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tange-my-rine · 10 months ago

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bun in the oven || Tangerine × afab!reader

Summary: The two lines were haunting you. Of course, it was after a month's trip -when you hadn't seen him in so long. So, you spent an insane amount of time thinking just how he'd react and if your world would come crashing down as soon as he'd heard the words. You were totally fine. Totally.

TW: unplanned pregnancy, worrying, blood, injuries, cursing (it's Tangerine) and all things bullet train.

[[A/N: I use gender neutral pronouns, but you are pregnant so... I hope that opens it up to more people. Enjoy :)]]

He'd been gone for at least a month. You actually weren't sure, it was kind of blurry; you'd been working so much and then you'd... Well, you'd missed your period and made an appointment and they tested your blood.

Every day since then had been monotonous, ringing in your ears and your brain running 100 miles a minute. You stayed home most of the time, eating some weird food combination (you honestly thought it was a myth), and being nervous out of your goddamn mind.

It's not like you'd ever talked about this. You talked about the future, yeah, and he was always saying 'I'm goin' to marry you one day, love' with those eyes.

He said it once with his head in your lap and your hand twisted into his hair, blue eyes all soft and sappy -like he couldn't believe you were even there. He'd said it again when you gently cleaned off a cut along his cheekbone, between his legs as he sat on a stool -he didn't even take his eyes off you for a second. All soft words and even softer smiles.

You did believe him, you did.

But you hadn't yet, and they were just words -no matter how genuine and earnest they seemed.

Everything in your body tingled, and you weren't sure you were even thinking straight for weeks. That's probably why when he'd showed up, you'd been the most tired you'd ever been but still somehow bouncing off your toes. You felt like a bundle of nerves just waiting to explode.

Initially, you weren't sure you even wanted to tell him then. He would be tired and bloody and hurt- You weren't positive it'd be the best time, but at the same time, you really couldn't hold it any longer than a night.

Or you didn't think you could. You really should've known better.

"Tan," you hummed, gathering his face up in your hands -turning him at different angles to see the slices and scratches littered along his skin. They were tiny, you noted, less like a knife -a big long scar, and more like... well, thorns.

"Glass," he muttered back, slow and tired, "-broke a fuckin' window, didn't have time to move."

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He paused for a moment, eyes lazily drifting across your skin -always with that look.

"Don't lie to me, Tan."

"Never, darling," he smiled, a soft one that you knew was specially reserved for you, "-I think I bruised my ribs, 'at's about it."

"Honest?" You questioned, eyes heavy on his.

"Honest, love," he reiterated -eyes still following you like you were that of a dream and he hadn't woken up yet.

"Good," you echoed, trailing to grab his hand and bring him to the stool -it was your makeshift doctor's office at this point. A drawer in the kitchen filled with first aid, all ready for these nights; you'd started it after the first few visits. You think after the first time he came home bleeding you'd started stashing it all away.

"Lemon okay?" You questioned, digging around the drawer -wipes and bandages.

"Worse than me," he spoke quietly, eyes not leaving your face as you dabbed at his face, "-doctored 'im up the car. He's alright now. Conscious enough to talk about his fuckin' trains."

You smiled, he was always so worked up about his brother -wasn't he?

"He say you were a Gordon again?" You teased, trailing over a cut above his eyebrow -fingertips soft and gentle.

"No," he huffed, "-not a fuckin' Gordon."

"I know, honey," you laughed, ever-so-slightly, "-you don't have to convince me."

His lips curled into a smile, cheeks crinkling -part of you wanted to trace his crow's feet, brush your fingers into his hair. Later, you told yourself.

If you had a later, something in your mind chimed.

You stiffened, breath hollowing in your chest, hand held still against his skin; you stood a bit frozen. Rigid edges, and breaths short and quick. Something in you wondered if he could tell, if he could sense-

Tangerine paused, turning his face to match your eyes -fingers (you absentmindedly noticed blood underneath his fingernails) tilting your face with the softest of brushes, "Everythin' alright, darling?"

"What?"

He tilted his head, ignoring your movement to keep bandaging him -other hand gently wrapping around your wrist, stopping you in your place. Blue eyes swimming across your own like he was trying to read you, like he could tell.

"You're all stiff," he pressed his lips together, thumb rubbing circles into your wrist.

"I'm just tired, Tan," you smiled tightly, not quite reaching your eyes before stepping forward to bandage him more.

He merely held you in place, holding your eyes with no hesitation, "That's a bullshit answer, you know 'at."

"Look," you sighed, "-can we talk about it tomorrow? When we've both slept?"

"Not if you're upset," he frowned, preturbed by your behavior -you should've known he could tell.

"Tan," you paused, careful -your voice gently shaking, something you'd only hear if you were really listening, "-I really don't..."

"Love," he tilted his head -eager to match your eyes, keep your attention, "-tell me."

You don't know what happened, if it was his voice, or his eyes, or his hands. You couldn't tell. Something bubbling up in your throat, and burning the backs of your eyes, you really didn't want to do this now-

Something crossed over his face, as he scooted down from the stool -with ease sliding his hands down your arms, keeping you there. Tangerine knew you too well.

It slipped past your lips before you could even think about it.

"I'm pregnant."

His mouth opened before he could think about it -something instinctual, "Right, and I'm the Virgin fuckin' Mary."

"Tangerine."

He paused, eyes sifting across your face -something passed through his again, something new, something you had never seen before. You swallowed, hands curled into themselves so hard that you might have bled -you couldn't tell, you were numb.

"You..." he echoed, throat dry and eyes wide open, "You're serious?"

You flattened your lips, eyes burning and tears gathering -your hands shaking and your brain thrumming in your head. You couldn't speak.

"Darling, I didn't-" he paused, swallowing hard, "-I shouldn't have said fuckin' anythin, I didn't mean- I... fuck, seriously?"

"Tan-"

He breathed out, still holding your arms in place, "Are you... Are you happy, love?"

"Are you?" You pushed through, "-I've... I've spent a month wondering if you were going to just... leave me."

"Oh, love," he sighed, bringing up his hands to cup your face -soothing in a whisper, "-love, listen. I could never, I would never leave you. You'd have to fuckin' drag me out yourself, actually-"

You laughed.

"-I'm... I wouldn't leave you," he spoke gently, eyes dipping to your stomach -there was nothing there yet, "-'specially not now."

"You're not upset?" You echoed, something shaking in your voice -he frowned at the noise, loosely pushing forward to kiss you.

His mustache tickled your lip. It was something short and sweet, warm, and sent something fluttering in your chest.

"'Course not," he hummed, hands lowering to flatten on your stomach, a smile flashing across his face, "-Actually am rather happy."

"Yeah?" Your voice cracked out, tears finally leaving your eyes -his thumbs were quick to wipe them, "-You are?"

"Very," he laughed, something of tears in his own eyes -you only smiled brighter.

"Even," you started, suddenly, "-Even with your line of work? That... You can't have a family with-"

"I'll stop," he blurted out, rash and without thought but still genuine, "-'Ave to finish a few things, tie up some loose strings but I'll... I'll stop. We can live off my money for awhile."

"Tangerine," you let out a breath, "-I can't ask you to-"

"You're not," he interrupted, bubbling up like he couldn't stop talking.

"What about... What about these nine months? Are you-" you paused, before rewording, "-Are you going to be here?"

"God, am I going to be here," he let out a weepy sort of laugh, "-I'm not leavin' your fuckin' side darling."

"What about-"

"What nothing, love," he interrupted again, now holding your face again, and he was crying you realized, "-I'm goin' to take care you. Everyday. No one can fuckin' stop me-"

"What about the danger?" You spoke, rational and clear -it was your baby, after all.

"Lemon'll move in," he said -firm and direct, "-and God forbid anyone try and get their hands on you, love. I'll rip 'em to fuckin' shreds-"

"Okay, okay," you laughed, slipping your hands over his shoulders -trying to calm him, "-I think we get it, Tan."

"We," he muttered, a little mystified -grin so wide it almost hurt to look at as he sunk to crouch in front of you, pressing his forehead to your stomach.

"Yeah, we," you reiterated, smiling big and wide.

He heaved a deep breath into your stomach, holding himself there for a minute. A bit like he needed it. You didn't mind.

And as he whispered against your stomach tiny little promises that you knew he would keep, you wondered why you ever thought he would leave you. He may be a dick sometimes, but he's not... he would never.

"I'm gettin' you a fuckin' ring."

Yeah, you thought to yourself, I'll be just fine.

#bun in the oven #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 2 years ago

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Hello!! I hope you’re doing okay, this is my first BSD request so I was hoping if I could ask for Kunikida, Dazai. Fukuzawa and Ango with a s/o who is a hopeless romantic! Like they love LOVE if you get what I mean? Their love language is every love language! A s/o who is super affectionate, and has a lot of love in their heart for their partner and their biggest simp!

Thanks so much!! 🥰

Love-o-virus

Headcanon: Love is something expressed, with actions ft Kunikida, Dazai, Fukuzawa , Ango Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting Hi! tysm for the request, I hope you are doing great as well. This headcanon is so wholesome I hope it aren't that disappointing.

Kunikida:

How do I even start with this man?

You would randomly bargain into the office to hug him. (Dazai be laughing at Kunikida's face)

Now, this man has everything timed and we know how busy he gets, but that doesn't stop him from receiving a hug from you.

You would write letters for this man, and I am pretty sure he has a box full of it at his room just dedicated to the things he receive from you.

He would return home tired and dejected perhaps, thanks to Dazai but your forehead kisses would always bring a smile on his face.

Now its not only you who would be such an affectionate one in the relationship.

He would totally bring breakfast to bed if you ever overslept. (He doesn't impose his schedules on you , he is such a sweetheart)

Who says everything is perfect when scheduled? Your affection for him was the only schedule he never made, and is the only schedule he ever broke.

You would probably be texting this man 'Next time I hug you, I probably won't let go for a long time.' just for him to hurry up and get home so that you can hug him again.

Kunikida is 100/100 rule breaker for you and only you.

Dazai howling at the backstage. *bonks Dazai*

Dazai:

We all can agree he would love this

He thought you were someone who despite romantic moves and affection considering your past conversations with him.

He legit screamed "Y/N GOT LOVE-O-VIRUS" Just because you kissed him more then thrice that day.

This boy loves it when you hug him from behind.

We all know this man might as well as be traumatized and haunted by his past, so you being his lover, suggests forces him to lie down and sleep

What on earth did I think about all the time before you?

Your affections just make him so happy that ADA team gets scared.

"I always wake up smiling. I think it's your fault."

Power couple 10/10>>>>>

"Even though I'm unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you, and I will continue to love you forever." Totally can imagine Dazai speaking this to you as you both will be cuddling.

You would just gift this man some perfume and hand knit sweater and the next day his appearance would be so different. Did he really had that long legs???

As much as you worship him, he worships you more. Hope this aren't going yandere next

I don't know if you read Reunion with blood and tears, But like i said, i can totally imagine Dazai receiving headpats makes him feel safe.

I honestly imagine him being touch starved, and with all that trauma he received at such an young age, his S/O being super affectionate gives him comfort and bonus.

Dazai deserves better

He loves whenever he returns home and is welcomed by a warm hug.

You two would often be drinking alcohol by the balcony and your drunken state would tell him how much you love him.

He loves you

Fukuzawa:

He still gets surprise with your sudden interactions

Lets be honest, you will be hugging this man and he would do nothing but return the hug and smile.

You would probably be gifting him a cat someday on his birthday and he would probably be so happy he would return a favor with a kiss and maybe hugs

YOU & CATS>>>>>>> that's his ideology.

THIS RELATIONSHIP>>>>>> its pure fluff

If you ever flirted with this man, in your youth days it would probably be "If loving you was a job, I'd be the most deserving, dedicated, and qualified candidate. In fact, I'd even be willing to work for free!"

He would let you style his hair whatever you feel like it, even if it ruins or ends up knotted. But he loves you so its worth it.

I am pretty sure he would love it whenever he returns home and sees you setting up the table for both of you to eat. I MEAN YOU WAITED FOR THIS MAN TO RETURN HOME DESPITE YOU WERE LOWKEY HUNGRY.

Please he is just lucky to have you.

Your adoptive ADHD child Ranpo along with the rest of ADA team would be dropping off and visiting you on weekends, where you all would play board games minus the yelling in monopoly.

He would probably giving you massages whenever you felt stressful and hug you in a comfortable way.

You both feel safe in each others presence.

You would be scrolling down the street, as your hand intervene his watching the peaceful Yokohama city you protected and preserved.

Ango:

this man is very microwavable.

Blushing 10/10

Your way of affections to him was headpats and nose kisses.

You both work as partners, so its very normal for you to slip your hands into his

Nose kisses>>>>>>

You would be randomly be resting your head on his shoulders whenever you take a mini break and he would always reply you with 'Y/N- we are at work'

You would always pass comments along the line 'You are literally the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.' only for him to blush.

Please he cant even act serious when you are around him standing so protectively. You are just damn cute for him.

You would be making him Coffee as he overworks, even if it meant to wake up at 1 am and make something for him.

His heart melts every time you do small acts for him.

Making coffee? His clothes fully laundered? You making sure he eats food? Yeah every small thing you do for him makes him feel loved and just bring back all the zoo feelings in his stomach again as a high school teenager.

I lowkey doesn't feel like it was exactly written along the lines of what was requested, but I hope this doesn't disappoints you.

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cmncisspnandmore · 1 year ago

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One Night Stand; Part 3

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

Warnings: OOC Simon (kinda?), fluff, alcohol, pregancy, talks of abortion, vomiting,

Summary: Its been 3 months since your night in the sheets with Simon and your life just got a whole lot more complicated.

A/N: I know, I know. okay. I get it. Not everyone like the pregnancy trope, so if you dont im sorry. If i lose some readers for this then im sad to see you go but i hope to see you in future writings i do for the COD men. This is not going to be like other pregnancy tropes that get all mushy and fluffy and light after. This story will be filled with dark themes coming in later chapters that i hope will keep people interseted. We all know Simon Riley's life cant be easy, so if you're still here after this part. Buckle up. Its a wild ride.

Word Count: 5,015

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2

The bar looked exactly the same as it did three months ago. The music wasn't as loud, but that was probably because it was still early. Many people were still at work at 5pm on a Thursday.

Not you, you had found a job working online, writing articles for business pages. It wasn't the most exciting thing in the world but it paid well, and it occupied most of your time. An added bonus of not leaving for work was you never had to worry about coming home from the office to find someone on your couch. You shake your head trying to clear the thoughts. You weren't even 100% sure why you were here, the chances that Soap even knew Simon were slim. But he had said he knew almost everyone that came to the bar.

So there was a chance.

One you couldn't pass up, you had to at least try.

Wrapping your coat around you tighter, you walk into the bar. The dim lights reflect off the shiny tables. A few people sit at them, watching a replay of a game on tv. You glance around behind the bar, looking for the familiar mohawk.

It pops up from behind the bar towards the end, Soap holds a bin of limes in his arms. He sets the bin down on the shiny black countertop, pulling a small cutting board out from the top of the bin and a knife. He slices a lime in half as you slide into the seat in front of him. His blue eyes meet yours and a smile breaks out on his face.

“Lass! Good to see ya, you disappeared on me the last time ye were here!” He smiles, turning the lime and cutting it again.

“Sorry about that, I needed to clear my head, I hope I didn't upset you,” you smile back, placing your hands on the bar.

“Nay, what can I get for ye? Vodka Soda?” he asks, setting the knife down as he turns towards the shelves of alcohol behind him.

“Uh, actually, can I just have water instead?” You bite your bottom lip and Soap nods, grabbing a glass and filling it. He slides the glass of water in front of you, and you stare down into it.

“Everything okay?” he asks, looking at you with one raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, I'm fine. Early day tomorrow ya know? Don't want to be hung over is all.”

“Aye i get that, so what brings you here?” Soap leans his forearms against the bar, “Miss me?” He smiles.

You can't help but roll your eyes, “Oh totally,” you laugh.

“I knew it, not many women can resist the MacTavish charm,” Soap grins, he stands back up and picks up the knife. He cuts each lime into wedges before putting them in the bin, you reach over grabbing one from the cutting board and squeeze it into your water.

“Aye! Paw off,” Soap smiles, shaking the knife at you. A smile of your own breaks out on your lips as you watch him.

“You have plenty to spare, plus someone around here has to keep you busy.”

“I assure you Lass, the folk around here keep me plenty busy,” Soap points over your shoulder where Price and Gaz are walking in. They’re deep in a conversation as they make their way over to where you are sitting in front of Soap.

Kyle is the first to notice you, and he pauses looking at you over. “Y/n, it's good to see you again, not going to lie. I was kinda sad you left without a goodbye last time,” Gaz takes the seat on the left.

“Sorry about that, I promise to say bye this time. I don’t want to bruise your ego,” You say over the rim of your glass.

“Good, I don't think I can hear him wallow about it anymore,” Price says as he sits in the stool on your right. “So what do you think of London? Everything you could’ve imagined?”

“It’s alright… It rains a lot more than I'm used to, but it's not too bad. Definitely different from the small town I'm from,” you look over at him. He gives you a small smile, and turns towards Soap.

“Soap, we ship out tomorrow morning, be ready at 0600 hours,” Price grunts as Soap puts the last lime into the bin.

“Yes sir,” Soap turns towards the bottles of liquor on the shelf and grabs a bottle of bourbon. He sets it down on the counter with a soft thud, he then grabs two glasses for them, pouring each man two fingers. He slides the glasses across the bar to them, the acidic smell of the bourbon makes your stomach turn. Saliva pools in your mouth as you desperately try to swallow.

“Oh uh, Soap, I wanted to ask if you knew someone actually,” You take a sip of water, your eyes following him as he moves behind the bar. Soaps bright blue eyes look over at you, his brows furrowed together.

“I might,” he smiles. A loud noise from behind you startles you, and a drunken man tumbles into the back of your stool. His drink spilling down your back as he leans against the back of the barstool, the smell of the alcohol hits your nose.

“Oops,” the drunken man mumbles, his breath wafting over your face.

Your stomach rolls, as Price and Gaz help the man up. Gaz and Price half drag him away from you as he continues to mumble about his drink. Gaz says something and pats him on the chest as they pull him to the door. You stand from the chair, the fabric of your coat and shirt now sticking to you. Nausea rolls through you as you try to breathe through your mouth.

“You alright lass? You look a little green,” Soap is now standing in front of you, a clean bar towel in his hands. He gently pats the towel against your soaked shirt and coat trying to soak up some of the liquid that's seeping into your skin.

You can't answer, if you open your mouth you’re sure you’ll throw up so you push past Soap and hurry towards the bathroom. Soap follows behind you, pausing at the door to the women's room. You shove open one of the stall doors and drop to your knees. The cold tiles bite through the fabric of your jeans, as the contents of your stomach is emptied into the porcelain bowl. It takes you several minutes to stop dry heaving, your stomach clenching painfully with each contraction of your abs. When the feeling settles you stand, before rinsing your mouth out with some water from the tap. You grab a paper towel, wiping your hands and mouth.

“You alright in there?” Soap calls through the door, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah..” you call back, tossing the paper towel into the bin and pulling open the door, “Sorry about that.” You shove your hands into your pockets as you come face to face with Soap. His eyebrows knit together in worry as he looks over you, one hand hovers in the air as if hes going back and forth on if he should touch you or not.

“You su-” he pauses looking over your shoulder, his eyes widened slightly.

“MacTavish, the bar can't run itself…” A familiar voice rumbles, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Memories of your night 3 months ago rushes back, that same voice that murmured praise to you as he pounded into you.

You whip around, at the end of the hall stands Simon, his black hoodie pulled up over his head, his mouth and nose covered by a skull print face mask. His brown eyes widen slightly as he sees you. “Y/n…” he whispers.

“You two know each other?” Soap muses from behind me, his hands coming to rest on my shoulder as he walks by. An uncomfortable silence settles over the hallway and Soap slips by, muttering “I’ll leave you two alone…”

Simon takes a few steps towards you, and it seems like he takes up the whole hallway. You look up as he towers over you, his face is unreadable, he lifts a hand, brushing his fingertips across your cheek. It sends electricity skittering across your skin, your breath catches in your throat.

Over the past 3 months you have tried to forget about the man whose brown eyes haunted your dreams. Whose touch caused your mind to go blank. Like someone wiping a harddrive. But there was no forgetting, not anymore. He was here in front of you, sure, you had come to ask Soap if he knew him. But you hadn't expected to run into him tonight. You still had no idea what you were going to say to him. How do you justify just leaving his house at 3am?

“You could've said goodbye, you know… You didn't have to sneak out and call an Uber at 3am..” Simon whispers, and guilt slams into you. He knew you left. He wasn't asleep like you thought…

“I-I..” you stumble over your words, unsure what to say. There wasn't anything you could say really. You knew you should’ve just waited, dealt with the awkward small talk. Maybe even exchange numbers you would never plan on using. But nope.

Instead you fled. Just like you fled after your sister's funeral.

At least you were consistent.

“I’m not upset, I understand.” Simon adds after a moment, his hands shoved deep in his pockets of his hoodie.

“Simon.. I.. I’m sorry.. I’ve been going through a lot. And i didnt .. I couldn't face you after that. Not, not that you did anything wrong. Because you didn't! I mean you were great. I just,” You run a hand through your hair. “God, this is not how I wanted this to go.”

“Breathe. Love, breathe.” Simons hands cup your face and you freeze. “It’s okay, like I said I'm not upset with you,” he lets his hands drop, and you nod.

“I didn't know you knew Soap,” He muses, leaning against the wall. You shuffle your feet, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah… I met him the same night I met you… You know him too, yeah?”

“Soap, Gaz, Price and I all serve together,” Simon rubs the back of his neck with his hand, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh! I don't know how I didn't pick up that you were military,” You bite your lip looking down at his black boots.

“We didn't exactly get to know each other very much that night..” Simon says, and a small blush creeps up your cheeks at the mention of your night together. “So what brings you here tonight?” Simon asks.

The familiar feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach again, you clench your fists, nails biting into your palm. Something you have come to do a lot over the past few months. “I came here to ask about you, actually. I needed to talk to you..” You whisper, and Simon's brows furrow.

“Well you found me.. What did you need to talk about?” He asks, as you chew your bottom lip. Anxiety creeps into your chest, wrapping itself around your lungs like an icy hand. The air rushes from your lungs, your eyes burning with tears.

How the hell could you turn this man's life upside down?

“Hey, hey,” Simon whispers, his large hands clasp your shoulders steadying you. The world feels a million miles away, like you were floating out in space untethered. Everything sounds muffled, and the lights are suddenly too bright in the hallway. You raise your shaky hands, running them through your hair. A large hand guides you down the hall a little until the bitter cold air of winter in London hits you. You gasp, your lungs filling with the cold air, goosebumps break out along your heated skin.

The world slowly comes back into focus, soft murmuring in your ear as large arms wrap around your middle holding you against a solid chest. “Breathe, you’re alright, you’re okay… Just breathe, Love.” Simon murmurs into your ear. Tears fall from your eyes, trails of hot tears stream down your cold cheeks.

“I’m sorry I left that night…” you gasp in between sobs, “and i am so sorry im going to say this…” You whisper the last part. At first you aren't sure Simon heard you but after a moment he turns you around. His arms are still around you as he looks down at you, your teeth starting to chatter from emotion and the wind.

“Whatever you have to say can't be that bad, love. Did you find out you had some like STI or something? Do I need to get tested?” He asks, his brown eyes searching your tear stained face. His hands moving up and down your body in an attempt to warm you up and comfort you at the same time.

You shake your head, if only an STI was the least of your problems. “N-no, i didn't give you anything like that…” you choke out.

Simon watches you as you stand face to face with him in the same alley you met him in 3 months ago. Although this time you’re different, instead of the woman who was caught in her own head. Who was running from demons he couldn't see, trying her best to show the world it couldn't break her. Instead standing in front of him was a woman who was scared, who looked so lost in the world, like she was barely hanging on. He studies you, even as you stand in front of him crying, your entire body shaking. You were still beautiful, and he would be lying if he said he didn't think about you.

You had haunted him every moment since he heard you leave the apartment. When he heard the door click shut it took everything in him not to follow you out. But he didn’t, he laid there staring up at the ceiling until almost 5, before he got up and started making himself some tea. It was then he noticed the note you left your swirling handwriting on the scarp paper wishing him well. He was saddened to see you hadn’t left a way to contact you, but part of him understood. He had offered you a chance to get out of your head for a while. He hadn’t asked you on a date. He DIDN'T date.

The onslaught of disappointment was tough for him to swallow. Simon was never upset when a woman he brought to bed left with no goodbye, and a hasty note. Simon preferred it that way, it was better if the one night stands didn’t stick around but for some reason Simon couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how your curves felt beneath his palms. The silky smooth expanse of your skin. The way your moans stirred something deep in him, or the way your eyes told him more than you ever would.

Now as he looked down at you, standing in the darkened alley way. He knew whatever you wanted to say was about to bring his world crashing down. But instead of the overwhelming feeling to flee, that he normally had when confronting emotional issues like this. Simon wanted to hold you close and tell you that it was okay, that whatever it was you could face it and make it out the other side. During his years of doing interrogations and studying people he had learnt the signs of when someone was teetering on the edge. It was clear in your face and body language that you were one gentle gust of wind from toppling over. Crumbling into pieces he wasn’t sure anyone could put back together.

“What is it then Sweetheart? I’ll help you figure it out, whatever it is.” He whispers, pulling you closer to him, his body heat seeping into you, as the wind blows. You sniffle, your shaking hands coming up to swipe at the tears under your eyes. You take one last breath, eyes closed as you brace yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

It’s like the world stopped spinning.

Time was suddenly suspended, as you pried your eyes open to look at Simon. His brown eyes were guarded. His brows pulled together, as his hands stopped their motions for a fraction of a second. Your lungs burned from holding your breath, your throat tight. Every muscle in your body was tense, as you waited for him to say something. Do something. You needed some sort of reaction from him. Yelling, screaming, swearing, anything was better than the earth shattering silence that took place after you muttered the two words you hadn’t yet said out loud since you found out.

It wasn’t like you planned on getting pregnant by your one night stand. Hell. It was the LAST thing you wanted. You were always careful to get your birth control shot every 3 months. But with the chaos of the last few months, somewhere along the line you must’ve missed your last appointment. It wasn’t until you went into your appointment earlier today to get a shot that they had informed you they couldn’t administer it. That you were already pregnant.

“Okay.”

The word shocks you, and for a moment you aren’t sure you hear him right. You raise an eyebrow, as you look at Simon.

“Okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll figure it out.” Simon states, his hands resuming their soothing motion up and down your sides.

“You’re not.. not going to freak out?” You whisper.

“There’s nothing to freak out about, this isn’t just going to go away. So we need to talk about our options, and we will. Just got standing in the back alley of a pub.”

“Okay…” you whisper, as Simon’s hands guide you towards the emergency exit door that he brought you through. The inside of the bar is louder than before, more people have shown up. Soap, Gaz and Price are all talking at the end of the bar. Your glass of water is filled and sitting on a napkin. They all look over when you two walk over.

“Ghost, Soap was just telling me that you and y/n know each other. Small world isn’t it?” Gaz smiles, his brown eyes looking between us.

“We do,” Simon turns to Price, “I’m going to be bringing her home, I’ll see you at 0600 tomorrow, Captain.”

There’s a look that passes between Price and Simon, but he just nods, then turns towards you. “I hope to see you again, dear, maybe next time we can all have a nice meal.”

“Maybe,” you smile, after waving goodbye to Soap and Gaz, Simon leads you out to the street where the cars are parked.

“Did you drive here?” He asks, looking down at you.

“No I took the bus,” you shove your hands into the pockets of your coat. It was still wet from where the guy spilt his drink, and you shivered.

“I’ll drive you home,” Simon takes your hand, pulling you towards his truck. He pulls open the passenger door and waits for you to get settled in the seat before shutting it. You run your hands together as Simon climbs into the driver's seat. He starts the truck, turning the heat on high.

“Where do you live?” He asks, as he turns on the headlights.

“On Ashton street, the apartment complex there” from the corner of your eye you see Simon visibly stiffened, but he doesn’t say anything as he pulls away from the curb. The ride is mainly quiet, neither one of you having much to say. As you get closer to your apartment your anxiety starts to grow again. What if he tells you to get rid of it?

Is that what you wanted? What if he decided he would rather give it up for adoption? Would he help you find a family? Maybe he would tell you he didn’t want anything to do with a baby? Could you deal with a baby? Bile burns in the back of your throat, and you try to swallow it back down. You weren’t about to throw up all over his nice truck. The grimy bathroom of a bar was one thing, but Simon’s leather interior of his car was not an option. Simon turns down a side street, there weren’t many streetlights on this stretch of the drive. You try to focus on the passing shadows but the rolling and twisting in you hug doesn’t let up.

“Can you pull over please?” You whisper, and Simon glances at you. Your hands bunched in the fabric of your coat, your eyes closed as you take deep breaths. Simon eases the car over, barely putting the car in park before you flung the door open and hop out. You move a few feet into the woods, your hands scraping against the tough bark of a tree, as you get sick. Bile burns your throat and nose, tears stream down your cheeks.

Warm hands gather the hair from your face and hold it back. Holding your hair back with one hand the other rubs up and down your back. It takes several minutes of dry heaving for you to be able to stand up. A handkerchief is suddenly floating in front of you. You take it and wipe your mouth with it, shoving it into your pocket after.

“You okay?” Simon asks, as you take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sorry..” you mumble, as you turn back to the car and climb back in. Simon doesn’t say anything as he climbs in and continues to drive to your apartment. As he parks his car, he glances around, his eyes resting on the boarded up windows of the glass door.

“Everything okay?” You ask, noticing as he stares at the glass like he’s trying to get it to tell him what happened to it.

“Yeah. Sorry, let’s go inside,” he mumbles, climbing out and coming to your side. He pulls open your door and offers you a hand. You walk towards the building Simon’s entire body is tense as some residents barrel out of the door. They’re shouting and swearing as they stumble out, a lit cigarette dangling from their fingers. Simon pushes you behind him, as they pass, he watches as they head over to a parked car and continue arguing in front of it.

“They’ll stop arguing after a while. They do this often..” you mutter to Simon as you take his hand pulling him towards the door. He grunts and follows you up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. You hesitate, your hand on the knob as you take a deep breath. Entering was always the hardest part now, every time your hand touches the handle the images of your family break through the mental box you shoved them into. You let out the breath you were holding and pushed open the door. Flicking on the light switch next to the door.

Your eyes falling on the empty couch against the far wall in the living room. Some of the tension leaves your shoulders as you stare at the threadbare fabric. You step further into the apartment allowing Simon to slip in behind you. He turns the locks on the door, and reaches down unlacing his boots.

“I don't have much to offer.. Is water okay?” You ask as you shrug off your alcohol stained coat. The fabric is a sticky mess, the fabric ruined from the drink spilt on it at the bar. Tossing it onto the counter, you head over to the cabinet and take down two glasses.

“Water is okay,” Simon walks into your living room and takes a seat. He watches you fill the two glasses with water and you come and sit on the other side of the couch, handing him the glass.

“When did you find out?” Simons asks, taking his face mask off and shoving it into his pocket and taking a sip of water.

“This afternoon… I went in to get my birth control shot and they make you do a pregnancy test…” You pull your legs up to your chest, holding the glass of water in one hand. The other hand wraps around your shins keeping them pulled up to your chest.

“Did they tell you how far along you are?” He asks, “So we know what our options are, I mean.”

“They said based on the blood work, 12 weeks. But I have to go in to get an ultrasound next week..”

“Okay, so we don't have a lot of time to make a choice… have you thought about what you want to do?” Simon sets his glass down on the table next to the couch.

“I .. I don't know.. I was waiting to hear what you had to say before I made up my mind.” You mumble, your eyes trained on a spot of carpet that is fraying.

“If I'm being honest, I never wanted kids. They were never in my cards… I'm not saying I don't like them, kids are great, I just never pictured myself having any,,” he admits.

Your heart sinks.

Here we go, he's going to tell you to get rid of it, and tell you to delete his number, forget he exists and move on with your life.

“But, with you, it feels right.. There's just something about you that I can't get out of my head and at the risk of sounding like a total barbarian. The thought of having you in my life until I die because of this baby fills me with excitement. I wanted to go after you when you snuck out of my apartment but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. The night I spent with you was one of the best nights I've ever had. So if you would like to, I would love the chance to raise this baby with you. Even if it's as friends and nothing more. Because I know that you were put into my life for a reason, and I'm going to take any chance I can get to keep you around,” Simon finishes, his hand coming to rest on your ankle.

You sit there for a few moments, mind reeling with everything he just said to you. He wanted to raise a baby with you? Just so he could get to know you? Did you really have that much of a profound effect on him? Would he still feel the same when he found out what had happened to you? Could you do this? I mean really do this?

Babies are huge commitments. They were for life; there was no backing out. But the way Simon was looking at you, like he would take on the world for you with barely knowing you. It made you feel like you could do it. As long as you didn't have to do it alone, well, at least not completely. You chew on your bottom lip for a few more minutes, the thoughts rolling around in your head as Simon's eyes trail around your apartment.

“Okay…” you finally whisper and Simon's head whips towards you.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I-i don't think i can get rid of it anyway… The thought makes me feel sick,” you confess and the tension in Simon's shoulders all but disappears.

“Alright, we can figure this out. No pressure for us to be together, we can just start by becoming friends, and seeing where things go okay?” He smiles, and its a real genuine smile. Your heart stutters in your chest, and you can't help your own smile that spreads across your lips.

“If we’re being honest here,” you sigh, wringing your hands together in your lap,”I couldn't stop thinking about you either… I mean, even before all… yeah.. You know.”

Simon's hand comes over to rest on the side of your face, and he leans forward pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I'm glad to hear that I wasn't the only one with lingering thoughts,” he chuckles.

Simon drops his hand and looks around your place once more, a furrow deep in his brow. He opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it, before he notices the time on the clock hanging on your wall. It was almost 10 and he needed to check over his gear before he shipped out in the morning.

“I hate to do this… but I have to go,” his lips pulled down into a thin straight line.

“Oh right.. You told Price you would see him in the morning…”

“Yeah… Look, i can't tell you much, but i don't know how long i’ll be gone…” he looks around, and grabs the notebook you write your ideas for articles down in and scribbles on a spare piece. “This is my number, i won't promise i’ll respond while i'm away, but if anything happens, call this number 3 times in a row and you’ll get through to someone who can get a message to me okay? But that is only for emergencies, otherwise just text me and i’ll do my best to get back to you, alright?” He tears the paper out, coming to stand in front of you. He presses the paper into your hand. It crumples slightly as you close your hand around it.

“Okay,” you murmur, looking up at him from your spot on the couch. His fingers crush along your cheek as he brushes a strand of your hair back from your face.

“Be safe, keep the door locked… i’ll be back soon and we’ll go do something fun and get to know each other.” Simon smiles, as he takes a few steps backwards towards the door.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you smile, “Be safe out there.”

The only response is the soft click of the door.

Next: Part 4

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roxtron · 10 months ago

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Anyone ever think about the idea that the mimic is mimicking what it did to gregory before being trapped?

probably, I'm sure I'm not the only person to think about this. but am I going to talk about it anyway? absolutely. Okay so basically.. a couple of the mimic's voicelines are copy-pasted from Security Breach, right? While this is the first time we've seen the mimic copy anyone before, I believe most of his voicelines do come from somewhere. Sorry, that sounds vague. What I mean by that is I don't believe everything the mimic says is 100% a lie it created. For example a lot of people joke about the mimic being more whiny when pretending to be Gregory. Joking about how it's the biggest red flag because Gregory was never really that scared in Security Breach. But did it really just come up with that on its own? What if it's mimicking Gregory in the state he was in when he left? What if Gregory was that scared when dealing with the mimic? And it's not just that, I think some voicelines actually give a bit of hint to this too.

"Help! Something grabbed me! It won't let me go!" I feel like this line and others like it may actually describe what the mimic did. The way Gregory refers to the mimic as "that thing," and the only other 'thing' it could be pretending to be afraid of is the blob, which already tunneled out by the time Cassie gets here. And while the mimic isn't the best at keeping its story straight.. (Claiming to be running/hiding from Roxy while it's trapped under the sinkhole, though I believe that could be him trying to cover up the real Gregory attempting to speak to her, regaining control of the situation. After all if that voice line was the mimic why would Roxy run in the opposite direction of the walkie talkie to go chase him?) I feel like if the mimic was pretending it was the blob that grabbed him, he wouldn't also admit that it tunneled out later on. (I'll get to that don't worry.) Sure, this is a fabricated lie to lure Cassie, but my point is, what story is the mimic trying to create here? What is the mimic trying to claim happened to it/Gregory? I was going to bring these screenshots up later, but..

(Original screenshot + edited version to see the handprint better.) The handprint on the vent outside where the mimic is trapped, with Gregory's backpack underneath it, if you haven't seen theories about it already it seems to clearly imply Gregory lured the mimic in through the vent, that's his handprint. Why I'm bringing this up here though, that handprint looks bloody, doesn't it? Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just the lighting, but I feel like that looks more like a bloody/liquid stain smear than a smear of dust or something. So what if what happened was what the mimic described? It grabbed Gregory, and didn't let him go, causing his arms to get stabbed through and bleed after he escaped through the vent. (If you can't picture what I'm saying or just want a cool visual of this happening, go see this post it's cool and basically shows what I'm talking about, I only thought of this detail because of their post, also the art is cool.)

Anyway, moving on..

"That thing is here again. I gotta hide. Save me."

What if getting the mimic to that specific room wasn't all of the luring Gregory had to do? What if he periodically had to deal with being chased/hunted by the mimic while trying to get it to follow him to that area of the pizzaplex? (This is probably the most speculation, there's not a lot you can get from this line, but it's still a cool idea I think.) OR, an alternate take.. The mimic is being interrupted by the real Gregory's attempts to reach Cassie, and the mimic is using this opportunity as an excuse while it attempts to block his signal. (I've theorized about the differences between each speaking a bit before, but basically, I find it notable that the only times the real Gregory seems to get through to Cassie is when the mimic is busy/distracted/unavailable. So the mimic likely has to make an active effort to block his attempts, hence why he ends up using other signals to try to reach her, like the hacked staff bot. Again this is heavy speculation, but I find it interesting if he's basically telling the story in real-time and sort of swapping him and Gregory.)

Overall there's not a lot you can gather out of this line that I haven't already mentioned in the previous one, so let's move on.

"Something tunneled out.. broke everything. Now I'm stuck here!"

Before I go over this, take it with a grain of salt. Yes I think this is him referring to the blob tunneling out, causing the 'earthquake' that broke the pizzaplex to the state it's in when Cassie arrives. Considering the tunnel in the sinkhole and seeing the blob in a tunnel early in the game, this adds up. However.. I think there might be a double meaning here. It's a bit of a reach, but what if it's also referring to Gregory a bit here? "Something tunneled out," it's implied Gregory used the vent (sort of a tunnel) to escape the room the mimic is trapped in. "Broke everything," ruined the mimic's plans. "Now I'm stuck here," well, that's self explanitory. Gregory used the vent to escape, ruined the mimic's plans, and trapped it there. I also find it interesting this seems to be the final time the mimic mentions something else down there with it. (Even during its final pleas in Roxy Raceway, it only says "Save me, it's so dark down here." Nothing about that "thing" putting him in danger.) Do I think this line is specifically the mimic talking about Gregory? No, I think its main purpose is to explain where the blob went. But I do think it's possible there's a double meaning to it, intentional or not..

Like I said that's the last line of dialogue where the mimic mentions something else down there with it, so there's not a lot more to talk about. My biggest points and evidence were in the beginning tbh, it probably would've been best to cover it at the end of this post but I wanted to go over the voice lines in chronological order to when they appear in-game. I know some of the stuff I said is reaching a bit, I'm not 100% confident that'd be the correct interpretation.. but it's something to think about, that's my point. Whether I'm right or wrong I think the theory is worth considering. If you read this far, that's cool, I hope this was entertaining or had some kind of value to you. I like writing analysis stuff like this so it's always nice when other people enjoy it too. :)

#ok tag time uhhh #fnaf #fnaf theory #fnaf analysis #fnaf ruin #fnaf ruin dlc #security breach ruin #ruin dlc #fnaf mimic #fnaf gregory #does this count as sb tag since it's the dlc..#fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf sb #well that's all the tags i can think of #hope you enjoyed :)

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obxsummer · 2 years ago

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The Place Where I Belong // Ghost of You

summary below the cut to avoid spoilers for s3 ep7&8

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summary: your boys are up to no good and singh's men are right behind you in the search for neville persaud. it's time to find a way to south america, but things for you and your friends take a turn for the worst.

warnings: the usual obx chaos, heartbreak, mentions of cheating

The boys were quick to catch you up, more so John B sharing details with you and JJ about being held at gunpoint, the fact that your dad killed two people and threw them overboard, and always hesitated when it came to John B vs the treasure. You were spiraling in shock that all of this happened and you had no idea. You knew John B was shaken from coming back the other day, but you didn’t imagine this to be why.

Before you knew it, the three of you were piled into the Twinkie with John B and JJ up front fighting over a map.

“Walk me through it one more time.”

“Okay, right there-” John B’s finger smacked the map. “That’s where they’re taking him. That’s the sight of the idol.”

Your brows furrowed as you leaned in between them, glancing at where he motioned to. “You pointed to just South America, you understand that, right?”

He gave a hesitant nod before replying, “Yup.”

“That’s all you know? He’s somewhere in South America?”

“That’s why we’re going to the professor’s house!” Your brother defended back. “Look, he was at the site.”

You groaned, letting your head fall against the seat when JJ started freaking out. “Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa! We’re going to a house now with a dead body in it? That-that’s where we’re going?”

“...Yeah.”

“And if the cops show up, you know what that makes us look like?”

“...Yes.”

“Okay!” You inserted yourself again and pulled the useless map from JJ’s hands. “Let’s not focus on that please before I make you turn around and go home. Let’s just make this quick, okay? In and out.”

John B slowed the van down once you approached a house so he could park on the side of the street. The three of you climbed out and ducked through the landscaping to the side door. John B walked in first, you next, with JJ bringing up the back.

The house was a disaster but you were honestly expecting that. You were anticipating a dead body the second you walked in but were glad that wasn’t in sight and could hopefully be avoided.

“His body’s gone,” John B said as he approached the wooden table in the center of the room. “Sowell was right here.”

JJ glanced over your shoulder. “Right, no, I know what happened. They’ve already been here, John B. They sent in the sweepers and now probably decontaminated this entire room. There’s probably nothing left, we should get out.”

John B continued to pace around the room and looked for anything that could possibly be helpful. “May-maybe there is something,” He held his hands out in defense. You could tell he was starting to freak out at the idea of not finding anything to help.

“Okay, what are we looking for exactly?” You sighed as you looked around the messy room. This could take hours to go through if you didn’t have a goal in mind.

“Anything to do with an archaeological dig.”

You huffed, “Yeah, okay, bro. That really narrows it down.” You began to shift through the stack of books in front of you, quickly reading titles before deciding they were useless.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don’t leave your fingerprints!” JJ followed after you with a rag to wipe off anything you had touched. You shook your head at him as he announced that he was going to look in the kitchen, that nobody ever touches the fridge.

A few maps were scattered across the shelves you were searching, but none of them were for South America. This was beginning to seem useless. You couldn’t lie, you weren’t 100% about going to rescue your dad as soon as possible, but the idea of losing El Dorado to Singh was enough to motivate you.

“Y/N. JJ.” You turned at your brother’s voice to see him holding a piece of paper in his hand. Your boyfriend, however, was face-first into the fridge. “What is it? Snack time? What are we doing?”

“You know what, I feel very judged right now,” JJ defended himself before taking a bite out of the chicken wing regardless. “There’s an entire bird in here that’ll just go to waste, okay? I’m not gonna let that happen, it’s not like I’m stealing it.”

You tuned him out as he continued to justify his time in the fridge. Taking the piece of paper from your brother’s hand, you analyzed the sketch in front of you. The name Solana didn’t ring any bells, but you were sure it was important nonetheless. John B nudged you to read the newspaper clipping he’d found.

“Local expedition team departs for South America,” You read aloud. The group photo in front of you didn’t help point in any direction. You honestly had no idea what you were looking at. This is why your dad never needed you when it came to treasure hunting.

“Holy shit. Neville,” Your brother blurted out. “The last thing Sowell said before he died was ‘Neville’. Neville, meaning-”

“Right there.” JJ’s grease-covered finger reached over your shoulder to tap the unfamiliar face of the owner of the name. “Neville Persaud, expedition guide.”

It took the boys a minute to catch up, figuring out that Neville was the only remaining individual on the expedition to be alive. Obviously, you would have to find him to get some answers on where exactly to go. The hard part was where to even start.

JJ had theorized that he might possibly know where to find someone related to Neville Persaud. John B had no choice but to trust him and followed his directions. You, however, decided it was nap time and the Twinkie was always the best place to crash during a road trip.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, evidently long enough that they found someone who knew where to find Neville. You were rudely awakened by the slamming of the van door rattling you from your sleep. You shot up with a gasp, turning to see JJ and John B staring back at you amusedly.

“Goddamn you two,” You murmured as you sat up fully and rubbed your eyes. Nothing like a literal jumpscare to get up and moving. With a huff, you pulled yourself off the seat and took JJ’s outstretched hand to climb out of the Twinkie. The sun burned your fresh eyes causing you to curl into his side to hide as he shut the door again.

“Sleep okay?” His whisper was gentle as he kissed your head, holding you to his chest so you could try and wake up fully. You nodded against his t-shirt and tried to clear the sleep from your mind.

“If you two are done macking on each other, we have to find Neville.”

You removed yourself from JJ, making sure to flip your brother off before lacing your fingers with your boyfriend’s and following them through the tree line until you hit the water. “Ah, what the hell are we doing?” You stopped short when there was no boat in sight.

“Why do you ever doubt me?” JJ joked as he walked straight into the water, his hand tugging yours until you lost your balance from trying to stay dry and stumbled in. You cursed at the idea of wet socks in your shoes (not that it mattered because you were soaked) as John B followed in behind you. “Alright, so we’re looking for�� a houseboat.”

The water was just above your knees at this point as the three of you scanned the open water. A look to the sharp right revealed exactly what you were looking for.

“You think he’s there?” You asked as you watched the boat for any sort of indication of someone’s presence.

“Only one way to find out. Neville! Hey! Neville!”

John B was quick to slap his hand over JJ’s mouth to stop his yelling. “Stop it!”

“Dude, what?” JJ looked offended that his plan had been interrupted.

“What do you mean ‘what’? He thinks people are trying to kill him and you screaming doesn’t help!” You pointed out as you looked at him incredulously.

JJ gave an annoyed nod when he realized he was wrong. “Ah, okay. It’s a death trap.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately, we don’t have a choice. He’s the only guy alive who knows where my dad is.”

You whined as you figured out exactly where this is going. “Aw, guys. Seriously!” The annoyance in your voice was hard to miss as they both walked deeper into the water before beginning to swim towards the houseboat. You grumbled to yourself before begrudgingly following them. You didn’t dare spare a thought about what could be swimming around you, especially this far back in the marsh.

John B climbed up the ladder of the houseboat, JJ letting you go next, not missing the opportunity to smack your ass as you moved up. You turned to glare at him as he smirked in victory. Rolling your eyes, you shifted towards the side of the entryway incase Neville stepped out. John B and JJ did the same, your brother reaching out to hover his hand over the cooking utensils within reach.

“The stove’s warm. He’s still here,” He whispered to the two of you. “Maybe he split when he heard-”

You took the chance to glance around the side of the boat as a body jumped in front of you. One of the boys shoved you sideways, a machete scraping the spot you had stood in as you stumbled back. Tripping over your own feet, you hit the floor in the kitchen, looking up in time to see JJ get an elbow to his nose.

“Sir! Listen! Neville, we just wanna talk!” John B attempted to get the man to calm down. You scrambled to get your footing as Neville came within inches of chopping your brother’s arm off.

“John B! Trip line, trip line!”

Scooting back immediately, both boys moved in tandem to shove Neville over JJ’s outstretched leg, sending your attacker onto the floor in front of you. You tried to get to your feet, yelping as your ankle was pulled, causing you to slam into the wooden surface painfully. So much for that idea.

“No, no, no!” You could hear John B yelling behind you.

“Let her go!” JJ’s demand was followed by grunting and scuffling, leaving you to guess they were gaining an upper hand and your foot wasn’t about to become detached from your body.

“Stop, stop! We know Professor Sowell.” John B continued to bargain with the man whose grip on your ankle was going past painful.

“Who gave you that name?”

“You were in Orinoco with five other people last year. Right? Right?”

You took the moment of hesitation to kick your right leg out, nailing Neville somewhere in the face hard enough that he released you. JJ was quick to grab a hold of the machete as you scattered further into the boat area, chest heaving from the struggle.

The second your boyfriend had Neville under the end of the blade, John B was attempting to gain peace. You took a few deep breaths before climbing back to your feet as JJ finally put the machete down.

“Look, we were just with Sowell yesterday. He uh… he didn’t make it.”

“He’s dead?” Neville was shocked by John B’s revelation.

Your brother nodded and offered an apology for the loss. Neville got to his own feet shakily, stumbling towards you as you instantly shifted out of the way into your brother’s chest on accident. JJ was quick to grab you and tuck you into his side, eyes no doubt scanning for any injuries.

“I’m the last one left,” Neville almost whispered as he collapsed onto the couch.

“Yeah,” JJ agreed, “That’s why we had to get to you before they did. If we found you, they can too.”

Neville stared back at the three of you silently. John B unraveled the sketch from Sowell’s house that was somehow still dry. “Solana, you’ve been there, yeah?”

The man gave the smallest shake of his head. “That is a place of evil.”

“Okay…that stone piece right there, me and my dad found the thingy that goes in the center,” John B’s statement didn’t sound very intelligent but you knew it got the point across. “Gnoman. Now, there are some bad men who have taken my father to this place and they’re going to kill him. So, I need your help to find this place, Neville.”

“No. No, no, no. The curse has already done enough.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not a curse, okay? We understand that it’s dangerous, but we need your help.”

JJ’s hand clamped ungracefully over your mouth as you went to continue talking. You moved to push him off before he shushed you. In the distance, you could hear the engine of an oncoming boat.

“Neville, how much traffic do you get on this river?” JJ’s question was full of uncertainty as he slowly let go of you.

“Nothing.”

“Neville! Neville Persaud!”

You looked outside the window to see a smaller boat approaching with two men who looked like they would shoot first, ask questions never. Cursing to yourself, you turned back to the boys the second a gunshot shattered the window you were standing near.

“Shit!”

You hit the floor, glass cascading around you as more shots rang out, piercing the boat one by one. Wood splintered next as the attacks kept narrowing into your hiding spots on the floor.

“Get the anchor!”

You scrambled as fast as possible to regain your footing so you could attempt to get to the anchor without getting shot. JJ was right behind you, machete somehow back in his hand. You kept low to the deck as you made your way to the ladder to slip into the water undetected, hoping that this would be the way you could surround the oncoming attackers before they beat you to it.

John B splashed next to you causing JJ to whip around to shush him. Your brother pointed in the direction of the anchor for you and JJ before moving onto the smaller boat where one of Singh’s men was standing with a gun.

“God, this is so not how I planned on spending my sudden influx of free time,” You whispered to JJ, letting annoyance seep into your tone. It was true after all; knowing that there was less and less of a chance to get any treasure you’d been chasing after was upsetting. Of course, you knew it was different with your dad involved, but it still didn’t make you feel any better.

“I promise you, once we’re done with this and we find the gold, you and me. Vacation. I’m thinking maybe like Alaska, or-or hear me out, let’s go hiking and-”

“J,” You cut him off as you stopped swimming to tread water next to him. “Let’s focus on surviving this first and we can plan a vacation after, yeah?”

JJ gave a nod of consideration before heading back towards the ladder where John B had been cornered. Your boyfriend glanced back at you just as the engine sparked to life on the houseboat. You cursed as JJ tossed the man overboard before reaching down to grab your hand and pull you up quickly before he had a chance to recover.

“The anchor!”

JJ tossed the machete to John B, holding you against him as your brother cut the line and the houseboat began to move down the river. The three of you ran inside the cabin, ignoring the yells of protest from the men you’d tossed overboard.

Various shouts to move faster filled the cabin, Neville trying to assure you all that he was doing his best. Once you gained enough distance between you and Singh’s men, you collapsed into one of the chairs with a huff.

“You owe me an anchor.”

“You’re welcome.” JJ sat next to you, fingers moving to rest on your thigh to pull your attention to him. “You okay?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh and squeezed water from your shirt, letting it drip to the floor. “Oh, yeah. I’m just peachy, babe.”

JJ took one look at you and knew you were pissed. He didn’t blame you either…how could he? You were risking your lives at every turn, all of you. He knew it weighed heavy on you, whether it was acknowledged or not. JJ had watched you be pulled from him again and again and again. He was sick of it, he refused to let you continue to hold everything on your shoulders

You’d finally gotten a piece of calm, of happiness, in what had been a chaotic run for months on months, and of course, you loved it. It broke JJ’s heart to know they were pulling you away from that peace and quiet for a man who treated you like a fly on the wall; remembering you were there when you made noise just to swat in annoyance a second later.

Who was he to force you to give up that happiness? He was supposed to be the one to ensure you were safe, that you were taken care of in every aspect of things, not shove you face first into something so inherently negative.

“Neville, they’re taking my father there. You’re the only person who knows where it is. They’re going to kill him unless you help us.”

You were growing sick of John B’s repetition in the short time you’d been on the boat. Obviously, everyone knew why you guys were here, he didn’t have to keep drilling it into your head.

“They’re going after the gold,” Neville interrupted your thoughts.

“Ehh-yup. What else are they going to be going after?” JJ blurted as he gave Neville an obvious look.

“Then they’ll die anyway…unless they can pass the test, which they won’t if they can’t translate the idol. You know the story.” There wasn’t much room to his statement, but JJ made sure that Neville knew you were all unaware of what he was talking about. “El Dorado was found by a Guajiro king, and when it came for him to slip his mortal coil and meet my greats on the astral plane, he wasn’t just going to give the gold to his sons. It was the source of his power. It had to go to the wisest man, and to ensure this actually happened, he set up the test of the gnomon.”

“So there’s like some test now? Okay.”

“There’s always a test.”

Neville ignored the comments. “Whoever passes the test gains access to the gold. You fail the test, you die. If you somehow get to the gold without taking the test, then you die.”

JJ stood up, suddenly uneasy with the idea of death around every corner. “Great. He’s lying, right? ‘Cause there’s no way that actually can happen, right?”

“Tell that to the crew of the San Jose and the Royal Merchant.”

“We don’t want the gold, Neville-” JJ gave you a curious look at John B’s response to which you shook your head. “Just wanna save my dad.”

And John B’s statement, right there, drove a stake through your heart. This is what separated your family for so long. The need for treasure, the want for family. The want for a father that would support you, that would teach you, and love you, and be there when you made mistakes. Someone to cheer you on at sporting events, or congratulate you for good grades and awares. Someone to guide you.

The want for a brother who would tease you, push you to grow some boundaries, but still be your best friend at the end of the day. Someone to lean on, to joke with, to laugh, to grow. Someone to scream at, to argue with, to cry over. To always know he’s there, always has your back. That brother, thank God, you actually found after some time.

The want for a mother, for someone to cherish you, to smile at your successes. Someone to hold you when you cry, to defend you against all odds, to give advice. The want for the emotional connection, for someone to understand your feelings and be there despite all you’ve done, all you failed to do. Someone to spoil you, to be responsible for you so you had the chance to grow. To change, to love and fail and do it all over again.

The want to just be yourself, to just worry about you and do what you wanted purely because you could. To be sixteen, to love, and fuck around with your friends, and not worry about where your next meal comes from, or who is paying what bill, and how to not get dragged away by DCS. To worry about failing a pop quiz, or what outfit to wear, or who was going to ask you to the dance. Never once have you just been Y/N Routledge. You’ve always been John B’s younger sister, Big John’s daughter, JJ’s girlfriend. You’ve never just been…you. Doing what you want, because you want to.

And maybe you were silly for having hope that one day all that wanting would turn into reality. Maybe that was the world being cruel for putting the thoughts into your head, but you weren’t going to lie and say you never wished for it. Because you were wishing for it more than ever right now.

The ride back to the Chateau went by quickly with the boys hypothesizing up front and you, wandering in your thoughts in the back. The three of you were quick to hop in the HMS and make you way over to where Kiara’s parents were throwing an anniversary party at The Wreck. You had a feeling they wouldn’t be so happy to see you, not to mention you haven’t shown up to work in who knows how long because of Poguelandia.

Live music was playing, the sun quickly setting as you guys docked the boat. You instantly felt underdressed, surrounded by a mix of Kooks and higher end Pogues. The three of you stood out in your dirty, worn clothing, not even bothering to change clothes before you came.

John B moved away to get Sarah’s attention, wanting to fill her in on everything that had been happening. You stayed seated on the dock with your fit overing over the HMS Pogue, figuring Kie would come to join you guys eventually. Maybe. You didn’t really know anymore.

“So, when are you gonna tell me what cat snatched your tongue since we escaped from Singh’s men?” You turned to JJ with an amused glare. He sat next to you, shifting until you were seated inbetween his legs, your own resting on top of his right thigh. “I’m serious, sweetheart. Contrary to your belief, I do know you pretty well.”

The nickname melted you as you leaned into him, tucking your arms under his so you could rest against his shoulder. “I know you do. Always have.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment and you knew JJ was itching to pull your thoughts out of your brain. Your fingers danced along his hip where his shirt was bunched up, revealing his tanned skin. Why couldn’t life just be this? You, your boyfriend, your friends, having fun at parties and just being kids.

“How about this?” You hummed as you pressed a kiss to JJ’s jawline. “I’ll tell you all about my wondering thoughts when we get this done with and we’re on vacation somewhere. Just the two of us.”

JJ’s chest moved with a laugh beneath you before a lingering kiss landed on your temple. “Whatever you want, pretty girl. Just tell me where to be and I’ll be there.”

Your moment of paradise was interrupted by your pissy brother stomping his way towards you on the deck. You hopped up quickly as JJ moved behind you, both of you intercepting John B before he could hop on the boat. You expected Sarah and Kie to be following him along, especially once they got the news of where you were going.

“What happened?” You clocked the angry expression carved into his face. “John B!”

“What happened? She cheated, that’s what happened. After everything I’ve been going through, she’s off hooking up with Topper? I mean, what the hell?”

You blinked in shock as John B brushed past you to climb into the HMS Pogue. “Wait, wha- John B! How was she supposed to know what was going on? We haven’t seen them since-”

“Are you taking her side?” He whipped around to point at you. “You, defending Sarah Cameron of all people?”

“John B, I’m not defending her, I’m just saying-”

“If you’re not gonna be on my side to go save my dad, then fucking leave, Y/N. I’ll do it by myself.”

“Dude!”

You swallowed harshly, your throat closing in as tears blurred your vision. Of course, it was silly of you to hope for change, for a dream family. You’d never get that.

“Y/N…”

“It’s okay, JJ,” Your voice cracked to your dismay as the first few tears fell. “I’ll see you guys later.”

The wooden dock was blurry to your eyes as you walked away as fast as possible. Fuck the treasure. Fuck Sarah Cameron for cheating, fuck John B for being a dick, and fuck your dad for always driving a knife into your lives.

You glanced back in time to see John B punch the shit out of Topper before you disappeared from view.

Maybe it was stupid of you to walk away, especially with the divide between your friends, but you couldn’t be there anymore. You couldn’t be in this mess of treasure hunt anymore. It was too much to sit and watch your family be torn apart day after day.

You found yourself crawling through a window as the crickets chirped around you. The inside of house was dark and musty, but you pushed through regardless. The wooden floors creaked under your feet as you tried to navigate your way with limited sight. You eventually found the door you were looking for and pushed it open.

Your chest heaved with a sudden influx of emotion, the night finally breaking your walls as you fell into the bed behind you and sobbed.

JJ on the other hand, was panicking. Not only was John B under pressure if Topper pressed charges, but JJ was pissed about the way your brother had spoken to you. After all you guys had been put through, to turn on each other was the worst possible outcome.

He tried to help clean John B up and get him to bed, knowing his best friend was hurting, but JJ couldn’t stop thinking about you. He felt stupid, like he should’ve run after you, chased you down and taken you home.

He stood in the doorway of your room at the Chateau, heart breaking at the sight of your empty bed. JJ had a strong exterior most of the time, but you were easily his weakness. He took a deep breath before sitting down on your neat bed, letting the cry finally escape his throat as he broke down.

Little did each of you know that the other felt the same way, letting emotions go in the other’s childhood rooms. Surrounded by memories of each other because at the end of the day, home isn’t just a place, it’s a person, a feeling. And that’s plenty to lose.

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Bodyguard Epilogue: Making Choices and Memories - Yeoreum, Eunseo

"Oppa, do you know what day it is today?"

There it is, the scariest question Eunseo has ever asked, far beyond "Which dress do you like?", "What should we get for dinner?", or "What are you thinking about?"

"Uh… Tuesday?"

"You know that's not what I mean!"

"I know it's not your birthday," you start with, making sure Eunseo knows you know her birthday. You get a peck for your knowledge.

"Mwah, correct."

"It's not my birthday, you know that right?" You don't get a kiss for that, and she pokes you on the cheek.

"Of course! I expect you to know your own birthday at least."

"Hmm, 100 days? When did we start dating?" Eunseo shrugs, it was a question you two never figured out. Officially it was when she moved in with you, but realistically it was probably at some point while you were still her bodyguard—neither of you spent time around anyone else other than each other really.

"No, it is exactly 2 years since we first met! Do you still remember where we met?"

"Uhh, your place? It was in your mansion— I mean umm, old house." You hesitate for a moment, afraid to bring up bad memories, but Eunseo comforts you.

"It's okay, we had some good memories there too. Do you remember what we did?"

"You and Yeoreum tricked me into rescuing you, and you were all tied up."

"And?" Eunseo pulls your arms around her.

"It was a lie, the two of you wanted to have fun instead."

"No." Eunseo looks up at you lovingly. "You did rescue me, I'm here now." You lean in and do the only thing you want to do.

"Mwah, I'm glad you're here."

"Me too, but more importantly, you fucked Yeoreum's brains out."

"And yours, and mine."

"Yes yes, but only Yeoreum doesn't have much recollection of that night. We're going to correct that." You freeze around Eunseo.

"You umm, you recorded that night?"

"No but I should have, now that you mention it. Anyways, grab your stuff, we're going somewhere."

"What?" Eunseo pushes you to your room.

"Get dressed! We have somewhere to be."

You shoot many questioning looks at Eunseo on the taxi ride to some hotel she told the driver, but she refuses to elaborate further. You're extra puzzled as she skips the concierge and brings you straight to the penthouse suite of the hotel.

"What are we doing here?"

"Yeoreum doesn't have much recollection of that night, so..." She opens the door to the bedroom of the suite. In the middle sits Yeoreum, bound up, gagged, and blindfolded. "We're going to relive it."

"Mmm! Mmmmm!" Yeoreum hears the door open and immediately starts struggling, trying to shout through the gag. You hurriedly pull Eunseo away from the room and whisper to her urgently.

"Yeoreum knows you're doing this right? Why does it sound like you just kidnapped her here?" Eunseo raps you on the head.

"Pabo! Of course, she's my closest friend!" She comforts and arouses you by running a hand up your chest. "She paid for this suite, she knows we're coming, she doesn't know how you're going to do things, but it seems like she wants a bit of roleplay, she put on her fanciest bodyguard suit." You turn back to face Yeoreum, still again—she is dressed in her nicest suit, a few buttons left delectably open on her shirt.

"You're absolutely sure about this?"

"Yes, she agreed to this!"

"No, I mean, you're fine with me, doing... things with her?"

"You're too sweet, but yes, as for recording—" Eunseo sets up a video call with you and then props your phone on the desk. She has her screen set to record, and you see that you're sending her a perfect view of Yeoreum and the bed behind her. "All set, indulge her, indulge in her, and fuck her silly, she can watch the recording to remember after. I'll be in the next room watching and touching myself."

"You don't want to be 'part of the proceedings'?"

"Maybe later, it would be unfair to Yeoreum if I jump you right now and she has to listen to us fuck like rabbits without getting any action."

"That's what happened to you," you remind her.

"And it got me so fucking wet, but that's for later, no rush! For now go fuck Yeoreum like you want to!"

"Wait I don't want to fuck—"

"No no no no, no more talking, go do it!" She glares at you, and you have no choice.

"Fine. Love you Juyeon."

"Love you too silly, now go fuck Yeoreum, or else." With Eunseo's order you let her go with a parting kiss. You take a deep breath, step through the door, and close it behind you.

"How nice of you to join us, Agent Lee."

Yeoreum tenses when the door closed, and now she tenses up even further when she hears your voice—not in fear, but in arousal. She struggles to make words through the gag, and you pull it off her.

"Fuck you, let me go you disgusting pig!" You immediately put the gag back on.

"Language agent." Yeoreum's head is pulled back tightly against your abdomen as you yank the gag mercilessly. "Are you going to behave?" Yeoreum gets even wetter at your commanding tone, leaking from both lips. She nods, gasping a sound of assent as you relax it briefly.

"Good." You look around to take in the surroundings as you give Yeoreum a second to catch her breath. You are surprised to find a knife on the dresser—a similar, if not the same, knife you had used to cut up Eunseo's dress two years ago. Yeoreum really had come prepared.

"I see you brought a knife Agent Lee, very dangerous."

"T-To cut your dick off!" she shouts back, and you merely laugh.

"Please Agent Lee, there are other ways to have my cock if you want it." Yeoreum blushes at your words and she opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it again. For once she doesn't have a retort, so you pick up the knife and weigh it in your hands.

Yeoreum shivers as the cold metal of the blade taps against her cheeks. And her fingers curl tightly into fists. She wanted this, but also she's actually a little scared, that you'd mess up and actually cut her.

"You're so pretty Agent Lee, I would hate to ruin your face, it'd be so easy. Just, woops!" You brush a fingernail over her cheek, but to Yeoreum it might as well be a blade, and she shouts in alarm. You latch your lips to her neck and suck harshly, and Yeoreum moans in surprise.

"Or, with one slice, I could just kill you right here and now," you say dangerously, tracing a finger over where you left the hickey. "Just cut you right here..."

"No! Don't touch me! Let me go!" You oblige Yeoreum and cut the binds on her wrists.

"What are you—" The rest of Yeoreum's sentence is choked out by your hand on her throat. Your warm breath by her ear might as well be on her pussy as she squirms in her seat.

"Yeoreum, you are free to let yourself go and boogie on out of here." A chill runs down her spine as she remembers the safeword she gave Eunseo two years ago. Your voice drops even lower. "It doesn't have to be this extreme if you don't want it to be." Yeoreum bites her lower lip—you're offering her a way out! Did she want one though?

"But if you don't, you know what I can do." It is both a threat and a promise. "I won't be gentle."

That is all Yeoreum needed. She releases her lipbite, tongue flicking over her teethmarks. She draws a deep breath, but says no more, staying in place, not even bringing her hands from behind the chair. That is the sign you needed. Harshly you tug on her jacket, pulling it past her shoulders. You hear a tear in her expensive jacket, but you don't care.

"Ah!" Cold steel touches Yeoreum's chest, just below her neck.

"Don't move." With a swift slice you cut the rest of the buttons on her shirt off, and it flutters open, a thin black line the only sight of her bra, for now. You take a moment to just stand in front of Yeoreum and admire her. Even blindfolded she looked pretty, her nose slightly red from the cold hotel room, her lips a shade redder than that. You bring a thumb to her lip, and the sudden gentleness catches her by surprise. Her warm breath is shaky on your thumb, and you feel a flick of her tongue as you apply pressure—a sign she wanted more.

"Nice lipstick, you wear that on special occasions?"

"None of your business!"

"I guessed right." You pull her shirt to one side, and you take in her bra—black, with the right amount of fabric to hover between sexy and daily wear.

"Lingerie too, planning on some after work action, Agent Lee?"

"Fuck you!"

"That comes later." You work on her pants, and Yeoreum doesn't struggle.

"Matching panties even, someone is getting lucky, or was. Looks like that's me now."

"Let me go!" She struggles admirably in her role, making sure to keep her arms behind her back, as if they were still bound. A mere finger on her midriff is enough to cause her to hold back a moan, and you manage to pull her pants down to her knees as she jerks and subtly lifts her hips to help you.

Yeoreum holds back another moan as you places a hand on her thigh and squeeze it. She's blindfolded, and yet she's seeing stars already when you touch her. Her deprived sight causes her sense of touch to be extra sensitive, and she feels your movements all around her, raising goosebumps all over her body.

"Ah!" She squeals as you press the flat blade of the knife against her chest, and with a swift flick you cut the middle of her bra. With a fierce tug Yeoreum feels her top stripped off her, and now she's bare in front of you.

"Don't move." Yeoreum can't see the smirk on your face, but she definitely feels your intentions a moment later.

"Ahhhh!" Yeoreum shouts again as you this time press the flat blade to a nipple. You pinch both after, delighting that both are stiffer than before. Her mind is swirling now, slowly losing track of the situation as you press the knife over her exposed skin. She tries not to jerk and twitch every time, but the steel is so cold against her flushed hot body, she can't help but move. The dangerous temperature play thrills her, doubly so as you tap the blade down her body.

"Mmm, mmph!" She suppresses her urge to scream as you bring the blade to her thighs, sliding it over her smooth skin. The margins are thin—any deeper and you would be leaving cuts all over her. You tug on her panties, and Yeoreum automatically lifts her hips again, but rather than taking it off, you cut it down the middle and peel it apart, ruining the already-ruined underwear and revealing her dripping heat.

"Glad to see you keep things neat down there Agent Lee, and here I thought I would have to give you a close shave." She shouts again as you place the dull side of the knife on her midline. "Now don't move, I don't want to gut you like a fish."

You trace the dull blade down her body and it leaves a mark on her, but not even close to breaking skin. To Yeoreum though, she's so overstimulated that it feels sharper than a needle. She holds her breath, trying to keep herself still as you continue dragging it across her body. Her hands finally break from her self-imposed "binds", and she grips the chair hard, bracing herself against it.

Behind the blindfold Yeoreum shuts her eyes tightly as you bring it over her bellybutton and go lower. The knife suddenly lifts once it passes her hipline, and Yeoreum takes multiple deep breaths, relieved at your stop. Her pants are properly removed, and the bindings around her ankles are cut—you must be moving on to fucking her! Yeoreum allows herself to relax, but a shout escapes her as you suddenly touch the knife against her thighs, and she inadvertently opens her legs best she can, trying to avoid the blade.

"I'm going to put this on your clit, and you better not move Agent Lee, I would hate to ruin you."

Fuck, there's no way she could not move, she was so sensitive! Yeoreum is gripped by terrifying indecision—she didn't want you to stop, but she's afraid! Her thoughts are interrupted by the blade right below her bellybutton, slowly drifting further down. She's breathing heavier now, the blood flowing both to her head and between her legs.

No no no no wait wait wait wait!

You could have killed Yeoreum with a slice earlier, and now you ruin her with a touch.

On her clit.

"Nngh..."

With your thumb.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Yeoreum shrieks and explodes in orgasm, squirting powerfully on to the floor. A mix of pleasure and relief floods her body, and she's unable to stop the rush of juices leaking out of her.

"That's it Yeoreum, cum as hard as you want, as much as you want."

You're not sure if she can even hear you right now, but her shrieks go higher in pitch, and two gushes of juice spray on to the floor as you continue to rub her clit imperiously.

"Mmmmmph!" Yeoreum tears up behind the blindfold as she continues to orgasm, grunting as you finally slip fingers into her. All the buildup, all the tension, all the fear—it was all foreplay, and it's all leaking out of her now in an exhilarating multi-orgasm bomb. She's crying, she's sweating, she's squirting; A little white fluid coats your digits sliding in and out of her pussy—Yeoreum's a creaming mess for you.

Your fingers are the only thing working properly inside her as all the sensations from before—the cold steel, the sharp edge, your warm whispers, your rough treatment—toss Yeoreum's senses around like a toy. Her muscles seize and tense and twitch erratically, and she grabs your arm for support, feeling you flex your own muscles as you finger her firmly.

"Mmmmm!" She grinds a shriek from her ruined vocal cords as you rub her g-spot, and Yeoreum's in danger of breaking your skin as she digs her nails into your arm. She climaxes one more time with a sob and a small stream of juice, and finally you release her from the tortuous pleasure.

Yeoreum feels like she's floating as she eventually comes back from the orgasm, but no, it's just you scooping her up and carrying her to bed. She squints as the blindfold is removed, the dim bedroom light already too much for her.

"Agent Lee." She turns to her side and sees you naked, stiff and ready. Unconsciously she licks her lips, even as she pretends to resist your hands pinning her own arms. "I gather you had a pleasurable time earlier, now for me to get mine."

"No, don't! Don't—"

"Yeoreum?" You pause right before you enter her, and her name is all you can manage to whisper out. She gives you the smallest of nods, looking down at your rigid shaft, ready to disappear into her.

"Fuck!" you moan as you bury yourself in her with a single thrust. Yeoreum is tight in every sense of the word, and she suffocates your cock immediately, pressing on it in all directions.

"Don't, don't—" You interrupt her with a trial thrust, cutting off her breath immediately. Her legs wrap around your hips, as if to stop you from moving further. You look her in the eye, and she licks her lips again.

"Don't pull out."

Yeoreum cries out loudly as you break her leglock around you, pulling back and slamming into her with a thigh-rippling thrust. Each is punctuated with a wail of pleasure from her as you aim to drive her to another high.

"Fucking hell Agent Lee, you're so tight!" You kiss her demandingly, and Yeoreum's too far gone to play her role, and she returns it with equal furor. "You need to get fucked more, and I'm going to do exactly that." The gaze she returns you is challenging, defiant, egging you on to keep your word.

You hook her knees under your arms, and you grab her wrists with your hands, rendering Yeoreum completely immobile. She could easily break out of it as you have little grip in the position, but your hips have the most strength in this contest as you pound her into the bed.

"FUCK ME!" All she can do is scream as you shove her over the edge multiple times, making her sore muscles contract around you again and again. Only when she has finally screamed herself hoarse do you chase your own peak.

Yeoreum looks back at you as you push her on to all fours, but you immediately push her head to the bed, into the soaked sheets, into the mess you made her make.

"Down Agent Lee." She bites down on the sheets as you enter her from behind, and soon she's grunting in rhythm as you get back to fucking her. Yeoreum feels your grip on her hair tighten, your cock throbbing in her—her pussy manages to massage your shaft just right, and you reward her with your load.

"Take it Agent Lee, fucking take it!" You press your hips flush against Yeoreum's, and she let's out a low groan as you blast her walls with cum. Toying with her definitely turned you on, and your seed flows thick and fast into her well-fucked but still-tight pussy.

Yeoreum's body tenses as you fill her with heat, and only when you run a hand appreciatively over her lower back does she relax, thinking the session is over. But you had one last orgasm for her.

"Damn what a good toy you are Agent Lee, and now to clean my toy."

"No, wait—" She yelps as you plunge two fingers into her cum-filled hole and start fingering her, digging your load out roughly. She reaches out a hand to stop you, but it falls to the bed when you stimulate her g-spot rapidly.

"I can't, I'm gonna cum again!"

"Yes you can, and yes you are!" With a strangled cry Yeoreum reaches her last climax, pushing out a whitish mix of slick and cum as you make her "wash" your load out. When you are satisfied with her cleanliness you gently push her, and Yeoreum topples over on her side, completely out of it.

As you turn the recording off Eunseo bursts into the room, and she's immediately devouring your lips in a kiss.

"Oh my fucking god you monster. Did you do that to me too?"

"Yeah, it was hot doing it to you too."

"Fuck, why didn't we think to film that time?" Eunseo bemoans her own lack of insight two years ago.

"Yeah, you should have, you were hot."

"Were?"

"Are," you quickly correct yourself.

"Are you gonna show me how hot?"

"In a little bit." You pull Eunseo close and leave a mark on her neck before whispering in her ear. "Why don't you take a shower first while I take care of Yeoreum for the night, and then I'll come show you just how hot you are." Eunseo leaves the room after a passionate kiss, her hips swaying just that little bit more and giving you a wink before she closes the door.

You scoop Yeoreum up in your arms again, and you almost drop her when she throws her hands around your neck, pulling your head down to her.

"Yeoreum?"

"Thank you," she rasps, sounding tired and weak.

"Of course, was it too much?" She shakes her head.

"Almost." You have her sit down in the shower as you rinse her with water, gently scrubbing her with soap and shampoo. She eventually gains enough strength to stand up, and with your help washes herself clean. You wrap her in a bathrobe and her hair in a towel, and you quickly tuck Yeoreum into the clean side of the bed.

"Thanks... Go to Eunseo," she mumbles as she easily falls asleep.

You throw on a bathrobe and go the second bedroom of the suite, and you're greeted by Yeoreum's whines and wails.

"How does it look?" you ask Eunseo, who's watching the recording.

"Hot, so hot..."

"Did you touch yourself earlier?"

"Of course, but, I didn't cum," Eunseo looks at you expectantly.

"Guess it wasn't hot enough, be right back." You peck her and dash into the bathroom for a quick shower. You come out to find Eunseo under the sheets—the bathrobe at the foot of the bed let's you know that she's naked underneath. You sidle in next to her and turn off the recording she's still watching.

"Surprised you didn't join us."

"Hmm? It was so hot, I forgot all about that halfway through."

"For the record, I don’t want to fuck Yeoreum," you murmur, burying your face into her neck.

"Babe please, everyone wants to fuck Yeoreum. I've had more sex with Yeoreum than with you, I know she's dynamite in bed, it's okay to want to."

"Not me— Wait, more sex with Yeoreum than with me?" Eunseo blinks and nods. "Even after all the sex we've had?"

"Even after all the sex we've had." Eunseo stares at your disbelieving expression and shrugs. "We were young and horny, so yeah."

"How far am I from catching up?"

"Somewhat? But there's no rush, we have the rest of our lives together to catch up," Eunseo turns to you, her bare leg rubbing against yours. "Now fuck me my love." You slip out of your bathrobe and grab Eunseo's leg, wrapping it around your hip. Her large eyes briefly flutter as you enter her, and her lips part in a soft moan. The two of you groan as Eunseo forcefully hooks you closer to her.

"Fuck, thank god Yeoreum chose you that night."

"Hm?"

"The first night we met, imagine if she picked someone else."

"I don't want to, you're all that I want."

"Yeah, I'd be missing out on all this good cock." You shake in laughter, sending small bolts of pleasure up your bodies.

"You really need to cum don't you?"

"Just shut up and make me cum already!" You roll on top of her, and in a moment Eunseo's grabbing the back of your head, her legs wrapped around you, urging you to drive deep into her. "Fuck yes, give me that, fuck fuck fuck!" The heavenly filth that spews out of Eunseo's lust-crazy mind makes you up your pace, your bodies clapping together loudly.

"Fuck me just like that, keep going, I want to cum on your cock!" You follow her command and hold the rhythm, steadily driving her up the cliff before she abruptly falls off the edge and into climax. There is a sharp sting as Eunseo leaves a dark hickey on your neck, shouting into you as she orgasms. Her entire body clings on to you, and you grunt at her pussy contracting and milking you, her heat immediately warmer and wetter. Surprisingly it takes a long while for her to work through her peak, and you hold still and bear her pressure around your shaft until she finally sighs and whimpers.

"I shouldn't have edged myself like that, mmmm..."

"More?"

"Yes please, but I want to be on top." You end up sitting up, Eunseo still wrapped around you in your lap. "God Yeoreum really made the right choice."

"I thought you got the horny out of you?"

"No I'm serious, I'm glad she chose you."

"No, you chose me, that could have been a random fling, you could have walked away at any time. Instead you gave up everything you had for me. So you chose me, not her." You brush her blushing cheeks with a thumb and bring her in for a kiss. "I love you Juyeon."

"I love you more. I would choose you again and again and again." Eunseo starts riding you, her lips pressed against yours as she brings her hips up and down on you. She compresses and tightens around you frequently, either intentionally or in her own small peaks, and soon you have to mutter.

"I'm close Juyeon."

"I've been close oppa, I'll go with you."

"Just a little bit more then." Eunseo nods and really puts her hips into it, throwing herself back and forth and bouncing on you. Her eyes grow wide and wild as she chases her own peak, knowing you are right there with her.

"So close, so close!"

"Me— Nngh!" You grab her by the hips, pulling her firmly into your lap. Holding her in place you shoot your load into her, splashing it against her walls. Eunseo follows closely behind you, crying out loud in pleasure as she feels your pulsing bursts of cum all the way up her spine. She scrambles to cling to you, and you're pushed into her chest as she grinds her own orgasm on top of you, moaning decandently as you push the last few spurts into her.

"Love you oppa."

"Love you Juyeon." You cup her face and wipe the small tear gathering on her eyes. "I chose you, and I'll choose you no matter what." Eunseo nods and snuggles into your chest.

Two weeks later

"Hi oppa!"

"Hey!" you greet Eunseo with a kiss. "Good to see you Yeoreum."

"You too, dunno why Eunseo had to drag me here."

"Oh you know, just wanted a coffee, and oppa happened to be here." Yeoreum rolls her eyes at Eunseo's weak lie. "Can you get us coffees? The usual."

"Sure, you want any?" Yeoreum asks, and you hold up your already ordered coffee in reply. She walks away to order for herself and Eunseo, and hurriedly your fiancé whispers to you.

"Did you bring it?"

"Yes yes, here." From behind the chair you pull out two large shopping bags, and Eunseo nods and pecks you on the cheek.

Yeoreum comes back with the order and sits down opposite you and Eunseo, confused.

"What's this?" You put the coffee to a side and push your bag in front of her.

"It's for you. I umm, damaged your suit last time we met, so consider it compensation for that." Yeoreum blushes at the memory, but gratefully accepts the bag and examines it briefly. Her eyes widen at the brand label of the suit.

"Whoa, you should return this, my suit was way cheaper than that. I can't wear this at work!"

"Ah, it's not quite for work, sorry about that. But it is for you."

"And so is this!" Eunseo pushes her shopping bag towards Yeoreum, and her eyes well up with tears as she realizes what's in Eunseo's bag. Both of you slide an invitation to her.

"Would you be my best woman?" "Would you be my maid of honor?"

"You fuckers," Yeoreum sniffles and stands up, turning away from the two of you. She fans herself with her hands before finally sitting back down. Her makeup is running a little, but the smile on her face does more for her than any makeup she could have.

"I want to be both, you guys need to have two fucking weddings."

A/N: Using an epilogue as an excuse to write some Yeoreum and Eunseo XD sorta a “revisit” of the first time they met in chapter 2, with more of a focus on Yeoreum this time. Thanks for reading!

#smut #yeoreum #eunseo #wjsn

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soaps-mohawk · 20 days ago

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it’s me again :)

(also i’m sorry i get a bit sad and dark here for a second but there’s a reason)

the last few days have been really difficult, both personally and for everyone else who had been hoping the election would go differently. it’s been hard to find little snippets of joy and engage in anything that’s not anxiety-inducing. i won’t lie, i’ve been in tears multiple times just wondering what my future will look like. whether or not i’ll even have one. it’s so hard to have hope when i’m surrounded by gloating and celebration from family members and people i know.

but, holy hell, did chapter 40 come at a perfect time.

i was just doing my regular morning refresh today, seeing if there’s anything i could read as a bit of escapism, and then i saw chapter 40 had been posted. and i know you’re going through it too. i know it’s probably hard to write right now. but thank you.

thank you, thank you, thank you so much for it. it was a little glimmer of joy for me in what’s been a dark couple of days. even though poor ‘mega’s going through it, she’ll be okay. we’ll be okay.

and maybe it sounds a little silly, but if a fictional a/b/o reader insert can survive everything she’s gone through, we can survive another four years. that’s why media is so important!! it’s why they want to ban books!! our beloved characters give us hope, and that’s what they don’t want. and this goes for everyone — we have to keep writing and reading and interacting. we have to commit stories to our memories, preserve them in every way we can, so we might one day share them with others who come after us.

anyway. sorry i just word-vomited in your inbox 🥲 but i just felt like sharing that. and i’m so excited to see where the new chapters take us. i love this story and you and everyone in this safe little corner of the internet.

Babe, I get you 100%. This last week has felt so unreal. I still can't believe what happened and I was in such a bad state Tuesday-Thursday. Even today (Saturday) I'm still having those moments, especially thinking about what this means for the future. So I 100% understand and I know my fellow US followers do too.

I did not even think twice about when I posted the chapter. Honestly I didn't even think about the date or what could happen. I'm so glad it posted when it did though and everyone got a little piece of comfort for such a horrid day.

We'll be okay. We'll get through this. I'll be here until the day this website goes belly up. Even then, I'll find somewhere else to go. I'll write until the day I die if it means I can bring just a little joy to someone's life. That's the important thing to remember, no matter what happens. Try to find joy in something and try and bring joy to others. We need each other more than ever now.

Word vomit away babe. I don't mind. It's why my inbox is open 💚

#answered #queue 06

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satoruxx · 4 months ago

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RHEYAAA MY LOVE <333333 i am here with a cup of tea and a bunch of treats for you 🍵🍰🍦🍮

…. and some selfship questions :3c

OK SOOOOOOO I HAVE TO ASK . ABOUT KAEYA AND DILUC . I LOVE THEM SO BAD I LOVE YOU SO BAD……. i’d love to know about your love languages!! for both ships!!!!! how do you show them you care, and how do they show you they care? <33 also, what is your relationship with their brother like in each respective selfship?? do you get along? :3

and then . gojo ….. (idk if you selfship with shoko at all but this question absolutely goes for her too if so!!) what do you do for each other when you’re having a rough day?? :’)

ily rheya <333 take as much time as you need with this i got . a little carried away with the questions 😭 BUT I’D LOVE TO HEAR ABT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU WANNA SHARE <33333 sending you so many kisses and hugs!!!!!!

ARIIII HI AGAIN !!!! gratefully accepting all the treats pls come sit with me so we can share them and cuddle <333

giggling and kicking my feet at all these questions i love you so so much !!!! buckle in bc this got much longer than i expected it to...

OKAY FIRST MY FAV TRAGIC BROTHER DUO

me n kaeya....bicker a lot lmao !! but that's how we show affection :33 i think both of us would be very big on quality time !! kaeya would also lean towards a lot of physical touch bc he's a silly lil guy that can't keep his hands to himself <33

as for me n diluc...i think diluc is a very acts of service type of guy !! he doesn't say a lot but he shows affection by doing things for me which is so sweet :33 as for me i think i'd be a big physical touch girlie with him (i won't let go of him he's probably so tired of me LMAO)

i can't see myself being on truly bad terms with either brother since both selfships are a childhood friends to lovers trope hehe !! so i wouldn't be able to hate either of them <///3 when i'm with kaeya i would be on courteous terms with diluc, mostly a hello how are you type thing (which makes me a lil sad since we were all close when we were kids) but diluc has chosen to remain distant.

but when i'm with diluc i'd be on really good terms with kaeya since he's always hanging around angel's share and stuff (and i think kaeya would be more eager to talk to me than diluc would be) !! hopefully that makes sense i feel like i just rambled....

NOW ONTO JJK

i won't lie me n satoru have the most thought out relationship out of all my selfships bc i've quite literally been thinking about him for four years now. when i'm having a rough day satoru is on a mission to cheer me up, but won't ever admit it. he'll subtly do things to make me happy like playfully annoy me or take me to do things i enjoy !!

as for if he's in a bad mood, i'd just get him things he likes (like sweets) and tease him until he's grinning and teasing back. i think we'd have a very bickering heavy relationship so i know he's all better when he's got that dynamic back (a couple of hugs and kisses here and there wouldn't hurt either) <33

this might sound weird but we don't necessarily talk about our bad days/things we struggle with. it's more so a type of thing where we can just tell that smth is wrong, and the best way to deal with that is just be present. so basically actions over words and we never bring it up again lmao...

shoko and i are very different. i am 100% more clingy with her so if i'm having a bad day she will let me cuddle with her or just stay attached to her hip until i'm better. she'll probably act all teasy and semi exasperated but i'd like to think she doesn't mind :33

and if she's having a bad day she usually won't admit it so i'll do my best to make her laugh. find me ripping the cigarettes away from her and smothering her with a whole bunch of kisses <////3

i'm so sorry ari bby i ended up ranting a lot but this was so much fun to talk about !! tysm for sending them in i'm smooching you until you're tired of me :33

also pls pls pls tell me about your selfships i'm so curious !! who do you selfship with ari ?? tell me all about them <33333

#[𐐪— lovely mutuals. 𐑂]#— ari <3 #i have so many silly thoughts about all of them #this was very fun #kaeya and diluc are so important to me #i love the idea of being close to both of them when we were little and then getting distant bc of their fight #me n satoru are the definition of best friends to lovers #and shoko was so casual bc i think we both just slipped into a relationship without even realizing it LMAO #anyways #im done talking #TYSM ARI #ILYYYYYYYYYY

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year ago

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19 | Don't Worry

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

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"Oh, my god! Penelope finally made her own channel!" Penelope films her first YouTube video. "Yes, I have decided to make my own channel. I saw a few asking why not make one for fun so here you go." She laughs.

"Not gonna lie this is really weird for me to do. Normally when I talk into a camera, I'm at least with two more people and not doing it alone. So pretty much what my channel is going to be is just for fun. Some vlogs to show how my days are at home, work, or whatever. Fun Q&A's if y'all want. You guys can comment or tweet me some things you want to see on here."

"Hopefully having this channel is a good way for you guys to know me more than what you just see when I'm in a few Sam and Colby videos or TFIL videos. And hopefully, you guys enjoy this if not that's completely fine by me. It's not going to hurt my feelings in any way unless you're extremely mean for absolutely no reason. I'm looking forward to this ride for me and you guys."

"Now let's go give the news to my roommates because they have no idea I'm even doing this." She stops filming and then starts again going to Aaron's room first.

"Am I bugging you?" She pops her head into his room.

"Nope, what up?" He turns towards her.

"I'm making my very first vlog for my YouTube channel. What do you think about that?" She films him.

"People can finally see what you actually deal with 24/7." He laughs, "Also you finally joined the rest of the team. You're gonna have to join the prank wars now." He lets her know.

"Oh, hell. I forgot about that. Shit." She leaves his room and goes to Sam's. "Hey, hey, Sammy." She enters his room.

He looks at her confused, "What are you doing?" He chuckles.

"I'm starting my own YouTube channel and this is my first Vlog."

"I'm so proud of you. Look at you growing up." He cheers for her making her laugh.

"Let's go tell Colby now." They go across the hall. "Colbs!" She screams swinging his door open scaring him.

"Was that necessary?!" He throws a pillow at her.

"Yes, this is my first vlog on my channel." She smiles and he jumps up on his bed cheering.

"She's joined the dark side!"

She leaves his room finding Corey and Elton together, "Say hi for my first vlog going up on my channel!" She screams at them with Sam and Colby following her.

"What? Look at you!" Elton applauds her.

"Penelope! Penelope!" Corey chants.

"That means you can be part of the prank wars now, right? We get you and you can get back at us?" Elton brings it up as well.

"Shut up! Never mind, I'm not starting a channel." She shakes her head.

"Nope, now we can 100 percent involve you now." Colby cheers.

"Okay, well I'm ending this here now. Thank you, guys, for watching my first-ever video. You'll probably see stupid prank wars videos as soon as these idiots prank me. I'm not looking forward to that." She huffs.

"Like, comment, and subscribe!" Sam screams.

"Yeah!" They all yell.

"Again, thank you guys. I'll see you next time." She says ends the video.

"Look at her Colby. She's already a pro." Sam fake cries.

"Whatever, Sammy. Thank you guys for being happy for me." She tells them and they say of course.

She goes to her room and edits her video for a bit before she has to go do a little shoot for work. Leaving the house though, her car doesn't start so she goes back in asking for a ride and Colby is as the only free one.

"They won't mind if I'm just there right? Since I'm your ride and can just wait for you." Colby asks following the directions.

"I don't think they will mind. There's plenty of room behind to sit and watch. I've seen others that do nothing just sit around waiting for someone." She tells him.

As Penelope said they didn't really care Colby was there since he was her ride. Just as long as he say quietly they wouldn't have a problem with him.

While Penelope sat in her chair getting her hair and makeup done, Colby noticed Darwin walk in so he walked over to him.

"Ugh, if you're here she's here." Darwin sighs.

"You got my message right?" Colby crosses his arms.

"Yes, I got your stupid message. And I don't care if you guys are dating because I'm seeing someone else now. Who is way better than Penny." Colby's hands ball up into a fist and Darwin sees this, "Do it. Embarrass your girlfriend at her job."

"I'm not going to satisfy you." Colby walks off going back to Penelope, "Darwin just got here." He tells her.

"Just ignore him. For me, please." She takes his hand into hers.

"I will for you." He gives her a smile.

"Thank you." She lets go of his hand, "Now, I gotta go do my solo then we do group and we're good to go." She gets out of her chair.

As she works Colby just watched and was memorized by her and how she was a natural for the camera, "I'm entirely fucked." Colby says to himself then forces himself to look away to see another girl looking at him in a flirty way. His eyes widened a bit before looking back at Penelope.

"Darwin, who is that?" The girl walks over to him.

Darwin looks over at who Megan was talking about, "Colby, Penelope's boyfriend but when I dated her, he was just her best friend." He rolls his eyes.

"He's dating her?" She can't help but laugh, "He's too good-looking for her."

Darwin looks at her, "And I wasn't?"

"You were but you're not my type. He is." She looks back over at Colby, "You think he's the type to leave her or cheat?"

"You aren't going to get what you want Megan so give up now." Darwin goes through his phone but she walks over to Colby anyway.

"Hi, I'm Megan." She puts her hand out to Colby, who is startled by her coming over.

"Hey, I'm Colby, Penelope's boyfriend." He shakes her hand quickly.

"How did she get so lucky meeting you?" She says in a flirty tone.

"Childhood friends. Our moms are best friends." He looks at the time on his phone feeling awkward at the moment.

"So you guys are like really close?"

"Yeah, dippers to now. So our relationship is great." He smiles looking over to see Penelope still busy.

"I know you guys are like best friends as well but she can still keep secrets from you. Like did you know, she cheated on Darwin, with the guy over there, Jake. If you watch them near each other you can see they have a secret thing. I'm just trying to warn you."

Colby can't help but laugh at her, "Thanks but I'm good. We're good because you're making up lies at the moment. One; she tells me everything because we're best friends first. Two; Jake is gay because I follow him on Instagram so I know he has a boyfriend."

Megan stood there taken back because she was used to the guy believing her and getting with her next. She just huffs walking away as Penelope comes back, "You met Megan..."

"Yeah, made up lie about you. You apparently have a secret thing with Jake." He laughs.

"Wow. Yeah, she has a repetition for going after other girls' boyfriends and normally she gets what she wants." Penelope lets him know.

"Well, she's not getting what she wants this time." Colby kisses her cheek.

"Also, I'm not needed for the group shoot so we can go home now." She lets him know as well.

"Great because Megan eyeing me makes me super uncomfortable. First thing first, I have to find the bathroom before we head out."

Penelope gives him the directions while she grabs her stuff so Megan walks over to her, "Colby is sweet. Darwin said something while you were with him."

"Again, I never cheated on him with Colby. We got together after and months after so it wasn't right away." Penelope huffs trying to plead her case.

"I honestly don't see what he sees in you. You're way out of his league." Megan eyes her up and down before leaving her.

"I heard we're apparently a secret thing." Jake joins Penelope's side, "Freddie thinks that's funny."

"Yeah, she's trying to get what she wants."

"Are you even a little nervous she could? You two aren't really so..." He whispers the last part because he has known about the act since she told him.

"I know Colby's type and she doesn't fit it, trust me. Plus he hates mean girls. Especially if they're mean to me. Junior year he stood up his date to homecoming because she said shit about me." Penelope giggles thinking back, "It was funny the next day at school."

"Well, I wish you guys luck with her." Jake goes to his shoot as his name is called.

Walking towards the bathroom area, Penelope sees Megan with her back against the wall kissing Colby with her arms around his neck and his hands on the wall, "Huh." Penelope speaks up so Megan lets go smirking while Colby was speechless.

He was just coming out of the bathroom when Megan popped up out of nowhere and pulled him into a kiss. Her hold on him was tight he's been trying to get her off him for like the past minute. He thought he could use the wall as support to push out of her hold but it still didn't work.

"I get what I want." Megan shoulder checks Penelope going back to the main area.

Penelope shakes her head walking out with Colby following, "I swear I have been fighting to get out of her grip, Penny. I came out and she came out of nowhere grabbing me." Colby speaks up finally as they reach his car.

"It's okay, Colby." Penelope forces a laugh, "We aren't actually dating so you don't have to worry." She gets in the car.

"No, I do because you know me. I would never kiss or get with anyone who treats you like shit. Megan is a piece of trash and kissed me forcefully." Colby doesn't start the car.

"Colby, it's fine. I know and I believe you." She gives him a smile but deep down it hurts her for some odd reason. Like he said, he was trying to get her off him but still.

The ride back to the house was silent and the only the radio was the sound. Entering the house they go in different directions and Colby goes to rant to Sam.

"Oh, what now!?" Sam asks as Colby enters his room.

"So this chick, Megan, who is a bitch by the way. Forced herself into me because I'm dating Penelope. Penelope caught her kissing me in this situation because I couldn't get out of this girl's grip. I told Penelope what happened and she told me not to worry about it. Tell me why I feel like I should worry about it?" Colby takes a seat on the bed.

"You know exactly why, Colby. I don't have to remind you."

"But still!" He leans back hitting his head on the wall.

"I think your act is really getting to you since you actually want it to be true. You felt as if you were actually kissing another girl that's not Penelope, your girlfriend. Colby, you need to tell her or get over it because you're gonna drive yourself insane." Sam tries to help his best friend.

"Why did I have to feel this way about her? You were never this bad when you liked her. Yeah, I heard you saying you were close to asking her out before Tyson."

"Oh, I was, I just knew how to control my crush on her. Thankfully you introduced me to Kat and it went away." Sam laughs.

"What?! You liked her that long? Sam!" Colby jumps up.

"I did, yes."

"How can you have liked her when I did?" Colby says making Sam point at him.

"Ha! So you did know you liked her way before the kiss!" Sam jumps up now causing Colby to glare at him.

"Oh, shut up. You already said I've always had a thing for her deep down. I just never wanted to admit it. And you're not helping me right now."

"This is for you to figure out, dude." Sam pats his back.

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

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jin-zixun · 3 months ago

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ok but I really would like a comparative analysis between jin guangyao and princess sofia-

Sofia the first was my favorite childhood show btw xdd

ok i will need a bit to answer this

BUT LIKE OKAY so they're both like, newly brought in to their "royal" families (the Jin aren't really royal but they're like. Cultivation Nobility or whatever) as characters in the child role who don't really belong there, although Sofia has a better time of it because like. It's a show for little kids. But she still has the little kid equivalent struggles of fitting into the new family that is wealthy and powerful rather than just living in the village with her mother.

Like... Both JGY and Sofia take to this role by working hard at everything they're given and trying to live up to the expectations of their new roles, but still always being cognizant that like, they aren't "naturally" meant for their roles. JGY is illegitimate and the son of a prostitute, and Sofia is the step-child and daughter of a baker (a more "respectable" profession but like... Imagine if they had prostitutes on Disney Jr. No way.) But they both have a similar personality that helps them with this. They're both *manipulative* and willing to manipulate the people around them, even those they love, even lie to them if necessary, in order to bring about their own ends, which they see as the best of all options. Often this is something that their more naive gentry-born and raised loved ones are unable or unwilling to do or see.

...I'll have to come back with some more specific examples when I have the time to rewatch because like... It's almost fascinating just how manipulative they allow Sofia to be, and it's like... Of course in her position she has to be! Just like JGY she can't be as secure in her position as the others, and she feels a duty to change things where she can because she can see the problems, the cracks in the royal facade, while the other royals are content to stagnate. Like the regressive gender politics in the first episode, or the whole thing with the trolls in the third episode. She tricks Cedric in the fourth episode, in order to help him.

In Episode 5 she like, learns a lesson about lying (something she did to help her brother) but only a few episodes later, in The Princess Test, (if not sooner really gotta go watch some of this again) and lying is fine again, as long as it's subtle, as long as you have the power, like the teachers did over the kids in that episode, as long as you're doing it "for the right reasons". (Obviously they want to teach lessons to kids, but the lessons are contradictory, just like the expectations put on JGY, by the society he lives in and the duties he has to other people, and on Sofia herself, both as a princess and as the protagonist in a children's show. Really as a child in general tbh but that's not the point.)

They have other strengths of course, JGY has an eidetic memory and an ability to compartmentalize the horrors he's made to do, or figures he has to do. Sofia has a magical princess amulet with magical princesses... Sofia's world in uh, much softer and less actively hostile towards here. Obviously. But it is still something she has to make her own way in (an adventure ever day or whatever the line is. JGY too has a life of having "an adventure every day" but damn it's never like. A good adventure.) with her own sense of what's right, and like JGY she needs a way to make that happen. Like JGY standing by JGS and pushing for the watchtowers at the same time, or doing what he can to help out Cloud Recesses and the Lan Sect with the benefits his position affords him, Sofia also doesn't have the position where she can just have something done on her own say so. And she's unused to having any power to do so even if it's something she could do. She's also like 8, so her manipulations are seen as more like. Cute, probably. But like...

Anyway, if I do end up rewatching when I have more time, 100% I'll be expanding on this with specifics lmao.

#sorry #but not really

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who1ssheesh · 9 months ago

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Xanxus's s/o being best buds with squalo!!

Xanxus’ s/o being best friends with Squalo

Pairings: Xanxus/reader, Squalo/reader |PLATONIC|

Notes: maybe I’ve taken “buds” way too serious + Xanxus is a little piece of shit here I’m sorry……I’ll prolly will make Squalo s/o being buds with Xus soon lol. I also think I will expand on this one, feels rushed on some moments here and there

Warnings: swearing, not proofread at all, possible break-up 💀

If we take the route you’ve become friends with Squalo after starting to date Xanxus, then ooh boy, that’s a rocky start

Superbia admires Xanxus’ strength and specific traits – Squalo never in his life can terrify people around just by mere existing and suffocate with the strength through red wild eyes alone.

But other than that don’t they HATE each other with each letter in capital?

BTW Xanxus, on the other hand, is so ignorant he won’t admit any of Squalo’s strong traits to save his life, and captain acts much more reasonable here. So maybe you’re the one hinting to your man that he should go at least a little bit softer on his right hand

So. Squalo didn’t think Xanxus would date someone….like…….smart…….

He kind of expected a typical mob wife to be a candy of the eye and suck out (pun intended) money since Xanxus doesn’t care about people, you just gotta be useful to him

He can’t even lie he was dumbfounded seeing you for the first time. You are……..normal. He doesn’t mean ugly, you are pretty in a natural? Regular? way, not in a “I want to be a supermodel way too hard” way. Help me, I sound sexist.

It’s not an insult to you, it’s an “I can’t believe someone ambitious and smart got along with HIM”

100% the first time you see him is when Xanxus is beating the shit out of him with glasses again, and you were looking terrified to say the least. And Squalo was so NASTY, he really wished you would see this as the biggest red flag because he doesn’t want to see that bitch happy.

I mean it, there is just no way to get those two along, it’s a weird hate-infused destructive relationship between them.

You talk for the first time somewhere in the hall after that incident.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Squalo doesn’t answer, but you swear you heard an angry screech of his teeth in return.

You stumbled into each other pretty accidentally. You could be getting coffee for Lussuria (of COURSE you had to be friends with that-, he would think) and somehow you always got one for Squalo. You are subtle, most of the times not even talking to him, just acting like……you merely treat him as everyone else and don’t pay attention to his tantrums.

You are immune to tantrums with your boyfriend, you’re the reasonable one in the relationship lol

You are the first one to call Squalo out.

“Quit your bullshit”

• You know what’s funny? It worked. Now welcome hell, you can never escape but it’s funny at least.

• You start talking just a little bit, one step at a time, a rare sight seeing Squalo genuinely laugh at something. He enjoys your humor and your brute language, he can now see why you get along with Xanxus.

• You start gossiping with him a lot, he is such a bitch, no wonder Lussuria likes him. As we know, nothing brings you closer than this.

• Anyways, you forgot your furious manchild idiot of a man. And he doesn’t like what he sees, Xanxus unironically thinks you are fucking with Superbia, he is raging and is THIS far from shooting you two

• It’s a long and heated argument, honestly 90% chance it can lead to a break-up. THAT’S IT THANKS FOR READING

• No, but really it’s the first time you have such a scary interaction, it probably includes you having a breakdown.

• Squalo is around there as well, and he is sure to let Xanxus know he won’t let anything happen to you.

• It’s a hard one for your relationship, you probably don’t talk for several days, Squalo will feel guilty despite hating Xanxus with all soul. Xanxus may be a bitch, but you are not.

• Will be your voice of the reason - he can’t and won’t in any way pamper you or pity, but Squalo is good with spitting facts, 10/10 friend material

• Could be having some interactions with Xanxus about the situation, could be not, depends on his mood. But certainly will call his boss a fuck-head

• Sadly, I can’t see your friendship with Squalo go well with Xanxus. Squalo may be the reasonable, but your boyfriend in not

• You both develop a pretty defending relationship, Squalo is sinking with his buds trust me it’s a pride think. So at least you are going to be irritated at him throwing stuff at Squalo -> another argument.

• You don’t go too far though, you both respect each other’s independence and don’t act as mother hen. Rare mature friendship here

• You start going hanging out with Varia a lot, maybe you even meet some of his buds out of Varia. Xanxus is going to be around too btw, some can say he is acting calmer around you

• Squalo is a friend to insult you a lot even as a joke, so thick skin is required. Will be mad at you A LOT, but still is the one to come over at 2am 1000 km away if your car broke down or sum. But if it’s a shitty reason he will get mad and say to fuck your boyfriend’s brain instead.

• Even if you don’t try, you pick up some fencing knowledge lol. Squalo starts rambling a lot and really appreciates you listening. Does so in return, can interrupt you with a dumb joke or some nonsense but just wants to show you he listens

• Squalo can be away for long at missions and develop a habit of bringing you cards with a shitty dad jokes, insults or all together

• You humor synchronizes well, there are a lot of inside jokes, Squalo thinks those are the most important in a friendship lol. Excluding drinking bets

• Has some lines. Won’t get over your house if you are alone. Fair maybe? He wouldn’t be happy if his gf brought Xanxus at their house while he is away. Exception for some emergencies and business questions

• If you ever interested, Squalo will get you tickets to sword fight events. Especially where he participates lol. You don’t have to go, but….he gets you those cause wants to see you ok?? You brobably will go there with Bel or Lussuria

• BROFISTING A LOT AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL. Sometimes that piece of shit bumbs you with a metal hand on purpose

• Since you don’t see each other in a sexual or any romantic light at all, Squalo often forgets you are a woman and could be smaller or not so tough (in a physical sense) and can hit you too hard

• You two rating others’ attractiveness 100%💀💀💀💀 Sometimes Luss involved

• It takes a really long time, but the 3am late chats while smoking at a balcony are a thing (I have doomer panelka vibes in my blood, doing that rn whatchu gonna do about it)

• He one day comes you for a serious advice because he’s unsure, and you are the only one Squalo trusts. You appreciate that a lot. Like…a lot

• He will do a lot in return to show his appreciation for your support, you know there is always a man behind your back, ready to catch you if you fall

• I don’t know, to be honest, of Xanxus ever makes peace with your friendship. He is not jealous, it’s about…trust. He is dead inside thinking that in critical situation you can chose Squalo, and Xanxus realizes his tantrums (that fight) break your trust in him even more, which makes Squalo more valuable to you. So in conclusion….Xanxus breaks his life again and is scared.

• But at some point, you don’t have to feel sorry for him, he also wounded you, and he knows that (he should). Squalo 100% will evaluate your ego and aggression a lot, you become confident in protecting your boundaries.

• So if ever Xanxus makes you choose (and holy shit I can imagine him doing this-), you don’t have to chose him just to please him? But it’s hurting someone’s trust either way.

• If you prioritize Xanxus, your relationship with Squalo grow noticeably colder. You obviously won’t develop an “I can’t trust you my life” friendship, but you notice Squalo is not angry about it and even sees a certain reason in your decision. He respects your view on the situation (since you are with Xanxus longer than being friend with Superbia) and sees this as a logical conclusion - that’s the character he likes you because of, ok? You still have a joke here and there or go crazy together rarely just like with any Varia guardian. You will notice Xanxus’ gaze anyway, but it’s a different one - he knows he is the one for you and can’t get enough of that fact.

• Well…….if in the end Xanxus hurts you too much….Squalo is flabbergasted to say the least and feels a lot of responsibility in here secretly, even tho he understands you both are adults + Xanxus can fuck himself piece of shit go and die + voi + ratio. He becomes distant because of this, all while you are weeping here all alone and having second thoughts. I’m the end, he comes at you door in the most Superbia fashion - with a slap and now you have 23 hour training sessions to get your mind clear or sum (he is trying). He gotta get you back to your feet with confidence and pride better as ever, because he is a friend. He goes to help at 2am, gets you when you are all out of breath and here to beat some cense back to you. He helps you get your place in a mafia life once you are chipped off of Xanxus and are all alone, he honestly the one to see you succeed and make yourself a name AND he will hardcore convince you to become a swordsman as well if a potential is seen. It could be decades, but you are still here for Superbia as he is for you, and everyone knows you are always around each other - loud, arrogant, bashful and foul-mouthed. And he still bumps you with a metal hand on purpose istg

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