#I wonder if they have already reached 100 souls or if they are in the process

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effet mer | jjk

⤷ effet mer, french for sea effect, but it’s a play on word. effet mer and éphémère are pronounced the same way in french and éphémère stands for ephemeral. 

⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader 

⏤ genre: best friend's brother, kinda strangers to lovers, roommates au, angst, fluff, and smut 

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ words: 11,197

⏤ summary: everything we face in life is ephemeral, nothing stays forever, even the bad. when you and your roommate, jungkook, face devastating breakups, you leave everything to spend some days at the beach holding the world’s record of the highest waves. it brings you comfort but also brings you closer as you get to truly know each other. 

⏤ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mention of cheating, mention of breakups, jungkook and oc are completely broken, mention of sex, teasing, a lot of making out, nipple play, mention of nipple sucking, face riding, oral sex (f & m receiving), hair pulling, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, tattooed!jungkook, praising, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, riding, missionary, doggy style, creampie, multiple orgasms, and overstimulation 

⏤ author’s note: here it is the little fic 🤗 i had a lot of fun writing this, especially since i’m talking about a place very dear to me & also since i get to promote a bit of my culture in a fic (a first time for me). as a portuguese, this is very special & i think this fic will hold a special place in my heart 💞 hope you’ll enjoy it & let me know what you think ✨

Nazaré (check out this video so you get to visualize the little town)

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

The waves. 

The crashing of the waves against the sturdy rock and soft sand is the only sound echoing in your ears. It brings an immense sense of comfort, the only sound calming your tormented soul. Coming here, you knew it would quiet the turmoil within your mind. 

The sight of the waves colliding against the monumental rock also brings peace. It’s thrilling to see what Mother Nature can do. The waves are incredibly high and powerful, offering you and any person present a wonderful show. For years, you wished to come see those impressive waves but never got the chance. 

What brings you here is your roommate, Jungkook, who’s also the older brother of your best friend, Joongki. You’ve been living under the same roof for five years already. You were looking for a bed during your college years, he was looking for a roommate, and Joongki put you together. 

Even though you’ve been living together for a long time, you barely know each other. Jungkook is a night owl, basically living at night, and during the day, whenever he’s awake, he’s at his girlfriend’s place. Well, ex-girlfriend now. On your side, you’d also spend a tremendous amount of time with your boyfriend in and out of the apartment. Well, your now ex-boyfriend. 

Your ex-boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend are what brought you and Jungkook here. His girlfriend was cheating on him while your boyfriend didn’t love you anymore. 

It’s hard. Way too hard. 

Amid your pain, Jungkook proposed to drop everything for a couple of days and go to a place you both have always desired to visit. Praia do Norte (North Beach in English). It’s a beach located in Portugal, in Nazaré to be precise. The city isn’t far from the capital, Lisbon.  

This coastal town is known for its massive waves, some of which can reach heights over 100 feet - 30 meters during winter time. 

Years ago, you spent some days with your friends in Nazaré in July. It was already a breathtaking place. You saw pictures everywhere of the impressive waves. After that, it became your dream to see them. Life happened and you never got to go there. 

Jungkook, on his side, heard of this place through a documentary he once watched. Throughout his entire relationship with his ex, he proposed her to travel to that town, but she never was really interested. 

Randomly, through a very rare conversation, you found out about your mutual interest in Nazaré. Then, when your hearts got broken, you found yourselves being locked up in the apartment, crying like babies. Jungkook suggested the coastal town, and you embarked on this little journey together. 

As a wave is forming in the sea, you grab your phone to record it. Although you foresee it to be impressive, it exceeds all your expectations. It’s breathtaking, and by far, the prettiest natural event your eyes have ever witnessed. 

“Woow,” you say while firmly holding your phone in your hands.  

You’re completely mesmerized by the impressive wave, you forget about everything. It’s just you and the wave. It’s an incredible feeling, one you hadn’t felt in a while. Being here genuinely brings you comfort to your soul. 

Slowly, you turn your head to look at the person who brought you here, Jungkook. He’s also looking at the sea with the same face as yours, and it makes you smile. There’s not much you know about this man. Sometimes you wonder how he is like. Everything you know about him, you’ve heard it from Joongki. It’s quite odd that you don’t really know anything about your roommate but it has always been fine for you like that. 

“That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook says with evident bliss in his eyes.    

Jungkook and Joongki are quite similar. Physically, you mean. They share the same pair of doe eyes, the same eye and hair color, the same facial shape, and the same smile. A lot of people mistake them for twins because they really look a lot like each other.  

The first time you saw Jungkook, you also thought it was your best friend’s twin. But as time passed, you noticed how different they can be. Jungkook clearly looks older than his brother, he’s after all three years older than Joongki. 

“Couldn’t agree more with you”, you tell him with your eyes still on him. 

For the past three months, you’ve been wondering how his ex-girlfriend could have cheated on him. He’s clearly a good-looking man, and on top of that, he doesn’t seem like a bad guy. You’re not sure to understand in general how someone can cheat. Wouldn’t it be easier to simply say: “I want to be with someone else”? At least, your ex had the decency to say it. 

You chase away those thoughts before crying in front of thousands of people, and especially before ruining your entire trip. 

Your eyes look again at the sea. It’s slowly getting colder. As time passes, the sea looks more and more furious, the waves are only getting bigger and bigger, and as they hit the rock, water is thrown at your faces. 

You’re fully covered to try to protect yourself as much as possible from the water, but it seems not enough. But it’s incredible to be here. 

“Do you want to stay any longer?” Jungkook asks while he turns his head to you.  

With your roommate, you’ve been watching the waves for already two hours although it doesn’t feel like it. you look down at your phone to check what time it is. It’s already 6:45 pm. As you’ve booked a table for 7:30 pm at a restaurant, it’s probably best to get going. Given the long road to the restaurant, you must leave to ensure you’re on time. 

“I don’t think so,” you answer. “We still need to walk to the restaurant and it might take some time,” your eyes look around as you think about the fact you still have to walk for a bit. “And I made a reservation at 7:30 pm for tonight, so it’s best to keep going.” 

Jungkook simply nods, agreeing with you. Slowly, you turn around and walk away from the waves. You look behind you one last time to admire a wave crashing against the impressive rock. 

Jungkook has yet to learn where the restaurant is. He’s never been in this town while you have. So he doesn’t have much choice but to follow you around. On top of it, you’re the one who made the reservation so for sure, you know where the restaurant is. 

If someone had told him five years ago he’d be in Nazaré with his new roommate, he would have never believed it. Probably, he would have laughed at their face. Outside the fact that you’re his little brother's best friend, he doesn’t know much about you. It has never bothered him not to know you. 

However, since you’re both single, things are different. You’ve been talking and even traveling abroad together. Presumably, traveling with a stranger isn’t the best idea but he fundamentally trusts you. You’re not completely a stranger to him, but there’s very little if nothing he knows about you. 

But he doesn’t mind. After all, you’re both here to enjoy the impressive waves. 

Nazaré’s downtown is made of tiny streets which gives its charm. Based on the info he found about the town, it’s the typical type of street in Portugal. So far, he has been loving this town. For sure, the waves are quite a big deal, but the coastal town is captivating. He loves everything about Nazaré, and he’s only been here for a day.   

The people are also extremely nice and always smiling even though sometimes it’s hard to communicate with them since they only speak Portuguese. But there’s always a way to understand each other. He’s genuinely happy to be here, and he’s already thinking about coming back more frequently, maybe even during summertime to discover the town from another perspective. It must be so different from wintertime. 

After a long walk, you finally reach the restaurant located on a very small street. Jungkook is definitely falling in love with this city. Right now, he’s kind of grateful he never came with his ex otherwise it would have been excruciating to be here. Most probably, he wouldn’t be here today with you. 

You enter the restaurant, and a man comes in your direction. “Olá,” he firstly says. Based on the very limited words he got to learn in the past 24 hours, Jungkook knows that ‘olá’ is the portuguese equivalent of ‘hello’. 

“Olá,” you answer in portuguese. “We have a reservation for 2 under the name y/l/n,” you continue in english. 

“Let me quickly check,” he moves to a little piece of furniture at the entrance composed of some books and a cash register.  

Jungkook takes a look at the restaurant. It’s very small but definitely very charming. 

“Follow me, please,” says the waiter when he comes back to you. 

The waiter shows you a little table on the left corner of the restaurant. This very cozy place is already crowded, most definitely a popular place to be in Nazaré. 

“Here are the menus,” he hands you both menus. 

“They do fantastic pizzas here,” you say once the waiter leaves. “I came here once with my friends and promised myself I’d come here again.” 

“Let’s see,” a little smile appears on Jungkook’s face. 

For a hot minute, he stares at you while you look down at the menu. 

Since the moment, he met you he always believed his little brother was in love with you. He couldn’t stop talking about you with such a spark in his eyes. However, as time went by, he realized he was wrong, or at least partially. His eyes have a spark because he adores you as a friend and because you seem to be a wonderful person. There is something about you that is appealing, Jungkook won’t deny it. 

In the past 24 hours, he’s got to learn a bit more about you. Even though it’s pretty obvious you’re still trying to get over a breakup, you’ve been immensely excited to be here and show him around the places you know. And he’s been lucky to see a bright spark in your eyes. You’re without any doubt in love with this coastal town, he can tell that. 

The pizzas were, as you remember, fucking delicious. Jungkook even admitted it afterward. 

Funnily enough, during dinner, you got to discuss with the owner, who was also acting as a waiter. He’s actually french. He came here once, fell in love with the town, and decided to move here. He then opened this restaurant with his mother, and luckily, it’s always crowded. It can be calmer during periods but it’s always for a short time. 

“Not sure I’ll want to come back home after this stay,” Jungkook tells you as you’re making your way to the little apartment you’re staying in. 

“Me neither,” you say. 

The only thought of leaving this place breaks your heart. Once you get back home, reality will hit you. You’ll once more be reminded of your lost love. Maybe the pain will be more bearable as you’ve taken some time for yourself here in Nazaré. 

The rest of the walk until the apartment is made in silence while you look around. Everything about this place screams perfection. The people, the food, the views, the tiny houses, the sea, and everything else. Nazaré will now be your safe place on earth. It’ll be the place you’ll always look forward to coming again. Strangely, it feels like you belong here.   

When you’re not very far from the apartment, it starts raining, and not just a bit. The two of you put the hood of your jackets on your heads. 

“Let’s run to the apartment?” Jungkook asks. 

The only answer you gave him is starting to run. 

“Eeeh,” he screams while he starts running after you. “Wait for me.” 

A little chuckle escapes your lips when you hear him complain. Since you run in the opposite direction of the rain, it hits you right in the face. It’s not pleasant at all, but you’ll soon reach the place you’re renting. But running in the middle of those tiny streets with Jungkook behind you makes you feel alive. 

In a matter of seconds, Jungkook catches you. For a brief moment, you look at each other with the brightest smiles on your faces. You’re both feeling the same, you know it. Your roommate grabs your hand while you keep running under the heavy rain. He holds your hand tightly in his, the warmth of his hand contrasting with the cold weather outside. 

Feeling his hand in yours unimaginably warms your heart. 

When you reach the apartment, you both stop at the main entrance. Briefly, you’re standing face to face, breathing hard, and staring deep into each other’s eyes. Over the years, you didn’t really have the opportunity to see him up close, but lately, it feels like you’ve only been physically close.  

This closeness has allowed you to really look at him. Although Jungkook looks a lot like your best friend, he’s more attractive, charming, and alluring. This man can have any woman he desires, but he chooses not. It’s understandable due to his recent breakup. But based on how Joongki speaks about him, he’s never been a womanizer. He’s more of an ‘i want a long-term relationship�� guy. 

Jungkook’s hand brushes a strand of hair falling on your face. The simple touch of his fingers against your skin sends shivers down your spine. The two of you don’t cease to stare into each other eyes. This simple and intimate moment is something you never thought would happen five years ago. 

Well, even yesterday, you never thought it’d happened.

You’re interrupted by someone leaving the apartment complex standing in front of you. By reflex, you take a step back, creating some space between you and Jungkook. The person greets you before disappearing behind you. 

Before the main entrance door closes, Jungkook takes a big step to keep it open. “After you,” he smiles at you while he gestures for you to come inside the complex. A smile spreads across your face as you make your way inside. When you pass by him, you take in his strong perfume. He smells so good. 

Joongki’s brother follows you, closing the door behind him. The apartment is located on the first floor so luckily, you only have to climb a few steps. You hurry up because you only want to be warm. 

Once in front of the door, you take the keys from your pocket. Your winter jacket contains a massive pocket on the inside. You’ve placed all your important belongings like your phone, ID Card, bank card, and the keys. At least you’re sure you won’t lose anything nor anything won’t be stolen. 

Once inside, the first thing you do is remove your jackets, and shoes. It’s a bit warmer inside but you still need to turn on the heating. The two of you head to the small living room. 

The place you rent isn’t big, but it’s enough for you. There’s no need to have a massive apartment for two people. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom are largely enough. No need for more.  

The owner of the apartment left some portuguese liqueurs for you to enjoy. He advised you to start with ‘Licor Beirão’. As the owner said, it’s a sweet liqueur that tastes like orange. You haven’t tasted it yet but tonight you feel like you really want to. 

“Do you want to taste the famous liqueur the owner advises us to taste?” you ask Jungkook as you grab the bottle from a wardrobe. 

For a brief moment, Jungkook simply watches you while you hold the bottle in your hand. The look he gives you makes you feel a bit special as it is the same look he gave you at the complex entrance. 

“Why not,” he replies with a smile. 

Your roommate goes to the kitchen to grab two glasses. He remembers that the owner told you to put a cube of ice in your drink to make it even better. He said: “Licor Beirão without ice tastes like shit.” A smirk appears on his face when he recalls those words. 

When he comes back with the glasses, you don’t waste any second to poor a bit of liqueur. You hand one of the glasses to your roommate and take the other. While you both take a seat on the couch, you take a sip of your drink.  

“Fuck,” Jungkook says. “It’s delicious.” 

A little laugh escapes your lips as you hear him slobber about the drink. Your eyes wander a tiny bit on his face.  

“Indeed,” you say.   

It’s certainly not bad at all. It’s also not that strong for a liqueur, maybe the sweetness hides the hardness of the alcohol. Probably, you won’t be drinking much since you don’t really want to end up drunk in front of Jungkook. You’ll for sure embarrass yourself. 

“This will definitely warm me after this cold rain,” Jungkook says while taking another sip. 

You put your drink down on the coffee table before sitting properly on the couch and placing a blanket on top of your legs. 

“It’s still unbelievable that we’re here,” you tell him. 

“Yep, yep,” he nods and takes another sip. “I would have never bet that one day, I’d travel with you.” He puts down his drink next to yours and sits closer to you. 

This closeness is something you still need to adjust to. It’s so new. 

“Me neither,” you say. “I actually never pictured myself traveling with someone else than Guwon,” you almost whisper at the end of the sentence. 

Guwon was your boyfriend for more than five years. You were dreaming of starting a family with him, seriously considering moving in with him and already discussing marriage. You were madly in love with him and you strongly believed that he was your forever person. But you got it all wrong. 

One day, out of the blue, he told you that he didn’t love you anymore. It devastated you beyond comprehension. You begged for an explanation because how can someone fall out of love? It was inconceivable for you that after all that time, he stopped loving you. He didn’t give you an explanation, he just said he didn’t love you anymore. 

However, everything made sense when you found out he was dating a colleague shortly after your breakup. When that colleague joined the company he’s working for, you still remember that he wouldn’t stop talking about her. He praised her so much. Until one day, he stopped doing it. But right after, he told you he didn’t love you anymore so no need to be a genius to understand he started loving her.  

It hurt even more. 

“I also never thought I’d be one day traveling with someone else than Yoojung,” he adds. 

You bring your legs against your chest and you look down for a little bit. There are so many questions you want to ask him about his breakup but you’re not sure it’s appropriate. 

“Can I ask you a question?” you dare to say. 

Jungkook simply nods while looking at you. 

“How did you find out about the cheating?” 

Your roommate is taken aback by your question. As you notice the expression on his face, you instantly realize that you crossed a line. Now you regret your question. 

“Sorry…” Before you can even continue your sentence, Jungkook replies to your question. 

“A couple of months before, we stopped being intimate,” he starts saying while looking down. “Every time I’d try to initiate anything, she’d give me an excuse. Most of the time, it’d be tiredness. Then, we slowly started not to see or even text each other as often.” 

His eyes now look up, meeting yours filled with sadness and empathy. The same gaze you gave him when he informed you of his separation. 

“At first, I didn’t really notice it, but when people started asking me about her, I’d never be able to give them an answer. So I started to realize something was off.” 

You can hear in his voice how it still breaks him. 

“One day, I simply went to her place without informing her, and that’s when I saw the other guy.” 

Now, your heart breaks for him. In an act of kindness, you grab his hand and squeeze it. Jungkook looks down at your hands, and you gently stroke the back of his hand with your fingers. From the way he suddenly glances at you, you can tell that the gesture moves him. 

“That must have been horrible,” you softly say. 

The man in front of you simply nods. 

“Thankfully, I didn’t see anything that would have destroyed me but you could tell by the way they were looking at each other that they were at least sleeping together. She confessed it afterwards and I left her.” 

Definitely, you want to hug this man. It’s so heartbreaking what he went through. It’s never easy to find out to have a cheating partner. Even though you never considered Guwon to have cheated on you, you wonder if he didn’t. Maybe he kissed his colleague or even went further and left you afterward. 

“Apparently she’s with that guy now, but I don’t care,” he tells you. “I prefer to ignore what she’s doing now and who she’s with.” 

You couldn’t agree more with him. She and Guwon have broken your hearts enough, no need to torture yourselves in knowing what they are doing now. 

“All I care is to heal,” he whispers. 

You caress his hand with your thumb. Although you’re doing it to comfort him, it also has the same effect on you. 

“Looks like you’re going in the right direction,” you tell him with a little smile. “You didn’t cry.” 

Barely a week ago, he wasn’t able to say her name without falling apart. It’s a big step into healing. 

A very tiny smile spreads across his face when he realizes that you’re right. He didn’t cry while talking about the most heartbreaking moment he faced in life. 

“You’re right,” he grabs his drink to take a sip. “It’s even better now with the ice,” he totally changes the topic of conversation. 

You can’t blame him, talking about his cheating ex isn’t pleasant. Plus, you’re here to try to move on from the terrible things Guwon and Yoojung did. 

“Let me taste,” Jungkook hands you your drink before you can even bend to get it from the table. “Thanks,” you whisper with a little shy smile. 

Your roommate winks at you as a way to say ‘you’re welcome’, but oddly, it increases the heat of the room. Very quickly, you drink a bit of the liquor. It instantly cools off a bit the warmth you’re feeling inside you due to Jungkook. 

The liqueur definitely tastes better with ice. The owner was right. Well, you never doubt it since he’s portuguese and knows his country better than anyone else. You’re looking right in front of you since you’re feeling Jungkook’s eyes on you. You’re not brave enough to face him because you know your cheeks will instantly turn red. 

“You know,” he starts saying. “For a long time, I was convinced you and my brother were in love,” you almost choke with your drink when you hear those words. “You’d always be together, almost acting like a couple, but then I found out you were in a relationship so it changed my perspective,” he adds. “Also with time, I realized that it was your way to be friends.” 

You’ve been friends with Joongki for more or less six years, but only a couple of months later, you got to actually meet Jungkook. Of course, you’d already heard a lot about him since your best friend would mention him a lot, but he was living abroad back then. 

And well, if you’re a hundred percent honest, you had a crush on Joongki when you met him. How could you not? Joongki is very good-looking, he’s funny, he’s adorable, and, beyond anything else, he has the biggest heart on earth. Then, that crush eventually faded, and you met Guwon so everything changed. 

However, you’re never going to say anything about this crush, especially to Jungkook. 

Nevertheless, your reaction intrigues your roommate. Your eyes widen, you take a big sip of the liquor, and you try to hide your face. 

“You actually liked my brother,” he points out with evident playfulness in his voice. 

“No,” you immediately retort. 

Obviously, it’s a lie. You’re trying as much as possible to hide yourself but it’s basically impossible. Jungkook is right next to you. 

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t tell him anything, it’s none of my business.” 

You finally look up at him, and for fuck’s sake, he looks stunning. You take another sip. At this pace, your drink will be over in 30 seconds, and you’ll be drunk by then since you don’t know how strong this liqueur is. 

“I’m sure he had a crush on you too at first,” he smiles at you. 

Jungkook gets closer to you, his breath crashing against your neck once he’s very close. Your heart starts acting crazy inside your chest, your heartbeat increasing drastically. You’re both staring at each other, and his eyes are very dark. 

“I mean I would too if I was Joongki,” he whispers in your ear.    

Fuck, this man manages to cause goosebumps all over your body in a matter of seconds. His eyes look up at you, the mood has completely changed. It’s not anymore casual, it’s really giving the ‘i want to kiss you’ vibes. But as you think better about this, it has changed the second it started to rain. 

His eyes switch from your lips to your eyes a couple of times. Without any doubt, you do the same, you even bite your lower lip. You’re definitely desperate to kiss each other. There’s absolutely no doubt.  

Still, you’re unsure if you really want this to happen. You enjoy being here with Jungkook and getting to know him better, but once you kiss, everything between you will change forever. He wouldn’t simply be your roommate and your best friend’s brother anymore. 

Nevertheless, there’s nothing you want more right now. 

You want to know how it feels to be kissed by him, and how it feels to kiss someone with a lip piercing. Your imagination is going wild at the moment.  

You clear your throat and take a step back while placing your hands on his chest. “We can’t,” you shake your head. “It’s not a good idea.” 

Jungkook nods before simply sitting on the couch as he was before. You take a deep breath, trying to gather yourself after this rather intense moment.

Jungkook stares at the ceiling of the bedroom he’s staying in. His mind keeps repeating the moment he almost kissed you. It was quite clear you wanted it as well, but he still doesn’t understand why you push him away. He wonders if it’s maybe too soon for you. Maybe you don’t want to kiss someone else three months after your breakup. 

He sighs. Hopefully, this moment won’t create tension or something like that between you for the rest of your stay. It’s not what he wanted.

Suddenly, he is pulled out of his reverie when he hears a shy knock on the door. He frowns before standing up to open the door. He’s greeted by your sleepy face and messy hair. A little smile appears on his face because he can’t help but find you adorable. 

“I can’t fall asleep,” you tell him while rubbing your eyes. “Can I sleep with you?” 

Well, now that you’re here asking him to sleep here, he’s sure that he didn’t ruin anything. It’s definitely a relief for him. 

“Yes, yes,” he says while opening the door a little wider. 

Without hesitation, you enter the room and he closes the door behind you. He makes his way to the bed before you lay next to him. At first, you put some distance between you two since you’re both unsure what to do. On top of that, you’re both looking at the ceiling as if you’re scared to look at each other. Jungkook can feel his heart beating fast inside his chest. He has never been this nervous to be around a woman that he likes. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you tell him while turning your face to look at him. 

Honestly, this surprises him. “About what exactly?” Obviously, he knows what you’re referring to but he still wants you to say it out loud. 

“When I pushed you away.” 

Jungkook ignores what he can say right now. 

“Don’t be sorry,” those are the only words crossing his mind. 

Still, you keep talking as if he didn’t say anything. “I really wanted to kiss you.” His heart beats even faster now. “But if we do it, it will change everything between us, and I’m not sure I want that.” 

Well, he’s glad you explained why you pushed him away although you didn’t need to. You have your reasons and he can only accept that. Jungkook turns now to his right to finally see your face. You look angelic from this perspective. 

“Why so?” he dares to ask. 

For what feels like an eternity, you don’t talk, probably thinking about the proper answer to give him. His heart is still hammering very fast in his chest, nervous about your answer. This silence feels heavy for him, but all he can do is remain patient. 

“Honestly, I don’t really have a reason,” you say when you break the silence. “Up until now, we were simply roommates and you were Joongki’s brother,” you take a deep breath. “And it was fine like that.” Jungkook’s eyes deviate for a split second to your lips while you speak. “However, everything is different since we came here. You aren’t really a stranger anymore, I got to know you better and to spend good moments with you.” 

Jungkook couldn’t agree more with you. No matter what, when you go back home, your relationship and dynamic will forever be different. In a good way, though. As you mentioned, you’re no longer strangers now. 

“I’m not sure I’m ready for more changes in my life,” you confess while biting your lower lip. 

But the changes are already happening. 

“I totally understand you, yn,” he simply answers. 

Well, the only change Jungkook wants right now is your relationship. It’s evolving in interesting ways and he doesn’t want to hold back this shift between you. 

"A lot has already happened this past few months,” he adds. 

For sure, he prefers things would have happened differently but what can he do? This year has been too chaotic. Being here in Nazaré right now is the only thing that has been able to calm him down. Just for a moment, he can cut himself off the reality to truly rest and heal. 

Slowly, you get closer to him. You only stop when he can feel your hot breath crashing against his face. You’re super super close now. His eyes roam your pretty face, admiring it as much as he can under the light of the night. How could he not notice before how beautiful you are? 

“But the more I think about it, the more I get desperate to kiss you,” your words echo in the room. This is as well unexpected for him. “I’m not sure of anything but fuck, I crave nothing more than to feel your…” 

Before you can even finish your sentence, your roommate crashes his lips against yours. You’re caught by surprise at first, but then, you kiss him back with the same passion. Although it’s a passionate kiss, it’s very soft at first. Jungkook doesn’t want to rush anything, he wants to enjoy this moment. His left hand moves to your cheek, caressing it. 

The kiss is so passionate and deep. Jungkook's lips are soft against yours like he is scared to break you as he kisses you. But they feel good on yours, it’s as if they were meant to kiss you. 

As he’s kissing you, he regrets not having noticed you before. You’re hot, good-looking, intelligent, and above anything else, a wonderful person. For sure, he was in love with Yoojung, but he should have seen you before.   

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate one second when you part your lips to let his tongue meet yours. Your tongues meet for an erotic and slow dance. This is intense, but so fucking good. 

Out of breath, you break the kiss but your roommate’s hand remains on your cheek. You close your eyes briefly, and his eyes stay on you. Even though you’re not kissing anymore, he still can sense your lips on his.  

Jungkook pushes you against him, your head against his toned chest. He places his head on top of yours after pressing a gentle kiss on your head. He’s not sure about what will happen from now on, but he’s certain of one thing, he doesn’t want to let you go. 

Shortly after, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Slowly, you open your eyes. The sun irradiates the room and at first, you close your eyes again as the sun is way too bright. 

While you move in the bed, you rub your eyes before opening them again. Gradually, you perceive the figure lying in bed next to you. A smile spreads across your face when you realize it’s Jungkook. 

The man is looking at you with the brightest smile on his face. He seems happier than ever. You haven’t seen him like that since his split with his ex-girlfriend. That alone makes you smile even more. 

“Good morning,” he says. 

“Good morning to you too,” you reply. 

For a moment, you remain in silence, looking simply at each other. This right here definitely makes you happy. You don’t need anything else. Well, you still want to go watch the impressive waves, but you can stay here a little longer. 

“How was your night?” he asks. 

“Good,” you start saying. “I guess all I needed was a kiss to fall asleep,” the biggest smile appears on his absolutely handsome face. 

“Well, you should try that more often,” he teasingly says. 

“For sure,” you exclaim. 

You’re sure that right now, you both look like idiots with the happiest smiles on your faces. You get closer to Jungkook before pressing a gentle peck against his lips. The feeling of the cold metal of his piercing against your lips sends shivers all over your body. It’s quite special to kiss someone with a lip piercing, it’s a first time for you, but it doesn’t change anything about the fact that he kisses like a god. Actually, you’d say that with the piercing it makes the kiss even more intense. 

The man in front of you presses another peck on your lips before pressing a thousand others more, causing you to giggle. This sound, you haven’t heard it in months, and you’re grateful Jungkook is responsible for it.  

Then, the kisses move to your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw, the corner of your lips, and finally, they start to descend to your neck. You can feel his round nose pressed against your neck as his lips kiss your skin. Instantly, your hands move to his hair to play with it. A very soft and barely audible moan escapes your lips. 

This jovial and playful moment has turned into a very heated one. 

Jungkook’s lips keep going down, dangerously getting closer to your cleavage. Your breath is getting heavier, your heart beating faster, and your eyes fluttering shut. As he gets closer and closer, soft moans leave your lips, indicating to Joongki’s brother that he’s doing everything well.  

Before he even reaches your breasts, he retreats to take a look at your pretty face. When you feel the cold air brushing against your skin, you open your eyes to watch him. His teeth are now playing with the metal ring on his lips while his eyes are clearly devouring you. Dam, this is turning you on. 

“Do we keep going?” 

You’re about to answer when suddenly, his phone starts buzzing. Someone is trying to call him. He turns around to check who’s calling him. 

“It’s Joongki,” he says before answering. 

Jungkook sits on the bed, and you do exactly the same. The call doesn’t last long, your roommate barely talks, it’s mostly your best friend talking, you can hear it. Once he puts his phone down, he looks at you. 

“He tried to call you, but since you weren’t answering, he was getting worried,” he tells you. 

You only nod. “Maybe I should go call him,” you say. 

“Well,” Jungkook says as his face gets closer to yours once more. “Maybe you could call him later,” he teasingly says. “He interrupted something.” 

A smile appears on your face before you kiss him with evident passion. For sure, your best friend interrupted something, and he can wait because you’re slowly but surely getting desperate for his brother. 

“He can probably wait a little bit longer,” you whisper against his lips. 

Your teeth bite his lower lip, causing him to moan. That sound alone makes you grow wetter inside your panties. His hands move down to your waist, and before you can even comprehend, they are pushing your pajama pants down your legs. 

Once they are at your ankle, his lips hungrily kiss you. You’re definitely desperate for this man. You want more. You don’t simply want to be kissed by this man. You want him to rail the shit out of you. Hopefully, he’s good in bed. 

While eagerly kissing each other, you lay down in bed. Jungkook is now hovering over you, his mouth still on yours. By reflex, your legs open to welcome him after removing your pants with your feet. He presses his hips against yours, his growing bulge now against your wet core. That sensation alone makes you moan. 

Teasingly, he slowly rolls his hips against yours, but he doesn’t stop kissing you as a desperate man. You hold his pajama shirt firmly as you moan against his lips. Without any doubt, your panties are getting soaked. Jungkook is fucking you when you’re still fully clothed. 

His lips finally set free from yours so he can rest his forehead against yours. His lusty eyes stare deep into yours which causes you to moan. Your walls clench around emptiness, but you’re slowly getting desperate to feel something inside you. 

Jungkook’s hips stop moving only for him to speak. “Sit on my face,” he says. “But first, remove your underwear, angel,” he adds. 

No need to be a genius to understand that he wants to eat you out while you sit on his face. It’s something you never tried before so you’re not sure how this is supposed to go. However, you desire nothing more than being eaten out by this man so you do as he says so. 

In a matter of seconds, you throw your underwear onto the floor. Jungkook moves to be now lying down in bed with an eager smile on his face. He bites his lower lip when he sees your core. 

“I’ve never done that before,” you confess when you get closer to him. 

“Okay,” he nods. “All you have to do is sit on my face and enjoy the ride, love,” he tells you. 

The little cute nicknames make your heart flutter.  

You place yourself over his head, your heart pounding fast. You feel a bit shy to have your pussy on full display on his face. 

“Nice,” he tells you. “Now, bring yourself closer to my face,” you do as he says so, his hands grabbing your thighs to guide you down against his face. “Perfect,” his hot breath tickles your core which makes you move a tiny bit. 

The sweet scent of your arousal makes him hungry, causing him to lick his lips. “Your cunt smells so good, yn,” he whispers against your core. 

His nose brushes against your core, a small moan leaving your lips at the feeling. As he hears the barely audible moan, he deliberately breathes against your throbbing core, the cool air sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, you grow wetter which gives him more juices to lap. A smirk grows on his face when he notices it.  

Before you can even process what is happening, he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking at it. The coldness of his lip piercing and the tickling of his nose on your core instantly send goosebumps throughout your entire body. Little moans leave your lips while he starts to torture you with his mouth. It surprises you how cold his piercing is. 

This is by far the best oral sex experience you’ve ever had. First of all, nobody else has ever eaten you out like that. And on top of that, you’re wondering how on earth you’ve never done it this way. In this position, it feels like you can sense everything even more. 

Automatically, you bury your hand in Jungkook’s hair, pulling it as he laps your sensitive clit with his tongue. A groan rumbles from his chest, the sound echoing against your skin. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of having his nose in your core. He makes sure to take his time as he wants you to grow wetter and wetter, he doesn’t want to rush things because he wants you two to enjoy this moment. 

After a little while, he buries his tongue in your hole, causing an explosion of fireworks inside you. The man laps at your arousal as if his life was at stake. His eyes glance up at you, enjoying the way your body is contorting with delight. An evil smirk appears on his face while he keeps lapping at your juices. Your back arches, causing you to push your pussy closer to his mouth, and a trail of moans escapes your pretty lips. 

“So pretty,” Jungkook mutters against your core. 

Naturally, you start rolling your hips over his head, your hand running and pushing your hair back in order to not stick against your face as you start to sweat. The moans get louder as the wave of pleasure begins to strongly build within your lower stomach, his ears hissing at the sweet but loud sounds.   

His eyes glance down with marvel at your core. Everything about you is extremely wonderful. 

Jungkook senses the orgasm building stronger inside you at an extremely fast pace. Your body is moving more and more, your walls are clenching way too much, and your moans are also getting high-pitched. The man starts to suck harder on your core to make you come all over his face. That’s all he wishes for right now.  

Your free hand goes to the headboard of the bed to hold yourself onto something. The man below you is sucking and lapping every single drop of your arousal, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. It’s a matter of seconds before you come undone all over his face. 

“Jungkook,” you mutter as your hips desperately roll over his face. 

The man underneath you detaches his mouth when your legs start shaking, indicating that your orgasm is finally hitting you intensely. His name leaves your mouth when the wave of pleasure explodes inside you, your back arching even more, and you close your eyes to enjoy every second of it. 

Your arousal leaks over his pretty lips while he watches with marvel at the way you come over his face. This man is without any doubt very skilled with his mouth and tongue. Not only does he kiss well, but he also knows how to bring pleasure. 

Jungkook moves under you, your core now pressed against his covered chest. It takes you a moment to come down from your high, he can even feel your walls clenching against his toned chest. His hands caress your hips, trying to bring you comfort as you come down. His eyes never leave your pretty face. 

He swears he has never seen any prettier woman. 

His hands are caressing your thighs as he admires you. Your cheeks are red, your hair is a complete mess, and your pretty lips are swollen from the intense making out that happened minutes ago. 

When you realize that you’re dirtying his pajama with your arousal, you stand up but his strong hands firmly hold you tight against him. “What are you doing?” he asks with obvious confusion. 

“I’m dirtying your pajamas,” you answer. 

“Don’t worry about that, angel,” he winks at you. 

Since you don’t want to make his pajamas dirtier and you want to give him pleasure, you move your body down on his. This time around, he realizes what you’re about to do. The simple thought of feeling your hand around him makes him grow harder. 

Without an ounce of hesitation, you push down his pajamas pants with his underwear. He raises his hips to help you out, and you throw them on the floor. Once his cock is freed, it slaps against his shirt.  

Your eyes instantly glance down at the beast between his legs. He is massive. Even massive is probably an understatement. For sure, he holds the record for the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. In a matter of seconds, Jungkook takes the last piece of clothing off his body to be fully naked in front of you. 

You patiently wait for him to lay back on the bed so you can place yourself in between his toned legs, your hands running up and down his thighs. You bite your lips as you’re watching him getting naked. His body is very toned. His chest is broad as fuck, and his arm is fully covered in tattoos. This pretty much gives bad-boy vibes. Thankfully, you know that he isn’t one. Well, at least, he doesn’t seem to be one.  

You also remove your top in order to be fully naked as well. It’s not as sexy as the way he removed his shirt, but you’re now naked together. 

“Can I touch you?” you ask him, your eyes glancing up to meet his.  

With his eyes locked with yours, he nods. He’s completely desperate to feel your fingers around him. Since you’re equally desperate to please him, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick. 

His head is red, precum running down his length and over that prominent vein that lines it. You rub your thumb over the tip before going down on his shaft, spreading his arousal all over him. A deep moan escapes his lips as your hands finally touch him, his head falling completely on the pillow.       

“Damn, angel,” he growls, “you’re touching me so fucking perfectly.” 

A smile appears on your face at his words. Based on your ex words, you are very skilled with your hands so you hope to provide a lot of pleasure to Jungkook. You want to reward him with the same pleasure he granted you with his mouth.  

Slowly, you start pumping him, your hand gliding up and down his length. A trail of groans leaves his lips while you pump him nice and slow. Every time your hand reaches the base, Jungkook shivers, loving how you’re touching him. 

As you pump his massive length with your hands, you never stop glancing at him. There’s nothing more rewarding than seeing him melting in your hands.

It’s absolutely incredible to think that you’re sharing such an intimate moment. Barely a week ago it was inconceivable that you’d be here with him. So, this alone is a surprise. Yesterday night, while you were turning in your bed, you were only thinking about the kiss he almost gave you. And now, you’re basically having sex. 

That’s incredible.  

After a little while, you dip down to kiss the head of his cock, causing deeper and louder moans to leave his mouth. You lick his tip, his precum coating your tongue before you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock to fully sink down on his length. 

“Shit, yn,” he groans, loving the warmth of your mouth around him. 

He swears that he’s about to fall apart, painting your throat white with his seed. For a little while, your head bobs up and down his length, your tongue twirling along to try to satisfy him as much as possible. Your roommate closes his eyes while he lets his pleasure overwhelm him. 

When he opens his eyes, he’s graced with your filthy eyes staring up at him. He never knew that he desperately needed to see you looking at him like that. That sight alone makes him bust right there, his hot seed filling that pretty mouth of yours. You swallow every single drop of his hot cum, but your eyes never leave his face as he groans loudly.  

Jungkook looks incredibly hot when he has an orgasm. 

Slowly, he comes down from his high, your mouth leaving his cock to just watch him being completely overwhelmed with his orgasm. He looks like an absolute angel but clearly, an angel that seems to have had his cock sucked. His hair is already messy, and his lips are all wet with your arousal, which honestly looks pretty good on him. 

“Would you want to keep going?” he asks with his heavy breathing. 

The simple fact that he raises the question melts your heart. Your ex never did that before. Once you’d start, he would just keep going without checking if you’d want to stop or not. Well, obviously, you never wanted him to stop. But now, you wished he could have asked it. 

It’s pretty obvious you want more but he still wants to make sure you want it. He’s not going to force you to do anything, he has never been like that. After you pushed him away yesterday, he honestly expected you to do the same as things started to get steamy. 

You crawl over his body so both your faces are close. For a brief moment, you just glance at each other. You bend down, your face getting closer to his ear, “yes, I want it,” you whisper with a smile on your face. 

Jungkook bites his lower lip, he’s having goosebumps all over his body. “I didn’t bring any condom,” he informs you. “I wasn’t expecting this to happen.” 

If he knew beforehand that you’d have sex, he would have bought a hundred condoms. He would have used all your free time to fuck you senseless. But this is highly unexpected. 

“Don’t worry,” you say. “I have a vaginal ring.” 

For years, you’ve been trying different birth control. At first, it was the pill, but very quickly you changed to the vaginal ring since it felt better than the pill.  

You press a sweet kiss on his lips. A sincere smile grows on his face, he’s so happy to be here today with you. With your hands, you grab his little monster before brushing it against your pussy. A whimper leaves his lips while he shuts his eyes close. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock. 

A deep moan leaves your mouth as his massive dick stretches you out, your hands falling on his chest to balance yourself. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock deeper inside you.

“You’re so big,” you whisper. 

“If it’s too big, we can stop,” he proposes. 

“Eeeh,” you slap his chest. “There’s no way we stop here, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook giggles at your words, his face lighting up when he does so. He’s incredibly beautiful when he’s smiling.   

You sit on his lap with his cock almost completely inside you, your eyes looking down at him with a bright smile on your face. Jungkook licks his lips, loving to have this beautiful sight in front of him. At this precise moment, he’s wondering why you both lost your time with your exes. This is a hundred times better than all the times he had sex with his ex, and it’s only the beginning.   

Very slowly, you start rolling your hips, causing small whimpers to leave his lips. His eyes never leave you as he wishes you to see him starting to melt down under your slow torture. 

“You’re riding me like a pro, yn,” he compliments you, letting you also know that you’re doing it right. 

“Thanks,” you sincerely say. 

Riding your ex is something you wouldn’t do that often, but you’d enjoy it when it happened. 

“But,” he starts saying. “I don’t want this to be any slow.” His hands hold your hips tightly allowing him to turn both your bodies to have you now under him.

“Eeeeh,” you say as he places you under him.  

His lips find yours for another kiss, the taste of your juice being all over his soft lips while he can taste a bit of his cum inside your mouth.  

“I’m gonna wreck you so bad,” he whispers against your lips. Your walls clench around his cock, causing him to moan at the end of his sentence. 

“Then, do it,” you reply. “Ruin me.”   

Jungkook slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you with delight. He brutally pushes his cock fully inside you, a loud moan leaving your lips. For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you before his lips meet yours again for a sloppy kiss. 

“Will you stay like that forever?” you cock an eyebrow. 

“Looks like someone is impatient,” he chuckles. 

For a second, his eyes get lost in your body, groaning as he watches himself buried deep inside you. You’re completely intoxicated by the feeling of him stretching your walls. 

Without wasting any more time, he pulls back brutally before slamming himself back into you. He leans closer again before licking the spot just under your ear. His hands slowly travel down your body to rest on your hips while his hips slowly thrust into you. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans quickly fill the bedroom. 

“Damn,” you manage to say. “You really know how to use that cock.” 

Sex with your ex was totally different. He’d always prefer to do things nice and slow, it would never be rough. He didn’t like it at all. Honestly, since you didn’t experience much before him, it was fine for you. You enjoyed it as well. 

However, now that you’re being fucked by Jungkook, you realize that a bit of roughness can be better. 

Jungkook chuckles at your words. “Of course I do,” he whispers in your ear. “After all, I ain’t called the best man in bed for nothing.” 

You roll your eyes. This man seems to have quite a big ego. For sure, you can agree so far with that title ⏤ most probably a self-given title ⏤ but you won’t say it.    

The feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his covered cock. He licks his lips as he notices the sticky mess you’re causing. 

“You’re making such a mess, yn,” he growls.  

His cock is buried deep inside you, brushing against your walls which only causes you to moan even louder. You grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jungkook’s hard thrusts. 

“And you’re responsible for that mess,” you teasingly say although you’re completely lost in your euphoric state. 

“You’re a fucking tease, yn,” he hisses. “Never imagined you like that.” 

“Should have fucked me sooner to find it out,” you wink at him. 

Honestly, you’re even surprising yourself by being such a tease. With your ex, you’d talk in bed but it wouldn’t be like this. With Jungkook, you simply can’t help yourself, he’s literally giving you everything to tease him. 

“That’s my biggest regret right now, angel,” he manages to say in between his moans. 

His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing it. 

His hands move on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them to make you moan with desire before his fingers start playing with your nipples. Moans flood out of your mouth as he tortures your body like no one else.  

“Damn, Jungkook,” you say. 

His thrusts become again slow and harsh while his fingers on your nipples are pushing you closer and closer to the edge. This man is without any doubt very skilled when it comes to sex. Fuck, you wished you would have sex sooner.  

Gradually, Jungkook resumes to thrust hard into you, and your moans follow his harsh movements as they get louder and louder. Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you harshly. His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust, the way you’re losing yourself further into pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard, angel.” 

As you glance up at him, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. His eyes stare down at you with so much passion and desire as his tongue licks his lower lips. He keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with more urgency. Quickly enough, you sense inside your stomach the powerful feeling of pleasure growing. This is becoming overwhelming. 

“Gonna come so hard,” you tell him. 

His fingers pinch your nipples while his cock twitches inside of you at your words, a low groan rumbling in his chest.  

“Don’t hold back, angel.”

Since he wants to torture you more and more as you get closer to your orgasm, one of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot as his cock keeps slamming roughly inside you. 

“Jungkook,” you almost scream in surprise. 

His fingers on your clit are what you need for your orgasm to explode intensely, making you come hard around him. Your walls squeeze him over and over again while you come all over him. 

While you’re completely euphoric from your orgasm, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts. 

Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made. A loud groan leaves his mouth when his orgasm hits him hard, your name rolling out of his tongue. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and releases his load inside you, his semen painting your walls white.

Jungkook collapses over you, both your bodies covered in sweat. While you both come down from your high, you simply enjoy this proximity. You wrap your arms around his body to hold him tightly against you. Nobody talks. The room is only filled with your heavy breathing while you caress his back. 

This is a fantastic way to start the day. After this steamy session, for sure, your day is only going to be amazing. Hot sex with Jungkook in Nazaré is a combo you never thought you needed. 

However, once you are calmer, Jungkook stands up with a smile on his face. He doesn’t need to say anything else for you to understand that there will be a round 2. Fuck, this man has an impressive stamina.   

“On your fours, angel,” he growls.   

“So now, it’s doggy style,” you say as you follow his order, positioning yourself on your hands and knees but you make sure that your ass and pussy are on full display to him. 

Jungkook gets closer to you. “My favorite position ever,” he whispers against your ear. 

Your roommate takes a step back, his hand holding his hard dick to stroke it a bit as he places himself behind you. His tongue licks his lips while his eyes are glued to your pussy. Slowly, you press your chest against the mattress to give him more visibility to your wet core. You can still feel inside you his release. 

Jungkook’s hand touch your pussy to gently touch it. “Still fucking wet,” he mumbles but you can hear it. 

“Because you’re fucking me senseless,” you reply, and you moan when he slaps your pussy. Fuck, you’ll have an orgasm before he’ll even be inside you.  

“That’s the whole point of what we’re doing,” he grabs your right arm to pin it behind your back, slowly shoving his cock into you again. 

You whine, your teeth biting your lower lip as he resumes to pound into you again. He slowly rolls his hips into your pussy. 

“Shit, I’m not going to last long,” he grunts. 

He leans down, his right hand going down from your waist to your thighs. His fingers brush against your clit, making you moan a bit louder, and they pinch your clit while you bite harder on your lower lip. The man behind you never ceases to thrust into you harshly, making you see stars. 

Every muscle of your body tenses as Jungkook abuses both your clit and pussy. But you decide to torture him a bit as well, it’d be only fun for him to torture you. You clench your walls around him, making him groan louder and smirk

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he moans lustfully as he gives you a harsher thrust.  

You’re unable to reply since Jungkook has decided to increase his pace. His hips slam into yours ruthlessly which causes the whole bed to shake under your bodies. Your moans are louder and louder as his cock hits all your sweet spots. The pleasure is slowly but surely growing strongly inside you, and you try as hard as possible to hold your orgasm. 

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Jungkook whimpers.  

The second the words leave his mouth, he fills you with his cum and he holds your hips tightly while he gives you small harsh thrusts. Your name rolls out of his tongue, and you decide to let go of your orgasm. There’s no point in holding back. Your walls squeeze him hard when your orgasm hits you once more, your arousal leaking all over his cock.     

Jungkook pulls out of you before he lays down next to you on the bed. You come closer to him, his arm wrapping around you to hold you tight against him. None of you speaks while you both catch your breaths. 

“I guess now you can call my brother,” his lips press a gentle kiss on top of your head.

A little chuckle leaves your lips at his words. “Let me first catch my breath,” you tell him. “I’m sure he’ll understand right away what we did.” 

“Well, I don’t mind him knowing it,” Jungkook replies while doing circles in your back with his fingers. 

“But I’m convinced he doesn’t want to,” you look up at him. “Personally, I wouldn’t want to know that my brother fucked my best friend.” 

Jungkook giggles before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

Joongki will probably know one day what happened here, but you don’t want him to know it just yet. You’re not sure how he’ll react, and honestly, you’re a bit scared of his reaction. Will he hate you for sleeping with his brother? Probably not, but it still would be weird to say to your best friend that his brother slept with you. 

After an hour in bed talking about random things, you and Jungkook decide to leave the apartment and go admire the waves again. After all, you’re here for that. 

Usually, you’d directly go to the top of the sturdy rock since the waves are more impressive from there. But today, you decide to go to the beach. They are less massive, but still, you can admire them from another point of view. 

You’re sitting at the edge of the sidewalk, right where the sand begins. The sea isn’t that far from you so you really have a beautiful view from where you are. The sea seems more furious than yesterday so Jungkook knows you won’t stay long here before going to the top of the massive rock. 

“Today, the sea is creating bigger waves,” you tell Jungkook. “It’s quite impressive.” 

He turns his head to look at you. In all honesty, when you moved in with him five years ago, he barely noticed you. He had just come back from New Zealand where he lived for two years. His relationship with Yoojung was starting and his mind was definitely somewhere else. You were simply the best friend of his brother. Nothing more. 

However, today, he regrets he didn’t really look at you back then. It would have probably spared him a heartbreak. But, at the end of the day, isn’t it prettier that things between you start here in Nazaré, a place you both wanted to visit? 

Of course, you still have to figure out things between you. Obviously, you like each other so you’ll have to see what happens after this trip. Jungkook won't force you to do anything. If you don’t want to give a shot to whatever is going on between you, he’ll respect your choice. 

You turn your face to look at Jungkook, offering him a smile when you notice that he’s already looking at you. 

“What do you think will happen after this trip?” Jungkook asks you. 

You shrug. “I’m not sure,” you say at first. “But if you’d like, we could continue what started here.” 

Now, he’s the one smiling, and he’s smiling like an idiot, he’s aware of that. 

“I’d love to,” he says with the brightest smile on his face. 

Your face gets closer to him and Jungkook breaks the space between your faces to kiss you gently. This is undoubtedly the biggest surprise this trip offered him. After the kiss, you simply lay your head on his shoulder while you keep admiring the beauty of the sea. Nazaré, the town where you fell in love with each other. 

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Oh my god are u able to do a male reader x Kun one where they just obsessed with giving each other praises and worshipping their bodies?

QUICK FIX GAY #10: WayV Kun x Male Reader Body Worship

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: WayV Kun & Male Reader

Content: Body appreciation, Sweet/romantic, Kun top/reader bottom

Type of Sex: VANILLA

Word Count: 1,057

I've had a hard time writing body worshipping and compliments. Maybe I need to read some more stories to learn how to do it. I'm not sure if my attempt here is what you were looking for, but if anyone knows of any great body appreciation, praises and worship stories please send me some links 😊 I want to learn and get better at writing this kind of smut.

Kun smiles wide at you as you lay naked in his arms, gently drawing little circles on his bare stomach. He can't believe how much he loves you, and the fact that he gets to enjoy romantic, intimate moments like this on the regular.

“You're amazing babe, you know that?” he asks in a soft, dreamy voice. He sounds a little coarse, barely awake even though you've had sex already on this wonderful morning.

You look up and your eyes meet. You smile too, your heart all warm and fuzzy. “No, you're amazing,” you say. “I feel so happy right now.”

“You read my mind. You have such a beautiful soul. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

You put your hand on his soft chest and pull yourself up to kiss his wonderful lips. You smile wide as your mouths press together, and he closes his eyes as your presence fills his heart with joy.

Your hand moves down his chest and back to his stomach. You feel his abs and suddenly sense a tingle between your legs. “Mm, you're so sexy,” you whisper, lips still on his, turning the beautiful moment between two people in love sexual.

Kun opens his eyes and grins. “Oh yeah?” he says and partly sists up. The duvet slides down your bodies and he looks down to appreciate you too.

“You're the sexiest person I know,” he says and puts a hand on your waist.

You move your hand a little faster up and down his front. “Your skin is so soft and smooth. Your waist is just perfect. Fuck, you always turn me on so bad.”

Kun can't stop grinning at your words as he attacks you with his lips. He kisses your mouth but quickly moves down to your chest, as he rolls into your arms and you turn on your back.

“I just love your nipples,” he teases while planting his lips on them. He sticks out his tongue and playfully flicks it as the nipple harden.

You let out a laugh, aroused by the wet sensation. “God, you're amazing!” you exclaim and turn your head toward the ceiling. “Babe, stop, that's ticklish!”

Kun leaves the nipple alone and moves further down your body. His lips jump down your stomach and onto your belly button, where he pulls his head back and sticks his fingers in.

“This is what I imagine a vagina feels like,” he says while swirling his finger around in the hole. The comment makes you laugh out loud.

You sit up too and put your fingers under his chin. You lift his head so you can kiss him on the lips, and study his face with your eyes.

“You're gorgeous,” you say. “A piece of art.”

Kun scoffs but takes the compliment. He reaches for your cheek and gently traces your jaw. “Like a sculpture,” he says softly.

“A pretty shitty one,” you joke, not as good as him at taking compliments.

“No, a work of art by the most famous sculpter in the world.”

“My mom's famous?” you ask and raise an eyebrow. Kun doesn't even react to the joke.

Instead he leans in close to kiss you again. You make out, while your hands explore each other's bodies. Eventually you sit up straight, lean in over him, and he's the one who lies on his back.

The duvet glides all the way down over your feet. You lift a knee to sit over his crotch. You look down at his sexy figure, appreciating every detail on his skin and the muscles as they tense when he makes himself comfortable.

He puts his hands on your thighs and hips. They slide up your side while you study each other's fronts. He feels your chest, looks at your stomach, and eventually pays attention to the hard dick between your legs.

“If there's art in the room it's this thing,” he says and gently grabs the shaft. Meanwhile you imagine his own boner below your ass cheeks.

He lifts your shaft and turns it, studying it with a playful expression as if he's an art critics trying to find flaws in a perfect painting.

He can't find any. You let him have his fun until you laugh and slap his wrist. He lets go of your erection and looks up.

You smile wide when your eyes meet. You genuinely think he's the most beautiful creature you've ever seen. Clearly he feels the same way about you, and that is part of why the attraction between you has always been so strong.

“I can't believe you're my boyfriend,” he says softly. His eyes shine when he looks at you with love and passion.

“I can't believe you're mine,” you counter, and suddenly feel butterflies in your stomach, like you used to do when you first met.

“I love you so much,” he says while his hands start moving up and down your body again.

“I love you too,” you say, and your hands glide up his stomach and chest when you lean down far to kiss him.

You make out, long and passionately. Your dick rubs against his abdomen, and your body starts to rock back and forth when his grip tightens around your hips and ass. He's hard too, and you lift your ass when he reaches down between your bodies and legs.

“Mmm,” he moans when he plays around your cheeks with his shaft.

“Wanna go again?” you ask in between soft kisses, when the head presses near your hole.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “You're the most beautiful person I know. I want to have sex with you always.”

You giggle at the shower of appreciation. You raise your ass higher to let him in. The head presses harder against the hole, and you hold your breath when you slowly sit back down.

The head gradually expands you. Your strong sense of joy is replaced by pleasure when the dick slips all the way in.

You genuinely can't believe how lucky you are to have found the perfect man. And as you slowly begin to fuck – for the second time on this incredible morning filled with lust and love – Kun is thinking the exact same thing.

He's so hot. He really is beautiful inside and out.

[blue-sadie]

"My body wants you as badly as my heart does" with Tsutey x reader please 😘

My Heart, My Soul

Tsutey x Pregnant Human Reader

Summary: ever since the announcement your treated like a fragile peace of glass that can break with a single tap

Warning: insecure reader, pregnant sex, riding

Yn/3rd person pov

Mo'at thought it was miracle but also a disgrace "the baby is healthy" she said as her hands ghosted over my small bulging stomach.

I looked to the side seeing tsutey eye her movements as if she was a threat "eywa has blessed you both" she murmured standing up and looking at tsutey as if they were having an unspoken conversation.

He shook his head disapprovingly and she just walked out "what was that about tsutey" I asked worryingly as I sat up and pulled down my shirt.

He sighed loudly and pulled me into him "she's just wondering if this is still the best for us my love" we slowly started to walk back to the lab so I can take off my mask.

Some of the other na'vis watched and whispered as we walked by as tsutey loomed over me like a protective shield making sure I wouldn't stumble and fall.

His protectiveness increased by like 100 since I announced my pregnancy to him he treats me like a glass object that is so fragile and would break at the slightest touch.

He's even stopped having sex with me and with my hormones and insecurities it's starting to get to me, we continued walking into we reached my room and closed the door.

I carefully removed my mask and took a few deep breaths before speaking "do you love me anymore" I could already feel the tears prick my eyes and run down my cheeks before I could stop them.

I didn’t even have to look at him to know he was already looking at me in confusion "what do you mean my love" he asked and squated to my height beside me.

When I didn't look at him he carefully moved one of his hands to lightly guide my face to look at his, his eyes softening as he sees my tears.

"You don't t-touch me a-and it feels like y-you don't love m-me" I hiccup and my hands started to shake he grinned at my foolishness and peck my lips lovingly.

"My love my body wants you as much as my heart does but I do not want to hurt you or the baby" he cooed as his hands gently ghosted off of my baby bump.

I started to cry happy tears as I giggled wiping my tears away "im sorry if I made you doubt my love for you" Tsu'tey murmured as he stood up and slowly started to usher me to bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed his body barely fitting on it he wrapped his arms around me bringing me into his chest.

He whispered sweet things to me and talked about his up coming hunt I slowly sat up as an idea popped into my head "tsu can I try something please" I asked quietly.

He stared at me and noded slowly his eyes watching my movements as I climbed off the bed and slowly shimied off my pants and underwear off.

"Baby-" I interrupted him "Tsu'tey please I need you" I pleaded as I crawled to him pawing at his thighs "please tsu" I murmured.

He groaned slightly rubbing his face roughly and nodded forcefully "ok my love just please do not hurt yourself" he said and moved his loincloth aside.

I carefully climbed onto his lap and sunk back onto his cock groaning out "are you ok my love" he asked worriedly I sighed out and nodded eagerly.

"I'm ok" I whispered and slowly started to move up and down careful not to hurt me or the baby my hands grazing his chest my nails slightly digging into his skin, I closed my eyes tightly throwing my head back.

"M-my love" Tsu'tey groaned his hands gripping my hips tightly my moans were loud and shakey as I started going a little bit faster I opened my eyes to gaze at his lustfilled expression.

"My body yearns for you my love" he murmured his hands ghosting up and down my sides almost guiding me up and down on his cock.

My heart flattened at his words and my stomach tightened as my climax started to near "f-fuck tsu" I whined my eyes rolling back as his cock started to pulse.

"My love please cum for me" he breathed out as he pulled me into a deep kiss my hands moving to cup his face.

"T-tsu'tey" I cried out as I cam clenching around him "my love" he groaned gritting his teeth as he threw his head back.

His cum shooting inside me "fuck" I curesed we both panted and he just started to chuckle "what" I asked looking at him weirdly.

"Nothing my love it's just I can't but fall in love with you all over again"

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[plantyberry]

Part 10: Chapter 2-2, or, 'I cast: Summon soulmate!'

I have no excuse for what comes next, other than "I am very distractible your honor".

Cuckoo points

When watching the TV with Adrian (after Lorelei appears) -My spidey senses are tingling. +1 Cuckoo

When the barrier goes up: -I burst out singing the infamous Doom Song. +1 Cuckoo

Walking through the forest: -I just keep a watchful eye out for any potential lurking yeti. +1 Cuckoo

Baby's first spell: -"IÃ! IÃ Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh cthulhu r'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!" +1 Cuckoo -I know what I must do. And that means beginning to dance the Macarena. +1 Cuckoo --I wonder if pocket snakes and pocket spiders can get along well together? +1 Cuckoo

If you STILL didn't get your cursed mark healed and you have a gun, throw it at the hellhound. +1 Cuckoo

If you are an Imposter, after the suspicious billboard appears: -"I thought I just saw a mutant wolf-bear-shark/zombie standing by the side of the road!" +1 Cuckoo

Upon meeting Percy, if you are his soulmate: -Oh my god, it's my soul mate! +1 Cuckoo

Before the introductions: -This is in preparation for the lunatic asylum, obviously. +1 Cuckoo

Percy's 20 Questions: -How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? +1 Cuckoo

The chess game (Must know SOMETHING about Arthurial lore) -A fine tradition just so long as a chess set doesn't go zooming around the room +1 Cuckoo

Rock Paper Scissors contest: -Never mind, all this. I begin dancing the Tango de la Muerte. +1 Cuckoo

Final round of the Rock Paper Scissors against Merlin: -I begin imagining a naked Homer Simpson seductively dancing around while singing "Meow, meow, meow!" +1 Cuckoo

The Chess: -I flick my marble and knock several of my opponents' pieces out of their peg holes. +1 Cuckoo

How to Soulmate Percy T. Longspear

I noticed several people were asking, so now you shall receive!

You need: Cuckoo over 30 And Corruption under 0 Will rating over 7 a Hero score over 0 Sweet over 100 or two-faced(Sweet) Purity over 3

A rather hefty list when ou think about it, but easier to think about when breaking it down.

Cuckoo Score >= 30

The cuckoo score is what my entire guide is about, but there are ways to determine how high yours is during the game:

After the dream sequence, if cuckoo > 30: "Hello, can you hear me?" During the mysterious quotes.

When casting the spell to detect a harbinger, if cuckoo>30: A moment of startlement and someone reaches forth." There you are "And with that, it vanishes.

(In other words, Percy reaches out to you through the Malkavian Network Cuckoo Sensor)

If either of those appear for you in-game, you're golden.

Hero > 0

The hero score is a tally of your 'heroic' actions. You gain 1 point when you WILLINGLY rescue your clubmate and another when you try protecting Adriand from the hellhound (must pass the fear check)

Purity >=3

Purity is the easiest: Be a general heroic do-gooder. Don't steal, don't swear, ever (seriously, swearing too much actually tanks your purity), and don't get mindcontrolled. In 2-2, when confronted to the choice about swearing, picking the first option (As usual my mind remains pure and free of any swear words that might fit this exact situation.) already gives you +2. If you went to the rescue during Club? Gain +1. If you tried protecting Adrian from the hellhound? Another +1 and enough to put you in the clear.

Warning: Picking Serial Killer will give you a grand total of -1000 purity, therefore locking you out of soulmate status automatically

Sweet >= 100 or two-faced(Sweet)

Sweet is self-explanatory and I'm not high enough on sugar to even think about making a Sweet Guide. Pick the general 'nice' options and it should be easy.

Will >=7

The Big One, the options to gain some Will aren't that common, sooooo, I guess… SneakyWillPointsGuideUpToMeetingPercyGO! (Ignoring the mind control, demon mark shenanigans, and the will loss mitigations though (they're not net positives after all))

An impromptu Will points guide!

Prologue:

Wake Up: +1 Will

In the Apartment:

Childhood (Amnesia): will +1 After the TV turns itself on, keep turning it off until you get the Sysiphus achievement: will +1 Hobby (Criminal): will +1 BUT Also gives +1 Corruption Phone (Juke): will +1 Try to exorcise the TV: will +1

Adrian Convo:

Be stubborn about your outfit choices (dresses, tux, Spandex…). One example is the infamous Tange de la Muerte episode (complete with Keikaku achievement). will +1 If you're a security guard, refuse to run away and tell Adrian what happened in the Parking Lot: will +1 Talk about intrusive thoughts and give him a rundown of the ones you've had: will +1 Ask about the apocalypse and when asked about why, reply with "Meta Knowledge": will +1 BUT Also gives +1 Corruption

Polo Club:

Deny foreshadowing 7 times. will +1 Talent(Lucid dreamer) will +1 If you fell off your horse: I somewhat painfully rise to my feet under my own power. will +1 During the match, ignore everything and "I ignore everything else and keep my eyes riveted to the lurching void that shambles ever closer." will +1 (your vice must NOT be Greed) Successfully rescue Pippa: will +1

Fencing Club:

On the way to the club, keep your eyes on the prize: will +1 Keep procrastinating and avoid changing/delay 4 times: will +1 (If your vice is Sloth, gain +1 Vice level which is… Ominous.) In the Stalls, when told to come out and play: -Scream bloody murder for Adrian, then refuse to move: will +1 -Pull out your weapon at the ready: will +1 Talent(Lucid dreamer) will +1 Before the match: I gravely inform the audience that only masked eyes are allowed to behold my full splendor. will +1 (Need Cuckoo >4) During the sword match, before the sword breaks: I concentrate fully on the fencing bout I'm currently engaged in. will +1 After the match, try changing in the Changing rooms with Brenda: will +1

Fencing failure (Paramedic): Immediately start applying pressure on Zain (Don't go for the station): -I just focus on my work right in front of me. Complexion pale. No stridor or wheezing. Was it just the sight of all the blood that caused him to lose consciousness? will +1

Sword Club Bad end (Paramedic) -Still I plod on. This is why I'm a paramedic. will +1

As far as secrets go, being a serial killer gives you will +1 while lying about your amnesia gives you will +3

The Time Bubble:

If Fear checked against hellhound pass: -I pull out my weapon from its bag. It's better than nothing. will +1 -I protectively step in front of Adrian, much to his great consternation. will +1

When arriving to your building, take the stairs. will +1 STOICALLY plod your way up the stairs. will +1 Ignore Adrian's advice: will +1 In front of your apartment: Never mind going into my apartment. Let's stay in the corridor. will +1 Inside your apartment: I REFUSE TO GO TO SLEEP! will +1

If you failed the check and the Hydra grabs you: -I tear my weapon free. will +1 -I desperately cling on to anything within reach. will +1

If successfully escaped they Hydra: -I calmly open the door and inform the new visitor/s about a potential monster infestation. will +1

Look through the peephole, then open the door to slam it in their face again. will +1 (This WILL give you -10 Sweet, so not the best if you're aiming for Percy)

If Merlin ends up having to blow up your door: I just pull forth my handy weapon and wave it menacingly at the interloper. will +1 (-5 Sweet on that one. Once again, to avoid)

Refuse healing: will +1

Merlin's infodump and preparing to leave:

If turned into a duck: -I'm a duck. I've got wings now. I can fly. I know what I must do. To infinity and beyond! will +1

Categorically refuse to join the adventure: will +1(And increases Denial)

Don't take anything with you on this quest: will +1

Don't take a full inventory with you on this quest: will +1

Leaving the house: Dance in the enevator, then go for the Tango de la Muerte for the Coup the Grâce. will +1

When thinking back about the apartment: My thoughts are my own alone. will +1

Dream sequence: (Must be Lucid Dreamer)

Speaking with Merlin: "Merlin… say my name." will +1 Fighting with Lancelot: This is a dicey game to play, but even so… I'll push my luck as a dreamer here! will +1 When adventuring with Arthur: This is the memory of a dream that I now walk. And so I'll force the knowledge of where the fae awaits into my very mind and take action at that. will +1 At the end of the dream, turn around and catch the hand. will +1

In the RV

Ignore Merlin's warning and pick up the phone anyway. will +1 (Corrupt +1)

In the Parking lot:

If Kidnapped: Try to escape (need will>7) will +1 Follow Merlin (need will>7) will +1 -Keep trying to find him. will +1 --Look up. will +1 --Protect your neck. will +1 --- No really… what had Merlin truly been doing out here? will +1

In the shop:

Talking with Adrian about that 'Benoni' Surname: Married. "It makes the most sense" will +1 If you smoke and Adrian lost your lighter: redirect him towards one of those multi-use utility lighters. will +1

[rabbitonthemoon]

A small Nnoitra and Nelliel analysis made by humble me.

I clarify that I'm not the best at these things, but I really wanted to do it, I just hope it's a decent read XD. Well to start, there is a detail that although you can glimpse it's not explicitly said, and surprisingly it even made it to the game Bleach Brave Souls, when you have Nnoitra and Nel together the team it's called Two Beasts (or used to be called, this feature was removed a while ago), the name may sound a little strange at first, but yes, they antagonized each other, Nnoitra crossed the line with the surprise attack on her and her fraccions but before that they were both each other's villain. There is a scene where Nnoitra kills an Arrancar and says something like (Maybe it's not 100% accurate, I wrote it from my memory and there are many translations) "Are you wondering why I killed him if he was an Arrancar? I killed him because he was an Arrancar, saving an enemy won't save a comrade, if you want to follow me keep that in mind." The Arrancar known for his fits of anger was willing to let Nel follow him, strangely calm, I even used to think this scene was with Tesla, he didn't seem to have any grudge against Nel and logically he already knew that she surpassed him, if this was a simple rivalry of pure hatred, why this scene exist?

We know very well that Nnoitra wants to die in a bloody battle giving his all and losing his breath before hitting the ground, we see him passed out after a fight with several adjuchas, from which Nelliel saves him. Nelliel follows him against his will, she says it's to avoid lossing an Espada but everyone knows that Aizen couldn't care less, and if he seeks death she shouldn't get involved, it's implied that he was fine with her presence until Nel got her hands in that matter.

I'm sure Nelliel sees this as something good, she tries to find out the reason for his fights, in one of the many translations she says they are like a high, a false high, he tells her straight up that he wants to die, but she still doesn't understand, and I don't blame her, anyone would think wasting life like that is wrong, and that's probably why she tries to make him see reason. In Nnoitra's mind he surely thought that if she doesn't allow others to kill him, she should do it herself, the problem is that Nel doesn't want that either, and that was the biggest clash, she doesn't allow him to have his end with others, but she also denies him an end by her sword, telling him that he's not a warrior worthy of her.

We get to Nnoitra's attack, it was crossing the line, that's not up for debate, but it's still weird, it would be understandable if his plan was for her to die in the desert without much more, but his real plan was to disable her for a while and reach her level, it sounds far-fetched. If she hadn't turned into a child there would be two options, she would return no later than a few months later to beat him up without giving him time to get stronger, or most likely she would just go on her way and never see him again, but he really planned for her to come back for a fight. It's very clear that Nnoitra's intention was never to kill her, even when that would make their whole story much easier, direct and no one would question it.

In his last fight, if you compare the effort he made against Nel and against Kenpachi the difference is huge. Until the end he was reluctant to die at the hands of Kenpachi, but against Nel he didn't show much resistance, he didn't even use his resurreccion. He smiled when he was cornered against that rock, he didn't show the intention of releasing his Zanpakuto, but that same smile disappeared when he saw Nelliel return to her childlike state.

I think Nnoitra is more interested in Nel finishing him off than in defeating her. The purpose of his life is to fight to the end or die at the hands of someone strong, but I'm sure that what he wanted most in the world was to die by the hands of Nelliel, I can't say if it was a conscious or unconscious desire but maybe he realized this in his last seconds, the closest thing to dying at her hands was seeing her for the last time, he ignored all the things in his sight to have that last look, at the moment of fulfilling his dream he didn't even think about Kenpachi, she was still the center.

For someone who claims to view women as inferior, the fact that he wants to obtain something SO important to him from a woman says a lot. Kenpachi was undoubtedly a much bigger challenge than Nelliel could ever be, but he was not her, he will never be her, Kenpachi said that the fight was fun, something that Nnoitra probably always wanted to hear from Nelliel's voice.

Nelliel in the form of a child did not remember him when they met again, she probably blocked the memory, but in his last seconds she remembered his name, at that moment they were both the same, perhaps wondering if everything could have been different. A scene like that should not exist between enemies, in fact if it didn't exist no one would bat an eye, but it is there, almost as a reminder that there is more than meets the eye.

[yourthirdparent]

I one time saw someone talk about a role reversal between inho and junho when it comes to the frontman role and it’s been stuck in my head ever since. I wonder how it would change things between the two or if it would change things at all but mostly I’m thinking of what inho's reaction would be to finding out junho is the frontman and how we would be thinking afterwards

oh i personally think inho would not have had anywhere Near the same reaction junho did. i think junho. hm. okay actually let me construct how this goes down in my mind

okay i think inho is in debt from the double whammy of junho's medical bills which he still hasn't managed to fully pay off and then his wife falling ill (god she needs a canon name i hate calling her Inho's Wife. calling her d.w. for now.) and junho feels guilty about it he feels responsible for it like it's his fault. so he joins the games so he can help inho. and then blah blah he wins blah blah while he was gone dw dies blah blah junho feels guilty about That but ofc he's done so much already he did so much to survive the games. what's one more soul on his conscience

he becomes a cop as in canon so he can Try to make up for the deaths he feels responsible for but his heart isn't in it, so when he receives another squid game card he takes it with minimal hesitation. and when he's offered a place at the host's side he accepts it like nothing.

so he goes missing in 2021. like inho did. working as the frontman. and inho looks for him ofc he's not going to Abandon him. he overhears gihun talking about the games after red light green light when he's at the station asking about junho, but junho didn't leave a card. he's riding on a gut feeling that, if junho is Anywhere, he's at those games. so he follows gihun and sneaks into the games.

i think inho would actually manage to steal a manager's mask first, so he's already high up in the chain. he spends most of his time during the games in the monitoring room. figures out how the games work. not so subtly taking notes (though unlike junho he turns his fucking brightness down JUNHO YOUR FUCKING BATTERY sorry. sorry i'm locked in.) until junho notices.

junho figures out that. hm. what manager number would inho be. 006 maybe. i can't make him 132 because i imagine there aren't that many managers. maybe like 100 managers. maybe just 99? and then the officer (or frontman when junho gets hired). so 06. for 1 plus 3 plus 2. lol. lmao. whatever junho figures out which manager is the intruder and pulls inho aside, and when they're alone he pulls out his gun and makes inho remove his mask. and he does. and junho sees his face.

it must be noted that junho is Way less devoted to the job than inho is in canon. he doesn't shoot. the moment he sees inho's face he drops the gun to the floor and calls his name. and inho is Confused because he has zero clue how the hell the frontman knows who he is. he didn't leave his id on the manager he killed. but even still this doesn't sound like a stranger who knows who he is only by a dropped wallet. its familiar. like the frontman Knows him.

and inho realises.

and then junho reaches for his own mask, and inho brings his hands up to keep it on. he already knows. he doesn't need to see the face, and he knows if junho takes his mask off, he'll be killed like any circle. so he makes junho keep it on.

anyways junho would tell inho to get the fuck out of there. he'd offer him a ship ride home and tell him to get off the island and never come back. and inho would say he's not leaving without junho with him. and junho would say he has to. and inho would say he's not leaving. and he wouldn't leave.

anyways that is to say inho's reaction is more concern for junho than fear or shock that he's the frontman. he's mostly afraid for junho's safety being involved with the games, and junho is the same. yk how it is.

[frociaggine]

Do you think Augustine is really the favored lyctor like he thinks? M— and A— seem equally important to John in the ntn flashbacks. In htn she’s someone he shows affection to, someone whose opinions hold weight for him. I never got the impression he hated her for being a “nag.” I think the reason he permakills her but offers a second chance to Augustine is because she claimed to forgive him. She didn’t need to; she already had him where she wanted him. But she did.

OH THIS IS JUICY. Okay, I think that by the time HtN rolls around, Augustine is definitely THE favourite. He's very proud of it. He uses it as a stick to beat Mercy with in their neverending war, and if he wasn't telling the truth I think Mercy would've called him out on it.

But I bet it wasn't always that way. The dynamics between Lyctors crystallised in some way after the Canaan House era, and probably A LOT changed between the pre-Resurrection flashbacks and Canaan House, and much more changed post-Lyctorhood.

The way Mercy acts around John is more like a disciple than a friend — at the end of HtN, she is absolutely a woman losing her faith. She's the one Lyctor we've seen who truly treats John like God, and I fully believe it's a way to honour Cristabel's memory, to make her suicide worth something. She doesn't treat John like a peer and deliberately puts some distance between them, and I think John would prefer she didn't but got used to it.

Augustine OTOH calls John by name a lot, and it feels almost like a way to show off that he's the favourite. He acts very friendly, and sometimes ribs him, he's very familiar. I bet John likes that a lot, appreciates the intimacy and the lack of formality and the fact that Augustine does all of that but ultimately always defers to him. Augustine is just... *gestures vaguely* he sort of acts like a courtier, and I think "become and make sure to REMAIN" John's favourite is something he actually worked to achieve, because he likes the status and because he's absolutely obsessed with both John and Mercy.

ALSO. I 100% agree that John permakilled Mercy because she used forgiveness as a hook. I do actually think she meant it, but like, in an "absolution in death" kinda way. Like you said, she didn't HAVE to say it! But she did, and that definitely fucked with John.

(I'm curious if he could have resurrected her, had Augustine not blown up the Mithraeum. Because her body was there and her soul probably within reach. I also wonder if she'd have returned as a Lyctor in that case, or a "normal" necromancer)

[holdmymallowsweet]

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I hope you're having a wonderful day! You might recognize my screen name, I go by TheaCreativity on AO3 and recently left a comment on the amazing Richard Jackdaw one shot you wrote 😊

I thought I'd send you a separate message on Tumblr to say "Hi, I'm Thea!" as well as offering my support for the upcoming Jackdaw part 2 story you have planned 🥰 In the notes of your current story you had mentioned that English wasn't your first language. Trust me when I say - WOW! I never would have guessed; not only did you create a beautifully poetic narrative, but all technical aspects of your writing were on point ❤️

Although I genuinely feel your work is flawless 🙏 if you ever find yourself wanting someone to chat ideas with or review a story for plot flow/word choice/technical writing aspects prior to publishing, please know that I would be happy to volunteer! 🙋‍♀️ I am not an expert by any means, but I edit and beta read for a few fellow creators in the community and I always appreciate it when they do the same for me 🥰

It's so much fun having others in the HL fandom to discuss things with, such as story ideas, plot devices, character arcs and dynamics, theories, etc. ✨ While I enjoy interacting with the fandom, I personally find the larger Discord servers overwhelming and prefer chatting one on one or in small groups 😅 Every creator has their own process though, and what works for some may not work for others.

If you ever want to chat, please feel free to reach out anytime ☺️ I can't wait to read your other works!!

Cheers,

~Thea

Oh you are just the sweetest soul. I already recognized you from when you wrote me comments on my longfic a while ago, and btw, I love your icon over at ao3. I don't know who that girl is or which movie or show she's from, but looking at her sparks an immense amount of joy 🤣

Here's the thing about my English: My dna is 100% pretzel and I never lived anywhere except in or just outside Munich. I've never even been to an English speaking country (unless you want to count a one week trip to Singapore). I've consumed most of my entertainment in English since I was 16 - 17, and after 10+ years (yes, I'm old) I'm actually pretty sure I understand the language flawlessly. But then started writing and wanted to be active in the fandom after HL came out, and I realised that passively understanding and actively finding the words to express yourself are two very different things, and I was suddenly horribly self conscious about my English.

I've since gotten over it, and it's even been a while since I mentioned it in my author's notes. Sometimes native speakers word things a bit awkwardly or don't know what a random obscure word means either, it's not the end of the world. English capitalization will always elude me, but the occasional improper capitalization never ruined a fic for anyone (I hope).

Thank you a million times for your support and your kind words ❤️

I really want to try to write better and more consistently this year, and to hear that someone appreciates my writing really makes me want to try my best to make it happen.

And please tell me who that girl in your ao3 icon is, because I love her.

[letters-from-dekarios]

(Dreuer is a middle aged tiefling durge warlock. He’s a gentle old soul, and from act 1 has always looked to Gale as a source of information and reassurance.

Their relationship is one of deep affection and sharp academic rivalry.

Post game, while largely living and working together, sometimes Dreuer’s research into Bhaal and Bhaalspawn takes him away from Waterdeep. On one of his adventures, he writes Home. This blog is absolutely delightful I hope you are having a lot of fun with it.)

Gale;

As expected, there is a wealth of information in Candlekeep, more so that I was able to find in Waterdeep. The Blackstaff should consider expanding.

This however is not the reason for my letter.

You explicitly stated you had not removed my dagger from my pack and yet it isn’t here.

Did it walk off on its own or did you once again go through my things looking for a letter opener?

It is not a letter opener.

Gale.

NOT a letter opener.

It would be beneficial for you to visit the athenaeum here when you are able to tear yourself away from the Academy. You might learn something.

Let it be known I also met a very kindly dog. His name was Arnold.

I do hope my correspondence hasn’t left you feeling too envious.

Yours always,

Dreuer.

Ps. I found the dagger, it was under my socks. But you are still on thin ice, love.

My treasured Dreuer,

I am glad to hear your adventure is serving your mind well. I’ll bring the consideration up to the Academy once I have a moment to review your findings when you return. You know I must go in prepared before their grimy hands can go about devouring any new information.

While I love you deeply, it is disheartening to hear you believe me to be a thief. I would never remove such a crucial piece of your pack from you, especially not with the journey to Candledeep.

I’m not sure whether to be more offended at the accusation or the insinuation that I do not know the difference between a letter opener and a dagger. That mistake only happened once! Yet you lord it over my head as if I would ever repeat it.

On an unrelated note, we do need to begin labeling our medicine bottles. They look far too similar to the dyes we have stored away and I will not elaborate any further.

Perhaps I may visit someday soon, but the ink wasted in writing your accusation could have served you some groundbreaking study time. Save your pages for the books you’ve yet to read, dear.

Give plenty of pets to Arnold from me, if you happen across him again.

I’m actually having quite a lovely time in Waterdeep with the pure silence surrounded by the hundreds of books I’ve already read. There’s not a lick of envy to be found within my heart, swear on my mother.

Eternally yours,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

P.S. I wonder how it got there! I may be talented, but my spells can’t reach far enough to move it. Maybe it was Arnold.

text reads: gale dekarios

writing this had me giggling so hard while imagining gale’s tone of voice. i can hear the sass as he writes it, repeating the words on dreuer’s letter in a mocking tone. like “yOu mIgHt lEaRN soMeThiNg” and then he goes and cries because he misses him and is definitely 100% jealous. ~kore

[fluentmoviequoter]

can ypu please do Dalton L. and number 8? 🫶🏻

Thanks for the request! I wrote this one with Dalton saying the prompt, since I already have some stories of the reader helping him. Let me know what you think! Enjoy! :)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, loosely based on the scene in The Red Door where Chris gets attacked, reader gets attacked and receives CPR, panic attack, some fluff at the end. 0.5k+ words

A/N: Blurbs are really hard for me because I want to keep writing.😭

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Prompt 8: "Just breathe, ok?"

“Dalton?” you ask, gently poking his arm. “I guess you’re projecting. Godspeed, traveler.”

Now that Dalton is gone, you lean back in the chair and look around his dorm, wondering what exactly he’s looking for in the Further. He said something about a soul that lived on the campus that might have answers, but you don’t understand how exactly his gift works.

A loud crash sounds in the hallway, drawing you from your thoughts, so you walk toward the door.

“Dalton?” you whisper, your hand hovering over the doorknob.

Your yank your hand back as the door flies open, and a hand reaches out from the darkness. The hand wraps around your throat, and you try to fight it off you. You look over at Dalton’s body as your vision begins to blur. With one last push to the creature above you, everything goes dark, and you distantly wonder if this is how Dalton feels when he projects.

“Come on!” Someone yells as you gasp and sit up.

Your chest aches, and you realize someone gave you CPR. Hearing Dalton move, you look over as he opens his eyes and stands. He moves toward you, then stops suddenly. The door closes, and you’re alone with Dalton again.

“I’m so sorry,” he says quietly. “You should get that checked out. I’ll, uh- call me, maybe?”

He starts walking again, trying to keep distance between you in the small room.

“Dalton, please don’t leave me. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do,” you ramble, grabbing his arm to prevent him from leaving.

Dalton says your name and pulls your hand from his arm, holding it between his hands instead. His eyes widen as you registers your shallow breaths and the panic in your eyes. He kneels in front of you and holds both your hands between his. “Just breathe, ok?”

You nod and take a shaky breath, watching Dalton's chest steadily rise and fall as you attempt to match your breathing to his.

“I’m sorry.” You look down at your hands, in Dalton’s.

“For what?”

“Making you stay. Panicking.”

“Hey, look at me.” He removes one of his hands from yours and uses it to raise your chin toward his face. “I should be apologizing. I didn’t know anything could happen to you. You got hurt because of me, the least I can do it stay.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m just really scared, and don’t want to be alone.”

“And you’ll never have to be. I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

You relax slightly and lean against him. His thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry I didn’t ask before.”

“I’m completely fine. I was more worried about you than anything,” Dalton answers.

“Now what?”

“I don’t know yet.” Dalton shrugs before looking at you to add, “But no matter what, I won’t let anything else happen to you. Nothing in the dark will be able to reach you as long as I’m here.”

"And what if you're not here?'

Dalton smiles as your personality begins to shine through the fading panic. "Try to get rid of me."

[writing-in-lesbian]

A Heiress in love. Pt. 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Yu laik ai kru = You are my people // Oso laik wonkru = We are one clan // Ai hod you in seintaim = I love you too // Em pleni = enough // Ai laik Heda = I’m the commander // Jomp em op en you jump ai op // Attack her and you attack me. Chapter synopsis: As the enemies get closer, our new appointed commander embarks on a much personal journey.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 6 - The prince, the princess and death.

Tuesday 03:30 a.m.

That’s what you think the time it’s based on the stars illuminating the sky. You observe Wanda sleeping peacefully close to the table where you left her, having you decided to meditate a little.

Your soul is restless, for some reason, you can’t stop thinking about the impending war and the consequences it might have, you make a mental note to send Henry a message tomorrow night, the device for communications being at your chambers, just to ask him how’s everything on their side.

The night is silent.

It should feel peaceful but it’s thick with anticipations of something you quite don’t understand. A lot has happened in a few days, and the constant changing of things does nothing to calm your mind. You think of your family, especially your mother, How many battles and wars has she seen already in her life? She deserves a quiet life, For years she was just surviving, making amends with death but then your mom quite literally fell from the sky and well, they both deserve a quiet life already. Haven’t they suffered enough?

Your mind travels to the redhead close to you and how you went from wishing to know her to being betrothed. Funny how sometimes the universe chooses to give us what we wanted. You notice her slim figure and, think how much harder all of this is being for her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could do more, be more, for those you love and care about.

Wondering as well about your other guests, they will probably leave tomorrow sometime during the day, hoping Pietro or Natasha could stay a little bit more, for Wanda’s sake. Taking your eyes off Wanda you look at the sky and the moon, shining bright above you, making her best effort to bring solace to your query mind.

Raven told you once that your mind thought 800 thoughts per millisecond, never shutting up and it would be a good thing for Lexa to start training you on how to effectively lessen them. You should have paid more attention to your lessons, maybe if your mother had been the one to show you instead of Octavia, you would have studied more, ‘cause you definitely want that state of mind right now.

In a few hours, your party will leave for Tondc, despite the political air it has, that’s where you’ll go to get your tattoo done, right at Becca’s bunker. You’re still amazed at how a lot of things changed when it comes to the Commander rituals, thanks to your mother and her rules.

Closing your eyes again, you try to concentrate, inhaling and exhaling slowly, one, two, three times, but before you can reach the fourth inhalation you hear Wanda whining. Your instinct and need to protect her takes over you and you go to her side immediately. Later when you are questioned, you will recall seeing the red wisps coming from her hands but claim you didn’t notice until it was too late.

You touch her shoulder trying to wake her up and receive a blast of red magic, that, upon impact does feel a little weird, but is enough to send you flying and crashing against one of the bigger rocks on the wall. You have to thank Raven for teaching you to cover your head when being sent flying and crashing from explosions. That summer you spent with her and she used you as a dummy test (to the displeasure of your mothers), is proving to be effective now.

Still, the hard impact is enough to leave you unconscious. … … … … … … … … …

You awake (or regain consciousness) to the sound of screaming. Trying as quick as you can, you force your body to get up, opening your eyes but the air is strong, making it harder for you to see, so you instantly close them again.

Putting your hand covering your eyes you walk towards what you think is the table, squinting your way out.

“Wanda?” You scream but your voice can’t be heard.

The noises are too loud.

You somehow see the smoke rising from the way the Tower is. Feeling your stomach drop, you turn and try to look for Wanda but all you see is fire where the table used to be, you still make your way back to it.

“Wanda, where are you?” But the clouds are covering the moon and there’s a lot of fog, making it impossible to see beyond a certain range, you’re not sure if it’s from the smoke or the chill air, but is starting to get into your lungs. Covering your mouth you reach the table.

Nothing.

BOOM

The loud explosions close to you are enough to destroy the rock walls and send you to the floor looking for cover. Eyes closed, not making a move, you hide behind the hidden part of the table, covering your mouth, trying not to make a sound with your coughs. Inhaling, and exhaling, you calm your state but are still stiff as a rock, you’re not sure where the explosions are coming from or if someone is near.

“Wanda, where are you?” You try again, thinking as hard as you can this time, remembering how it seemed to work a few hours ago, hoping it gets to her again.

Silence.

Eery silence.

Not even the wind makes a noise.

Opening one eye you can’t see any fire or smoke. In fact, everything seems exactly as it was before the explosions, the moon and the stars shining bright above you.

Carefully, you start getting up from your crouching position, sword at the ready. What the hell is going on? Your (e/c) eyes scan the area, looking for a sign of Wanda, at this point, for someone, anybody to appear.

“Welcome… Strisis” you remember well that voice.

It lulled you to sleep many times, but it’s impossible for you to hear it again right now. Turning carefully, one foot at a time, forcing your body to move, refusing to opening your eyes. Counting one to three in your head, you slowly bring light to your vision.

Truth is, it’s not impossible as it seems.

He’s standing there in all his glory, just like you used to remember him. Clad in all black, his blue eyes contrasting his sandy blonde hair, but his hair is well stylish and not as sweaty as normal, due to all the training he’d done. He’s sporting a small smile, the same one he reserved just for you.

“Aden” a whisper you’re not sure it came from your lips.

Tentatively you take a step, he’s the same height you remember him, except this time, you are taller than him. Although you’re not as tall as your mother, you somehow reached Clarke’s height, still, Aden, as you see him now, is shorter than you.

“I have been waiting for you” yet he doesn’t move nor make any intent to come closer. You look at your surroundings, but nothing seems different than when you entered this place.

“How… what… is it really you?” You refuse to believe what’s in front of you. The reality of having him here could mean just one thing.

“I am” he still doesn’t move.

“I don’t understand… am I?”

“Your betrothed holds a lot of power”

You frown at the mention of Wanda. Where is she anyway?

“No need to worry Sistris, despite unconsciously trying, she cannot enter where we are”

“What?” The fog in your brain is going away slowly. You recall the night, meditating, Wanda whining…

And the red sparks.

“We’re in my mind?”

“Not quite Y/N, we are in something similar to the City of Lights. I’m guessing this was a result of her”

“Wanda?”

“Is that her name? I always wondered. Mother used to call her the Lady with magic hands, not the best phrase is you ask, no wonder mom almost choked on her water”

His laugh is remarkable and something you wished to hear more often when he was alive. Wait, your mothers knew Wanda had magic? Is that why they accepted Stark’s offer? But, if they know she has magic, and certainly all her clan know, why would ask for your union? You don’t hold anything compared to Wanda’s abilities, so what can you bring to the table?

“A lot more of what you think sistris"

Continuing to ignore him, for your own sake, a lot of things haven’t made a lot of sense so trying to search for it, under the circumstances will just bring you a massive headache.

“You said we’re in the City of Lights but is not my mind”

“I said, we are in something similar. This is still part of your mind. Lady Maximoff can’t enter this space, more than anyone, you should know and it’s not because of the chaos”

Despite your best efforts, you feel a headache coming. Is that possible? Feeling a headache while inside your head?

“Sunrise is coming sistris”

“Wait, Aden… don’t go” The fear of losing him again makes you act on instinct, recalling the sensation you felt all those years ago, closing the distance an embracing him.

He smells like pine and wood, combined with some citric notes, a little bit different from what you remember. Back in the day, you always mumbled he smelled like rain, Madi taunted him saying you meant it was wet dirt, but to you, it was something fresh.

“I’m here”

Despite the height difference now, you feel his strong arms circling you and comforting you in a way only older brothers can.

You don’t want to let him go and refuse to close your eyes in case he disappears. What if he’s a fragment of your imagination?

“I’m real”

He takes your face and cradles it with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Let us walk” he grabs your hand while you both walk, using his hand as an anchor to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Upon close inspection, you see now the lake where he used to take you and Madi.

“War is coming sistris, and nothing can prevent it, not even chaos itself”

This information is not a surprise to you. Maybe you knew it all along, feared it but hoped for a peaceful resolution. That feeling of emptiness you had and the restlessness you felt prior was a way of rejecting the truth.

“Mother has taught you well. You’re better than I was. No wonder the spirit of the prior commanders is calling and choosing you”

“Aden” the rest of your sentence dies there, hanging in the air because you well know that, if he would still be alive, the commander would have chosen him and you would have been a simple heiress, waiting for her turn to the throne.

Your only reward was avenging his death when you were of age. To be fair, it was a clean duel, Ontari should have known it was coming.

“I never had the flame but I feel them now. And they are all anxious for what’s to come. You have a powerful ally Y/N and your future wife can be the decisive key to win or lose, it will depend on you”

You let go of his hand and stay rooted in place. Wanda have a part in this?

“We are no wiser nor gods to decide someone's destiny”

“And yet here you are telling me I’m the one who will scale the balance”

“I’m just a messenger”

“You’re one of the judges aren’t you?”

“I’m not sistris. I’m here on your request”

What request? What the hell is happening? One sec you’re trying to meditate and the next you’re in some kind of extremely weird dream, talking to your deceased brother like it was a casual walk at your favorite lake.

And now Wanda has come into the equation.

At her mention or more of your thoughts on her, you see red fog covering some bushes at the other side of the lake.

Aden follows your sight.

“Chaos awaits. It destroys and creates, it can never be tamed or understood but it can be beautiful if loved”

“Why do you keep referring to the chaos?”

“Sistris…” his face is filled with genuine curiosity, frowning his eyebrows exactly like your mother. And not for the first time you’re considering, that in fact, you’re the adopted one of the family.

“What Aden?” Yet you don’t look at him.

“Your betrothed has chaos magic”

He’s expecting a reaction from you but it honestly doesn’t affect you the type of magic Wanda has, why everybody is making a huge deal out of this is beyond your mind. The red fog in the meantime seems to get bigger and bigger.

“Y/N” a whisper comes from the bushes.

Your eyes are still glued to the color red, and for a flicker of a second, a silhouette starts forming only to vanish right after. Curios.

“Sunrise is coming and we cannot be late” That makes you turn to him.

You’re back at the ceremonial place but it seems darker, the stars are far gone and the moon seems to hide behind clouds

“Y/N” the voice seems familiar, you hear it so close to you but yet so far.

Aden walks closer to you when he sees the same red fog getting closer and circling the ceremonial place.

“Curios” Aden’s voice seems now like a whisper.

He places his hand on your shoulders, the act making you face him. His face is serious, a carbon copy of your mother.

“There are things I’m not allowed to tell. The knowledge we possess is not carved on stone and there are things that escape my mind as soon as I want to say them”

“Will I see you again?”

“You will know the answer to that”

Feeling a pull, you notice the red fog is close just to you, it plays around your hand. Aden sees it as well.

“Curios indeed” and you feel his strong arms once again around you and you take the opportunity to absorb his scent, to feel secure in his strength.

“I feel the pain in your heart. Mother loves you, don’t doubt it”

Sometimes we just need encouragement to fuel the fire inside of us. Until this point, you never thought simple words could do that.

“Ste yuj sistris” he says almost in a whisper, kissing your forehead. “Yu laik ai kru, Oso laik wonkru. Trust us, trust the commander in you, and tell your betrothed I said that to her as well”

Opening your eyes you see him still in front of you but the red fog is pulling you towards it. You see Aden moving his lips but can’t hear what he says.

“Aden?”

Trying to walk to him your way is stopped by the fog.

“ADEN” you yell and feel the tears falling from your eyes, just like that night many years ago. “ADEN”

“Curios indeed. Ai hod yu in heinofi” his silhouette seems like it’s vanishing from your line of vision, combined with a tinted red from the fog around your body, feeling warm and not unwelcome at all.

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re completely covered in the red fog… and all goes dark. … … … … … … … … …

You can hear noises but they are too loud for you to comprehend what’s happening. Your mind feels foggy and you feel tired, the pain in your head has become a migraine. You can feel the pressure on one side.

Feeling hands on your shoulders, slowly but surely the noises around you have started to get clear and you can identify voices, Madi, Octavia and Natasha are yelling and you feel pretty sure if you were to open your eyes, you can bet they’re doing some type of training.

“Y/N, please wake up”

“I told you to stay away from her!”

“Don’t you dare touch her if you want to keep your hand”

“Aden… don’t go” it scales as a whisper from your lips.

For a moment, you stop hearing Madi and Octavia and all you can feel are the hands on your shoulders, they feel warm and strong. You want to open your eyes but they feel heavy.

Hearing some rustling around you and the warmth from the hands is replaced by another pair, cold and callused, they feel foreign.

“Y/N… what did you say” Madi’s voice seems close now.

Getting up seems difficult. Groaning, you open your eyes, making your body sit up first. There’s a warm sensation on your forehead so you might as well open your eyes. Bringing your hand to the sour of pain you feel the thick and slick liquid. Blood indeed.

“Y/N you’re okay?” Her voice is worried and you detect a flinch of fear in it.

You look at her and see that Octavia has her sword out and is pointing it toward Wanda, Natasha in front of her, protecting her and you feel jealous. Why in the name of Gaia happen?

Madi is the one next to you, kneeling to see if you’re okay. Taking away her hand from touching your forehead, you seek impulse with your hands on the floor and stand up. Madi assisting you quickly. You look at her and nod, indicating you’re well enough to stand on your own, but she refuses to let you go.

“I’m okay”

Yet your words don’t seem to calm any of the situation in place and when you try to go and comfort her, Madi stops you. Seeing this, Wanda tries to go to you instead but is stopped by Natasha, who sees Octavia take one step towards her.

“Care to explain to me what’s happening? None of you should be here” trying your best calming voice.

“I could ask the same Heinofi” It’s been a while since you heard Octavia this exhaled and furious.

Nothing of this makes sense. With all the pain in your head, you find another solution and think as hard as you can, to instruct Wanda, if she can hear you and is ok, to tilt her head. Suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you, effectively meeting her eye, Wanda’s frown is in place but she tilts her head, slightly but the move is there.

“Madi?” As stern as you can you utter the words.

She hesitates for a moment, probably because she never heard you using that tone or because you know your mother will arrive soon, if not sooner with all this apparent commotion.

“I was setting with Octavia the last supplies you’ll need to use at TonDC, when we heard a loud noise coming from here. When we arrived you were crashed in the rocks bleeding from your head and Wanda was standing a few meters away, her hands clasped around her magic”

“Y/N I wasn’t” but Wanda’s interrupted by Natasha’s hand on her hand. Now you’re the one feeling like seeing red.

“Octavia got the sword out and that’s when Natasha arrived”

“Glad I came when I did, two against one didn’t seem fair”

Now that makes sense. If you were blasted by Wanda’s magic that could explain why you kept seeing red fog but, didn’t Aden say Wanda couldn’t enter your mind? Then how you could see the red, characteristic of Wanda’s magic? Was she trying to enter your mind to see if you were okay, or she was unconsciously doing it?

“Octavia, please take away your sword from my betrothed”

“Can’t do Henofi”

“Octavia. I’m not asking”

That makes Octavia turn to look at you if barely, her eyes never leaving the pair of your guests. Madi’s hold on your body is doing nothing to keep you calm.

“Y/N I don’t think you understand”

“Octavia, em pleni!” And is the stern in your voice what makes Octavia fully look at you and Madi to loosen her grip on you.

“You vowed to protect and obey me”

“I vowed to protect the commander” Out of the corner of your eye you see Wanda taking a few steps out of Natasha’s reach, her eyes although guarded have a flicker of fear in them.

“Ai laik Heda, you like it or not,” you say between teeth. Masking your pain and foggy mind.

Funny things happen when the most calm and peaceful people raise their voices and utter strength into them. Madi lets you go but Octavia has difficulty relinquishing her guard and stance. You see the anger behind her eyes and finally, she puts her sword back in her scabbard.

“Yu laik ai kru” You speak these words towards Wanda specifically but mean to extend them towards Natasha and her clan as well.

Madi and Octavia look at you.

“Oso laik wonkru” you speak to them.

Hearing you speak trigedeslang is so foreign, since you barely use it, They’re more used to hearing from other people but not you, it makes them realize what the words you spoke convey.

“You are my people. We are one clan” you say for the sake of Wanda and Natasha and to make your stance very clear.

“War is imminent”

“Sistris”

“No Madi, it is. Aden told me”

“Aden?” Madi looks at you.

You can’t even if you tried, explain everything that happened inside your head (or outside) you’re still not sure where that place was or if you’ll go again.

“What happened was an accident. I startled Wanda. We cannot be divided. Ai laik Heda ”

The air feels heavy, and the implications of what you said, especially to Octavia, linger in the air. They never have seen you like this, Madi has a newfound respect for you if her kneeling in front of you indicates it. Octavia scans you, her scowl present but kneels.

“Jomp em op en you jump ai op”

“You are right daughter” You turn to see your mothers enter. Lexa was clad in her red stash and riding attire. Clarke is wearing a green cloak, you didn’t think she will travel with you.

“Octavia, Madi, rise"

“War is imminent. Aden has spoken to us”

What?

“Come Y/N, your ascension ceremony should take place today at noon”

Clarke looks at you and her eyes carry so much weight and sorrow.

“Mom?”

She just opens her hands, the flame is nested between the metal box you dreaded to see. What you don’t take into consideration is that there are two little boxes, meaning Wanda will get chipped too.

“Y/N, a flame-keeper has not been in our clans for so many years. Times are changing and for us, it changes as well in our traditions”

“Interesting use of words, Lexa. Remind me to learn to be as political and coherent as you” Stark's voice comes out of nowhere and suddenly you see a red suit floating. It’s close to the floor but you might have imagined it, you certainly will be confused after the blast.

“Natasha, be a dear and take the second box. You have been appointed to be the flame keeper, isn’t that exciting?”

So that’s a no on Wanda chipped but wait. Natasha?'

“With due respect Heda, I will use my right to duel and challenge Duchness Romanoff for the place of the flame keeper”

You all turn to see Octavia slicing her hand in a way that allows the hand to bleed minimally. Before anyone can say anything Natasha’s raspy voice accepts it.

“Lexa?” You hear your mom speak.

And then all goes silent, the calmness you felt before is there and you don’t have to look to see that Wanda has taken your hand and has interlaced your fingers… nor do you see the red magic coming from her hands and taking you once again into darkness.

-/-/-/-/-/

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Likewise for me, for 3 years without any change, I was reacting to 3D, I didn't trust it, I was in a permanent cycle of looking for validation in 3D and reacting, plus I was making robotic affirmations, meditating, looking for new information always believing that there is always something else, "the key to the desire", and I didn't understand why it didn't come, I said 100 affirmations and searched in 3D, if sp wrote to me, I tried to take the conversation to the point of reaching my desire, and it ended up he blocked me and let's break up, but it was 3d, I know, stupid 🤣 because that's not how the law works, thinking that it will lead me to my wish, but it's not like that. We constantly change daily, even if it doesn't seem like it, it's because the assumptions are the same, when we change the assumptions reality mirrors those assumptions. When I understood that my mind, my thoughts, 4D is a mirror and is reflected in 3D, and that everything I live is just my manifestation, I began to embody the state of always having what I want, of being what what I want, and the affirmations were to remind me that I already have and have always had, because in essence, I have everything, I am infinite and whatever personality I want to have, that's how we all are, infinte, then all the manifestations came 🙏 I love your blog, it is divine! I love you! I feel you are a wonderful soul!❤️

This right here!!!

There is not a single piece of advice that I can give you that would be better than this ❣️

You don't have to trust anything other than yourself! Not the 3d, not circumstances, not anything but you! Because you are everything!

Embody the You that has everything they ever wanted because you already do, you are infinite and your power is limitless. Affirm to remind yourself of your power, and let go of trying to control your circumstances.

This is beautiful ❤️ I'm so happy for you! And thank you so much for your sweet words love, they mean so much to me!

Happy manifesting ❤️

[jayla-fire-gal]

Okay, theories so far about the world of Death Stranding (from someone who's knowledge is literally only what the game tells them and just got to Port Knot City [please no spoilers]):

The Death Stranding

Okay, I don't have a theory of what this is exactly, but I have a theory how it happened.

I keep getting in game notes about how the discovery of the Beach revolutionized our way of thinking about the afterlife. Nothing says yet if the Beach was discovered before or after the Death Stranding but, running with the hypothesis of before, I 100% believe it's humanity's own fault.

Classic story of poking the bear, so to speak. Of course if they discovered the tether to the afterlife they would try everything to connect to it and learn everything they can. That kind of unnatural bridge they attempt to build results in the Death Stranding, which irrevocably (unless?) ties our world too close to the Beach.

Proximity to the Beach then brings to light all the ways it had poked through before humanity was aware or creates new fissures through which it begins to leak in.

BTs

Along that note, my theory on BTs is if humanity suddenly figured out there's a confirmed limbo between the current and the afterlife, they'd try to use it to achieve immortality.

I wonder if humanity is aware enough upon their entrance to the Beach— now that they have that knowledge— to try and come back. Their body has already rejected them, they are now made of the stuff between worlds, so when they try to re-enter our world it corrupts their body and they become BTs, mindless creatures constantly striving for the life they wanted back so badly and targeting any other living thing in hopes that they can regain the life they lost.

That would effectively mean that Sam's uniqueness as a repatriate isn't in that he can find his way back from the Beach, but that his body doesn't reject him and corrupt upon his return.

That would also play in to the need to burn the bodies, because without a tether the soul can't find it's way back. So, if that was the case, would you be able to permanently kill a repatriate by burning their body? Hm...

Bridge Babies

This one actually has me losing my mind because I'm so confident and they all keep saying "we don't understand why/how BBs work" and like you are telling me you have no theories??????

Like, you can't say "Oh, the BB only works if it still believes it is in it's Stillmother's womb" and not think that there is a connection.

My theory here is that the Stillmother functions as a tether to the Beach. BBs are the freshest that life can be without actively being born, and their mother is dead which gives them a unique situation where they themselves are alive but they aren't able to exist separate from that which is dead.

The echolocation thing for sensing BTs could be a kind of developed defense mechanism, trying to preserve their own life by giving warning that death is near, but —I know nothing about DOOMS and have no theories except this honestly— I do believe if a BB was to be born they would have DOOMS. Whether it's because they are genetically predisposed or because they have existed so long in a way that pins them between our world and the Beach during a pivotal period of brain development can be left to the imagination (though I think the latter)

People with DOOMS can see (or sense) BTs, just like BBs, so it seems a logical leap. Does DOOMS always mean you have a chiral allergy? Because that could be why when BB gets too stressed around BTs they get autotoxemia (though thats a reach)

Anyways. Putting those down really helped me straighten out my thoughts. I'll revisit this when I eventually learn more!

[revoleotion]

Heya, I'm from AO3 :] I was wondering if I could request a fic of Barbatos taking care of Asmodeus after a not-so-pleasant night? Perhaps after a savage encounter or a plain terrible night at the club? I had Asmo being injured in mind... If not, thank you for taking the time to read :] I really liked your work!! Have a great day!!

content warnings: physical assault (most of it only implied) dissociation, injury, magical exhaustion

This was fun?? Reading the prompt made me realize I already wrote something similar with them that MIGHT be a Fantastic Three chapter but I'm not 100% sure. Anyway. ENJOY.

Barbatos was not the first person on his list of people to ask for help. In fact, if such a list existed, Barbatos would probably not be on it at all.

Lucifer, maybe. But that's the problem with Lucifer, it never feels like a good enough reason to bother him. The world needs to be ending for Asmodeus to ask him for help, and even then, let's be honest, Lucifer would be too busy to justify such a course of action.

Solomon... yes. Solomon would be on the list. Solomon the Sorcerer, who always bites off more than he can chew. Solomon, who is so, so bright and yet so foolish, almost as though the universe is trying to apply some countermeasures to the grave mistake of allowing him to be born in the first place. But his ambition is what makes this so impossible; he's always got better things to do, more souls to save or to ruin, his choice. If Asmodeus were to call Solomon, would he even pick up?

It was an accident. Asmodeus needs it to be an accident. He's out in the freezing cold, blood running down his cheek. His perfect cheek.

A misunderstanding. That's what it was.

"Fuck off, we don't want Diavolo's lapdogs around."

Asmodeus smiled. He smiled. Because that's what he did.

"You're thinking of Lucifer. I'm just Asmo!"

The demon came closer, face to face, and then his fingers wrapped around Asmodeus' wrist and he realized that he wouldn't be able to pull free, even if he wanted to...

"All the same to me. Diavolo's SPIES, all of ya."

Something akin to panic was making him lightheaded. But Asmodeus only forced out a laugh.

"I'm not a spy, and if I were, do you really think I were that bad at it?" he joked, just for something sharp to puncture his skin, his perfect skin - he remembers thinking how he wasted all that expensive lotion on it in the morning. He remembers thinking that he was never going to be able to show his face again. He remembers thinking...

And then he wasn't thinking at all because they were...

"Asmodeus?"

Barbatos. Perfect, inappropriate, always busy Barbatos. Asmodeus can't tell where he came from, why he's here, why he's paying attention to a pathetic, trembling demon in an alley with a cut on his cheek, but his fingers are gentle when they reach for his elbow.

"Can you look at me? Do you know who I am?"

"Barbatos..." Asmodeus mumbles. It takes some effort to follow the order but Barbatos' green, intense eyes are easy to focus on.

"Good. Can you tell me where we are right now?"

"In front of..." He pauses. No. They're not outside the club anymore. They're...

"That's alright. Take your time."

Asmodeus' eyes flicker to a point past Barbatos. Stairs. Stairs? Doors. So many doors.

"Your room," he forces out.

Barbatos smiles, but as per usual, it's far from honest. "Good. I would like to make sure I haven't missed any further injuries apart from the one on your face but for that I'd have to touch you. Would that be alright?"

Asmodeus shakes his head. "Why are you here?"

The demon tilts his head. There's no disappointment or even impatience on his face. The touch on Asmodeus' elbow disappeared; Barbatos is not touching him anymore. It's a strange feeling, he's helpless without it, untethered to reality.

"Would you prefer for someone else to help you? I can call Lucifer..."

"No!" It breaks out of Asmodeus in a desperate burst; his cheek is stained with blood and tears all at once. Barbatos lifts a gloved hand, eyes digging into his, his movements slow, ready to stop. But Asmodeus doesn't protest, so Barbatos gently wipes his cheek, the glove coming away stained with a light red liquid. Blood and tears.

"You can do it," Asmodeus manages. "But I don't understand why you would help me."

Barbatos moves with the same graze Asmodeus is already used from him. Asmodeus allows him to push him down on a soft surface - his bed, his bed, Asmodeus is in his bed - then he places his hands on Asmodeus' chest and closes his eyes. Magic, warm; a flicker of teal, surreal.

"Ah. That's a relief," Barbatos says. He sounds like he's very far away. "You are in shock but there will be no lasting impacts... of physical nature, at least."

His hand is still resting on his chest. Something else is flowing through Asmodeus' veins now, a soothing energy of sorts.

"I can't give away too much of myself but..." The flow of energy stops and Barbatos' face swims into view again.

Asmodeus feels... great. Invincible. Like he is literally made from magic. The fog in his head disappeared, making room for more clarity. Everything that happened this night feels so far away; like it's nothing but a bad dream. Like it happened to someone else. The pain is nothing but a faint memory that's growing more and more distant. Everything around him has more color, like he's seeing colors his mind couldn't even imagine before. It's like a part of Barbatos complicated, incomprehensible magic is a part of him now.

Barbatos gives him another smile. His face has taken on a more pale, ashy color, but apart from that, he seems fine. Asmodeus is aware of his more sacrificial tendencies but he hopes that Barbatos finally respects his own limitations by now.

"Can I get you something to eat? To drink?" the demon asks.

Asmodeus allows himself to sink a little deeper into what have to be Barbatos' sheets. They smell like him.

"No," he says. "Just... hold me, maybe? Whatever you did, that probably wasn't easy on you."

Barbatos' face twists, if only for a split-second, into a guilty expression; a school boy caught in a lie.

"Ah... it was a calculated sacrifice. But if it's of comfort to you..."

"It is. Come here." Asmodeus pats down on the sheets, and Barbatos chuckles in response. The demon sighs, waves his hand to darken the room around them, and then bends down to remove his own shoes.

"Perhaps I should tell the Young Master..." Barbatos interrupts himself and takes a deep breath. His face looks even more drained, his body small and frail. "Yes, you were right, that was..."

He settles down next to Asmodeus, back pressed against the soft bed sheets, eyes flickering up to the ceiling and the doors around them.

"What did you do?" Asmodeus asks. Except that he knows. Because there's a piece of Barbatos flowing through his veins. "Oh my god. You can't just literally cut off a piece of yourself to make me feel better. You're an idiot. Say it."

"I am an idiot," he echoes back.

"Say that you're never going to do it again."

"I can't-"

"Say it."

"I won't do it again."

"Good." Asmodeus shakes his head. "You're worse than my brothers. Perhaps you are the one that needs to be constantly supervised."

"Why do you think I'm staying with my Young Master?" Barbatos mumbles, already half asleep.

Asmodeus hesitates. He never thought about it that way.

He's not going to get answers out of Barbatos, now or perhaps ever. But the shift in perspective remains - he can hold onto that. He watches the demon, strangely comforted by the body next to him, comforted by Barbatos' essence vibrating in his veins.

Then he sighs and rolls to the side to grab Barbatos' D.D.D. to text Diavolo what his idiot butler did.

[abwi]

“From Gifts to Grace: Reminiscing and Rediscovering Christmas”

I love Christmas, like really.

It might sound cliché, and you probably hear most people say that Christmas is their favorite holiday and that it’s the “most wonderful time of the year,” but I really think Christmas is worth its hype. Truly, I have always cherished Christmas within my mind, heart, and soul.

Lights surrounded the gates, the green wreath hung on the door, and the Christmas tree used to be up in the corner of the house by September, lasting up to April of the following year. Sometimes we wanted to keep the Christmas vibe a little longer, but often, it was just because we were too lazy to take it down. My family never skipped Christmas; we always treated it as one of the most awaited times of the year. Whether it was a simple celebration or a whole party, Christmas was well acknowledged by us.

One evening in September of the 2000s, we were at my grandmother’s home when one of my titas suggested we start decorating for Christmas. My titas are usually only home on weekends because of work, but they were there that time. We were all sitting in the family room when my lola took out a huge bag from the attic and placed it in the middle of the room. She opened the bag, and inside were smaller bags filled with Christmas balls of different colors and ribbons for the Christmas tree. Another huge bag, double the size, was brought down, and inside was the Christmas tree we’d had for almost a decade. I wanted to help set it up, so I started separating the branches of the tree. My cousins were just as excited as I was about assembling the tree, so we all helped our lola. Arranging the Christmas balls on the tree was actually treated as a challenge for us; we wanted to make sure that the tree looked aesthetically pleasing since my family were “perfectionists.” We made sure the colors didn’t clash and the sizes were properly arranged. When we were satisfied with how the tree looked, we put it up on a stool and turned on its lights. By the end of that September evening, the Christmas spirit was already starting to fill our home.

The Christmas tree, along with the other house decorations, is not a need or a must for celebrating Christmas. But for us—or for me, perhaps—it holds huge significance in creating the atmosphere and helping people visualize the presence of Christmas. It’s not just a tree; it symbolizes the family’s outlook on Christmas. By setting up decorations, the importance of the season for the family is reflected.

The pre-Christmas experience of that year was already nostalgic—what more when December arrived. December 1, I remember the excitement I felt as a kid. Knowing that I’d been counting down with the TV Patrol countdown of “100 days nalang, pasko na!” I was beyond thrilled to hear “25 days na lang, Pasko na!” on TV. Besides counting down to Christmas, I was also counting down to my birthday. On December 10, before we reached Christmas, we celebrated my birthday. After that, the excitement for Christmas continued.

Exchanging gifts has been a family tradition ever since. I always helped my mother think of gifts for our family. December 24, we usually crammed the gift-buying into the day before Christmas. Although we have a different approach to Christmas now, I remember playing with my cousins outside the house at that time and leaving the gift-buying job to my mother. Christmas Eve has always been exciting, especially as the space under the Christmas tree slowly fills with presents. Since then, my lola’s house has usually been the venue for our Christmas celebration, where our extended family gathers together. As people started to arrive, the excitement of the evening grew. Jolly Christmas music played, usually songs by Sir Jose Mari Chan, while we waited for the lechon to cook, turning on top of the hot embers. Speaking of lechon, I remember watching it cook and how the smoke always blew in our direction, no matter where we moved, as if it were following us. By the time the lechon was done, our eyes were red and teary. When everything was prepared, everyone gathered and settled together in one area. My little kid self could be seen waiting eagerly to open the gifts under the tree. It’s funny to remember how sad I would feel when the adults said we should eat first before opening gifts to pass the time while waiting for the clock to hit 12 am. I can vividly remember our pastor stopping by to share a message about Christmas, its essence, and the reason behind this holiday.

Do you know the essence and real reason behind Christmas? In past years, I have gathered knowledge that shaped my perspective on this season. It’s a season of giving, joy, serenity, wholesomeness, love, and most importantly, a time to honor the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Though I do not believe that He was born exactly on December 25, I take this season as a way to celebrate His birth. Not just during this season, though—every day should be a celebration of Christ’s birth. The little things like gifts, the Christmas tree, the food, and the gatherings are symbols and reflections of the essence of this holiday, and each little thing contributes to the specialness of Christmas. But even without these things, Christmas can still be just as special when you know the reason behind it and celebrate it with love and contentment, knowing that Jesus is behind every amazing thing in this world. The most wonderful time of the year, the season of giving, the awaited holiday that everyone around the globe celebrates—Christmas. Yet “Christmas” will never exist without Christ.

December 25, “Merry Christmas!” everyone greets each other as the clock strikes 12 am. The younger me, excited to open presents from my family, smiles as she receives her gifts. Now, though, I no longer feel the same excitement about gifts, decor, and food. You could say that Christmas wouldn’t feel as special anymore because of this, but it’s actually the opposite now that I know Jesus is the reason behind my Christmas.

Reminiscing about the past with gifts, a Christmas tree, and big celebrations may still happen, but I will continue moving forward with a different perspective, with Christ at the heart of my Christmas.

THANK YOU FOR TAKING TIME TO READ, MAY GOD BLESS YOU!!! 🤍

[hit-song-showdown]

Year-End Poll #46: 1995

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This year we're seeing several movements in R&B. Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men are continuing their streaks from previous years, while groups like TLC are reaching their commercial peaks (if only their treatment from the label reflected that). Seal, a London-based artist who previously worked with funk, blues, and acid house, would cross over to both The States and the Billboard Hot 100 with the soul single Kiss from a Rose. 1995 also marks the debut of fourteen-year-old Monica, who would become one of the defining R&B artists of the decade.

Rap is also having its moment in mainstream pop culture. I talked briefly about the rise of G-funk and reality rap a few polls ago. Here, we're seeing more of that rise with the late Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise. We're also starting to see rap and R&B start to mix together. Nowadays, the blending of the two genres is incredibly common. New jack swing already helped to bridge the gap between the styles. But with artists like Montell Jordan providing both R&B vocals and hip-hop flow, to Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes' rap verses with TLC, to Gangsta's Paradise soul cover in the chorus, this blend is starting to become much more common. The Stevie Wonder sample in Gangsta's Paradise is notable for another reason. While hip-hop was built on the art of sampling, this specific style of vocal sampling would grow in popularity this decade, most notably from the work of Bad Boy Records and Sean Combs (F.K.A. Puff Daddy/[P.] Diddy). While controversial at the time, we will continue to see songs exemplifying this shift in the mainstream rap sound -- especially in the decades to come.