#MY GIRL IS STILL OUT THEREEEE

[geronimomo-spd]

ok ok ok currently losing it about Susan info, couse. if she is his grandaughter but he does not have kids?? even though he mentioned he had kids multiple times before... this must be looms fellas, the social issue of looms, looms are basically canon

"how can you say you had no kids but still had a grandaughter?"

"life of a time lord" -time lord sociel issues!!!!

[screampied]

yuki and reader scissoring while choso begs to be in the middle ,,, vegas do you see the vision 🗣️🗣️🗣️

❤︎ ໋𓈒 choso being the third wheel between you & yuki

warnings. fem! reader, cucking, scissoring, praise, dirty talk, needy choso, mdni.

“such a pretty girl,” she’d purr in a soft voice—her hand gripping against your heel as she’s gradually rocking herself against you. you couldn’t suppress the sweet mewls and moans from your glossy lips even if you tried. your legs were all sprawled out and yuki’s on top of you—rubbing her clit against yours and it feels simply euphoric. “heh, gotta keep up with me angel,” she creates kiss trails near your heel. her pace had so much rhythm, you’re just slumped back against the bed with your mouth slightly dangling open. “mhm. fuck me back jus’ like that, thereeee we go.”

it was so much mobility of her hips, you bit your lip as your eyes roam all over her body—she’s grinding against you continuously and you let off a moan once her legs interlace with you further. her pussy jerks against yours and you whimper out a sweet, “y—yuki, f-fuckkk.”

choso gulps, watching his two lovers bump clits in such a sensual way—his pout displays against his lips before he speaks in a needy tone, lowering his head towards the blond. “yuki, i want a turn too. you’re being s-stingy with her.”

“i told you to be a good boy ‘n wait, choso,” she murmurs, averting her eyes back towards you before silencing your syrupy sweet moans with a kiss. you’re out of breath, practically dragging your hands up her spine before pulling her closer towards the warmth of your body. you taste the remains of her favored lipgloss on your tongue before she departs, watching choso frown. “aw. just a few more minutes then you’ll get a turn, baby.”

“s—stop calling me that, yuki.” he mumbles, glancing down at you before softly strumming a thumb against your tummy.

“make me, pretty boy.” she jibes, giving him a quick wink before going back to kissing you.

“you’re . . you’re being a brat, yuki,” choso huffs out a cute irritated sigh. he leans close to give you a kiss. they’re both competing with you, solely on who can coat you with more kisses.

choso softly strums a thumb near the edge of your chin, pulling you closer into a deep kiss.

he tastes sweet . . sweeter than he’s ever been.

even though, yuki’s continuing to vigorously sway her hips against yours—your right arm hooks around her waist as she’s rutting back and forth, about to fall into a blissful spasm.

“i— i want you,” choso speaks between soft breaths, foreheads meeting against each other. the way he was trying to get between you both was so cute.

one kiss turns into two, then three, then four . .

a plethora of adoring pecks near your lips. when choso’s horny and needy, it’s adorable.

he literally can’t keep his hands to himself.

he allows his hands roam all over your body as yuki’s slowly lifts up your leg a tad bit higher.

with the angle she has, her sopping cunt resumes to clash against yours. the moist wet plops of squelches that escaped from the both of you were so lewd.

the entirety of the provocative scene taking place was simply downright dirty. the blonde woman starts to moan herself the second she feels a sudden rapture pool up inside her clenched abdomen.

“my . . my,” she squeaks, a sheepish smile going against her lips before she picks up her pace a bit more. her voice was teasing, a mere harmony to listen to.

she feels the slight twinge that lasts for only a second, it shifts into pleasure and you’re surely about to lose it. yuki pulls choso away from you before kissing you again for probably the umpteenth time. with a pout, he watches before not expecting yuki to bring him into a kiss also.

“oh you big baby,” she hums playfully, still grinding against you—with the obscene view, your eyes linger towards her chiseled abs that flex and tense with each jerk she creates forward. she’s unintentionally sexy, with a brief moment of her hips—you gaze as a few beads of sweat race down her stomach and she shoots you a sly grin. “if you wanted a kiss, choso all you had to do was ask.”

“y—yuki..” choso moans, melting into butter just from her coquettish actions.

her plump lips were so soft as they went against his, you felt your cunt twitch at watching them make out. choso doesn’t know what to do with his hands and she titters, grabbing his hands to place on her waist. still multitasking, she’s keeping up her rhythm at pulverizing her hips steady against you. so wet, the noises that squealed from your pussy rings throughout your ears and even reverbs across the entire room.

the both of you were close—substantially approaching that familiar unavoidable release. tips of your ears grew out to be so hot, your hand drags towards her ass to squeeze it and she giggles.

“aw,” she teases, pulling away from choso for a breath of fresh air. he’s so embarrassed—but he didn’t exactly want her to pull away. choso subtly licks his lips before averting his eyes back down toward you. the stimulation, you find your back starting to arch before feeling your climax arise at such a rapid speed. it was sporadic the way everything was happening at once. “kiss our girl while she cums, choso.”

“f— fine,” he stammers, and he’s trying to keep up his jealous grumbly facade but he’s clearly failing. he didn’t know who he wanted more—you or yuki. alas, it was choso, so more than likely he wanted you both. and he did, he leaned up close before lowering his head toward you. you heave, breaths becoming more and more heavy before he softly laps his tongue against the inner part of your neck. you moan from his sweet touch, feeling choso then start to coat the entire frame of your collarbone with nothing but kisses.

“s—so sweet,” he croons, starting to gingerly nibble against your skin. “let yuki make you cum, c’mon princess,” and he leans in to kiss near your lips, “mwah,” he coos, skimming a thumb against the crevices of your mouth before staring at you. his naturally drowsy stare, it was so loving. he was still needy, yet seeing you so close to your orgasm was enough to make him wanna please you even more. after all, your pleasure was always their pleasure. “pretty girl.”

“yuki i’m gonna c—cummm,” you’d huff out in irregular pants, feeling the familiar coil within you be on the very edge of snapping. your hand squeezes yuki’s wrist and she’s just as vocal as you. sweet voice honeyed with such smoothness that you could listen to her all day.

she moves choso aside, hearing him grumble cutely before she kisses you again this time, every few seconds she breaks away before whispering, “give it to me baby,” and soft cacophonies along the sides of, “come on. make a mess all on my pussy.”

her words, it was filled with such dirtiness. she stares into your eyes, your hands merely dragging her hips back and forth before you end up cumming. yuki matches your peak, a gasp rippling from her lips before she slows her thrusts down.

“fuckkkk, sweetheart,” she moans, still grinding against you but she slows down—reaching a hand between your legs to spread your swollen lips open. she runs a thumb down your slit, watching you twitch and spasm before he exhales deeply. yuki giggles, feeling choso’s chin rests against her shoulder. he was done being patient, and he wanted attention too. “fine, fine. so impatient.”

she gets off of you and you’re catching your breath before choso sits you up. he peppers a few sweet kisses near your neck before whining.

“waited so long,” he shakily sighs. as you run a hand down his chiseled chest, he gets up between you and your nude body. as he inches closer, that’s when you feel it. choso’s hardened boner that poked through his shorts, he was embarrassed—but he wanted you so bad. mwah, another kiss presses against your forehead before he spreads your legs, softly rubbing against your sensitive entrance. “now it’s m-my turn, princess. just lie back ‘n let me do everything o—okay?”

[notiddygothgf]

7. Behave

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ You need to behave ❞ ❝ I can try. ❞

★ c.w.: aki being a smooth criminal. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HI THEREEEE. im giving you some new chapter(s. yes. plural) before this week because i start my new internship and i know i will be super busy! also bc my cousin slash proofreader told me she would end her life if i didn't so. (her, just now btw: yeah. you know thats right!) anyway take this damn chapter. i HOPE YOU LOVED ITTTT i love tension i love aki hes such a sweet pea in this chapter. MORE SEXINESS COMINGGGGG AKAKAKA KEEP COMMENTING ILY ALL

★ w.c: .6.5k

shameless ; chapter index

"THANK YOU FOR COMING under such short notice," Makima began, her voice smooth and authoritative. She stood at the head of the table, her gaze sweeping over the room, which was empty save for you and her. "Today's agenda is straightforward. We have a new mission that requires immediate attention, and I believe it's crucial to ensure everything goes smoothly."

You shifted in your seat, trying to focus on her words.

Makima's eyes flicked to you briefly before continuing. "We have a newcomer joining one of our teams, specifically under the command of Captain Hayakawa."

No fucking way. You thought. There was no way – no fucking shot. Your heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of his name.

Makima continued, "While I have full confidence in Captain Hayakawa's capabilities, I believe it wouldn't hurt to have an additional layer of support."

She paused, looking directly at you. "Which is why you will be joining Hayakawa's mission alongside his team."

Before you could react, the door opened again, and the captain in question stepped in. His eyes went wide when he saw you, but he quickly masked his surprise, standing tall and composed.

Act cool, you reminded yourself. Don't be messy.

Still, it was hard to ignore him when you had spent the last week of your life replaying the memory of his lips on your skin. As if you hadn't spent all of last night and this morning anxious to see him again. Replaying the memory of his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise while you were on top of him.

Fuck.

"I apologize for the short notice," Makima said, her gaze shifting to Aki. "You will be taking on this mission with additional support to ensure its success."

Aki nodded, his eyes flickering back to you only momentarily. He couldn't stop looking at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn't quite place. You tried to maintain your composure, feeling the weight of his gaze. If you stayed in that room any longer, you thought you would have exploded.

"Understood," Aki said, his voice steady. So deep, fucking hell – the sound of it practically had you squeezing your thighs together.

"Good," Makima said, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You're dismissed."

You bowed, and made your exit. He followed you.

As you and Aki walked out into the hallway, the tension between you was palpable. The door clicked shut behind you, and Aki turned to you, his voice low.

"Are you busy right now? Or after this?"

You shook your head, trying to hide the slight tremor in your voice. You were so happy to see him, it wasn't even funny. "Not really. Why?"

You followed him outside, the cool afternoon air a stark contrast to the stuffy meeting room.

"There's a cafe up the block from here," He said slowly. "Wanna grab a coffee with me?"

Yes. More than anything.

"I'd prefer something alcoholic," You answered. "Or sweet. Know anywhere a girl can get a soda around here? If not, a beer would suffice."

"I'd prefer something alcoholic," you answered, a teasing smile playing on your lips. "Or sweet. Know anywhere a girl can get a soda around here? If not, a beer would suffice."

Aki smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Can't have you drinking on the job now, can we?"

You walked in comfortable silence, the noise of Tokyo's busy sidewalks filling the spaces between your thoughts. People moved around you in a blur of motion, but it felt like you and Aki were in your own little bubble. Aki walked side by side with you, his sword strapped to his back, the hilt glinting in the sunlight. The sun filtered through his bangs, casting dappled shadows on his face and making his features look almost ethereal.

Your eyes wandered, taking in the vibrant cityscape around you. Neon signs flashed overhead, and the smell of street food wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers from a nearby park. You felt a sense of contentment, an odd calm in the midst of the city's chaos.

You pulled over to a vending machine on the corner. Aki dug into his pocket and pulled out a few coins, dropping them into the slot with a clink. He turned to you, his eyes questioning. "What do you want?"

"Oh, uh..." you trailed off, glancing at the selection. "Dr. Pepper?"

He punched in the numbers, and the can clattered down into the dispenser. He retrieved it for you and then put in a few more coins to get himself a Coke.

You popped the cap, and he did the same. The crisp sound of the cans opening was followed by a hiss of carbonation.

"Cheers," you said, tapping your can against his. The impact made the soda fizz up and threaten to spill. You quickly brought the can to your lips, sucking up the overflow.

Aki licked the top of his can clean, his tongue darting out in a way that made your thoughts wander.

"It's so nice out today," you said as the two of you began to walk again, the city sprawling out before you.

"That's because I told the weather you'd be coming back," Aki replied with a smirk, his tone playful.

"Cornball." You laughed, playfully shoving him in the shoulder. The casual contact sent a thrill through you. "How have you been since we last saw each other?"

"Miserable," he answered.

You laughed at his admission. Then, when you realized he wasn't joking, you piped down.

"Has Himeno said anything about," You took a sip of your Dr. Pepper, "You know...?

"The two of us hooking up?" He answered like it was nothing, "No, she hasn't."

"No–" You sputtered, "I meant about everything else that happened."

"She hasn't texted you?" He raised a brow at you. When you didn't answer, he shrugged, "She'll get over herself."

Then, when you continued to look at him with an unspoken question hidden behind your lips, he added, "No one knows about us. Not here, at least."

Good. You thought. You wanted to keep it that way. Yet, for some odd reason, you couldn't shake the sinking feeling in your gut at the thought of other women laying their hands on him.

"About that..." You sighed. "Aki, look... I– you're a great guy, and I... it just... You understand why it can't happen again, right?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen the first time, either," He answered coolly – you stopped walking, and he stopped, too, letting the pedestrians pass the two of you by, "What?" He asked, "I think it's a little late for that, don't you?"

You rolled your eyes. The worst part was that he was right. "Yeah, but I just... I dunno, I want to be– I want to do the right thing."

Aki sighed, "Look. I would never do anything you don't wanna do. Believe me when I say that you have full control of any situation that goes on in between us. At the same time," He took a breath, "I can't sit here and lie and tell you I haven't been thinking about you every day since you left. I will never stop craving you. In fact, I'd help you break your vows again in a heartbeat. Just say the word."

You felt the heat creep from the back of your neck to the points of your cheeks. You're insufferable, you thought, Insufferable and infuriatingly attractive. 

God, I hate you. It couldn't have been further from the truth.

You began walking again. He followed suit.

"You gonna tell him?" He asked you.

You answered him without looking, "Who?"

With legs as long as his, it didn't take him very long at all to catch up to you – walking side by side like an obedient dog.

"Your husband."

The sound of those words coming out of his mouth made your heart drop. You knew he knew you had a husband, reasonably, but he had never acknowledged him verbally. Until today.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to seem unphased by him – a task that proved to be much more difficult than it seemed, considering that every time you looked into your husband's eyes, you wished they were his instead. "Tell him what?" You sipped your Dr. Pepper.

Your coworker raised a brow, deadpanning, "That you fucked your coworker."

His brazen remark made you all but choke on your soda, wiping the spilled saccharine fluid off of your lips. You were in complete and utter disbelief that he would be so open about it in public, like he wasn't at all ashamed by what he had done.

After a moment of silence, you replied, "I'll get to it. Look, we got into this... this fight before I left. It got pretty ugly. He's angry enough as it is. At the very least, I want to keep my life in Kyoto."

"Do you, though?" He hummed.

You didn't. 

When the two of you passed a flower shop on the side of the road, you pulled over, drawn to a planter full of wildflowers near the front – pink and blue and gorgeous. You reached out to pinch one of the stems between your fingertips.

"Yes," You snapped back, gaze trained on the plant. "And if you want to keep this cordial relationship going, then you need to behave. I want you to behave."

He sighed behind you – voice much closer this time, like he was right behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stand to your right.

You didn't glorify him with a response. Instead, you brought one of the flowers up to your nose, giving it a sniff. It smelled fresh, as if they had just been picked this morning. It was a rare treat to find such unique flowers at a store.

You could feel his presence next to you – the warmth of his body right next to yours. The proximity was suffocating. He was staring at the pretty flowers, too. He was so close, in fact, that you felt his knuckle graze yours. You stifled a shudder but didn't move away.

His touch brought back memories of the two of you in bed together. The heat of his skin, the way he whispered your name, the intense look in his eyes.

"You murdered my happiness– our happiness. This is the end of everything, isn't it?"

"You are my happiness," He panted, licking a stripe from your clavicle to your jaw. 

"Oh, fuck–" You arched your back, eyes rolling with bliss. "Murderer–" You moaned, "Murderer!"

The knot in your stomach was about to snap. You could feel it.

"Murderer!"

"Yes–" He breathed.

"Don't stop–"

"I won't."

His finger caressed yours, twitching, as if he wanted to hold your hand.

You stared at the flowers, trying to concentrate on their vibrant colors and delicate petals, but every nerve in your body was focused on the subtle pressure of his touch – every nerve was on fire. His knuckle brushed against yours again, this time lingering just a bit longer. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt through you that you could feel in the pit of your stomach.

The world around you seemed to fade, the bustling sounds of the city and the murmurs of people passing by becoming a distant hum. It was just you and him, standing in front of a planter full of wildflowers, the air thick with unspoken words.

I missed you, You thought, but didn't say.

Your breath caught as his pinky finger hooked around yours, the smallest of connections, yet it felt like a lifeline. It took everything in you not to turn your hand and entwine your fingers with his.

He shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours. The movement caused his fingers to slide further against yours, and you could feel the soft pad of his thumb tracing your palm.

Your heart was pounding inside of your chest.

He was close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He reached out and gently touched a white flower, his fingers brushing against the soft petals.

"These are beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. You could hear the underlying tension, the same tension that thrummed through your veins.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He mused, eyes scanning your flustered face.

Slowly, rather than awaiting an answer from you, he pulled the cigarette out from between his lips, popping it between yours.

You knew it was wrong. 

But, still, you couldn't resist the temptation as you wrapped your lips around the stick and breathed in.

Just as your fingers began to intertwine, you pulled away abruptly, your heart racing. The sudden loss of contact felt like a physical ache, but you forced yourself to move.

He was fucking addictive, and you felt like you were experiencing withdrawals.

"Sorry," Aki said. For the briefest moment, hurt flashed across his expression. It was quickly replaced by that deadpan, stone-faced facade that you knew so well, like it was only a moment of weakness."I'm gonna run to the bathroom. Don't get lost."

"Yeah, okay," You breathed in response.

He hesitated for a second, like he didn't really want to go, but eventually turned and left you alone with your thoughts. You stood there, staring at the flowers but not really seeing them. Your mind wandered, drifting through the chaotic mess of thoughts that had been stirred up since you stepped back into Tokyo.

You thought about the plants, the ones you admired at the entrance with their big, green leaves. They were beautiful. Your husband would never let you bring one home.

The memory of him – of your last interaction with him – left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Your thoughts circled back to Aki. His words echoed in your mind:

It's a little late for that, don't you think?

Was he right? Had you already crossed a line that you couldn't uncross?

The conflict in your brain was overwhelming. On one hand, the allure of indulging your passions was tempting, intoxicating,even. On the other hand, you had a life back in Kyoto, a comfortable lifestyle that you knew well, even if it wasn't fulfilling.

You couldn't possibly give it all up for a man in uniform, could you?

You wandered deeper into the shop, your eyes glancing over the array of plants and flowers. The air was filled with the earthy scent of soil and the sweet fragrance of blooms. You trailed your fingers over the leaves of a potted fern, its delicate fronds tickling your skin.

You found yourself standing in front of a tall, leafy plant with broad, vibrant green leaves. It was stunning, and you could picture it in your living room, adding a touch of life and color to the space. But then the image of your husband's disapproving face flashed in your mind. He would never allow it. He hated the mess they made, the dirt that inevitably found its way onto the floor.

A sigh escaped your lips. Why did everything have to be so complicated? 

You were caught between two worlds, two lives. One was predictable and safe, the other chaotic and exhilarating. And Aki...he was the embodiment of that second life, the one that made your heart race and your mind spin with possibilities.

Your thoughts drifted to the times you had spent with him, the stolen glances, the memory of his lips like a ghost on your neck.

It's a little late for that, don't you think?

You felt a pang of guilt. Your husband didn't deserve this. He was a good man, providing a stable, comfortable life for you. But comfort wasn't everything. There was a part of you that craved more, that longed for the passion and intensity that Aki brought into your life.

Your fingers brushed against the edge of a delicate orchid, its petals soft and velvety under your touch. You remembered how Aki's touch felt against your skin, the way his fingers trailed over your body with a mix of tenderness and desire. The memory sent a shiver down your spine.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus, to ground yourself. The logical part of your mind told you to walk away, to leave Tokyo and never look back. But your heart, your traitorous heart, whispered that maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk.

Just then, you heard footsteps approaching. You opened your eyes and turned to see Aki standing there. He was holding something behind his back.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

You nodded slowly, not knowing whether or not to feel relieved that he had interrupted your thoughts.

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Alright."

You were exhausted. Mentally and physically.

The two of you walked out of the shop, the unspoken tension still hanging in the air. It was as if nothing had happened at all between the two of you, and while you thought you wanted that before, you weren't so sure now.

Was it really too late to turn back?

The sun felt warm against your face, against the fabric of your Public Safety uniform that heated up beneath its rays. You took a deep breath of fresh air before looking at Aki again.

He looked beautiful in the sunlight. The golden glow hugged his pretty features – his perfect nose, the curve of his cupid's bow, the pools of moody blue in his eyes. When he was looking at you like that... he was breathtaking.

And he was... holding a bouquet out with one hand...? It looked like the flowers you had seen in the planter at the shop. Long, beautiful stems speckled with soft, pastel petals – hues of blue, pink and purple projecting from the bouquet like pretty little fireworks. Wildflowers, the kind you couldn't buy anywhere else.

You felt similar fireworks in your stomach. You didn't know which sight was more beautiful – the flowers, or him.

"Aki..." You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding. "What's this?"

"The flowers you liked. I asked the shop owner to make me a bouquet," He peered down at you softly, tenderly, as if his gaze could melt you like butter. "Do you like them?"

And, clearly, it could. Your expression softened immediately, and you took the flowers from him gently. "I love them, Aki. They're gorgeous," You paused, nearly saying 'you shouldn't be getting me these. I don't deserve them', but decided resisting him was hopeless, "Thank you."

He bought you flowers. He. Bought. You. Flowers. Your smile could power an entire city.

"You shouldn't have," You hummed, giving them a good whiff. They smelled even fresher than the ones you had smelled outside of the shop. "They're so fucking pretty."

He smiled stupidly, as if he couldn't help himself, "So are you."

As the two of you continued walking up the block – to nowhere in particular, at least to your knowledge – Aki began to speak again, "My roommates aren't home today. You should come back to my place. We can–"

"We're not doing that again," You deadpanned.

Aki frowned. "I was just gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie. Have a few beers, bake something."

"I shouldn't be at your place at all," You reminded him. You would not be so easily swayed. "For any reason. Remember?"

"Not even if I make us dinner?" He tried to bargain with you. "I wanted to try something new tonight. Maybe you could try it for me. Give me some pointers, you know?"

Okay. Apparently, you would be so easily swayed.

"Alright, fine," You sighed. Pointing an accusatory finger at him, you added, "But I have to behave, Aki. You need to behave."

He only smiled at your words, swatting your hand away, "I can try."

.

You stood barefoot in the bathroom, watching yourself in the mirror. Your Public Safety uniform sat folded in a pile on top of the toilet. Aki's sweater – which he had offered you after it became clear that your afternoon rendezvous would carry on into the evening – hung off of your much smaller frame. The neckline was so wide that it threatened to slip off of your shoulder, and the sleeves fell far past your fingers.

He had given you a pair of sweatshorts to change into, too, but you couldn't imagine trying them on. At least, not when his sweater fell just above your knees like a nightgown.

And, for the love of all that was holy, the smell of him clung to the navy blue fabric. You could hardly bear to be wrapped in it – swaddled in the warmth of something you knew he wore over his own body.

You were frozen, staring at your reflection, the oversized sweater consuming your smaller frame. The way the fabric draped over you, brushing against your knees, made you feel small, almost protected. But that wasn't right, was it? You were married, and this—this was crossing a line. Crossing that line you just said you weren't going to cross a few hours earlier.

It's just clothes. Who cares if I don't wear the pants under it? It's not like I'm spreading my legs open for him.

You weren't sure who you were trying to convince.

You wanted to believe that, needed to believe it. After all, the sweater was practically a dress on you, and it wasn't like you were walking around with your ass hanging out. And the shorts? They didn't belong to you, didn't fit right. No, the sweater was good enough.

You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent once more. The warmth, the familiarity, it almost felt like a comfort you had been deprived of for so long. But you knew this wasn't about the sweater or the way it fit.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, you knew you had taken a moment too long. You released a weak breath, trying to act casual, trying to convince yourself that everything was fine. That you hadn't crossed a line. But deep down, you knew you were lying to yourself.

It wasn't just about the sweater.

Aki was in the kitchen by the stove, donning a black sweatshirt and gray sweatpants himself. He was hunched over a pot, stirring something that smelled delicious.

You sauntered into the kitchen, crossing your arms self-consciously over your chest. "Smells tasty," You hummed.

Aki turned around, licking something off of his finger. He looked as if he was about to say something, perhaps a witty retort, but whatever he was going to say died on his lips when he saw you in his sweater. His gaze flicked down to your shoulders, your sleeve-covered arms, the smooth skin of your legs that the sweater revealed – and he looked like it took everything he had to keep his mouth shut.

His expression softened, like you made him as weak as he made you. Then, like he hadn't promised to behave a few hours earlier, a smile most scandalous snuck over his lips.

You propped your hand up on your hip, quirking your brow at him, "What?"

He shook his head, but the smile never left his face. "Nothing," He laughed quietly, "You look cute. Am I allowed to say that?"

I look cute? You thought. You look cute.

Cute was an understatement, honestly. There was a sort of domestic charm to him cooking dinner for the two of you, clad in his pajamas, black hair down over his neck and hanging in his pretty face. It was dangerous – you could get used to a sight like that, and that idea frightened you.

"No," You bit your lip, fighting a cheeky grin of your own, "But, thank you."

Reasonably, you knew it was inappropriate. Still, you figured there was no harm in indulging a little.

You left the kitchen after that, skipping into the living room of his apartment – which was so, undeniably him, with its clean blue, white and gray accents – and plopping down on the carpet between the couch and the coffee table. You pulled a blanket off of the couch and wrapped it around your shoulders. Your can of beer sat open on a coaster on the table from earlier, and you took a hefty swig of it.

The TV was on, set to a soap opera with the volume down. You reached for the remote and turned it up (like you owned the place).

"Cookies are in," Aki climbed over the couch, sitting on the floor next to you. He set two dishes on the table. "Now we wait 10 minutes."

You practically began to salivate just looking at the food. There were pieces of chicken neatly sliced on the plate, topped off with a delicious sauce that smelled an awful lot like the one you had smelled Aki making earlier.

"It's Teriyaki," He said.

You picked up your chopsticks, popping a piece in your mouth and all but moaning at the flavor. "That's really fucking good, Aki."

"Is it?" He asked, "I thought I overcooked it."

"Just take the damn compliment, Captain," You answered him (while stuffing your face full of chicken).

Aki only smiled at you. "Do you want to watch anything specific? I have one of the Halloween movies in."

"Halloween's fine," You offered, "I'd say I could go for a romcom, but I doubt you'd have one of those lying around. Don't seem like that kinda guy."

"You'd be surprised," He hummed, holding his beer can up to his lips and taking a sip, "I don't own any, but, for the record, I can get pretty caught up in those soap operas on the TV."

"Is that so?" You grinned stupidly.

He turned the DVD Player on with the remote, using his other hand to feed himself a few more pieces of chicken. It was all so sickeningly domestic that it made your head spin.

Aki set his chopsticks down on the table, turning to you after the opening credits began to roll. "Mind letting me in?" He said, nodding toward your blanket.

The thought of sharing a blanket with him had you flushed and nervous. You shook your head, "Like hell I will. Go get your own blanket."

"That is my blanket," He corrected you, shifting closer, "Now, move over, before I steal it from you."

As you scooted away, a playful grin spread across your face. "You're not getting it," you said, holding the blanket tight around your body like it was a lifeline.

Aki arched his brow, his lips quirking up in a smirk. "We'll see about that," he murmured, inching closer to you.

You squealed, trying to push him away as he pretended to wrestle the blanket from your grip. "No! Get your own!" you laughed, your heart pounding in your chest.

Aki chuckled, effortlessly overpowering your resistance. "Told you, it's mine," he said, his arm slipping around your shoulders. Before you could protest, he tugged the blanket over both of you, trapping you in the shared warmth.

The sudden proximity stole your breath away. The room fell silent, the only sound being the faint murmur of the movie playing in the background. You tried to focus on the screen, but it was impossible with Aki so close, his presence overwhelming your senses. His cologne, the remnants of his cooking, the subtle heat radiating from him—it all wrapped around you, making your heart race.

Your eyes flickered to him, and you froze. He was already looking at you, his expression unreadable, but the tension between you was palpable. The space between your faces was impossibly small, and for a moment, you thought he might—

A shrill alarm pierced the air, shattering the moment.

"The cookies," Aki whispered, his voice low and rough. He pulled away from you reluctantly, the blanket falling from his shoulders as he got up.

You watched him as he walked to the kitchen, your body still tingling from where his arm had been. He moved with practiced ease, opening the oven and pulling the cookie tray out, grabbing a spatula to flick the cookies onto a plate. The sound of a blood-curdling scream from the TV pulled your attention back to the movie, but your focus was split, your mind still reeling from the closeness you'd just shared.

Hesitantly, you moved to the couch.

Aki returned to the living room, the plate of cookies in hand. He slipped back under the blanket without a word, settling beside you so closely that your thighs pressed together, the heat between your bodies almost suffocating. You didn't resist this time, letting him claim his spot, but the tension in the air was undeniable, thick like static electricity.

You both finished your meals in silence, the sounds of the movie barely registering as your senses were tuned entirely to his presence. Each movement he made sent a ripple of awareness through you. The way his fingers brushed against yours as he reached for his drink, the subtle shift of his leg against yours—it was all too much, and not enough at the same time.

What's wrong with me today? Am I in heat?

Desperate for a distraction, you reached for a cookie and took a bite, the sweet warmth of it melting on your tongue. "This is so good," you murmured, your voice coming out softer than you intended. You held the cookie out to him, offering it like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. "You have to try it."

He turned to you, his eyes locking with yours in a way that made your heart stutter. "Okay," he said, but instead of reaching for a cookie from the plate, he leaned in. Slowly, deliberately, his gaze never wavered from yours.

You froze as he crossed that unspoken boundary between the two of you. For a brief moment, you thought he might—no, he wouldn't—but then his lips brushed against the edge of the cookie, and your heart slammed against your ribcage. He took a bite, his eyes dark and intense, watching your every reaction.

He chewed slowly, almost deliberately, before he spoke. "That's good," he murmured, his voice low, resonant with an undercurrent of something that sent a fucking shiver down your spine. He licked a crumb from his finger, a simple gesture made unbearably sexy by the way his eyes flicked back to yours.

Your hand trembled as you set the cookie down, your mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the moment. The room felt too small, the air too thick, every second stretching out as you both sat there, teetering on the edge of something that felt inevitable.

The tension was unbearable, an unspoken force drawing you closer together. Your breath was shallow, every inch of your body hyper-aware of his proximity, the way his eyes seemed to darken with every passing second. The space between you was charged, electric, as if the very air was waiting for you to make the next move – as if he was waiting for you to make the next move.

Then, before either of you could break the silence, you both moved at once – all but jumping at each other in the process of linking your lips together in the middle.The kiss was fierce, desperate, as if all the tension that had been building between the two of you finally snapped, and the sheer force of it nearly knocked the breath out of you.

His hands were on you in an instant, rough and urgent, pulling you into his lap.

It was a mess of heat and need, his lips devouring yours with a hunger that screamed, 'I missed you. I'm tired of pretending like I didn't'. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it felt like you might drown in it. The taste of teriyaki mingled with the lingering sweetness of the cookie, a heady mix that only drove you further into the sensation of him, him, him.

You wrapped your bare thighs around his lower back, letting him pull you closer still. With your hips flush against his, you could feel him pressing up against you – hot and ready, just like the cookies were.

It had been years since you had felt desired like this. Would it really be so bad to indulge yourself a little more?

You could feel his breath hitch, his grip tightening on your waist as the kiss intensified, becoming something almost frantic. The world outside of this moment ceased to exist; it was just the two of you, lost in each other, in the heat, the taste, the sheer overwhelming desire as you ravaged each other on Aki's couch.

You could forget about his roommates for a minute.

Wait.

His roommates.

When you finally pulled away, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Your chest heaved, struggling to catch your breath, as you stared at each other, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and you could see the conflict there, the struggle between what had just happened and the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air.

'You need to behave'.

"Aki–" You panted, gripping the inky black tresses at the base of his neck while his kisses descended down the valley of your neck. "Aki, your roommates–"

"Fuck them," He mumbled against your skin. "Missed you."

And there it was, that warm pit of desire bubbling deep inside of your gut. The feeling of being desired. Of being missed.

A shuddering moan passed through your lips when he wrapped his lips around your sweet spot, right in the crook of your neck, and applied a gentle suction.

"I told you– we can't be doing this," You said (but did absolutely nothing to stop his kisses), "Oh, God, Aki."

You felt so weak. He made you weak. You couldn't possibly resist him.

"Aren't they– Aren't they coming?" Was your next attempt at stopping the moment (despite the fact that you most definitely did not want to stop, and made that clear by rolling your hips into him like a desperate whore).

"My roommates?" He smirked, sliding off the couch and dropping to his knees to press more kisses to your thighs, your legs. He peeked up, blue eyes glinting with mischief, "No, but you can, if you want."

"We can't..." You trailed off, but, fuck, when you watched him get down on his knees to press slow, tender kisses to your calf, you really, really wondered if you could.

"We can," He murmured, voice slurred against your skin. "Right here on the couch, if you want. Bedroom works, too. But do you want me to – is the question."

Want him... to do what...?

You thought of the last time you'd had him like this. The image of his black hair disappearing between your thighs, his tongue lapping you up like he was dying of thirst.

And you couldn't help the wanton shudder that overcame you. "I do, Aki, but..."

"Say it again," He peered up at you, eyes desperate.

"I.." You swallowed. "I do– I want you to... I want you, Aki."

He put his head down, pressing a kiss to your thigh, "Fuck, say it again."

"I... I want you, Aki," You breathed. It felt liberating to say it – no "but"s or "if"s attached. Just him. You wanted him in the most primitive and feral way that you had ever wanted anyone before.

"Then let me have you again," He murmured softly. He licked a long stripe up your leg, from your inner thigh to where the sweater ended. "I've been craving it all week," He continued, throwing your earlier words back at you, "You wouldn't keep a needy man waiting, would you?"

"No," You panted. Not knowing how else to sugar coat the words – and being, frankly, too exhausted for formalities, you cut to the chase. "I need you to fuck me, Aki."

He froze suddenly, wild eyes peering into yours like he thought you would never ask. "Yeah?" He replied, breathless. "Right now?"

"Please, sir..." You teased him. "You won't keep a needy woman waiting, will you?"

"But, your roommates..." You said. "What if they come home early?"

His hands slid up your smooth thighs, beneath the hem of his sweater, where they could grip your hips. "You'll be quiet for me, yeah?"

And his eyes, fuck, his eyes – he peered up at you, half-lidded, tipsy, and enamored by you. Who knew that the Devil Hunter could have such an ability to look as if he, himself, had been possessed by a Devil?

You told yourself you would be good. You told yourself that you would do the right thing.

"Yes," You exhaled softly, like it pained you to keep it in, "Fuck, yes."

You would just... start tomorrow.

Tomorrow, You thought as he slipped beneath your sweater and pulled your ass closer to the edge of the couch, Yeah, that's it.

Tomorrow.

a/n:

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[godsofhumanity]

any Tyr and fenrir hcs?

YEAHH TYR ONE OF MY FAVE GUYS EVERRRR AND FENRIR THE BEST DOG OUT THEREEEE (sorry cerberus fans)

ok. i feel like you can't talk about Loki's children without talking about the father himself. so let's start there. note: everything i'm about to write is pre-Baldr's death by a LOT.

i don't believe that any specific lore is given regarding Angrboda besides her role as Hel, Jormungandr and Fenrir's mother, so in my invention of events, i hc that Angrboda lived in a camp of giants that, while not overtly hostile, was encroaching on Asgardian territory and Odin, not willing to provoke all out war but not ready to risk being suddenly overrun with giants, sent out his favourite "diplomat" Loki as his eyes and ears in this giant camp to make sure everyone was keeping to themselves.

but Loki's mind works in... mischievous ways. he meets Angrboda in this camp and, obviously, they develop a relationship... a relationship that detains Loki in the camp for much longer than Odin originally sent him out for.

it's pretty known that Loki comes and goes as he pleases, but i think Loki's absence worries Odin and so eventually Odin goes out to this camp himself in the guise of a crow, and he discovers why Loki has been absent for so long; there are three children there, Loki's-- Hel, Jormungandr, and Fenrir.

a war unwittingly breaks out, and i think the Asgardians lay waste to the small camp of the giants, and while i don't think Angrboda is killed, she is badly injured and too weak to put up a fight for her children.

now, i don't think Loki actually truly cares for his children. at least, he's not in the running for Father of the Year. i think he's just a manipulator and schemer, and so he asks Odin to spare the children because they are his own and they're only infants. i think Hel is just a young girl,, maybe 8 or 9 yrs in mortal terms, Jormungandr is slightly younger, and Fenrir is just a pup... a tiny little thing, still wrapped in swaddling like a baby.

so Odin relents, and he brings them back with him to Asgard. Odin has some prophetic abilities, but not clear or detailed... i think he glimpses the destruction that the children can cause and so he elects to divide the children from each other and allocates them to be certain gods' responsibilities... i won't go into details about this since you only asked for Fenrir and Tyr, but naturally, Odin asks Tyr to watch over Fenrir.

i hc Fenrir to be the youngest of Loki's monster brood. he has no recollection of his mother, no relation with his father, and though his siblings have always been "siblings" in every sense of the term, while he was with Tyr, i think he didn't remember much of Jormungandr or Hel.. these relationships only developed properly after Tyr's "betrayal".

this is important to me because i think it establishes that Tyr really was Fenrir's only family. despite Tyr, like many other Asgardians, not really liking Loki, i do not think he grudged Fenrir.

Odin did not intend for their relationship to be sweet or friendly or familial, but Tyr does not raise Tyr with contempt. he treats him with respect and kindness. they become equals.

i'm not quite sure how to categorise Tyr and Fenrir's relationship-- Fenrir wasn't Tyr's pet. nor was he really a son or a brother. he simply came to be a friend. like a best friend. someone you could count on no matter what.

i think Fenrir, while he was still "reasonably sized" would have accompanied Tyr in battles. they would fight back to back.

i also have a hc of Fenrir always finding his way into Tyr's bed, like dogs do... and that was ok while he was a cute little pup, but the bigger Fenrir gets, the less room there is.

Tyr i think, becomes closer to Fenrir than he thought he would be. Fenrir is the only one of his siblings to live in Asgard, since Tyr lives in Asgard, therefore, i think Fenrir would have seen Loki. and i hc that Tyr would get frustrated and protective of Fenrir when Loki would make comments about Fenrir or mock him as having become a "pet".

but, not everyone shares Tyr's sentiments. for many Asgardians, Fenrir is and always will be known as Loki's son. and people don't like Loki.

i hc that Odin has a dream, which of course, he interprets as a revelation-- in it, a giant wolf attacks Asgard.. a premonition of Ragnarok to come. seeing how large Fenrir has grown, Odin decides that Fenrir must be leashed for the protection of everyone.

i think Tyr protests this... he knows that Fenrir has a good soul, and he's actually nothing like Loki. but i think there's a majority vote to use a leash and chain him.

thus, Tyr is forced to participate in the scheme.. only, Tyr believes that the chain will simply hold Fenrir fast... he doesn't know it's really a muzzle, and a chain so short that Fenrir will never be able to move from that spot or open his mouth. this is something only Odin knows, and he keeps this a secret from Tyr because he knows his son will fight it.

so, as the myth goes, Tyr assures Fenrir that he can trust him, that it's only a precaution. i think Fenrir would have been very confused about it all, but he loves and trusts Tyr, so when Tyr gives him his word, he agrees to lay still while they bind him. Tyr even places his arm in Fenrir's mouth as a gesture of trust.

except... the chains are heavier than they thought... and they burn. they singe Fenrir's fur, and in pain and anger, Fenrir closes his mouth on Tyr's arm, and everyone's freaking out because there's blood everywhere and there's a giant wolf wreaking havoc... and Tyr realises Odin's true intentions, but he's wrenched away from the scene far too quickly.

and by the time he's recovered and goes back to see Fenrir, the wolf is long gone... chained up somewhere else, in a dark, lonely cave, far away from Tyr, thinking forever that Tyr knew about the chains and betrayed him.

thus the relationship crumbles into fine dust.

curiously, Fenrir is not the one to kill Tyr in Ragnarok. canonically, it is Hel's wolf, Garmr who kills and is killed by Tyr... but Fenrir does kill Odin. i don't think it contributes anything by swapping these kills around and saying that Fenrir kills Tyr and Garmr kills Odin just to add a little poetic justice... so instead, i think that maybe Hel is the one who delivers justice for her brother and slays Tyr (i do think that Hel genuinely loves her siblings, and fights for them. i think they respect her too and fight on Loki's side during Ragnarok at her say so... but i won't expand on that here hehe). and perhaps, i wonder whether Tyr truly fights back...

i do hc that the guilt of betraying Fenrir is something that weighs deeply on Tyr's conscience, and i don't really think he's the same guy after that. he's darker, and more serious, and he laughs just a little bit less.

and Fenrir's not the same either. hatred and wrath consume him... he is no longer the fun, sweet pup that ran through fields under blue skies, but a cynical, blood-thirsting wolf. he doesn't trust anyone besides Jormungandr and Hel after that.

[trappers-cloak]

The Buck and the Fox

Chapter 2 - The Jewel of the Heartlands

Chapter 2 of my ongoing fanfic, the Buck and the Fox.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x female oc, narrative building. i'm trying to stay away from tropes to describe rn, still new to writing and posting fanfiction!

word count: ~4k

Diana Wegner

It had been several days since Diana had her life given back to her, albeit by the skin of her teeth. To her, it may have seemed like months since she had seen the man - Arthur - yet she found herself thinking of him often. Each time she did, she pinched herself, remembering the vows she choked through in the chapel, five years prior. 

Not that she had to pinch herself often. Where she grew up with ample time on her hands to think and read and embroider and mull over the state of the world, she now had a ranch to take charge of. Cows to milk, sheep to shear in the summer, chickens to feed. 

A typical day began in her tent. This was the first abnormality of her would-be married life. The tent behind the store that Arthur had seen had a companion tent for three quarters of every month. Each morning in the tent had its reason for starting there, but this morning was defined by cold water, a pail, and a set of bloody undergarments. 

Diana grunted as she scrubbed them clean. She had grown used to this particular part of womanhood in recent years - before, her parents would never have dreamt she’d be put to such a task. Then again, they would be appalled if they saw her in any capacity today. 

After the underclothes were scrubbed beyond recognition - with only a light brown stain, where a deep cherry red had been - she got herself dressed for the morning. For ranchwork, she opted for her pants, a loose pair, with a black unbuttoned shirt. She pulled out a pleasant sage green hat  - a round thing that had a sturdy, ornamental rope spiraling around its trim. 

The hat provided some good protection from the beating May sun, an especially useful trait given the lack of shade beside the big green barn. The various chores took Diana the better part of the day - feed the chickens, help Cripps set up the stew pot. Finally, she would reward herself with her favorites: the cattle. The great cows, Juno and Bessie, all but ran to the sight of Diana. They were some of her only friends of late - it was too hard for Eugene to forbid her from speaking to animals. 

“Hey, girls,” she cooed, petting both of them before picking up some hay. The cows mooed in response, nudging each other’s faces out of the way for the first bite. “There ya go,” Diana said again, feeling their hot breath on her hands. The great big bull stood nearby, waiting his turn. He had just been branded - the scar, and the pain from it, made the beast a bit shy of farmhands. The scar on his rump reminded Diana of her other purpose. 

“Seamus?” she called, grabbing another handful of hay. She called the name again as she walked over to the bull, beginning to feed it. “Thereeee, Vulcan, there ya go. I’m sorry, buddy,” she said. She knew better than to try petting him. “I’ll pick you something for that later.”

“Seamus?” she called again. I swear, if he’s drunk again… “Seamus? Where are you, you lazy sod!”

The grunting from behind the workbench told her all she needed to know. 

“You been on the moonshine again, then?”

Seamus bumped his head, and swore. “No,” he replied. “I’ve just been organizing the goods all day and magically collapsed!” The moonshine bottles clinked together under the bench. 

“Anything of use come by, then?” she asked, hoping for a hit. 

“Just these earrings - oh, and a silver bracelet. Nothing of much-”

“I’ll decide that, thank you very much.”

A small bag and a few coins exchanged hands. Seamus and Diana had formed an understanding three years ago, when Diana had caught him buying stolen goods from the brigands found around the county. She gained his allegiance when she’d promised not to tell Eugene, who would not only have thrown a fit, but would have demanded a hefty sum of the profits. Her husband was not only a hard-handed owner, but a ruthless capitalist with a nose for cash like a bloodhound. 

In exchange for some money, Seamus gave Diana the fine pieces of jewelry he came across. Paired with the feathers of pheasants, ducks and geese, Diana had grown skilled at creating small trinkets - a skill she had truly perfected as a child. The cowboys who frequented the store often liked to adorn their hats. 

The bag secured on her gunbelt, Diana turned again to seamus. “Any new carts?” Seamus also dealt in stolen buggies, which were few and far between. 

“Only one - a little two seater buggy. Romantic, fancy little thing,” he answered, and before Diana could ask, he said “Mister Wegner took it out already. Went to Valentine. Something about a horse?”

Diana raised her eyebrows. “How long do you think he’ll be there?”

“He brought a money clip with him. And a flask.”

So, it was an all night excursion. Eugene had a gambling habit, a drinking habit, and, when it suited him, a spending habit. Horses were his vice. He always had to have the fastest steed in the Heartlands, or else it became everyone else’s problem. Before her banishment to the tents, such a thing had been her burden to bear. Diana shuddered at the thought. 

But today, a blessing. The house was open. The maids were easy bribes, and the greenhorns who guarded the house were already out with the sheep. 

“Thank you, Seamus. That’ll be all.”

“Yes ma’am,” the Irishman replied, and he hightailed his way into the barn looking for something to do. Diana, a spring in her step, walked over to the big green house, the crown of Emerald Ranch. She supposed she should call it her house, but it wasn’t. This house was a place she frequented, sure, but it wasn’t hers. 

The maid moved to stop her at the bottom of the steps, but Diana quickly silenced her with a flash of the silver earrings Seamus had given her. It was enough to buy silence for today, but the best bet for future visits was a platinum pair. Diana walked up the stairs, confident, secure in the fact that she didn’t need to hide her steps from her husband. Valentine was a half days trip away - she wouldn’t be surprised if he stayed there overnight. 

“Miriam?” she called, hoping not to scare the girl. 

“Diana?!” The response came from down the hall, and Diana took out the key, a secret copy Cripps had made for her. The click of the lock was music to her ears, and she opened the door to find her stepdaughter adorned in a simple black nightgown. 

Miriam pulled Diana into a bearhug before she was given a chance to say hello. 

“My God, I’ve missed you. Father’s been a terror these last few nights,” the girl sighed, face buried in Diana’s hair. 

“I’ve missed you too,” Diana said, and she pulled away to notice tears in Miriam’s eyes. This was almost enough to bring tears to her own as well - she blinked them away, trying to focus on every detail of Miriam’s face. 

Beautiful as both the women were, they bore little resemblance. Miriam was a blonde, her hair in a permanent updo, her legs perpetually hidden behind a skirt. She was a skinny woman, all skin and bones, a new development since the incident of the saloon. Her face, picturesque as always, was contorted with tears and another emotion Diana recognized well. Anger. 

“What has he been doing? Talking about?” Diana asked. How strange it was, for a wife to ask that of her husband. 

“Mostly blather about the ranch. Farmhands never do enough, blasted maids, you know. But yesterday and today he was on about some horse up in Valentine,” Miriam reported, transformed. This was business now. 

“I heard about that, from Seamus. Did he say anything more about the sheep?”

“Why?” Miriam looked puzzled at the question. “What’s wrong with the sheep?”

Diana couldn’t believe it. She knew Eugene kept Miriam in a proverbial ivory tower, but she could scarce believe how much he kept from his own daughter. Miriam was practically a grown woman, at 16 years old, but Eugene sheltered her like a 6 year old princess. 

“You didn’t hear the gunshots a few days ago?”

“When?”

“About two hours before I came to dinner that day. It was mutton that night. Ring any bells?”

Miriam paled - she looked sick at the mention. “I do. But I didn’t hear, because…”

Diana’s heart pounded. What the hell happened while she was out?!

“We were in the basement before dinner. He…was having me try on mother’s old dresses. Claimed he wanted to sell some, but he didn’t want to get rid of anything that fit me,” Miriam said, her eyes downcast. “That’s why I was so quiet at dinner.”

Diana recoiled. She hadn’t been surprised that a family dinner was quiet - they either devolved into a den of snakes snapping at each other, or remained silent for their duration. Eugene was a firm believer in being the man of the house, and asserted this often at the dinner table. 

She was more concerned about the basement. 

“Did he…do anything else?” she probed. 

“No,” Miriam replied, quickly. Assertively. “He just said I looked nice in the dresses, then went back upstairs. I…imbibed that night.” Miriam blushed at the confession. 

“So did I,” Diana said, the memory of the moonshine sliding down her throat like berry-flavored kerosene. She was surprised that Miriam didn’t imbibe more often, given her seclusion. 

“I did meet someone,” Diana added, an involuntary blush rising to her cheeks. “Two days ago, some O’Driscoll’s tried to come after the sheep. I thought I was a goner, until some cowboy shot them both in the head. It was like he shot at the speed of light, and twice as accurate. They didn’t know what hit them!” Diana was gushing now, and she couldn't stop. “Had a nice southern accent too.”

Miriam giggled, but there was a caution to her. “So…are you…”

Diana started. “Heavens, no!” she yelped. “No…I was talking about him…for you! If Eugene knew you could get a suitor, and if it was some strong cowboy like this man, then maybe-”

Miriam’s eyes, at their spilling point, gave Diana pause. She turned towards the window, looking down the center of the ranch. 

“I know you love me like I’m your own…but please. You need to know me, too. You need to know that I’m not ready yet,” she choked. 

“Miriam, I-” Diana stuttered. “I’m so sorry, I just thought…” she trailed off, and steadied herself, walking towards her stepdaughter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to open up old wounds.”

“It’s not that old. Maybe to you it is, with your ranching and your sheep, but up here? Time moves like molasses, and grief twice as slow.”

Miriam was three times the reader Diana would ever be, and for good reason. It showed in these moments, where she seemed more the ghost of a poet than an imprisoned prairie nymph. Diana was almost unstung by her words. 

“I…well, I can’t say I know, but I understand. Time will resume soon.”

“How?”

“Because I’ll kill Eugene if he keeps you here beyond your 18th birthday.”

“Good luck with that,” Miriam said, scoffing. “More likely he’ll just marry me off and you’ll never see me again. Send me off in the night…”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Diana said, setting herself up for a joke. “In fact, if he even tries-” 

The pair were cut off by Pluto’s barking, right below the window. The dog was in earnest. All Diana knew was that Pluto only barked like this as an alarm. A warning. 

“Damn,” she muttered. “It’s Pluto.” Miriam knew what she meant instantly. 

“Father’s not supposed to be back this early! He wouldn’t even be halfway to Valentine yet!”

“Either way, it’s something. Pluto doesn’t mess around.” Diana moved to leave, before pausing. She reached into the small bag Seamus gave her, and pulled out the silver bracelet. She held out the pretty thing to Miriam. “Here,” she said, unhooking the clasp.

Miriam kept her wrist at her side, to Diana’s confusion. It wasn’t like Miriam to deny such a gift - it was something that kept her sanity, handling the trinkets from the wider world. 

“Keep it. Give it to Josh,” she whispered, moving to her desk. She pulled out an envelope. “I know it's a waste of paper, too, but…” she handed the envelope to Diana. It said, in bold letters on the front, Dear Mother. “Burn these two and spread the ashes over both of them. They’re both in the envelope,” she said. 

Diana knew immediately what she meant, and nodded. “I will,” she said, and paused. “I love you, Miriam,” she added. 

“I love you too,” Miriam replied. “Now go. You know what could happen.” Diana hesitated, to which Miriam laughed. “I’ll be fine.”

“So will I,” Diana said, grinning. “What else could he do, anyway?”

Arthur Morgan

There was still sleep in Arthur’s eyes when he heard Tilly’s voice float over to him. A welcome wake-up, compared to something like Bill’s grumbling or the drunken singing of Reverend Swanson. Arthur had slept most of the day away after being on guard duty the night before. 

“Hey, Arthur- oh, sorry. Want me to come back another time?” Tilly asked, concern showing on her face. 

“Nah,” Arthur grunted as he rose. His neck popped as he turned his head to the side. “D’you need something?”

“I just got a message from Hosea - he said to ask if you could meet him at some place called Emerald Ranch. Said he found something, struck a deal with the foreman near there?”

Emerald Ranch. Arthur was glad for the excuse to go back there. He could check on his bear hide, swindle the tanner for some more stew or whiskey. 

He could even get a look at that shepard again. 

He cleared his throat, and responded. “Thanks, Tilly. I’ll head over now. Save me some stew, will ya?”

“Even if Pearson messes it up?”

“Even if he overcooks it. That's what whiskey is for.” 

Tilly laughed, and walked away. Arthur moved to put on his old hat, but caught a glance of himself in his tiny mirror. His beard had grown bushy - Dutch had kept him busy these last few days. Hosea could wait a few minutes for a man to shave, right? Plus, arthur wanted to look  presentable for a new client, or partner in crime, or whoever this foreman was. Nothing else to it. 

Nothing at all. 

Ares was chomping at the bit when Arthur got to him. The war horse, he had learned, was an impatient one, wanting to run amok at nearly all hours of the day. This was a bit of a nuisance, but good for the ride ahead. It was quite some distance to the ranch, over flat plains. Ares would have the time of his life galloping there - and he did. The ride was a good deal shorter thanks to the horse’s restlessness. 

By the time Arthur arrived, it was evening, a golden light bathing the Heartlands. Hosea was perched and waiting by the big barn on the south end, talking to some crusty ranch hand who looked more like a criminal than most of the Van der Linde crew. Hitching his horse, Arthur could hear some of Hosea’s nonsense - the man was spinning some yarn about the supposed “layoffs” the gang had endured up north, a part of their grand cover story. 

“Now, being short on money, many of us are forced to sell some of our most precious belongings, and if you tell me you have a market for such things, then we would be much obliged-”

“I buy and sell ‘lost’ things, mister. How they got lost is none of my concern, and I pride myself on my…discretion. I hope I can depend on yours,” the man replied. 

Hosea seemed taken aback, but recovered quickly. Noticing Arthur, he waved, and brought him towards the ranch hand.

“Arthur, my boy, this kind man is Seamus, he’s the foreman here at Emerald Ranch. He has promised to turn our treasures that we find around here into gold, isn’t that right, Seamus?”

The foreman nodded curtly, and set a box down on the small counter he had built up. 

“Jewelry, watches, even teeth, if you gottem,” he said. “Your old man here has given me quite a few things already.”

“That I have,” Hosea gloated. “And he paid a good price. I’d love to stay around and chat, but I have some affairs to attend to back at home. The wife must be furious by now!” he patted Arthur on the back, a shit-eating grin on his face as he turned. He was off, kicking dust in the air on horseback within the minute. 

Turning to the foreman- Seamus - again, Arthur took some of his findings out of his bag. A few pocket watches, one gold tooth, nothing much to show. 

“Well, these are fine material - platinum too? Hefty profit. A shame these bastards lost these things,” Seamus remarked. 

“Shut up, you know what this is about,” arthur replied. 

“You sure you don’t wanna buy anything from me? I have a nice assortment - moonshine too. Rings, necklaces, some nice things to bring back to a lady…”

“Boss man know you’re doing this?” Arthur asked. 

“Jesus, no, he’d skin me alive. Or worse,” Seamus whispered, “take a cut of the profit. Now that we can’t abide. The missus doesn’t mind though.”

Arthur paused. Did this slime of a man mean…Diana? The shepard? 

“Oh, so you’ve seen her?” Seamus asked, smirking. Arthur was acutely aware of his freshly shaved face. Should he have left some stubble on?

“...Yeah. saved her a few days ago from some of them O’Driscoll’s," Arthur replied. 

“Oh, well at least you ain’t lookin for Miriam,” Seamus said. This was confusing, now - was Arthur supposed to know this other name?

“I probably shouldn’t ask, but….who’s that?”

“You're not from around here, so I’ll answer - for a price. Normally we keep this sort of thing on lock. For just a few dollars for a poor, poor underpaid foreman, you too can know-”

“For god’s sake man, tell me before I put a bullet in your head and take my business somewhere else!” Arthur spat the words out. He moved to grab his gun. 

“Jesus sir, fine, I’ll throw in some moonshine too…” Seamus grabbed a bottle. 

“Gimme that, ya clown. Now spill, like two men talking over drinks ought to.” Arthur said, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip. The shine was flavored - something sweet, like apple cider. Arthur had tasted stronger beer. 

“And the money-ugh never mind,” Seamus looked dejected, and a bit afraid. Arthur liked his business partners that way - made ‘em less likely to squeal. 

“So, Miriam is the daughter of Mister Eugene Wegner. She’s Missus Diana’s stepdaughter, and a fine, pretty girl. She had suitors from allllll over the Heartlands, and some from Rhodes too. One even came from Saint Denis. But she decided to shack it up with one of the farm boys in that old abandoned saloon. Now, Mister Eugene? He was never the same after that. Man went on a rampage like no other. He was never like to marry off Miss Miriam, and shot that farmhand dead when he caught them...copulating.”

Arthur hadn’t anticipated this much of a story. But then, he hadn’t expected to save a woman who turned out to be the missus of the ranch. He had to hide how invested he was - he felt like Mary-Beth must feel, everytime she read one of her novels. 

“...okay? And then?”

Seamus snickered. “Take another sip, this here’s a doozy.”

“Fine,” Arthur said. The moonshine’s sweetness exploded in his mouth. It was still weaker than an old drunk taking a swing.

“Now, Missus Diana came back from some hunting trip to find the carnage, and threw a goddamn fit. Pulled some new fancy bow and arrow and aimed at Mister Eugene. Half the ranch drew on her before she put the bow down. Now, I don’t know the rest of the specifics, but after that day? Miriam’s been locked in that big ol’ house, and Missus Diana doesn’t sleep in the house except for one week, every month. Mister Eugene shouted something to the effect of ‘you wanna act like a savage, sleep outside like one!’ to her last time she tried to go in,” he continued. 

“Now, I ain’t no gossip, or a snitch, but seeing as you seem interested, i’ll tell you myself; stay on Mister Eugene’s good side. Whatever kinda bandits you and your old man are, don’t steal from here. The man is a mean old bastard, sure, but he…there’s other stuff too. He’s a time bomb.”

Arthur nodded again, though he was left with plenty more questions. Before he could ask any of them, a big black lab came bounding down the lane, barking up a storm. Pluto. 

A small buggy came barreling down the lane, almost running over the dog, who whimpered and spirited away. Behind the buggy, tethered to its back, was a magnificent horse, the same blue roan color as Ares. 

“Woah!” the driver shouted. He was an old man, mutton-chopped. His face was a sour one, despite the steed he had in tow. 

“Mister Wegner! New horse?” Seamus shouted back. 

Wait. Was this man…

“That’s Mister Eugene. Be polite, man,” Seamus whispered to Arthur. “And put that damn moonshine away!”

“Meet my newest stallion, a horse - hic - fit for a king!” Eugene said. He was clearly drunk - it was a wonder he’d gotten back from Valentine in one piece. The stallion whinnied behind him. He didn’t look too thrilled with his new rider. 

“Anwho’sthisfeller?” Eugene slurred, glancing briefly between arthur and seamus. 

“This here’s a man lookin’ for goods, Mister Wegner. I was just about to send him over to Cripps to see if he wants any,” Seamus replied. Quick thinking, even though that wasn’t technically a lie. 

“Great! Terrific! Have a good gander, sir! Now where’s my wife?” 

The moonshine burned Arthur's throat at the question. 

“W-what about her, Mister Wegner?” Seamus asked. Even he seemed nervous at the question. 

“I’m gonna,” Eugene began, hiccuping as he spoke. “I shall have her tonight, a time for celebrating!” he leered. 

A few things sunk in for arthur. While he’d known the woman- Diana - was married to this fool, it hadn’t dawned on him how much older Eugene was. The man must be at least 60 - and Diana was a young woman. She must be John’s age - and must’ve been even younger when she married the man. His stomach roiled, and he knew it wasn’t the damn moonshine. 

Desperate to get out of the conversation, arthur murmured a goodbye to Seamus and rode down the lane to the store. Cripps was in the back, stirring the stew that was left. 

“Hey, mister,” Arthur said, strolling up to the old man. 

“Mister Morgan! The savior of sheep! Welcome back!” Cripps exclaimed. He too was clearly drunk, but a jolly one. 

Before Arthur could respond, Cripps got a bit excited. “And have I got news for you, my friend!”

“Oh? About…” 

“About your pelts, good man! I’ve made some fine things, you’ll love ‘em!”

Arthur tried to hide his disappointment, semi-successfully. The stew in the pot smelled delicious, but his stomach still churned with the thought of Diana and Eugene. He would’ve drank it away, if not for the fear of throwing it up. Damned moonshine. 

He sighed, and gestured to Cripps.

“Let’s see ‘em then,” he said. 

Some time later - it had to be an hour or more - Arthur sat atop Ares on a hill, east of the ranch. It really was a pretty spot, a glen - a good spot for hunting, if he had space on his horse. On the back of Ares sat a parcel. The old man Cripps had given arthur a grand tour of his tanning setup - complete with his plans on what to do with the gargantuan bear pelt arthur had given him. 

“This thing is big enough to make 3 big coats,” Cripps had said, “but I’m loath to cut it all up like that! Maybe i could make it a wall-hanger for ya’!”

“Well, I’m sure that would look good, mister, but I’m not in the market for wall hangings. I’d have to have a wall, first,” Arthur replied. 

“Well, then…how about a blanket then? In case you and your comrades get stuck up in the Grizzlies again.”

Normally, Arthur would have rejected such a thing - a blanket seemed like a luxury, given the shit that the gang had been up to lately. But feeling the heavy softness of the pelt, he caved. After all, Dutch was the one who’d said things were looking up for the gang, on the first day they settled onto their new camp. Who knew how long they’d be stuck here - may as well make Horseshoe Overlook feel like home. 

“Sure,” he’d said. “Anything else you got for me, mister?”

“Well, I’ve got two gifts for ya. One’s from me, the other from the missus.”

Arthur’s heart skipped a beat as Cripps gave him the parcel that now adorned Are’s back. 

“Don’t open them until you’re home. We like surprises, here mister Morgan. Hope you’re alright with that.”

And so Arthur sat atop the hill, a parcel at his back and a small moonshine bottle in his hand. As he took one final sip of the sweet stuff, he spotted a figure in the distance. It stood in a skirt and blouse before a gravestone, towards the train station. 

He watched as the figure lit a small paper aflame, and let it burn on top of the gravestone. 

Suddenly, she looked towards him, and appeared to squint, before waving. As the sun caught her hair, he knew instantly. The figure was Diana. He gave a small wave back, a sheepish one, and turned his horse. He would not even allow the setting sun to see his blush as he broke Ares back into a gallop.

[humanjadewingletaskblog]

Chapter 2: Turtle

Turtle was sitting in the library, like he usually does when he doesn’t know where to go.

They’ve always been a kind of quiet kid, not one of those ones you see on the internet who does bad in school and wishes horrifically violent things on everybody.

He was just quiet, introverted, did good in school, and never talked to anyone besides the times his roommate need a small favour.

Thankfully their roommate was never extroverted.

Blue was fairly quiet too, and would spend most of his time in his older sister’s dorm room, which Turtle didn’t mind.

In the few times Blue’s sister came to their dorm, she has managed to talk to Turtle more than Blue has to him.

He never really saw the point of being social, all they needed in his life were his stories and characters.

They are a believer in fictional characters being better than people.

The library was his home pretty much, a mostly quiet place filled with other book nerds, aka, people who would never talk to him.

It was perfect.

Turtle was rereading his favourite book series for the millionth time, as usual, and then he heard a loud voice.

“HI! WHAT ARE YOU READING?” A happy looking short girl asked, with another slightly taller but still short girl behind her.

“JUST MY FAVOURITE BOOK NOTHING SPECIAL!” They stammered quickly.

God, why do I have to be like this. 

The girl grabbed the book out of his hands and looked through the first page.

“WOAH! This is very interesting! Hold on, let me give you my number, you HAVE to text me more about this! Is this your own copy? Does the library have a copy? I would love to read this! What’s your name? My name is Kinkajou! This is my friend Moon, she’s my second favourite person now because NO ONE can beat my foster mom because SHE IS THE SWEETEST PERSON TO EVER EXIST!” She says all at once, kind of impressive.

“My name is uh Turtle.”

“OH I’VE HEARD ABOUT YOU! YOU ARE MY FOSTER MOMS BEST FRIENDS BROTHER! THAT IS SO COOL! FRIENDS REALLY DO FORM FROM RELATIONS TO PARENTS ISNT THAT INSANE? WE ARE GOING TO BE BEST FRIENDS I JUST KNOW IT!”

Turtle could tell this girl was very optimistic of him. 

They couldn’t understand why though, Turtle was just turtle while this girl had a personality that just shined right through her.

“Okay..?”

“I apologize for her, she tends to be a little extroverted.” Moon (if he remembered correctly) piped in from behind her.

“OH COME ON MOON! I’M JUST STRIKING A LITTLE CONVERSATION!”

“It’s fine…” He said.

“WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN? I JUST STARTED HERE, SO I’M IN NINTH GRADE! ISN’T THAT COOL? I THINK BEING IN NINTH GRADE IS COOL!”

“I’m in tenth…”

“WOAH! SO YOU’RE OLD!”

Turtle didn’t know how to feel about that comment.

“Um, alright then?”

“Give me your phone! I told you I would give you my number!”

Turtle reluctantly handed his phone to Kinkajou.

Kinkajou began typing quickly.

“Alrighty! Number is thereeee! We’ve gotta go now because it is questions and answers game o’ clock! She doesn’t know that but I’M MAKING HER PLAY A GAME!” 

“Honestly I should’ve expected that from you.” Moon facepalmed.

“We’ll see you around green boy!” Kinkajou said and then walked away.

Turtle waved goodbye.

Green boy. They thought.

[missamyrisa2]

Hi Miss Amy! I found your blog a couple weeks ago and I love your detailed replies! I was wondering how you might tickle a muscular college guy with a terribly ticklish bellybutton? 🙈

The best part of muscular tummies is how much they twitch, and how amazingly fun it is to explore their intricate shapes ~ why, I love them so much I do believe I would be snuggling up on your belly with my cheeks and lips brushing so I can adoringly watch closely while my single wiggly finger probes about for weak spots ~ such a big tough tummy, it's not gonna giggle for me is it? Nuuuuu you're a strong boy, no tickles coming from you ~ not from this little bitty finger just gliding over each ab like a tiiiny ice skater ~ oooh! look how she jumps and twirls eeeee right over the bellybutton ~ will she make it? Nawwww oooh nooo right into the divot~ ooh, ooh~! she's trying to get out and she keeps slipping ~ don't giggle, you'll knock her back in cutie! Thereeee we go. You're so sweetly helpful, I think you deserve ~kissies~ hold still now beast, you don't want to slip a giggle ~ if you giggle I'm gonna tickle you and you're gonna love it~

Keep the belly steady here my thumbs will hold your sides like soooo and mmmmmuahhh~ awww, what a twitchy navel ~ are you gonna twitch for me? Do you love twitching for your Amy Amy? I see those little wiggles and squirms, and I heard those squeaks. You're a ticklish toughie aren't you? Are you my tough giggly cookie? Mmm? With the sensitive little button? Hold still precious, because Amy wants a taste now, that belly is bouncing for me and IIII wannna lick~ yesss, that's my tongue dipping in and out ~ ooh what a yummy belly you have, so tight and strong but soooo soft to the tickles yeah? How does that feel? My lips on the rim, just brushing back and forth, my tongue swirling around while my fingers tap dance on those muscles ~ yes, I feel all your reactions. You can't hide your giggles from me. I know your tickle spots and I'm going to tickle them. And you'll love every tickle I give you, yes you will ~ oooh yes you will my tough cookie. You squeak so sweetly for a tough boy!

Oooh ~ what's that ~ uh oh! uuuuh oh!! I found Mr. Toothbrush! You're in trouble nowwww yesss sooo much trouble ~ that buzzy spinny soft tip is comin for ya! It's gonna tickle! Uh oh! Uh oh! Circling around that navel slowly, look at the head spin, so many soft bristles just for you and uh oh! What's gonna happen? Does Mr. Toothbrush fit in that cute twitchy button? Oooh my, what a perfect fit ~ what a dapper little bellybutton all dressed up with this tickly tickly tool ~ now, now, don't fret. I know it tickles. I know, I know. You're just gonna have to endure my sweet boy ~ because I'm not stopping~! No I'm not and you're an adorable ticklish tough guy with the cutest squeaks oh yes you are~! Didn't your mommy ever warn you not to take your shirt off around crazy girls? Don't ever let one of those crazy girls get a toothbrush in your navel and what are you doing? What are you doing? Getting all tickled to bits and you're just gonna squirm there and take it because you're my ticklish cookie~ Coochie cooooo~<3

[agardenintheshire]

miss girl @forestlion tagged me and i shall do it like her 10 songs from shuffle vs 5 songs you actually listen to

dust bowl dance - mumford & sons - omfg remember those guys i dont fink ive listened to them on purpose for a long time.

interlude: moving on - paramore - YES YES ICONIC SONG ICONIC BAND i do listen to this on purpose time to time. also shameless plug for my femslash bela talbot x sarah blake spn edit. honestly my mind

3. no judgement - niall horan - omg niall....there u are. not my fav but like. its fine its generic pop but it's niall. irish king who belongs in golf jail. the nostalgia is there fore sure. also the album cover is so fun. hes just standing on that chair!!!!!

4. maya the psychic - gerard way - OMG gerard.....i remembe rlistening to this album in the bath as a teen and feeling sooooo cool. good times :)

5. amon hen - lotr soundtrack - thereeee she is the lotr soundtrack!!!

6. telepathy - christina aguilera - omg from the the get down soundtrack. SOCIETY IF THE GET DOWN WAS RENEWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7. story of my life - one direction - I KEEP HER WORM.

8. are you satisfied? - marina (& the diamonds) - ICONIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also can you believe i listened to parts of the family jewels/electra heart w my mum once. tf..."it's my problem if i have no friends and i feel i want to die" WELL.

9. ya hey - vampire weekend - yessss a good song. its nice. its sad. music good. ya hey!

10. thriller - fall out boy - DAMN. slay. long live the car crash hearts ‼️

ok this is actually a pretty good selection so i wont put 5 songs im actually listening to HOWEVERRRRRR i shall plug EMILY AXFORD who MAKES MUSIC??!! be still my beating heart

oki no pressure tags @matrose2 @disastergoose @pokemonstadium2 @simptasia @exbloodfreak @scaryorganmusic

[dreamwritesimagines]

BUT ALSO WHAT AM I SAYING, IF I WAS CLOVER I WOULD HAVE PASSED OUT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

youre a girl who loves flowers and this man somehow moved heaven and earth to get the rarest flower ~~~~in the world~~~~ just because you once told him it was your favorite and alsoooo while he was at it he figured he might as well build you the greenhouses of your dreams left and right bc well he knows u like flowers so :) he just figured :) he might as well :)

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY THAT???????? how did Clover not pass out too I don't get it how are these people still alive and well how are their hearts not completely exploding 😭😭😭😭😭 I feeeeeeeel like my heart is exploding and I'm not even thereeee they must have gotten tunnel vision for AT LEAST a second Jesus christ this is too much

I CAN LITERALLY HEAR THIS AND I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING OH MY GOD😂

My love this is amaziiiing! 😂

while he was at it he figured he might as well build you the greenhouses of your dreams left and right bc well he knows u like flowers so :) he just figured :) he might as well :) This is exactly what happened! 😂 Like, Benedict was talking about it as if it was completely normal, as if he was talking about going to a florist to buy her flowers and not finding the rarest flower in the world for her and then building her greenhouses because why not 😂 Meanwhile Clover was literally staring at him 😂

how did Clover not pass out too I don't get it how are these people still alive and well how are their hearts not completely exploding 😭😭😭😭😭 I feeeeeeeel like my heart is exploding and I'm not even thereeee they must have gotten tunnel vision for AT LEAST a second Jesus christ this is too much

THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE SUMMARY OF THE GREENHOUSE SCENE 😂😂😂

I feel like Clover was like "Well if my heart explodes I can't consummate and I've been waiting for months, so let's go with consummation" 😂

Thank you so much for this darling, I'm still giggling! 😂❤️

[maraczeks]

succession s1 thread pt 9

[spacing-history-queer]

Welcome to the evolution of my gender :)

Up first we have: cis girl she/her

Then we haveee: demigirl she/they

Thennn: nonbinary they/them

nenext: gender crisis he/they/it

AaasA nexT: transmasc he/him

Almost thereeee: genderfluid he/they/she/it

And in nowww: either genderfluid or transmasc I have no idea tbh he/it/xe

So what's the goal of this post: idk I thought I might get out of my gender crisis but it's still there ;-;

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Inbox cleared

Admin Ahreum and I have finally cleared out the requests from the inbox that we felt we wouldn’t be able to work on. 

All together there are 40 requests in drafts and 52 requests in the inbox.

The yandere Talks, yandere-life ships, yandere ships, and selca ships have all been kept and make up the majority of what is left 

(the inbox is where I’m keeping what I’ll be working on while Ahreum has the requests they will be working on in drafts.) 

Seeing as most of what remains are talks and ships I will be focusing on those for a while with some reactions posted every now and again between. As for how admin Ahreum will approach their workload, I’m unsure, but please look forward to what we have in store. 

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Again, we apologize to all of those who sent in request that have been deleted.

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If you wish to see the REACTION / IMAGINE / SCENARIO requests that remain then you may see the list below the “read More” link

~Savie

Savie’s works:

....... How Ateez would be as Yandere’s? (WIP: Jongho & Mingi left)

.......Hi, my asks don’t get delivered so I had to use the submit option to make a request (if you are taking them 🙈) I just read a request for Yandere!NCT in which you are horny and askthem to impregnate you, can I get the same for Ateez? Thank you 💕 (WIP: Yunho, San, Mingi, Wooyoung & Jongho left)

...... Vampire NCT to smelling blood that leads to them to find their soulmate who is human? (WIP, many members remaining)

......Hi I was wondering how yandere!nct would react to their partner getting an infection after a punishment/ their inflicted injuries getting worse due to neglectment causing them to suffer way more than intended - would they send them to the doctors or punish them more for causing even more trouble for them? (WIP, admin left- I’m taking over remaining members)

Hello! I’m new to requesting, if you guys are open for requests then can I request a yandere!king!Nct127 scenarios where they get infatuated and obsessed over their servant? If you can? Ty so much!

Hi. I don't know if you're still doing requests but if you are could you do yandere Hybrid NCT reaction where they're taken to the care center and the reader is their caretaker. What would that be like?

Idk if you still doing requests but could you do Monsta x yandere reaction to you finally falling in love with them after they had kidnapped you

a imagine of the untamed where weying and lan zhan are in love and in a relationship with a boy from another sect but in his clan the master has the right and power over everyone else to maintain relationships with them whenever he wants since they are very young ( although weiying and lan zhan see it as an abuse this in the clan is naturalized as a thanks to their master) and they can only have relationships with other people until their master gives them permission,

ikon reaction; (yandere ikon) to s/o trying to escape

ATEEZ mtl to date a thicker/curvier black girl?

You can do a second part of the little brother of the untamed in which this time when he was little he had a leg injury and his brothers always carried him in their arms to make sure he does not run and is playing all the time and when his brother grows He tries to take care of him too but he tells him that now he is older so that they cant carryhhimalthough his brother is worried in the end after a while he notices how it hurts more and more and he says in a cute way gege it hurts thank you

Can you make an EXO reaction. Please. If you approve it I will say about what you will write.

Ahreum’s works: 

Last nct yandere imagine was so hot! Talking about kinks, could you maybe do the imagine for when their darling tells yandere au! nct legal line to impregnate her in seductive way?

Hi; i ask you as a anon but now i ask in my account, can you make a yandere of SuperM defending their black girlfriend ?

Hi thereeee! I love everything you writeeee! Youre great! I wanted to make a request 😝 mafia au yandere! GOT7. how they punish you when they find you after you succesfully scape and hide away for 2 o 3 years (a lot of time so they are truly angry and desperate hahaha) love ur blog, please dont stop writing. Loveeeeeee

Hi, may I have a scenario with Taeyong or Lucas of s/o having a glow up? Thanks uwu

Do you think Ahreum or Savie could respond to the moaning in sleep one with 127 🥺??? Thanks 😊

yandere nct 127 reaction to getting bored of their s/o? 👠

Yandere!Nct127 or WayV reaction to you being on your period qnd getting severe cramps? (Myabe a lil bit of fluff soft!yandere! moments)

[theweatha]

Match rambles part 9 (United vs Southampton):

I was so pissed I forgot to post this

Highkey shitting it girls not gonna lie

SAF IS THEREEEE 😭😭😭😭

3” WE’LL NEVER DIEEEEE

5” I am too stressed to type you guys

6” the passes at the back are going to send me to an early grave

9” TONY HOW??!!

11” fuck fuck fuckity fuck

15” Oh fuck off

18” they need to wake tf up

20” RASHY JUST WHEN WE NEED HIM

22” TONY

23” my heart isn’t strong enough for this I don’t work out half as much as I should

35” still shitting it

41” super duper shitting it

I cannot do another half of this I simply cannot

51” how about you lot stop trying to kill Bruno yeah?

57” My dad: “give us a pen ref its been a while” HAHAHAHAH

65” @mufc please score

67” HOW DID THEY MISS THAT

73” Lindelof has been ON IT today

80” Tony whyyyyy

81” they’re gonna concede I can feel it

85” THANK YOU DAVE

88” the way all the players rushed off to Brandon as soon as he went down I’m so soft

96” fuck them all fuck everything I am so done

I hate this football club so fucking much

[psyche-ssi]

hello berry

excuse me goise, daghan kay kog problema doooh i dunno if angay ba jud problemahon, for other peeps they say im ‘overacting’ but from the bottom of my hypothalamus, this is really a problem.

1st, my workplace (actually not a ‘real’ workplace but an internship space) are pretty much not okay..for me, i think? The surroundings are fine but the isolation and the boredom and the mind that is inside the four corners of the office, if i have to descirbe the color..its violet that has a bit of yellow. Im not comfortable, it’s still not properly arranged just like their thoughts and words, I am also unmotivated to go inside, like if I were to choose I would like to back out.. but that is impossible. Though I would really appreciate if they appreciate my time, my efforts, my vibes, my silence, my solemnity, my point of views, my decisions and my being. Because it feels like I am trying to fit in. Also the chosen mate for me, is idunno what to describe.. at first I admit it was all fine, and then there was a moment that it has to go beyond the boundaries.. hello we just met and we are not tha close, periodt. Don’t talk trash about me, talk back behind me, saying things behind me, hello again. I didn’t remember when did I became bad to you, and now you’re acting like a victim here and there.. what is it really your plaaan,? Huh. Because i don’t know how to cope up with yourself and to your allies. That’s the main point here. 2nd problem. My school itself, lately the owner of the university I’ve been going decided to put up some good stuff, by putting all paramedical courses and medicine students into one place, which is the new building of the university.. Here’s the thing, my crushes are all around the corner, Nursing, Radtech and PT. So y is this a problem? I’m becoming more and more conscious as the day become, Im like poker face when we cross fates, the nursing guy, which I noticed since 2015 in our old school is thereeee and I really would want to stick to the rumor that he’s gay, and Im very fine with it since I adore and love gays <3 He is so attractive even when he’s queuing in the cafeteria, I really would notice him. Hehe. Then here’s the PT guy, ughh I really have a thing about bois with glasses and the way their aura is dashing it’s getting my attention.. can u stopp..he’s not single okai thats y it’s a problem, I can’t keep my eyes off him when I meet him in the hallway or in the Cafeteria or in the stairss oh noo this is malala na bayy. Hays why guys are so attractive, labi na pag naka glasses! Which leads us to my third, save the best for the last. This one thinks no one has crush on him, he said it in twitter to which I strongly disagree, every girl or gay that he’ll look or talk or just stand doing nothing makes me or us feel haaaaaay haha kilig? He has that charm that anyone can accept and the presence that unable to resist. He’s also wearing eyeglasses, we had a small talk like he can talk to anyone but ge duol jud sya nako ug ako dayn kay ge kilig,. Buing.. He didn’t call me ‘ate’ which he should have,, ahhaha and last sem in our class,he was sitting behind me and it makes me reallly happy and conscious at the same time, But I decided during semi finals to sit at the very back of the room (since i got an alas card to sit in the 1st row because of my poorest eyesight, nag duol na nuon mig bangko imbis alphabetically arrange ang seats) so i sat in the back, and the entire sesions i was just looking at him,admiring him, and hahaha there was a time when he is so happy because he answers the questions of our teacher.. he wAs so cute,until now ofc. He is alsoo so cool,even when he’s alone or with friends. Alone in the cafet where I didn’t realise he wAs sitting on our front table!! He was wearing an earphone prolly listening music since he’s in the band. He so cool,i wanna hug him and cuddle him like a pup. Lol. And I don’t wannabe like assuming but every time i want to see him,he really pops out and make my heat and soul happy. Bery spontaneous. And when I look at him, no not look at him but glance at him, he will glance to me as well oooohh pilingera na dis ambot ani bay kay ga kiligon jud ko doh piling na kung pilingg.. Uhm, mao ra to sya hihihi sunod napud

[kpop-probably]

Show Asuka The Money

April 2016

Asuka POV

“HE WANTS ME TO WHAT???”

Yang Hyun-Suk has officially lost his damn mind.

“YG hyung said that he thinks you have a good chance of making it at least halfway through the show. Mama you got this trust me you're more talented than you give yourself credit for.” Okay so now Bobby has lost his mind too. “And who gave him this bright idea huh?” He looks at me and tries to give me that face that would usually work in any other situation, such as last week when he broke the mouse on Chanwoos PC and begged me to replace it before Chan noticed, it worked then but it's not working now. “Bobby!!!” “Noona auditions are next month and I think you would be great, hyung and I went on 3, Mino hyung went last year, and you could go this time! You won't be alone, Jae won is gonna be thereeee. I know how cute you think he is don't even try to hide it i remember what happened last year.” 

December 2015

I can't seem to find the bathroom and this is one of the multiple moments where being the only girl is a terrible thing because the boys don't know where the bathroom is either. I don't recognize the hallway i'm in and finally realize i'm lost. I see someone coming out of one of the recording studios and yell “Excuse me I can't seem to find the ladies room could you maybe help me?” When he turns around i'm taken aback by his looks. He's gorgeous as hell. He laughs and says “I'm actually looking for it too, i'm new here and still trying to learn my way around. It's Asuka right?” He knows my name holy shit. “Yea haha that's me”. Nice. “How old are you?” “I was born in 93” “Ahh a noona” There's a silence that falls as we start walking down the hallway on the lookout for any signs that may help us.

He walks me back to the practice room so I didn't get lost again. “Could I have your number by any chance? You know in case I get lost again?” The smirk on his face tells me that it's not just for the occasional direction. “Of course no family left behind right?”

Walking back into the practice room with a blush on my face which catches the attention of the boys. “You've been gone 20 minutes!!” Hanbin says followed by curious glances from the others. “I couldn't find my way to the bathroom so I got lost, but i found somebody to help me” “And who was that?” Jinhwan is next with the questions. “He said his name was Jae Won.” “The trainee Jae Won?” “Yes Yoon Hyung and i gave him my number.”

“But you won't be there” “But i'll be watching you and cheering you on trust me you got this mama!!!” 

“Fine. When are auditions?”

Authors note: Sorry for it being so short and for the delay of updates I had a bit of writers block and I traveled a bit over the holidays. Bobby’s nickname for Asuka is mama but it isn't meant in a sexual way more endearing. If it makes anyone uncomfortable I apologize. 

[solastia]

Faith | 3

Chapters:  [1] [2] [3] [4]

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count: 5,785

Genre & Warnings: Angst, Smut, maybe a dash of fluff. Sex in public, because this is me we are talking about and that’s becoming a recurrent theme. Unprotected sex. Cheating. Weed references. NC-17 & TW Rated. 

Notes: I have hated every Keisha I’ve ever met, except Keisha Cole. So, sorry to any Keisha’s that read this and get offended. Love you boo. 

Tonight was going to be off the hook. 

You were looking good in an oversized camo hoodie, combat boots, and a cute jean skirt with fishnets underneath. Casual, comfy and cute. 

For the first time in...God...forever, you were going to go out, hang out with your friends, and get fucking wasted. Faith had fully been weaned for a couple months now, so it was safe to finally indulge in the sweet oblivion that being wasted off your ass for the first time is almost two years will bring. 

Watching Faith and her sitter play while you put on the last bit of your makeup, you can’t help but smile. Even though you felt guilty as hell, since this was the first time you’d ever left her behind for any reason other than work, she seemed perfectly content. She usually was. Faith was one of the least fussy babies you’d ever seen in your life, and you thanked your lucky stars every day that she was yours.

 She was happily playing with her little crab stuffie, singing with the sitter, her smile wide and little dimples on full display. Noting that her attention was fully away from you, you sneak to the door and wave a silent goodbye to the sitter, and hurry outside. You place your ear against the door and after only hearing continued giggles, you finally relax and head out. 

Your friends had been bugging you to go to this party for an entire week. It was an annual thing hosted by the owner of a local club and tended to be one of the biggest parties of the year. Normally, partying it up wasn’t really your thing, but after almost two years of the single mom grind, you felt you more than deserved it.  

You pull into the large driveway of the house, observing the mess of cars everywhere. It’s not exactly a mansion since no one who could afford to live in a mansion would choose to live in this shit hole of a city, but it was close. Judging by the sheer number of cars everywhere and the people hanging around outside, you could tell this party was probably going to be the biggest one yet. 

Knowing that your brother was probably already here with his friends, you text him to let him know you actually came and to set aside some roofie free drinks for you. 

You finally reach the front door and raise your hand to knock only for it to be flung open by your very out of breath brother. 

“Woah, Alan, where you running off to? I don’t need door service, although I appreciate it, you nerd.” You laugh, going to walk past him but he puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. He frowns down at you, eyes heavy with sadness and worry. 

“Don’t come in, sis. I didn’t think you were actually going to come or I would have told you not to. I was going to tell you the news in the morning.” 

“What news?”

But before he could answer you, you heard it. 

A laugh that you know as well as your own. 

You could feel the deep rumble of the voice that followed, every word sending electricity through your veins, sparking life back into your numb heart. 

You push past your protesting brother, moving towards the voice in a trance. Everything around you felt like it was slow motion, or like you were watching yourself from somewhere else. You peek in the living room, hovering around a corner so you could try to see but hopefully not be seen. 

There he was. The love of your life. The man that you hadn’t seen in person in 1.8 years. 22 months. 669 days. Not that you were counting. 

Fuck, he looked good. Dark jeans that accentuated his long legs. Black shirt and black leather jacket. And was that a Gucci belt? His hair wasn’t blonde anymore either. It was now some peachy color that made his skin absolutely radiant. Your eyes drank him in like he was an oasis in the Sahara. You were astounded anew how much Faith had taken after him. She definitely had her daddy’s smile and dimples. Maybe she’d get lucky and get some of his height too. 

You were so caught up in observing him that it took you a moment to realize that he’d stopped talking. Your eyes traveled back up to his face, horrified to see that he was looking right at you. His shocked eyes quickly narrowed, and you saw him snap his mouth closed, the telltale jaw clench warning you of imminent trouble. With a squeak, you ran past your brother into what resembled another living room, thankfully empty. You duck behind the couch and squat with your knees pulled to your chest, laying your head on your knees. You were being a fucking coward, you acknowledged. 

“Where is she?” You heard Namjoon demand in the entryway. 

“Good to see you too, man. You know, we talked last week. You could have told me you were going to be in town. We’ll have to make some dinner plans or something, yeah? Hey, introduce me to that producer friend of yours, let’s go!” God, you loved your brother. He would save you.

“Alan...” Namjoon snarled. Stand your ground, bro. 

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” You were going to kill him. You’d always wondered what it would be like to be an only child. 

Every stomp of Namjoon’s feet as he made his way towards you felt amplified. You could sense when he was finally in front of you and hear his breath as stood there observing you. Finally, he sighs and sits down against the wall opposite you. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He questions softly.

“My specialty. Being ridiculous.” You answer, your voice muffled by your arms.

He snorts before falling silent again. It feels like at least a minute passes before he speaks again. 

“Please, just look at me.” The low, almost pleading, timbre of his voice forces you to look up. He’s sitting cross-legged with his head against the wall, just watching you with an indecipherable expression. 

“Hey, you.” He finally mumbles softly. 

“Sup.” You counter, snickering when he shoots you a mock annoyed expression. 

You both just relax and observe each other for a few minutes with wistful smiles. 

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks, finally breaking the silence. 

You stay silent, your blush giving you away as he smirks over at you.

“What are you even doing here, Joonie?”

“Visiting the family. It’s my Mom’s birthday next week and all she wanted from me was to come visit for a month. She still talks about you, you know. Like, she called and rambled at me for an hour once because she saw you at the grocery store.” 

You chuckle and grin at him. “I miss her. She was always nice to me. Tell her I said Hi, and that I miss her cooking.”

Namjoon stops smiling and just stares at you, gnawing at his cheek as he tended to do when he was contemplating something.

“You’re still as gorgeous as I remember.” He whispers, his voice cracking.

You start to respond when you’re interrupted by a shrill voice.

“Nam Nams, you in here?” 

Nam Nams? You silently mouth at him as he rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” He practically growls, looking at you with a worried expression. 

Suddenly, there’s a fucking Nicki Minaj lookalike walking around the couch and staring at the two of you. 

“What’s going on here? You find someone’s ear to talk off, baby?” She laughs, letting you know that she didn’t even think you were competition enough to be worried. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N. Just an old friend of Namjoon’s. You can have him back if you want. I was just leaving.” You stand up, pretending to stretch and do your best to look as nonchalant as possible. 

“I’m Keisha. Nammy’s girlfriend, since he’s not introducing us properly.” She laughs, but it’s so fake you cringe. 

“Keisha, can you grab us a couple drinks while I say bye to my old friend? I’ll be back there in a minute.” Namjoon asks sarcastically. Meanwhile, this Keisha is either dumb as fuck or just really trusting, because she didn’t seem to catch onto Namjoon’s tone that you knew meant trouble. 

“Sure, babe. Nice meeting you, girl.” She pecks him on the cheek before sashaying away, somehow making it through the door with her giant ass. 

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

You look at Namjoon in irritation, raising your eyebrow as he stands up and towers over you. 

“Was I supposed to tell your girlfriend that? I’m not about to start a catfight for your entertainment, Nam Nams, I just got my nails done.” You fake a laugh, turning to leave when he stops you. 

“Please stay and talk to me. I miss you.” He says softly, and you melt. You want to, so bad. You want to tell him everything. How much you still love him, how you missed him, how you read and watched everything he was in, how loving his daughter was the only thing that kept you going some days. 

“I can’t. I don’t want your girlfriend getting ideas. Go back over there, Joonie.” 

“Do you think I care what she thinks? I will fuck you on this couch as she watches. You are the only one that matters. Baby, please. I just miss you every second of every day.” He grabs your face and places his forehead on yours. 

“Look, you don’t even have to talk to me. Just stay where I can see you. I just want to see you. I know you don’t go to parties, so if you came tonight it was because you wanted to relax and hang out with your friends, right? So go do that. I know I’m not helping with the relaxing part, but please...just let me see you.”

You want to cry and you want to kiss him. His plush lips are so close you wouldn’t even have to move much to do it. Instead, you nod and step away. 

“I’ll stay, I can do that much. Be good, Joonie.” You soften your warning with a smile as you walk away into the main room where everyone else is. Your friends see you and start squealing, and you notice Namjoon go back to his group from the corner of your eye.

“HEYYYYY. We got you some drinks, boo. Here you go, drink the whole shot in one go. Thereeee you go. OK, now that you’re nice and boozed up, did you know Namjoon is here?” Your friend Layla questions, making you stutter on the shot of tequila that you hadn’t even finished swallowing. 

“Yes, I already saw him. We talked, it was...civil. Met his girlfriend.”

“Something tells me that’s a self-appointed title. He sure doesn’t seem to be treating her like a girlfriend. In fact, his eyes are glued to you. He looks like a hunting dog that caught a scent.” You snort at Layla’s description but try to sneak a peek as casually as you can while you take a beer and relax into a loveseat. 

He’s standing surrounded by his group of friends, most of them taking shots. Keisha’s holding onto his arm, blabbering on about something that you know he doesn’t hear because he’s staring straight at you. When he notices you looking at him, he slightly smiles and tips his beer at you. You avert your eyes quickly and hope he didn’t see you grin. When he said he wanted to see you, he wasn’t kidding. You could still feel him staring. You wondered if it made you weird that you found it cute instead of creepy. 

“Girl, at least tell me if he got work done because he looks like he got ass implants,” Layla asks.  

“How are you so familiar with her ex’s ass, you hoe?” Your friend Amber asks, looking at Layla disbelief.

“I walked in on them so many times, I sometimes have nightmares” Layla laughs and you throw a pillow at her. 

“I don’t think so, he’s not really the plastic surgery type. I mentioned getting my boobs done once and he went on an hour long rant about how my body was perfect and I should love myself, etc. Probably has just been working out.” You explain as you try to sneak a look at the aforementioned body part. It did look a little plumper than usual. You bite your lip and force yourself to look away before he notices what you’re looking at.

Alan shows up with a new round of shots and you throw yourself into having a great night. After a while, you can’t tell if the warmth you feel is the alcohol or the fact that you are starting to get a little turned on by Namjoon’s constant vigilance. You were sure it was the fact that you knew all of his little triggers and he couldn’t do anything about it that made it so hot. So you started doing little things you knew liked, like biting your lips or playing with the holes in your fishnets. He’d always loved it when you wore them. You’d lost count of how many of your stockings he’d shredded in the past. The erection pressing against his tight jeans that he wasn’t bothering to hide told you it was all working.

Somehow your two groups had merged and your friends were talking with some of the guys in Namjoon’s little entourage. Namjoon had moved to the couch you were sitting on and unfortunately brought Keisha with him as she plopped down into the seat on the other end. She was apparently a bit of a lightweight because about two minutes after sitting there she passed out. Namjoon was sitting way too close. His thighs were firmly pressed against yours and you tried to control the shivers wracking your body just from being close to him.

You were so engrossed in a conversation you were having with Layla about this amazing series you’d read last week that you’d forgotten to pay attention to Namjoon. You jumped when you felt a finger suddenly poke its way into a hole in your stocking clad thigh. It stroked your skin and flicked the netting a few times before it was gone. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and gave Namjoon a dirty look that he didn’t acknowledge. He was still deep in conversation with his friend. You decided to ignore it and chalk it up to him being too wasted to realize what he was doing. 

A blunt was being passed around and you declined, not wanting to go home to Faith high as fuck. You watched as Namjoon accepted and took a huge hit as he stared right at you with hooded eyes. He looks at your mouth then back up to your eyes, cocking an eyebrow. You’re suddenly reminded of the time he’d taught you how to shotgun and it led it a huge make out session that lasted for a half hour. Namjoon really fucking loved just kissing for a long time. You know he’s realized what you’re thinking about when he smirks but he just blows the smoke up into the air when you turn away.

After a few minutes, you start to relax again with no further interaction from Namjoon. One of his friends is telling you all about New York and all the places he loved and he thought you might like. You were beginning to wonder if this kid liked you because he kept talking about taking you to restaurants and clubs. He was a cute kid, but you didn’t date these days. You had Faith to worry about, and didn’t need all that nonsense in your life. You haven’t even been tempted to look at anyone else since Namjoon, although you know you should. 

“Trey, you wanna go grab a few more beers, man? I would get them myself, but I’m high as fuck right now and I’m so clumsy I’d probably kill myself and ten more people with me.” Namjoon butted in just as the kid apparently named Trey was talking about how much you would like some park where they put up hammocks. The kid runs off without another word. 

“Do you have to flirt right in front of me?” Namjoon growls in your ear. 

“I didn’t realize making weird grunting noises every now and then so he’d think I was listening was considered flirting. Forgive my wanton ways.” You snort and take a sip of your beer that you’d been nursing for a while. 

“What would your boyfriend think if he knew you were out flirting with some kid?”

“You’re not subtle, Joonie. I don’t have one. And if I did, I’d think he’d understand the difference between flirting and being polite.” 

“Who was your last boyfriend? Anyone I know?”

“Joonie, what’s with the third degree?” 

“I’m just curious. Just making sure you’re being treated right.” 

 You roll your eyes at that. “Hmmph. Yeah, you knew him rather well I’d say.” 

“Who was it? I swear to God if you say MC McGriddle...” Namjoon grins down at you and you lose it. You laugh so hard you’re holding your stomach and can’t stop the little snort from escaping. You don’t miss Namjoon saying so cute under his breath.

“The day I date him is the day I question my own sanity. Besides, he’s known as Lyrical Lannister now. I guess he had a Game Of Thrones marathon one day.”

Namjoon laughs and bumps your shoulder with his. “Seriously, woman, who?” 

“You, dumbass.” You mumble, looking away from his shocked expression.

“Me? You haven't dated anyone since me? Why not?” He questioned, disbelief evident in his tone.

You shrug your shoulders and ignore him once the kid comes back with a new beer for you. You trade out your now warm beer for the cold one and smile at him in thanks. He immediately falls back into his speech about how much you would enjoy New York. 

It’s hard, but you ignore Namjoon as best as you can. That last conversation was treading into dangerous waters and you’re not ready to tell him about Faith yet. And that wasn’t the way you wanted to tell him. Oh hey, yeah, the reason I haven’t dated since you is because I’m busy raising your child. Crazy, huh? He deserved to be told in a better way. Hell, he deserved to have known in the first place, but you had decided that was the best decision at the time and there was nothing you could do about it now. 

You can see Namjoon still staring at you out of the corner of your eye. He looks deep in thought, and that scares the hell out of you. 

Please, please don’t do anything stupid. 

As if he’d heard your thoughts and decided to take up the challenge, you felt his hand sneak towards your lower back and lift the hoodie as he slips his fingers inside your waistband. You knew what he was doing since he used to do this all the time, usually when you were laying together in front of the television. He had a habit of slipping his hands into your pants and playing with strings of your thongs. However, he wouldn’t find any this time. You feel him searching around and you hide your grin as he looks at you with a delighted smirk.

“You naughty girl, you’re not wearing any panties.” He growls in your ear, his aroused tone deep and husky. You try really hard not to let him get to you, even though just his voice was making you wet. 

Nasty ass bugs, raw onions, Faith’s dirty diapers...

“Man, I am starving. You guys want to go get something to eat?” Trey chimes in and saves the day. How he is so oblivious to everything going on around him, you don’t know.

“Mmm, I could eat something.” Namjoon grins at you and you roll your eyes at his obvious innuendo. 

“I’m actually pretty hungry too. I’ll head out now, I think.” You say, as you stand up and gesture to your friends that you were leaving. They wave and blow a few kisses before going back to the guys they were talking to. 

“We’ll take you. Trey is actually our designated driver tonight, so it’s safer this way. How did you get here? Bus?” Namjoon asks as he stands up and throws his snapback on and checks for his wallet and keys. 

“No. I have a lil hoopty car now. He’s ugly as hell and works only 50% of the time, but he’s mine.” You announce proudly, knowing Namjoon would appreciate the significance. The two of you had often had to rely on public transportation or walking if you wanted to get anywhere. You’d lost count of the number of times you guys had to deal with broken bags of groceries walking home. Once you’d had Faith to worry about though, you’d scrimped and saved every penny so you’d have semi-reliable transportation for a baby.

“No shit? That’s awesome, baby!” He exclaimed a little too loudly, but if Trey thought anything odd with Namjoon calling you baby, he didn’t show it.

“So where are we going to go?” Trey asked, looking at the little group that assembled for a food run. 

You and Namjoon look at each other with a grin, saying in perfect union, “Jack in the box.” 

The car ride over to the restaurant had been extremely difficult. 

There were about ten of you that decided to go get food, and you’d all piled into this van thing that was half minivan, half party bus. Namjoon had left his girlfriend passed out on the couch, saying that her manager was there to watch her. You were extremely guilty about the fact that you felt good that he’d ditch her so readily to hang out with you. You’d never been the type of person to take someone else’s man. Some dark part of you screamed that he was yours first.

The van had been a tight fit and Trey had offered for you to sit up front with him. You had been about to decline nicely when you were forcibly picked up and practically slammed onto Namjoon’s lap. You turn slightly to give him a dirty look, but he just shrugs and looks out the window. 

Even though it was only a ten-minute drive to the nearest 24 hour Jack in the box, it felt longer thanks to Namjoon. He held onto your hips and traced circles into your thighs, saying he was just helping keep you steady. Anytime he’d move your hips to slide across his very hard erection, he’d say he was just adjusting because you had a bony ass. When the restaurant sign was in sight, he’d leaned into the left side of your neck and nipped the flesh. You jerked in shock, inadvertently grinding harder onto his erection, and he moaned softly in your ear. You could feel yourself becoming drenched. 

Damn you Kim Namjoon. 

You almost tripped in your rush to get out of the van. As you adjusted your clothes you happen to look over at Namjoon and audibly gasp. He hears you and follows your gaze down to his crotch. You’ve left a huge wet spot on the front of his jeans. He smirks and winks at you, then swaggers past you into the restaurant. It looked like he was flaunting the fucking evidence that he got you horny. You really hoped all his friends were too wasted to notice anything. 

As you make your way to the counter and see who’s behind it, you want the ground to open and swallow you whole. The Gods were against you this day. It was the manager of this place and he always remembered the two of you. You’d also come in here quite a lot while you were pregnant, and you really hoped he’d be able to keep his mouth shut.

“Hey, it’s my favorite duo! Haven’t seen the both of you in here together in a while. Six monster tacos and two cokes, right?” He smiles innocently at the two of you and you want to hide. Namjoon just acts like it’s no big deal and agrees, paying and chatting with the guy. Trey looks between the two of you with an odd look on his face, and you’re wondering if he’s starting to connect the dots. 

The rest of the meal goes off without any issues. Namjoon is at the other side of the table and he even keeps his eyes to himself. You take the chance to breathe properly and eat your shitty tacos in peace. 

When you’re done, you excuse yourself and head to the bathroom. You wash up and stare at yourself in the mirror. What the fuck was up with this day? You had woken up a single mother just trying to get through life. Now, you were here with your ex-boyfriend/baby daddy/love of your life and you were very tempted to help him cheat on his girlfriend. Granted, he didn’t seem to care much about the chick, but still, a girlfriend is a girlfriend. You shouldn’t be all that surprised though. The two of you had never been very good at keeping your hands off each other. Still, you should try, right? You didn’t want to be one of those girls that fucks with guys in relationships. And you really didn’t like the idea of sharing.

A soft knock started you out of your thoughts and you groan. You know perfectly well who it is. As you debate the wisdom of letting him in, your hand moves like it’s possessed and you turn the lock before backing away until you hit the wall. 

Namjoon quickly lets himself in and locks the door behind him as he stares at you. He pushes himself off the door and prowls towards you, grabbing your face as he slams his lips into yours. There is nothing soft about this kiss. It’s full of the desperation and longing that the both of you have felt for almost two years. His tongue traces your lips begging for entry and you let him in. He kisses you like a man starved, hard and hot. Moaning into your mouth like it’s everything he’s ever wanted, and you had to agree. Kissing him feels like home. 

He props you up on the sink and pushes your skirt up, staring when he reaches your pussy that’s covered in nothing but the fishnets, already dripping and shiny with your arousal. With a snarl, he grabs and rips the part of the stockings covering you and desperately laps up your juices. He groans when you start bucking against his face and grabs your hips to pull you even closer. 

“Fuck, I love your pussy.” He moans as he adds a finger and watches you throw your head back as you lose yourself in the sensations. 

You’re breathing through your nose and biting your lip in an effort to be quiet. It’s hard though, so hard. Namjoon still knew your body so well and knew just how to make you fall apart. You can hear how wet you are as he pumps his finger, before finally adding a second and then a third. Tears well up you were so overwhelmed by the sensations you hadn’t felt in so long. You can feel yourself tightening around Namjoon’s fingers and that must have been the signal he was waiting for because he suddenly leaned back down and drew your clit into his mouth, sucking hard. You throw your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that wants to escape as you cum, still riding Namjoon’s fingers. 

He gradually stops pumping, letting you ride out your orgasm, before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to your lips. 

“Taste yourself. Taste how delicious you are.” He orders breathlessly, and you open your mouth to allow him to serve you his fingers. You suckle on them, moaning lustily mostly for his benefit, something that the attack on your neck with his lips proves he enjoys. 

He pulls back and studies you as he palms himself, then slowly unzips and drops his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His cock is standing tall and dripping, and you lick your lips hungrily. He notices the motion and moans as he tugs on himself. 

“As much as I love your lips on me, if you touch me right now I’m going to cum all over your beautiful face.”

He leans in and kisses you again, softly this time, sucking on your bottom lip as he pulls away. He lines himself up with you and slowly pushes into your pussy. 

“Fuck, you are so tight. I missed this view. You always take my cock so well, baby.” He moans as he fills you completely. “I wish I could take my time, but I need you so bad.” 

He pulls all the way out before slamming back into you and then starts pounding steadily, fucking you hard and fast. You try to find leverage and settle for his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss as you wrap your legs around him. Sweat is dripping down his face and you can’t seem to care, and you can tell that the both of you are already so close. 

“Your tight little pussy is mine. God, I fucking love you.” He rasps, digging his fingers deeper into your hips.

He leans down and latches onto your neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth hard, obviously trying his best to leave marks. He finally bites down hard and you feel yourself tumble over the edge, your pussy clenching around Namjoon as you cum. 

“Oh fuck, yeah baby, cum on my cock. Such a fucking good girl.” He growls as he quickly follows and cums deep in you, filling you with warmth. 

You both stay like that for a few moments as you collect your breath. He slowly slides out of you and helps you off the counter before zipping himself up. You walk over to the paper towels to clean up and he stops you. He lifts your skirt back up and parts your pussy lips, watching as his cum starts to leak out. He takes a finger and pushes it all back in before looking up at you. 

“Keep it all in there, baby.”

You snort, looking at him like he’s crazy. “Joonie, that’s how you get infections.”

“I’ll pay for your cream shit. I want you to keep me in you. I want you to sleep with me inside of you.” He mumbled as he started nuzzling your neck. 

“You know that peeing is a thing, right?”

“Fine, pee if you must. You’ll have to call me to fill you back up if you do, though.”

“Freak.” You mumble as you try to adjust yourself and wipe at your face in the mirror a little, although it’s a little hard with Namjoon wrapped all around you watching you in the mirror. 

“I meant what I said.” He locked eyes with you in the mirror and you froze.

“What part? You said a lot of stuff.” You know which part he meant.

“When I said I love you. I always have and I always will.” 

“I love you too, Namjoon.” You sigh, feeling like you were drowning in his warm brown eyes. You probably should have told him that because his smile is huge and both of his dimples are on display. The sight reminds you of the big secret you’ve kept from him. 

“So, what now?” He asks, and you can feel how tense he is after asking that. 

“Honestly, I don’t really know. I’m as messed up as you right now. You have a girlfriend, you’re only visiting and live in another state. And I have a lot of big things in my life.”

“I’ll break up with her in the morning. Although, I never even asked her to go out with me in the first place. She just started calling herself my girlfriend and I just went with it because I didn’t fucking care. She wasn’t you so I didn’t care.”

“That’s a little messed up, Joonie.”

“I know it’s messed up. And I still don’t care.” 

You grunt and shake your head. “How about this. For now, we’ll try just being good friends. We’ll try to iron out the shit in our lives and see what happens.”

“Friends that fuck?” He asks you with big puppy dog eyes. 

“Namjoon...we’ll see. As usual, we can’t keep our hands off each other, so we’ll see. Depends on how things go with your Nicki Minaj wannabe.” 

Namjoon huffs into your neck and presses his lips to it. 

“Ok, baby. We’ll try it your way. If you try to push me away again, though, I will kidnap you and take you to Vegas to get married. I’m not letting you go again.”

You laugh like it’s a great joke and ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you make your way back to the tables. Luckily, everyone seems to be so out of it that no one really noted your absence. Well, except for maybe Trey; he was looking at you a little funny, but still offers to drop you off at home. 

As you give Trey your address, you see Namjoon smile as he realizes you’re still in the old apartment that you had shared. The drive there was uneventful. Namjoon knew how tired you were so he didn’t do anything except put his number on your phone. He just let you fall back against his chest and doze off a little. When Trey pulled into your parking lot, Namjoon whispered in your ear, asking if you wanted him to walk you to your door. Knowing what you were hiding on the other side made that impossible, so you just pecked him on the cheek and left, waving at him as you reached the top of the stairs. 

You stumble into your living room as quietly as you can and say goodbye to the sitter. You quickly change before going to check on Faith. She was sound asleep and looked peaceful. You stroke her thick black hair and marvel all over again how much she looked like Namjoon. 

You couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. There was so much to think about and it was just all so much to process. You weren’t sure of what you were going to do. You knew you wanted Namjoon with every fiber of your being. You loved him. You always had and you always will. The question was whether or not he would still love you when he learned your secret.