sat.

She was thankful that her date was nice enough to deal with her gloomy attitude without losing his temper. He kindly offered to get drinks for the two of them only minutes ago and she was waiting for him to get back.

Y/N sighed irritably when another shrill giggle reached her ears. She eyed the students who now seemed to have caught the attention of the two Durmstrang boys.

Go on, approach him if you’re so interested and stop being annoying, she bitterly thought to herself.

A huff of breath escaped her, it was a hypocritical thought. After all, she was in the same boat, even if she didn’t giggle behind her hands every two seconds and gush to her friends about Cedric.

The situation between her and Cedric has been going on for two years now. It was apparent to his and her friends that they fancy each other a great deal. They were both aware of it too, though neither bothered to bring it up.

Or at least she and all their friends thought Cedric also did. It didn’t seem like that anymore, with him dancing around gracefully with Cho in the middle of the spacious room.

She watched as Cho stepped away from him, saying something with a faint smile on her face while Cedric nodded to whatever it was. A scowl formed on Y/N’s face when Cho leaned up slightly to press a brief kiss on Cedric’s cheek before walking away.

“Get a room already,” Y/N grumbled to herself, eyes following Cho’s retreating figure.

Her gaze swept back to Cedric to see him staring back at her, her heart gave a sudden jump in her chest. The corners of Cedric’s lips lifted into a grin as he started to walk towards where she sat. With widened eyes, she glanced around to search any form of an escape.

It was too late, he had already crossed the room in a span of a few seconds and there he stood, directly in front of her.

Y/N looked up, knowing she has to talk to him one way or another. “Hey, Cedric.”

“Y/N,” He said with an even bigger grin. “Enjoying the ball?”

No, she thought.

She shrugged at him. “I guess.”

For the second time that night, Cedric’s grin faltered.

“Er…that’s good,” He looked uncomfortable, shuffling where he stood while he struggled to come up with something to talk about. “You went with –”

“I did,” Y/N interrupted him, her tone starting to become snappy. “And you went with Cho Chang.”

A look of confusion flashed on Cedric’s face, frowning, he replied. “I – yeah, I did…is there problem with that?”

“I don’t know, Cedric. Is there?” She snapped at him.

She might not have any right to get mad at Cedric, because after all, she understood that it was his choice and his life. He could do whatever he wanted without having to ask her whether she approved or not. But she wished it didn’t hurt this much to see him pick another girl over her.

“No, I don’t think so,” Cedric told her, still looking utterly confused by her behaviour. “But it’s quite obvious that you think there is. Don’t you like Cho?”

“Of course, I do!” She was glad the Weird Sisters started playing once more, drowning out the sound of her voice, no one spared a glance in their direction. “She isn’t the problem, Cedric!”

He opened his mouth to say something but closed it shut before a word could slip, a look of realization appeared on his face. Cedric stared at her for a moment, he looked relieved for some reason.

“Did you want me to ask you to the ball?” He inquired.

YES, she shouted in her thoughts, but you’re too much of an idiot to not realize that sooner.

“I wanted to ask you too,” Cedric added, smiling gently. He was clearly expecting for Y/N to drop her irritated tone.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t what he got in return.

Y/N stood up from her seat, looking a lot angrier than when she first saw him and Cho together. Cedric blinked in surprise as she spat at him. “So why didn’t you?”

It would’ve made her feel less guilty for raising her voice if Cedric didn’t look so politely puzzled and lost. “I didn’t think –”

“Everything alright?”

Both Y/N’s and Cedric’s heads snapped in the direction of where the voice had come from.

Her date finally arrived, holding two butterbeers in his hands, oblivious to what was happening in front of him. His gaze flickered between the two of them, then mirrored the same look of realization that appeared on Cedric’s face earlier.

“Oh, uh, should I leave? I could –”

Cedric let out a breath, flashing a quick smile at him. “No, that’s fine. I was just leaving.”

Her date handed her one of the drinks he was holding which she accepted gratefully. Cedric stood there for a second or two, a conflicted expression on his face, then he sighed and finally turned away to look for Cho.

Cedric halted on his fifth step, glancing back at them but his gaze wasn’t set on her this time; it was directed towards her date.

“You take care of her, alright?”

Y/N’s date nodded, Cedric smiled once more and then continued walking away.

Months flew by without the two of them talking to each other. Cedric had been trying but Y/N continued to be stubborn, though you couldn’t exactly blame Y/N for her unwillingness to talk.

It was confusing for her, one moment Cedric would be by her side, trying to get her to acknowledge his presence. And then the other, he’d be walking down the corridors, hand intertwined with Cho Chang’s.

There was one time that she found herself stabbing her ginger roots in Potions rather than slicing them when her thoughts drifted to Cho and Cedric. She reminded herself not to lose track of what she was doing again while staring down at her mutilated ingredients.

Before she knew it, the Great Hall was buzzing with excitement again, everyone was trying to come up with guesses on what the second task would be.

She felt like she needed to wish Cedric good luck after all the second task would be taking place the next day. But as she glanced towards the entrance of the Great Hall to see Cho happily chatting with Cedric, she thought maybe she didn’t need to after all.

That evening, as she rushed out of the library after finishing an essay in Charms, a fourth year Hufflepuff girl, Hannah Abbott, had approached her.

“Excuse me, Professor McGonagall is looking for you.”

She followed her wordlessly, thinking hard of what she could’ve done to upset Professor McGonagall. She thanked Hannah as they arrived in front of a door, the girl smiled at her before walking away.

Y/N pushed the door open, surprised to see Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger inside, along with another younger girl she didn’t recognize. She cast them a questioning look, to which they replied with shrugs of their shoulders.

Dumbledore arrived shortly, explaining to them their situation and what he was about to do. Y/N looked around, Ron and the girl both looked surprised and nervous. On the other hand, Hermione had gone pink at the mention of being the thing Viktor Krum would most miss, Y/N figured she looked about the same.

Her consciousness soon fell into the depths of darkness as Dumbledore bewitched all of them to sleep.

The next thing she knew, she was gasping for breath and coughing up water. The air felt cold against her face, in fact, everything felt cold, except for the warm arm that was wrapped around her waist.

Y/N looked to her side to see Cedric, he too, was panting hard. He was carrying her towards the bank where the judges stood watching. Cedric gave her a sideways glance, looking incredibly worried.

The worry melted away and was replaced with relief when he saw her staring back at him. “Are you alright?”

She nodded weakly at him, gripping his arm tightly.

After a minute or two, they found themselves standing on the bank, soaking wet from head to toe. Madam Pomfrey immediately came rushing through the crowd, throwing blankets over them and forcing a very hot potion down their throats.

They sighed in relief as she moved away to tend to the newly arrived Hermione and Viktor.

“I suppose you know now,” A voice mumbled from beside her.

Y/N peered at Cedric curiously. “Know what?”

“That I still like you,” He replied, his eyes searching hers. “They told you, didn’t they? Why you were the person they picked for the second task?”

She felt strangely upset, images of him and Cho walking hand in hand flashing inside her head. “You know, for being the thing you’d miss the most. It didn’t seem like you missed me very much these past weeks.”

His lips went into a thin line, he didn’t look too surprised by her words. “Is this about Cho?”

“What do you think?” She answered exasperatedly.

Cedric then added hastily, sensing her annoyance slowly growing. “There’s nothing going on between me and Cho. We –”

Loud cheers erupted from the crowd as Harry emerged from the water, cutting off Cedric’s words. Y/N ignored everyone’s cheering, her eyes trained on Cedric’s face as she waited for further explanation.

“We were only together to get some sort of reaction from you, Cho agreed to help me.”

She blinked at him, she was trying hard to process what he had said. “You were trying to make me jealous?”

“Not necessarily, but we both hoped you would.” Cedric smiled at her sheepishly, a hint of red on his cheeks. “Did it work?”

Judging by her dumbfounded expression, Cedric was certain that their plan had done its job perfectly. On the other hand, Y/N was still confused.

“Why?” That was all she could say.

“I didn’t think you liked me anymore.” He admitted, fidgeting with the blanket that was wrapped around him.

Oh, so that’s what it was.

“I needed a reassurance that you still did, and I suppose I’ve got my answer now.”

She wanted to smack him across the face and kiss him at the same time. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He shrugged at her. “I was afraid you’d say you didn’t anymore, it was better not knowing at all than to get rejected by you.”

Y/N stared at him blankly, relief filling her senses. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah.” Cedric nodded in agreement, smiling broadly and laughing lightly. “I know.”

The judges were saying something but neither of them paid much attention. Y/N grinned and laughed loudly, not caring whoever saw or heard her, she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Cedric’s torso.

Cedric, taken by surprise, stumbled slightly and hugged her back. He stroked her hair gently and smiled stupidly as he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

The two of them parted, beaming in happiness, unaware of the darkness that was looming ahead.

[murasaki-murasame]

I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted to do entire posts about each episode of :re season 2, but episode 14 was really good and I have a lot of things to say about it, so here we are, lol.

It still might crash and burn later, but for now I’m still enjoying it, even though I’m clearly in the minority.

Anyway, the rest will be under a cut since it’ll be long and also spoil the entire series.

In a lot of ways, I ended up being pleasantly surprised by this episode, even though a lot of it technically went the way I expected. Like how they decided to end on the note of Arima slitting his throat. But a lot of the stuff in-between was interesting.

I was kinda surprised that they actually included Yomo’s entire backstory flashback about how Hikari and Arata got killed. I kinda figured they might cut it out, or at least heavily condense it, but they kept it pretty intact. I’m glad they did, though, since it gave this arc some much-needed thematic content.

On a more minor note, I appreciate that the anime doesn’t bother with some of the little things the manga did in order to set up chapter by chapter cliffhangers. In the Yomo-Arima fight in the manga, there was a whole cliffhanger where it looked like Yomo got killed, but that doesn’t really work at all in an anime when you don’t have to wait a week to see how the scene progresses, so thankfully they don’t even bother with stuff like that. On the one hand, it probably contributes to the overall feeling of the fights being less ‘intense’ than they were in the manga, but on the other hand, I very quickly got burned out by the constant, unnecessary cliffhangers in the manga. So this is much more pleasant in my opinion.

The other big change, from what I remember [beyond the fact that this episode just focused on continuing the Cochlea arc instead of swapping between it and the Rushima arc like the manga did], is the stuff with Hide. I feel like I’m gonna need to sit on it for a while to sort out all of my feelings about it, and in general I’m very curious to see how they handle his character later on once he actually returns to the main story, but my immediate reaction is that I think I actually prefer this to how the manga handled it.

As much as I love Hide as a character and basically everything surrounding his relationship with Kaneki, I never actually liked how Ishida handled the whole plot point of how Kaneki ate part of Hide’s face at the end of the first series. At the very least, it was executed very haphazardly, and a lot of it felt kinda clumsy and unplanned, with the flashbacks that Kaneki had to it at this point in the manga being some of the more glaring examples of it. It still to this day bugs me that, in the manga, we never got any clear answers for why Hide knew to find Kaneki there, why he knew to lead him to Arima, why he was willing to let Kaneki eat him, etc etc, and I feel like even once he came back into the story, there was no real impact to it, and the story spent absolutely zero time exploring the concept of how Kaneki’s feelings of guilt would change after knowing that Hide’s actually alive. And the specific way that the initial flashback to the sewers was handled always felt like a blatant retcon in general, and it just didn’t really cleanly fit with how the scene was initially portrayed in the first series.

So honestly I can totally live with the anime heavily changing how it handles this entire plot point. It’s always been a bit of a thorn in my side, so I’m glad they pretty much cut out the stuff that annoyed me the most, and kept the really nice stuff.

And also, I think that the whole detail of Kaneki being suicidal in this arc still makes total sense even without the whole lingering thread of him thinking that he murdered Hide. It’s pretty consistent with Kaneki’s personality in general to be suicidal and want to throw his life away to protect others, so I think it still works totally fine. And it also avoids the kinda awkward dissonance the manga had where the idea of Hide’s self-sacrifice got unironically glorified by the narrative and never criticized or explored at all, but it was used to say that Kaneki’s self-sacrificial attitude was bad and stupid, which still feels kinda hypocritical to me.

I wish the hallucination scene could have been a little longer, but it was still really nice and effective to see Kaneki finally open up about how severely he misses Hide. I still think that it’s a very effective scene even if you remove the context of him thinking that he killed Hide in the first series. Also, the :re character designer’s take on Hide is cute as hell and I can’t wait to see more of him later on.

We’ll see how it goes, but I’m really hoping they change things a bit later on so that he shows back up again a fair bit earlier than he did in the manga, since it felt like by the time he became relevant again, he was immediately overshadowed by everything else going on, and there was no time to do anything with him. So I hope they bring him back into the main cast a fair bit earlier, so they have more time to work with.

I’d actually kinda forgotten about it at first, but I guess they also skipped over Kaneki’s flashbacks to being kept prisoner in Cochlea, and how he lost his memories. To begin with, it’s entirely possible that they’ll just bring it up later, like during Arima’s whole dying monologue or something, but honestly I don’t think it’s a huge deal. It doesn’t tell the audience anything that couldn’t be easily pieced together. It also put an even more overtly off-putting slant on Kaneki and Arima’s relationship. It reminds me a little bit about how the manga outright spells out that Akira is intentionally acting as a mother figure to Kaneki because she was told to do so by her bosses to manipulate him more effectively, but I prefer how the anime cut it out and just let the audience think on their own terms about Kaneki and Akira’s relationship.

Other than that, I don’t think there’s too much to say about this episode itself. Although I did quite like the choice of translating that one line from Furuta as ‘teeth-hee!’. That was pretty good.

I know this post is mostly just about episode 14, but I’ve been thinking a lot over the last week about the writing choices made in episode 13, in terms of how it dives straight into the Cochlea/Rushima arc, and the more I think about it, the more I think I really like it. It’s not completely perfect, but still.

I think people forget that the overall start of the whole Cochlea/Rushima arc in the manga was where the pacing of :re in general started getting notably unbalanced and wonky, and a lot of things just kinda happen or get introduced with very little set-up. For example, the manga doesn’t exactly give much more of an explanation for how the CCG found out about the Aogiri base on Rushima. We just kinda find out soon after the time-skip that they’ve already started their raid on the island. And even the introduction to the second generation Qs was basically just ‘here they are, here’s their names and a few personality-establishing lines, OK now we’re going to do other stuff now and forget about them’. It basically ended up being a running joke that the Qs got more and more unimportant as more of them were introduced.

I’m at least assuming that some of the details like the way that Urie and Mutsuki in particular feel betrayed by Kaneki abandoning them will get touched upon once we properly go back to the Rushima arc, but that’s really most of the relevant stuff that episode 13 skipped over. It was also a bit sad to see them cut the dinner party scene with Urie and Matsuri, but honestly I’d prefer the anime not do anything with Matsuri at all as a character, if the alternative is them handling him as badly as the manga did in the long run.

Also, another important detail is that the manga also intentionally took us out of Kaneki’s head for a while after the time-skip. There was a good like eight or nine chapters or so where he was basically just being moody and we had no idea what was going on with him. So it’s not exactly a surprise that episode 13 also involved us not getting a look into his head.

I also really like that the anime is way more focused in how it’s just showing one arc at a time, whereas the manga was a lot more liberal with how it kept jumping between Cochlea and Rushima. And as someone who was reading the series as it came out by that point, trust me when I say that it was pretty agonizing. This is WAY smoother. To put it into perspective, Kaneki’s hair turns white at the end of :re chapter 75, but after that it doesn’t really return to his fight with Arima until around chapter 82, which ends with Arima slitting his throat. So the pacing here really does feel WAY more satisfying.

It’s also part of why the anime probably feels faster to people than it actually is, since it’s front-loading the Cochlea arc much more heavily than the manga did, and pushing back the Rushima arc to later.

And on that note, it looks like we’re actually going to have a Rushima arc episode next week, which is a little bit surprising, since I thought they would go through the entire Cochlea arc at this rate before going to the Rushima arc. But this is fine. We left off on a pretty satisfying cliffhanger with this episode, so I’m down with the anime shifting to an entirely Rushima arc-focused episode now.

I’m curious to see exactly how much of the arc they cover in the next episode. Considering that about half of volume 8 and all of volume 9 of the manga was focused on it, I think it’d take some substantial cuts for them to cover it all in one episode. The preview/synopsis for it seems to focus mostly on the Suzuya-Kurona fight, and the Tatara-Houji fight, but it also looks like it’ll also include some of the stuff with Takizawa, and at least some of the Mutsuki-Torso stuff. But even aside from that, there’s still stuff like the flashbacks to the time Amon and Takizawa spent with Aogiri, the raid on Kanou’s lab, and the whole scene where Marude assassinates Yoshitoki, so I don’t exactly think they’re going to get through all of that in one episode.

So after the next episode, I suppose it’s just a question of if they can wrap up the remaining threads of both arcs in one episode, or if they’ll need two. I guess we’ll see.

In the long term, I still have no idea exactly how the anime will be paced after this whole arc ends, but either way it looks like we’d effectively be left with seven or eight episodes to adapt the last seven volumes of the manga, so I’d expect there to be some substantial cuts and changes to make it work. Hopefully it’ll work well.

[kashmiresims]

A Moment of Peace

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Orion couldn’t go back to Cain’s place after what he had witnessed. He figured it would be better to go back to the house and try to settle his thoughts at the fact that his main squeeze was a dealer. As soon as he saw Cypress’s car parked out back, her knew his friend was home, however Orion still felt an uneasy anger toward Cypress after hearing his song being played publicly on the radio and he knew Cypress would become silently judgmental if he learned that Orion was gone all night because he had stayed with Cain. He didn’t know why Cypress cared so much about Orion’s love life--it was Orion’s choice! It was the first time in a long time he’d been able to be with Cain and didn’t regret it.

He entered the house, grabbed the stair rail, and climbed the steps with a frown on his face until he got to the top.

That was odd, the door to his room was open…he could have sworn he had closed it when he’d left the night before. As he approached he stopped cold because he found Cypress sitting on his bed, his face resting on his fist and a look of complete and utter disappointment in his eyes as Orion came into his view.

It caught him off-guard but before he could defend himself, thinking the expression was because of Cain--he noticed a few of the empty Tranquilicis bottles were pulled out of his night stand and placed on top of it. 

“What’s going on?” Orion asked, growing uneasier by the second.

“I could ask the same of you. Why do you have all these pills?”

“They help with my anxiety,” Orion told the truth and refrained from pointing out that technically, there were hardly any pills left from those bottles.

“Okay, but Tranquilicis isn’t something you get over the counter. It’s something a doctor has to write a prescription for. Do you have one?”

Orion wouldn’t outright lie to Cypress’s face, and besides Cypress had already probably found the scratched out name on the labels of the original prescription recipient. If he thought about it, he could have guessed Cain wasn’t doing things above board because Orion too, had found it odd the name was scratched out. He just didn’t question Cain because Cain was going out of his way to get Orion free pills.

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not, they help. That’s enough,” Orion grew terse and defensive.

“Are you sure you aren’t developing a dependency? This is a lot of empty bottles,” Cypress nodded to the side towards the bottles. He sounded like his mother.

Orion belted out a scornful laugh, “Yeah, like you have the ground to lecture me on becoming addicted to a substance.”

Cypress stood with frown and came closer, “Hey, we’re talking about something that’s technically illegal here. Besides, I won’t die from an overdose of nicotine.”

Orion rolled his eyes, annoyed that Cypress happened to conveniently forget all the other gross chemicals that caused health issues in cigarettes.

“I’m doing fine. You don’t have to worry about me,” Orion crossed his arms with growing frustration that Cypress was hassling him about it.

Cypress looked a bit hurt at Orion’s abrupt dismissal. But it was Orion who should have felt hurt. Cypress had stolen his music.

“So why do you look so miserable?” 

“I heard my song on the radio,” he mumbled.It wasn’t the only thing that had made him miserable but it was the one thing that directly involved Cypress.

“Why would that make you miserable?”

“Because you stole it. You recorded it, aired it, and gave it to the station without even asking me permission. I wasn’t even done with it yet–it was a work in progress and now it’s in a final form as far as anyone listening is concerned.”

“You should be recognized, and since you’re not really playing live anymore how else is your music going to reach the masses? You should be thanking me for putting my neck out on the line for you!”

“I don’t want or need to be recognized for anything!”

“But you deserve it!”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t need anything like that – I have seen how recognition leads to fame that in turn results in an interrupted life. I am fine with just playing my music for my friends and maybe small audiences if I work up the nerve but I don’t want to be recognized for it—I just want people to enjoy it.”

“You can’t have it both ways. If you want people to enjoy it, you will have to be recognized. People don’t just listen to music in a vacuum and not want to know where it came from or who sang it, especially if they want more.”

Orion just looked at the floor, not believing he was having this argument with Cypress. They never argued.

“Besides, it was just a song about Cain, it’s not like it’s going to be your biggest hit,” Cypress couldn’t help but to seem to snark.

“Fuck off,” Orion blurted angrily. He grabbed his acoustic guitar case from the corner of his room with a rare, heightened temper and left. He stomped down the stairs while Cypress chased after him asking what his problem was and for once in his life Cypress was the problem. Orion knew he had to remove himself before he’d say anything else he’d regret.  

What would Orion do without an instrument? Without a way to make music? His prickled nerves smoothed over gradually as he strummed out some of his favorite melodies from where he sat on the park bench before surrendering to whatever music formed as an idea in his head and came out in between the strings.  It was still a brisk temperature, now slightly breezy and the leaves were starting to turn bright oranges and golds. He had to stop thinking about the feeling of betrayal. Cypress had been so rash and judgmental but if he would stop and open his eyes he would realize that Orion didn’t write that song about Cain. He wrote it to communicate his heartbreak about Cypress.

Cypress was the catalyst that made Orion realize he was attracted to men in the first place. He had been ambivalent to dating and romance in general, probably an attitude he picked up from Cypress’s asexual tendancies, but after that fateful day when he was sixteen and found Cypress’s hand in his, something just clicked inside him. It felt right.

A part of him still loved and longed for Cypress in ways Cypress wasn’t able to give to him. Maybe that’s why he tolerated such abhorrent behavior from Cain because as long as he had someone else to give his love to, he could suppress his desires toward his best friend.

Cypress had made it clear he couldn’t be anything more than just Orion’s best friend and Orion would rather die than lose such a cherished relationship, so being with Cain helped Orion in more ways than Cypress knew.

Cypress also didn’t understand how much Tranquilicis had been helping Orion manage his anxiety. It was hypocritical, for Cypress to chide Orion about the dangers of addiction when Cypress was smoking a pack of cigarettes a week.  

Orion closed his eyes and played whatever melody popped into his head, inspired by natural beats he could hear and pluck from around him—from the sounds of the city to the rustling in the leaves. This garden was a calming place, a place of refuge for artists who wanted to paint or play music. Orion had come here a few times with Nick perform for tips but that wasn’t his reason for being here now. He did it for the pure enjoyment of creation and solace. His poor brain needed a break.

His melody must have attracted a dog, for one trotted up and looked at him expectantly. A fluffy, black-furred animal that looked to be a somewhat exotic breed.

“Hi there,” Orion said, though the animal didn’t understand him. Orion felt himself smile and slapped the surface of his guitar to make a purposeful rhythm as he played and the dog sat promptly, seeming to enjoy the change by evidence of its wagging tail.

Orion couldn’t resist the dog’s fluffiness any longer. He sat his guitar on the bench and knelt down to pet it. It seemed fond of having its head rubbed right between the ears. He’d always wanted a dog but his father and sister were allergic to animal hair so all they had were birds in his family for pets.

“Sebastian!” the dog perked up at a call and Orion glanced up to see a man in a long, expensive-looking gray jacket smiling from down the path. The man said “come” in Takemizese and the dog stood and cantered over to its master.

“I’m sorry, but was he bothering you?” The man asked Orion in Simlish but there was no need. Orion was actually fluent in the first language.

“Not at all,” Orion answered in Takemizese and stood, “I ponder if he might be an admirer of music.”

His comment made the man laugh in delighted surprise and he continued to speak in his native tongue, “Sebastian has particular tastes, though I never knew he was partial to music. What name do you play under? Can I buy him an album to listen to?”

It was Orion’s turn to laugh, not sure if the man were joking or not, but it was apparent he didn’t listen to college radio, “I have not created any albums yet, but if and when I do you could find it under Orion Loche.”

“I should not keep you from your playing Mister Loche; thank you for indulging my dog though,” the man inclined his head and said to the hound, “Follow.” Orion picked up his guitar and started strumming it again, “I could indulge him to a greater capacity if that is acceptable to you; I have never had an animal as an admirer before.”

“I would be delighted if you would accompany us around the gardens,” the man smiled, “Sebastian would be too.”

It was only proven so as the dog began to wag his tail again with exuberance and sniff around Orion’s shoes.

Orion realized he was being rude and hadn’t asked the man his name, “Many apologies, but what is your name? I should have asked during our introduction.”

“It is no worry; I am called Yuzan Bao,” the man replied with a smile and then made a slight eyeroll paired with a chuckle, “Though we can continue our conversation in Simlish—I find my native language to be full of burdensome formality.”

“Fair enough,” Orion agreed and made the lingual switch.

“It’s not common to find a Kashmiri who can speak fluent Takemizese. Where did you learn?” Yuzan asked with amusement.

Orion plucked his guitar strings absent-mindedly as he explained, “I lived there when I was a child.”

“Really? Which area?”  

“Takemizu  Village. My parents had a home there. They were big into the Blue Jasmine Music Festival—did all sorts of shows for it so decided to just live there year-round and perform across the region for many years.”  He smiled remembering his youth. Takemizu Village was a small town nestled between the mountains and so when his parents played their instruments outside, the sound carried back and forth across the valley. It was pure ambrosia for the ears.  

“We moved back here when I was nine. So I had a lot of time to learn the language and I kinda had to because of school.”

Zan made an exasperated face of sympathy, “Unlucky, Schools there are so rigid. I hated the drilling—and the punishments for getting out of line.”

“I know right!?” Orion agreed, remembering how he was commanded to recite a poem from his readings and he stuttered the words, being too nervous to do it front of the class and then the teacher hit his knuckles with a yard stick for his bad etiquette. He momentarily stopped playing his guitar and flexed them, the memory triggering a ghosting sensation of pain.

That experience was probably one of the reasons he got so anxious to perform in front of people and why he was so anxious about the possibility of screwing up. This man was the first person he’d ever talked to who even could understand and related to Orion’s experience with Takemizu schooling.

Sebastian made a loud woof to remind Orion that the music had stopped. Yuzan frowned and snapped out “Rude” in Takemizese and Sebastian lowered himself onto his belly and turned over so it was exposed to Orion.

“He is apologizing,” Zan explained in Simlish, “If you give him a belly rub then he knows you have forgiven him.”

“Wow, you’ve trained your dog very well,” Orion mused handing over his guitar for Yuzan to hold while he knelt down to pat Sebastion on his belly. The canine immediately stuck out his tongue and started wagging his tail happily.

“It takes a lot of practice and discipline,” Yuzan replied, returning the guitar and then made an upward motion with his hand. Sebastian returned setting onto all four paws. Yuzan reached into a pocket of his long coat and withdrew a baggie of dog treats, opened it, and tossed one at the dog who caught it mid-air in one bite.

“You seem like to have plenty of it,” Orion smiled, and Yuzan regarded him with a raised brow and it made Orion blush a bit. Here he was, passing judgement on someone he’d just met and he felt like he was in second grade again while stumbling over his words, “What I meant is…that you look so…world class and formal and I thought…”

Orion clamped his upper lip over his bottom one and decided to play more of his guitar medley instead.

Yuzan started laughing aloud at Orion’s blunder, but it wasn’t one of ridicule—just abject amusement.

“I assure you I am not as formal as I appear—I suppose by Kashmiri standards it could be seen that way but in fact, any Takemiseze citizen would claim I’m not formal enough. It’s my curse in life.”

“Not the worst curse to have, all things considered,” Orion noted. He was thinking of his own curse, to forever be burdened by anxiety. Thank Plumbobs for that Tranqilicis and music. They were the only two things to seem to work for him anymore. Both men passed a under an arched trellis that had ivy and white flowers climbing it; where the petals were in the midst of falling off the vines and covered the path. Sebastian kept pace next to Orion, looking upward and almost seemed to be grinning with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

They passed a garden wall in front of a fountain and Orion took a lean against it and closed his eyes. He felt a slight thump next to him and opened one eye to see that Yuzan had joined him--his back against the wall and with his hands stuffed inside his pockets. Sebastian sat patiently in front of them though made no more barks of protest but only because Orion was still playing his music.  

Orion shut his eyes again and continued, feeling a deep sense of peace playing in the gardens on this autumn day, it was in such contrast to how he felt coming into the place earlier and the turmoil he had been through since he’d woken up. r He picked up the tempo of his song. The song wasn’t really a song, just a winding, improvised string of musical notes. He wouldn’t remember it all enough to write it down. It was like a wild animal that couldn’t be caught and tamed—never to be replicated again. Yuzan and Sebastian had the privilege to listen to it and ever know it even existed.

Eventually, Orion checked the time and realized he been out far longer than he had anticipated. He walked back to his guitar case and set it inside despite the heartbreaking whimpering noises Sebastian was making as he walked away.

“I’m sorry but have to go,” he said as he clicked the case closed and pulled it over his shoulder, “It was a pleasure playing music for you and your dog.”

“Do you come to these gardens often?” Yuzan wondered, following after Orion as he made his way to the garden exit.

“I come every once and awhile,” Orion shrugged and admitted.

“I visited it for the first time this weekend and I think I have  found it’s my favorite public spot in the city.”

“Why is that?”  Orion slowed his pace and Yuzan passed him, turning around and began to walk backward so they could converse face-to-face.

“The flowers,” Zan waved his hand out with a grin, gesturing at the blooms around them that were slowly wilting with incoming colder weather. First frost had yet to occur but they were hanging onto life.

“What’s left of them at least.”

Zan nodded, “Do you have a favorite?”

“Oh, the blue ones for sure,” Orion smiled in remembrance as he kept walking forward,  “They remind me of Takemizu. We had tons of them outside our house growing in giant bushes. My mother refused to have them trimmed.”

He noticed Zan had visibly straightened himself and his grin was ever broader, “I have them growing in abundance inside my home here in Memosa Bay where they will never wilt—you should come see them if you miss them once winter comes.”

Orion stopped walking, unsure what to make of Yuzan’s offer.  He usually wasn’t this talkative or open with strangers but he felt an agreeable yet uncanny connection with Yuzan. He finally nodded, “I’d like that.”

“To be my friend?”

He was so forward about it. Orion could understand however, why the question was asked in such a way. In Takemizese culture it was considered rude or even cowardly to be anything but straightforward with someone.

Orion had never just been asked directly to be anyone’s friend before. In his experience it was a gradual occurrence. He hesitated ever so slightly to think on it. Yuzan looked to be a few years older than himself though dressed more expensive and sensible than a college student would be. Perhaps he was already graduated with an office job somewhere in the city? Orion hardly knew anything about the man except he was from Takemizu, liked dogs and flowers.

“It is, after all, hard to make new friends when you move so far away from home,” Zan lamented, taking advantage of Orion’s pause and plucked a leaf that looked about to fall from a small hedge. Orion agreed. He’d had to start all over when he moved back to Kashmire. Luckily for Orion, on his first day of school in Kashmire, a boy name Cypress Wellington was tapping out the beats to a rock ‘n roll song on his desk that Orion recognized from his father’s album collection and it prompted Orion to ask him about it. That led to conversations about music, instruments, and the best friendship they had ever known. He remembered those times with Cypress fondly and had to forgive his friend for earlier because he realized there wasn’t a deceiving bone in Cypress’s body, and he really was trying to look out for Orion’s best interests. It seemed this man was looking for something similar.  

Yuzan still was waiting for an answer. He seemed so hopeful. Orion could understand the struggle at being a newcomer to the region and it wasn’t pity but understanding that made him nod in sudden earnest and stick his hand out, “Yeah, I’ll be your friend.”

Genuine happiness erupted across Yuzan’s features and he took Orion’s hand in his to give it a cordial shake, “Call me Zan.”

[floralseokjin]

— off limits | 04 (m)

you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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“Y/N!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, grumbling to yourself instead as your tensed up, hoping the calling would stop for definite, watching the white cursor on your laptop screen silently mock you, rubbing it in that you’d paused your episode of Gilmore Girls for the third time in the space of five minutes.

“Y/N! Get your ass in here for a minute—I need your help!”

You cursed loudly, finally having enough and slammed your laptop closed, rolling off your bed childishly. No little than thirty seconds later and you were storming into Kyuho’s bedroom, your face like thunder.

“What?” You barked.

There should have been a part or you who felt guilty for agreeing to continue fooling around with Seokjin behind his back, but when he was as annoying as this, it made you unfazed. Your conscience hadn’t kicked in again yet.

“What do you think looks better, red or blue?” He asked your opinion, sounding unbothered by your attitude. He either hadn’t noticed, or he didn’t care. Probably both.

You stared at him, finally realising he was topless while holding two t-shirts attached to coat hangers up against his chest. His hair was styled, gelled upwards, not a usual look for him and his room stunk of aftershave.

“You did not just make me come into your room to tell you what colour shirt to wear,” you exclaimed, disbelief in your voice. “I’m busy, why didn’t you ask mom, she’s downstairs.”

“Mom is old,” he shrugged and you rolled your eyes at his offending attitude. “She’d probably make me wear a collared shirt and tie.”

“Why? Where are you going anyway?” You asked, and nudging your head back at the t-shirts he was holding up.

Upon further inspection, he had the crispest pair of jeans on, ironed to the seam and his brand new sneakers he’d been displaying in their cardboard box ever since he’d bought then two week ago. He was definitely out to impress tonight.

“I have a date. A double date actually,” he added.

“A double date,” you scoffed, folding your arms and leaning against the door frame.

What was he, living in some high school drama?

“Yeah,” he carried on, oblivious once again to your attitude. “Me and Jin are taking these girls out we met on a night out a couple of weeks ago…”

Just like that the room began to spin and you were thankful you’d chosen to lean your weight on something anchored to gravity. Jin? He was going on a double date with Jin? What did that mean? Your throat suddenly felt very dry, and you hoped Kyuho sensed no obvious changes in your composure.

“A double date?” was all you could get out, your voice croaky.

“Yeah, there’s this girl I met and we hit it off. I text her but she’d only go out with me if she could bring her friend, so she suggested a double date. I lowkey think said friend wanted a reason to see Seokjin again—she was all over him the entire night.”

Your hands fell from your middle, swaying beside your hips. You felt unexplainably nauseous. You mean, you were only messing about with Jin, he didn’t owe you anything, but he had said the other week he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. Granted, it didn’t mean he was sleeping with anyone, but even the thought of him flirting with another girl made you feel strange. The idea of him with a girl hanging off his shoulders made your chest feel heavy and suddenly, you just wanted to get of Kyuho’s bedroom and be alone with your thoughts, but just like always, he kept on talking.

“Only trouble is, I literally had to beg on my knees for him to go. He really was adamant he didn’t want to. I had to use the ‘friend card’ and when that didn’t work, I had to bribe him with food—not only do I have to pay for mine and my date, but for him and his too! How is that fair?!”

You had a moment of clarity. That one small flash of hope that made you feel a tiny bit better. Jin hadn’t wanted to go. Jin wasn’t interested… or was that just wishful thinking?

“I honestly don’t know what’s up with him,” Kyuho carried on. “It’s not like him to turn down a date with a hot girl, especially ones that’s so into him…ah, sorry,” he trailed off, catching the look of discomfort on your face.

He’d obviously taken it as some sort of distaste at the turn in conversation, apologising for oversharing. He wasn’t to know the truth behind your predicament.

“So, what colour?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Uh,” you got out, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. “Blue…it’s your colour,” you smiled softly.

You heard the front door slam downstairs, signalling Kyuho had left for his date and you sighed, rolling onto your back, the tv show you’d now been too distracted to watch, droning to itself in the background. Your mind was a mess. You’d tried to tell yourself it was no big deal. In fact, you didn’t have a right to be bothered, but here you were, feeling something that could only be described as jealously, simmering inside of your body.

It had been four days since the party, even though it seemed like a lifetime ago. Even though he’d said he would see you soon, he hadn’t been able to. You got it. Of course you did. You guys couldn’t just meet up when you felt like it, it would be impossible. Seokjin lived with Yoongi and well…you lived with your mom and Kyuho… He’d text you a lot and told you about how he couldn’t stop thinking about you, but that was that—and besides, you’d tried not to think about that.

You were afraid that he only meant in a sexual way, while you, when you replied, were conflicted. You missed the way he felt and smelt and the pleasure he seemed to so easily give you, but deep down, you were beginning to think that maybe you just missed…him… You found yourself wanting to hang out with him more, not just sex, but everything else. You wanted to get to know him properly… and that scared you because he probably didn’t think the same way.

Especially if he was going out on dates.

Even if he didn’t want to go on them, he was still there right now. The thought made you feel a little sick. Was he making her laugh? Was he flirting with her? Even if he didn’t like her, it didn’t mean he only wanted you. It could mean a number of things, mainly that there was plenty of other girls that could catch his eye. Plenty of other girls he could like…better than you.

You groaned, covering your face in your hands. Why were you such an idiot? Stuck home worrying about a boy that didn’t have the decency to let you know he was going on a date…but why would he…? You weren’t involved other than sexually. Maybe with that break he’d grown bored of you, regardless of what happened in the party… but then you thought about all the messages he’d sent you since… he couldn’t have grown bored of you.

So then, why was he on a date right now?

You rolled back over to your stomach, grabbing your cell before you could think properly. You’d probably regret this if you overthought what you were doing, so you quickly brought up Seokjin’s name, scoffing at the last message he’d sent, a vague ‘I dreamt of u last night ;)’ and began to type your own out, your thumbs passive aggressively thumping the screen.

21:22pm [You] 

— are you enjoying your date?

Seokjin heard his phone buzz, instantly pulling it out of his pocket without thinking. It was like habit and besides, he didn’t really want to be here right now, so his ability to care was out the window. His eyes widened when he saw your name and then he choked a little when he read what you’d put. He should have known you’d find out. Kyuho was your brother for crying out loud. He was stupid to think he could leave that vital piece of information out. Were you mad at him right now? Upset? Maybe he was too vain. Maybe you didn’t even care what he was doing, maybe you just wanted to tease him… but he couldn’t take that chance because a big part of him didn’t like the idea of you being mad or upset with him…

21:24pm [Him] 

— im sorry… I guess kyuho told you? — its not what it looks like, I promise

He paused, about to add an ‘if you care” but he thought better of it. Would that look desperate? Was he actually desperate? He’d only just got you back after the party and the last thing he needed was this. He’d been annoyed the past couple of days because he hadn’t had any time to see you, and now here he was, on a some cringey double date, when in reality he could have used this time to be with you.

Fuck himself and his conscience, but then he realised how hypocritical he was being… He was fucking his best friend’s little sister after all…

“What are you doing?”

Kyuho’s voice in his ear made him jump and he quickly hid his phone under the table and locked it, hoping there wasn’t any way he could have seen your name on the screen. Fuck, this was too much for his heart to handle. Why was he such an idiot? He should have just stopped whatever was happening between you and him after that one time in the kitchen.

The kitchen… even just the memory of that made his dick stir. It was like you had some sort of spell on him. He could still remember the sheer bliss of being inside you finally after all those months of waiting… Yeah, thinking about it now, there was definitely no way he could have stopped it after that. If he was going to hell…

“I had a message,” he explained, finally looking Kyuho in the eyes.

“I’m sure it’s not important, so you can put your cell away.”

He hissed the last part and Seokjin narrowed his eyes. Why was Kyuho so adamant on keeping face? Was he trying to pretend he wasn’t just in this to get inside Jun-what-ever-her-name-was pants? He could have his phone out if he wanted, but then he heard a tiny cough opposite him and looked up at his date. She smiled at him timidly and Seokjin groaned inwardly. Okay, maybe it was rude. He made motions to put the device back in his pocket when it buzzed again and he knew then and there, he couldn’t ignore it. He couldn’t ignore you.

He cleared his throat, desperate for a distraction and thankfully Kyuho started talking to Jun…yeah, he still wasn’t going to remember it. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know his dates name. Seokjin took the chance to peek at your reply, unconsciously biting down on his bottom lip, chewing on the skin.

21:26pm [Y/N] 

— what does it look like? i’m confused — am I supposed to care?

He blinked slowly, confused by how he was supposed to take this. On one hand, you really might not care at all, and he didn’t want to admit how strange that made him feel. But on the other hand, you could just be bluffing… You had after all, text him during this so called date…

21:27pm [Him] 

— if you didn’t care u wouldn’t be messaging me rn

He decided to play sassy, hoping it would entice your true feelings out, all the while trying to act inconspicuous. He realised Kyuho was adding him into the conversation and he laughed loudly, trying to appear enthusiastic, even though he had no clue what was being said.

21:27pm [Y/N] 

— I don’t think nows the time to be cocky

You replied instantly, much to his glee. He had baited you out and he was right, you had been bluffing. He replied quickly, at the same time joining in on a conversation about veganism.

21:27pm [Him] 

— im not, you should tell me how you feel

“And Seokjin, how do you feel about meat?”

He could hear his name being called but he was mid text and then a silence washed over the table, finally catching his attention. He looked up and around, realising it was his date who has asked him and he opened and closed his mouth a couple of time, trying to recall the question. It turned out it was her who the vegan and she did not look best pleased when he answered.

“I love it. Chicken is my favourite. It’s a wonderful animal, so tasty and it gives us eggs. Truly magical.”

The silence turned even more awkward after that and thankfully Jun—blahblahblah, changed the subject.

“I think I’ll have the spinach salad.”

Seokjin took the time to send his message, not bothering to check it when he felt Kyuho kick him under the table. He ignored it.

21:28pm [Him] 

— are youi madat me

It wasn’t long before his cell was buzzing again.

21:28pm [Y/N] 

— why are you typing weird — is your date on her knees blowing you under the table

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t but couldn’t help but grin. You were cute when you were jealous. At least it was obvious right now.

21:29pm [Him] 

— just admit that your jealous, it’s ok, it’s cute

21:29pm [Y/N] 

— I am absolutely not jealous — it’s just if I had got the memo I could have gone on dates too, i didn’t realise it was allowed

He didn’t like that. It made him almost feel almost…angry when he thought of you going on a date. And one person flashed through his brain. That guy from the party. He’d been all over you that night and he’d been forced to watch. Seokjin knew guys like him. He was sure of it. They acted all sweet and innocent but they were only after one thing.

The thought of you going on a date with him boiled his blood. Going on dates was definitely not allowed. He almost text that back straight away but then he remembered…he was on a date right now, texting you under the table. It did not look good on his behalf. Granted, he’d only done this out of loyalty to his best friend, but he was still here… He knew how he’d feel if he found out you were on a date and he guessed you must be feeling the same way right about now…

“Jin, what are you doing? Who’s on the phone?”

He jumped again, the annoyance in Kyuho’s voice a lot more prominent now and he looked around to meet three pairs of eyes staring at him in different levels of judgement. His date, who he definitely could not remember the name of, looked like she was highly regretting her life right about now and Seokjin couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t spoken more than a few words to her since he got here and when he did that was to insult her beliefs… Jun…still-can’t-remember, was back to looking at Kyuho, with that infamous ‘why are you friends with this guy?’ look and Kyuho, well, he was staring daggers in his direction.

He said the only thing his stupid mind could think of.

“My mom.”

“Your mom?” Kyuho asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Yeah, her cars broken down. I’m going to have to help her.”

Before he could think, he was getting up, shoving his cell in his pocket and grabbing his jacket. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He took one last look at Kyuho, who was staring at him open mouthed.

“Sorry about this, man—girls,” he apologised, taking one last look at them and then off he went.

It was when he got to his car that he realised Kyuho was going to kick his ass afterwards. His mom lived an hour and a half away, there was no way he going to help her out. Kyuho knew he was full of shit.

He still didn’t know what his plan was ten minutes later when he was outside your house. He felt a little bit better when he realised you mom wasn’t there her car nowhere to be seen in the drive, and as he got out of his own vehicle and slammed the door, he could only hope that Kyuho wasn’t following behind, mad that his date had been ruined. Hopefully he was still there trying to salvage what was left, although Seokjin was very sure he had fucked up any chance Kyuho had. He felt guilty, but he couldn’t help but feel selfish at this point. He didn’t want to fuck up what he had with you. He was too panicky to wonder why he was so desperate.

It took you three consecutive knocks to answer, and by the time you did, he already had his cell in his hand about to phone you to come outside. He sighed in relief when he finally saw your face and your jaw fell open when you saw it was him.

“Seokjin? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I don’t know—I mean, I do know. I came to see you,” he fumbled, aware he had no real clue why he was here. Things seemed easier when he was in the car ride here.

“What happened to your date?”

He couldn’t ignore the way you sounded so annoyed, defensively crossing your arms around your chest, your mouth bunching up into a slight pout that he was sure you had no clue you were making. For some reason, all he could think of was how much he wanted to kiss it off you. His conscience didn’t seem to like the fact that pout was all because of him…

“I walked out…and I used a shitty excuse so I’m very sure Kyuho is going to be on my ass when he gets home.”

“You walked out?” You repeated, your eyes widening in shock, your body language softening a little bit, but you seemed to realise quickly, your mouth becoming a stern line. All he could do was nod and you sighed, craning your neck to look down the road.

“What if he comes back right now and you blow our cover?”

At this point he didn’t care at all. He didn’t know why he was acting so crazy. Getting found out would be a stupid idea but he wasn’t thinking straight right now, hence his impromptu call at your front door.

“I just wanted to let you know that I only went on that date for your brother. I’m not interested in going on dates at all.”

You surveyed him, narrowing your eyes a little, making him anxious. “How am I supposed to know you’re telling the truth? What if you just don’t want me to date other people?”

Seokjin felt his chest tighten at the nonchalant way the words fell out your mouth, retorting again before he was able to think it through.

“And who do you want to date? That guy at the party last week?”

You scoffed immediately, making him regret it straight away. He was making this a bigger deal than it should have been. All he had to do was apologise but you were purposely trying to wind him up.

“What am supposed to think?” He added, his voice strained and he watched your features soften as you took in his face.

“Actually, I don’t want to go on dates with anyone,” you admitted, your voice small, maybe slightly embarrassed. “I thought we agreed to be exclusive last time we saw each other.”

He knew you meant exclusively fucking, that’s what you had both said that night and he still stood by it. There was no reason to see other people, not when you satisfied him enough. In fact, if he was being honest, no girl he’d ever been involved with had satisfied him this much. Even just knowing you existed was enough for him, it wasn’t just sexually…which was odd for him and not something he wanted to dwell on too much. He didn’t have the time or courage to reflect on himself.

“We did agree,” he nodded, moving closer to you, one foot on the threshold and thankfully you didn’t move away. He successfully hooked his arm around your waist before he carried on. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t know how to…what if you didn’t care and laughed at me for taking things too far?”

There was a moment of silence as he waited for a reply, feeling a little embarrassed and by the time he heard your rampant laughter he was sure he was blushing. He didn’t know why you made him like this.

“You’re nothing like I thought you were, do you know that?” You noted and he had nothing to say. Whatever curiosities he had, he bit his tongue because he was sure what you were asking was rhetorical anyway.

“If it makes you feel better, I would have liked to know…. maybe I was…jealous earlier…if you didn’t already guess…” you mumbled, stepping outside to move into his body further.

He welcomed it, loosening his grip on your waist to hold your hip instead.

“Just because we’re…just-fucking,” you rushed, not meeting his eyes, “doesn’t mean I want you to see other girls too.”

He was silent as he took your words in, agreeing wholeheartedly. Seokjin liked to fool around yes, but when he committed to one girl, he didn’t continue to play the field…whatever commitment meant in this sense. Committedly fucking his best friend’s younger sister…? It almost sounded comical—actually, it was comical. But he was too far gone to stop. You’d already gotten this far with a few setbacks, he didn’t want anymore. He didn’t want anyone else…but you…

“I agree… Just because we have all this hot sex doesn’t mean that’s all I care about…,” he joked, adding “I don’t want you dating that Sejun guy or whatever he’s called.”

He made it seem like he didn’t know that guy’s name when in truth all he could hear was the way it rolled off your tongue at the party as you said goodbye to him. It haunted him more than it should have. Thankfully, even if you did notice his jealously, you ignored it and scoffed, hitting his chest playfully before wrapping your arms around his neck.

He took a few deep breaths, basking in your citrusy scent. You must have had a shower earlier. You smelt all fresh and your hair was slightly damp, your make up free face looking radiant in the moonlight and once again he was knocked off his feet by your beauty. He liked being this close to you.

“What?” He asked after a minute or so, noticing the slight pout on your face was back.

“Nothing,” you quipped, shaking your head and pulling away slightly.

“No, come on,” he insisted, curious now. He wanted you to be able to tell him anything.

He watched you look at your feet, a light blush scattering across your cheeks. “It’s silly really…” you muttered, but he waited patiently for the rest, your eyes finally catching his.

“Tonight just sort of made me realise that I’d like us to spend more together… like normal people. Waiting for you to call me so we can sneak around makes it seem sort of sordid. I don’t like that…”

Seokjin was silent for a moment, stunned. He never wanted you to feel dirty over this. He guessed he could see how it would happen. Every time you’d been alone it had been in secret and always just hooking up. There was a massive part of him that wanted to get to know you more, in a different setting—in a different way.

“I’m sorry, it was a stupid idea,” you apologised, pulling further away, but he tugged you back, keeping your arms wrapped firmly around his neck.

“No, it’s definitely not stupid at all,” he told you. “I agree. Maybe I should take you out on a date instead?”

He shocked himself a little, and you, it seemed, by the widening of your eyes, but you paused before nodding slowly.

“I’d like to get to know you more,” you grinned shyly.

He felt his heart bloom, a feeling he hadn’t felt before, he was sure of it. All he could do was kiss you. He didn’t know what else to do with himself. Your lips were soft and he revelled in them, smiling into the kiss as he wrapped both his arms around your waist, crushing your body against his.

“Okay…” you smiled, pulling away, even thought it was obvious you didn’t want it to stop. “I think you should go now, my mom is due back any minute and this will be hard to explain,” you explained, signalling between your two bodies, but he gripped you harder, not wanting to let you go. You giggled, but pushed at his chest playfully.

“Or something worse—what if Kyuho’s on his way back?” You teased.

He admitted defeat, letting his arms drop, knowing he would have to leave. There was no way he could carry on seeing you without the use of his kneecaps… He turned to leave, falling back when you tugged at his sleeve and called his name.

“Seokjin? See you soon, I can’t wait for our date… to get to know you better…”

He grinned, stepping closer once more to bop your nose with his finger. “I’ll give you a preview… I like it better when you call me Seokjin.”

For the rest of that night all he could think about was the way your face beamed at him after he said that, even after Kyuho phoned him later on to chew his ear off…

It was the weekend when Seokjin organised your little date… you still felt weird calling it that, but you guessed that’s what it was. He was taking you to some restaurant down town and you were beyond excited. It also maybe had to do with the fact he’d told you to bring an overnight bag too. It seemed Yoongi was staying over his girlfriends, so for the first time ever, you got to spend the night with Jin. It almost scared you with how excited you felt, but this had never happened before and you’d only ever had the chance to daydream about it. Sleeping next to him just seemed…exciting! It made you giddy!

He picked you up a couple of neighbourhoods down from yours, it probably not a good idea for his car to be seen anywhere near your house and then you found yourself at the surprisingly fancy restaurant. You mean, it definitely wasn’t gourmet or anything but it was something your first year college ass wasn’t used to.

“This place is really nice,” you admired, taking a seat where the waiter had placed you.

“I come here sometimes when my parents visit me,” he explained and you smiled.

He looked good tonight. Not that he didn’t always, but tonight he was dressed in all black, his shirt buttoned and revealing his thick neck. His hair was also styled different and you had trouble keeping your eyes off his face.

“Ah, the mom you had to drive an hour and half to the other night to help?” You teased and he looked confused for a moment, wondering how you knew, until you burst out laughing.

“Honestly Seokjin, you really are something else,” remembering to use his full name.

The nickname just came easy to you because you always heard your brother use it and even your mom called him it too, but you felt flattered and somewhat special now that he had told you he liked Seokjin better coming from you. You liked it too.

“Hey, I panicked. It was for you anyway,” he defended.

“Don’t blame your idiocy on me,” you quipped, a coy smile appearing on your face as you teased him and Seokjin rolled his eyes, but you saw the slightest smile as he caught your eye, and for some reason your stomach began to flutter.

“I really hope this date goes better than that one, I think I owe Kyuho for the next decade… I can’t believe he let it slide so easily…” he carried on, picking up the menu as he flicked through it.

“It’s because he’s a good person,” you replied, and it was true. He was a good person, it almost made you feel a little guilty as you looked over at Jin, but you ignored it. You had become good at that. Maybe that made you a bad person?

“Are you saying I’m not?” Seokjin questioned, attitude in his tone, his eyes bulging comically and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“That’s what we’re here for, right? To get to know each other,” you teased, another smile appearing on your face as you caught his eye, reaching over the table to take the other menu.

You both browsed in silence. It was comfortable though. You were actually surprised. Even though you’d known Seokjin for a while, it was only ever in passing and even then, you had tried not to pay him much attention because it was like being stabbed with a hundred knives of sexual tension when you were near him. Regardless of the nature of your relationship at the moment, you were glad to have this time to get to know him like this and you were surprised how easy it was—how natural it was to joke around with him.

“Hm, I think I’ll have the spinach salad,” you said aloud, acting casual and you looked up to see him looking at you dumbstruck and you couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Oh god, please don’t remind me!” He practically wailed.  “Did he tell you everything? Have you enjoyed laughing at my expense?”

“It’s pretty funny, come on!” You exclaimed, thinking back to how annoyed Kyuho had been when he came back from his ruined double date. He’d told you everything in the process, to which of course you laughed at. A very large bit of you was just gleeful Seokjin had run off and left. You didn’t know why, but every time you thought about it, it made you grin like an idiot.

“I blame you! I was texting you under the table after all…” he shot and your eyes locked again in a flirty glance, making your cheeks heat up a little.

The night passed by quickly, without any hitches or awkward silences. It was almost unbelievable how easy it was to converse with him. You already knew that Seokjin and you had a sexual chemistry, but now it seemed like your personalities matched too. Even if this couldn’t be classed as a proper ‘date’, it was the best one you’d ever been on in your whole dating history. You kept conversation up continuously, talking about your college courses; he was majoring in Business while you were pretty sure you were going to stick to your English. You were surprised to find out that you had similar tastes in books and movies and that actually, there was much more to Kim Seokjin than met the eye. He was actually incredibly serious when he wanted to be…and incredibly sweet. You were touched when he talked about how much he admired your mother. But more than that, he was also incredibly dorky. You should have realised that by his laugh you’d heard for a while now.

Facing him across the table now, it was almost silly how you had only been only blinded by lust when it came to him. It was obviously still there (no way was that going away…), but at least now there was more of a connection. There was an actual person behind the handsome body you were fucking. And it felt good. It felt fantastic actually. Even more so knowing he was just as happy to get to know you. It put all your doubts at bay, and you tried your best not to over think anything or cast a shadow on the night. You were there to enjoy.

“Seokjin! Oh, my god! You’re going to choke to death!” You exclaimed, stifling your laugh as you watched him shovel the biggest pile of spaghetti into his mouth, half the strands sticking out, his cheeks bulging and his lips protruding out. How he still looked so good was beyond you.

You watched him chew them into his mouth, amazed, and as you giggled, looking around to see if anyone had noticed sitting near you, you saw a familiar face sitting right in the corner with his family, it seemed.

“Oh, shit…” you said out loud, eye wide as you turned to face Seokjin again.

“What is it?” He asked after a momentarily paused as he rushed to eat all his spaghetti and swallow it.

“Sejun is here with his family—right over there!” You whispered furiously, eyes shooting in his direction, panic harsh in your tone.

You watched Seokjin look in the corner, his eyes darting around until he saw Sejun. When he turned back his attitude was defensive.

“So what?” He shrugged, seeming unbothered.

“So what?! So what if he’s noticed us?! I knew this was a bad idea!”

“I doubt he’s seen us, and besides, does he even know who your brother is? Does he even know I’m your brother’s friend?”

You were silent as you thought things through. There was possibly little chance Sejun had even see you here tonight. He was a good eight tables away from you, right in the corner. And Seokjin was probably right. There was no way he could have known who your brother was, not really, and if he did, there was definitely no way he knew Jin was his friend…except …

“Well he knows you were the one who told me my brother wanted me when it was pretty obvious that wasn’t the case.”

Something else was bugging you too, but you didn’t say it. Maybe you felt too guilty… For you, it had been obvious Sejun maybe liked you… He’d been flirting with you and you stupidly had done it back because you were upset over Jin. You knew Sejun had seen you and he have a moment before you left the party, which meant he could only guess what happened upstairs. Did he think you were a bitch now? Had you upset him? These questions were probably pointless, but you knew you felt guilty for leading him on, even if it was only for a fraction of a second.

“So what?” Seokjin shrugged again. “He has no clue who I am. To him we’re just on a date. Quit panicking.”

His tone was telling you to stop worrying, and you supposed he was right. You smiled, admiring him, his mouth etched into a straight line. You liked when he was serious. It was pretty hot…and once again your mind was in the gutter…

“I suppose you’re right….”

“Let’s finish our food and then we can go back to mine, okay?” He smiled lightly, placing his hand over your and as he squeezed your heart began to flutter, remembering you were finally going to spend more than a couple of hours with him…

“So this is your room? The mystery is finally solved,” you teased, following Seokjin through the door, copying him when he kicked off his shoes.

Surprisingly his room was really tidy, or not too surprisingly, you didn’t know him that well to form an opinion. You admired some of the posters on his wall, movies and games you were familiar with, a massive Super Mario poster that was pinned beside his bed. It was pretty cute and nothing at all liked you imagine him. You couldn’t imagine him bringing back girls here to get lucky with, even more so when you noticed the little figurines that adorned his bookshelves.

“Yup,” he nodded, diving onto his bed, flat on his back as the bed bounced a little. “This is where the magic happens.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a step further into the room as he continued.

“As in, me and my hand every night when I think of you,” he grinned, his tone pleasant as if he was trying to give you a compliment.

You chuckled, amused at his confidence. “Is that supposed to get you in my pants?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you come over here and we’ll see,” he retorted, stretching his hand out for you to take.

You complied, gasping a little when he pulled you forward and you quickly caught your balance, landing on him, your free hand pressing palm first on the hard muscle that protected his chest. Your stomach began to flutter as you caught his eye. They sparkled with mischief and before you knew it he had let go of your hand to wrap it in your hair, pushing your head down to latch his mouth onto yours.

The kiss was slow at first, just tasting each other, your tongues gliding against one another as you enjoyed the first time where you didn’t have to be quick, or worry about being caught. The exhilaration was still there, but it was different tonight. You straggled his body as the kiss deepened, hearing him hum in approval. It felt like you hadn’t shared a kiss in ages and last time it hadn’t felt nearly this good. In fact, you hadn’t felt this close to him before. Granted, maybe it had to do with the fact you were lying on top of him, feeling his heart beat against yours, but it was something else altogether tonight. Seokjin wasn’t just your brother’s hot best friend anymore…  He was someone you were getting to know now… and you were liking it.

He pulled away slowly, his hand falling to your cheek as he pulled back his face to look at you, his crotch bumping into yours as he lifted his hips up.

“You’ve got me hard already,” he mumbled. “You’re magic.”

You giggled, pecking his mouth once again before shuffling until you were sitting up. He was right. He was hard, you could feel the tell-tale signs pulling at his pants and rubbing against the thin material of your tights. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought it was cute he’d gotten hard over something so gentle and slow…

You wiggled your hips over him a couple of times and he groaned, chuckling breathlessly as he threw one of his arm over his face, the other hand gripping your hip. From this angle you could only see a bit of his nose and his massive, plump lips parted as he revelled in the sensations you were giving him. You felt almost powerful watching him speechless under you, but then he spoke and you obeyed straight away.

“Take your dress off.”

You pulled the fabric over your head straight away, revealing your black bra and sheer tights. His arm dropped from his face straight away as he took your body in and you ground your hips down on him some more as watched you, enjoyment in his face. He seemed to just enjoy you gyrating your hips on him as he grew harder against you core and you felt the heat begin to build up, the friction making you grow wet. You hastened your pace, chasing his reactions, but more so his words. You wanted him to say something. You also wanted him to get naked—or tell you to get him naked, either one. You just wanted him to do something.

You grew impatient, taking initiative to undress him yourself as you leaned over him, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. He let you unbutton it all the way down, untucking it from his pants as you revealed his bare chest. You paused, not knowing what to do. Taking initiative like this wasn’t something you were used to, especially not with him. It was hot, but you wanted him to be more vocal. You wanted him to take charge. Maybe there was an obvious pout on your face as you surveyed him, your hands caught in the cotton of his shirt as you fiddled with it nervously, and he looked up, eyelids lifted in confusion.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, his voice low, having the ability to rumble through your body.

You stayed mute, not sure how to form your thoughts into words, but you guessed by the shit eating grin on his face, he already knew what the matter was, and he was loving every minute of it.

“Don’t you want to take charge tonight?” His tone dumb.

It wasn’t that. You could take charge you guess, if you wanted to. It was just you needed a little validation. Something that showed you he was enjoying it and something to get you more turned on in the process. Sometimes when you were alone you thought of all the things Seokjin had ever said to you and that was enough to make you blush and squirm right there. No guy had ever spoken to you like the way he did that night in your kitchen and you grew even more turned on as you imagined what more filth could fall out of his mouth. You whined out loud unexpectedly, tugging at his shirt caught up in your fists like a grown baby.

You wanted him to give you something.

“What is it?” He repeated. “What do you want from me?”

This time you whined again, dropping your head into the crook of his neck as you bent over him. He was stubborn and he wasn’t giving in. He knew exactly what you wanted but he wanted you to say it out loud. You were shy when it came to stuff like that and you had no idea what to say. It was only going to come out silly—and it did.

“I want you to…tell me stuff…” you mumbled into his neck and you felt the rumble of his chuckle as he wrapped his arms around your body.

“Tell you what?” He hummed into your ear, his nose brushing against your hair. “How good the weather’s been lately? How I aced that one test last week without studying at all? Hm?” He prodded, hearing you sigh in annoyance. “What is it that you want me to tell you?”

You groaned, pushing his chest with your hand. Why was he making this so hard for you? He was obviously loving it.

“I’m not good at this stuff,” you admitted, leaning your head to look him in the eye, and suddenly the grin was gone from his face, replaced with an intense stare.

Your breath hitched as his hands slipped to your waist and gripped them hard, pressing you down into his crotch, his erection still there, sending shockwaves up your body, burning between your legs.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you? Does it turn you on? Does it make you wet?”

You nodded immediately, already feeling the effects of his words, however simple they were, even more so when he began rubbing his crotch against yours.

“No one’s ever done it before, right? I’m the first?” He questioned and you nodded again, feeling him lift you back into seating position as you did so. He joined you momentarily to take off his shirt and you wanted nothing more than to grip onto his broad shoulders and kiss him, but before you could, he was shuffling backwards, bringing you with him. He grabbed a pillow to prop his head up as he laid back down. Before you could think to speak he was talking again.

“Take your bra off.”

His command sent pleasure straight to your core, excitement bursting through your veins as you obeyed quickly, not even wanting to take your time. You threw the garment off the side of the bed, feeling the cold air hit your breasts. You shivered when you felt Seokjin’s large hand reach out and brush over you stomach, gliding over the curve of your breast to cup it. His grip was gentle but it could set you off, every nerve vibrating. He was only touching a minuscule part of your body but you instantly felt warmth all over you, and coldness took its place when he pulled back. You watched him being his index finger to his mouth, wetting the pad with his tongue before he brought his hand back to your breast and circled the digit around your nipple. You gasped quietly, your body acting on instinct and you bucked into him, chasing the feeling—chasing for more. The wetness was cooling against your scorching skin, your nipple hardening even more as you arched your back, his other hand coming out to grip your hip bone, gently rocking you, creating a tantalising rhythm.

“You’re so beautiful,” he admired, your heart fluttering while your body only wanted sinful things. “Really, how did I keep my hands off you for this long? When all I could think about was how good it would be to fuck you. How did I think it would only be a onetime thing? I can’t ever get enough.”

You wanted to agree with him, but the ability to form words was failing you. Especially when he pinched at your perky bud causing you to moan, the loud, throaty noise startling you. You were losing yourself. You felt like you were going to combust watching him through your lidded eyes, lashes obstructing your view, but it just made him look sexier, as if you were watching him through a seductive hue, his shoulders and biceps flexing as he continued to feel you up. You were growing wetter by the second. Your tights feeling uncomfortable as the arousal seeped through your panties and soaked the nylon, making everything stick to you as his bulge continued to rub against your core, swollen and sensitive with need. It was crazy how aroused you were, but desire coursed through your veins, excitement for the rest of the night joining it. In the back of your mind, not only were you wanting to have sex with him again, you also wanted to sleep beside him. You didn’t know what that meant… but you weren’t going to think too hard about it. There was no point. You were going to hell anyway.

“Please moan again,” he asked, pinching you harder this time and you hadn’t realised, but you practically humping his clothed crotch. You were shameless, but ask and he shall receive; the moans left you like musical notes, filling his room.

“Remember we’re alone, you can be as loud as he like,” he told you. “I really want to hear your pretty little moans.”

“Seokjin,” you practically whined, your hands gripping his thighs. You couldn’t take it anymore. You just wanted him.

“Mm, say my name again,” he hummed, closing his eyes to revel in the sounds.

“Seokjin,” you repeated, this time breathier, trying to turn him on even more and make him snap.

All you could think about was feeling him inside of you again. Thinking about it, you’d only had sex with him three times up until now, and you knew deep down that no amount would ever be enough. You would always keep coming back for more and getting to know Seokjin more personally would just further fuel it. You moaned again, it sounding off into another high pitched whine as the burning between your legs got too much. The material between your legs itchy as it rubbed into your swollen sex.

“What’s up with you?” He teased, dropping his hand to your waist and soothing it over the skin, causing you to shudder, falling more and more pliable at his hands. “You’re so whiney—what do you want me to do, huh?”

“I want you,” you told him, your voice barely audible, but he heard you and chuckled lowly.

“Yeah, I figured—but what is it you want me to do?” He murmured, his hands sliding up your ribs and caressing the underside of your breasts, before pushing them together, moulding them in his palms. He watched them with hooded eyes, clearly enjoying himself.

At least one of you was.

You didn’t understand how he could be so calm and collected. Was his whole body not burning with a ferocious need like yours? You rolled your hips into his again, this time hard, looking down at him as you spoke, needing to play him at his own game. It was the only way.

“I want you to fuck me, please.”

You used your best puppy dog eyes, wide as you pleaded with him. You knew he liked it when you had to beg for something as he’d shown almost every time you’d had sex and his eyes flashed with desire, his hands falling to the waistband of your tights, his fingers playing with the elastic.

“I think you should work for it,” he smirked, pinging the waistband against your skin before he curled his large hands around to your ass, grabbing each cheek and moulding them together, each movement harsher than the one before. “You need to show me how bad you want my dick—take everything off.”

Your heart began to thud in excitement at his words, not needing to wait a second longer before your tugging at your tights, panties and all to rid you of the annoying material. You kneeled to the side of him as your peeled them down your thighs, needing to sit on your butt to get them all the way off, your legs wobbly from the anticipation. Seokjin continued to lay there casually but you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move as you continued to strip bare.

“Good girl,” he praised when you were naked and you felt yourself blush, feeling coy but even more turned on. “Now, come here. Get back on top of me.”

You obeyed, straddling his waist again but he stopped you when you tried to sit, making you kneel, his palms on your spread thighs. The air between your legs felt good, but the ache to be filled was still there, or just touched—anything.

“You look really good like this. I like this view best. Would you like me to fuck you like this?” He asked slowly, carefully studying every curve of your body.

You nodded the same time a whimper fell from you, just imagining what it would feel like to be fucked from this position, to feel his strong hands hold you down as he thrust up deep inside of you. You were so turned on by the thought you were surprised you weren’t dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and you buckled in surprise when you felt the pads of his forefinger and middle finger brush against your mound. “So beautiful…and this wet already… Do you think you could take my cock right now? I don’t think you could…”

You wanted to tell him you most definitely could. You could take anything he could give you but you were rendered speechless when he began to lightly circle your clit. You were so swollen the slightest of touches were sending you into a spin and you wanted to cry. You collapsed over him, your hands coming out to catch you and grip onto the sheets beside his waist, willing yourself to keep up as his digits travelled along your slit, spreading your arousal around the entrance. You gritted your teeth, your breathing becoming pitched as you willed yourself to stop pulsing around nothing, the need to be filled physically painfully.

“Please, Seokjin,” you begged, losing the will to stay sane. “Please, just do something.”

“But why?” He questioned, one eyebrows cocked as he played innocent. “We have all night…”

You groaned, your body acting on its own as you began to grind against his hand, the relief barely there as you fought for it. He chuckled, pushing you back upright and slid his hand away from between your legs. You wanted to cry. Maybe it showed in your face because he began to soothe your hip bone lightly, his thumb rubbing circles into the flesh.

“Stop pouting, and show me how you’ll take my dick. You need to practise first.”

You were confused for a second, your mind already in a haze of desire until you followed his eyes, seeing his forearm resting on his thigh, his hand under your core as the tips of his digits sparkled with your juices. You slowly looked back to his eyes to see them on you now and he nodded his head in encouragement. He was telling you to use them. He wanted you to sit on his fingers. He wanted you to finger yourself with them…

You shuffled closer, trying to find a suitable way to do this, even though you felt a little embarrassed, you wanted him so bad you were willing to do it. But that all changed when he lifted his forefinger to your entrance, running it along your folds. You gripped his wrist without thinking, carefully sinking down onto the digit. The stretch was minimal, but the relief was enough for you to sigh in pleasure, your walls pulsating around him. When you realised he wasn’t going to move inside you himself you bravely began to rise up, falling back down quickly to create a rhythm. You kept your eyes trained on his hand and you watched him place another finger up to your hole, pushing it in to meet his other one. The pleasure instantly became ten times stronger and you grunted out, shuffling on your knees to try and get comfy. The position was uncomfortable as you continued to fuck yourself using his fingers, your thighs burning as you tried to keep upright, looking at him as he grinned, panting loudly, your mouth parted.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my hand. You love it. I knew you would.” He commented.

Your grip on his wrist tightened when you felt him curl his digits up inside of you, brushing against your g-spot and sending waves of pleasure up your spine. Each time you brought your ass down he curled and you began to groan, trying to hold your breath as you willed yourself to hold it together.

“You can’t be out of breath already… if you want it to be my dick, you have to learn to ride it like a big girl. This really won’t work… Are you even able to stretch around my dick? It’s always such a tight fit, and from this angle it will fill you right up…are you sure you can do it?”

“Yes!” You practically cried, your body buckling as you fell into his chest, your hand falling from his wrist as his fingers rested inside of you. You were out of breath, exhausted from the teasing and you were this close to pleading with him to fuck you. You didn’t care. You just needed him to fill you up. Before you could find your voice though, you felt his other hand grab your ass, holding you down and then his fingers came to life.

He began to finger you hard and fast, alternating between curling his pads against your sweet spot and scissoring them apart, stretching you out, getting you ready for his dick. You cried out, your face hiding against his chest as the slick sounds of your arousal filled the room, ringing in your ears with each squelch. You could feel it running down your thighs and you imagined the sticky liquid was trickling down his wrist too. He lifted his knees up, pressing his thighs into your ass as he held you to his body, thrusting his hand lightning fast inside of you. You were sure if he kept this up you were going to come hard; each snap of his wrist was hurtling you closer the finishing line.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, just you wait,” he warned, the words rumbling in his chest and you moaned loudly, shutting your eyes tight, concentrating on the feeling of his skilled digits, trying to put bay to the excitement that threatened to consume you by just imagining his cock inside your swollen sex. But it was no use…

“Seokjin, please fuck me now,” you pleaded shamelessly.

He stopped suddenly, surprising you with the animalistic growl that left him and you looked up at him, mouth open. His hand left your ass and found your face, cupping your cheek tightly as he looked at you intently.

“Nothing would give me more pleasure,” he told you, and with that his fingers were sliding out of core, making you empty again, but you didn’t mind half as much knowing you were seconds away from getting what you truly wanted.

He fought to get his arm out from between your bodies, shocking you when you watched him bring his two fingers up to his mouth, swallowing his lips around them as he sucked loudly. His juices shone in a trail down his hand, drying in the air and you watched in awe, doubting if you’d ever seen anything as hot before in your life. He removed them with a pop before he was bringing your lips to his, kissing you eagerly and desperately, moaning loudly. It seemed his resolve was finally slipping tonight…

“Fuck—baby, get me naked,” he husked, pulling back, a line of saliva breaking that had once connected you two together. It landed on his plump bottom lip and you watched him lick it away.

You paused, your heart hammering in your rib cage before you pulled back, crawling backwards to sit over his knees, pulling at the zip of his pants. You ran your hand over his erection a couple of times, unable to help yourself. He was rock hard, it felt almost painful and you wondered how much self-control he had to endure that for so long. He moaned loudly, shocking you, the sound going straight to your core, making it throb in fresh want and you quickly finished undoing his fly, tugging at the waistband. You pulled once, twice, a third time as he lay motionless, seemingly in a daze himself, his hands running through his hair as he watched you, before you got him free, underwear and all.

His dick bounced out, the tip angry and distended, resting on his stomach, the slit shiny from the beginnings of his own arousal. You guessed with one squeeze the drops would just fall right out. You slid a little off the bed to peel everything off completely and when you sat up, you weren’t surprised to see him with his dick in his hand, slowly jacking himself off. You hovered over him, enjoying the sight before you as he smirked up at you. Upon further inspection, his breathing was also pitched a little, his chest heaving slightly and he hadn’t even entered you yet.

“C’mere, baby girl,” he growled with a nod of his head and you squealed a little in excitement, straddling him.

You moaned quietly when he rubbed the tip of his throbbing erection over your slit, circling your clit before he brought it back to your entrance. You didn’t need to wait for him to ask if you were ready and you slowly began dropping down onto him, your hole swallowing the head as it stretched around it. His breath hitched as his eyes stayed glued to your vagina, watching you take him inch by inch until you took a deep breath and slid all the way down. He moaned, his mouth stretching open in pleasure as your walls spasmed around him, and he dropped his hands to take up place on the tops of your thighs instead, holding you down.

With this position he was incredibly deep, hitting places he hadn’t been able to hit in one shot straight away. The angle took some getting used to, the burn fuzzing away into pleasure as you sat on him for a couple of moments and then you began to rock your hips back and fore, getting used to the pleasure that flowed in waves through your body.

“You’re doing so well, babe. Like my dick was made for you.” He praised.

You moaned, nodding your head in agreement as you felt him begin to rock you faster. You let him take control, knowing he knew how to make this 110% pleasurable for you. You didn’t get how he knew your body so well with how little he’d been around it… You could only agree that his dick was probably made for you. It was the only possibility. You couldn’t remember a penis ever feeling this good inside of you, having such an effect on you like this, but then again, it was attached to Seokjin, so… it sort of made sense. He drove you wild in every shape and form.

You felt him begin to thrust inside of you lightly, holding you still so he could slide in and out of you. You closed your eyes, concentrating on the feeling and tilted your body back, revelling in the heavy breathing that was coming from Seokjin’s nose as he tried to control himself. You would have never been this open in the past, ass naked in front of someone like this, but with him it just felt natural. Especially now that you had begun to get to know him better. It helped to know he wasn’t a bumbling buffoon like some of his friends seemed to be from the outside looking in. Actually, Seokjin had many sides, some you were positive you hadn’t seen yet, but it excited you to know that there was a possibility you might in the future… In fact, you wanted to get to know everything about him, and you hoped he felt the same about you… however dangerous that was.

With this new position, he had the ability to fuck you harder, taking the chance now that you had gotten used to the feeling and you moaned out louder, getting lost at the sound of skin slapping against skin, his thrusts becoming more powerful and pleasurable. You gripped onto the sheets under you, clutching hard until your knuckles turned white. You were aware that Seokjin was moaning wildly now too, encouraged by the sweet noises that were falling from your lips, enjoying your pleasure. His hands slid to hips, helping you slump your weight on him a little as he continued to snap his hips into you.

He began to go so fast you were sure you were seeing stars. The slick noises filling the room, followed by Seokjin’s pants. You moved your hands to place onto his chest, needing to change positions as the feeling of his dick inside you began to get too much, your thighs shaking around him. You watched him as he kept on thrusting, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his top lip shining too. His mouth was open, noises leaving him without any control as you moaned in unison, fuelled by each other. His chest was sticky with perspiration too as you dug your nails into the soft flesh.

“Mm, you like this, right?” He grunted out, watching your face, his hands squeezing your sides as he kept his pace going, each thrust making you cry out in pleasure.

“Hnng—Seokjin, you feel so good,” you moaned.

It was true. Maybe even too good. Each snap of his hips sent his dick hurtling into you with a ferocious intensity. You could feel it everywhere, but most of all against your g-spot. The feeling was building up and up and you could feel your orgasm nearing but for some reason it wasn’t coming. You were stuck on the edge, each thrust just adding to the pressure. It was frustrating and made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The pleasure unbearable. Your body was boiling hot, each nerve ending so delicate you felt as if you were vibrating.

“Are you going to cum? I can feel you squeezing around my cock so bad,” he husked.

Your body was working on its own accord, your walls spasming like crazy around his hard member but for some reason you couldn’t come. You needed something more.

“I-I need…” you tried to get out but nothing would come, your mind clouded.

“Use your hand, baby,” he told you, realising instantly what you meant. “Make yourself cum all over my dick. I want to feel it. C’mon.”

You were so desperate you didn’t even think twice, unlike the last time, you didn’t feel embarrassed about pleasuring yourself in front of him. You brought your hand between your legs and sighed at the instant relief. This would be enough to drop you over the edge, the double stimulation just what you needed. You sat back up, letting Seokjin slide in and out of you easily. He was huffing and puffing under you, exerting himself to help you along. One of his hands snaked up your chest to play with your breast, cupping the soft flesh tentatively and then pulling at your nipple. You buckled, your body sensitive and he continued, praising you as you fully lost yourself. Your thighs were trembling like crazy, your body tense as you felt the wave of pleasure build up. You clenched your eyes shut, concentrating on each thrust of his cock filling you up and then you exploded. You saw white, holding your breath as the pleasure took over, your fingers slowing against your clit almost instantly the orgasm was so strong, oversensitivity appearing straight away as his cock continued to move inside of you.

You were aware, despite the ringing in your ears as you tried to calm down, that Seokjin was moaning loudly as you clenched around his dick, the pressure building up as your walls became too much for him to handle. He began thrusting slowly inside of you just at the same time you collapsed on top of him, your face in his neck as you tried to control your breathing, even though it was still coming out in pants. His wasn’t any better, his hands now cupping your butt as he tried to calm himself, his movements so light inside you, you could barely feel them. You were only semi-aware you were mumbling his name into his ear and he whined loudly, turning to try and kiss you.

You fumbled a little, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss, your tongues tangling together as you laced your fingers in his hair, clutching him to you, running out of breath, an intimate embrace. The feeling was overwhelming, lost in your own little world. You almost forgot you were having sex until he spoke again, practically in pain as he cried out against your lips.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

You answered before thinking, the words falling off your tongue as you pulled back. It just felt right, especially when you could feel the effect you had on him, his dick twitching inside of you and his stomach clenching madly under you, the veins straining in his neck and his face overcome with pleasure.

“Inside of me. Please Seokjin, I want you to cum inside of me.”

There was a pause in his reaction, his eyes wide as it seemed he was mulling over your request and you worried for a moment you had said something wrong. All the times you’d had sex before it seemed he was adamant not to come inside of you. You had no idea why, you had never questioned it. But now you had asked him something you didn’t know he wanted to do and you panicked, even more so when he pulled out of you.

Before you could say anything, he was gripping your hips and spinning you around, pinning you into the bed. For a split second, you thought he was going to come on your stomach but then he was back inside of you, thrusting back into you madly. The last thing you saw before he was kissing you again was his blown-out eyes, practically black with desire, his face contorted with pleasure.

His hands were everywhere as he kissed you madly, caressing every curve of your body. As fast paced as the kiss was, this time he seemed to be taking his time to taste you and feel you. You had never kissed him like this before and once again, your mind was clouded with thoughts you didn’t understand. You had no clue what was going on right now, all you knew was that something felt different, intense. Small whimpers left him as he kissed down your neck, sucking marks into the skin that had goosebumps forming each time he moved to another spot.

He was silent other than the noises that left him so the only indication you had that he was about to come was when you felt his body stiffen, a long, drawn out groan leaving him as he filled you up. You felt all warm and fuzzy inside, your heart pounding lowly. It was a strange feeling, definitely not because of your raging sexual desire for him and you had to take deep breaths as he stayed inside of you, kissing own your chest hungrily and soothingly, his large hands cradling your body.

You don’t know how long you stayed there kissing with him still inside of you, it seemed to be forever, like you were in your own little world. When he finally pulled out and cleaned you and him up, you were in a daze. Your breathing had long since regulated but your heart hadn’t, you felt each thud intensely and you were trying to form words when you heard him giggle at you, looking at you questioningly.

“Earth to Y/N,” he called, waving his hand in front of your face. “What’s with you? I get that I’m just that good in bed, but c’mon, please control yourself,” he joked.

You shook your head, willing to clear it, forcing yourself to chuckle as you rolled over to face him. You hadn’t even realised he had placed the covers over you… You shook your head again. This was silly. It was just sex. Sex with Seokjin. You just hadn’t been expecting him to come inside of you by request. It had taken you by surprise. It felt good, but that was all. You were just floating on cloud 9 from the pleasure, but at that thought, just remembering his face and how he had acted made your heart flutter again…

You took a deep breath, laughing once more, but this time more at yourself. Seokjin looked perfectly normal now. Perfectly unaffected by what just happened. Why were you making such a big deal out of it? Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear your brother’s annoying voice tell you “it’s because you’re a girl.” How sexist and closed minded of him. He was wrong anyway. You weren’t affected… It would pass in the morning, you were just riding the waves of pleasure still. It was fine. Everything was fine. You were fine…

“What are you doing?” You asked Seokjin, watching him fiddle with his phone as he sat up in bed, trying to distract yourself.

“Setting my alarm so I can wake up early and make you breakfast before Yoongi comes back,” he replied sweetly, turning to face you with a smile and your heart just about melted.

You were most definitely not fine… 

[fireandgloryrpg]

NAME: Wesley Novak

AGE: 19

FACECLAIM: Devon Bostick

HERITAGE: Child of Thanatos

AFFILIATION: Fifth Cohort Legionnaire

STATUS: Retired (previously played by Kcat)

HEADCANONS:

Wes literally lives for Halloween. They’re usually more on the quiet and reserved side of things, but come October, their mood can switch to bright and bubbly at a moment’s notice. Halloween itself is that one rare day in the whole of the year that they don’t feel the label of “freak” clinging to their back. Wes has been finding comfort in graveyards since well before they were aware of their godly heritage, and they have often made better friends out of spirits than the living.

Wes is a solitary practicing witch. They don’t have powers like the children of Hecate or Trivia, however. Their status as a witch is purely spiritual and the craft they practice is a matter of reverence and regard to natural energies. Being thrust into the world of Greek and Roman gods has not changed their beliefs, but, in fact, widened them. Wes makes use of Temple Hill to send prayers and/or requests to the gods.

BIOGRAPHY:

!! tw: death mention, bullying !!

Imagine if you died and met your second dad. Sounds crazy, right? Well, then I guess that makes me a fucking lunatic.

Wesley Austen Novak met their godly parent en route to the emergency room. Lying there in the ambulance, they found themself blinking up at a Mr. Tall Dark & Handsome as he briefed them on two realities: one, that accepting Trevor McClane’s dare to swim across the pool in the middle of a thunderstorm was about one of the most idiotic things they’d ever done, and two, they were the demigod child of the god of death, aka. the “grim reaper”, which was one of the very few reasons why they’d be coming back from this dumbass stunt.

Wes always knew they were a little odd, but a demigod? Talk about a plot twist.

Wesley’s unbeating heart started up again seemingly on its own, to the shock and befuddlement of the Landen paramedics. As soon as they snapped up on their stretcher like something out of a horror movie jump scare, Thanatos was gone.

Wes was adopted and they were never told otherwise. Their single father was a lawyer who would be a hypocrite if he raised his kid on a lie while he preached the value of honesty. However, Wesley struggled to be honest with their father from a young age. Christopher Novak had always wanted a son. It was evident in his encouragement for Wesley to play sports, join Boy Scouts, play video games or go exploring with the other guys in the neighborhood… Wesley was good at all of these things, but they didn’t see why it was frowned upon when they invited the girls to play with the boys or why they were being lame when they wanted to do arts and crafts instead of staging an army mission on the playground. They didn’t understand, but they didn’t argue.

Wesley’s dad was everything to them. They wanted nothing more than to make him proud, and if that meant being the son he had always dreamed of, so be it. Landen, Ohio was a small, conservative, Midwestern town. Terms like genderqueer and nonbinary were practically unheard of in a district supported prominently by private religious education. Classes were tight-knit and theology was woven into the class material whether the students followed the faith that sponsored the institution or not, but the parents often paid this spiritual discrepancy little mind. The private schools held the highest ratings in the region, and who didn’t want that esteem for their child?

Wesley wasn’t the only child in the private school system who didn’t conform to the schools’ ideals. When they were admitted to their father’s Jesuit alma mater – an all-boys academy – they were just as thrilled as he was. The pride Christopher attributed to his high school had won Wesley over to the desire of attending it early on, but as the months went by, Wes started to realize that the glamour built up around St. Xavier Academy wasn’t all it was chalked up to be.

High school came with the opportunity for Wesley to start branching out and becoming their own person, but rather than drifting towards those who could have been their true friends, Wesley allowed their father to herd them with the boys of his own high school companions. Christopher had been a rather popular figure in his day, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise to Wesley when his friends, and thus their sons, also turned out to be popular among the student body. Wesley got swept up in their tide, pinned by a seemingly indomitable force of peer pressure and the need to please their parent. They pretended to be someone they weren’t, and it ended with them electrocuted in Trevor’s backyard swimming pool at a party that he wasn’t supposed to be having.

After Wesley met Thanatos, everything changed. When they say death changes a person, they aren’t kidding. Finding out they had a god for a parent turned Wesley’s entire world upside down. Suddenly it made so much sense why they spent all of their after-school study sessions in the cemetery and why they were drawn to a spirituality that dealt with balances between life and death. It also explained why their classmates in theatre kept giving them bizarre looks when they started chatting with the attractive young guy that hung around in the rafters, who, according to them, wasn’t really there.  

Wesley started doing research on their parental deity (as one does when they suddenly find out they’re a demigod) and soon became hooked on the repeated theme that death has no gender – which makes perfect sense, when you think about it. Everybody dies at some point, right? Everybody mortal, anyway. Race, sexuality, gender– in pretty much every representation around the world, Death didn’t give a fuck. And oftentimes, Death didn’t have any defining identities either. So Wesley thought, ‘If death has no gender, why should I?’ Finding courage in the history and nature of their parent finally prompted Wes to step up and release the feelings they had kept caged nearly all their life.

Coming out as genderqueer at a conservative, religious, all-boys high school didn’t go well for Wesley. They lost the fake friends their dad had matched them with, and worse, suddenly they were the one bearing the brunt of their teasing. They tried to make new friends, but having hung around with the school terrors, even on the passive fringes, meant that their name was permanently tarnished within the halls of the academy. The administration, too, struggled with how to handle their declaration when certain parents called in in an uproar. Eventually, Wes made it easy for the lot of them: they dropped out.

Christopher was furious. Wesley was mortified. He urged Wesley to return to school, assuring them that they’d work something out, but Wesley couldn’t bring themself to do so. What’d been done, was done. The child of Thanatos had seen their last of private education. The day after dropping out, while Christopher was out at work, Wesley woke up to someone’s unrelenting knocking at the front door. When they finally dragged their ass out of bed half-awake to answer it, they found a pretty little satyr quivering on the step with a folded note and a small box in hand.

The note came from their father and spoke of a camp up in New York State where they could be free to express themself away from the threats of the mortal world. The small box contained a gift – a simple necklace with a black, crescent moon pendant hanging on the string. ‘Not to be rude,’ they told the satyr, ‘but this is all starting to sound a little far-fetched to me.’ Wesley kept the pendant but, with their apologies, sent Sage – the satyr – away. Not even her hooves had yet convinced them out of their gloom. It wasn’t until they took a walk over to their favorite cemetery that afternoon to think things over that Wes came abruptly face-to-face with the fact that they weren’t actually going crazy. One doesn’t exactly unsee a young, grieving widow transforming into a bloodthirsty empousa, nor do they forget their necklace expanding into the form of a large and very very sharp scythe at its owner’s sense of danger. The scythe bit probably would have been cooler if Wes had had the slightest clue how to use it; but alas, it was Sage who saved the day.

The satyr led them to safety and further to the sanctuary of Camp Half Blood. Wesley didn’t get to say goodbye to their father and he was never enlightened about their true parentage. For his own safety, Wesley has not contacted him since their departure.

Wesley arrived at Camp Half Blood when they were sixteen years old. In April of 2017, they transferred to Camp Jupiter and joined the Legion in hopes of improving their combat skills and someday taking up classes at UNR. Their aloofness, lack of recommendation, and lax attitude toward authority has placed them in the Fifth Cohort, but Wes doesn’t pay any mind to labels. They’re still figuring out their place in this world of gods and monsters, and being a graceus in Roman territory doesn’t make it any easier.

[sugas-kookies]

Bulletproof Wings (Pt.1) [Taekook]

Summary: Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy who had everything everyone else wanted: Good grades, good looks, a multitude of talents, and popularity. Yet despite having the world in the palm of his hand, Jungkook felt restless; he had no plans for his future whatsoever. Life for him was a cycle of predictability. That is, until he discovered his feelings for Kim Taehyung weren’t completely platonic. He begins to live his life ideally with excitement at every turn, but Jungkook soon finds himself realizing that maybe a dull life wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Jungkook x Taehyung

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.5k

Part 1

Jeon Jungkook was your typical above average high school graduate; he was relatively popular, got good grades, and excelled at any extra-curricular activity that he tried. Outside school as well as in, he was known to be the perfect boy with a pretty face, “The Golden Kid”, as his friends and strangers alike called him. All of his classmates and peers would repeatedly tell him things like how jealous they were of his skills or how he had the world in the palm of his hand.  Jungkook, on the other hand, felt the exact opposite of what everyone else was thinking. Life was, to put it simply, quite boring. He had no dreams, no aspirations, no vision of a future for himself, all he really wanted was to have some excitement in his life. He just wanted to let loose, to not give a damn about any rule or expectation that people put on him, to experience his youth to the fullest extent. Needless to say, living irresponsibly wasn’t so simple, so Jungkook was stuck between what he desired to do, and what he was required to do.

The closest he ever felt to being free was when he screwed around with his friends at their secluded hangout on the edge of town. There, he could practically do anything that came to his mind with little or no consequence, the feeling of having no responsibilities setting into his entire being, always leaving him craving for more.

It was this place that he was currently walking to, with nothing around but the distant sounds of people and the rhythmic thud of his feet on the pavement. The sun was setting low in the sky, casting a beautiful array of colors into the sky, a sight that if Jungkook didn’t see every time he walked down this path, he might have found it to be quite spectacular. He sighed to himself as he continued walking down the quiet, abandoned street; it seemed that just about everything he looked at somehow reminded him of his unquenchable boredom of the life he was currently living.

What would have been a peaceful walk to the hideout was ruined by a force crashing into him from behind, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“Jung-Kook-ie!” a voice cheered playfully as Jungkook stumbled a few feet, still trying to catch his breath from being startled.

“God damnit Jimin,” he huffed as he straightened up, glaring daggers into the smaller boy in front of him. Park Jimin was one of Jungkook’s longtime friends; they had practically grown up together. That closeness didn’t make him any less of a nuisance unfortunately. Jimin seemed to only have two sides to him: impish and playful, or just downright affectionate and clingy, both of which could get onto Jungkook’s nerves within minutes. Nevertheless, he still considered him one of his best friends despite his annoying habits; after all, he had been a very good friend to him growing up.

Jungkook eyed his friend for a second time and finally noticed the fluffy, bubblegum pink hair that was on top of his head, “Please tell me that’s just a shitty wig, and not your actual hair…” He groaned, slapping his hand over his face dramatically.

Jimin laughed, his voice tinkling in the quiet air around them, “Come on, of course it’s my actual hair! I told you I was gonna dye it pink someday, did you not believe me?”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook replied, “I guess I never expected you to get the money to dye your hair such an outrageous color. You’re always complaining about how broke you are.” He dodged a playful swing that Jimin sent his way, smirking. If there was one thing he loved to do, it was to irritate Jimin. Sure, it was hypocritical of him, but damn if he didn’t do it anyway.

The pink haired boy pouted as they began their walk to their hangout, “You’re one to talk about fashion choices, Kookie. Half the time you look like you grabbed clothes out of a dumpster!”

“My fashion choice can’t be too awful if every girl at school wanted to date me,” Jungkook replied cockily, giving Jimin a shit eating grin. He never was one to brag about his looks, but that certainly didn’t mean that Jungkook didn’t find a way to use them to his advantage.

Jimin groaned, face palming to try and contain how much he wanted to cringe, “Oh my god, you’re turning into Jin more and more each day…”

Jungkook let out a ringing laugh as he and Jimin reached the hideout that they shared with the other boys. It was a dump in every sense of the word. The hangout was basically just a dingy underpass of an old highway that was rarely ever traveled. It was easy to tell that the place was frequented by delinquents due to the immense amount of graffiti that covered the walls; old trash blew in and out with the wind that made the hangout appear even more disheveled. Despite the subpar conditions, the boys didn’t consider it any less of a home. They even drug in a couple of old abandoned couches that looked like some kind of animal got a hold of them and tore them to shreds to make the place cozier.

The two young men made their way into the underpass, approaching the two older figures who were sitting on the couch, “Jin, Joonie, is there ever a time when you two are apart?” Jungkook teased as he plopped down on the musty couch next to them, “You guys might as well go ahead and get married already.”

Jungkook had met the two older boys, Seokjin and Namjoon, about the time he entered high school. Seokjin was lined up to become a doctor someday, already working his way through med school, while Namjoon was an aspiring musician who currently tutored kids at Jungkook’s school to make ends meet. He remembered meeting them for the first time and feeling a sense of not only respect but also a little intimidation towards them, but that feeling pretty much disappeared once they revealed themselves to be complete goofballs. The pair had apparently been inseparable childhood friends, much like Jungkook and Jimin, except Jungkook sometimes had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that maybe their relationship wasn’t entirely platonic. He never had any proof or reason to think that way though, so he never brought up the matter with anyone. Whether they were actually boning each other behind the scenes or not, Jungkook didn’t really care all that much; they were good people and even better friends, so he didn’t have any complaints.

Namjoon shot Jungkook a glare for his previous comment while Jin let out his squeaky little laugh, “The same could be said about you and Jimin too, punk.” Jungkook just put up his hands in response, knowing better than to get on his older friend’s bad side.

Jimin let out a small moan as he stretched, turning to the older boys and asking, “So where is everyone else? Usually at least Hobi gets here before us.”

The two eldest shrugged, “We don’t know either, but my guess is that Hobi got distracted street dancing and Yoongi most likely overslept. It’s strange that Tae isn’t here though, he’s usually pretty good about being here on time…” Jin added, biting his lip in thought.

“I don’t always oversleep you ass,” A voice echoed loudly, making the boys turn their head towards the entrance of the hangout. There stood Yoongi, a dark haired man of a small stature, but with a temper that nothing could put out once inflamed.

“Yoongi!” Jungkook called out as Yoongi approached the group of boys, his usual stoic expression on his face, “What took you so long to get here?”

He smirked as he sat down on one of the free couches, setting down the cases of alcohol he had brought with him, “I was…preoccupied with things. But I probably shouldn’t mention with what, they’re children present.” As if on cue the boys immediately started laughing and jeering, impressed at Yoongi’s suave attitude.

All of them besides Namjoon that is, he just scoffed and said, “That’s a damn lie, you were sleeping up until now, I guarantee it!”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in defiance, “No, I wasn’t sleeping,” but after a few seconds of staring Namjoon down he sulked, “Fine, maybe I was…”

They all laughed as they settled down to wait for the remaining two boys. Jungkook remained relatively silent, just observing his friends as they interacted with each other. God, he had missed times like this. Up until he graduated, Jungkook hadn’t had the time to just hang out so carefree like this in way too long. That was the best thing about his friends; no matter how long they spent apart, they could meet up and talk like they had just seen each other yesterday. Despite how happy he was, the little voice in the back of his head silently screamed for something more, that there was something huge missing out of Jungkook’s life and that he needed to go searching for it. It was constantly scratching at the insides of his skull, relentlessly reminding him of how mundane his life was, which was a feeling he couldn’t stand but he had no idea of how to alleviate it.

‘Stop it Jungkook,’ He scolded himself, ‘Nothing’s going change with you internally moping all the damn time. Just shut up and enjoy yourself.’ Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts when Yoongi silently passed him a beer bottle, handing more out to the other boys as well. He gratefully took the bottle from him, murmuring a quiet thank you before twisting the top off and taking a big swig of the bitter liquid. He scrunched his face a little at the taste, but continued to drink from the bottle as he conversed with his friends. He figured that he’d never get used to the taste, but he knew that he definitely liked the buzz that he would get from it later, or if he was lucky, the feeling of just being entirely shitfaced.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hangout, signaling that someone was approaching. Jungkook turned his head to see Hoseok walking down the tunnel towards them, his face as bright and cheerful as ever. Everyone greeted him warmly, yet Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of disappointment that Taehyung wasn’t following immediately behind him.

Kim Taehyung was interesting. He had only came into town about a year and a half ago with a cheerful personality and a cheerier, box like smile that made even the most stoic person smile softly back. Despite his sunshine appearance, Jungkook had a feeling there was something deeper that the man seemed to put a lot of effort to conceal. They were little signs, such as a certain look in Taehyung’s eyes or a certain way he would word his sentences, but Jungkook was observant enough to pick up on these seemingly trivial things. He had tried asking the other boy’s their opinions, but they all seemed to think that he was just reading way too deeply into things.

So for Jungkook, Taehyung had become almost an obsession, a handsome enigma to carefully unwrap and solve. Jungkook didn’t know whether he wanted to know just for the sake of knowing or whether he felt emotionally obligated to devote his life to the guy, but all he knew was that the mystery at least kept him relatively entertained. Admittedly, Taehyung was certainly a sight to see, so it was only natural that Jungkook seemed to always find his eyes gravitating towards him, right?

Jungkook mentally shrugged off his thoughts, downing more of the booze in his head in an effort to mute his internal ramblings. About an hour passed like that, with Jungkook switching from goofing off with his friends to practically chugging alcohol to stop himself from thinking too much. He had burst into a fit of giggles at something Hoseok had said when he heard light footsteps entering the hangout.

To his delight, it was the man he had secretly been waiting for all along, Kim Taehyung. Jungkook immediately got up and half stumbled his way towards his friend, feeling a little tipsy from the three beers he had already consumed, “Hey, it’s about time you decided to show up, Tae. What took you so long?”

Taehyung gave his usual cheery smile and scratching at his brown hair, simply replying, “Oh, I had some family things that I got caught up in, sorry for being late.”

Jungkook squinted at his face, trying to read his expression. Sure enough, on the surface he looked as happy as his smile, but upon closer inspection, Jungkook could see the tenseness behind his smile. He opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, but just closed his mouth and ushered Taehyung to sit in the spot next to him. ‘Fuck, I should have said something…,’ Jungkook mulled to himself as he sat down next to Taehyung, ‘But I’m not entirely sure if I’m seeing things correctly, or just seeing what I want to see. Plus, being tipsy doesn’t exactly make me have confidence in my observational skills.’

“Finally! Now we can get this party started,” Namjoon whooped, handing Taehyung a beer and cracking one open for himself. “So…what was it that we planned to do again?”

Everyone looked at each other to see who knew the answer, but obviously no one remembered why they had even gathered in the first place. “Do we ever really have a plan when we hang out, Joonie?” Jin laughed, smacking Namjoon’s arm playfully, “We don’t have to do anything to have a good time, you know.”

Jimin groaned, rolling his eyes at the pair on the couch, “Well, maybe for you two lovebirds, but I’ll go crazy if we just sit here drinking beer and doing nothing.” Jimin ducked at the bottle that Namjoon had thrown his way, snickering mischievously.

Hoseok jumped up in excitement, spilling a little bit of his beer in the process, “Hey, why don’t we play truth or dare?”

Taehyung chuckled, eyes sparkling in amusement, “Isn’t that something school girls play? We’re way too old for that kind of shit.”

“Awww come on, it’ll be fun!” Hoseok pouted, looking at everyone else for back up, “Any time someone declines a truth or dare, they have to chug two whole beers, and we all take a shot for any sexual questions. ‘Cause we all know there are going to be some pretty sexual questions going around.”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “Hey, it passes the time and gives us the chance to get shitfaced, count me in.” Jungkook playfully nudged Jimin’s shoulder, “You’re so dead when it’s my turn to ask a truth or dare.”

Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest, “Are there any rules? Like what’s of limits to ask, no targeting one person…” When Hoseok shook his head, he broke out into a devilish grin, “I’m in.”

“Now, we have to be careful about alcohol consumption,” Seokjin chided, “We can’t have anyone passing out, or worse, ending up in the emergency room. If someone’s at their limit, we can’t let them drink anymore.”

“Yes, Mother, you’re caring as always,” Hoseok giggled as he settled back down in his spot, “You’re the med student after all, I’m sure you know what’s best. So is no one opposed to playing?”

Jungkook looked at Taehyung and made a ridiculously pouty face, silently urging him to play. After rolling his eyes and pushing Jungkook’s face away, Taehyung replied, “Fine, count me in I guess.”

Everyone cheered and toasted their drinks excited to begin their game. The game was slow to start, with everyone unsure of what questions to ask. They all soon found out it was way more fun to just dare everyone to do the most ridiculous tasks, such as Yoongi having to give Hoseok a lap dance, Jimin having to lick the bottom of Taehyung’s foot, and making Jin and Namjoon go streaking. Each dare was wilder than the next, everyone getting drunker with each dare that was passed up. Soon enough, everyone was completely and utterly shitfaced, yet still determined to embarrass the shit out of each other.

“Jungkookie, I have the perfect dare for youuuu” Jimin half sang, half laughed, mischievousness lighting his dark eyes.

Jungkook scoffed at him, waving his hand in the air for him to continue, “Bring it on, mochi boy, I can take whatever you dish out.”

Jimin glared at Jungkook for a moment, unamused by the nickname he gave him before continuing, “I dare you to kiss Taehyung. No! I dare you to full on make out with him, no copping out!” Everyone hollered and jeered, dying to see if Jungkook would actually go through with the ridiculous dare.

If his face didn’t look a little sick, Jungkook sure felt like it. ‘Why the hell would Jimin request that of all fucking things?’ He thought angrily to himself, but Jungkook knew there was no changing Jimin’s mind once he was set on something. ‘If I decline, I’ll have to drink two more beers, and I can already feel my liver wanting to quit on me…’

Jungkook looked at Taehyung to gauge his reaction. Taehyung looked back at him with a flushed face and half lidded eyes, a sight that sent an unwelcomed jolt to Jungkook’s groin. He scooted closer to Jungkook, cupping the sides of his face with his large hands, “I don’ care, let’s fuckin’ do it.” Taehyung slurred, his hot breath on his face sending a shiver down Jungkook’s spine.

Before Jungkook had any time to react, he felt Taehyung’s lips crashing onto his own. Jungkook froze for a moment, trying to wrap his drunk brain around what was happening. His friend, Kim Taehyung, was kissing him, and actually putting effort into kissing him. And damn if it didn’t feel like the best feeling in the world, unparalleled to any kiss Jungkook had before with his previous girlfriends.

Any other time, Jungkook would have questioned himself, asked himself why he was enjoying a kiss from a friend way more than he should, but the intoxicated part of him couldn’t give two shits as to why he was liking the feeling of Taehyung’s plump lips on his own. Almost instinctually, Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed as he began to kiss back, grabbing the edges of Taehyung’s jacket to pull him even closer. Jungkook’s body was like fire, and Taehyung was the gasoline fueling him to burn more. There was so much going on: Taehyung’s hands running through his hair, being pushed down on his back, and feeling Taehyung’s tongue slip into his mouth, and Jungkook didn’t have the time or the patience to register it all. He was too lost in how good it all was making him feel that he just let go and let his body take over, almost like functioning on autopilot.

It wasn’t until Taehyung broke for air that Jungkook could hear the other boys going crazy with shouts of “Oh my god they actually did it”, “They seriously just gave it their all”, and “Wait, are they dating? You don’t kiss like that and not be dating”.

Taehyung smirked down at Jungkook, biting his lip before sitting up off of him and acting like he didn’t just practically suck Jungkook’s face off. Breathless and dazed, Jungkook slowly sat up and stared off into space as he registered what had just happened.

‘Oh my god, I just fucking made out with Taehyung,’ Jungkook stared at him, seeing him drunkenly interacting with the other boys casually as though he didn’t have a care in the world, ‘How the fuck is he so calm about this? Did that kiss not feel the same for him as it did me?’ That thought sent a wave of pain to his heart, the thought made Jungkook sad but he wasn’t quite sure why.

Or so he wanted to tell himself, but Jungkook knew the feeling, and he knew it well. It was loneliness, desire, and fear, all rolled into one. This unstable feeling that was welling in his chest was love, even though his conscious brain was fighting with every fiber of it’s being against the idea, deep down he knew it was true. He had this feeling before with a previous girlfriend, but nowhere near this magnitude. Jungkook had fallen in love with his pretty puzzle, he had fallen in love with Kim Taehyung. Somehow, in some way, he had managed to let these feelings fester in secret, bubbling to the surface from what should have been just a stupid little dare.

Jungkook sat there, tuning out the shenanigans of the other boys, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do about being in love with one of his friends. Part of him wanted to be too drunk to remember this in the morning, but part of him never wanted to forget that kiss, the taste of Taehyung, the way he looked so breathtakingly beautiful with his disheveled hair and dark eyes looking down into his own. Jungkook sighed and leaned his head back into the couch, staring at the ceiling through drooping eyes.

He was so fucked.