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plussizeficchick · 2 months ago

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But, I’m in the Survey Corps! | Mikasa x Chubby! Reader

Summary; Mikasa struggles with her feelings for reader, reader just wants to make her feel special. (Loosely based on the movie, But I’m a Cheerleader)

Warnings; Mikasa struggles with her sexuality (reader’s secure in her sexuality) cunnilingus, 69.

Sn: shockingly one of the longest fics I’ve ever written and I’ve been wanting to do a WLW fic for a while but I for some reason never got around to it?! Either way, if you have any WLW requests, feel free to drop them in my inbox

For as long as she could remember, Eren centered Mikasa’s world. Her parents were friends with his parents, and when her parents were murdered he was there for her.

Well, as well as a young, volatile boy can be there for someone.

She was… content. She’d always felt there was something, someone, lacking from her life and that feeling never eased as she and Eren became close with Armin. But she couldn’t complain, especially with the circumstances that laid ahead.

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When Mikasa first met you she wasn’t sure what to think of you. You surely weren’t what she was expecting from a survey corps member, not that it was a bad thing. You were just much more, softer.

A plush, round frame that pressed against the rough material of your uniform. Chubby, soft hands despite the rugged hand of the blade that you wield. A kindness that was unfamiliar to her, warmed her heart and made her stomach feel funny.

It was… off putting.

You didn’t let her hesitance towards you deter you though, as you were determined to meet and greet each potential scout and see what their strong suits were.

You had your fair share of peers who simply weren’t made for this kind of thing; they were abruptly cut. Then you had those who showed potential, but could do with some assistance, those were kept mainly as backup should anything go awry on a mission. Then you had those who exceeded expectations, they stayed at the forefront of the minds of the Commanders.

The main one to catch your eye was Mikasa and that was blatant to everyone. The moment she had been accepted into the scout regiment you had seemingly taken her under your wing. It wasn’t unusual seeing as you were lacking friends your age in the Survey Corps.You weren’t overly pushy and did most of the talking seeing as she didn’t respond much, but you knew she was listening if the little quirk in her lip was anything to go by.

In the time between her first arriving to the Survey Corps and her first mission, you’d both grown close, a little too close, according to the flutter in both your hearts when you’re with the other. She made you feel comfortable, safe, and the feeling was mutual seeing as you were the only one she could stand to be around for an extended period of time.

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“You’re getting awfully close to her.” Mikasa turns to see Eren with a less than pleased look on his face. She furrows her brows in confusion. “Who are you talking about, Eren?” She had a feeling about who he was talking about, but the thing is, she couldn’t find it in herself to care about what he thought.

The thought frightens her.

“That girl, (Y/N). I know we’re supposed to be getting comfortable here but, just be careful.” He says, giving a squeeze to her shoulder.

The truth was, Eren could see how Mikasa felt about you, hell, even a blind man could see how you both felt about each other. The longing stares when the other wasn’t looking. The random displays of affection that Mikasa wouldn’t award to anyone BUT you. The way you softly caress her cheeks and explain it as you just being “touchy”. You were full of shit, you both were, and while he may not be able to stop you from being together, he hoped he could prolong the inevitable.

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You both practically did everything together, eat, sleep, did chores. You shared parts of your past with each other and what dreams you had if you didn’t live in a world with titans.

She especially liked those moments. Tucked away in your barracks, hushed whispers between you both. It's incredibly intimate for friends, the way your eyes scan each other’s faces, gazes lingering on the other’s lips with want, however, you’re both too shy to do something so you settle for just being near each other.

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“What would you do, Mika?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper as you both lay on your backs next to each other on her dorm bed.

This was a regular occurrence, whenever one of you couldn’t sleep, one would climb into the other’s bed, talking to each other until you both fell asleep.

Mikasa was hardly paying attention though, the moonlight casting on your face just right emphasizing the natural glow in your eyes. “Sorry, what did you say?” She asks, pulling a light giggle from you.

She lives to hear you laugh.

“I was asking what would you do, you know, if you weren’t in the survey corps?” You repeat, eyes wide in anticipation of her answer.

And she’s about to answer with what she always says; I’d look after Eren. Only, that isn’t what she wants. At least not completely.

No, no she’d want, need you.

But she’s not ready to admit that to herself yet, so she says the next best thing. “I’d like to be an artist,” She starts, and you gasp slightly in shock. “Before everything happened, I used to like to sketch in the few books that we had. It wasn’t much, but it was mine.” She looks at you, almost for reassurance and you’re more than happy to offer it.

“I think you would’ve been an amazing artist, Mika.” You turn on your side, looking deep into her eyes. “You have a beautiful soul, Mika. I’m sure it would’ve been breathtaking to see on paper.” And Mikasa feels her heart swell.

You reach out and place a loving hand on her cheek, caressing the soft skin there. To others this would seem more than platonic, and while there was definitely some underlying feelings there, this was just how you two were. Affectionate.

You let out a slight yawn, sleep finally catching up to you. “I’m not sure what I would want to be,” You say after a while, cuddling up close to her. “But I know wherever I am, I want to be with you.”

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Mikasa felt like she was losing her mind. She’d never been with a girl before. Hell, she’d never been with anyone before, but she’d always been told growing up that she’d find a nice husband and have kids.

She couldn’t do that with you, right?

It was impossible, plus, you hadn’t really given her any indication that you were the slightest into women, let alone her. So what was the point in over analyzing everything?

So what if she liked you? There was no way you liked her.

But what if? She can’t help but think.

What if you did like her in the same way she liked you? Did you think about her in the dead of night? Did you think about holding her the same way she wants to hold you? Did you think about what she looked like naked, when she slipped her fingers into her wet cunt, dripping all because of you.

She thinks of you. She thinks of you more than she cares to admit but it’s just so hard not to. In a short amount of time you managed to wedge your way into her heart and she doesn’t know if she hates or loves you for it.

— —

Mikasa was acting strangely.

Everyday for the past week, whenever you tried to reach out to her, she pulled back from you.

You try to eat lunch with her? She’d finish her food in 5 minutes then leave without so much a word. You excitedly wave hello to her when you see her in the morning? She’s giving you a formal, tight lipped smile. You ask her if she wants to hang out after a meeting? She has chores to do.

Well, you can believe that last one, but she has no excuse for those other two!

So as much as you don’t want to, you go and confront her.

You find her in her dorm, her roommate off somewhere doing chores presumably, when you shut and lock the door behind you.

“What’s going on, Mika?” You ask her, a deep sigh escaping you. You hadn’t realized how much this situation was affecting you. Mikasa continues cleaning, almost as though she didn’t hear you, “Nothing’s going on, (Y/N). I’ve just been busy.” Her tone is firm, clipped. Like she wants the conversation to be over already.

“That’s bullshit and you know it! Why won’t you talk to me? I thought we were friends.” You exclaim, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. You know you shouldn’t, but it’s hard not getting emotional about this. You’d already lost so much, you didn’t want to lose her while she was still alive.

Mikasa threw the cleaning rag down in frustration, “That’s the fucking problem, (Y/N)! I- I love you and I don’t understand how or why. I just want to be with you all the time but it’s wrong! I’m not supposed to- we’re not supposed to…” She trails off, sobs erupting from her throat. You’re shocked by her confession, though you put that on the back burner in favor of comforting Mikasa.

“What do you mean, Mika? Why is it wrong?” You coo, arms wrapping around her cautiously. She leans into your warmth without realizing, seeking your comfort. “Because I always thought I’d be with Eren when we got older. That we’d be married with kids. But then I met you, and now, now I’m not so sure I want that.” You take a deep breath, collecting your thoughts.

“Mika, do you want really want to be with Eren?” She tries to shake the thought of you from her head. “I’m supposed to-” “That’s not what I asked. Do. You. WANT. To be with him?” You ask her again, spelling it out slowly. She slowly shakes her head no. “Do you love me?” You ask her. Mikasa doesn’t hesitate before she answers. “Yes,” She says, gazing up at you. “I’ve never been sure about much in my life, but I’m certain in how I feel about you.” You smile at her proclamation. “Then there’s no problem, love. I’m in love with you too. Deeply and irrevocably.” You tell her, pressing your foreheads together. “We don’t need all that other stuff to be happy. We have each other, and that’s been enough these past few months hasn’t it?” That made Mikasa think.

Who did she have to make proud? Both her parents were gone, and so were the only other mother and father figures in her life. She could do whatever she really wanted to, be with whoever she wanted to, with no real consequence.

The thought makes her look up at you, eyes glancing between your own and your lips. You catch onto what she’s doing, a small smile makes its way to your lips. “D’ya wanna kiss me, Mika?” You tease, fully prepared for her to blush and deny, but she takes you by surprise when she presses a passionate but chaste kiss against your lips. You barely feel the warmth of her lips before she’s pulling back, a bright blush on her cheeks.

There’s my girl.

You pull her back into you, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She kisses back, albeit a bit clumsy, but you have time to explore each other.

You trail kisses from her lips to her neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. Mikasa fists a hand in your hair, whimpers bubbling in the back of her throat. “Please.” She whines when you give a particularly harsh suck on her pulse point.

You take pity on her and help her undress while she does the same for you. She guides you to her bed, pushing against your shoulders so you lie back flat against her mattress. “I’ve never really done this before.” She murmurs, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously.

You sit up on your elbows, offering her a warm smile, “That’s okay, Mika. I haven’t either.” You almost chuckle at the way Mikasa's eyes widen in shock. “But you seem so… experienced. The way you touch me…” “Honestly, Mika? With you, I just do what feels right. I’m just glad that I’m able to be with you and make you feel good.” You tell her earnestly and Mikasa feels her heart grow bigger.

Gaining confidence, Mikasa decides to cup your tits in her hands. She runs her thumbs over your nipples, giving light, teasing squeezes to your nipples. “They’re so pretty.” She says, in total awe of you. “Wanna make you feel good too, (Y/NN).” She leans down to press wet kisses along your neck, trailing in between your breasts. She nips at the flesh before settling her warm mouth around your nipple. Her tongue flicks and laps at the bud, saliva accumulating around the swollen flesh. You moan as she sucks at the tender bud. She alternates for a few minutes before you pull her up for a steaming kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth.

As you slowly pull away, a whimper escapes her, “Please,” She begs, eyes watering at the lust simmering within her. “I need you so bad, (Y/N). So bad.” And who are you to deny her?

You lie back before guiding Mikasa onto your face, with her facing towards your covered core. She pulls off your drenched underwear. She gasps at the sight of your soaked core, the slick, puffy folds looking absolutely appetizing.

She leans down, licking a bold stripe down the center of your cunt and moans at the taste of your nectar. That’s all it takes before she’s on you. Sucking and licking at your clit like no tomorrow. Your legs automatically clamp around her head, and the feeling of your squishy thighs against her cheeks has her moaning into your pussy.

You cry out at the overwhelming feeling, but manage to push through to offer the same amount of pleasure to her.

You sit her cunt down on your face, the smell of her taking over your senses. You manage to weave a hand to pull her panties down and her pussy lips apart, licking a stripe of your own through her sticky folds.

She whines into your cunt as you begin to eat her out vigorously, grinding her pussy on your face while you thrust your cunt up into hers when she loses focus.

It’s messy, you’re both dripping with arousal for each other, Mikasa’s heady scent taking over your senses as you suck her clit into your mouth, tongue rubbing over her bundle of nerves.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both cumming together, crying out at the pleasure and drinking up everything the other has to offer.

When she finally comes down from her orgasm, she descends onto the bed, still a bit overwhelmed. “How was that?” She looks over at you nervously, and you can’t help but kiss away her fears. “It was perfect, just like you.” You giggle, peppering little kisses all over her face. “I’m not perfect.” She sighs, though she lets herself indulge in your affection.

“Maybe not to you, but you are to me.”

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ozzyscollectiblehub · 3 months ago

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Frank Howard: The Gentle Giant of the Dodgers

In the storied history of the Los Angeles Dodgers, few players stood out with the same imposing presence and raw power as Frank Howard. At 6’7” and over 250 pounds, Howard earned the nickname “The Capital Punisher” for his ability to crush baseballs and intimidate opposing pitchers. A gentle giant off the field, Howard’s legacy as a Dodger remains etched in the annals of baseball history, where his towering home runs and sheer strength made him one of the most feared hitters of his era.

Early Life and Road to the Dodgers

Frank Howard was born on August 8, 1936, in Columbus, Ohio, and was an exceptional athlete from a young age. He excelled in both baseball and basketball, earning a scholarship to Ohio State University. Howard’s size and athleticism caught the eye of scouts, and after a stellar collegiate career, he was signed by the Dodgers in 1958. At the time, the Dodgers were still transitioning from their Brooklyn roots, having moved to Los Angeles just a year prior, and Howard’s arrival signaled the start of a new era for the team.

Howard’s natural power was undeniable from the moment he entered the minor leagues, quickly rising through the Dodgers’ farm system. His combination of size, strength, and bat speed made him a standout, and it wasn’t long before he would make his mark in the majors.

Rookie of the Year

Frank Howard made his major league debut with the Dodgers in 1958 but became a full-time player in 1960. It didn’t take long for him to showcase his incredible power at the plate. In his first full season with the Dodgers in 1960, Howard hit .268 with 23 home runs and 77 RBIs, earning him the National League Rookie of the Year Award. His ability to hit tape-measure home runs thrilled fans at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, and Howard quickly became a fan favorite in the Dodgers’ lineup.

His towering frame and effortless swings made him one of the most dangerous hitters in the league. However, Howard was not just a one-dimensional power hitter; he had the ability to hit for average and was known for his disciplined approach at the plate.

A Key Contributor in the Dodgers’ Success

In the early 1960s, the Dodgers were a team built around pitching, speed, and defense. Led by Hall of Famers like Sandy Koufax, Don Drysdale, and Maury Wills, the Dodgers relied on their arms to win games. However, Frank Howard provided the offensive firepower the team needed to complement their pitching staff.

During his time with the Dodgers, Howard was a key contributor to the team’s success, helping the club win the 1963 World Series. That year, the Dodgers swept the New York Yankees in four games, a significant achievement against one of baseball’s most dominant franchises. While Howard didn’t have his best individual season in 1963, his presence in the lineup was invaluable, and his power was always a threat to opposing pitchers.

The Coliseum’s Short Porch

One of the unique aspects of Frank Howard’s career with the Dodgers was his experience playing in the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. Before Dodger Stadium opened in 1962, the team played its home games in the Coliseum, a stadium known for its odd dimensions. The left field fence was a mere 251 feet from home plate, but the towering 42-foot screen made it difficult to hit home runs there.

For a power hitter like Howard, the short distance was both a blessing and a challenge. While it provided opportunities for home runs, the high wall forced him to hit balls with serious power and height to clear it. Despite this challenge, Howard was able to launch several memorable home runs over the screen, further solidifying his reputation as a slugger.

Trade to Washington and Continued Success

Despite his success with the Dodgers, Frank Howard’s time in Los Angeles came to an end in 1964 when he was traded to the Washington Senators in a multi-player deal. The trade was a shock to many Dodgers fans who had come to admire Howard’s powerful presence at the plate. However, the move to Washington allowed Howard to truly flourish.

With the Senators, Howard would go on to become one of the most dominant power hitters of the late 1960s and early 1970s. He led the American League in home runs twice and became a fixture in All-Star Games. In 1968, Howard hit a career-high 44 home runs, and in 1969 he followed it up with 48 home runs, cementing his status as one of the premier sluggers in the game.

Legacy with the Dodgers

Although Frank Howard spent the majority of his prime years with the Washington Senators, his time with the Dodgers laid the foundation for his Hall of Fame-worthy career. He remains an important figure in Dodgers history as one of the first true power hitters to emerge for the team after their move to Los Angeles.

Dodger Stadium may have become famous for its pitching duels and low-scoring games, but during his time in Los Angeles, Howard brought the excitement of the long ball to Dodgers fans. His massive frame and larger-than-life personality made him a beloved figure in the clubhouse, and his contributions to the Dodgers’ success during the early 1960s should not be overlooked.

In 2019, the Dodgers inducted Frank Howard into their Legends of Dodger Baseball, an honor that recognizes players who have made significant contributions to the franchise. This induction served as a reminder of Howard’s impact on the team and the fans who witnessed his remarkable talent.

Frank Howard may not have spent the entirety of his career with the Los Angeles Dodgers, but his legacy as one of the franchise’s most imposing and feared sluggers is undeniable. From winning Rookie of the Year honors to helping the Dodgers capture a World Series title, Howard’s contributions during his time in Dodger blue will forever be remembered.

As one of the great power hitters of his generation, Howard’s ability to hit towering home runs left an indelible mark on baseball, and his time with the Dodgers was the beginning of what would become a remarkable career.

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mkgtweety · 6 months ago

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arlequinelunaire · 6 months ago

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Danganronpa Showa: Prologue Part 5

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We soon split into groups to examine the main Hope's Peak building more thoroughly, and find out just where this Gymnasium was. Momoka, Dejan, and I couldn't help but notice the sight of a strange, metallic door that clashed with the surrounding wooden corridor. I slowly approached to knock, only to immediately hear a firm, cold voice on the other end. "Who is this?" "Er, hi there. I-I'm Tsubasa Enoshima, I'm a Pilot attending here. The other students and I w-were just trying to find the Gymnasium," I stepped back and told her. The door gradually opened, and we were met by a tall girl sporting a blackish-brown ponytail. She wore a coat, black on the outside and blue on the inside, over a white naval jacket marked with a silver anchor emblem, then had on a pleated skirt and black boots with pantyhose. "Yeah, and I do tank stuff! So like, that means we're practically a trio, right?" Dejan spoke up, but nobody acknowledged him. "Oh my, you'd be the Ultimate Captain, wouldn't you?" Momoka said, her eyes brightening. "Ah, this'd make for everyone I had on my radio show!" The captain girl didn't acknowledge her either. Her stone glare however did slowly fade, as she muttered, "Well, none of you seem a threat. Very well, while I'm here you may enter my Lab". "Wait a minute, lab?" I said, a little off guard. "Huh, didja barely read up on Hope's Peak before ya came here?" Dejan said, looking at me, "We're Ultimate students, so the school gives us custom-fit Ultimate Research Labs, like I got a whole garage and everything!" "Oh, right. It's just I was scouted late, that's all, so I didn't get as much time," I told him. The Lab of the Ultimate Captain actually had a whole bunch of metal doors inside, like most battleships did. I couldn't say for certain, but I vaguely remembered this was to protect against hull breaches. I even saw those little round windows and a steering wheel, no less. Just being in here, I nearly forgot this was even a schoolroom. "I owe you my name, don't I?" the Captain said to us, before she sighed and said, "Very well, I am Yamato Manami".

Having seen the Research Lab of the Ultimate Captain, if I could I would've taken the chance to go around searching for mine, or anyone else's, respective Labs. Unfortunately, we did have that Gym we needed to be getting to. There being only so much space on the North Building's ground floor, and any way up in here blocked off by the ruins of crumbled stairs, it at least didn't take us much more time to find the Gymnasium at the end of a u-shaped hall. There was a small foyer just before the Gym though, containing what looked like trophies awarded to Hope's Peak's alumni. I could see swords and armour, a rifle, now smudged photographs, framed letters of commemoration, sporting equipment, even strange mechanical devices than ran on everything from clockwork to diesel tech. Slowly everyone passed through the foyer, including who seemed to be the three remaining students I hadn't met yet... as I definitely would've recognised one girl if I'd seen her before. While she looked mostly human, she had wolf ears poking out of her bright-blue hair, the upper mouth and side-fang of a cat, the tails of a fox, squirrel, seal, and tanuki, the paws of a kangaroo, and the legs of a goat. I was surprised she was still able to put on a standard school uniform through all that. "~Nyaa!" she smiled as she called out, before she started sniffing me. "Sowwy, but I hafta check to make sure you got nothin' dangerous on ya, mister," she told me, a snake's tongue flickering out of her, "Oh yeah, they say my name's Kimura Etsuko, but I like Ecchan better, wan wan! They say I'm 'sposed to be the Ultimate Chimera, but like, I thought those were just lion, goat, and snake? Then again, guess I gotta be called somethin' around here," she shrugged then panted. "Er, okay... I'm Tsubasa Enoshima, charmed I'm sure," I tried to put as naturally as I could. Ultimate 'Chimera'? Normally by now I would've checked again to make doubly sure I wasn't dreaming, but the thing was, from what little info was leaked on lab experiments throughout the war... yeah, suddenly a hybrid beast-girl didn't seem so implausible.

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jadeazora · 6 days ago

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Extended Masters message:

Sygna Suit Giovanni (Alt.) & Guzzlord are a Dark-type Support Pair with the Field EX Role.

They can use their Endless Ambition! Move to raise all allies' Attack and Sp. Atk by two stat ranks and apply the Take Next "All" Move effect to themselves. The Take Next "All" Move effect is a new status change that causes the user to take more damage when hit by Moves and Sync Moves that target all allies, but it also causes those attacks to miss allies other than the user. It's basically a suped-up Follow Me.

Also, thanks to one of their Passive Skills, when they use their Stockpile Move, they can raise all allies' Defense and Sp. Def by three stat ranks and increase all allies' Sync Move ↑ Next effect by two ranks. Plus, their Guzzling Swallow Buddy Move, which can be activated when they use their Stockpile Move, restores all allies' HP. Their Gorging Crunch Buddy Move can be activated when their Defense and Sp. Def total six stat ranks or higher, and it lets them unleash a powerful attack against one opponent. Another Passive Skill of theirs restores one MP of their Trainer Move when they use a Buddy Move.

They've added the #HailGiovanni Hashtag, which can be set in your Profile, as well as a Team Rocket-themed photo background and Frame.

A new Extreme Battle Event has been added, as well as an event in mid-January from which you can earn a special Team Rocket Title. (I hope this isn't as bullshit as the Subway one. I was never able to complete that last battle 💀 Most of the teams I saw were using fully buffed Arc Pairs. I only recently got AS Steven 3/5.)

Starting Jan1 at 1am, a Log-in Bonus rewarding 5,000 Gems will begin, as well as another Log-in Bonus that offers Tickets you can exchange for items such as Move Candy Coins and Roll Cake Coins of each kind.

The New Year's Gem Present Rally starts soon, and will randomly award up to 60,000 Gems to players who log in during the Rally period!

Lucas & Torterra will make their debut in the Mix Scout, and another wave of existing Fair-Exclusive Sync Pairs will get Superawakening added.

Three kinds of 5-Select Poké Fair Scout ×15 will begin on Jan2, and the New Year's seasonal Story Event will start on Jan3.

With the app update in late January, they'll add the feature that lets players interact and cooperate with each other, which was mentioned in the message talking about the 5yr anniversary! This feature will allow any player to create a community, where players will be able to interact with each other using set phrases and exclusive emotes. There will also be special Missions and Log-in Bonuses that are exclusive to communities.

The next message will be in late January.

A short message from the Masters team is out: starting Jan1, 2025, Lana will be available in the Trainer Lodge as a Guest, tho to invite her, you'll need to team up with Lana & Araquanid first.

Lance is also in the Pokemon Center to tease an event starting tomorrow at 10am. The full message will be out tomorrow, probably around that time.

Here's Mix Lucas, who will be available starting Jan1.

The next event in Cafe Remix features Dracozolt and the next Delivery focus is Ogerpon in her New Year's outfit. Both of these begin Jan1!

#pokemon masters #pokemas #boss giovanni #team rocket #guzzlord

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quasarkwell · 1 year ago

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A pinewood derby is a popular Boy Scout event where a person receives a pinewood derby kit with regulation wood block, axles, and wheels, and carves something to race down a sloped track, allowing for gravity to power the cars rather than other methods of propulsion.

I was never a fan of this, because carving is an art form that I never was able to appreciate.

However, my uncle sponsored an extended-family event last night, using special pinewood-derby regulation wheels with Lego attachments on them. Using his large collection of Legos, we first made minifigures and then built cars.

First, my minifigure. I was consistently told that this pilot looked a lot like me. I have brown hair in real life, but purple is my favorite color and I love the goggles. He came out looking at home with mad science, so I made him a mad-science themed car. We had half an hour to make our car designs, and I spent a decent amount of that time trying to make a chair that my minifigure could actually sit in. It was difficult due to the orange piece on his back, but any good builder can work around problems. Behold, the part I'm proudest of, the seat and console!

After this was done, I found some pieces I liked to decorate the car with, and then built a simple aerodynamic frame around them. It came together very smoothly, and I was impressed.

A rocket-inspired car with mad science flair. I particularly liked the transparent blue piece on the front that has lightning printing, but I don't recognize where it's from, and it was difficult to work with.

As for the actual racing, the other cars were very cool too. I don't have pictures, but I am trying to get them, and I will post them when I get them.

The track was known by anyone invested in this kind of thing as the best pinewood derby track in the state. It had a pedal that released the cars so even small children could start them, it had a speed register at the finish line and a replay camera, and at the very end was a narrowing foam corridor so the cars came to a far more gentle stop.

Mine consistently placed first. There was only one car that could match it: The Mantis, made by my sixteen-year-old brother (you can see it in the background of the minifigure photoset, albeit horribly blurred). The Mantis was also streamlined and also under the weight limit. Our cars were breaking each other's record until the last race, where he broke the last one I had set. In the end, it came down to not even two tenths of a second, but he received first place.

There was also a "best car design" category, which I will save for when I get pictures, and a sportsmanship raffle, where we received lottery tickets for good sportsmanship.

I'll reblog this with the designs of other cars and the winners of "best design" awards when I get their photos.

#lego #pinewood derby #cars #racing

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lalunanymph · 3 years ago

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smoke and mirrors

summary: You were his muse and he was the sweetest temptation you couldn’t wait to devour.

pairing: lingerie designer! getou suguru x model! f reader

warnings: butterfly-inducing sexual tension, blowjobs, sir kink, spanking, lingerie kink, degradation, praise, girl-on-top sex, mentions of commitment phobia, mentions of alcohol, just all around smuttiness and thirstiness for getou, unedited fic

a/n: inspired by this post which started this whole brainrot fest ghjkghj

You had no idea how it all began.

This… flirtation. The tension. The flitting looks given to each other over swathes of lace and garter belts and requests to be alone in fitting rooms together.

It was industry knowledge never to bite the hand that feeds you; but in your case, what if that hand was immensely tempting that you couldn’t help but want to feel it caressing all over your body, sloping around your neck, calloused fingers running all over–

“You’re staring at him again.”

Mai’s voice was the one to break you out of your reverie and you snapped your attention back to her.

“Huh?”

She took in your flushed cheeks, the indents in your lower lips that you had been unconsciously biting down on and smothered a smirk behind her open palm, her pretty face twisted in delight at having caught you right in the act.

“Oh, don’t act all coy, Y/N,” she chastised in mock annoyance. “You’re practically undressing Getou-san with your eyes.”

The man in question was leaning against the wall, oblivious to their stares, sipping on his usual cup of iced coffee – one pump of espresso and soy milk, his favorite order that you found out from one of the PAs. With his lean frame that was lined with abs (which you had found out after snooping his Instagram page) every woman wanted to be with him and every man wanted to be him (sometimes, men wanted to be with him, too).

Getou Suguru was the definition of attractive and you were not the only person who noticed it. Waves of whispers traveled in whichever room he was in and for good reason.

Not only was he handsome, Getou-san was one of the most respectable lingerie designers out there. Having graduated from Parsons in New York, he had recently won a COTY award for his work on the Bottega runway. Having him here to design the pieces you would be wearing was as close to touching a fashion god as you could get.

Rearranging your expression into one of indifference to keep up with appearances, you plucked your blush from the dresser table. “Was not.” Mai imitated your movements, picking up the pink tinted Benefit blush and applying it onto the apples of her cheeks. With her fair complexion, deep verdant eyes and angular features, she was one of the star models of Japan's first Fenty show. She was scouted along with you not too soon after you were approached by another modeling agency.

Though you were both considered to be colleagues, she was as close as a friend could be, which was why she dropped the honorifics and muttered, “You’re such a shit liar, Y/N-chan.”

Getou strolled past your dressing tables, sleek in his plain black t-shirt, leather jacket and slim-fitted jeans. A tattoo of a dragon peeked form the split of his collar and you wondered how it would feel to run your tongue over that intricate design, hear his moans and–

“–some? Y/N? Hello? Earth to Y/N.”

You snapped your attention back to Mai, noticing from the splash of the LED lights in the dressing room mirror that you had a faraway look in your eye. A light pink dusting crept on your cheeks and it didn’t take a genius to see who was the cause of your sudden distraction.

“I was g’na order a salad for myself and wanted to ask if you want some but I guess you already have a meal.”

At Mai’s sarcasm you leaned forward and gently smacked her arm. “Hey! It’s not like that, it’s–“

“L/N-san? Mai-san?”

You froze when you heard his voice and meekly turned your gaze to him. Getou Suguru was all smiles when he peered down at the both of you, gesturing to the changing room. “I need to fit the both of you into your final runway pieces. Can I steal you both for a bit?”

“I’m waiting on my salad so you can take Y/N first. Is that alright, Getou-san?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you subtly glanced at Mai to find her usual saccharine smile fixed on her plump lips. His grin never faltered and he nodded. “Sure,” Getou chirped, “C’mon, Y/N.”

Though fittings with the designers were common, you had never once been in the same vicinity all by yourself with the man you were currently harboring a humongous crush on. It was making you faint with nerves and you shot Mai a glare, her little smug wave solidifying the fact that she had done this on purpose.

You couldn’t exactly back out of a fitting session without being branded a diva so you trailed behind Getou, tightening the sash of your silk robe around your waist. It was close to five hours before showtime and the other girls were languishing around, some models practicing their runway walk, others bumping Rihanna while the rest like you and Mai prepped and prepared their skin for makeup application later. There would be a trial run of the show before the curtains would rise and you had butterflies in your stomach.

This was your first big show after many small pageants and while you were a newcomer to the scene, what drew you to Fenty was the diversity in the models. Indeed, there were so many beautiful women around you with varying skin tones, ethnicities and cultures all blending under one roof to showcase inclusivity to the Tokyo metropolis. It left you light-headed with the flattery of it all that you were here tonight.

Getou stopped and pulled back the curtain, allowing you to step before him into the changing room. Having been used to each other’s nudity (shows were often chaotic and many models had to strip down to their underwear in between sets), you were comfortable enough to disrobe, leaving you in your modest t-shirt bra and panties.

He was professional enough not to stare long at your curves. After working with many half-nude women over the years, you thought he had grown desensitized to all the spilling flesh and scandalous bits and pieces.

“Are you nervous for the show?” Getou asked as he handed you the bedazzled black lingerie set that you would wear for the final walk down the runway. He turned around to give you privacy to change and you unclipped your bra with a short hum. “Hmm… kinda,” you admitted.

“Oh, right! This is your first show, yeah?”

Getou’s ease of how he was willing to strike up a conversation surprised you and you slowly started to open up to him. “Y-yeah it’s my first,” you said and slipped on the bedazzled piece. You removed your panties and did the same with the jeweled bottoms. “Oh, I’m done, by the way.”

Getou swiveled back to face you, and set to work. While he fiddled with the straps and stuck in the adornments to your piece, he continued cajoling you into talking. “I don’t know how you girls do it. I’d be shaking in my boots if I had to walk around in my underwear.”

“But, you have a pretty good body, Getou-san,” you blurted out before thinking. Immediately, you clamped your mouth shut, chastising yourself for how creepy you sounded. To your relief, he didn’t comment on it, preferring to chuckle. “I guess you could say I worked hard for that, but still–wouldn’t want to show the goods off too early.”

His words made you giggle and you felt the skimming of his fingers down your back as he wrapped the body jewelry around your torso. You held your breath when those same fingers skittered across your chest, trying hard not to flush. If any of the other girls were here, you would be distracted while having a conversation with them, but as it was, you were alone with him. If your heart was a runner it would be doing a marathon right now with how fast it was beating.

You could feel the brush of his hot breath down your throat and something inside your body tightening in response. Getou was oblivious, adjusting and clipping on your body jewelry to form a diamond-shaped harness that wrapped around your breasts and gave the suggestion of debauched naughtiness. Tonight’s theme was BDSM after all, and the designs were anything but modest.

“There,” he said with a satisfied smile. “You’re all perfect.”

Ignoring how his words made you throbbed, you spun around to face the mirrors, admiring how the silky material and diamond studs made your whole appearance pop even when your hair and makeup was not yet done.

“It’s amazing,” you marveled. “Your designs are beautiful, Getou-san.”

A hint of red tinted his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “Thank you for your words, Y/N-san.”

“It’s just Y/N,” you said with a small smile. “Please feel free to call me that.”

Was it the dim lighting or did his flush grow deeper? “You can call me Suguru too, Y/N.”

Mimicking his shy disposition, you nodded. “In that case, your designs are amazing, Suguru.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re wearing them, Y/N.”

It wasn’t in your head; did Getou Suguru just… flirt with you?

Not leaving you a chance to ruminate over his words, Getou clicked his tongue. “I’ll bring Mai-san and Nobara-san in after this.” Flashing you a heart-melting smile, he said, “It was nice to get to know you more, Y/N.”

His fingers were around your neck, gently brushing your hair back to unclasped the chain of the body jewelry. You had to take a few breaths to choke out your next words.

“Y-you too, Suguru.”

Flecks of champagne sprayed in the air after a loud pop and your shrieks mingled with the other girl’s screams of excitement and ecstasy. The show was a massive hit – with over two million viewers and a packed runway, the first Fenty show in Japan drew more eyeballs than anyone could’ve anticipated in their wildest dreams. The brand’s ambassadors all thanked the models for a memorable event, everyone’s grins as bright as the sun.

Your legs were all but jelly as Mai shoved a flute of champagne into your hand. “We did it, Y/N-chan!”

“Yes!” you are enthused by her joy. “You looked so good on the stage, Mai-chan,” your words were followed by Nobara’s snort.

The brown-haired beauty’s smile was teasing when Mai’s verdant eyes narrowed in mock annoyance. “Is that derision I hear, Kugisaki-chan? Surely not from someone like you who nearly broke your heel on the stage.”

Intervening before they could both take their friendly cat fight to not-so friendly waters, you passed your flute to Kugisaki and all but pressed the rim to her lips to get her to drink so she couldn’t reply to Mai’s remark. Thankfully, Getou found your group and everyone’s bickering ceased when the handsome lingerie designer regarded you with a grin.

“You ladies looked fantastic on that stage,” he said, clapping his eyes on you and shifting them around to include the rest of your colleagues. “It was my honor to dress you all.”

“Aw, will you not be at the next show, Getou-san?” Mai asked with a pout, sensing the impending goodbye in his words.

Getou was endeared by her concern and ran his fingers through his luscious hair, a light chuckle leaving his plush lips. “I’m taking a break for a bit– probably gonna visit my mom in Osaka and spend some time by the beach to recharge before the next fashion season.”

“Really? What a surprise, Y/N has always wanted to go to Osaka,” Mai quipped and nudged your side. “Didn’t you, Y/N?”

Blushing from the champagne and nerves, you nodded. “I heard it’s a beautiful city.”

“I’ll show you around if you’re ever there,” he promised before his PA tapped his shoulder to drag him into one more press conference. Getou gave all of you an apologetic smile and said, “Sorry, be right back.”

You watched his broad back disappear towards the conference room down the hall. You felt stares on you and whirled around to find Mai and Kugisaki fighting back their smirks.

“Oh god, it’s so obvious,” Nobara giggled, “I totally get what you mean now, Mai-chan.”

You flushed at the implications of their impish smirks and rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing, guys.”

It would’ve been a full minute of teasing if it wasn’t for the head crew man calling for an impromptu photo shoot. Fueled by champagne and the buzz from strutting down a runway in front of millions of eyes, all the girls were in. As you strutted a pose, you sensed the inescapable heat of a stare; the moment you looked up, you found Suguru standing by the sidelines, his gaze locked on yours. Momentarily forgetting that you were poised for a photo, the crew man’s words brought you back from drowning in a pair of dark, melted eyes.

Conversation veered into what they were going to eat after this show with many opting for the comfort of greasy food that you didn’t find that tempting. After all, you had plans tomorrow with your family for brunch and you didn’t want to be too bogged down.

“Are you coming, Y/N?” Mai asked, slipping on her leather jacket with Nobara at her heel.

“I’ll catch up with you next week for the photoshoot,” you said to your colleagues, giving them a small wave. “I need to clean up my mess.”

It was the truth; the lingerie sets that you had haphazardly thrown at your station was a sight for sore eyes and you didn’t want the cleaners to curse your name. These were Getou’s creations after all and the agency had to make sure they were pristine when they gave it back to him. Setting to work, you tried to ignore Mai’s mess and Kugisaki’s even bigger pile, knowing that they could answer for themselves if the management were to inquire.

Folding the bedazzled pieces and lacy bits, you thought back to your runway walk, remembering how your legs were shaking but you had managed to maintain your cool. You wanted to ask your parents if they saw you and blushed when you came to the conclusion that many people in your life must’ve seen you strutting in nothing but your underwear. Maybe Getou was right – it was too soon to show off the goods.

As if you had summoned him, you heard his soft throat clearing behind you. Spinning around, you broke into a bright smile. “Suguru–hi! Are you done with your press conference?”

He nodded as the camera crew was trailing off towards the exit, speaking and joking in low voices. Getou gestured towards the heavy double doors. “Why didn’t you follow them for supper?”

“I have brunch tomorrow,” you said, carefully folding the Swarovski studded special you had worn on Getou’s behest. “I don’t wanna be too full.”

Suguru nodded and he seemed to be bouncing on his feet, as if he was debating if he should stay back or go.

“Suguru–”

“Do you wanna get something light with me?” he asked and you blinked, not sure if you had heard him right. The look on his face–his chiselled face from the gods itself–was making you think that it was all a dream.

Did he just… ask you out on a date? Getting your brain to work, you plucked your jaw off the floor and flitted your gaze to the pile of clothes you had yet to fold.

“Right,” he said, following your line of sight and you thought that he would back out and leave you to it. But to your surprise, he stepped forward and guided you on how best to care for his own creations, straightening out the plastic covers they came in. “Let me help,” flashing you a small smile, he said, “Then let me take you out for some ramen?”

You couldn’t say no to that, especially not when he gave you that sweet look that had your heart thumping a mile a minute.

“Sure,” you said easily and you swore he seemed incredibly pleased. The both of you made small talk as you cleaned up after Mai and Nobara, knowing that you were too soft-hearted to risk them getting scolded by the management. Getou ribbed you on the fact that they would have to pay you for your help and you agreed with him.

“Man, I could use a drink,” you said and he straightened.

“There’s some sake in the fridge. Lemme go get it.”

Before you could inquire on how the hell hard liquor managed to turn up in the office fridge, he returned with one capped bottle for the both of you to share. Already tipsy from the champagne, you were sure that this would be the toppling to your self-control. Your heart was beating twice the speed with just one flute of champagne in you and you didn’t want to find out the atrocities you would commit to this insanely good-looking but oblivious man if you had more alcohol in your system.

Getou was enough of a gentleman to let you take the first swig and you both passed the bottle back and forth. You had to remind yourself to stop blushing whenever the imprint of his lips pressed on the rim, right where your lips were just seconds ago. Damn it, Y/N, you chastised yourself. What’re you? A middle-schooler?

“–your favorite?”

You hadn’t realized that he was speaking and blinked. His amused stare swam in your vision, the lighting from the overhead fluorescents casting shadows over his face.

“Come again?”

Getou fought back a laugh and repeated his question. “I was asking you which ones of my creation were your favorite? I thought I could sneak an ego boost from you but apparently not.”

“Oh.” You were blushing furiously now and moved past him to pick up the bedazzled piece that he had fitted on you earlier. “I really like this one.”

His next words left you rooted to the spot in surprise. “You can keep it.”

“Wha–” You thought you had heard him wrong. “I can… keep it?”

This whole set alone cost more than your rent and you didn’t want to get in trouble with the management if word got back to them. “S-Suguru, I can’t–”

“Or…” he trailed off and you wondered what was on his mind when he started to smirk. “Can I see it on you one more time?”

This time, you were sure you were hallucinating from one too many sips of sake. “Huh?” you squeaked.

He shrugged off your concern by saying, “I wanted to design something similar and your body is the perfect blueprint for my next creation.” Suddenly shy, he ducked his head down. “It would mean the world to me if you could help me with this, Y/N.” He lifted his head to regard you with an almost flustered grin. “After all, there was a reason why I chose you to wear this set. I designed it for you, actually,” he admitted.

“I-I... wow.” A part of you was flattered and you countered this sudden awkwardness with your nervous humor. “If you wanted to see me without my clothes on, you could’ve just asked, Suguru.”

His hearty laugh elicited a smile from you and you motioned for him to turn around. He did so and you removed your clothes and underwear, slipping on the mesh and studded piece that felt like butter on your skin. Clearing your throat, he took it as a sign that you were done and spun around.

He eyed you up and down and you started to squirm under his gaze. “Don’t you want to–um–take a sketch or something?”

Getou shook his head, running his tongue over his teeth. “Nope. It’s all here,” he said and tapped his forehead with a mischievous smirk.

“O-okay,” you murmured and froze the next second when he reached out to touch your face. With the sake pumping in your veins and the tension that was set off by his touch, there was no mistaking what he wanted.

“Pardon me if I’m too forward,” he breathed and you had to restrain yourself from groaning when his knuckles skimmed down your neck. “But, you’re really beautiful, Y/N, and I… I would like to take you out. Is that alright with you?”

Staring into his dark eyes, you searched for a hint of a joke; your previous insecurities growing up as an ugly duckling making you susceptible to a man’s true intentions. What you saw on his countenance was sincerity and though alcohol was pumping in your veins, you still had your wits about you. From the tremble in his fingers to how his voice shook when he asked you that question, Getou Suguru was truly nervous for your answer.

But, instead of replying to him, you asked teasingly, “Is that why you always requested to personally fit my pieces?”

He dropped his hand and shifted it to his neck, rubbing it lightly; a gesture that you were coming to understand meant that he was flustered. “Yeah,” he admitted softly, “But, I didn’t want to make it obvious so I invited Mai-chan for the last round of fitting.”

Chuckling softly, you surprised yourself by sealing your body to his, enjoying his sudden sound of surprise. Leaning forward, you closed your eyes and inhaled the seductive scent of his lavender cologne from his neck. If Getou was forward, you were all but unmistakable with what you desired. As if possessed by a sex goddess, you dragged your tongue over his neck and that dragon tattoo you so desperately wanted to trace, tasting the muskiness of his skin and hearing the hitch in his breath. Your tongue teased the ridges of his ear, every exhale tickling his tingling skin.

“Make it obvious, then,” you whispered heatedly.

Grinding out your name, you were thrilled at how he let slip a low growl. He tugged your face back roughly to his, eager mouth slamming down onto yours and stealing your breath away. You would’ve never thought that the level-headed Getou Suguru with his leather jackets and sleek demeanour could turn aggressive from just a simple kiss.

Getou kissed you like he was trying to mold your essence with his; it was all rough teeth and tongue, hot breaths clashing and mingling in an ebb and flow of pure lust. The look in his dark eyes thrilled you when you pulled away, and you were ready to unleash all the weeks of sexual tension he kindled into you right here and now.

Sitting down on a spare couch, he motioned for you to come closer to him.

“Get on your knees, Y/N,” he murmured in a low, dark voice that sent shivers down your spine. The flimsy set he put you in was strappy and criss-crossed your torso, your breasts supported by the harness-like design. Getou chose that specific design to see the flash of your skin through the mesh, leather and studs, and like before, his fingers skimmed down your torso. Only this time, his caresses were filled with heated intent rather than those semi-innocent touches he left on your skin.

You shivered at the huskiness of his tone and scrambled to follow his instructions. A part of you wondered how an innocent session of sake drinking backstage had resulted in your knees pressed onto the hard floor with Getou looking at you down from his nose. His cheeks were tinted red, your pussy throbbing at the sight of the hard lines of his body from your angle. His famous abs were so close within licking distance.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N.” Already preening under his praise, your hands shook when you unzipped his pants, the press of his cock against his grey boxers making your mouth water.

As if reading your thoughts, he murmured, “Go ahead, sweetheart. Touch it.”

Eager to please, you licked your lips, drawing down his boxers, his cock springing free and nearly grazing your lips. Dipping your head closer, you were stopped by his hands in your hair.

“Wait.” Like a puppy, you glanced up at him, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, poised for his next command. “If I see how wet your slutty pussy ruined this set–” he fingered the straps on your shoulders, a cruel smirk dancing on the edges of his lips, “–I’ll spank your pretty ass red, ‘kay?”

His words sent curlicues of pulsating lust right in your pussy, and you were already starting to disobey his commands. “Y-yes, Suguru–”

“Sir,” he murmured, tracing his knuckles down your jaw. “Call me ‘sir’ this time, ‘kay?”

It was fucked up how easy the words came tumbling out of your mouth, how you had no iota of shame when your hips bucked and a low moan slipped from between your teeth. “S-sir, can I suck you now, please?”

Getou chuckled, a low and rich baritone that caused gooseflesh to run down your arms. “Of course. How can I say no to pretty sluts who are this polite?”

Craving his taste, you leaned forward, running your tongue over the tip, your eyes flitting to find his mouth parted, dark orbs at half-mast and staring down at you as if you were the most delicious meal he had ever seen.

And the truth was, you were.

While he had to admit his designs were striking, they were made even more stunning by the hue of your skin tone, the texture of your hair and how your curves seemed to be made to show off his pieces. The sight of leather across your flushed chest made his cock pulse almost painfully, the tight suction of your mouth swirling around his length was already getting him solid enough to cut through steel; he was almost light-headed from all the blood rushing south.

You were such a good girl at sucking cock that he had to pause your ambitious movements to get him to release before he was ready. “F-fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, a film of sweat on his forehead. His hands cupped your face, stalling your next motions to take him back down your throat. “Your mouth is too damn good, baby.”

You shifted your weight from one thigh to the other and he didn’t miss how you were about to rub them together when you sensed his disapproving stare. Suguru didn’t give you a chance to defend yourself, pulling you up by your hair and laying you across his lap. Calloused fingers pushed the seat of your thong aside to dip between your sticky folds.

“Oh, Y/N,” he cooed with disappointment. “And here I thought you would be such a good girl for me.”

Before you could react or whine that you were a good girl just for him, stinging pain bloomed from your left butt cheek. Your yelp bounced across the darkened room and you buried your face into your arms, hips canting to alleviate the prickly hot sensation of his palm print on your ass.

Getou didn’t let you take a breather, another firm spank echoing across the empty halls that made you jolt forward, whimpers caught between your teeth. Heaviness sank in the depths of your resolve to not get up and bolt when he rained down more punishing spanks, every slap of his open palm on your rotund flesh causing tiny squeaks to slip from your resolve.

It was your fault that you were too damn sexy for your own good. If you weren’t such a hot piece then maybe he could control himself; if the upturned corners of your tantalizing lips did not crumble his resolve, maybe he could take it slower on you. The hot roll of your body teased the head of his cock, smears of precum staining your belly. He ignored your moans and pleas, continuing to leave the imprint of his palm on your sore ass.

By now, you were delirious and Getou was winded. You flinched when his touches turned softer, caressing the marks that would turn purple in a day's time. “How’re you gonna sit still for your brunch tomorrow?” he poised that question innocently.

“I m-might have to cancel–oh, fuck–“ The words died in the back of your throat. Slim and nimble fingers with callouses from one too many needle pricks slipped through your honeyed folds, finding your clit and gently rubbing circles on it. Getou was not only a master at details but he was also a professional at drawing out the sensations your body had never experienced before.

Though sex was usually a one-and-done deal for you, you loved how thorough he was in making sure no stone was left unturned. No inch of your skin was left unmarked by his lips, love bites blooming across the back of your neck and down your chest when he repositioned you in his lap. Getou’s lips were much too tempting and you pressed your intumescent ones to his, inhaling the scent of tobacco and lavender greedily from his collar.

Palming your sore cheeks, he massaged them, smothering your hisses of pain with his insistent kisses. Getou showed his gentler side when he nipped your jaw, trailing soft kisses down your neck over the marks he left behind. As if distracting you from what he would do next, he lifted your hips and sank them down over his length inch by inch.

The stretch was immaculate and you were burning from the pleasure and pain of being stretched out this far. Your fingers twined in his luscious hair, tugging on it lightly as you got used to the sensation of his cock splitting you open. Once you bottomed out over his length, Getou touched his lips to your forehead and started bucking his hips, filling you to the brim and then leaving you gapingly empty once more–over and over and over again.

“Sir,” there was an unmistakable tremble in your voice. “Hah–oh fuck, baby, you feel so g-good.”

“Yeah?” he breathed. “You like this dick stretching you out, baby?”

You gave a feverish nod, rewarded with his handsome smirk. “I l-love it, sir.”

He fucked into you with all the enthusiasm of a raging bull, not even sparing you mercy to breathe, his large palm wrapped around your throat. Wet and sloppy noises bounced off the room and your thighs were starting to cramp from riding him. Getou didn’t let up; he guided you with his hands around your hips, lifting you up and down his dick like you were his personal fleshlight.

Every hard slam of his pelvis colliding into yours was greeted with your drawn out moans, your eyes screwing shut from the endless pleasure he was wracking into you. Like Icarus flying too close to the sun, being in Getou’s arms made you melt on the inside, the voices telling you not to do this morphing into ones that urged you closer to the finish line.

He echoed your needy moans with animalistic grunts, pushing you further and further into delirium; hot kisses rained down your neck, his mouth latching around your nipple through the fabric and sucking hard enough to leave butterflies right in your pussy.

The fluttering feeling was too much for you and you were close, whimpers of his name spilling past your lips like whispered prayers. It all came into one glorious crescendo when your body seized, pussy clamping right down on his dick. Getou’s groans of enthusiasm spilled into your mouth as his seed filled you up. “H-hah–ngh–sirrrrr,” you moaned as hot spurts of cum roped deep into your womb. You twitched in his arms once the pleasured ebbed to a bearable level, your heated pants caressing onto his neck.

His shaky chuckle brought you back down to the ground and you pried your eyes open to find him smiling softly at you. It seemed that a different person had taken over Getou and he was back to being his normal shy self, every trace of the sexual dominance he lorded over you missing from his bones. He gently cupped your face in his palms and left sweet kisses on your nose, lips and eyelids as a gesture of his appreciation for opening yourself to him this way.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he said and tapped your side to indicate that you should stand up. Your legs wobbled and you had to hold onto his arm to keep yourself steady. Getou was considerate enough not to comment on your state of undress or even the sight of his cum trailing down your thighs. He helped you remove the soiled lingerie and folded them, tugging your clothes back onto your sated frame so that you were once more decent.

“So,” you muttered, cheeks pink now that you were dressed and presentable. Despite having a “just-fucked” look to him, Getou was still stunning; even his messy hair from your wandering fingers looked good. “What’re we doing next?”

“The offer for ramen still stands,” he said and you couldn’t fight back a smile.

“Sure,” you said easily and to your surprise, he linked his fingers with yours, the plastic covered pieces you helped him prepare slung over his other arm. You were glad for the dim lighting which hid your scarlet cheeks as you followed him out of the studio.

“Things won’t be weird between us, right?” he asked and you were suddenly struck with the realization that this was the beginning of the aftermath. You had just fucked one of the hottest lingerie designers in all of Japan which was a hard industry no-no.

Ducking your head down, the words twisted in the back of your throat. “I-I don’t know,” you admitted, “What do you define as weird?”

“Weird as in, would you still go out with me if I asked you?” His question was shy and you couldn't stop the erratic thumping of your heartbeat. He mistook your silence and dropped your hand but you were quick to stop him and squeeze his larger palm twice.

“Is this you officially asking me out on a date?” you teased. As someone who usually got asked out a lot, this was a technique you used to gauge whether a person was worth your time–call it a date and see how they would react. Many men would either hum and haw, correcting you and saying that it was something casual which wasn’t what you were looking for.

But Getou wasn’t like those commitment-phobic men and he nodded. “Yeah, I am. So, what do you say?”

You thought about it. “8PM, tomorrow. You pick the spot,” you regarded him with a cheeky smile. “I’ll look pretty for you, sir.”

You weren’t expecting a tight spank to land across your buttcheeks and you yelped, your small scream mingled with your giggles that bounded across the almost empty parking lot.

His dark eyes appraised you, and you knew that this dalliance you both started tonight had only just begun.

“Yes. You better do that, my pretty slut.”

You bit down on your lower lip to stop from grinning like a maniac, opting instead to regard him with a shy but effervescent smile. “Suguru?”

“Yeah?”

Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, you didn’t care if you were at the entrance of the studio, or that anyone driving past the fashion house could see you both in full view. You pressed your lips to his, feeling him melt into the kiss and even mustering the courage to slip his tongue into your mouth.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected both of your lower lips together. From the fervid look in his eyes, you knew that Getou was far from done with you.

“Get your pretty ass in my car, babe,” he rasped, throwing you a smirk. “We’re heading to my apartment.”

“But, ramen–”

Getou leaned down, his hot breath on your neck causing shivers to run down your spine once more. “I guess we would have to order in for later. Is that okay with you, my pretty slut?”

What a gentleman. You loved how considerate he was to offer a choice between sex and food. However, the look he gave you was anything but virtuous and you already knew your answer to that implicit question.

“Yes, sir.”

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natalieironside · 4 years ago

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LEAD AND ROSES is now up for pre-order! Wow!

(cover art by the amazing @soul-hammer)

Hey there, space cadets! I, award-winning speculative fiction author Natalie H. Ironside, am releasing another thing. Following the success of my cool and very good post-nuclear wasteland adventure transbian romance novel The Last Girl Scout, which some readers have described as "not that bad," I'm putting out a short story collection!

If you enjoy dystopian gunslinger adventure, American Gothic horror, and g*rls who k*ss and h*ld h*nds, if you think "S.T.A.L.K.E.R. meets Inglorious Basterds" sounds like a fun comp title, but you looked at my very neat and fun novel The Last Girl Scout and said "that fucking thing is 600 pages long and idk if I'm ready for that kind of a commitment," then this is the book for you.

Lead and Roses contains four short stories and one novella that further explore the irradiated wasteland of the 23rd century, framing the events of The Last Girl Scout. Whether you're a fan of TLGS who wants to visit their old friends again, or you've just stumbled across this post and are looking for something new, you'll love Lead and Roses.

Paperback copies will be available on July 1st. But, right now (right now!), the ebook is up for pre-order! You can:

Pre-order on Amazon

Pre-order on Gumroad!

(And don't 5get that pre-orders count towards release-day sales figures, so if you really wanna help out a struggling gay lady and an independent author then pre-ordering is a super great way to do that thank you ilu it's only $3)

Good hunting, stalkers.

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The past lies like a nightmare over the world.

Following up her debut novel, The Last Girl Scout, award-winning author Natalie H. Ironside presents a new collection of tales exploring the irradiated post-apocalypse of the 23rd century and the worlds we’ve built up from the ashes. Spanning genres including queer slice-of-life, military adventure, and horror, the five tales in this collection are sure to have something fun for all lovers of the post-apocalypse, whether they’re fans of The Last Girl Scout or just fans of the genre.

This collection includes:

Stories: Two women stand on the edge of oblivion and dare to believe in a future.

The Last American: A red star is rising over southern Appalachia, and one man has the courage to remain true to God and embody the spirit of Old America against the godless communist hordes. It goes about as well for him as you’d expect.

The White Goddess: A group of scientists set out to explore the wasteland and come face-to-face with the pernicious refusal of the past to die.

Werewolf: A boy who became a stormtrooper chasing dreams of heroism discovers that being a man of action doesn’t quite live up to expectations.

That’s a Christmas to Me: A woman struggling with her faith, her identity, and her dark and troubled past finds some small shred of redemption and learns an important lesson about motorcycle safety. (Originally published as a Patreon exclusive for the 2020 winter holiday season)

#bookposting #tlgs #lead and roses

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bangtansmauyeondan · 3 years ago

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OVER THE HORIZON (Two-Shot) | PART ONE - The Other Side

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: ex to lovers, angst, fluff, slight crack, and drama.

Type: Two-shot

Wordcount: 4K

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Between the stars and the waves, promises and sweet nothings were exchanged between you and Jungkook. The sunset, the warm sand, and the vast ocean have been there all throughout your relationship; they heard you when you started talking about your dreams and daydreaming about your future together. They were also the first to see your tears and hear your whimpers when Jungkook walked away to choose a path that had no room for you. Two years later, you find yourselves standing in the same beach again. The sunset, the warm sand, and the vast ocean privy to your conversation.

PART ONE - The Other Side

PART TWO - ?

a/n: SURPRISE!!! It’s actually a two-shot. I am surprised myself, but I didn’t want to rush things and squeeze their story into one long ass one-shot. ANYWAYYY this is my first written fic and my first Jungkook fic. I’ve always told my friends that I find it hard to write Jungkook for some reason because he’s my ultimate bias and my writing couldn’t do him justice. 😂🤧 So this is me being brave! I also would like to give kudos to two of my favorite Tumblr writers, @ahundredtimesover and @taestefully-in-luv, they have the BEST Jungkook fics I have ever had the pleasure of reading. I hope you enjoy this and please let me know if you want to be tagged on the next update! 🌊

Taglist - @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya

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Your heels clacked against the marbled floor as you stepped out of the elevator to your spacious office floor. It’s half past six in the morning and your colleagues do not come in until eight. Even Hoseok, the cheerful receptionist, is still nowhere in sight. Only the light hum of the air conditioner could be heard as you crossed the open-floor area lined with desks and a wall of awards, trophies, and plaques to the frosted glass-walled board room. You leaned back on the closed door, closed your eyes and let out the breath you have been holding since you stepped into the building in the form of a heavy sigh. Your office usually has a very relaxed atmosphere despite the high-tech and smart equipment everywhere. So relaxed, that even the dress code is not that strict. You usually come to work dressed casually in a midi dress and sneakers, sometimes even jeans and a nice top. But today is different– dressed in a high-waisted navy blue pencil skirt, white dress shirt and a pair of pointy heels, you felt like a different person. Your hair that is usually pulled high up in a ponytail cascades in soft curls that frames your face. You’re no stranger to a set up like this– this is the type of meeting that you regularly facilitate and attend as the Senior A&R Manager for Genius Lab Music Ltd. Your apprentice, Jimin, usually scouts and negotiates with the artists your label wants to sign or collaborate with until such time of the contract signing, in which you take the reins on. Today is one of those days.

You went over to the head of the table to hook up your laptop to the projector and made sure you’re pulling up the correct deck. You were just going over the contract clause of the artist you’re signing today when the company’s brains, bread, and butter entered the room– Agust D, the rapper who catapulted to stardom upon the release of his first album. He self-produces all his songs and produces quite a handful of material for other artists as well, credited under the name SUGA. He’s also the person responsible for the growth of the company– the genius behind Genius Lab Music Ltd, your older brother, Min Yoongi.

“You’re early today… and in a suit too, look at you!” you gave your brother a once over.

He smirked at you before placing his iPad on the desk next to you and placing two cups of coffee down as well.

“You nervous?” he took a sip of his coffee while intently studying your face. “You don’t look nervous.”

“Well, because I’m not,” you replied in a singsong voice avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah? Then why are you here two hours before the new kid comes in?” he chuckled before taking a seat, “you even skipped breakfast this morning.”

“Yoongs..” you sighed exasperatedly. “Wait, why are YOU here this early? Did you leave the house before I did?”

“I was trailing behind your car, you didn't notice?” Silence.

“Anyway…” you dodged your brother’s teasing. “Jimin will be here in a while. Taehyung from HR and Seokjin from Finance will also be in attendance. The new artist is coming in with his manager–” you flipped a page off your planner to check, “--Kim Namjoon. I already forwarded the contract to you through your assistant so she can make copies as well, and other than that, I think we’re good! You have the option to have brunch with the artist and his team after they signed the contract so–”

“Oh you are so coming with me to have brunch with the quote-unquote new artist,” he winked at you. “Maybe halfway through, you would actually remember his name.” he poked your nose with his forefinger before turning on his heel, “I’ll be in my office. I’ll be back here before the meeting starts. Don’t forget to breathe, my dearest little sister!” and after one final chuckle, he exited the board room.

Go to hell, Min Yoongi.

***

Namjoon kept his eyes glued to his phone while sitting in the car on the way to their meeting with the Genius Lab team, “I just got word from Mr. Park that the CEO himself would be in attendance today,” he told Jungkook next to him. Jungkook just nodded his head while looking out the window, and Namjoon could not even tell if he’s listening or not. “Yah, are you listening?” Jungkook hummed. “Yeah okay, so what did I say?”

“That Agust D will be attending our contract signing today,” he answered nonchalantly.

“You know you can’t address him as Agust D, right? We will be in a professional setting and–”

“I know that,” he pouted. “I have to address him as Mr. Min, I know,” he glared at Namjoon.

“I’m sorry, you know I have to remind you! I mean, look at you, you’re not even dressed appropriately!” Namjoon scoffs.

“Psshh… Yoongi hyung goes to work in a hoodie everyday,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing! I said I’m sure Mr. Min won’t mind,” Jungkook grabbed his coffee from the center console of the car and took a long sip, savoring the taste as he closed his eyes, “Now, Mr. Kim, don’t let the Genius Lab team see the end of the stick that’s permanently stuck deeply up your ass and try to smile more, alright?”

“How the fuck dare you?!” Namjoon feigned shock before the two fell into a fit of giggles that earned a glance from their chauffeur through the rearview mirror.

Fifteen minutes later, two burly men from Jungkook’s security team escorted them through the Genius Lab building where they were met by the beaming receptionist along with Yoongi’s assistant. “Hi, I’m Hoseok and this is Aera, assistant to the CEO.” Aera smiled and handed her hand out to Namjoon and Jungkook for a handshake, which the two men gladly accepted. “She will be walking you through the agenda for the day, and if there’s anything you need, just let me know, alright?” Hoseok smiled at the pair and nodded at Aera prompting her on.

“Come this way, gentlemen,” Aera led them through the open-floor area that is lined with desks that are now occupied by the employees who did not even spare them a glance or two— a tell that artists come and go through this office regularly. Both men were also in awe when they passed by the wall of awards that both the company and Min Yoongi have received throughout the years.

“So what should we expect at today's meeting?” Namjoon asked.

“Well, we have HR in attendance to discuss your new contract, clause per clause. We also have the Director of Finance to answer any questions you may have. Then of course our A&R team which you are closely working with. Yoongi will also be personally welcoming you to the Genius Lab family," Aera explained in one breath.

"Yoongi? You mean Mr. Min, the CEO right?"

Aera laughed lightly at Namjoon's puzzled expression. "Oh! We're on a first-name basis here regardless of your position. Boss's order, HR-approved."

Namjoon made out an inaudible 'oh' with his lips, while Jungkook smirked at his reaction. His manager is oblivious to the fact that he's known Yoongi before he even had his breakthrough at the music scene. To say he's not excited to be taken under the wings of Genius Lab is a lie, but he's not one hundred percent a fan of the idea either. There's just too much memories and history to account for.

"Alright, here we are," Aera announced before she opened the glass door to the board room.

Jungkook was expecting to see: Jimin, the A&R scout they have been working with; Yoongi, the CEO; two other people from HR and Finance. But instead of four, five pairs of eyes stared back at him when he stepped into the room.

The fifth one almost made his heart jump out of his chest.

***

The meeting went off without a hitch. Despite the occasional knowing looks from Yoongi, and Jungkook openly staring you down, you were able to run through your keynote deck about the partnership between Genius Lab Music Ltd. and RKive Management International for Jungkook’s comeback. You let Jimin wrap it up after Taehyung and Seokjin discussed their parts, with Seokjin not having to answer to pretty much anything with how generous the deal Genius Lab struck with RMI is. Congratulations and several handshakes exchanged later, you were already gathering your stuff as the men continued their chatter when Yoongi quipped, “There’s a restaurant nearby, about five minutes away. We should all go down there for brunch to celebrate.”

“Ohh, that sounds perfect. I’m actually starving,” Namjoon patted his stomach for effect before turning to Jungkook, “You hungry Jungkook?”

“When am I not?” Jungkook flashed his bunny smile and Yoongi couldn’t help but look at him fondly. Despite walking into the boardroom dressed in all black from head to foot, and face adorned with piercings, his boyish charm still could light up any room. Yoongi noticed Jungkook glancing at your busy figure, unplugging your laptop and checking your phone from time to time.

Yoongi then turned to Jimin, Seokjin and Taehyung who were still deep in discussion about promotional expenses, “Gentlemen? And Yn, you can probably leave them here for now and get them when we get back later.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t make it to brunch,” you smiled apologetically at Namjoon, which he returned with his dimpled one. “Seokjin and I have plans this afternoon and I want to run something by him first before that.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened at the mention of his name, “We do?” the confused creases between his eyebrows dissipated when he saw your expression, things suddenly clicking in his mind, “Yes, we do. We do have some stuff to review and we’ll grab lunch afterwards. I am so sorry, I can’t make it to brunch either,” Seokjin stood up and tucked his ipad under his arm. “We better get going then, Yn,” he smiled at you before turning to Namjoon. “As always, if you have any questions, I’m only one email away. Pleasure to be working with your team, Namjoon,” he extended his hand to Namjoon. “You too, Jungkook. Welcome to the team,” he did not miss the way Jungkook gripped his hand a little bit firmer and his eye contact a little bit more intense.

If it’s in any other set-up, Yoongi would have been doubling over in laughter already with what just transpired right before his eyes.

***

Jungkook found himself lying on the bed like a starfish that night, arms and legs spread out, staring up at the ceiling, still fully dressed from the night of food and booze with his friends from college, Yugyeom, Mingyu and Eunwoo. They were ecstatic when he reached out to them and told them he’s coming back to Korea for good after galloping around the world for two years. For a moment, they were worried about his career, but he assured them that he just wanted to be represented internationally by a label from his own country. If he’d continue to soar in his career, he might as well take his home country with him, and not a label from the land of the free. He asked them about you that night too, and they told him you had cut ties with them about a year ago when Jungkook started to make headlines on paper after paper. Jungkook felt bad, because he did too. Apart from the occasional replies to their group chat and a few emails, Jungkook disconnected from his group of friends back home too, often blaming it on his busy schedule. But his friends could read him like an open book and out of respect, they just let him be.

Jungkook’s mind drifted back to the meeting with Genius Lab this morning. He’s in awe of what the company has achieved in the last five years since it was founded, and for the longest time, he had to convince Namjoon to end his contract with his previous label and strike up a partnership with Genius Lab. He trusts Yoongi. It’s a shame he did not seem to trust him as an artist back then, they could have both risen to the top together. He could still remember when Yoongi told him that he has amazing talent, but his then start-up company could not jump the gun on him. Not because his talent is not good enough for Yoongi, but because Yoongi thought he had so much potential to do more if he would audition for the big shots instead of his measly recording studio. Full of encouragement and advice from your older brother, he decided to audition online for an international label which is solely based in the US. He did not think much of it at first, but a few days later, he heard back from Interscope, under Universal Recording Group asking him to record the original soundtrack for an upcoming film, and the rest is history.

Jungkook reached out for a pillow and pressed it firmly against his face, muffling his groan. He’s mentally prepared for the possibility of seeing Yoongi again. After all, he’ll be working with his record label. What he was not prepared for was seeing you again. He knew eventually you would cross paths again, but not this soon. It has only been a year since he decided to disappear completely from your life, and his heart still stings. Especially when he saw you interacting with Kim Seokjin– the same person he saw you with when he decided to come back for you.

June 2020

You concentrated on the feel of the sand underneath your feet as you curled your toes against it, trying to fight back the tears. Jungkook was holding your hands as he pressed his forehead against yours, muttering his goodbyes.

This beach is very special to your relationship. This is where you went for your first date; this is where you took your friends for a bonfire when you announced to them that you were official; this is where you talked about your dreams and created a lot of memories.Little did you know that this is also where he would take those dreams and crush them with his own hands.

“I love you, Yn. I want to be better for you,” he sniffed. “I can’t do that when I’m stuck here.”

You nodded. You understood. You knew about his dilemma with your brother refusing to sign him as an artist. A part of you wanted to blame Yoongi for encouraging Jungkook to audition for the big labels but you knew your brother meant well and did not mean to cause any harm. Jungkook took this once in a lifetime chance of breaking into the international music scene and who are you to hold him back?

“Yn, baby…” he lifted your chin and his heart almost shattered into a thousand pieces when he saw your glassy eyes and trembling lips. You looked away and stared at the yellow orange glow of the sunset along the horizon. “I’ll come back for you, baby. I swear,” he whispered. “I’m gonna miss you so much, you know that right? Please look at me.” You wiped your tears and looked up at him, reaching out to touch his cheek and wipe his tears with your thumb.

“I’ll wait, Jungkook.” Jungkook nuzzled his cheek against your hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that from you.

“Come here when you miss me and look at the sunset. I will be on the other side, missing you just as much,” he said before crossing the space between you and pressing his lips on yours.

That night, he took you home and showed you how much he loves you, spending the last night before he left for America, tangled up with you between the sheets until the sun rose.

July 2021

Jungkook has been preparing for this day for a long time. He has lost contact with you six months into his move to the US, before he embarked on his Asian promotional tour. He has tried sending you messages and emails but they kept on bouncing back. He has tried reaching out to your friends but they couldn’t tell him your whereabouts either. All they know is that you have been busy at your new job and have not been hanging out with them either.

He was finally able to convince Namjoon to give him a break for a month or two so he could come home to his family and friends. He timed it perfectly on your birthday. You had no idea he’s coming.

He pulled up at your family’s house on your birthday and the look on your mother’s face when she saw him was priceless. She let him in and ushered him over to the living room where she told him to sit. She could smell something delicious from the kitchen and it looked like your mother had been making dinner when he rang the bell.

“Smells good, eomeoni. Birthday dinner?” he inquired, flashing her with his bunny smile.

“Yes, yes! I am so glad that you’re here!” she squished Jungkook’s face between his hands. “My Yn would be so happy to see you! Sit here for a while. Let me finish dinner.”

“Where’s Yn and Yoongi hyung?”

“Yoongi is at work, but he said he’ll be able to make it for dinner. You know him!” she waved her hand dismissively as she started slipping back into the kitchen, “Yn should be back soon. Seokjin picked her up this afternoon to distract her from this surprise dinner.”

Who?

Seokjin, who?

It felt like the wind just got knocked out of Jungkook’s lungs when he noticed the framed photos lining up the mantle of the fireplace. There was a photo of your family sitting on the very couch he’s sitting on, with Santa hats and a Sharpie marking on the corner that says “Christmas 2020.” Alongside that were several photos of you and Yoongi with your cousins and friends, but there’s a particular photo that Jungkook had zeroed in on. It was a photo of you in a yacht, donning a bright red life vest and holding up a fishing rod. Next to you is a tall handsome man, wearing the same bright red life vest, one hand holding up a tuna by the tail, mirroring how you’re holding up the fishing rod and his other hand resting on your waist securing you to his side. On the corner, the Sharpie marking says “Yn + Jin, Philippines 2021.”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, also bending it from side to side as he cracked the tension away. His mind was going haywire, cogwheels turning at the forefront of his brain. Is that why he hasn’t been hearing from you for months? Is that why you suddenly… disappeared? His mind drifted back to a year ago when he left you to pursue his career in America. He told you he would come back for you and you told him you’d wait. But thinking back, was it fair? Was it fair to leave you hanging like that, completely deciding on his own when there were two of you in the relationship? Was he asking too much from you? The guilt started to bubble up in his chest. He realized he’s literally sitting in your living room right now, waiting for you to return… and when you return with your new man in tow, what happens next? He could not fathom the thought of putting you in such a compromising situation after what he has put you through. It’s enough. The reality hit him with a ton of bricks as he sat on your couch. So without saying a word to your mother, he got up and stepped out of the house. On the way to his parked car, he spotted a trash bin; and without a second of hesitation, he took out the small gift box from his pocket and tossed it in the bin before entering his car and speeding off. Away from the place you call home. Away from you.

***

Seokjin decided to treat you to dinner after work knowing the stress you must have been under during the day. It’s a sort of tradition on Fridays that you and your colleagues go out, but it’s the middle of the week and you’re grateful that he’s thoughtful like that. You ended up leaving your car in the office and taking Seokjin’s instead. You’ll hitch a ride with your brother tomorrow on the way to the office.

“He seemed surprised to see you,” Seokjin said in between bites of pizza.

“Mm-hmn. Though I am not surprised,” you pointed at Seokjin with your fork, “You have gorgonzola on your lips, Seokjin.”

“Not surprised about what? Not surprised to see him? Of course! You’ve known about this project for months,” he chuckled while dabbing the napkin on his lips. “I AM surprised you did not protest against it– and you call me Jin outside of work.”

“I am not surprised that he seemed surprised. Nobody in the team knows anything about our history,” you sighed as Seokjin listened intently. “Except you and my brother.”

“Your point?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nobody could have given him a hint that I work for Yoongi.”

“But he’s your brother, I mean… Are there no expectations there, whatsoever?” Seokjin scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Did he even consult with you about this?”

“I think Jungkook knows that eventually he has to deal with me, but he’s always looked up to Yoongi and he’s always wanted to work under his label. So I guess career is still his number one priority,” you shot Seokjin a knowing look.

Seokjin smirked and shook his head in disbelief, “And Yoongi?”

“My brother may seem indifferent at times, but he’s not cold-hearted,” you scooped a portion of your caprese salad and transferred it to Seokjin’s plate. “When I copied him on the email approval that Jimin sent me about RMI, he barged into my office and looked at me like I grew two new heads,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the recollection of that moment.

“He wanted to make sure you’re not losing your mind before he gave it an okay,” Seokjin drizzled some honey onto a slice of pizza before transferring it to your plate. “Are you really okay with this though?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I am, Jin,” you could feel him staring at you, searching for any trace of doubt on your face. “Believe it or not, I really am.”

***

Jungkook could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he got closer to the frosted glass door that one of the staff members had pointed him to. It’s Monday morning and he’s meeting with his sound engineer and seeing his studio at Genius Lab for the first time. The email said 10:00 am, but he found himself asking the security personnel to lead him to your office at exactly 09:00 am. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even think things through— what would he say to you? Would you ask him to leave? Would you be surprised to see him?

He took a deep breath and knocked twice as a warning before pushing the door open. There you were, looking up from your computer to see who just came into your office. His breath hitched when he saw you— barefaced, flushed cheeks, glossy pink lips. Dressed casually with your hair tied in a messy low bun, a stark contrast to the sharp-dressed woman he met last week during his contract signing. He couldn’t read your reaction when you looked at him. Blank expression with a gaze that could easily intimidate. Perhaps it’s a Min thing.

“H-hi…” fuck why did he stutter?

“Hi,” you smiled at him timidly in acknowledgment.

Jungkook cleared his throat and stepped further into the room. “Can I talk to you?”

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