#Hard cut this off earlier than I wanted to because I was losing the vibe it was not gelling and I did not want to ruin it lamo

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun / Taemin ; they're doing their best; PG

Listen. Listen. you're Taemin. You're a nerd that has a lot of free time the summer after you graduate. You get really good at Pokemon. You make it all the way to the world finals and you are lucky enough that it's being held in your very own city. You make it all the way to the finals of that. You meet your opponent that you've only ever seen online for the first time in person on stage. He is very very cute

And is he fucking blushing? Holy shit. Pink is dusting his cheeks, and Taemin is sure that he can see the heat creeping up in his own face, and now it's just the two of them, standing there, smiling at each other and blushing.

The moment is broken when Jonghyun's pretty friend with the eyebrow scar comes up and tugs on his elbow. He says something in Korean that has Jonghyun starting and fumbling to hurry and finish gathering up his stuff. Jonghyun says something back quickly with a nod in Taemin's direction; Taemin stands there awkwardly as his friend glances at him, then rolls his eyes and says something in an admonishing tone. Jonghyun replies with a whine and a stomp of his foot, and then his friend sighs and actually turns to face Taemin.

"He wants to ask if you want to come grab lunch with us after the interview," he says.

Taemin knows that he is screwed as soon as he steps up onto the stage with Jonghyun.

Not because he's worried about how he'll do, or anything; he's very confident in his strategy. He's been refining his pokemon team for weeks, perfecting it between tournaments, and keeping himself up to date on all of the new breakthroughs and developments in the metas. His team is different, unique; everyone else mostly uses the same tried-and-true pokemon of the generation, legendaries and pseudos guaranteed to win battles, so he's purposefully using different ones, different moves, different items, different abilities. It makes his team a little weaker, on paper, but the unpredictability gives him back his edge.

He's been keeping an eye on Jonghyun, too, ever since he learned that Jonghyun would be coming all the way here to America from Korea to participate in the grand masters finals this year. Jonghyun has the same idea as him: his team is completely different from anything Taemin has ever seen, and he made his way quickly through the ranks, all the way up to here, walking up the steps on the other side of the stage from Taemin.

But that's not what worries Taemin. That excites him, actually; that for once he's going to be facing a unique team, one that he's only had a few videos to study from and try to work against. Win or lose, he knows he's going to have a great time.

No, Taemin knows that he's screwed because Jonghyun is so much cuter in person.

Taemin thought he was okay before, looking at his selfies on twitter and glancing at him during the videos of his other pokemon battles online. But now? Here? Walking up to him, taking in his tan skin, his big brown eyes, his spiky black hair, his thick, wide smile, his absolutely fucking adorable nose? The little baby pink Shellos plushie he has clipped to his shoulder, that he lifts a hand to and wiggles while he waves at the crowd so it can wave with him? Taemin is so so so fucking screwed. For the first time ever in one of these competitions, Taemin wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans as he sits down at the table across from Jonghyun.

When they both reach across the table and shake each other's hands, Taemin almost melts out of his chair right there. Jonghyun's hand is small, square, and warm, and his fingers brush Taemin's palm when they let go. He has another pokemon accessory, a big beaded bracelet that's actually made up out of a Falinks, each one with a different little smiley face. It's that, the reminder of one of Jonghyun's toughest signature pokemon, that gets Taemin back to his senses. Enough, at least, to smile and say, "good luck."

Jonghyun says, "thank you, you too," in the softest, nicest voice and Taemin melts all over again.

He forces himself to just look at his switch and focus on that. Focus on the battle, on his pokemon, and all of his strategies. That, at least, he can do. Once he gets himself back in the zone, he's able to get his game face back on. It only slips once or twice between the three battles, when he has to look up and shake Jonghyun's hand again.

By the end of it, though, that's not what makes him lose. It was actually supremely close, all three battles, but Jonghyun won the two of them fair and square. Taemin doesn't even feel too dejected as he unplugs his switch and listens to the crowd roaring for Jonghyun. He legitimately had a super fun time. And there's always next year.

Once Jonghyun finishes thanking the crowd and bowing and soaking up all of the praise, he also turns to grab his switch from the table. The cameras are off of them, instead on the commentators for the event as they talk about their battle, so Taemin takes his chance. Standing up, wiping his hands on his jeans again, he says, "Hey, um."

Jonghyun almost takes him out when he looks up, eyes round, mouth open, the softest little noise of question coming from his throat. One good thing, though, is that during the few seconds where Taemin's brain is restarting, he remembers that Jonghyun doesn't actually speak English. During the pre-match interview, it was all him speaking in Korean while his pretty friend with the eyebrow scar and the half shaved head translated for him.

Even more nervous, suddenly, because now he's embarrassed, Taemin tries his best to remember what little he knows from family reunions and says in Korean, "Good job. You played really well. I had a lot of fun."

Instantly, Jonghyun brightens, smile splitting open his face. "Oh!" he exclaims, a loud bark of a noise. "You speak Korean?" he asks in Korean. He moves like he's going to say more, eager and fast, so Taemin quickly shakes his head, rubbing his nose sheepishly.

"Uh," he says. "Just a little bit." He's honestly not even sure that he pronounced that correctly. He holds up his finger and thumb very close together, in case he didn't.

"Oh," Jonghyun says, drooping. Then, before Taemin can panic about how he's already blown it before they've even said more than five sentences to each other, Jonghyun smiles again. "Well, that's okay," he says in Korean, and then in English, "I only speak a little English."

And is he fucking blushing? Holy shit. Pink is dusting his cheeks, and Taemin is sure that he can see the heat creeping up in his own face, and now it's just the two of them, standing there, smiling at each other and blushing.

The moment is broken when Jonghyun's pretty friend with the eyebrow scar comes up and tugs on his elbow. He says something in Korean that has Jonghyun starting and fumbling to hurry and finish gathering up his stuff. Jonghyun says something back quickly with a nod in Taemin's direction; Taemin stands there awkwardly as his friend glances at him, then rolls his eyes and says something in an admonishing tone. Jonghyun replies with a whine and a stomp of his foot, and then his friend sighs and actually turns to face Taemin.

"He wants to ask if you want to come grab lunch with us after the interview," he says.

Taemin takes a moment to process that, and then to blush even darker. Jonghyun is blushing too, though. He's still shoving his switch into his bag, but he looks up at Taemin through his lashes, smile small and shy. Taemin cannot believe it. He cannot believe his fucking luck. He cannot believe Jonghyun thinks he's cute too. He cannot believe he cannot get words out of his mouth right now.

“Taem?" A jiggle of his shoulder; Taemin looks to his right and finds his big brother Jinki there, smiling at him. He must have come up from the crowd. "Good job, loser boy," he says. "It was really close." He turns to Jonghyun and his pretty friend, smiling politely. "Hi," he adds.

"Yes we want to go to lunch with you two," Taemin says loudly. It all blurts out of him in a rush, like Jinki popped the words out of his mouth when he patted him on the shoulder.

"We what?" Jinki asks.

"Great," Jonghyun's pretty friend smiles, all sugary insincerity, and he turns Jonghyun and marches him away without another word.

Jonghyun turns and waves at Taemin, and Taemin doesn't even care if he seems too eager as he waves back. At least, not until Jinki shakes him again, harder than the first time.

"Excuse me?" he asks when Taemin turns to him.

"Come on," Taemin wines, already pleading. "Did you see him? Did you see how cute he is? And he thinks I'm cute too, I could tell. Come on." He rolls his shoulder away from Jinki, then grabs his arm and pulls him off of his side of the stage. "Consolation prize or whatever. I lost. It'll make me feel better."

"God," Jinki says, rolling his eyes. "Fine," he says. He lets Taemin pull him over towards one of the big screens so they can watch the winner’s interview. Jonghyun and his pretty friend are up there already, Jonghyun bright and bouncy as he speaks and his pretty friend putting a valiant effort into not looking bored as he translates. After a minute of watching, Jinki grins and nudges Taemin with his elbow. "I guess I should be there to chaperone baby's first date," he teases.

"I've been on dates before," Taemin says defensively. "I have," he insists when Jinki raises his eyebrows silently. Just because he can't say who with or where they went or when they were doesn't mean they never happened. To Jinki, anyway. He doesn't have proof that they didn't happen. "Dickhead," Taemin adds for good measure.

“Whatever," Jinki scoffs. "See if I ever drive you anywhere again."

"Oh, fuck you, you like pokemon too," Taemin snaps back.

They bicker all the way up until the interview is over, and then, as Jonghyun and his pretty friend step off the stage and head towards them, Taemin switches back to begging his brother not to embarrass him. Jinki makes no promises, and Taemin sweats the entire walk out of the convention center and to the cafe down the street.

His only sense of reassurance comes from the fact that Jonghyun is blushing harder than ever. Jinki and Jonghyun's pretty friend–Key, he says, but Jonghyun keeps calling him Kibummie–walk between them, introducing themselves and making friendly small talk, and Taemin and Jonghyun just smile at each other and blush and look away from each other over and over.

When they get to the cafe, they get a booth table, and Jonghyun and Taemin sit on the inside, near the window. Key and Jinki slide in next to them, on their respective sides. The two of them have hit it off apparently, because they’re talking and laughing like they've been friends for years.

Taemin blushes at his hands until Jinki asks what everyone wants to eat and then gets up and orders for them. While he's gone, Key looks at his phone and Jonghyun copies Taemin. Once, Jonghyun looks up and says, "I like your hair."

Taemin doesn't say thank you in reply so much as just stammers out a bunch of little half words, tugging on his little red ponytail nervously, until Jinki returns with all of their drinks and saves him.

Their food gets brought to them by a server a little bit later, and all Jonghyun and Taemin do in that time is sit there and not talk. Some fucking date. The other two are the ones doing all the talking, and half of it is in completely fluent Korean. Taemin didn't even know Jinki was that good. He has no idea where he fucking learned at all, either, because it wasn't at home.

Actually, it might have been. Taemin vaguely remembers his parents offering to teach him more, a few times, but he never had the patience for it, when no one at school spoke it. God, and now he's getting distracted with diaspora discourse in his own head. He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face and poking at his cute little pikachu cupcake.

Across the table, Key pushes Jonghyun's shoulder gently but firmly. He scolds something in Korean. While Jonghyun pouts back at his friend, Jinki pushes Taemin the same way.

"He's right, you know," he says, nodding across the table at Key. "If you want me to translate for you, you have to say something first." Taemin pouts at him much the same way as Jonghyun. He doesn't want his big brother to translate flirting for him. He doesn't know how the fuck he's supposed to do this otherwise, though. Homophobic, he thinks.

"Why don't you pokemon fight or whatever?" Key asks in English. When Taemin looks over, he's looking right at him. "You two can talk about that at least, right?"

"Yeah," Jinki says. In Korean, he asks Jonghyun, "where’s your switch? Play with Taemin."

Taemin and Jonghyun look at each other; they both smile sheepishly and shrug. That is at least something that both of them can do. Taemin digs in his bag for his switch, Jonghyun doing the same, and when they find them Key takes it one step further. He grabs both consoles, and before Taemin can even shout and grab his back, swaps them. Taemin looks down at Jonghyun's switch in his hands, already turned on, Hangul looking back at him.

"I know you know how to read Korean," Jinki says to him. "Talk about the language differences."

Jonghyun had his game open to the campground area; his Gastrodon, the squishy pink slug that caused Taemin the second battle, slimes her way up to the front of the screen.

"Tri–tritodon?”Taemin reads hesitantly, glancing up at Jonghyun. "Like, King Triton? From –”

"The Little Mermaid, yeah," Jonghyun smiles shyly. Taemin smiles back.

"There you go," Key mutters. It's an eye roll in a sentence, but Taemin doesn't mind. He's just noticed that Jonghyun's gastrodon is nicknamed gooey marshmallow. He's pretty sure that's what it says, and he's definitely sure that that is so cute that he might just spontaneously combust right here.

He holds himself together enough to not, though, and they have a halting conversation instead. By the time they finish laughing and marveling at all of the different Pokemon names and actually start up a battle, they're both considerably more comfortable, Taemin thinks. He's better at Korean than he thought, and Jonghyun is better at English than he thought, and neither of them are so nervous about their speaking anymore.

What Taemin is nervous about now is that Jonghyun is back to being bright and peppy, with that wide, confident smile. It is so much to look at, so handsome and pretty and gorgeous, that Taemin almost feels like he's going to give Jonghyun's switch water damage, his palms are so sweaty.

Thankfully, like before, once they get into a battle, Taemin can focus. It's less difficult to decipher all of the Korean–even when he can't figure out a word, he can usually tell what the move is by the typing and how much damage it does, or he can ask Jinki–and it's actually harder to figure out strategy with a team that isn't his.

He knows how the team works; he was there when it kicked his ass an hour ago. Twice. But here, holding it in his hands, he knows that he cannot work it with the same finesse that Jonghyun did. On the other side of the table, Jonghyun seems to be having the same problem, scratching his head and biting his thumb as he tries to figure out his next move.

In the end, Jonghyun beats him, again. It stings a little, to be beaten by his own team, but also, in a way, he's proud of them. He knew they could do it. He says that, too: "Hey, our teams are even now. 2-2," and then tries his best to say the same thing in Korean. He's absolutely certain that he doesn't do it right, but Jonghyun seems to get it anyway, because he instantly gasps and then scrunches his face. Mouth all small, nose all crinkled, eyebrows all furrowed.

He thrusts Taemin's switch back across the table, holding out a grabby hand for his. "Rematch," he grumps.

Laughing, Taemin trades easily. Quickly, even quicker than when they were on stage, Jonghyun practically eviscerates his team. He exploits all of Taemin's pokemons weaknesses that he didn't know before; Taemin guesses that he checked their stats when he had the chance. Taemin didn't even think about that. He guesses that's why Jonghyun is the one that's champion and not him.

Pouting–or trying to pout, at least, through his smile–Taemin asks him, "Do you play Animal Crossing?”Jonghyun drops his cocky smug look and replaces it with a confused tilt of the head. Taemin figures that the game must have a very different name in Korean. He just closes out of the pokemon game and scrolls to Animal Crossing on his dashboard, showing Jonghyun that way. When he does, Jonghyun smiles bright and nods eagerly. He hurries to switch games on his own console.

After the tour of his island, and halfway through the tour of Jonghyun's island, Jinki jiggles his shoulder gently. Taemin looks up reluctantly. Jonghyun's island is an organized mess and he loves it.

"You'll be okay on your own, right?" Jinki asks him, which makes Taemin give him his full attention. He’s gathering up all of his trash and standing up, Key doing the same on the other side of the table. "Bummie and I are going to, uh." He glances over at Key and his smile hooks up at one corner. He licks his lips, then turns back to Taemin and grins, "go hang out together."

Taemin squints at his brother, suspicious. On the other side of the table, Key is speaking in Korean with a smile much the same as Jinki's and pink blushing over his nose. Jonghyun is looking at him very indignantly, and then he snaps something at him, gesturing at himself and then at Key. Key blushes even darker, replying defensively, and Taemin gasps dramatically. He whips back to Jinki.

"You cannot ditch me to go have sex," he hisses. Instantly Jinki is on the defensive too, mouth working silently for a moment before he shoots back, "Why do you understand the sex words?”

"I don't understand the sex words," Taemin snaps. "I can just tell, looking at both of you. What the fuck?" He does not believe this. Jinki cannot leave him here on his own with Jonghyun. He is baby and he cannot talk to a cute boy without help.

Jinki tries to come back with something, but yet again, no words come out of him until he says, "Okay, well, anyway. We're leaving. Text me if you need me. You're doing great!" He grabs Key around the waist and guides him away mid argument with Jonghyun. Both of them, before they even throw their garbage away, are already giggling, laughing with each other.

"Fucker,” Taemin calls after him, betrayed. "I'm going to piss in your dresser when we get home!" He would almost feel bad, yelling that in a public cafe, if Jonghyun weren't cursing Key even louder. Taemin doesn't understand any of the words but he can just tell, from the feeling behind them, the borderline growl in his voice, that they're worse than his.

Jinki and Key leave without a look back, even when they walk right past the cafe window and Taemin loudly flips them off through it.

Then he slumps back in his seat, extremely grumpy, glaring at the table. Awful. Looking up at Jonghyun, who's doing the same thing, he demands, "Can you believe them?"

Jonghyun replies with a long sentence in Korean, and he doesn't seem to mind that Taemin doesn't understand. And he's right. Taemin replies with his own rant, "He's supposed to stick with me, mom literally told him to stay with me, and he thinks he can just? Hello?"

And then it's just the both of them, talking back and forth, over each other sometimes, absolutely, one hundred percent agreeing with the other one just on principle. And then it's the two of them laughing, suddenly, snorting and cackling together at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. And then it's Taemin, chuckling, staring at his switch screen without actually seeing it. Maybe Jinki was right. They're getting along fine. Maybe now's his chance to try again without fucking it up this time.

"Hey," he says. Jonghyun, still chuckling, looks up, curious. Taemin wiggles his switch, takes a deep, big boy breath, and in his very best Korean asks, "After this, do you want to go back to the convention?" Then he thinks for a moment, comes up with a blank, and adds in sheepish English, "We can look at all of the merch booths. Buy stuff."

"Oh!" Jonghyun exclaims. "Buy stuff! Yeah," he agrees, tapping his fingers on the table in his excitement. "I’d like that."

"Fuck yeah," Taemin grins.

"Fuck yeah!" Jonghyun repeats, slapping his hands on the table.

Taemin beams, giddy and lovestruck and proud of himself all at once. Nailed it.

[minhio22]

I need you

Hajun x reader

Spoliers for Vibes cd drama

Im not good with this whole layout thing excuse me. Have this whole oneshot i wrote out of the blue in one sitting

You thought it was weird of him to be so on edge before a show. Hajun was never one to be that snappy before a showdown with anyone. Be it Buraikan or cozmez he would never waver. He would always go out with that annoying confidence with that big ego of his. That was what you liked about him.

But to see him so on edge and seeing him snap at Allen backstage it made your eyebrows rise when you saw it. You knew it wasn't like him. Surprisingly he just apologized. Something was up with him but Hajun was always hard to read no matter how much time you had already spent with him.

Before BAE went for their show you caught up with Hajun seeing as he was the last one to leave the room.

"Hajun! Wait up!" You had called out to him.

Hajun turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "What is it?" Hajun asked in that proper tone he always had.

"I-is something wrong? You're not yourself today. Are you alright?" You asked despite knowing he wasn't one for opening up. You still asked because you were worried about him. You would ask a thousand times even if he would still reply the same and that was that he was completely fine.

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Of course I am." Hajun gave that charming smile of his while replying with a slight teasing tone. You could still tell that something was off with him but he wasn't going to let it be known. Hell be damned for him to show weakness to anyone. He knew you knew that something was up with him but he just brushed it off. You know there was no point in pushing him so you just dropped it.

"Alright then. Best of luck Hajun. Not that I think you need it." You gave him a weak smile that worry in your eyes not fading one bit. Hajun could see it clearly which made him smile a bit gently at you in hopes of elevating it a bit. With that he left.

You felt like your heart was being ripped out. You felt like the world had gone quiet, the sound of your beating heart the only thing that occupied your ears. You felt like your vision was blurry as the only thing you could see was him.

Him

Him not singing his verse of the song. Him suddenly starting to lose his breath. Him suddenly breathing hardly as if his lungs were under water, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in this world for him. Him swaying from side to side a bit before passing out on the floor. Him clutching his chest while doing so. Him on the cold floor of the stage breathing erratically.

The only thing you remembered was everyone around you screaming. Your shouts getting lost in the noise of the crowd. Your legs taking you faster than they ever had.

You were backstage now. Your hand clutching Hajun's tightly. His breathing sounded like he was in so much pain that you couldn't even begin to describe. It brought you so much pain like someone had cut you open and stabbed your heart repeatedly, however it still continued to beat on. His hand was cold, so cold. It felt like the hand of someone dying. The hand of someone who's losing their life. You clutched his hand harder when you thought of that unwilling to let him go, not wanting him to leave you. Kneeling on the floor clutching his left hand as if that was what was stopping him from going.

Akanyatsura had entered the room asking what happened. You let Anne and Allen answer their questions and talk to them. Your mind was occupied with thoughts of him. How you should've pushed him to tell you earlier. That maybe this was all your fault as you could tell something was wrong but you did nothing to prevent him.

Hajun's eyes were closed, sweat trickling down his face as if he was with a fever if only it wasn't for your hand against his cold ones you would've believed so. He still looked oh so handsome with that gentle prince-like beauty of his. If he wasn't breathing so erratically you would've believed he was in deep slumber instead.

Out of the blue his hand that you were holding was starting to change colour. "Um guys?" You spoke for the first time calling out to the people in the room. You raised his hand that you were still holding, gesturing to it. It was rapidly changing to a bluish purple colour.

"It's the metal's acute erosion." Iori replied.

Everyone in the room gasped. You were back in your thoughts again. Your brain running faster than it usually would. Thoughts going in and out in your head, making you worry about losing Hajun even more, making you clench his hand even more. Making you second-guess yourself. Making you think of the worst things possible. The worst case scenarios.

Iori knelt beside you. "Let me take a quick look." His tone was gentle due to the fact that when he looked at you, your eyes were glazed over with tears and it seemed that you were unaware of it. He could tell how much you cared as your grip on Hajun's hand was relentless.

You reluctantly let go of Hajun's hand and shuffled away a bit to give Iori some space to inspect Hajun. Hajun was breathing shakily. It pained you so much you wanted to take away his worries so badly.

"This is bad. Looks like the erosion started from his finger and probably reached his heart. This is not its average speed. Now that it came to this, we can't do anything anymore."

You were surprised at his words. "No! You can't mean Suiseki-san! There has to be something…. " You trailed off at the end of your outrage. You knew the risks of being a phantom rapper despite not being one. You glanced at Hajun, tears finally dropping from your eyes. You buried your face into the sleeve of his jacket as you clutch his hand back. You mumbling his name over and over as if that would bring him back. You had blocked out every noise in the room once again. The sight of it was heartbreaking to everyone in the room. Iori felt a little guilty having to lay the cold hard truth to you like that but he had to do it nonetheless.

"There's nothing else…. But one way." Iori had said which made you perk up. Everyone was slightly startled by your head suddenly rising as you looked at Iori with such resolution. "But it requires a lot of resolution."

"Please tell us!" Allen exclaimed.

"Use Hajun's metal and force your way into his mind." Iori stated.

"That's…. Possible?" You questioned.

"I don't know." There was a slight pity in his eyes. "But there was someone who did it once in the past. I heard that he saved his partner who collapsed on stage using this method. It was Buraikan's Shura." Gaspes resounded in the room. "But it's just a story close to a legend. No conclusive evidence. No…. It's something that Buraikan has done. So we couldn't possibly imitate it."

"I got it! I'll do it" Allen sounded so sure that it surprised Iori. "Please tell me how I can dive into Hajun's mind."

"It’s the same as doing phantom lives. You kiss the metal. But you’re going to kiss Hajun’s metal." Iori explained.

"Hajun's metal?" Anne inquired. You glanced at his hand which you were holding to look at his metal.

"The metal is the door that connects to its holder’s mind. And with the sudden erosion, the metal is trying to become one with its holder." Iori further explained.

"In other words, that door is left open?" Anne asked.

"Alright! Let's go!"

"Wait! Do you understand what it means diving into another person’s mind? One mistake and you might never come back. And then…" Iori warned them.

"We will also become just like Hajun is right now?" Anne asked.

"No. It might even be worse than this. It’s live or die. Despite that, you’ll do it?"

"I will! I want to save Hajun!" The three of you exclaimed.

Anne and Allen were reluctant on letting you follow as you had never experienced something like this before.

"But I want to go! I have to go! I can't just sit around and let him die. Let you guys die." You argued with them.

"But if something were to happen to you hajun would…" Allen started.

"I don't care! If i don't do something I wouldn't be able to live with it! He won't even be here if that's the case."

In the end they let you follow along as you kissed his metal. It was a weird sensation. Kissing something that was in a way deeply connected to someone. You groaned when you entered Hajun's mind. You never felt anything like it. It was…. Weird…. You didn't know how to describe it.

"Are you alright Anne, Y/n?" Allen asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Anne pants.

You just gave a thumbs up. It was really dim. Was it always like this inside people's minds? Well you wouldn't know this was the first time you entered one anyways. It struck you that you were doing something really unbelievable and you might not even live to tell the tale. You guys walk around trying to find Hajun.

"Ah! There! I can see light!" Anne pointed out.

"And there’s a door. That’s gotta be it…" Allen said. The three of you run towards it.

"It seems like you don’t get it."

"Eh?"

"Hajun, it means that you’re no longer needed in this house."

"Eh?"

"Don’t tell me this is…" Allen started.

"Hajun's trauma. The day when his parents threw him out? Poor boy was so shocked he could only say 'eh?'. What kind of parents are those?" You huffed angrily a bit.

"Then… I…"

"Yes, Hajun. You’re an unneeded child."

The voice of Hajun's father saying unneeded eded child was echoing throughout the room.

"Hajun’s not an unneeded child!" Allen slammed the door open.

"That’s right, you toxic parents! The unneeded one is you! Now disappear this instant!" Anne snapped. As if it was magic they really did disappear. "Oh! They really disappeared! I’m so awesome!" You chuckled at that and Allen just sighed.

"Uhm… who are you?" A younger version of Hajun asked. You could see how this cute little boy came to grow up into such a good looking man. You flushed a bit at how cute he was. Pinching his cheeks was a thought on your mind.

"Ah! Eh, little Hajun? So cute! What’s with those cheeks?! I wanna snuggle on them!" Anne exclaimed.

"Yeah isn't he Anne? You might want to do that now cause I don't think he will let you when we get back. I wanna pinch his cheeks…"

"Eh? Ah, Uhm…" younger Hajun seemed overwhelmed.

"Alright, Hajun. Listen carefully. No matter what your parents say, you’re not an unneeded child! Definitely not!" Allen told him.

"He’s right. When you get a little older, you’ll turn sarcastic, with a sharp tongue and a sick personality, but we like that kind of you. That’s because you do your best more than anyone else, always serious, and even though you’re nice, you’re shy about it." Anne added.

"And you may not have a lot of friends but there's a lot of people who look up to you." You added.

"Sorry that I didn’t realize about the metal. It must have been hard for you getting this far." Allen said.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask more when I noticed something was off with you today. I should've. It must've been hard putting on with all that pain. I wish you would've leaned on us more. Say something-" You told him tears were spilling out a bit.

"I can’t say it." Younger Hajun said abruptly. "If I say something like that, I’ll become an unneeded child again.

You clenched you fists as Anne and Allen gasped.

"If it means I won’t become an unneeded child, I’ll do anything. I’ll endure no matter how hard it is." He continued. "Because I love them. Being thrown away by the people I love saying I’m an unneeded child is much scarier than death."

"How stupid. I told you before, didn’t I? That I won’t betray you. That I will never abandon you! Seriously… making people say such embarrassing things… What’s with you…" Allen confessed.

"You're surprisingly softhearted huh Hajun?" You noted. "To think you think that way…. I would never leave you. Instead I'm scared of it being the other way. You're not unneeded. BAE needs you. Allen needs you. Anne needs you." You stopped a bit before saying your last words. "I need you."

You guys managed to get out safe and sound in one piece. You woke up groaning a bit. Your head was against hajun's shoulder it seems. Hajun seemed to wake up and noticed you there, he seemed confused. Anne and Allen had tackled him and started crying. You backed away a bit not wanting to ruin the moment. That and you've been sticking to Hajun like glue so you suppose you could give other people some time with him.

"Whoa what's all this?" Hajun asked, confused.

At that moment Akanyatsura had come back and seemed pleased that Hajun was alive and kicking.

A lot happened but now you were alone in the backstage room with Hajun. You sweatdropped everyone had scuffled out so quickly you thought it was planned. Nonetheless you were grateful to be able to talk to him privately.

Hajun had definitely noticed your disheveled look, your puffy red blood eyes, swollen from crying so hard and your hair was a mess. You didn't waste time in tackling him into a hug which left him speechless. It caught him off guard but you could feel his arms wrap around you not long after.

"I'm sorry I didn't-" You started but Hajun wasn't having any of it.

"No. It's my fault and my fault alone. You couldn't have done anything." Hajun said sternly not wanting you to blame yourself.

"But if I had pushed you to answer today then maybe-" Hajun called out your name sternly. You instantly shut up.

"I didn't tell anyone so there's no way you could've known. It's not your fault. Don't worry. I'm fine." Hajun replied. He let go of you and grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss and left his mouth there saying his next words. Your face burned red from the action. He was so charming and he knew it. "I won't make you worry next time. I promise. I won't leave you. Besides you need me right?" Hajun smirked as he said those last words his eyes looking at you as his lips were still on the back of your hand. You instantly went a shade redder at his smirk and words. He might not remember what happened in there but subconsciously he does.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Ahir Shah’s 2023 stand-up hour, Ends, came out on Netflix last week. It’s the show that won the big Best Show award from the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, and deservedly so, in my opinion. I got to hear it last year and thought it was incredible, and could not wait for it to get filmed so everyone else can see it too.

I was prepared to be a bit disappointed when I watched the Netflix version, because I think something usually gets lost, from hearing something exactly as it was performed on an Edinburgh stage during its original run, to seeing a version that’s been workshopped for the better part of a year, and then edited for a streaming service.

I got a bit of that disappointment when Tom Ballard’s It Is I show went on YouTube – I saw it live the year before and thought it was absolutely incredible, and then I watched the filmed version, and thought it was still very good, but had lost a lot. They censored a couple of his swear words, which is a very good way to lose the momentum and/or vibe in a stand-up show. A couple of the threads had been cut out, and I didn’t know whether he’d dropped them from the show or whether they’d been edited out of the broadcast. I still enjoyed it, but not as much.

I was prepared for something similar with Ahir Shah’s show, and I’m pleased to say it didn’t happen as much. It still happened a bit – I’ll be honest, the version from its original Edinburgh run was better than this. But not by all that much. It was mostly the show I remember, and it was told very well, and it didn’t feel as “edited” as I often find that streaming service stand-up specials do. I think the earlier version made me laugh a bit more than the Netflix version did, though to be fair, part of that might be that everything’s funnier the first time you hear it, when you don’t know the punchlines are coming. I think a couple of the punchlines were missing from the Netflix version, and then a few more were softened by me knowing they were coming, so I didn’t laugh as hard.

But I did, to be honest, cry again. It’s one of those shows. One of those award-bait crying shows, and this one got its award, and I think it rightly so. Not all stand-up shows with bits to make you cry deserve awards. But this one sure did. It was one of only a couple of stand-up comedy shows to make me properly cry in 2023 (and on the subject of those couple of shows… NextUp should be putting out the new version of Grace Petrie’s stand-up show any day now, can’t wait to watch that again and cry more).

I don’t want to write too much about it because I think everyone should watch it, and I think it’s better to watch it without too many preconceived ideas of what’s in it. It’s a show about family and immigration and how past generations shape future ones, and it’s personal and political, and sometimes I don’t politically agree with every single detail of everything Ahir Shah says, but I can still see his perspective and respect his opinion.

And I don’t think that’s always true of differing political opinions – there are lots of political opinions that I don’t respect one bit and I think the people who hold them should fuck off. Ahir Shah isn’t one of those people, he’s just a left-wing version who has a bit of variation from me in the specifics of some of his views, and I find that interesting.

I often find it annoying when people say we should be “challenged” by stand-up comedy. I listen to the news to be challenged, and I read stuff by journalists and people who know what they’re talking about to inform my political views. Then I go to the entertainment sector to laugh when people say those views in a much funnier way than I could manage, and to feel a bit of cathartic relief when the comedians talk shit about the terrible people who hold terrible opposing views, since they’re able to put their shit talk into funny words. It’s nice. I do my civic duty and listen to news that adheres to journalistic standards of balance. Then I live my life that’s full of right-wing people very causally saying shitty things while I keep my mouth shut until by the end of it all, I have a headache and stomachache and pain in my chest from shutting my mouth for so long. And then I listen to comedians who agree with me talk shit, and it feels like a breath of fresh air and a weight off my shoulders. It does still have to be funny – I’ve heard some comedy where I agree the hell out of it but it’s not well written so it doesn’t make me laugh. But yeah, I probably do sometimes laugh a little harder at something where I agree with it politically, than I would if it were something equally funny but I didn’t agree the hell out of it. I like hearing my own views parroted back to me in an entertaining way, thank you.

And seriously, I don’t think it’s good when people complain about “you just want comedy to parrot your views back to you, instead of looking to be challenged”, because people looking to the entertainment industry to have their views challenged is a bit part of the problem. Challenge your views via people who know what they’re talking about. Don’t learn new things from comedians. They don’t know anything.

Those last couple of paragraphs are how I usually view political comedy. Which is why it’s such a big deal that I view this Ahir Shah show as an exception to that. I think he does challenge me, and I did learn some new things from this stand-up hour. Learned to look at a few things in a new way. Again, to be clear, he has the fundamentals of decent politics; he’s not out there challenging me with material that’s misogynist or transphobic or “actually when you think about it, maybe the government shouldn’t subsidize low-income children who want to eat at lunchtime”. Just different ways of looking at things, within the purview of being, you know, basically all right. I’m not sure I always agree, but I find it interesting.

So there’s that, in the show Ends. Intelligent political and sociological analysis. There’s the generational legacy stuff. Some good callbacks and throughlines. There’s the bit that made me cry, delivered very well. It’s always a bit weird to see someone do the tearjerker part of their show after they’ve been touring it for quite a while, and you know they’ve performed this same material a lot of times, so it’s hard to muster the same emotion every time. But I think he nailed it on the Netflix filming night, anyway. It got me just as good.

Oh, and it is funny. A bit less funny than the earlier version that I remember, but that’s a fucking high bar, and this was still funny. That's important too, in an award-winning comedy show.

Anyway, absolutely everyone should watch this, I cannot recommend it highly enough. If anyone reading this would like to watch it, and the only thing holding you back is not having Netflix and not knowing where to watch it, send me a message I can reply to privately (so, not an anonymous ask because those can only be replied to publicly - send me a direct message or a non-anonymous ask), and I'll help you out. That offer is always on the table with things I write about that have been publicly released, and I usually try not to refer to it too much in public posts, but I'm doing so in this one because I really really want to encourage people to watch this. Don't be shy if we don't know each other, either. Even if we've never interacted before, if you're a blog that has nothing to do with mine, doesn't matter. I'll just be happy to have pointed more people to this. (Though obviously, if you have Netflix watch it there to give him the view count, and, you know, support live comedy where you can and stuff.)

[mistfallengw2]

BUNNIE TRIVIA TIME

[Under the cut because it's long]

- Her in-game markings aren't accurate: the white mark on her face extends to most of the right half of her head and her ear, and she has other big patches and spots on the left side of her body, with the biggest one covering most of her arm. [I still have to play around with the exact placement]

- She's non-binary! She likes her feminine appearance in spite of being a tomboy, but at the same time she doesn't feel defined by her own body and sees her personal golems as an extension of herself. It's one of those things about herself she considers too complicated and in flux for her to really care, but if her golems are in the picture, using neutral pronouns gives her the good vibes.

- She's openly poly, pan and demiromantic. In spite of that, maintaining relationships is actually a hard thing for her, as dealing with anyone long-term eventually brings out things she finds extremely off-putting (specifically the kind of petty/backwards priorities and mentalities she was traumatized by) and immediately loses interest. After a bunch of bad experiences, she learned to keep her expectations low and sleeps around a lot, shamelessly enjoying intimacy whenever she feels like it and keeping a net of loose friendships with benefits (which comes in handy for her job, as it gives her plenty of places to crash at and a lot of people to exchange favors with, all of which she will pay back in kind). That said, she is not afraid of commitment and she loves her extended pod to bits, with Nuvly being her platonic anchor and Farka the romantic one.

- Her parents had a precise idea of the type of genius they wanted her to be and were very strict, starting her education earlier than usual and sending her to progeny school as soon as possible. Too bad she wanted to be a golemancer instead, so she too advantage of being ahead of the program and started skipping classes, "borrowing" parts from school to build her first golem in a small cave, all in secret to avoid reprimand. She became friends with Tocchix after he saw her run off with some components taken from the class they were having and followed her to her rudimentary lab.

- Bunnie is not her birth name. The day they met, Tocchix had called her a variety of improvised names as he attempted to get her attention while chasing her, and the one that worked was "bunny ears" (due to her ears having rounded tips). She liked the sound of it and told him to call her that when he later asked her name, and over time it progressively got shortened and its pronunciation distorted (sounds like "boonie" more than "bunny"). Officially changing her name was one of the first things she wanted to do after she was de facto adopted by Alyt!

- While Bunnie got officially mentored by Alyt, she actually had the Prostech krewe to thank for her early education, as Alyt was just the prosthetics tester and sort of lab assistant of the krewe. While the ex-Peacemaker's technical knowledge was quite limited, Alyt was actually the one who allowed her to bloom into the golemancy genius she became, standing up for Bunnie against her father and taking charge of her, even though she was just that one hyperactive progeny that was often glued to her "nephew" whenever Alyt had to look after Tocchix. They were and still are really close (though in an "aunt and niece" sort of way) even after they went their separate ways, with Bunnie still coming up with new upgrades for Alyt's prosthetic arm as an excuse to go visit her at the Priory. When her friend Nuvly wanted to join the Priory, Bunnie immediately went and convinced Alyt and (specifically) her partner Favian to take her in as their novice, trusting they'd look after the shy and soft historian and elementalist without pushing her too hard.

- Bunnie and Nuvly are "friends with cuddle benefits", "cuddlebugs", "smooch-friends". They met when Bunnie was still in Dynamics: she always liked Nuvly yet never made a move (her initial flirting was frequent yet never registered, then eventually Nuvly developed a complicatedly unrequited crush towards Tocchix) and Nuvly considered her her best friend, but they only got together after the first offhandedly offered to be the second's first kiss. Things didn't last long as Nuvly quickly realized she didn't like girls (and otherwise non-guys) in that way, but her awkward attempt at a break-up had them stumble their way into being queerplatonic partners, because they still platonically love each other a whole lot.

- She dated Flom for a very short yet intense time! The two really hit it off after meeting by chance, but after witnessing how he was a total doormat with his krewe and offering him a chance to break away from them, his answer and overall behavior pissed her off. Still, years later, she was the one who recognized him and vouched for him after he was rescued from Rata Primus, and in spite of being a lil' mean with him (mostly to in hopes of getting any reaction from his doormat-ty self), she really does want him and "his extra" to get a better chance in life, like she had offered him. Thankfully most of the awkwardness is gone by the time they're part of the same pod (he becomes Nuvly's primary romantic partner), and he does clumsily return some of the teasing.

- Farka still doesn't know how she ended up dating Bunnie. Like, yes, her warband was assigned to machinery repairs under Bunnie's command in Eye of the North, and the asura somehow got under her fur enough that she wanted to be around her more than what her duty demanded, which still feels a bit unbelievable. As for Bunnie, she loves her giant girlfriend who is many times her size, her warband is fun to hang out with and they taught her a ton of things about charr machinery, and sleeping next to a fluffy rumbling engine is actually pretty cozy and comfortable (Farka desperately tries to keep her purring to a minimum (Bunnie spurs her on)).

- She's an old friend of Zojja, though their friendship had a rocky start. After a class he held during her Dynamics days, Bunnie approached Snaff with some highly interesting questions, and he took an immediate liking to the brilliant young golemancer, offering her to use his lab to work on her UNK project under the guise of a part-time internship, both to observe her progress and to keep the college from taking proprietorship of it, as she had casually complained about during their talk. Zojja, being already his apprentice at the time, saw her as competition and used to be extremely petty with her, jealous that her mentor's attention wasn't fully on her, but Bunnie paid no mind to her since the terms of her agreement with Snaff didn't include any form of apprenticeship. After hearing of Snaff's death, Bunnie was one of the first who went to check on Zojja, genuinely concerned for her, and the first she didn't succeed in turning away. Eventually they became friends, and Zojja was particularly happy that Bunnie got to earn the title of Snaff Savant, as it meant a lot to both of them.

- Bunnie adored and doted on Aurene from the first time she saw the dragonling in Tarir. She used to bring her gifts of all kinds back when she ran supply lines around the Maguuma jungle, and still went out of her way to sneak her treats both around Elona and in Eye of the North. Being part of the Crystal Bloom was an obvious part of the course for her, especially as over the years she had become close friends with Ethanryel and even got quite friendly with Caithe.

- Bunnie became friends with Taimi after she brought to Rata Novus her ordered parts for Scruffy 2.0, both as part of her job as supply line manager for the Vigil/Pact and as fellow golemancer with a couple of ideas to pitch. They mostly just talk about golems when they hang out, and Bunnie miiiiight make sure that Taimi's supply requests are fulfilled first and slip in some extra comforts for her friend if she can help it.

- She used to be a champion in golem throwdowns, winning a ton of tournaments with P-UNK and making a name for herself. She doesn't look for fights and if necessary she lets her golems fight for her, either using her firearms from a safe distance or using them as suits.

- Her personal golems run on the UNK (Utility Neural Kernel) system she's been developing and updating throughout her life. Other than making the Val-A for her Dynamics' admission, her first golem was F-UNK (Functional-UNK), a small lab golem who was caught in the crossfire and blown apart during the Inquest attack on her krewe's lab while they were trying to save Doxa. With the prize funds from the Snaff Savant contest, she made a fully accessorized combat golem named P-UNK (Punching-UNK) and a heavy-duty transport golem named H-UNK (Hulking-UNK), and they both had the option of serving as golem suit. They were her babies and she kept them in perfect condition for years, until they were destroyed by Kralkatorrik's final attack in Thunderhead Peaks. Heartbroken (in more ways than one), she salvaged their parts to make PH-UNK-1 (Punching-Hulking-UNK-One, read: funky) to distract herself from what had happened and channel her grief into defiance against doom, and it served her well since Dragonfall. During IBS she made a new golem called Sp-UNK (eSsence-Powered-UNK) that ran on icebrood's essences, which later was upgraded to Sp-UNK-2 to deal with destroyers as well. She made more of her UNK series golem over the years, mostly to aid the Pact and the Crystal Bloom, and is now having fun with making jade-powered golems as well and developing a dedicated system, though the finnicky issues with jade irk her to no end.

- In spite of being a lil' ADHD gremlin, she's extremely efficient at keeping things organized, especially when there are others who can deal with things that'd ruin her focus.

- She has a lunar maned skyscale, Nyx. She was one of the second batch of skyscale hatchlings that Gorrik hatched (following the one Aurelia took as her own and the first smaller batch that continued the experiment), and Bunnie was there the moment they hatched, ready to get one after having missed the first ones. Nyx is pretty laid back and calm, keeping to herself unless she wants cuddles or to play, though she can sometimes act "like a princess". She doesn't mind Bunnie's golems too much and mostly stays with the Crystal Bloom's skyscale glory when Bunnie is not around. She and the other skyscales were extremely helpful as the Crystal Bloom helped make Elona safe after Aurene's ascension.

[lokisprettygirl]

Hi dear, I'm back in your ask box 😁. I planned to do it earlier but...after Christmas holidays, real life remained busier than I thought😂 . But somehow I managed to write my comment for you. Sorry if I might've mixed up chapters 5 and 6 a little bit , I read them in one piece. So, here we go...

Ch.5 / it starts with a dream of y/n and well, she was a 9 year old when she had her first crush on Loki, how cute and absolutely understandable (I was 10 or 11 when I had my first crush on a rock-star 🤭☺️). I feel so sorry for the poor thing that she saw what happened between Loki and Nat, also that Nat called him Lolo too. But he didn't want that and he has defended his little buttons, he protected her!

Odin's ultimate plan for her...she's the key to the eternity

Wow, I don't know what to say, it sounds creepy and scary 😳

There's one thing I'm wondering about (and it happened in a former chapter too)...after having sex Loki is always covered in bruises and scratches. And a dent? Why?

What was he thinking you would do? Apologize? Cuddle him? Cling to him after the night you two had....it won't be hard for him to slip into the soft nurturing nature if you demand that from him....he knew how easily he'd lose your interest once he had given you every part of himself...you'd find someone who'd treat you awfully, who would make you chase for his affection...

What? Why does he think that about her?

Does he want to feel pain because he can't allow himself to love her like he should? Does he get her behaviour right? I know she made mistakes too but... ☹️. She wants his touches and she wants him close . She annoys him, pissed him off to get touched by him even if it hurts...

...and gripped your hair in his fist, you couldn't help but moan at the reaction, he was so sexy like this....you didn't really care what he did after that, he could anything he wanted...

But...

...maybe it also excited you because you knew he'd never hurt you like that... He wasn't Odin. He could never be. 🥺

There's anger in his reaction and he hurts her without really wanting it because I think, he wants to love her but can't allow it to himself and in this case the feel of pain ( mentally and physically, for both of them) is better than to feel the love (the love would hurt them too?) ...and for y/n to get hurt by him (verbally and mentally) and to see him mad at her is acceptable for her...if you can't get the positive attention then you take the negative one. And he's really mean to her.

...I fucked her behind your loving master's back (🧐🤔) and I do miss her....you're just a child who's damaged from so deep that she can't even differentiate what's right and what's wrong... (look who's talking)

I don't know if it make sense but I hope you know what I mean .

Always the teasing and lots of sexual tension 😏😁...and I get dom/sub vibes permanently 😅

...he enunciated every word clearly as if you were too dumb...his grip tightened around your throat

You know what he did to you right? To your mother? Me? Us? Do you remember that or not?

Something insane and disgusting happened here...😳🧐

A scar on his wrist? And he doesn't talk about it. He had initials gotten tattooed on it? And y/n has the same initials? The initials of her name? Hmmm... did he hurt himself? Did he try to cut his wrists? To punish himself because he wasn't able to protect his sweet buttons? Has he tattooed her initials to have an everlasting reminder that he failed on her? Why is y/n tattooed with the initials and does she remember why and when she got it tattooed? Sometimes I think she doesn't remember some parts of the past 🤔 . Maybe she has repressed some things?

Loki is always overly protective and possessive.

You weren't allowed to go anywhere without him.

Hmm...he gives her forehead kisses (for me the highest expression of love) but then he's going to fuck the hairstylist 😝..and when she saw him fucking that girl he felt bad because he didn't want her to see him like this...oh Loki. But then he can't stand her behaviour when she's doing nearly the same thing and she just kissed Peter

Loki kept his eyes on you two, the way he grabbed you and kissed you made him fume

...I mean... I get that she wanted to piss him off again 🙄

I love the next part 😉😏...sexy, hot and I'd take the massage too😅😁🥵. The tension is killing me here...he never touches her but of course he wants to do it 😏😏

But only he knew the truth was far from it, the level of control he had to have in such situations was nothing short of a miracle

And yes, he IS manipulative! And y/n wants to get manipulated by him...and he makes me sooo angry 🤬🤣

You're important, you're different, you are fucking special to me...the girl I always cared about is right here

Arrrgghhh...just say it if you mean it🤬😂😂 and I hope he does...

"I love you daddy" "I know baby"...and he left for his room, leaving you immensely turned on and frustrated

Goddd I hate you... yessss I hate him, but I love him🤣🤣🤣💚💚💚 it seems I like toxic love....and their toxic circle goes on...

Odin escaped from the Psychiatry facility? How? Why? OMG 😲

Odin was going to do something cruel to y/n but it never came to it (thanks to Loki?!) Odin murdered women, underaged children and a sex cult...and came away on the account of insanity plea ? WTF 😳🤬. I hate him, he's a disgusting felon🤮. I instantly hope that nothing bad is going to happen to y/n and Loki. They've been through so much already 😪

Huh, this got long and I need a short break now ☺️. And then I'm going to write my next comment, which is coming very soon...

I loved this chapter💚...but I love you more, my Queen 👑🤗❤️

And I have missed your asks, your insights and everything you have to say about the story, it really motivated me more than you can ever imagine my dear 🥹💚

He does have different coping mechanism to deal with trauma, one of them is hurting himself so his mind would stay distracted.

Until now from what we have seen he's ummm he's scared that he will lose her interest in him once he has given her everything, she stays hooked because He thinks that's what she wants from him, sex, he knows she lusts after him and there's a reason why he's afraid that he'll be abandoned once they cross that line 👀

Yess the abominating forehead kisses 😍 he treats her like a child at times probably because of how he met her, she was just a kid , but when he met her again she wasn't just that kid he knew, she had grown and she was sexual, that's when he got attracted to her in a different way. The thing is even if he wasn't attracted to her he still would have loved er the same because that's their whole thing with each other they absolutely love each other.

Love you my dearest thank you 🥹💚

[gotatext]

JUDE & NAOMI —  DAY TWENTY-EIGHT.

location :   kitchen.

time :     evening.

description :  jude cooks up a storm meanwhile naomi nearly slices her finger off because he asked her to cut one vegetable.

featuring :   naomi  /  @heatwayve

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

there’s a weird vibe in the villa, and it’s got jude pranging out. after everything that happened this morning with romi, and then her saying she doesn’t want to share a bed with him, it’s hard not to draw conclusions about seeing dante and romi flirting. he doesn’t want to be made out to be a mug. what the fuck had happened? he’d literally had them up against the sinks with their legs around his waist, and now they’re acting like it’s nothing? it’s shady. if they end up sharing with dante instead, he’ll be fuming. whatever. it’s not even a thing. he’s here to have a good time, not to get bogged down on day one because romi’s giving someone else attention. jude's in the kitchen throwing herbs in a pan with what might look like reckless abandon, but is actually pretty tried-and-tested, as he mixes up a tomato and basil sauce for his pasta bake. spotting naomi on her way somewhere, he waves her over, gathering some of the sauce on the end of his wooden spoon and crossing the kitchen to meet her. “hey, try this,” he says, catching her chin in his hand as he lifts the spoon for her to taste it. “think it needs more chilli flakes, or is it spicy enough?” he used to do those most intense spice king challenge youtube videos for clickbait, so his barometer for what’s spicy is kinda fucked. “feel like i’m always making you taste shit for me, naomi." he could make a joke about her willingness to put shit in her mouth, but he decides to save it.  wow. growth. "i trust your judgement, though.” she doesn’t seem the type to sugar coat. if something’s shit, she’ll tell him.

naomi santos

for once, naomi's kind of relieved that the weird vibes in the villa have nothing to do with her. head still reeling from the night before, naomi's kept a certain measure of distance from the bombshells, on the likely pretense of 'baggage,' many of them have let her have it. even jude, who over the past few hours has started to reveal himself as more trouble than even naomi had gathered on her first read. if she weren't quite as bothered about the romi/josh thing, maybe naomi would be getting on to him about it, but instead . . . well, maybe she'd just rather see how things unfold. "always? i met you today, babe," she laughs. "when i think i said . . . don't touch?" jogs his memory with an arch of her brow, shaking his hand away with a jerk of her chin. naomi grabs his hand with her own, pressing it against his chest like she's putting it back where it belong. she takes the spoon from his other hand,  not holding back from keeping eye contact as she gives it a taste. "that's supposed to be spicy?" she asks dubiously.

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

she's caught him there. "okay. twice then." he's not sure he likes the pet name—it feels condescending somehow —and he kinda gets where she was coming from earlier. "uh, it's jude or nothing..." so the no touch rule only applies to him, apparently, his eyes heavy on her when she shifts his hand to his chest, his smile taunting him. no, he doesn't enjoy being manhandled by naomi, or being put in his place, but there's something entertaining about it. "supposed to be. clearly i've fucked it, though. more chilli flakes it is." he holds his hand out for the wooden spoon, not wanting to risk taking it from her and accidentally brush the slip of her wrist. it's like a fucking period drama. who's boundaries are that strict? live a little. "d'you want some? i've made enough for two." three if they have small portions. he probably should've asked romi, but he's already made them lunch today. can't be acting like a fucking simp 24/7 or he'll lose his street cred. naomi santosBOT — 01/14/2023 11:58 PMa smile tugs at the corner of her lips as he throws her words back at her. "okay," she concedes, a tilt of her head that could only be described as sassy when she looks back at him, drawing his name out, "jude." she pauses for a second before adding, "that short for something? judith?" clearly they're chatting now, so she passes the spoon back to him and hoists herself up onto the countertop with the palms of her hands, leaning back on them as she watches him work. "is this an olive branch?" she asks, trying to gauge his angle. her tone is still a bit teasing, though, lighthearted, like she can't be assed to take him completely seriously, "or are you grafting?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

he'd like to say he's immune to it — that naomi santos charm he'd spoken of — but he isn't. he's not sure if any guy would be if she was grinning at them like the cat that got the cream. but at the same time, he isn't going to be another claw-footed bath tool used to scratch naomi's ego, content to completely ignore her if it means she won't try to wrap him around her finger, too. "yep. that's me - judith dempsey. you got it first try. you want a prize or something?" he takes the spoon, returns to his sauce pot, and tosses in more chilli flakes, moving the sauce around the pan to keep it from sticking.  "nope. definitely not grafting," jude states, emphatically, almost a scoff in his tone. "i'm just being nice. i know, shocker." his eyes snap across to her, sitting pretty on the kitchen counter, which is a fat load of good to him. "if you want feeding, you'll have to at least look like you're helping. you can chop me up some chorizo if you want. or failing that, chuck us a beer."

naomi santos

"depends what kind of prizes you're offering," she remarks, an arched brow. she will be calling him judith from now on, though, since he's said that. she watches him out of the corner of her eye as he works, not much in the kitchen herself. "good," she states, as if she's the one who suggested that he not graft her, "seems like i'm not the only one with my hands full in here, anyhow. better keep up with what you've got." if anything that seb's said is enough to go by. it's day one and naomi herself isn't interested in getting caught in a bunch of trouble, another reason for people to write her off as the problem. "though i'm not sure being nice is the best strategy in here, wasting your time making besties with little ol' me," though this is entirely facetious. she's a formidable ally. if he's smart, he knows it. "you want my help?" lower lip juts out slightly, a playful pout. "i thought you were being nice?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

eyes narrowed, jude throws naomi a look that hangs in the balance between exhaustion and irritation, even if it only runs half-true. “it was a fuckin’ rhetorical question. but… sure, fuck it. what prize do you want?” as if feeding her isn’t enough. “i still get to say no if i don’t like it, because i’m the one granting the prize.” her single-worded response—good—is laughable enough that jude snorts, sudden and instinctive as a knee jerk reflex test. "yeah, good. okay." shaking his head, he turns the heat on his pan down. “i’m good at juggling,” jude shrugs. “good at card tricks too, if you’re interested.�� turning around, he flips her the middle finger. “is this your card?”  he actually is kinda decent at close-up magic, having studied a book about it during one of his brief stints at juvie, back before he was a reformed bad boy on the hunt for love and the opportunity to better himself (or so he’d told the producers). but he’s not about to have a real conversation about card tricks with naomi. she’d probably call him a fuckin’ nerd. “who said i wanna be besties? who said i even wanna be friends?” he turns to look at her, eyes falling to the pout of her lower lip, and rolls his eyes. “you ever read that story about the little red hen? nobody wanted to help her farm the grain or fetch the wheat, so when she baked the bread she kept it all for herself.” apparently, it’s children’s literacy hour.  “don’t be a dick, naomi.”

naomi santos

she's not the kind of girl enticed by the hard-to-get thing. if a guy doesn't want her, she's not bending over backwards for attention when she knows she can get it somewhere else – it's the same with jude. she doesn't need his validation. "i dunno if there's anything you could offer me that i'd actually want," naomi drums her fingertips on the countertop, thinking out loud. "guess if this turns out to be any good, you could cook for me again." naomi narrows her eyes skeptically, "are you really? were you in the circus?" a short laugh, "'cause that'd explain a lot." there's a joke about a clown here somewhere that naomi's still piecing together. she can't help but grin, tongue poking out from between the left corner of her teeth, eyes shining as he flips her off. she's way more amused than offended by that, it's got its own uncouth charm. "are you one of those guys that do slight of hand magic to impress a girl at the bar?" she asks, "materialize a quarter from behind their ear or something? because that's an ick." she tilts her head as he refutes her statement, "okay," naomi pauses, still figuring out his angle, "so, what do you want to be then?" it's hard to construct the reason for his olive branch otherwise, not sure what it is he wants for her. but she doesn't even earn her own name if she doesn't find out. "okay, suit yourself," cheeky grin as she hops off the counter, "let me hold the knife."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“that's 'cos i don’t have anything you’d want,” jude agrees, half-laughing in response. he’s comfortable with this, the kind of jibing banter that wouldn’t be out of place in the pub back home. she’s got that british sense of humour down that most americans lack, unless she’s being straight up rude and jude’s choosing to interpret it as a joke. “cook for you again? you must be joking.” as if he doesn’t enjoy spending hours in the kitchen, chatting shit about ‘the right wine’ to pair with a shitty spag bol. he’d cook for everyone, if they let him. “yeah. how can you tell? i was an aerial silks artist,” he jokes, whipping his wooden spoon through the air in an elaborate display of choreography, and pelting the fridge with red sauce. “oops. that looks nasty. shame i didn’t see who did it.” her amusement only feeds his antics further, encouraging his stupidity, when he sidles over to naomi, nudges her knees apart with his hips, and plucks a twenty pence piece seemingly from between her thighs. “yep,” he says, and drops the coin onto her leg, returning to the pan. “have the ick, if you want. doesn't affect me. i’m not trying to fuck you.” he’s still not sure how much of that statement’s true. his cheeks lift up when she asks what he wants them to be, jude clapping back with “isn’t it a bit early for the ‘what are we’ talk?” before it can gather any steam. the truth is, he doesn’t know — all he knows is that she’s too interesting to just fuck and then not talk to, too entitled and affluent to ever graft seriously, and sadly too hot to avoid. he reaches for the largest knife in the chopping block, and hands it to her, fingers clamped around the blunt edge of the blade. sliding over the chorizo, jude can’t help but smirk. he leans back against the fridge, folds his arms across his chest, and watches her. “go on then. emasculate me.” there’s obviously a misandry joke to be made about watching her hack up a sausage but jude isn’t witty enough to think of one.

naomi santos

"yeah, you can say that again," naomi replies, a roll of her eyes. it's not actually malicious, though, almost jovial. it's kind of like they've taken the usual love island pressure off of this interaction, her insistence that she's not interested and him, likewise. naomi will choose to believe there's a small part of it that isn't entirely true because he's a man and she looks the way she does, but for the most part it is. "well, like i said, we'll see if this is any good first. not a promising start," she points out. naomi does like when people cook for her, though, wouldn't be surprising if acts of service were her love language, but she's in the best mood when she's being treated. "oh, that's a lovely mental picture," she snorts, not at all prettily, no effort to laugh cute, and tries to hide the amusement on her face when he brandishes the spoon toward the fridge. narrow-eyed glance as he stands between her, an arch of her brow that says, is this an attempt to seduce me? – because she's already laid out that it won't work. "i'm giving you advice, dipshit, i'm not the only one who'd get the ick from something that cringe," she tells him. "just trying to figure out what the fuck you want," she motions between them, "out of this." because if it's not a fuck, not friendship, not...anything, then what's he cooking for her for? her gaze on him is intense for a moment before she decides to just revel in the confusion and go along with it. she'll reach for the knife, a devilish grin back at him, sure to make eye contact as she brings the knife down over something phallic. "careful, i might think you're into that," she teases. granted, naomi's not exactly the best in the kitchen, doesn't cook much, and after he averts his attention, it doesn't take long for her to bring the knife down in the wrong place – narrowly slicing her own finger. "fuck," voice soft as naomi turns toward the sink quickly before he can make a jeering comment about her inadequacies.

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude’s never seen her snort laugh like that before on tv. there’s something uninhibited about it, like it’s a rare glimpse into the real, unfiltered naomi without the polish and the poise. maybe he’d like that version of her better. it doesn’t really matter since they’ve decided that they’re not friends, they’re not gonna fuck, he’s just gonna make her dinner and then they’ll go their separate ways or whatever the game plan is here. “glad you think so. you’ll have to come and see me when we do the tour.” he wonders how hard it would be to learn aerial silk as a joke⁠—not that he’d actually do it, it’s just funny to think about. would romi get the ick if he did close up magic? maybe—he’d have to ask them⁠—but then naomi asks what he wants out of this, and he’s no longer thinking about what romi likes, his focus fixed on naomi instead. “this?” he asks, amused, gesturing between them with the spoon. “what are you chatting about? this isn’t a thing.” if they air this conversation, the group chat will be fucking slaughtering him, not that it’s even worthy of airing. somehow, the situation he’s found himself in with naomi is more addictive to jude than straight up chirpsing her would ever be. he likes the uncertainty of it. he doesn’t feel the need to define every single relationship with a woman as ‘friend’ or ‘fuck’. it’s just dinner, no strings attached, he’s not even making it for her, he’s just happened to make more than necessary. romi’d told him that making her jealous wouldn’t do it for her. that doesn’t mean he can’t cook for someone else, can’t flirt with someone else, if this is even flirting. with naomi, it’s hard to tell. he doesn’t respond to the implication that he likes it. the emasculation part, not so much, but the bossy part? he digs that. 

watching her, he almost takes the knife to show her a safer way to cut, but he doesn’t want to mansplain how to cut a fucking sausage to her. she’s a grown up, she’ll manage. his eyes are darting between the bubbling pot of sauce and her hands when it happens. there’s only a second to register, her name slipping from his lips in a warning just as she brings the knife down, and cuts. “shit,” jude sighs, almost at the same time as naomi’s expletive, heat turned off the stove and spoon chucked in the pan almost as soon as it happens. “just keep it under cold water,” is all he says, already taking off at a jog towards the villa, almost smacking into angel on his way, a wayward ‘sorry dude’ as he hunts for the first aid box. luckily, it isn’t far from the door. he plucks it down from the wall, returns to the kitchen. it’s only been a matter of seconds since the cut happened. running on adrenaline but calm under crisis, he opens the tin, setting out a plastic wrapped piece of cloth, some disinfectant, a pair of scissors and a set of blue plasters. “here, just give it to me a second,” jude says, after sanitising his hands, half expecting her to bat him away. he takes hold of her finger beneath the tap, squeezing the finger a little. “no, it’s fine. a bit of bleeding’s good. it’ll get out any bacteria or whatever.” when the bleeding’s slowed, he guides her hand back under the tap, his heart rate starting to slow. “alright, looks like we’re not having chorizo in it then. maybe leave the chopping to me next time.” he can’t help but think this is a great out. do a shitty job for someone, and they’ll never ask you to do it again. 

naomi santos

"i know it's not a thing," naomi sighs, a roll of her eyes. "i just don't get you, that's all." a little exhale of breath, a mixture between a huff and a sigh as she eyes him. she knows that they don't have to define things, but that's in real life. right now, time moves quickly, and she's trying to decide whether jude is a friend or an enemy, and he's not giving her much to fuel the flame either way. what does he want from her? in all honesty, naomi's never in her life met anyone who's wanted nothing from her. so, maybe that's why she just can't believe it. still, she's drawn in, determined to find out why he's keeping his cards so close to his chest about this, about her. but maybe she shouldn't be complaining, she's got a guy cooking for her – even if he's so insistent on getting her insistence, a hair away from making a remark that pisses her off just a little too much. after she nicks the tip of her finger, naomi keeps her hand poised under the sink at jude's instruction. the corners of her lips curve upward, amused as she watches him scurry off – the way he's running, you'd think she was about to bleed out. by the time he returns with the first aid kit, which doesn't take long, she looks almost fond, genuinely surprised by the way he's jumped into action. "it's just a little cut," naomi says dismissively, a nervous laugh on her lips as jude takes her hand. "you sound more worried about the bleeding than i do." 

jude's focused on her hand, on the sink, and naomi is watching his face, lined with concern and a certain urgency. she grins, "you are so..." a scoff, "i don't know." unexpected feels like the right word, if she was held at gunpoint. "what're you gonna do now? give me a bandaid?" she leans over toward him, "hope they've got cartoons." it wasn't totally strategic, her error, but she will remind him of this any time he ever asks her to do something for him again. "you're the one who told me to start chopping anyway, i tried to sit back and look pretty – you weren't having it," she admonishes. "so, really, it's your fault."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

eyebrows knitting together, jude shoots naomi a look that falls in the valley between confused and disbelieving.  “what’s not to get?”  from where he stands, he’s a pretty simple guy to work out. his motives and reasons for doing things aren’t all that complex. maybe what she’s struggling to work out is why he hasn’t made a move, which is simple, too.  “you’re not my type,” he shrugs, something teasing dancing in his eyes when they snap from hers back to whatever his hands are doing. one moment, it’s all a game—the next moment, he’s behaving like it’s life or death, and even naomi can spot it, dismissing his concerns with a laugh that’s kind of irritating. “i’m so what?” he asks, clearly put out, expecting her to say something like soft. it’s not soft to care about people, and even if he doesn’t have any care attached to naomi, there’s a side of him that’s nurturing, perhaps overly so, because it’s the kind of care he’s never received himself. by giving it, maybe he can be better than the people who were meant to parent him were. if he’s ever a dad, he wouldn’t want to fuck it up as monumentally as they did.

“yeah i am, actually.” as if the act of giving her a ‘band aid’ is equivalent to heckling her in the street. still, he’s attentive when he reaches for the first aid tin and plucks a plaster from it’s midst, peeling the sticky-back underside off and fixing it to her skin, the soft cushion flush against the cut. jude wraps the plaster around her finger, perhaps a tad too tight (that’ll fucking teach her) intensely aware of her eyes on his as he does it, biting down on the inside of his cheek to stop his teeth from grinding. “yeah, cool, fine. i’ll never ask you to do anything again. that what you wanted?” she moves closer and he stiffens, pressing a hand to her chest, just below her throat, to keep her there. “naomi,” he says, firm, a warning. it only takes a second for him to realise how stupid he’s being. obviously, she isn’t going to do anything stupid like that, not with him. not even if her being this close is making him think about it, which is probably intentional. he brings the bandaged finger up to his mouth, plants a kiss against the end of it, and goes back to his chopping, hoping to christ she leaves him alone.

naomi santos

she can't help but scoff, the arch of a singular perfect brow. "that doesn't explain why you don't wanna be friends," she points out, though she's got to revel on the fact that he's so fixated on turning her down, hammering down on the nail so hard he's gonna accidentally reverse it, "your denial is really convincing, though. want to tell me again how much you're not into me ? c'mon. for the viewers at home, " naomi goads him, tongue poking out between the corner of her smile as she tilts her head toward one of the cameras in the bushes. she's got nearly all the spots memorized by now, though sometimes she forgets about them. this is not one of those times. maybe he just thinks she wants him, needs him, oh baby, so he's got to shut her down to keep her from jumping on him. imagine the ego. there's annoyance in his features as she teases him for the way he's jumped into action, like she's struck some kind of nerve. naomi can't help it, though, it's not like she's had nurturing family members to look after her like this, a life full of hard edges that eventually taught her the best way to be looked after is to do it herself. if she doesn't make fun of it, she'll be forced to feel something about it. "strange," she says, finally completing her sentence, her gaze flickering up away from her hands to his eyes. "weird. i don't know. i'm still figuring it out." but soft is definitely not the word. "maybe don't do that funny little sprint in front of the girls you're actually into, though." .

a sharp inhale of breath as jude presses the band-aid to her cut, annoyance on naomi's features now because she's sure that was on purpose. but it's nothing compared to the way he cuts her off suddenly, hand on her chest like a physical barrier. she gasps, confusion evident on her features at first, brow furrowed together. he says her name, soft and low, and naomi wonders if he can feel the quickened beats of her heart beneath the palm of his hand – she'd just been joking around, but it's clear that she came too close, and something about that had spooked him. "what?" she laughs to cut the silence, grabbing jude's wrist so that she can move his hand off of her chest, "you thought i was going to kiss you or something? get real." but now she knows he was thinking about it. did he warn her to get her to stop, or was he trying to stop himself? naomi's aware that she might never know. nose scrunches curiously at the way he kisses the tip of her finger, like, that was fucking weird, but it occurs to her as he bristles and turns away that he regards her as trouble. he doesn't want to want her. fuck, that's amusing. so, she doesn't leave, hoisted onto the edge of the countertop instead, glancing over at him while he goes back to work. "where'd you learn to cook like this?"

[4dtk]

NCT DREAM: talking back to them and getting punished

anon: “hii ! can i have nct dream reaction to their s/o talk back to them and they doesnt happy with it and punish their s/o 🥺” hi love, sure i can. for this reaction, the boys takes up the dom role and the reader is fem, hope you don’t mind ^^

just for discretion, hate sex is hot and all but please talk out your problems and don’t solve it just by fucking 😭

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI!

→ MARK’s head tilts, and pleas one last time with something like “you don’t really mean that, right?” or something like that. when he gets your final word and you start to remove yourself from the argument he pulls you back. his eyes are darker, eyelids hooded. he’s intimidating!!!!! mark’s the kind to lose himself whenever he looks at you, ngl, but he knows his feelings aren’t alone and that you feel the heat and tension. i see him making you sit on his face and eating you out like no tomorrow. mark also gives off the no clothes humping vibe, where your pussy lips fit so perfectly on his curved dick and the friction makes your toes curl. the man is losing it, respectfully. imo, like i mentioned earlier, mark’s the one with the wavering dom role so he def forgets about the punishment halfway through and relishes in the way you feel around his cock.

“i want you to cum on my cock, baby, as much as i want it on my face,” mark says breathlessly, pulling away from your pussy. his hair is slick with sweat, having your thighs around his head for the past half n’ hour. you twitch as he places one last kiss on your clit, moving your ass backwards to finally get his dick in you.

"ah but," mark raises an eyebrow, "did i say now?" you're caught off guard when he forces your hips down on his exposed dick. the friction has you groaning, leaking even more now.

"move." he says. one word and you're moving your middle against the underside of his cock, your lips nicely fitted that it makes even mark moan out. the wet, filthy sounds fill the room and marks adds to your mewls. with a hand, he sneaks it behind you to play with your pussy, causing you to let out a choked whimper that has him smiling.

mark's grip on your hips tenses, eyes fluttering close in bliss when he sees the string of his pre-cum and your arousal connect each time you grind on his length, "atta girl, just like that. you'll be soaking the sheets once i'm done with you."

→ RENJUN tuts when you talk back to him, surprisingly calm when he looks you up and down. you done fucked up now bitch he’s going to ruin you!!! renjun’s movements are extremely slow, in fingering you, in licking your cunt, in pumping his cock in and out. its a punishment baby take it like it is he says! has a thing for blindfolds too, i feel, seeing the way your mouth opens to let out obscene moans that resonate throughout the room. RENJUN MAKES YOU SIT IN FRONT OF MIRROR 100%, “do you see my cock going in and out of you?” and he’s still going painfully slow that you try to rock your hips to get some kind of release.

“even when i’m punishing you, you still find a way to make a mistake,” renjun hums, eyeing you through the mirror as your fucked-out face is tilted back from the immense pleasure.

“darling, look at yourself, losing it over some cock,” renjun spits, delivering a particularly hard thrust that sends your body shaking. he takes your face with force, dipping a finger into your mouth which you suck on without hesitation.

“jun.... junnie, please go faster, please... i just-” you plead, locking eyes with renjun through your reflection. there’s a laugh coming from renjun, knowing you were in a long ride when he slips a blindfold on you. he loves his cock buried in you, but pulls out anyway and leaves you empty. 

a particularly loud moan leaves your lips as his tongue laps up your arousal from behind, hand stroking his shaft while your hands grab at the sheets in pleasure.

“keep looking at yourself, baby, look at how much of a slut you’re being.”

→ JENO tries to hold back like jaemin but his cool is easier to lose than the latter. jeno doesn’t hold back in giving you glares that translate exactly what he’s feeling. imo, he’s usually taken the back seat in your sex life, and is perfectly content with it, but one day he just sticks his hand up your skirt or whatever and fingers you in public!!! mans crazy luv!!! there’s something about you holding back your moans that turns him on so much. if it happens in the dorms? not prooooblem, he makes sure that everyone has their eyes focused on something, like a dream movies night before his hand inches up your thigh and you’re finally like “ohhh… this is why he’s been so passive aggressively polite since our argument” LOOL you’re biting on the cushion you were cuddling with head thrown back, silent pants spilling from your lips at how skilled jeno is with his fingers. everything after that is kept indoors, he likes the thrill but would rather deal with you privately.

the slam of the door makes you gasp, and the shove of your body against it makes you moan out accidentally. the glint in jeno’s eyes is mischievous, waving the hands that was just in your pussy in front of your face.

“that’s how wet you were, baby?” jeno hums, holding your stare like a champ as you try to not to wriggle in his grasp. jeno tsks, hovering them in front of your mouth, “suck.” you don’t lose any time, mouth immediately engulfing his digits to suck your juices off of him. a thigh’s situated in your middle, the other’s smile widening when he sees your attempts of getting off.

the feeling of your clothed core against his denim is sinful, yet so pleasure as your hips pick up the speed. it’s so much that your hand’s clutched around his bicep, nails digging into his skin at the friction. jeno moans at your vulnerable state, his other hand picking you up so he could at least sit down. the presence of a surface gives you more motivation to move, having a stable place to rest your knees on as you continued your humping, whimpering into jeno’s ears as he guides your hips with ease.

“you’re going to stay at this volume as i fuck you senseless. need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

→ HAECHAN is the meanest dom you could ever piss the fuck off. not afraid to let your sounds of pleasure reach the living room of the dorm (assuming he’s living with 127) that taeyong had to sit him down and reluctantly tell him to tone it down a little. arguments with haechan are trivial, sometimes about the littlest of things that piss you off as well because he’s so infuriating to convince/be on the same page as. you say one thing out of pocket once, and haechan is fuming inside because he knows it’s not true. orgasm denier, loves doing it to you. your sheets are soaked by the end of it, and god you haven’t even came yet!!!! what a bitch!!!! let y/n cum hyuck :/

“not so righteous right now, (y/n)?” haechan smirks, ignoring the glare you give him as you’re pinned under him. he revels in the rage you’re radiating, knowing he’ll make it all go away once his mouth’s on your pussy. you’re resisting him right until his lips are on your neck, sucking at the skin there. the whimpers that leave your mouth goes straight to haechan’s cock, but he has to hold it in until you learn your lesson.

“o..oh hyuck, fuck! please let me c-cum…!” haechan’s having the time of his life, licking up your slick as his fingers are pumping in and out of you, reading your body like a hawk. he knows when you’re reaching your end and denies another one from you, the thrashing around from you held down by his arm.

“let’s test you, hm?” haechan giggles, taking out his dick from the loose sweatpants he had on. with a few strokes, he holds back from plunging it into your begging hole, instead settling for teasing his tip around your entrance. your face opens up into a silent ‘o’, squirming from the pleasure of just the tip of his cock.

“pathetic,” haechan says before he loses it himself, pushing in his dick to feel the warmness of your walls hug him so snugly, “such a slut for my cock.”

→ JAEMIN doesn’t lose his cool right away, one of the nicer ones in the group i guess. he lets your attitude slide, but as the argument escalates he takes your wrist, dragging you straight to his room. the words he says are so sultry, but you don’t miss the anger behind his eyes. the way he punishes you is so sweet yet so terribly filthy, and he knows that you get off to it as well. i envision jaemin as a really sweet dom on the daily, but it switches whenever he has to put you in your place. from “that’s my good little girl” to “you’re just a filthy slut, aren’t you?” to rile him up this bad means you’re in a night of endless rounds LMAO good luck. nice enough to give you pleasure, but not changing his means of pleasuring you. 

“baby, you know what you’re doing, aren’t you? didn’t we leave the argument behind already?” jaemin coos, almost mockingly as he presses against your middle with his thigh. it’s pathetic in the way you grind up against it, desperate to find any form of fiction as he strips your lower half in no time.

“you only deserve my fingers, for now. not even my mouth, baby, sad, ain’t it?” jaemin grins, sinking one into your soaking hole. the sounds drive you insane, hips immediately buckling up from the contact.

for the next hour, he’s doing just that, hitting all the right spots in you with one, two, three fingers and nothing else. you’re whining for his mouth, for his mouth and anything, but it’s long before jaemin does any of those, focused on teaching you a lesson for testing his patience.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

The brothers’ reaction to MC wearing an occult symbol

Genre: angst?, fluff Warnings: Belphie’s has earlier lesson spoilers. Y’all know the one  A/N: Writing Satan’s reminds me that I want to write hcs or fics where the whole demon thing is more realistic. Ya know like they kill people and that sort of thing but n e ways-

Lucifer:

it only took him a second to get a weird vibe from you 

well, not actually you but an energy coming from you 

once he gets close enough to you, he starts to feel his skin crawl

he looks over your being before spotting a hidden chain disappearing into your shirt

“May I?” he asks, bringing his hand close to your neck and pointing at your hidden necklace

you look down in confusion before realizing what he’s referring to 

“Oh. Uh, yeah, sure,” you reply confusedly but agree nonetheless 

he hesitates for only a second before grasping the necklace and pulling it up

he clenches his jaw when the chain starts to burn him, his fingers quickly releasing it once the hidden pendant is on the outside of your shirt

your eyes widen in shock when you see his red fingers pull away from your neck, a frown coming to your face 

“Ah, just as I thought,” he says softly, staring down at your chest

you flush and look down, spotting your necklace for everyone to see 

“I’m not sure if you know this or not but that pendant is actually an occult symbol. It wards off demons and burns them when they touch it. It’s honestly probably a good idea to wear it until everyone gets used to your presence,” he informs before taking a step away from you 

you gently pick it up between your fingers, staring down at it with a frown

“Oh, okay,” you say softly

you didn’t like the thought of hurting anyone but he has a point. They’ve already explained to you that not all demons are friendly with humans, so some might try to attack you 

guess this pendant will be useful during your stay 

(don’t worry. You eventually take it off for Mr. Grumpy Pants)

Mammon:

he always gets uncomfortable being too close to you but not for the reasons you think 

this man is a SIMP, okay?

he wants to be near you 24/7 but physically finds it hard to do so 

it takes him a while to figure out why though 

one day, you wear a low-cut shirt and there lays a necklace around your neck 

of course, this man looks STRAIGHT at your chest because woughnwgwg exposed skin 

but then he notices the necklace 

do you always wear that?

“Heya, (Y/n). Do ya, uh, always wear that necklace?” he asks you after pondering on it for a while 

it would make sense as to why his skin always crawls and why he feels like he always has an itch he just can’t scratch 

you look down at the necklace and smile, picking it up between your delicate fingers

“Huh? Oh, yeah. It came with a Halloween costume I wore last year and I guess I liked it enough to always wear it,” you reply as you look down at it before letting it go 

he grunts and stares at it, trying to make it combust with his eyes alone 

“Do you think you could stop wearing it?” he asks softly

this makes your eyes widen, a small pout gracing your smooth lips 

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask quietly, disappointment filling your tone 

and, of course, Mammon panics 

“What? No! Well, kinda. Not for the reason ya think though! It’s jus that it’s an occult symbol, meaning it’s used to keep demons away,” he sputters out before eventually getting to his point 

at this, your face becomes crestfallen 

“Oh. That’s why you guys always seem so nervous and uncomfortable around me...” you mumble

before he can comfort you, you take it off and move to throw it away 

“I won’t ever wear it again then,” you promise with a warm smile 

Levi: 

he knew something was off about you but he wasn’t sure what it was until the TSL competition 

just like the others, he felt itchy and maybe even a little sick when he got too close to you 

but you were so nice! and pretty! and smart! 

he couldn’t help wanting to get to know you better

when the TSL competition happened though, he ended up being blinded by jealousy and attacked you 

he got close enough to grab you by your shirt 

the thing is, your necklace flew out of your shirt when he tugged you forward and it fell across his hand

he hisses and pulls away from you, looking down at the red lines now adorning his skin 

this calms him down a bit surprisingly

you, on the other hand, were still freaking out 

“I’m sorry! What just happened? Are you okay?” you ask as you gently cradle his injured hand 

he stares at you in confusion before it converts to awe 

he just attacked you and you’re still worried about him 

yeah, he’s in love 

when he doesn’t reply, Lucifer steps in 

“Your necklace caused the burn. It’s an occult symbol, meaning it wards demons away. Guess it worked in your favor just now.”

“I’m sorry,” Levi says quickly after Lucifer is done talking 

he then swears that you won’t need to wear it around him anymore, feeling guilty for attacking you 

Satan:

this smart demon knew what he was feeling right away 

he’s read enough books to know that you probably have some sort of occult symbol on you somewhere 

he doesn’t bring it up though 

he’d rather hangout around you and feel his skin crawl and for his skin to go ice cold than to have you take it off and risk you getting in danger with other demons 

not that he’d let that happen. He’d skin someone alive before letting them close enough to hurt you 

once you two start getting closer though, you notice that if you try to hold his hand or to cuddle into him on the couch while watching a movie, he flinches away from you 

it breaks your heart, really 

which he instantly notices and realizes he has to talk to you about before he loses you 

“Darling, can I see you in my room for a moment?” Satan calls to you as you walk past his room, your heart skipping a beat as the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease

once you enter, he asks that you close his door, which causes you to grow nervous and excited at the same time 

once the door is closed, he starts to explain the whole situation to you 

he can’t even finish his explanation before you’re ripping it off your neck and throwing it away into his trash bin

he chuckles as he stands, meeting you by his desk where you threw the necklace away 

he bends over to take it out of the trash, grunting when the necklace burns him 

before he can hand it back to you, you snatch it out of his hand

“Why would you do that?” you cry in despair, your free hand cradling his injured one 

he smiles at you and squeezes your hand while his free hand comes up to bring your head up 

“Because I still want you to wear it when you go out. It would just be nice to be closer to you without it, my love,” he coos, making you gulp at how close he is to you 

you nod your head though and place it in your pocket, noticing the goosebumps covering his arms 

“I’ll go put it away in my room and then we can cuddle,” you declare

Asmo:

bruh 

he notices it right away because of course he tries getting close to you right away 

he gets a foot away from you and that’s when he feels it 

he pouts as he stops his prowl towards you, trying to shake off the feeling of unease and nervousness

which is definitely a new feeling for him 

he backs away from you and finds that those odd feelings are slowly fading away from his body 

weird 

he doesn’t really understand what it is until much later

he kept his distance but still flirted like a madman

which apparently worked since you liked him 

so, when he decides to ignore the weird feeling and goes to kiss you one day, his hands gently rest on the side of your neck as he kisses you 

well, he didn’t actually get to kiss you seeing as the chain burns his hands and he pulls away with a sharp gasp 

you both stare down at his red hands in silence, trying to process what just happened 

before you can even react, one of his hands come back to your neck and snaps your necklace off of you 

“Asmo!” you screech, going to pull it out of his grip when he throws it across the room

as soon as it’s out of his hand, his hands gently clasp your cheeks before smashing his lips to yours 

after a spicy makeout session, he briefly explains what your necklace was before going back to kissing you 

Beel: 

my poor baby didn’t understand what was going on 🥺

he’d go to give you a hug or offer you some food and found it impossible to be close to you 

it upset him immensely 

my mans likes to show his affection physically AND verbally like a legend 

but he can’t get closer than a foot to you before he starts to feel a different kind of pit in his stomach 

it wasn’t until you came to one of his games that it all became clear what was going on 

he made the final point needed to win the game, all of his teammates knocking against his helmet and lightly shoving him 

when you came over though, they parted like the red sea for you 

you squeezed Beel into a hug and it felt perfect other than the weird feeling that comes over him 

he moves to wrap his arms around your shoulders, his body suddenly jolting away from yours

your eyes widen at him, your heart lurching up in your throat 

did you make him uncomfortable? But it seemed like he was going to hug you back? 

he grabs your hand and starts to drag you off the field and away from prying eyes  

you try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy from his hand holding yours 

once you two are alone, he lets you go, which causes the butterflies to instantly die

“(Y/n), do you think you could get rid of your necklace?” he asks nervously 

he’s afraid that he’s being too selfish by asking this of you 

your brows knit together in confusion, looking down at your necklace that you’ve been wearing for a couple of months now 

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask worriedly, bringing your hands up to touch it 

he explains what happens to him when he gets near it, his eyes shining with sadness 

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? Of course I can take it off,” you say as you go ahead and slip it off and place it in your pocket 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he reassures 

“I want to,” you reassure right back

Belphie:

so yeah, your necklace ended up saving your life 

when Belphie was released and turned out to be deceiving you this whole time, things went downwards really quickly 

when he moved to choke you, your necklace burned his hands

he pulled away in shock, giving his brothers time to jump in and save the day 

once everything was sorted out and he apologized, you two slowly became friends

he resented what he did and that necklace of yours

he’s sure that after what he did, you wouldn’t trust him enough to take off your necklace 

and for a while, it was true 

you would tense up around him, make excuses to leave, etc.

once you two got past that “hey, sorry I tried to kill you” stage though, things started smoothing out

when you two started to like each other though, he hated that necklace even more 

it got to a point where he wanted to cuddle and kiss you so bad but he didn’t have the confidence to ask you to take off the pendant 

luckily for him though, you took it off yourself 

“Where’s your necklace?” he asks curiously when you come up to hug him, his body instantly sensing the difference 

“I wanted to be able to hold you like this without you looking like you wanted to die,” you tease half playfully 

he blushes as he wraps his arms around you 

he never realized how transparent he was until now 

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Foolish Games Part 2

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A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

~~~~

“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

~~~~

“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

[ac3id]

Puppy Girl | 18+

pairings: dabi [ touya todoroki ] x female! reader. 

summary: dabi takes his puppy whore for a walk. 

warnings: pet play, public, humiliation, dubcon, sex toys. 

wordcount: 1.8k |

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It was starting to become a recurring event. He had promised you it would be a one-time thing but lately, he was pulling you to the park naked with him every other week.

 It was a simple bargain the first time. You listen to him and indulge in his deranged, lewd fantasies and he lets you live without a dog collar attached to your neck for a week. 

You were hesitant but the thought of being able to live as a decent human being with at least a small amount of respect even if it was just for a week; was tempting. 

Soon it became a currency. Months after months you’d spend your one day with him, totally humiliated and degraded just for the rest of the week to go by a little easy, and every time he would push your limits even further.

The very first time he took you outside with a leash attached to the collar around your neck was appalling. You were terrified, there was no speck of arousal within you. Dabi had guaranteed you’d find it hot, you just didn’t know before because you had never tried it. But honestly, showcasing your sexual adventures to the world was surely not your kink. It was his kink though, and you didn’t have a choice.

You and Dabi didn’t have the most organic relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that he had brought you to his home with a blindfold and zip lockers around your wrists, you could have at least tried to talk to him about this. You were just his pet. His cute, little, stupid puppy, too dumb to think for herself. No wonder you got caught by him. 

After the Hero-dominated society fell and Shigaraki took over, Dabi was quick to find you and take you away as his little captive. It made many headlines; Previously a brave Hero, now a slave to the evil Dabi.

You never read them though, he wouldn’t allow you any communication with the outside world. It was just the two of you. 

“Da-Touya please, I don’t want to go out like this,” he insisted you’d call him Touya, it was a beautiful name- his real name. It still shocked you, Dabi was the first son of Endeavour. The universe sure had its ways. 

“What’s wrong doll? You look pretty,” his slender fingers caressed your face. He was admiring your form; naked beside the pretty bondage belts wrapping your body, the nipple clamps pinching your hardened buds, the vibrator pushed deep within your cunt, vibrating at such a painfully dull pace, and the pretty tail butt plug buried deep in your asshole.

 With a pair of dog ears fitted over your head along with black thigh-highs decorating your legs, you looked perfect to him; ready to fuck, he dolled up his fucktoy beautifully.

“I don’t want to walk out like this,” you whined. He told you he was going to take his dog out of a walk earlier that day, stupid for you to expect it would be an actual dog.

“You don’t get to decide that, puppy,” he whispers, his nose touching yours his hands pet your head as you are an actual dog.

 “Just be good for me, like a good girl,” his voice drops, his tone gets deeper and serious. “Or do you want to get punished? I’ll send you to the timeout room,”

You freeze at the mention, you still remember the day as clear as yesterday. You were acting up, getting moody, and crying. Pushing him away and screaming at him, Dabi had the patience for a while, and then, later as punishment he let a nomu twice your size fuck you, destroy you. It was still fresh in your memories.

 “No, please-”

“Good girl.” he praises, kissing your lips lightly before tugging on your leash. He looks back at you one last time, watching your feet wobble as you try to walk with both your holes tightly stuffed. It was cute, he liked watching you suffer.

 His eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your thighs. He could never understand why but those stockings which you wore got him going.

 Shigaraki had suggested he should put those on you, he was reluctant at first knowing that his boss is far worse than him but in the end, he took the advice. And, God, he does not regret it. 

“C’mon cutie, walk faster.” he tugged on your leash again and you almost fell over, the vibe hitting a deep spot within you. You cry, drool escaping past your lips. “At this rate, we’ll reach the park after sunrise. Do you want everyone to see you like this?” 

It was currently 3 A.M. Too early or late for anyone to be outside their houses, it was the perfect time for Dabi to his whore out for a walk.

 “We are going to be walking?” you ask in shock, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to make till there without blacking out. “Yes, we are puppy.” he hummed and with a smirk, he pulled on your leash again. 

The walk to the park wasn’t long, barely five minutes but since you were dressed like a slut- no. Not even a whore would let a man do this to her, even a whore would have more dignity than you. You stumbled, the vibrations turning extreme as Dabi messed with the controller. 

“Keep walking,” he commanded.

 “If you fall, I'm not letting you up. You’ll have to walk on all fours like the bitch you are,” Rude remarks from Dabi were nothing uncommon, he lived to degrade you but what haunted you was the way he said them.

 He did not hide how he felt, his face displaying his exact expression. He was always smirking or smiling while talking down to you, he thought it was funny. The ever-persistent smirk still lasted on his face as he watched you try your best not to fall with the vibe fucking your cunt unforgivingly. 

You follow behind him, your thighs pressed together trying to ride out the overwhelming pleasure. Dabi hums the tune of some familiar song that you can’t figure out in your current state. 

Your clench around the butt plug, the stretch still burning in your rear. Moans and whimpers fill the silent night as you lose yourself, the air is warm. It’s summer still, everything around you is silent and dark.

“You might want to keep your voice down.” Dabi starts, his eyes scan a bench. He’s thinking of fucking you on it. Despite the countless times both of you have gone out like this, Dabi has asked for nothing more than a blowjob. But today, he is feeling brave, and besides, your moaning, whimpering, and those cuteass ears and tail have got him going. 

“What if someone sees you here like this, do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are? Walking around naked at a park like this, do you want them to know you have no shame?” 

Instead of answering you cry. You cry while cumming, the overwhelming pressure which kept building in your abdomen finally bursting. Dabi looks back at you, disappointment was written all over his face. He watches your juices drip down your thighs as you lewdly moan. He clicks his tongue,

“Didn’t I tell you something about cumming without my permission?” He did, a long time ago. You don’t even remember, “‘m sorry,” you cry in a small voice. He glares at you, his blue eyes dancing with furious flames. 

You feel small under his stare, “That’s no good.” He growls 

In a swift motion, he pulls your leash, dragging you next to him. He pushes you on the bench, your naked body hits the slightly cooler seat making you shiver. Dabi feels his jeans tighten when he watches you fall on the bench, displaying your pretty ass to him. Your cute, little tail sticks out between your ass making him groan. 

You turn your head around to Dabi and see him staring at your ass. Taking this as your chance you quickly apologize. 

“I’m so sorry, Touya. I didn- Ah” you get cut off with a slap to your ass. “Dogs don’t talk. Bark for me,” 

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, was he serious? By the look of his face, you could tell he was joking, but there was no way you were actually going to bark for him. Another slap falls behind you shutting you up. 

“Bark.” His voice dark, filled with authority and dominance does make you feel like his little. A tingle of pleasure travels down your spine and in a weak, timid voice you start barking for him. Your cries are quiet and soft, you don’t want to be heard by anyone and the last shreds of your dignity don’t let you raise your voice any higher. 

“What’s that? Are you a puppy? Quit barking like a girl,” Dabi scoffs at his own joke. 

You feel the buzz come back, the vibration which had paused singing back to life. You squirm on the desk, the position you stayed propped against the wooden seat uncomfortable. 

Dabi picks you up and places you on his lap, his lips pressing against your neck leaving butterfly kisses and his hands wrapped around your waist he makes you sit through your second orgasm. 

“These look needy,” his finger inches towards your hardened nipples clamped between the metal. They stand stiff and ready to be played with. He rubs over the buds causing you to moan out loud. Dabi chuckles. 

“Keep barking, baby. You’re a greedy, little puppy with an even greedier, little cunt.” He chuckles in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe. 

You feel yourself reaching closer, the vibe resting tightly clenched between your velvety walls brings you towards your edge. 

“You close, baby?” he pets over your head while his hand travels down your navel. He cups your pussy, his fingers playing with your slit. 

“Woof.”

He laughs, he is not oblivious to the fact about how pathetic this makes both of you look but he 

can’t help it. 

It makes his dick hard. 

His fingers graze along your dripping cunt before settling on your stiff, little pearl. He flicks your cute clit and you cry. Your insides clenching and your mind going crazy, Dabi keeps rubbing onto your clit until you cum.

You let out a loud moan as you feel slick running down your legs. The pressure finally bursts and you see heaven. Dabi still holds you close to him, wrapping his arms around you dearly. 

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, puppy?” he rasps in your ear and you freeze. The state of ecstasy that you had found yourself in, finally fading away. You open your mouth to speak but Dabi shuts you up by shoving his fingers into your mouth. 

“You’re being a little bratty these days, it’s time we let you in ‘timeout’, right?” 

Your face pales and stomach. 

You cry for forgiveness hoping Dabi would reconsider but we all know, he doesn’t give second chances. 

[checkingoutforheroes]

B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL.

Part 1.

Avengers x fem!reader

Pt. 2

Genre: Minor angst, more fluff.

Warning: Language! (cursing here & there)

Words: 1746

Synopsis: This takes place in Avengers: Age of Ultron. When The Avengers were at the rock bottom, Nick Fury and advised by Maria Hill, to initiate the B.A.B.Y Protocol. 

Main MASTERLIST

The Avengers gather in the lab after one of an ugly half made robot command a few of the Legionaries to attack them. Currently they are finding out about what or who attacked them. Some of them cleaning their wounds and Thor going out to track the Legionaries. Bruce the only one who starts first. “All of our work is gone. Ultron cleared out every research that we do. He uses internet as an escape route.” Natasha turns and lean her body to a table to say what she’s found. “He’s been in everything. Fails, surveillances. Probably know about us more than we know about each other.”

Holding his right wounded arm, Rhody said “He’s in the internet, he’s in your files. What if he decides to access to something a little more exciting?” By that, Maria has thought something. “Nuclear code.” Natasha looking at them “Nukes? He said he wanted us dead.” Steve interrupt her “He didn’t say dead. He said extinct.” “He said he killed somebody.” Clint said but Maria ask back. “But no one else in the building.” Their conversations cut by Tony. “Yes there was.” He displays JARVIS damaged simulator form and all went silent except Bruce, he checks on JARVIS.

Thor come in angry and straight to choke Tony. Being choke, Tony try talk to Thor “Come one. Use your words buddy.” Thor lift him up a few inch above the floor. “I have more than enough words with you Stark.” Steve walks closer, breaking them. “Thor. The Legionaries?” Thor update them about the Legionaries have the scepter and they have to retrieve it again. For the first time after the attack, Dr. Chow speaks. “You build this program. Why he’s trying to kill us?” Tony just laugh at that question and Bruce disagree. “Tony, this might not be the time to-“ Tony cut his sentences. “Really?! Bruce. We didn’t create a murder bot. Remember New York?” Everyone move their head down facing the floor remembering that event and Tony continue. “A hostile army of aliens charging through a hole in space. We’re standing 300 feet below it. We’re The Avengers. We can bust arms dealer all day but that up there, that’s, that’s the endgame. How do you guys planning on beating that?” Steve looking at him “Together.” “We’ll lose.” Tony say and Steve still with his answer “And we’ll do that together too.” He looks at everyone and gives the order. “Thor’s right. Ultron trying to draw us out. We start tonight. Do whatever you can to find him. The world is a big place, make it smaller.” Maria stand from her chair. “I’ll escort Dr. Chow to airport. I’ll see you guys in the afternoon.” They all nods and both of them walks out of the lab.

 Next morning.

A young girl wearing her café’s uniform walking with a headphone on her head. While walking, she notices a guy snatches a bag from a lady. That lady screaming asking for help while her baby crying to see her mother in terror from across the street. You bring down your headphone and chase that guy. Thanks for your training, you almost keep up that guy until he stuck in an ally, nowhere to go.

“You wanna give me the bag or I’ll take it from you?” You said. Looks like he’s stuck.

“Fast legs.” He said.

“I had trained before.”

“I’m not a bad guy.”

             “Well, good guys don’t snatch a bag from people especially in front of their baby! You gave me the wrong impression though. Now, give me the bag and go.”

             “I’d like to see you take it.” “You asked for it dude.” You move forward and fight him hand to hand combat. Actually, you are a bit surprise by his technique. He’s not so bad but you have been train by a professional back in the academy.

You’ve been caught one day and some guy wear uniform took you somewhere. You thought it was a juvenile school because you are just 15 that time. Turns out it was S.H.I.E.L.D. They gave you test by test and found out that you good at combat and a little bit good at common sense. After you graduated, work job by job. Gang to gang. Mob to mob. You can’t do that kind of job anymore. You want to be good and yes, you did stop working with the dark. You washed your hands and works at Donut Do It. It’s not your vibe but it is fine for your fresh start. After you slap that guy, you hear a woman voice call your name that has been long unspoken by anyone including you.

 “Baby.” A woman called.

             “Normal people doesn’t know that name.” You said while choking that guy.

She said “Maybe because you’re not a normal girl.”

             “What do you want Maria?” You ask that woman.

You immediately know who he is. Fury. “Oh God, not you too. Okay, for the record, honestly, I haven’t commit any crime that violated the laws.”

“You.” A deep voice man said.

You can hear Maria smirk when she asks you “Are you sure about that?” “…today. You didn’t let me finish. I didn’t commit any crime, today.” You said. Fury tell you to let that guy go and you look at that guy “You’re with them?” He tries to answer even you’re still choking him. “Y.. YE.. Yes!” You release him and slap him real hard right across his face. “That’s for wasting my time. Fuck off.”

Fury look disbelievingly at you. “Was that necessary?” You look back at him “What? Caressing lightly on his soft cheek?” Maria interject “That’s the opposite of what you did.” You try again just to tease her. “Okay. I, tap his soft cheek?” Maria raise an eyebrow at you “Try again.” You surrender. “Fine. I just 180-degree angle slapped him. He’s a trained agent for God sake. He’ll be fine.” You turn around about to walk back to your work place and Fury stop you.

“And where do you think you’re going young lady?” He asks you.

             You turning back. “ Work. Turns out I have a job now papa bear. Thanks for the recommendation letter though. Now, will you excuse me, I have go to work. Hope to never see you two again. Babai.” Again, Fury stops you. “You are not going to that Donut Do It.” You tilt your head to him. “I told you I work there and I’m going. If you two want donut, you know where to find it. Mention my name and you’ll get 30% discounts.” Maria’s face changes when she talks this time. “This is serious and urgent, Baby.”

“We are gathering as many as best agents that we have, and you are one of the best, Baby. Come with us and we’ll brief you.” Fury said and you stop him from saying any further. “Look, I’m gonna stop you right here papa Bear. That is where you are wrong. Aren’t you guys seen my record? I know what good is but I’m far away from good. There is still red blood stain painted on my hands that I could never leave. Even if I wash it thousands time, it won’t come off. What makes you think I’ll do it?” You feel your left chest aching but you ignore it.

Maria answers you. “Because everyone deserves a chance to be and do good. To start over. Yes, you can’t wash that much blood on our hands but this is the chance for you to do something good in your life. A do-over. You actually do something good after the academy. Take out those mobsters down, those gangs. You went inside to get the intel and you burn them to the ground and made those cities safe. Then, you just proof us again just now by caught that robber.”

             You huff and look down on your feet. “You set that up.”

Maria look at you. “But you didn’t know that. Yes, Baby. We’ve seen your record. Detail. You are far away from where you are before the academy. Or after. I mean you did killed people.” You crunch your eyebrows at her “Hey!” Fury turn to talk. “Help us this time. After that, it’s all up to you. We are no longer bugging you. You are no longer in our record. I’m not wasting my time coming here if we don’t need you.” “I thought you miss me.” Fury huff and talk to Maria “I’ll wait in the car.”

             “He never begging. That kind of begging, what he did. Is it that bad?” I ask Maria and she nod with worry face. “Earth level threat. That’s all I can say right now. Come with us to tower and we tell you more.” You let out a long sigh. “Me? Out of all agents, me?” Maria walk closer to you. “Please Baby.” You’re now messing with her. “It Earth level threat and you want a baby to involve? What kind of adult are you? Put a cute baby in danger like that. Unbelievable.” She smiles more than earlier. “The kind of person that will make sure there will be chicken drumets and spaghetti carbonara every day for your meal.”  You silently look at her and playfully sigh and she knows you better. “Caramel pudding and fluffy pillow too.” The ache in your chest getting hard to ignore now. You ask Maria some time and turn back from her. You bending, breathing like your doctor teach you and massage your chest a little. Must be from running earlier.

“Hey, are you okay?” Maria ask, worry if you are sick, but yes you are sick.

             “Yeah. Just shock. Did you say fluffy pillow? You ask her, not wanting to let her know first. They need your help, that’s what you are going to do. Help as much as you can. She let out a giggles and wrap her arm around your neck. “Yeah, you are coming with us, like it or not.” You both walk toward their car where Fury is waiting. “How many pillow though?”

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Thank you for spending your time reading this. Feel free to reblog or ask me anything, thank you in advance!

Part 2 is coming!!

[illuminatedquill]

Nevertheless, Episode 9

More Thoughts/Analysis

“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”

- E.A. Bucchianeri

Jae Eon’s Self Sabotage

Chekov’s Gun is the dramatic principle that details within a story will contribute to the overall narrative. You might have heard of this before in its simplest form: if there is a gun shown in Act 1, it absolutely must go off in Act 2 or 3. In episode 9 of Nevertheless, we have this scene right at the beginning:

Yes, that scene. Park Jae Eon sees Yang Do Hyeok standing off to the side as he waits outside Na Bi’s apartment to retrieve his stuff. Na Bi doesn’t know Do Hyeok is nearby. Jae Eon makes the calculation in his head and manipulates his way inside Na Bi’s apartment, knowing exactly what it looks like to Do Hyeok. It’s petty revenge for seeing Na Bi and Do Hyeok together on campus from earlier.

This is the gun. And it backfires on Jae Eon big time. Throughout the entire episode, his acts of sincerity towards Na Bi seem genuine and heartfelt, yet his action in that one scene undermines anything he attempts. It doesn’t work; to his mounting frustration, Na Bi and Do Hyeok continue to talk and meet as if nothing happened.

(We know that’s not the case as seen from Do Hyeok’s alone time but I’ll talk about that later in this post.)

It’s a ticking time bomb and it goes off at last in the rain scene. Nothing is working for him. He is desperate not to lose Na Bi. And he goes off in a drunken rage on Na Bi after she returns home on that fateful rainy night.

And he loses her. The gun goes off. Everything sincere he did turns rotten in Na Bi’s eyes after he reveals his actions. Actions have consequences, always rippling forward and affecting change in moments not yet experienced. He ruined his chances because of his petty cruelty towards Do Hyeok in the beginning. His sincerity only extended towards Na Bi and it was only to get her attention once more.

Jae Eon lost. Not so much to Do Hyeok, as he lost to Na Bi, who cares about him deeply. He underestimated her feelings towards Do Hyeok, assuming, like so many other viewers, that he was an an irritating distraction that refused to go away.

He can’t fathom why Do Hyeok still seems to like Na Bi after seeing them enter her apartment together. Is he really that incredible a person? What makes him so special?

Well, let’s talk about it.

Do Hyeok’s Crisis Playbook

We see from Do Hyeok’s time alone after his initial visit to Seoul that he is taking it pretty hard; I can’t really blame him, considering what he saw that night. His struggle is open, honest, and raw; like Na Bi, it affects him to the point that he can’t focus on his work (anyone seem to notice that Jae Eon’s work never seems to be affected by his feelings?).

It’s jealousy and insecurity eating away at him. Just like Jae Eon. He’s also desperate not to lose Na Bi but doesn’t want to do anything untoward or overboard because he’s afraid of ruining their friendship. Once again, his consideration is for Na Bi and how she feels, but he cannot ignore what he saw and how he feels about it.

So, what is our favorite Potato Boy to do? Park Jae Eon already made his move by staging that whole scene of him and Na Bi going into her apartment together. How does Do Hyeok fight back? What’s his playbook in this time of crisis?

He doesn’t fight back. And that’s how he stays in the game. Do Hyeok is not a player like Jae Eon; there isn’t a manipulative or deceptive bone in his body. Do Hyeok does what he always does and doubles down on his sincerity, on the strength of his feelings, and his faith in Na Bi.

Do Hyeok doesn’t play the game Jae Eon tries to involve him in. He always lays it all out on the table with Na Bi so there is no room for misunderstandings. That’s one of the reasons why their relationship works so well; they talk more. Not just about feelings or romance but about school or their day to day life. What they’re building now is something that can last a lifetime.

So he talks to her about it. And admits his jealousy. She wasn’t even aware that he had seen them and yet it sounds like he’s the one who is apologizing (even though he never let his hurt feelings show in his conversations with Na Bi, DO HYEOK YOU ARE TOO GOOD). He lays himself bare to her once more. We don’t see Na Bi’s response other than her shocked and guilty expression, which is annoying because it would definitely be interesting to see how she reciprocated his frankness.

(Underrated super cute scene between them in this episode; when they meet up at night and bring drinks for each other. It’s even the exact same drink. I was grinning like a maniac.)

But Na Bi is familiar with Jae Eon’s game. And when she finds out how badly Do Hyeok was hurt by Jae Eon’s actions (and how he involved her in it) Na Bi finally is snapped to her senses and severs the thread still binding her and Jae Eon together.

Na Bi’s choice isn’t shown as a redemptive or heroic moment. It never was supposed to be. Although I’m sure a lot of us were cheering in that moment, her moments of unrestrained grief alone afterwards are the sobering reality that love, as always, comes with a price.

Nabi’s Choice (The Review)

This is a follow up to my earlier post before episode 9 came out. So, now we see what Na Bi decides and, maybe, how it will all play out in the next episode (barring any last minute twists).

First, let’s address the still ongoing criticism I see regarding Na Bi and Do Hyeok’s relationship: lack of passion, no romantic vibes, blah blah blah. I wrote at length in a previous post why that isn’t true - at least on Do Hyeok’s part (one of the reasons why we don’t get internal monologue from Do Hyeok is because what else is he thinking about other than Na Bi?).

Na Bi, on the other hand, is still ambivalent about her feelings towards Do Hyeok. Episode 9 provided more clarity for her stance towards Jae Eon - he’s the dog shit she stepped on and was promptly wiped away in the grass - but Do Hyeok is still a mystery. Yes, she’s friendly, she cares, and genuinely enjoys being with him but the spice, the passion is missing. And that is kinda important for a romantic relationship.

Well. Look no more. Na Bi has spice for Do a Hyeok and it shows not once, but twice this episode. Where’s the passion? Jae Eon fucked around and found out. Very kind of him. Turns out Na Bi, like all of us who like Do Hyeok, will not tolerate any Do Hyeok slander and I am 100 PERCENT here for it.

There’s a scene shortly before the climatic rain fight where Na Bi is having another meeting with her assistants: the junior (does he have a name? Jin-su?) and Jae Eon. The junior talks to Na Bi about her and Park Jae Eon: the usual tired gossip of whether or not they’re dating. Na Bi waves it away like dandelion fluff.

And then the junior mentions Do Hyeok. “What about the noodle shop guy? Ever since the camp meeting, people have been saying there’s a higher chance you’re dating him.”

And Na Bi just . . . we’ve never seen this from her before, even when she broke up with Jae Eon in episode 5. Her whole demeanor turns ice cold and her voice is wicked sharp as she proceeds to shut down that avenue of questioning. The junior physically leans back from the force of her anger and wonders aloud why she’s so upset (you’re talking about her love life as gossip, idiot, why do you think she’s so upset). Jae Eon walks in and doesn’t see the foreshadowing; he just hears Do Hyeok and it feeds his jealousy.

There it is, everybody. Evidence of Na Bi’s feelings for Do Hyeok and what he means to her. Her protectiveness over him and her refusal to let him be involved in the drama surrounding herself and Jae Eon. Her desire to be the better around him; not because he asks (and he would never) but because his feelings for her make her think she might be worthy of such a love.

And then there’s the rain scene. Na Bi and Jae Eon, vulnerable in the rain. Na Bi admits to her faults in the relationship, how she brought this upon herself. No, she hasn’t been nice or good this whole time; in fact, she’s been kind of terrible. But Jae Eon revealing what he did and how it was to hurt Do Hyeok wakes her up and convinces that the time has come to end this “game”. It got Do Hyeok hurt because of her inability to end it with Jae Eon and good people don’t let that happen to people they care about.

So Na Bi ends it with Jae Eon and chooses herself. At last. And to do so, she has to cut out this malignant tumor of a relationship and, God, does it hurt so much to end it, but she gets it done and takes the first step to being a better person for herself.

The cinematography in this drama is top tier and we see her situation presented so viscerally. She’s alone, in the light, but it’s not a warm, redemptive light; it has a sickly, yellow tint and is surrounded by darkness.

But she’s still there. She still made it.

One Last Observation, I Promise

Last thing I noticed from this episode that I want to talk about: the professor’s critique of Na Bi. She specifically mentions that a good artist can inspire others and Na Bi, whether she realizes it or not, actually does do that.

Na Bi helps Do Hyeok with his videos, giving advice that helps boost their popularity and making them better.

Jae Eon is inspired to make the butterfly bracelet for Na Bi and gifts it to her.

The difference between the two? Do Hyeok actually thanks Na Bi for her help and points out that it was her influence that made his videos better.

Jae Eon obviously means his gesture to be romantic and sincere but he again fails to talk about why he’s doing it. The implication is there but Na Bi needs more than some vague nonsense.

Communication is at the heart of this episode and how, without it, relationships stagnate and fail. Bit Na + Gyu Hyun and Soljiwan couple - their relationships only progress because the couples voice their concerns and fears to one another. And instead of being rejected or being hurt, it allows their partners to reassure them and move forward with their relationship.

Why do Na Bi and Jae Eon fail? They. Don’t. Talk. Na Bi is stuck inside her head and Jae Eon relies on vague gestures and sexual chemistry to express himself.

Why do Na Bi and Do Hyeok succeed? Because they talk. About everything. Their dialogue is clear and honest and sincere without any hidden meanings or motives. And you see why Na Bi is rapidly moving more and more towards Do Hyeok and not Jae Eon.

(The preview does raise some questions about how it will all end but I don’t think the show is going to pull a bait and switch and have Na Bi end up with Jae Eon. I also don’t think it’s likely they’ll have an open ending, either. I’ll talk about that in another post.)

My next post will be what I envision to be the best version of a Na Bi and Do Hyeok endgame and what I mean by that since Na Bi shouldn’t be dating anyone right now. So, look forward to that.

Until next time, everybody. Thanks for reading this long ass post. Hope you enjoyed it.

[tigerdrop]

in lieu of doing more strenuous hand-based activities heres the Dogboy Gordon In Heat Megamix ive been talking about. i wrote this over the course of a couple months in an effort to feel okay about writing horny shit again and i only just realized there are nearly 6 thousand words here. and they only really fuck for like 10% of that

ta-dah

ive thought a lot about gordon being stuck back at gordonhouse after getting kicked out of barneyhouse. i think its ripe for a lot of pining. (and yes, he is pining over the guy hes actively banging. hes being a big mopey idiot over the fact that he doesnt get to have his fuckbuddy around 24/7.) absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever and gordons already at a baseline of "wheres benrey. wheres benrey"......and now i am about to turn it up to 11

so lets say......gordons starting to feel weirdly under the weather. sweaty and irritable and tired. hes holing himself up in his room a lot, wrapping himself up in blankets to fight off a chill and a sniffliness that wont go away. and hes gettin awfully moody, too. real fuckin testy. starting shit with freemind for no reason and snapping at og gordon like hes a teenager. and......hes nesting, almost, or at least, gathering up a whole bunch of blankets and pillows and anything that smells vaguely like benrey. (hes not really aware hes doing this last thing.)

basically, long story short, feetman is fucked up. hes pathetic. hes being a huge bitch. at least og gordon feels vaguely sorry for him, and expresses this by way of observing him and trying to treat it. for science. its better than freemind, who just loudly complains about him being a huge bitch and reeking up the place. theres something weird coming from vr gordons corner of the house.....a musky, heady, hormonal kind of thing that makes freemind act simultaneously territorial and irritable and more lascivious than normal. and that also piques og gordons attention, because having both of them be wound up little freaks at the same time is enough to make even the most resilient person pull their hair out

now gordon primes got his suspicions as to whats going on, but hes not gonna tell vr gordon that he suspects hes going into heat. that would compromise the experiment, and all that. so poor gordons just going thru all this shit not knowing what in the fuck is wrong with him and getting more worked up and irritable about it by the day. hes convinced that hes just got the flu, or something......except, uh, haha, jesus christ he is horny all the FUCKING TIME

he doesnt get it! he feels like shit all the time, so why is he constantly fighting off boners and having weird wet dreams and thinking about-- well. his fucking boyfriend, he guesses. (are they boyfriends?? he doesnt know. he gets a weird, sharp pang when he thinks about them not being boyfriends, at this point, but its not like theyve ever talked about it!) gordons half-convinced that hes just losing his mind from being stuck inside all the time and he really just wants to see benrey again. its, like, all he thinks about. (see? hes losing it. theres the proof.)

the sucks thing for everybody else is that gordon is also Extremely Vocal about how shitty he feels and how much he wishes he didnt feel shitty so he could go see benrey and how much he cant stand benrey for not being able to read his mind and come over when he feels bad. eventually freemind gets so sick of his shit that he decides to cut out the middleman and get benrey involved directly. "come take care of your fucking dog before i call the aspca! animal neglect is a crime, asshole!"

(if pressed, freemind would adamantly reject the idea that hes being nice to gordon. but on some level, hes kinda sympathetic. the guys clearly miserable, and he just keeps asking for the same fucking thing. might as well humor him to shut him up.)

vr gordon is completely unaware of these machinations, however. hes just holed up in his room trying to work out what makes him feel better because, uhh, powerade isnt helping

jacking off doesnt do a whole lot for him anymore. like, it feels good, but its not very satisfying. gordon just ends up feeling more restless than anything afterward. and hes always stupid horny. more blankets. a box fan. less blankets. sleeping with one of benreys shirts pressed up to his face. grinding into his pillow when he wakes up hard from yet another weird dream. theyre all a little helpful, and he feels like hes working towards the right thing, somehow, but its never really enough to take the edge off

and then.....he tries......jerking off more. especially when he realizes that its bizarrely soothing to do so while he can smell benrey up close and personal on that stupid shirt of his. better still when he rolls onto his side.....and then his stomach.......rocking his hips into the mattress until he gets the idea to lift his hips a little. and......oh. cool. something kind of......clicks. in his head. as he raises his hips higher while he keeps his arms wrapped around a pillow and benreys shirt jammed against his nose. hes got that lil moment of realization that this is good, actually. this feels like a good move. and its making some of that discomfort melt away

and gordon thinks about.....how it felt. earlier. when they were with barmey. and benrey had him just like this, ass up, face down, and was spreading him apart and licking him open and making him submit and he groans so fucking hard that embarassment just rips through him like lightning. but his tail starting to wag a little faster.....electricity shooting through his belly......and he cant help but wonder. what if benrey had kept going? pulled back and-- maybe, replaced his tongue with his fingers, one at a time, curling them inside him and telling him how well hes behaving and-- and his dick throbs, hard, and gordon realizes he wants fingers inside of himself right fucking now, thank you, hes not fully certain how to accomplish it be he is going to fucking try

(sigh) so my guy figures out about the old fingers in the ass trick. and i need you to understand that i am fully convinced that this is one of those guys who has an uproarious reaction to getting fingers in his ass. mr repressed and uptight over here doesnt really get what the big deal is until he gets braver and pushes a little deeper and hes rock hard in an instant, goodbye, just like everybodys favorite creative writing exercise

and this is what he decides to do for a solid day or two without leaving his room, because, honestly, this is awesome. and the longer he spends jerking off the less time he spends stressing about the fact that his imaginations getting really vivid, here. sure, like, hes no stranger to weird dreams even before this, but this is the first time hes really letting his mind run wild and this dude is nonstop thinking about being bred and gordon still has no fucking idea that hes in heat. doesnt even occur to him

unfortunately this also does not solve his problems but at least it feels baller and it keeps him occupied. also, unfortunately, the increased rate of jerking off is causing a serious uptick in Dog Smells, the effect of which is turning freemind into a nightmare. its just not good vibes in this house. enter: benrey

now i need you to understand that when these two meet up again i want gordon to get Emotional. think about how genuinely excited he gets to see some of his pals in canon. the like......excitement and disbelief when benrey shows up outside his window throwing rocks at it before noclipping in. he forgets to even act pissed off at first. i think it would be super fucking cute for him to drop the game for a moment just out of shock, basically. his tails waggin, his ears are perked up, and hed probably tackle benrey to the ground if he wasnt also a sweaty, trembling mess whos been holed up in his room for days.

and benrey has No Fucking Idea what he has walked in on here. as far as benrey knows, freemind just demanded he get over there and take care of his dog.

(INTERLUDE: here is the part where i gin up a freemind POV of this exact scene. b/c i am out of my fucking mind

so. i had the thought of a freemind POV chapter where hes spying on gordon and benrey.....because. gordons in heat. ive talked about that scenario before too (literally so many FUCKING times okay i just need this dude to have the uncontrollable urge to be bred like a little bitch! and for benrey to take pity on him and make him feel better by nutting in him literally as many times as is physically possible!!!)

but i wanna manifest it in this specific way: from an outside perspective. voyeurism is great and also i have a one track mind and basically the only time i traffic in Other Guys in this fandom anymore is as a participant in gordon and benreys horse shit. Im not apologizing for this

lets say.....vr gordons behavior has been getting worse and worse for "unknown reasons" and freeman prime just sees it as a key observational opportunity for his research. while freeminds getting really irritated at how much its cutting into his normal way of life. for one thing, vr gordons room reeks, and he cant even escape it in his own room! and its turning him into a feisty, aggressive, and loud son of a bitch. but he cant even resolve it in his usual fashion at this point (baiting vr gordon into another competition/fuckfest) b/c gordons being a little sadsack holed up in his room and doesnt wanna play

but also.....he kinda just feels bad for the guy at a certain point. hes clearly really miserable and looks downright ill and all hes asking for is to see his boytoy again. (gordons convinced that hes dying, and feels the need to dramatically speak to benrey one last time before he croaks.) so freemind decides, in all his benevolence, to go over gordon primes head and drag the guy over there anyway. (with machinations, not his literal bare hands. what is he, a caveman?) he reasons that itll be a good opportunity to twist gordons arm into groveling at his feet later

and he spies on the two of them in gordons room.....why? idk. possibly something to do with investigating this relationship between a gordon and a barney that he had yet to fully analyze. tl;dr he gets trapped in their closet for a remix of that one barmey voyeurism chapter b/c why the fuck not

i just.....i dont know.....i think theres something really charming about a 3rd party not being able to fully make out what theyre saying or doing but piecing things together anyway.....like benreys weirdly soft tone of voice when hes talking to a super agitated gordon. as far as any of them know, hes not really like that. he either sounds bored or smug, but either way, its usually straight-up antagonistic

it would make freemind bristle to hear it b/c its almost a mocking tone, but.....it makes gordons shoulders drop and gets him to let go of some of that tension and thats probably fascinating to watch. literally soothing him like a stressed out dog, huh. smoothing back his hair and murmuring things in a low, even tone that freeminds enhanced hearing still isnt good enough to make out. (the guy mumbles, okay? he needs a fucking toastmasters meetup.)

it would equal parts horrify and fascinate freemind, in my onion. watching a version of himself fall that hard into the loyal pet role.....its pathetic! for all that gordon goes on about not being a slave to his instinct or whatever, he sure is doing a bad job of acting like it! its like watching himself, but worse.

and benreys having to soothe him like a startled animal b/c he doesnt even know whats wrong with himself, but theres something thick enough on the air that even benrey can smell it, and hes taking some stabs at the dark. especially with how charged some of the shit gordons saying is......"i cant fucking take it anymore", "you smell so good", "i dont know whats wrong with me, man, my dick hasnt gone down for days and im pretty sure i need a doctor-- no, a real one, not the other gor-- NOT a vet, JESUS"

and the whole time.....freeminds peeking from behind a closet door. watching them devolve from outright hostility into "gordon climbing into benreys lap and shoving one of benreys hands up his shirt and demanding that he fucking touch him already"

normally i dont think freemind would be averse to a little bit of voyeurism, here. if it was anybody else, hed probably at least engage in a little heavy petting. but this is getting weird, man. he cant shake the uncanny feeling that this is something too intimate for him to be watching. for one thing, gordons whimpering like a goddamn dog just from a little necking, and for two, hes never really been the kind of guy to watch people make out for 15 minutes before they get to the good stuff

its just kind of unsettling how much these two clearly really, really like each other at this point. its not like watching gordon prime give vr gordon a handjob as part of a "test". freemind expected more of a hatefuck kind of deal out of these two, what with how often gordons normally going on about how much he hates the guy, what a pain in the ass benrey is, how he just wishes benrey would stop jerking him around.....etc. freemind could shit himself right now. that lying bitch!

i imagine its also kind of painful, on a personal level, for him to watch this borderline-sappy shit. he cant even fathom being on the receiving end of that behavior, let alone from......well. theyve all got their barneys, right? and gordon primes basically doomed himself to incel status b/c he wont nut up and do anything about it. freemind just assumed they were all in the same boat: cursed to casual sex with their roommates/clones, forever, and unable to achieve any kind of intimacy b/c all 3 gordons are fucked up in the exact same way. since theyre all just diff flavors of the same fucking guy, right?

well, theres the evidence that hes wrong. and that vr gordons better than him, somehow. thats gotta suck, bro

anyway then he watches vr gordon get railed in the ass a bunch and jerks off anyway b/c its still hot. see ya)

“take care of your dog”. huh. hes got no clue what that means but, yknow, he does kinda miss his dog. hasnt seen gordon in awhile. and he immediately comments "wow. you look fucked up" in as blunt and unsympathetic a way as possible. but gordons so far gone that he cant even work up a good anger about it. he is pretty fucked up, man. and benrey sits on the bed and slaps his forehead with a palm to take his temperature (and that gets gordon to bitch at him, finally, that thats not how you do it, asshole) and judges that, uh, he is hot. in his expert opinion

and thats when gordon kinda grabs his sleeve and tugs it and starts tryin to say something. hes really bad at it, because he is having to perform the mortifying task of Owning Up To It, but eventually he manages to grind out that he needs benrey to touch him, please. just pet him. something. he feels really bad and he just needs benrey to scratch his fucking ears. this is the most gordon can cop to in one go, and it is such a sad struggle to watch, but benreys caught off guard by it and he feels weirdly bad for gordon upon hearing it so  hes just like "whoa, okay" when gordon tugs his hand to his head

gordon groans the moment his fingernails start scratching behind the ears and digging into his scalp. even just that much feels really fucking good. its comforting, for one thing, and its benrey, for another, and the physical touch feels so fucking good right now that goosebumps are crawling down his neck. gordon cant help but lean against benrey and bury his head in the crook of his shoulder. he wants to hide his face from scrutiny and he wants to get closer but he doesnt know how to say what his fucking problem is

and benreys weirdly quiet. just kinda mumbling and shushing him intermittently, awkward and not sure what to do b/c this is a level of intimacy he was not expecting but gordons sure is responding nicely to a second hand in his hair

so having both of benreys hands scratching at his scalp is really getting to gordon. hes scritchin behind the ears and gordons tails wagging at a mile a minute. the feelings making goosebumps race down his neck and arms. he starts kind of mumbling something into benreys shoulder, how hes been feeling so fucked up lately, and he squirms a little closer. hes not really aiming for anywhere in particular but every neuron thats firing in him right now is telling him to get closer. make contact. he missed the fucking guy, what can he say.

and one of benreys hands......slips down to gordons face. his jaw. a thumb pushing into that soft little divot between his jaw and neck, like hes trying to push up into gordons fucking teeth. its weird and bizarrely intrusive, but benreys hand is broad and warm and gordon leans into it anyway, groaning with relief. its not like its not doing anything for him. kind of the opposite, actually. then he palms at gordons neck, and gordon starts breathing harder. he can feel his heartbeat rabbit-fast, pushing against benreys skin (and theres no way benrey isnt feeling that, too).

benrey eyes are lidded and his breaths starting to get heavier, too. naturally, yknow, since gordons practically draped over him right now, melting all the more the longer benrey keeps petting him. oxytocin is crazy, man, especially when a guys in the full throes of some kind of chemical meltdown of the glands. gordons eyes are screwed shut, tail thumping furiously against the bed, and hes panting at benreys neck like hes a fucking dog.  he just doesnt know how to articulate what the fuck his problem is

benrey smells insanely good to him right now, and gordon just blurts that out. benrey gives him some shit for it, but when gordon only makes a weird noise in response and fists his hands in benreys hoodie, it makes him shut up real quick. hes squeezing out words about feeling like he needs something, but its clearly a fucking effort. its almost pitiful

so. gordons crawled right into benreys lap, too impatient after days and days of feeling like this (you know, being in heat, in so many words). hes been pounding off like crazy, that brand new collar of his strapped to his neck nearly every time b/c hes that desperate to feel… well. *benrey*. he cant fucking jerk off to thoughts of anything else - porn doesnt do it for him, and his fantasies slip right back to the same thing every single time. its frustrating! hes bisexual, for gods sake! its not like hes normally immune to the wiles of the Phat Ass White Girl, but lately he just keeps ending up on his hands and knees and whining benreys name into his pillow and he couldnt focus on a girls rack if he tried

point being. hes being awfully fucking demanding. (and also, hes wearing the collar *right fucking now)*. he shoves benreys hand up his shirt and shivers the moment he makes contact with gordons burning-hot flesh. and hes demanding that benrey touch him already, jesus, hes losing his mind! and benreys just crooning at him, “bossy, huh,” but hes scritching gordons ears and palming at his side and nosing at gordons neck and gordon starts to feel like hes melting into it. his protests at being talked down to are perfunctory at best

benrey licks a stripe up gordons neck and starts muttering his stupid horseshit right in gordons ear and it makes gordon clutch his shoulders so tight, claws digging into the meat of him. benreys kind of into it, though, and it just makes him laugh, low and harsh and right in gordons ear. that just makes gordons problem worse. he lets out quiet, nasal whines on every exhale, like a literal fucking dog.

he starts teasing, like, “haha, you’re *gagging* for it, bro,” but gordon doesnt respond with the defensiveness he expects. instead, its like opening a floodgate - he is, hes fucking *desperate*, okay, his dick hasnt gone down in days and he wants benrey so bad he cant see straight and he cant stop thinking about him and all of this comes tumbling out of him at once. gordons trying to press himself as close to benrey as he can physically get, legs straddling benreys lap and arms clutched tight around his back. and when benrey prods a little more, tells gordon to say what hes been thinkin about, gordon starts to pant, squeezing his eyes shut. but he cant bring himself to do anything more than choke and stutter on the words

hes half-hard in his underwear already (and, lets be be clear, he was only in boxer briefs and a tank top to begin with. hes sweating buckets and its the least amount of clothing he could get away with wearing around the house) and his tails thumping a mile a minute and hes so far gone, just from benrey talking down to him and kissing his neck and scratching his ears. but hes not budging yet, so benrey slides that hand on his ears over to his ponytail and *yanks*. tells him, “speak.” gordons dick twitches rapidly, and he lets out a sharp sound, and he finally says it: he needs benrey to *fuck* him, jesus

benrey lets out a harsh breath at that. “yeah? thats what puppy wants?” and the nickname should blister him, make him feel to embarrassed to continue, but gordons too desperate to care. he just starts spewing a litany of “god yes”s and “please”s. hes getting harder and harder, pressed up against benreys belly, and benrey can *feel* it. “good boy,” he mutters, and those claws dig harder, that panting gets louder and harsher

he slips a hand around to gordons back, rubbing slowly for a moment as if to soothe him, and then slides it under the back of gordons boxers. and lower still. starts rubbing at gordons hole. that gets a quiet “oh god” out of gordon.

gordon cant help himself - he rocks forward against benrey, just a little, rubbing his bulge against what he realizes is benreys *extremely* hard dick in his sweatpants. hes not the only one whos got it bad. but he *is* the only one whispering, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as benrey pushes a little further, makes as if hes about to breach gordon dry. the poor guys so needy that he probably wouldnt even argue!

but benrey just stares at him, wide eyed and flushed, mouth hanging open a little. gordons so hot for this that it surprises the both of them.

anyway after some boring position finagling benrey coaxes gordon onto his hands and knees, running a broad hand down gordons shaking back. and he pulls back gordons tail, exposing him. its so fucking humiliating - gordons got his face buried in a pillow, and his ass in the air, and hes never felt so *vulnerable* before. he wants to argue, he wants to lift his head and look back to make sure that everythings, like, okay back there - benreys staring at his entire asshole, okay, and he wasnt exactly anticipating benrey making a house call to fuck him in the ass - but every time he lifts his head, or starts to say something neurotic about it, benrey chides him about it. clicks his tongue. tells him, “hey. dogs dont talk” or “i said *bow*, bro”.

for all his insisting that hes a real guy, that hes not just a dog, gordons feeling less and less like a human and more like something in thrall to his instincts. the condescension rankles like it always does, but doing what benrey tells him to feels good. feels natural. presenting himself like this feels like what hes *supposed* to do. it doesnt stop him from running his mouth entirely, but it helps to mitigate some of the embarrassment.

and then… benrey *licks*. gordon tenses and gasps. he doesnt know how benrey can stand it, its gotta be, like, unhygienic! but that didnt scare him off the last time they tried this, and its not like gordon hasnt thought about it since. hes thought about it a lot, actually. but hes been too neurotic to ask for it. benreys not stupid, though. hes a good dog owner (at least, so he thinks) and hes gonna take care of his dog. so he licks again, and again, pressing a little harder against gordons hole on each pass with the broad side of his tongue until he dares to breach it with the tip.

gordons rock hard again in an instant. his dick hangs between his legs and drips onto the sheets. he digs his fingers into the pillow now, tearing holes in its surface with those sharp nails of his, and he makes embarrassingly high noises that he muffles into into the pillow, too. hes tense, hes so fucking tense, he should be clamping down and making benreys task really fucking hard, but theres bright pink sweet voice dripping from his hole and benreys rubbing the side of his thigh in an effort to soothe him and both of these things work in tandem to get him to relax. and benrey works his tongue in further, further than a human ought to.

the tip was one thing, but it gets wider as benrey pushes it in, and its just as good as it was before - better, even, because now its just the two of them, just a master and his dog, and benreys the only one he wants to see him like this. bent over and whimpering. he cant— he cant stomach the thought of anybody else doing this to him. hell, there was a point once where the idea of stomaching *benrey* doing this to him would have made him laugh. but here he is. benreys fucking him open with his tongue and pressing against something thats making him see stars and gordon just wants *more*. he says it so sweet, too, voice growing hoarse and raw as he begs benrey to just fucking do it already, he doesnt wanna come like this!

gordon gets so worked up and emotional about it that benrey takes the time to scratch behind his ears again, shushing him and telling him to chill. benreys got him. hes been a good dog, and good dogs get treats. hearing the words “good dog” makes gordons entire body flush. thats all he wants, really. he wants to be a good dog. he wants to be *told*. he blurts out, “oh my god— say it again,” and benreys like, “huh? say what? youre gonna have to be more specific,” clicking the last syllable. it makes all the hairs on gordons head rise and prickle with shame. the best he can do is mumble it into his pillow.

benrey hears it, though, and tugs at gordons collar from behind, just enough to raise his head. “whassat? you want me to call you a good boy?” gordon cant bring himself to answer that directly, but his stupid body betrays him by making him whine. jesus christ, yes, thats all he WANTS! he needs benrey to be good and nice to him for once in his fucking life and give him what he wants instead of taking, taking, taking! but benrey just tells him that hes gonna have to earn it. gonna have to be *real* good for him. gordon could fucking snarl at that, but benreys pulling back to rub his dick between gordons cheeks and against his hole and that shuts him up pretty fast because hes *so close* to getting what he wants and hes not about to fuck it up now by running his big dumb mouth

and then… he starts to push in. that sweet voice has loosened gordon up enough to take even benrey, who, uh, is definitely the bigger of the two, in that regard. he goes slow, uncharacteristically so, and gordons chest heaves with the force of how hard hes breathing. a quiet string of “oh god”s spills out of him as he tries to crane his neck back to watch. the head breaches him with a strange popping sensation, and benrey groans, loud, as the rest of him slides in with little resistance in comparison. “good,” he pants in turn, “youre takin it so good,” and—

and gordon comes, in weak, aborted spurts. it snuck up on him. he clenches so fucking tightly that it winds benrey a little. he breathes out, “whoa. did you—” but gordon just begs him to shut up, keep going, hes not— hes not done yet, its always like this, its not *enough*. his dick barely even flags afterward, it just hangs there, achingly hard and dripping with cum. benrey cant even find it in himself to make fun of him. he wants it so fucking bad, doesnt he? and he feels so good, so fucking tight and slick around benrey that the only thought running through his head is “gotta take care of my dog gotta fuck my best friend gotta nut in him and make him howl”. so he pushes himself alllll the way in until theyre pressed together, skin to skin.

then he starts to move. slow, careful thrusts, more for benreys benefit than gordons. if hes not careful, hes gonna blow his load, right then and there, and hes trying to make it good for gordon, too, okay? unlike *some* of them, hes not gonna bust in two minutes and then spend the next half hour crying and trauma-dumping to the guy hes still got his dick inside of.

once he thinks hes got a grip, though, benrey starts fucking him in earnest, and that changes gordons vocalizations from weak little whimpers into something louder. less restrained. hes given up any pretense of being quiet so that his other selves dont hear that hes snuck his boytoy into his room. just loud, wordless moans on each thrust, initially muffled into the pillow but soon spilling into the wider room when he turns his head to catch his breath. the only words hes managing are “oh god” and “please” and “benrey, benrey, *benrey*”, and benrey just responds to him like, “yeah? thats good? fuuuck, bro, so good for me,” all short of breath and barely able to speak himself

he wants to see gordons face. he *needs* to see gordons face. needs to see what hes doing to him, needs to see that cute fuckin blush of his. so he tugs on gordons collar again, bringing him to his hands and knees properly instead of that bowing position. and then further still - pulls him back so that benreys on his knees, and gordons on his knees in turn, on his lap, cock still buried inside of him and fucking him in short, hurried thrusts. “paws up,” benrey tells him, and gordon does it. instantly. no resistance. just folds them at his chest like a real dog would.

“whos a good boy?” benrey croons, right in his ear again. gordon gasps, “i-i am!”

“yeah? youre a good boy?” nod, wail. “whose— whose good boy are you?”

and gordon chokes on his response. he cant say it, he *cant*, he doesnt want to be benreys but he does, he *does*. he doesnt want to be benreys because its not fucking fair! he cares so fucking much! so much more than benrey does, it feels like, obsessing over the guy like hes wrapped thorny vines all around gordons heart and he cant so much as shift in his seat without feeling the tug and the ache and thinking of benrey again. and benrey doesnt care, he never fucking cares, except—

except he showed up at gordons house, in his room. without even being asked. like he knew something was wrong. and he— hes always talking to gordon, shooting him stupid texts just to make him laugh. scheduling *date nights* for them. date nights where, yeah, maybe they couldnt see each other in person, and maybe they always end in some kind of depraved sexual act, but its not like gordons not into it. hes frighteningly into it, actually. and hes *so* into hearing benreys voice, low and crooning, right in his ear, and seeing him lean on an elbow and smile at him afterward. its— its practically genuine. and benreys always making excuses to talk with him, do things with him, watch stupid fucking movies that only gordon cares about and stream with him on twitch to help boost his subscriber count and—

and—

oh god. maybe he *does* care. that might be more terrifying than the alternative.

then benrey yanks the collar again. presses the whole of gordons back against his front in one hot, unbroken line. and asks, “i said, whose good boy are you, bro? *speak.*”

“benrey,” he blurts out, a ragged moan, “d-dont make me sa-AY it, oh god—”

“no?” benrey stills suddenly. his hands keep gordon stuck in place, unable to move or bounce or feel benrey shift inside of him. “thats, uh… thats too bad, friend. this trains for good boys only. good dogs go to heaven 2. no bad dogs allowed. gonna have to, uhh, escort you off—”

“im not a bad dog!”

“i dunno, gordo. bein’ kind of, uh… disobedient.”

(sorry. thats all i got . byeeee)

[theyarebothgunshot]

this is exactly how it went down in my head.

misha: hey, everything okay? do you need me to do something?

jensen: no, lay low. we’re figuring it out.

misha: got it.

— the next day —

misha: things settled. should i say anything? draw attention? stay neutral?

jensen: you don’t have to, but if you want, tread lightly. we’ve had enough chaos.

misha: say no more.

when nobody got your back you KNOW dmitri got your back.

ANYWAYS i turned my back for TWO MINUTES and y'all went the fuck off in my inbox so, you know the drill: more under the cut

NO BUT JENSEN’S RESPONSE LMAAAAAO honestly fallout theory is so on oh my God I can’t stop-

on god they are so loud like-

Worst damage control i've ever seen. god bles.

so true bestie

I think Jensen probably just wants to be done with this petty little drama, so if he has to pretend everything between them is okay he is going to be the bigger man and lay it to rest. Whatever is going on between them he definitely doesn't want to sort that out on social media and the earlier he pretends everything is sorted out the earlier people will forget about it again.

Also it's kinda funny how J*red Tweet was like implying they had a misunderstanding but still talk to each other regularly, while Jensen went full on the we grow apart a little bit, because we were busy, let's catch back up. Makes me wonder if they actually talked or if there managers just said hey that's not good pr, let's put that to rest. Also did J*red know before yesterday that they had a falling out or did he just not realize.

- 🐌 anon

literally jensen went out of his way to say 'uhhh we never talk, worstie' god if pr management is involved then they did a bad job. also j*red still does not realise they have fallen out. jshfjdsfh

Jackles was like God bless but we ain’t talking like this worstie

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All I need now is for Misha to tweet “ is it safe to come out now?” And I’ll be complete lmfao 😂😂😂

that would have been better than what we got lmfao

I have one fear and it's Jensen being forced to add j*red to his show and his other projects because he couldn't stop whining like a baby,,, ugh i hate him

i pretend i do not see

Kinda selfish of me tbh but i don't want them to be "friends" again, Jensen sweetie run as fast as you can

co-signed

Ok Jensen's answer to Jared tweet made me feel so bad for him. Like, I can see it's damage control and public relations (obviously) but there's stuff behind it. I can't name it, but idk, I felt terrible for texas man this time, I don't think that reply was written with a "love and light energy" or even without much care. I felt some heavy vibes.

- 🌻, who is now a fortune teller and a prophet apparently

yeah i feel hella bad for him to, for having to deal with this shit. nonnie please if you ever have anything to predict, lemme know sjdfhs

You know Jensen's tweet has the energy of like kindergarten wenn an other kid started a fight with you and the kindergarten teacher wants you to forgive each other and hung it out and you really don't want to, but your kindergarten teacher is being annoying and he isn't worth the annoyance either.

- 🐌 anon

you are not wrong

Incredibly thankful that I have the day off from work 😂 I'm with hatching chick anon, the 3 dots read as passive aggressive/insincere to me, and I love it! I haven't spent this many hours on tumblr since I first discovered cockles! (On a side note, the lack of fimmf posts today has me feeling like it's not friday lol) -🐢

i, too, miss fimmf but alas things happen, they do they do they do

I was right. :(

It got almost romantic...

👀

nonnie you know i love you but this is really not the case, like, at all??? idk how you could look at those tweets and think it was almost romantic. it was THEE most scripted, pr bullshit ever. it was staged and fake. idk what else to tell ya

Danneel liked Jensen's tweet

i saw

That is so so awkward I feel so sorry for all of us being exposed to this and so happy I chose to leave the Internet for half a day - tea anon

god bless your stance on that cause i would have hated missing out on this lmao

You know what? I think it’s okay being a 38 year old moron if you’re bringing us this type of content

im happy with the food but still think its not okay tbh

pspspsps Misha this is the perfect day for you to drop the gay Cas essay pspspspsp it is still pride month pspspsps

you know you want to king pspsps

So that JIB6 link (I think it was from your post, right?). I went and watched that bit, and a little more.

Jensen makes a comment about Jared being first on the call sheet because Sam was supposed to be the main focal character.

And that him nor Misha cared about what number they were, so in all that time it never changed.

And I’ll be… if that just doesn’t perfectly sum them up and their feelings on things. And how a certain someone can be petty… 🦚

idk if it was from my post? but maybe? my analysis probably? but yeah things are making more and more sense huh

Ohh that's also an alien? Welcome to the extraterrestial family then, purple alien anon!

Also it's probably because I'm coming off the high this drama gave me but I'm not looking forward to them trying so hard to convince us everything is normal between them. Even though we now Know, they will have to keep pretending. Today (yesterday?) was a shitshow but some masks fell off, at least for a moment and I kinda wish Jensen was less professional 😂

👽

oh for real, fallout theory IS confirmed and nothing they said today will change my mind, it only made me believe in it even more lmfao and with that in mind i am just gonna sip my tea if they try to be buddy buddy on main again

I THINK MISHA UNRETWEETED BUT HE TWEETED "LOVE AND MISS YOU BOTH" I'M LOSING MY DIGNITY HERE - tea anon

yeah he now answered them sjdfhsjfhsf instead of rt

MISHA COLLINS IS A KING I STAN THE RIGHT MAN

YOU SURE DO

I just know Misha’s process was oh crap I have to let people know I’m supporting them and I can’t choose sides. Ok. Retweet. NO. Delete. I love both of you. Yes, good.

sjdfsdfh this makes me think of that post that dissected jackles' birthday post for misha where he used the heart. 'call him bro, that makes it less obvious. nailed it.'

Lol I'm off for a few days and come back to total chaos... God I missed it here

Like the "et tu... #bravo" tweet? Made my day! Frikking hilarious (every time I see it I picture J*red with a pissy frech accent saying it out loud lol) it's just such an incredibly petty hissy fit he threw (I know he tweeted more later on but... Really all that stuff coming afterwards just sounds like damage control)

Missed you Rose

-🐻

LOVE the french accent detail im gonna do this too sdjfhsjfh missed you toooo!!!!

Oh man Misha is really gonna get hate for that I KNOW IT

sigh well. nothing he isnt used to by now, unfortunately

i mean i believe they feel like brothers, but constantly falling back on the “brother” thing to keep up appearances is really starting to feel like “#spnfamily” at this point.

honestly brothers can be very annoying, or so i have heard, so it fits with the fallout theory lmao

They actually said if we’re gonna make this gay we cannot have Jar*d Pad*lecki involved

oh my God this is the funniest timeline to ever exist God bless I’m just waiting to canon bi Mary

king shit tbh

[gospelofme]

47 Thoughts While Watching Part 1 of The Bad Batch season finale (spoilers ahead!!!!!)

“They’ll still come for you”. Ugh that sounds so sad. He’s confident about it too.

How did Echo get so good at ship repairs? Unless basic ship crap is mandatory for sudden repairs. Which I guess if you hang with Skywalker, that’s a requirement.

Aaahhh, the Kamino theme is memorable.

So I wonder if Rampart planned to leave Crosshair on Kamino all along?

I love the fact the Kaminoans kept secrets from the Republic/Empire. Like using their credits to fund their own projects.

I wonder how Omega knew about that platform….I didn’t think she’d ever left Kamino. Unless she went there with Nala Se for whatever.

Damn, I’d hate always getting wet when I go outside.

So the pad and lift are proximity sensor based. Not weight.

So the tubes aren’t documented on any schematics. So none of the blueprints that Tech has access to have them on there. That means one of two things:

- there are “official” and “unofficial” blueprints. Like some the Republic were given and the actual plans.

- Nala Se had the tube system built specifically for her.

Private research lab doesn’t mean secret…but still, why did she get a private one? Was it just to create the enhanced clones? Or was it used for more “off the records” projects?

And if there are other tubes that run throughout Kamino, and they’re all secret, WHY!? Like why do they exist? Surely the Kaminoans know they can just go wherever they want whenever they want because they fucking live there. Unless….they became prisoners in their own home….

About how uncomfortable Omega is having to go to the lab…

“why would I be?” He sounded like he rolled his eyes there.

The amount of salt that is being sprinkled by Crosshair right now.

“We didn’t have a choice?”

“And I did?”

Okay so when I first watched this episode, I thought that meant he no longer had his chip. But now I see it as Crosshair not having a choice because Hunter had committed treason by what his orders were telling him.

Also, I love the colors used in the control room. Idk why. They just all work. I think it’s because the rest of that place is so blinding with white light.

So how did they build the tubes under water….

“Most in Tipoca City don’t know about it.” So some do.

Omega sounds so sad. Honestly since I’m certain there were more than just five enhanced clones, since Nala Se said that that was all that remained, I wonder if Omega saw the clones that didn’t survive the experimentation.

About how Tech always looks like he’s texting. I’m waiting for him to take a selfie with Echo or something.

About Hunter still trying to convince Crosshair that this is all influenced by his chip. I think Crosshair knows he’s being used, but he (like the others in Clone Force 99) want some sense of normalcy. Like Echo said earlier, “we’re soldiers, what other path is there?”

Okay the alarm reminds me of the purge siren.

And the indoor alarm sounds like an airport alert.

About Echo taking charge, although I think he naturally is the next in command rank-wise. Do we even know the rank of Tech and Wrecker? What was Crosshair’s rank before?

Omega should’ve gone and tattled on them to Rex. Like “and then they just ditched me!! Again!! I know I have no combat training but still…”

Its pretty clear that Crosshair knows how the team is going to act. Like what tactics they’d use and decisions they’d make. Like on Bracca, Crosshair knew immediately the scanner frequencies were being jammed, because he had seen Tech use that trick before.

“We’re running out of time Commander” I have enjoyed that guy’s voice. It’s soothing.

The way Crosshair spits out “the Republic” makes me think there is something more than just the inhibitor chip at play. I wonder if he’s always harbored ill feelings towards the Republic. Cut had issues with the war that were so strong, he deserted. I wonder if Crosshair had similar feelings.

Wow he is really hurt about being left behind. And I can understand that. But Hunter did have a responsibility to Omega, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech too. He couldn’t risk them being shot and killed while trying to reason with someone who is shooting at him. Of course maybe if he had made more of an effort to get Crosshair to come with them…..of course I do think the Empire has done some brainwashing of Crosshair as well.

“I was one of you. You may have forgotten, but I haven’t. And it’s why I’m going to give you, what you never gave me. A chance.”

I think there is more to this than face value. It could very well mean he’s giving them a chance to join the Empire. But that whole conversion always used the term “choice”, not “chance”. “Chance” is used more as “an opportunity to do something”. That “do something” could be making a decision though. Like “I’m going to give you a chance to join the Empire.” But it could be “I’m going to give you a chance to get out of here.” Hunter didn’t give Crosshair a chance to prove he was loyal to them either. Plus the way the rest of Crosshair’s team reacted tells me they weren’t aware of their Commander’s intentions.

I love how Tech, Wrecker, and Echo are standing there like 😐

I thought it was interesting Crosshair decided to send Omega on a shuttle off world. Of course where would that have been? Just pick some random coordinates and say “good luck”? How would that be received by Rampart? Of course I don’t think he cared about Omega. That was just Nala Se and Lama Su really. And honestly, Crosshair was sounding like he’d actually thought about this. Like if Hunter wants to keep Omega safe, then he needs to realize that she won’t be safe with them. Especially if they’re being hunted. However there may have been an ulterior motive here too. With Omega out of the way, It will be like “old times” when it was just them. He probably feels like he was replaced by a kid.

The change in music though. The emotional, sweeping theme dropping down to a more sinister theme when Crosshair mentions their superiority over regular troopers.

“This is what we were made for.” What if, and hear me out���what if the enhanced clones were created specifically for the Empire. Their deployment during the Clone Wars could’ve been a testing phase. They may not have been prepared for the chance the inhibitor chips didn’t work. Crosshair had mentioned that Hunter couldn’t see the bigger picture. What if that is the bigger picture. That all of them were created to serve the Empire. Not the Republic. Which would explain Crosshair’s sudden disgust with it.

That reflection shot of Tech staring into the mirror. I like that shot. That’s really beautifully animated.

I have a feeling Crosshair knew his new squad wouldn’t listen to him. The “stand down” sounded like he was just saying it to say it. I don’t think he ever had respect for them, not after what happened with Saw’s fighters. They weren’t following him out of loyalty, but fear. And loyalty is a big deal to Crosshair. Honestly I think he had planned all along to kill his new squad. Like from the beginning. Which is why he was trying so hard to get his old squad members. The sooner he got them and convinced them to come to his side, the sooner he could shoot his new squad.

I have a feeling Crosshair know’s the reason why they were all created. Granted that could be brainwashing by the Empire to gain his compliance and loyalty. But something tells me that they were created specifically to become an elite squad for the Emperor.

Crosshair has some serious Anakin vibes when he’s telling Hunter to not become his enemy. And Hunter has some Obiwan vibes with the whole “we never were” line.

I do enjoy the weight they give Crosshair when Hunter flips him. Like the sound of him hitting the floor. He’s heavier than he looks.

Lmao that one TK trooper like “nope, imma get the fuck out of here.”

“Let the clones die together.” Yeah that bitch always intended to leave Crosshair on Kamino. Rampart never actually considered him important since he was the one that pitched the idea of an all conscripted trooper squad. He only had Crosshair as a part of it because Admiral Tarkin still liked the idea of clones. I think Rampart is going to try to climb over Tarkin on that Empire ladder. He didn’t mention to Tarkin that Crosshair was still on Kamino.

Aaahhh now the subject of the chip. Does he or doesn’t he? I think he does. The Empire wouldn’t remove it and take that risk of losing that compliance and blind loyalty. Plus the “does it really matter?” tells me he doesn’t know when, which he would if it was recent. He did have it in the first episode though. It showed up on the scanner and he did the whole “good soldiers follow orders.”

So I don’t think he was going to shoot Hunter. I think he feigned movement to make Hunter shoot him. He may not have thought Hunter’s blaster was sent to stun even. He may have intended to have Hunter kill him.

I do like how Hunter doesn’t hesitate to not bring Crosshair this time.

Damn the shots of the empty facility kills me.

Okay, so I know this was sad BUT the bombardment of Kamino was beautifully animated. Honestly. The underwater shots of the bolts hitting the support pillars. And it reminds me…Omega asked Tech about these the war was like and now she kinda knows. She’s never seen explosions like that.

Get ready for part 2

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I was looking through your old posts for something and came across the ask about clones having weird idea about personal space and falling asleep on people once they win their trust, and... Imagine, the first time a Jedi with a new command ends up with a lapful of a snoozing clone. Confusion, legs losing circulation, but still kinda liking it, because all of the soft/trust/comfort vibes the clone is giving off?

“Arm working again, sir?” a voice asks, right above Zule’s head.

Zule twitches hard, and it’s only the familiarity of the mind in question that keeps her from grabbing for her lightsaber. “Hevy,” she snaps, and tips her head back to give him a dark look. “Don’t sneak up on me, or I won't be responsible for whatever limbs you lose.”

Hevy's smirk is entirely unrepentant. “Then we can match, General,” he says, and sits down beside her on the sand.

Zule pulls a face, but shifts over slightly to give him room. “Believe me, Commander, deserts and cybernetics aren’t exactly the best combination.” She flexes her arm, and the way the gears grind faintly is aggravating, but—at least it’s moving again. She’d been about to cut it off when it stopped working earlier, and only Droidbait's pleas had changed her mind. It’s probably easier to repair the blasted thing than find a whole new one in the depths of the Deep Core, though.

“About as well as deserts and your temper?” Hevy asks, though he doesn’t even raise his eyes from his pad.

Zule laughs, leaning back on her hands, and tips her face up towards the sun. The heat feels good on her scales, even if she has to keep her prosthetic wrapped at all times to keep it from heating up unpleasantly, and while she’s a little mad that Kass got the jungle planet assignment, she won where troops are concerned, so she can't complain too much.

“My temper comes standard,” she retorts. “Any word from Tae?”

Hevy shakes his head, setting his pad aside and shifting closer as he stretches his legs out. This time Zule doesn’t move away; if he wants to risk being in her personal space, that’s on him. She would have thought almost breaking Cutup's nose when he startled her would have proved it was a bad idea, but apparently Hevy is about as stubborn about learning lessons as she is.

“Not yet,” he says, rubbing a hand through his hair and ruffling the short strands. “He’s supposed to be passing close to the black hole, though, so odds are that’s kriffing up communication.”

“As long as he gets here before we run out of food,” Zule mutters. “I won't need to eat for another week or so, but we’re low on troop rations.”

“We’ll be fine, sir,” Hevy says, in the faintly patronizing tone that always makes Echo try to jump him.

Zule rolls her eyes at him, curling her fingers into the sand. On a whim, she shifts the pigment there, trying to match the color of the sand. “Whatever. If the Seps don’t do something soon, I'm going to die of boredom here. Repelling raiding parties is getting mind-numbing. Tae had better pick us up soon.”

“If you’re really worried, you can always go hibernate until he gets here,” Hevy tells her, and Zule feels no remorse about reaching out with her prosthetic and thumping him on the shoulder.

“I'm a reptile,” she says pointedly. “Mammals hibernate. I brumate. And like I would leave you to have all the fun without me.”

“Of course, sir,” Hevy says, smirking, and Zule lightly thumps him again and then tips her head towards the sun and closes her eyes. Hevy chuckles, leaning in to rest their shoulders together, and Zule has never been a touch-oriented person, wasn’t even in the crèche, but…the clones are, and she’s been getting used to it. And besides, the sun is warm, and she’s finally comfortable enough that she doesn’t want to move. It’s maybe a little like meditation, breathing and focusing on nothing and remembering all of Master Glaive’s lessons, and it’s…not objectionable. Better than she ever would have thought when she and the rest of the Padawan Pack got dragged out of Cobalt Station on the tail end of the Jabiim campaign.

And then, without any warning at all, something heavy lands in her lap.

Zule startles hard, one hand automatically going for her lightsaber, and then freezes. Hevy is sprawled across her lap, head pillowed on her thigh, body draped across her knees at an angle. His eyes are closed, and he looks entirely pleased with himself, but there's a thread of peace-warmth-contentment humming through him that keeps Zule from immediately dumping him back on the sand. She stares down at him, blinking, and opens her mouth—

Closes it again, slowly, because Hevy feels like trust. Like he trusts her, and that’s a little bewildering and a little alarming, because she told him bluntly about her brushes with the Dark Side. Told him to shoot her if she ever showed signs of going Dark, because after Jabiim the rest of the Padawan Pack all has the same orders and she wanted him to know. Wanted him to be prepared, know she wasn’t exactly the most stable Jedi, and yet…

There's nothing but peace and ease in Hevy as he settles in her lap, and it aches somewhere deep in Zule's chest. Swallowing, she raises a hesitant hand, carefully threads it through Hevy's curls, and he hums. She can feel him settling into sleep, real, true sleep that says this is unvarnished trust, and Zule wants to be the kind of Jedi that Tae is, that Kass is. Wants to be someone he can trust without hesitation or care, and—

She pulls her hand away, buries her fingers in the sand instead and tries to breathe evenly. Tries to breathe while Hevy sleeps on her, like he doesn’t know she isn't the kind of person he should trust. Like he doesn’t care.

Zule closes her eyes, and her legs are going to go numb. She’s going to get a comm, or remember paperwork that needs to be done, or have to meet the scouts when they get back. They can't stay like this forever.

But just for now, Zule supposes she can bear it.

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