#aaaaand I think it paid off

[riceisgood123]

Take you home and show you the sun

Lance had always promised Keith he’d take him home to Cuba. Show him everything he loved, everything he was missing out on. And finally, six years, a handful of scars, and a less than legitimate exchange of vows later, he did.

(Also Allura is very much alive! The altean marks are from reviving him)

Happy birthday, Lance 💙

(Closeups under the cut)

[mittch22]

I feel the need to draw attention to the plight of this poor bastard at the start of Cars 2.

Crabby is approached by a random-ass Aston Martin at a dock on the west coast of America, given a set of coordinates and is paid what I assume would have been quite a considerable sum of money to take said Aston out there. A strange situation indeed, made even stranger when you realise just how far Finn, or 'Buddy' asks Crabby to take him. When Crabby says "you can't get any further away from land than out here", he really fuckin meant it:

The coordinates put them almost smack bang in the middle of the pacific ocean. (and before you come for me, the bottom set of coordinates are correct, the ones that are displayed in Cars 2 have not had their decimals converted to minutes and seconds) Now, at this point, Crabby isn't asking too many questions. And his confusion must have hit what he thought was an all time high.

Then big chungus rocks up:

Tony Trihull, a heavily armed combat vessel, glides right up along side the tiny little crabbing boat and blocks him off from further venture. And when Crabby shows him his resistance, Tony threatens to sink him with a lazer guided missile launcher. At this point, Crabby relents and begins meandering back in the direction he came from (I do have to hand it to Crabby here, he's one fearless little ocean dweller).

So, Crabby has just been sent out into the centre of the pacific ocean with no logical answer as to why AND been threatened with being blown up AAAAAND, to top it all off with a delectable trauma cherry:

"Sorry, Buddy. Looks like its the end of the line.......... Buddy?"

'Hang on a minute. Where the hell is my four-wheeled, non-floating passenger!?!?!?' Aka, 'Did I just kill someone?'

Fear and panic would have taken over the mega-confusion of Finn's reasoning for his watery trip. 'Where did he go? How did he 'go'? There's nowhere for him TO go. Did he fall over the edge? Was he just a figment of my imagination? Hang on a minute, did I just help someone kick the bucket???'

Can you IMAGINE the horrific thought patterns that would have followed the realisation that 'Buddy' was no longer on board? Crabby is not aware of Finn's gadgets and capacities, and so, in his mind, there is no other possibility other than the death of the Aston Martin. Cue the hefty therapy bill.

I like to think that Finn is a bit of an empath and would have thought about how this situation would have affected Crabby. And I like to think that he would have found a way to let Crabby know that he was still around and kicking. Maybe after the mission had come to its conclusion. It would still leave Crabby with a plethora of questions. However, at least he would have known that he wasn't responsible for the death of a random and rather strange vehicle.

PS - Day jobs being performed in darkness are much easier to explain than evidently idiosyncratic night quests.

[gangplanksorenji]

Do you think you’re forgiven?

Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Sakura x Male Reader

Word Count: 8720

A/N: Helloooo Orenjideul! I'm back with a Sakura fic and I think, this is my wildest one, yet or something idk ahhhh. I had fun writing this fic and it took me a quite while but I hope it all turned out well! Enjoy! <3

Also, thanking @kaedespicelatte for the idea on the anal scene ehehe <3

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“Aaaaand… Cut!”

Applause of multiple people can be heard around the room as the final minutes of shooting from their song has now come to an end. All the hard work and stress has finally paid off as subsequent radiant smiles paint their faces. 

They’re happy as much as you are, and it’s something all you can ask for and you love it. Thankfully, you could go to them as soon as the shooting ended as your heart beats rapidly in every step you take, closer to them. As you get closer, you notice them focused on monitoring themselves and their performance, so you wait it out in order to respect them yet not so long after it is done and you can already hear them blabbering and their laughter.

“It’s a bit hard to—wait, is that Oppa? I better call Kkura-unnie.”

“You better call, unnie, yes!”

“Shhh…” you hurriedly silent Yunjin and Kazuha with their advances towards calling Sakura as you wanted to surprise her by unexpectedly coming on their shooting. You also came to see the girls perform and their utmost efforts on really exerting all of their energy to give it all and that makes you flustered on how hard-working they are. You can't take your eyes off Sakura whenever she delivers every ounce of passion whenever she dances but you specifically take your eyes off her with this girl too. She’s been really stunning since the day you saw her and you stand by it. Who could it be? Well, it’s just Kim Chaewon with her usual bias-wrecking aura that can literally make you bias list in shambles! Every fan knows this and even though Sakura is where your heart belongs, you can’t help but be in awe whenever Chaewon is on the stage, and this is further proven when you can see them perform personally, with your own eyes.

Sneaking up to the two beautiful idols, clueless about your presence and—

“Boo!” 

“Ahhh!”, A startled Sakura meets your eyes as you both flirtatiously exchange smiles and smirks as Sakura playfully punches your shoulder on how you’re teasing her.

“Yah, what made you come here?”

“I just want to see you. How well you’re doing, that’s all…”

“Oh really? That’s so sweet of you…”

Those eyes. You swear to god, everytime she pleases her eyes, you just want to protect her from anything awful that happen—treasure her smile and her happiness because that’s what really matters.

“Yah, we’re still in the monitoring room, lovebirds.”, the nonchalant tone of the leader resonates around your ear as you apologized, earning a smile from the short-haired girl that’s brighter than any beam of light.

Gosh, she’s beautiful—you mutter to yourself as Chaewon’s beauty is way out of this world. All of them are stunning in every way possible, especially Sakura, but lately, Chaewon has been stealing the show ever since the comeback started. With this being said, you just hope to God that Sakura won’t be jealous of this, in any kind. Well, you wish…

All of you then went to the dressing room after the monitoring and shooting and with how hard they’ve been working for this comeback, you’ve thought of treating them a little bit, maybe with this little gift, they may feel rewarded as all of their hard work pays off.

“You all did so well! And, y’know, I’d thought of treating you guys so, yeah…”

“Wait, you really will, Oppa? Oh please, don’t bother anymore—”, Yunjin was interrupted with a buzz on the door as their manager delivered something in a plastic bag, full of delicious, mouth-watering food. 

“Oh thanks, manager-nim!”, says Chaewon who placed the plastic bag full of food into the table, equally distributing the tupperware for each member and including you.

“Aish, Chaewon-ssi, I’ll just go and distribute them, just chill on the couch.”

“”But Oppa, I want to—”

Chaewon was eager to help you and you’re just in awe of how she immediately took the initiative. You wanted to make her feel good by helping her but with the sudden hold of her hand because of your attempts to do the job instead, she can’t help but be flustered as the sudden contact made her blush.

“Chaewon-ah, I’ll do the rest, okay? Just relax…. I’ll equally distribute the food.”

Flashing a reassuring smile to her, she then sat on the couch as you equally distributed all of the food to them, and then delightfully thanked you as it flustered your heart. While all of this was happening—the blissful cheers and their boisterous laughter—you noticed Sakura uncannily being enervated and quiet. She’s just maybe tired from all of the things they did today, so, you just chose to not really mind it but seconds after, you approached her and asked her if she was okay.

“Kkura…”

“Yeah?”

“You good? You seem really down all of a sudden…”

“Yeah, I’m all good. It’s just that I feel a bit tired, that’s all.”

“Oh… Don’t worry, after this, I’ll bring you to your place then we’ll spend the night together, okay? Don't you want the food to get cold?”

“No…”

You tucked her hair behind her ear, flashing a reassuring smile and with your alleviating tone, “We’ll take a rest later, okay?”

She nodded as her eyes ignited with anticipation, delighted after saying those few words that made her heart flutter. Despite all of this, you managed to reassure her and averted your attention onto eating the food with the rest of the members, as well as blabbering with them as the cherry on top.

---

It has been a delightful experience while chatting with this group and you couldn’t be any happier. Each member stands out for making any conversation funny, enjoyable and interesting, especially Chaewon. She’s been delivering such fun topics onto the table that the rest of you can’t get enough of it—everything just feels really alive when Chaewon brings the amusement amongst all of the other members, and you love it. You became so comfortable with them—moreso with Chaewon—to the point that you’re involuntarily complimenting them and confessing on how you liked Chaewon from the start.

“But honestly, Chaewon looks stunningly beautiful today.”

“Yah~ Oppa, you don’t have to say that.”, the cute, short-haired girl hides her face from your compliment as the rest of the members smile while Yunjin initiates another compliment. “But you look really stunning, unnie!”

“Aww, thanks… All of you look really stunning, right, Kkura-unnie?”

“H-Huh? Y-Yeah, you all do…”

Silence emanates the room as the awkwardness settles in. Sakura isn’t usually like this and you know it. If she’s just randomly sulking because of something, it’s a petulant excuse to have one and the soft-hearted part of you is thinking that she’s just tired from all they’ve done earlier. Yet that thought is clearly eliminated from what you’re seeing on the rest of the members; they’re lively and delightful as Sakura’s being the opposite. 

“Kkura-unnie, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just feeling *coos* really tired, sorry.”

Chaewon’s eyebrows furrowed as her tone emits thoughtfulness and concern to Sakura. She then asks her if she’s really alright as she feels a disturbance with the force—something feels off and it’s not looking good.

“Yeah, I’m alright! I’m just feeling tired! How many times do I need to say it!”

All are in shock as she unveils another side of hers which you never like about. Chaewon’s eyes were scared and confused as to why Sakura suddenly exclaimed what she’s feeling. She grew impatient from all of your motives, so with that, she hurriedly left the room as you followed right after. Before you even did that, you reassure Chaewon and the rest of the members that everything’s will be alright.

“Chaewon-ssi, there’s nothing wrong with what you did, okay? She’s maybe just not in the right mood today. We’ll fix this and everything will be fine. Just tell your manager that I’ll be taking Kkura home myself, okay?”

Chaewon nods as you thanked them for bringing such a wonderful bonding session as they thanked you too for treating them to some delicious food—albeit, their advances of still being too grateful and uttering the words: “You shouldn’t have bothered.”. You then hurriedly waved goodbye to them as Kazuha signals a thumbs-up from her hand, letting you know that you should go for Sakura and fix what has unfolded.

This will be one hell of a night, I guess…

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Between the spotless marbling of the floor are hurried steps from the both of you as she runs away, you then, catching up to her and inevitably, you’ve reached her arms as you block her attempts of escaping, facing her and demanding an answer of her earlier attitude.

“What was that Kkura?”

“It’s just—tiring you know? I didn’t mean to provoke anyone. I’m just tired—you know what? J-Just take me home…”

You then sighed in relief as concern painted your face, worried that something may have unfolded that may turn out the worse for both worlds.

“Alright then, let's rest at your place.”

“Okay…”

The both of you then coursed your way to the parking lot, finding your car as soon as possible because of the possible paparazzis that may have caught you with Sakura—and the last thing you want for you to happen on this planet is being on the headlines on Dispatch.

As soon as the both of you hopped in the car, you then texted Chaewon that you'll drive Sakura home to their dorm and an immediate reply of “thumbs-up” signals that they now know that you're driving Sakura home as relief coursed through your veins.

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“We’re now here, Kkura.”, you said as you’re done parking the car onto the allotted parking spot that thankfully, no one occupies or you’ll be doomed to park your car awkwardly in the road.

“Oh, finally! I can rest!”, she cheerfully muttered as she hurriedly got out of the car and diverts herself towards the locked front door, unlocking it and letting you in.

“It’s not much though, we didn’t change anything that much…”

You’re now met with the same blue-ish, tranquil wall and the peaceful ambiance yet what really caught your eye are the organized set of clothes and things in which you didn’t see on your last visit here. You’re clearly feeling comfortable and impressed and teased Sakura about it.

“Wow, some organization! Glad y’all knew about that word.”

“Shut up…”

You then laughed as Sakura flashes a faint smile at your joke, and clearly, wasn’t offended by that. Not so long after,  she then rushed upstairs as you didn’t mind her, letting her rest for a while as you then slouch onto the couch, making yourself comfortable and then killing the time with the endless scrolling on social media.

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It has been silent for quite awhile (maybe for like, half an hour) and you’ve never heard any hint of sound upstairs. It’s tranquil and you love it. On how everything seems uncannily silent, your curiosity sends you to check Sakura as you assume that she’s already sleeping and yeah, you half-expected this to happen.

“Hey, Kkura...”

A feeble attempt to avert her attention towards you and not to the game she’s playing (and yes, she’s playing a game) is all you can do. It’s not like she can hear you as she just chooses to ignore which you didn’t really like, to say the least.

“Kkura-yah~ Why are you—”

“Ahh! Fuc— What do you want???”

An aggravated tone reverberates around the compact automobile you’re in as Sakura is angry, infuriated over, maybe, a loss of her game she’s playing. She stares at you striking, like daggers towards your chest as you’re starting to get disappointed towards her as she completely (maybe unintentionally) ignores you, and that's something that you don't want her to do.

“Why are you so mad about, suddenly, huh? Is it because of the game?”

“Yes! And you just ruined everything!”

Shock. You're in complete shock. You've seen her like this before and it's her worse side, as always. You despise seeing her side of this—acting like a spoiled brat who loves attention-seeking and being sulky and would do every single thing just to suck your cock. It's not even fair at this point and you hate it. You get to adjust to her current mood and understand her even though her acts are nonetheless, in the most frivolous and annoying manner yet still, it feels like your acts aren't even making her get out of that ”mood” of hers.

“Hah, you, Kkura, losing your patience just because of a single mistake that you could re-do later—”

“Listen here, you little shit—” Sakura yelps out of her comfortable position, her face infuriated and filled with anger as she tugs the collar of your shirt, her face just inches away from yours as her sharp glare makes you flinch in confusion and maybe, even being nervous about her antics, “—this, is not just a game, do you understand? And you—fucking ruined this day because—”

“Because o-of what? Tell me, Kkura—what is it?” you fight back as you match the fire in her eyes that has been long ignited before.

“Aish—nevermind, argh!!”

She then turns back against you, yourself then anticipating her next move and now, this is most likely a surviving tactic to her possible aggressive antics. You then come to a realization that the possible switch of her mood is because of Chaewon. She may not know this  but you've been averting your eyes towards Sakura from time to time, on the right moment where she can't see you. You've noticed her personality being quiet and indeed, sulky rather than her usual bubbly and dorky self.

So… you did just point out that to her.

“Ahh, is it because of Chaewon? That I talked more often to her than you—”

“Just shut up! Shut your mouth!” Sakura pounces on you like a wolf, making you fall onto your stomach and her straddling your lap. She senses you, almost like a predator sensing the fear and anticipation beneath those sparkling eyes of yours as the prey falls into submission, giving in. She grabbed your wrists, further preventing you from retaliating—and it’s like you want to retaliate at this moment and to be honest, you’re even liking it. 

“You’re so annoying, don’t you know that? And I don’t care if you want to talk to Chaewon more than me. Pay more attention to her than me—I don’t care! Even if you fuck her brains out, I don’t give a fuck about it!”

She is furious and it’s all you’re doing. You know this but why would she act like this? So childish and so, out of the blue and this, almost feels like a fever dream. Even with her infuriated look, you can’t help but still be so attracted to it and it feels like she’s making you fall for her spell. You hide your true demeanor to her and act tough, trying to fight back but she easily overpowers you, Sakura now having control and the upper ground.

“W-Why are you like this? Get off of me, now.”

“Shut up. I won’t and I’ll make sure I’ll let you know who you fucking belong to.”

Without any time to waste, she started to latch her lips onto yours as the kiss was surprisingly, sloppy and fueled with intense fervor, which you eagerly reciprocated. The taste of her lips is really addicting, so, to further let her know how good of a kisser you are, you double the efforts on each little thing you do when kissing her: the way you caress her waist, the effort and small so-called “lovebites” on her lips and the way you moan between each sloppy kiss. Now, your tongues intertwined with each other as the volume of her moans now resonates around your ear, like a lustful chant that you could listen to all day. Sakura loves this, and even with this, she can submit herself into submission but even before she totally gave in to your control, she pulled out of you, gasping for oxygen as her cheeks and ears are now red from the intimate action you’ve done.

“I hate how good of a kisser you are.”

“You’ll never find someone who kisses you better than me, Kkura.”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t get to talk! Arghh!” Still with her vicious glare, she takes full control of you pretty easily—even though you can put up a fight against her, you wouldn’t because you love it when she’s in control. 

“Oh wow, look at your little friend here!” Sakura averts her fingers playfully onto the tent on your pants as she grinds on it leisurely, you then moaning silently as her tease is enough to make you give in to the abyss of submission. 

“Fu—Fuck, Kkura. It feels good.”

She just ignores you and dry-humps your tent, causing her to be wetter than before and you can feel it. You feel yourself being at full mast as she stops after a few seconds after, causing you to be a little bit disappointed as you wanted more. 

“You think you can have more? Hah—you wish.” 

And, she’s still mad to you for no significant reason on why she’s like this. You wanted to work this out by just talking to her but on the way, Sakura is making this game a fun one as this turns you on even more than what you expected and you’re not complaining. Without any further reminders and time to waste, Sakura hastily unbuttons your pants as she yanks down your boxers in one swift motion, and not even caring if she hurted you or not. Now, with your almost fully-erect length, Sakura eyed it like it was just a piece of meat and was hiding the fact of being in awe and in drool whenever she sees your raging length.

“This?” Sakura leisurely stroked your length, you then groaned in half-pain, half-pleasure as the lack of lubrication isn't helping, yet, nonetheless, it's still pleasurable as hell. “This cock is mine. I'll get to do whatever I want to with this cock and there's nothing you can do about it.”

She then stopped stroking you and now, with full control of you, she didn't waste her time doing the thing she excels at: dominating you. 

“Now, you're lucky that I'm not really feeling that sensitive right now, or else, you could be sleeping outside right now, not with me.”

“I'm s-sorry, Kkura, b-but did I even do wrong?”

“You know what you fucking did.”

As she's about to lay down her face aligned with your shaft, a tingle in her brain says something that will make this experience a hundred times better than what it should be.

“Now, you know the drill, baby. Is it clear?”

“Wha—What? What drill, Kkura?”

Within that single word, the fire inside her ignited. The flame full of anger and lust ignited, and it became the worst in any possible situation. She is furious, suffocating your shaft with a vice grip as you wail in pain, then realizing what she's been implying and you quickly correct your mistake.

“Fuck—ahh! I'm sorry, mommy.”

Now loosening her vacuum-like grip on your shaft, you became complacent that everything is starting to calm down but with Sakura, that's not in her vocabulary.

“It's good you have a fucking mind to think then. Don't worry, you'll be all-spent after this and if you do good and follow my instructions, I'll forgive you."

Your eyes widen in anticipation, nervousness and excitement. It’s like rolling a dice full of emotions and wouldn’t know what to really feel and Sakura senses this, and further uses it as her advantage. With still a firm grip with your rock-hard shaft, she spit on your shaft a few times as the lubrication now felt better than before as you can see her beautiful, dainty fingers stroking your raging length leisurely. 

You moan in ecstasy and probably, that’s all you can do. The sudden strike of gratification can be felt throughout your body and you, immediately shudder as her wet, warm mouth envelops your raging length within a fraction of a second, and didn’t even notice it.

Sakura didn’t mind you moaning her name and the constant convulse of your hips as she focuses where she’s best at. With her slow bobs and her mouth wrapped onto your mushroom tip, you can’t help but become more aroused and you wouldn’t complain about this—maybe the only thing you’ll complain about is her anger towards you and you never liked it when she’s furious. Within a few seconds, she picks up the pace and involuntarily, you caress the silky black strands of her hair as an outlet to fight the pleasure, and you won't like what will happen next.

Pop.

“Get your hands off me. Put it behind your back and just let me do my job, is that clear?”

You don’t speak, which ignites the flames inside her—

“Fucking answer me!—”

“Yes—y-yes, mommy! I’m s-sorry…”

The tremble on your voice puts a smile on her face, knowing that she, herself, is damn well in control over you. 

“Do that again and I won’t make you cum, alright?”

Another “yes” and another no. Simple articulated words coming from your mouth is enough to make her advances towards your glistening length once more, invading it with her oh-so pleasurable cavern which is her mouth. Her deprivation and her insatiability towards you is what fuels her to do this—and it’s like she’s not liking this and if she is, she’s absolutely lying and you can sense, by the way she looks into your eyes, you know damn well that she’s enjoying this.

If only you could tell her how much you love th—

“Don’t talk to me, okay? I’ll only give you permission if I say so, is that clear?”

You’re completely silent as you already followed her instructions (and with the clever mind she has, she knew that you’re taking the instruction too seriously), which she didn’t like.

“You piece of shit—not like that! Fucking answer me!”

“Y-Yes, mommy…”

“Good. I don’t want your joking ass to play around me ‘cause I’m fucking serious right now—”

She resumes her lustful antics onto your engorged head as she swirls her tongue around it, and you respond with an intimate moan as the sensitivity is way too much to handle, and so is the pleasure. Her constant slurps and her saliva running down her chin is one way to know how much she wants you, how she's so deprived of the taste of your cock and it's like a candy she can't get enough. 

“God, your cock tastes so good—fuck—”

And there she goes, again. Constant frantic bobbing ensues and the fondling of your balls—and it's really nothing new to your eyes yet the sight is nevertheless hot as fuck. Those large, doe eyes having eye contact with you as she blows you sloppily—oh gosh, you couldn't ask for anything more than to relive this moment and savor every second of her warm mouth enveloping your shaft.

Such copious amounts of that colorless liquid inevitably leaked out of your slit, which she delightfully consumed as if it cascaded like a waterfall—like a mouthful of a delicious entrée she couldn't get enough of. After such hypnotizing minutes of her sloppy blowjob, she pulled out of your shaft with a loud pop as she commended you for being so obedient to her.

“Such a good boy for mommy. As much as I want you to cum deep in my throat, I want to feel this dick inside me, right now.”

She then grinds onto your heated core as the neediness in her eyes says a lot, and you can’t wait to fulfill it.

“Strip me, baby. Get these stupid clothes out of me and don’t you fucking dare touch me until I say so.”

And you did just that. Untying her top slowly while she’s still straddling your lap, you felt your cock twitching at the sight of her handful breasts, those within and hand’s reach as you hurriedly unclasp her black bra, letting gravity do the work as it fell off her smooth, milky skin as her perky mounds are now within your sight. As much as you wanted to dive in and fondle her mounds, you wanted to follow her instructions as you don’t want to feel her wrath again. Now with just her pants on, she gave you an discontented look as you hurriedly did your job, unzipping her pants and letting the clothing fall off the ground smoothly alongside her panties on the way, letting her beautiful, hourglass figure on your sight as you drool in insatiability and need—Sakura herself exuding sexiness is always off the charts of what you always wanted and with her naked body onto your sight, you can’t help but feel so aroused to the point that you want to pull her and kiss her yet, as what she’d said earlier, you must be obedient so you’ll try and discipline yourself to do so.

“Fuck, she’s so perfect—her figure is so insane.”

Sakura then pushes you onto the bed with a loud thud as she pounces onto you like a wolf, her legs straddling your thighs and her warm hands caressing your chest and your abs, making you squirm in sensitivity. 

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. And—ooh, you’re squirming under my touch already? Oh, and I bet, you want to feel my pussy right now, don’t you, hm?”

You nod frantically as she grips your length, her hands almost clenching around your shaft as she lines her entrance towards you, teasing you as she brushes her clit onto your swollen head, making you moan in need as you wanted more but you know that she’s not going to give it to you—or is she?

Enough with the teasing as she dives onto your rod, her wet folds engulfing the entirety of your length as she fucks herself with it within as slow pace. You moaned her name softly as she’s exceptionally tight and so wet, and you noticed it on how much she’s dripping before she even entered.

She might be sexually frustrated considering how much both of your schedules are hectic as the both of you didn’t have the time to really invest into bonding sessions or even steamy ones and her frustration even ignited to the fact that she’s so jealous and you’re starting to feel bad. But you shouldn’t, because if your proposition is true, then you’re in the boat as her—you’re having the needs as hers to, and that maybe even explains on how she’s much tighter than the last time you’ve fucked her yet she’s always pleasurably tight, and it’s so pleasurable that you always wanted to hit the deepest spots inside her pussy if you can.

She rides you with a pace that’s moderate—you don’t really ask anything more than it and you can't, as it’s Sakura’s order to not interfere nor talk to her, so you’ll just shut your mouth as the gratification makes your brain go haywire. 

“Fuck—you're s-so big inside me—ahh! Fuck, this cock is so p-perfect! Thank god y-you have this perfect cock for me t-to fuck on—ahhh, fuck!”

Her hypnotic bounces onto your shaft sends ripple onto each other’s bodies as you can feel how she’s dripping wet, considering how she’s leaking between her bounces. In every thrust of herself onto your rod, her demeanor completely changed as her once stern, jealous-filled face is now filled with lust and need, her face distorted with the overwhelming pleasure she’s bringing herself into. Her pace suddenly becomes rapid, bounces within such a quick succession as she places her hands onto your chest for further stability. You realized that she’s struggling a little, so you supported her by pressing your hands firmly onto the side of her hips, which she didn't seem to mind.

“God, I fucking love t-this. I hate h-how you always s-stretch my pussy so well—ahh, fuck!”

She can’t really hide the satisfaction she’s feeling and she never will as she’s always vocal whenever she’s satisfied with something, even from the smallest things up to even some of the freakiest actions in bed. It’s also in her eyes and the way she’s leaking all over your length, and with those simple hints, you already know she’s in peak ecstasy.

“Y-Your cock is too good, baby. I’m gonna c-cum really soon!”

Now chasing her long-awaited orgasm, she rides you at a frantic pace, bounces and bounces in quick successions that make your mouth escape plethora of moans. All it takes is a single squeal as she announces her high, as she creams onto your cock, her nectar gushing out like a waterfall, dripping onto the bed sheets.

And you swear to god, you’re going to clean your bed whenever all of these sinful events are done.

She then pulled out of your slick shaft as it glistened with her juices, standing proud and hard as her body makes her the culprit for all of this. With a single motion, she switched positions with you and glared at you, straight right to your soul, seductively whispering, “Fuck me hard, baby. Don’t stop until you unload every single drop, in your balls, in me, do you understand?”

Another question. Another nod. Of course, it’s a must at this very moment as before you insert your stiffened member inside her, once again, she interrupted you with a suggestion in mind, benefiting herself and maybe even you.

“Before this, you gotta fuck me from behind. Fuck me hard until my legs give out, baby. Please mommy and I want you to impress me.”

And you wouldn’t disappoint her and you never will, because if you do, you’re fucked. Fuck her ‘til her legs give out—well, let’s see how this goes. 

With all your strength, you rotate her as the sudden swivel makes her anticipate more of what you can do. You then give her milky-white buttocks a gentle squeeze as you continue to whisper to yourself how insane Sakura’s figure is and how much you adore her passion on how she keeps on maintaining this physique.

“God, she’s so fucking hot…”

“W-Why are you teasing me? Fuck me now and I want that cock inside me.”

Her delirious and stern tone makes you anxious as you hurriedly insert your length into her entrance once again and oh—she’s still as tight as ever. Both of you gasp on the sudden spike of pleasure coursing down your veins as you fulfill her request immediately—by fucking her hard and pounding her until her she can’t feel her legs. No more teasing and slow build-ups as you immediately hammer yourself into her glistening cunt, relentless about the pace and not caring if she can’t take it or not—she wanted it rough, anyway. You place both of your hands on her hips, letting you caress and feel those soft mounds you always love and to further fuck her better as the grip and the control now is way better than before. The clashing of bodies resonates a series of sinful sounds that only reverberated around the room, which arouses you further and as well as the wet squelching of each thrust as the cherry on top.

“I s-said, fuck me harder, you piece of sh—I k-know you can do better than this…”

Upon her livid-filled request, you fulfilled it immediately by exerting more effort between your hammering thrusts into her leaking pussy. It's evident how much she's loving this even though her façade says the opposite—and you want to break it and let herself give out to you and you will. The wet squelching has been a common sound beneath your ear as it forms an orchestra of lustfully-composed sounds alongside her sultry moans that pushes you further on the edge. Sakura tries to compress her moans but with this sinful act being unfolded between her legs, it's impossible to really hold back as she fights for the bit of her dominance left.

“G-God, p-pull my hair, pound m-me faster, g-gosh—I know you can do be—”

Her further attempts of being unimpressed was interrupted by a sudden tug of her hair as your hips pursue an onslaught of hammering thrusts that makes Sakura scream your name, her cunt now glistening and leaking way more than before as you're finally getting the grip to make her fall onto submission. Yet you know her, how competitive she is and she's going to put up a fight in order to win and that's her goal, but the grass isn't getting any greener on the other side of victory and you're claiming to dethrone her. 

“God, mommy, y-you're so fucking tight—this pussy just feels to fucking good to be r-real!”

“You love mommy's pussy don't you? No wonder why you're throbbing so much i-inside me—fuck! Just shut the fuck up and pound me. I c-can still feel my legs…”

You nod as you continue the good pounding she always wants as not so long after, she's about to announce her second orgasm of the night.

“God, mommy's gonna c-cum so much! I'm so c-close! I—”

An ear-deafening shrill is all it takes as she gushes onto your cock like a waterfall, every stream staining the bedsheets. You continue to fuck her through her high yet your thrusts are way slower than before, allowing her to recover from her high. 

“Fuck me h-hard, baby. I know you're c-close. I can feel this cock throbbing inside my tight, wet cunt, ready to deposit all inside me.”

You swear to god, her dirty talks are instant buttons to push you onto your long-awaited orgasm and you love it. Thrust after thrust, moans reverberate around the air as within a few more seconds, you savor each moment being inside as the familiar knot onto your loins grows, signaling your near ecstasy.

With a single sentence escaping from Sakura's lips, it's just impossible to hold back—

“Cum for me.”

Ecstatic, blissful and lustful. Isn't it perfect? Yes it is and always it has been.

Unloading every ounce inside Sakura's perfect cunt is a must, so you did just that. Burying your length up to the hilt, you let it all out as series of thick shots of semen gets unloaded inside Sakura's tight cunt, her velvety walls hugging around your cock as she even savors the moment of your hot seed being deposited inside her, and, to no surprise, she loves it. You then pull out of her heated entrance and rest yourself onto the bed, feeling exhausted from a steamy session with this hot Japanese girl that just milked you, yet not enough to drain you entirely.

“God—” Scooping a sample from the semen that dripped out of her cunt, she tasted it and a satisfied hum lets you know that she liked it.

“Now that's not too bad, for you—hmm, I guess…”

For me? Didn't she just scream earlier like her life depended on it? And now, you know that she's trying to piss you off at this rate—not that you're disappointed and confused, yet maybe you are, yet you see this as a competition and you're willing to let her know who's going to be in control now.

“Hey, mommy’s not yet done with you, stay where the fuck you are and be my good little toy for the night.”

“B-But can’t you just let me re—”

“What the fuck did I say?”

“Sorry, mommy.”

Damn, she’s good. And it’s like you’re putting up a fight against that and you won’t, just yet…

Tugging your collar as she brings her herself close to you, she whispers seductively onto your ear, enough to tingle your senses and your eyes to widen as the simple words that came out of her mouth arouses you more than what you could ever expect in seconds, bringing your shaft to be in life again, rock-hard from her actions.

“I want you to pound my ass. I can still feel my legs and make sure that I won’t after we’re done.”

Oh… Fuck. 

Right from the start of your steamy sessions, she’s been talking about anal sex and you know that she’s into something like that yet, right at this moment, it feels like it’s way hotter than what it should be considering how dominant she is right now. Maybe it’s because of that or her just being vocal about it? Nevertheless, the thought of pounding Sakura’s puckered hole and gaping it open is an arousing sight and just by thinking of it can send you into overdrive—moreover, the drive of lust and the will to fuck her until you’ve fully deposited everything inside her tight asshole.

Letting your hands handle the side of your hips for stability, you didn't just go idle as you rub your cock into the rim of her puckered hole, making her squirm in the sudden spike of pleasure. You then spread your precum onto her hole, lathering it with the colorless liquid as not so long after, your fingers tease her ass as its only motive is to pry it open, make it gaped enough for the ease to pound her into oblivion.

“You're not fucking my ass without some lube, idiot. Go get the bottle from the cabinet near my desk.”

Yeah, and you're about to do that after you're done teasing her—yet, you said to yourself that she's maybe not liking you being a tease at this moment and prefers the real thing up in her ass, already. You would rather not answer her back for the flames not to worsen so you did just follow what she wanted and got the bottle of lube from the cabinet.

“Good. Now lather your cock with it. I wanna see your cock glisten among the ligh—”

A shocking squeal escapes her mouth as you shove the tip of the bottle from her puckered hole and her expressions changing within a millisecond once you squeezed the bottle as numerous amount of lube is being distributed inside her ass, making her moan in pleasure yet she still found it rather perplexed with how the cold liquid felt inside her snug asshole.

“W-What the fuck was that? Shit—it's so cold and weird yet it felt good but, what is th—ahh!”

A moan elicits from her as betweenher ragged breaths are her hard grip from the bed sheets as the sudden spike of pleasure was way too much to handle—and at this moment, she's nowhere near evincing a faux demeanor but rather, such expressions of lust and need, and, even though you can't see it, you can feel that she's genuine on what she's feeling. With how well-lubed the insides of her ass are, you’re not going to waste any time to shove your length in it and you did just that. You struggle to insert a few inches inside considering how incredibly tight the opening of her twitching hole is. You groan in pain and pleasure as you now manage to insert half of your raging length into it and thank god, you lubed her inside well and it wasn’t a pain thrusting into her snug walls. Your thrusts are slow and leisurely pleasurable and you want to really build up the pace from time to time yet Sakura didn’t like your thought of that.

“Enough of that slow stuff. Go and pound my ass harder than what you did in my pussy!”

As much as you wanna tease her, you can't help but feel the need of her walls enveloping your thick shaft as you pound her with a relentless pace. The feeling is mutual—you want her as much as she wants you, and you can't wait to bring an onslaught of thrusts inside her gaping hole.

“Oh god—yes! Pound me just like that! Don't y-you love how my walls clench around your shaft? Like how tight I am, hm?”

“I like h-how fucking tight you are, mommy—I really do. You make me feel so good—argh!”

Even though Sakura may feel a little flummoxed on how everything unfolded so fast, she can’t help but still feel so good as every thrust you did inside her sends shivers of pleasure up in her spine. You hammer into her tight asshole without any care, with abandon as she buries her face into the sheets as the gratification is way too much yet she always liked it no matter what. You pound her ass like there’s no tomorrow, balls deep in every thrust you do as it’s so hard that the wet claps of your balls onto her glistening cunt can be heard, as well as the clashing of your bodies. You can tell how good she’s feeling right now, considering the fact that she’s sneakily fingering her cunt in tandem with every thrust you make and the sight is just arousing as fuck. The lewd scene could not be any better and even with her muffled, compressed moans (thanks to herself burying her head onto the mattress), you could tell that she’s enjoying this as much as you do.

“N-Now, Kkura, look how you’re leaking from getting your ass fucked. You’ve thought of this multiple times, don’t you? You’re done being in control right now—because I have the high ground now, do you understand?”

Only a muffled scream can be heard as you deliver hard thrusts and harsh spanks onto her pristine, bubble butt. You wanted an answer—no, you demanded an answer immediately from her. So, without a time to waste, you pull her hair as her muffled moans are now clearly audible and ask her once again.

“I said, do you understand, Kkura?”

Silence emanates yet the wet clashing of bodies ensues, reverberating around the bedroom. If she’s playing tough and stubborn, then you’ll gladly play the game she's in.

“I said, do you fucking understand me, Kkura?!?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“G-Good girl—oh fuck, Kkura! Your ass feels so good! God—I love fucking this ass, do you know that? I swear to god, if I have all the time on the world, I would literally spend hours fucking your ass.”

“Daddy—gahh! Too good! Too good! Please keep fucking me daddy—I’m going to cum so soon too!”

“Then cum for me, Kkura.”

With rough, hammering thrusts comes with a fast pace of fingering her pussy and with orgasm being chased, you wanted to help her out reach her high faster. You give her the last hammering thrusts she deserved as a blissful scream of ecstasy resonates around the room, announcing her peaked high as she squirts all over the bedsheets.

“Gosh—I—cumming, daddy! F-Fuck!!”

You didn't give her some time to recover as you resumed your frantic thrusts inside her snug hole, chasing your orgasm too as a pleading voice can be heard.

“Please c-cum, daddy. I know you're c-close too so please, j-just cum, anywhere you want…”

Even though with the fire she ignited earlier, you can't help but fulfill her desires as surprisingly, you pulled out of her tight hole, wanting to cum somewhere else that she would love.

“Get on your knees for me, Kkura. I wanna blow my load all over your pretty face.”

She obliges your command as she lewdly sticks her tongue out, anticipating your thick load that will cover the entirety of her face and with the furious strokes you're making, you can't hold on much longer as you wanted to be.

“F-Fuck, Kkura! Stick your tongue just like that! Gosh, you're so fucking hot—I'm c-cumming!!!”

A blissful, overpowering drive of lust can be felt as your reservoir breaks loose, unloading all of your semen on Sakura's enticingly seductive face as per thick shots of it, gains a hurried flinch from her by how much you're covering her. She tried to catch it all with her tongue but was deemed unsuccessful because of how much you've unloaded almost everything onto her: her face, nose, chin, lips and her forehead full of your pearly white cum.

“Fuck—it feels so warm, and so—d-delicious, daddy!”

You smiled faintly out of content yet you're still not done with her because you want to ruin her and you absolutely would.

“Do you think I'm still done with you, Kkura?”

You grip both of her arms as you face her, your lust-ignited eyes demanding an answer escaping on those lips from hers.

“N-No?”

“That's right. I'm still not done with you. Now relax yourself, alright?.”

She quickly obliges as she wails in pleasure once you've brushed the tip of your cock onto her clit, making her weak on her knees and moaning profusely.

“Daddy—ahhh! Be gentle for me, just for now—I still feel so sensitive—”

“You don't get to say what I'll do, Kkura. Also, don't fucking worry, it won't be in your pussy.”

Catching her off-guard, you quickly shoved your length into her puckered hole again as you two moaned in unison—you moaned and groaned on how tight she still is, considering how much you've opened her from your harsh poundings from earlier.

“Gosh, Kkura—you're still tight as fuck.”

“And y-you're so big inside me, daddy! Pound me again!”

You really thank Sakura for squirting earlier as her nectar helps with the lubrication—other than the lube, of course—as it drips towards her puckered hole. You didn't get her a chance to prepare herself as you started off with harsh and frantic thrusts, sending ripples down her bubble butt as you pound her with abandon. With the clashing of bodies, you can’t help but moan in ecstasy as the scene is too fucking hot and it’s not hotter as both your lips clash onto each other. You kiss her with fervor that hasn’t been seen before, devouring her like it’s your last meal and getting the awkward taste of your own seed is surprisingly making the scene hotter.

“F-Fuck, daddy. You kissed me so good and don’t you like the taste of your own cum?”

“Well, it’s a bit weird but I never thought I'd taste this sweet.”

You indulge into another blissful kiss with her, locking tongues and exchanging breaths is what made the hottest scene in the bedroom, maybe even way more scorching hot than anything you’ve done with Sakura. You pull onto her once again as you resume your frantic thrusts into her asshole, sending shivers down your spine on how well the pleasure is being delivered.

“Oh god—daddy! You fuck me so well! So so well—fuckk!!”

The same symphony of lewd moans can be heard all over again, and it’s the kind of music you want to listen to apart from their biggest hits. Maybe, in a way, you’ve helped Sakura to improve her vocals by how much you’ve made her scream, reach the highest of notes and how much she has taken you down her throat. 

As the frantic hammering ensues comes her melodic moans that ignites the lust inside you to keep going, not minding how sensitive you are as your only aim is to cream both of her holes and to watch how beautiful she can get after all of this. You slowed down your thrusts for a moment and pulled out right after, as you wanted to do something that Sakura will also love.

“Turn around for me, Kkura. I wanna pound you from behind.”

Again, she obliges immediately as she pounced on the bed with her ass up, ready for another set of harsh poundings. It’s still surprising how her legs are still functioning at this very moment but all you can say is that, you’ll pound her into oblivion to the point that she can’t walk until tomorrow and God knows where she’ll get an excuse to his manager on why she can’t be participating in further activities. Without any time to waste, you insert into her snug hole once again as you’re met with the tight hugging of her walls as you resume the onslaught of thrusts while spanking her pearly-white, bubble butt until it’s red from your handprints and your other hand pulling her hair, making a makeshift ponytail and in order to hear the plethora of moans .

“Is this what you’ve wanted a-all along, huh? To be fucked like an animal, especially in this tight ass? Don’t you f-fucking worry Kkura, you won’t gonna walk until tomorrow on how much I’m gonna pound you—oh! Use you, like a toy and you’re going to make a convincing excuse to your members and to your manager on why you suddenly can’t walk. Hah—you fucking slut—what a slut for my cock. Don’t worry, this w-will be anything you can ask for, Kkura and you’ll forever know that I’m yours and you’re all mine, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes daddy—ahhh! Please keep fucking me! I d-don’t care anymore—j-just explode in me!”

Really surprising—you whisper upon yourself as it is indeed surprising on how she can still articulate such words even though she’s being fucked like an animal—thrusts with its only aim is to rearrange her guts and ruin her, ultimately. You wished this won’t end but it soon will be, as you can feel the familiar knot in your loins, signaling your near orgasmic peak. You then give her ass the pounding it deserves as you bury the entirety of your shaft inside her asshole, filling her up to the hilt.

“I’m going to fucking c-cum, Sakura! I’m—cum—”

Your vision darkens as your tips spurt thick shots of cum inside her ass, her walls clenching hard around your shaft as the feeling of filling her ass is way too much to handle. The creampie wasn’t as good as the first one you did inside her pussy, but surely, this amount is enough for the both of you. You then lay down on the bed as the exhaustion comes in, exasperated breaths escaping your mouth as so does Sakura. You then take a look at her holes, fully creampied by you as the conglomeration of both your liquids can be seen on both snug holes. The earlier cacophony of moan, groans and screams are now filled with faint breaths as both bodies are exasperated from the earlier wild session.

“It feels—hahh… So—warm… God, y-you fucked me good and I—can’t feel my legs…”

Sakura then looks at you as you look back to her, exchanging smiles as Sakura leans closer to you, her disheveled hair all over her face but you can’t deny how beautiful she still looks even though she’s completely ruined.

“I’m—sorry about my earlier attitude… I didn’t r-really mean to sulk like that…”

You then caress her hair, fixing her messed up, cum-filled face to be in touch with her, better.

“It’s alright Kkura. I was just scared earlier and just next time, don’t be that oppressive, okay? I just talked with Chaewon and I’m pretty sorry that I didn’t really divert my attention towards you.”

“No, it’s clearly my fault. I’ll be a better girl, I swear.”, Sakura smiles in reassurance, but with a doubt that you’re still feeling that hint of disappointment so, she ensures something with you. “So, would you forgive me?”

Your eyes glistens upon the dim light as you maintain eye contact with her, uttering the next words that will sure make Sakura smile in delight.

“I do. I forgive you, Kkura…”

You then latch onto her lips one more time as all you can feel is love, and only that at this very moment.

“Wait—would you uhh… Help me clean up? I don’t think my legs are functioning right n-now.”

“Oh yeah, sure.”

You then rose up to the bed and helped Sakura by lifting her and assisting her to walk with your arm all over her shoulders.

“Well, you wanna shower with me?”

You’re just glad that you had clothes on your bag to spare for yourself—“Yeah, why not, Kkura.”

Well, this was a night to remember—and probably, good luck explaining the mess that happened in Sakura’s bedroom to the rest of the members, especially the leader, Kim Chaewon—

Kimssammu on 21:15 - “I want my turn next, anytime, Oppa… ;)”

But how did she know—

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[gamerwoo]

Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Part Eighteen)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, ex-porn star/neighbor!hyunjin, generally inexperienced and painfully shy virgin!reader, fluff, humor, mentions of porn and sex work, hyunjin is stupid in love and also has a thing for tall girls (it doesn't necessarily say reader is taller than him but he does beg her to wear heels so interpret that how you want), hyunjin is very much not straight, lots and lots of flirting and teasing, mentions of kinks and stuff but no smut happens sorry <;3 (minors dni!!!)

Word count: 6,074

Summary: You think it’s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

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He knew you’d have questions. Hyunjin expected nothing less, but you made sure to tell him you were curious but would only ask questions if he was comfortable with it. Considering you found out everything about him when he’d ended things, you never really got a chance to ask him anything. But he was 100% okay with answering any question you had, and he planned on being fully open and honest.

That first night that Hyunjin apologized, he was fully prepared to go home alone, but you told him he could stay. Even if you were mad still, you missed him. And that was where your questioning started.

“So then how did you get into porn?” was your first question, and it was the one he expected to be first.

He had gone to his apartment to change into clothes to sleep in, and the two of you were laying in your bed, inhumanly close. You missed each other and he didn’t know how to tell you that he still didn’t feel close enough even with your entire body on top of his without sounding weird.

“Changbin,” he stated simply.

“So you both got into porn when he said he was gonna do it?” you assumed.

He nodded, “I also really needed money, aaaaand I was basically going nowhere. I really liked art and I wanted to be an artist, but getting into that industry is fucking hard, so I just…went for porn. It was pretty easy for anyone to get into, anyway – at least in that area of Vegas. There were so many sleazeballs looking for amateurs.”

“So how’d it go in the beginning?”

“Honestly, shockingly well,” he scoffed. “I don’t mean to, like, sound like I’m bragging, but I kind of took off almost instantly. Directors and producers and shit were saying I just had the perfect face and a good body, and everyone wanted to have me in their videos. It was actually really overwhelming, but I needed all the money I could get so I just ran with it.”

“That actually sounds kind of terrifying,” you nodded.

“Oh, I think you would’ve gone into shock and died,” he nodded along with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him and he just grinned.

“Anyway,” you stated.

“Anyway,” he laughed.

“What about Changbin?”

“He was only a little salty that I was getting more jobs than him, but he worked his way up there. Plus, I paid most of our rent so he couldn’t complain that much.”

You suddenly realized something, letting out a gasp, “Wait, were you the mutual friend that got him and Kit together?”

“Yup.”

“What happened?!” you squealed.

“‘Kay, so as I said, I got popular fast. I caught the attention of bigger producers and directors who worked with bigger names. Big names like…”

“Kat Valentyne,” you finished, saying her name with pizazz and doing spirit fingers to really sell her porn name.

He laughed and rolled his eyes, his laugh making you shake as you laid face-down on top of him, “She’s been a big name almost since she started. Word got out to the people she went to school with that she got hot and was in porn, so it got spread around along with old photos of her, so it kinda made headlines online.

“But anyway, I got cast in a scene opposite her, and I knew–”

“Hang on a minute,” you interrupted him, and that was when he realized what he’d just given away. “So you mean to tell me that you fucked Kit?”

He was quick to point a finger at you and look you dead in the eyes, “I never had feelings for her and I still don’t. Never will.”

“No, Hyunjin–” you sighed and shook your head. “You’re telling me that you were mad that she only flirted with me and looked at me a certain way, but you already had sex with her?! That’s not even fair!”

All he did in response was roll his eyes before continuing, “Anyway, so I knew Changbin had a fat fucking crush on her since forever, so I figured I’d throw his name out there. I showed her a couple photos of him and she thought he was cute aaaaand yeah. Rest is history.”

“I still can’t believe you got mad when you had sex with Kit…” you mumbled.

“Are you even upset that I had sex with her or just that I got jealous over her?”

“I know it was your job,” you scoffed, waving away his concern. “I trust you. I mean, she’s also dating your best friend.”

“I also just don’t want to date her,” he added.

“But how come you get to fuck her, but god forbid she look at me the wrong way?” you huffed.

“I think it’s suddenly bedtime,” he told you before he pulled the covers up over your head, and then rolled over on top of you.

“Hwang Hyunjin!” you squealed between laughs.

“Can’t hear you, goodnight!”

-

Hyunjin wanted to do the proper thing: take you on a fancy date. And what better way to do that than using your ex-boss’ certificate to go to that fancy restaurant? It seemed like a very fitting way to celebrate the two of you making up.

Unfortunately, the only fancy thing you owned was your old prom dresses, so that meant shopping.

As far as you could tell, Hyunjin would be an expert at fancy. While you mostly ever saw him in t-shirts and sweatshirts – you had still seen him in other clothes like jeans, button-ups, and such – they were always expensive. So he must’ve owned fancy clothing, right? He must’ve known what rich people considered acceptable since clearly the dude was loaded.

You were pretty sure you’d never seen someone look so goddamn good in just some black jeans and a baggy button-up shirt with one half tucked in, but Hyunjin was just another level. You were wondering if he was even human, actually. Maybe he was actually an android or something.

“You’re staring,” he noted as you watched him brush through his dark hair before leaving the apartment.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

He just laughed, eyes turning into crescent moons.

You missed his smile.

While you were browsing through clothes at a store you felt far too out of place in, Hyunjin mentioned, “Pick out whatever you like. I’ll cover it.”

“Um, no?” you turned around to tell him. “You’re already paying for my apartment – which, by the way, still stop.”

“I can afford it, don’t worry about it,” he promised, waving the worry away.

Which then sparked more questions about him.

“Did you just make a ton of money back then?” you wondered.

He shrugged, “More than most. I did save most of it, but– …Actually, we’ll talk more in the car. I gotta take you somewhere for you to get it.”

“Get what?”

“It.”

You made a face at him and rolled your eyes before going back to looking at dresses, “So, uh…what’s considered…fancy?”

“Do you want form fitting or more flowy?” he asked as he started perusing the racks as well.

“Do you also want to pay for my shapewear?” you asked sarcastically.

He shrugged, “If you think you need it, I’ll buy whatever you want.”

You frowned, obviously not happy with his answer. But again, he grinned back at you.

-

Dress and shoes acquired, you were back in Hyunjin’s car, driving to an unknown location. All he’d said was, “I’m gonna show you something.”

You didn’t plan on getting shoes, but Hyunjin was quick to ask after picking out a dress if you had any shoes for the occasion. You’d said something about wanting to find just a cute pair of flats, but Hyunjin turned to face you with wide eyes.

“Please wear heels,” he begged, clinging onto your arms for dear life.

“I never wear heels,” you told him. “I’ll be too tall.”

“No you won’t,” he stated very seriously. “Wear. Heels.”

You did end up getting a pair of heels that you were totally not persuaded to get due to the fact you were very positive that Hyunjin found it hot when you were taller. As if he wouldn’t have bought them for you anyway because he liked how you looked in them. If the way he eyed you up and down and almost drooled on the marbled floor was any indication.

“Soooo,” Hyunjin began, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, “have you ever noticed anything in my apartment?”

“Are we talking about the mirrors?” you asked.

“You need to get past the mirrors, baby.”

“So that’s a no. What was I supposed to notice?”

He chuckled, “Maybe something on the walls…?”

“Art!” you gasped, recalling the times you’d been over and noticed that large canvases were always evenly spaced across the walls of the hallway, and a few were put in his living room and his kitchen.

He nodded, “Very good. What about the art?”

“It’s…there!” you pointed out, much less enthusiastically. “It’s on the walls!”

Thank god he was stopped at a stop sign because he looked at you with an unamused look for a painfully long time.

“Hyunjin, when have I ever had time to sit in your apartment and look at the art?” you asked him, trying to prove a point. “We were usually in your bedroom, and even when we were on the couch, we were cuddling and watching something or laying down and watching something, or we weren’t even watching anything because we were doing other things!”

He scoffed with a wide smile and asked, “You can’t even say making out? You have to say ‘other things’?”

“What about the art, Hyunjin?” you asked sharply, wanting him to move on from the route he was about to take.

After a bit of laughing, Hyunjin replied, “Most of the art has the same signature.”

“That’s so interesting,” you deadpanned, still not getting it.

You also weren’t paying attention to where he was driving, but he finally pulled into a lot outside of what looked like another apartment building. He put the car in park and pulled out the key before he looked at you again. Again, he was unamused.

He eyed you up and down before noting, “You’ve gotten more sassy, huh?”

“I’m not trying to be, I just don’t understand!”

“Come on, babydoll,” he patted your thigh before he got out of the car. “I’ll show you.”

He took you into the building and into an elevator. You noted that he stuck a silver key from his keyring into a keyhole in the elevator, turned it, and pressed the button for the top floor. You and Hyunjin waited side-by-side at the back of the elevator. He was on his phone while you were watching the numbers on the LED screen above the doors.

“Have you talked to Kit or Changbin?” you asked him.

“They know everything,” he nodded, still not looking up from his phone. He assumed you were asking because you wanted to know if they were caught up. “I told them after you fell asleep last night.”

“After I was suffocated,” you corrected.

“Don’t be dramatic,” he scoffed, finally looking at you to smirk.

“Oh, says you of all people.”

“Touché.”

Finally, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. The top floor seemed to be a penthouse, but it was all open space with large windows all on the back wall. The rest of the walls were exposed brick and covered in half-finished and fully-finished paintings. Scattered around the space were easels that either held canvases, white stained drapes, or nothing at all. There were a handful of stools around the area, and lots of art supplies. There were two large desks on either side of the room, with more art supplies and sketchbooks and canvases.

“Since we’re being completely open and honest now,” Hyunjin smiled at you, gesturing with an arm to the space while he guided you in with the other around your waist, “welcome to my studio. This is how I’ve made so much money.”

You looked at him, eyes bugging out of your head, “What, you’re some huge artist?”

He pointed at a painting that seemed to be finished, leaning up against the wall as it stood on the floor.

“There’s the signature. On most of the ones at home.”

You walked over and bent down to get a closer look. It looked mostly like a bunch of scribbles, but you could make out a large S and a large H.

“No offense, but what does it say?” you ask. “There’s no S in your name.”

“Sam Hyun,” he replied. “When I lived in Vegas, I went by Sam Hwang, and my name is Hyunjin. I combined the two.”

You turned around to face him again, head tilting slightly to one side as you studied him, “You actually do look like a Sam…”

He shrugged, “Thanks, I think.”

“It’s a good thing. Sam’s not an ugly name, y’know? You could’ve been something ugly like…Frank. Or you could’ve been a Kyle.”

He gave you a strangle look as he chuckled, “What’s wrong with Kyle? It’s a common name, no?”

“Kyle itself is a red flag,” you stated knowingly.

“Would you still love me if my name was Bartholomew?” he asked suddenly with a giggle.

“Fuck no,” you replied immediately.

“Just take a fucking guess what Changbin almost made his stage name.”

You gasped, “You’re kidding.”

“He’s so fucking lucky we went back to Vegas for our first auditions because he met one of my old buddies names Xavior and thought his name sounded cool, so he used that as his stage name instead. But he was dead set on Batholomew.”

“Why?” you asked with a disgusted face.

“His mind works in mysterious ways,” he shrugged.

“So…Kat Valentyne and Xavior…something?” you asked.

“Xavior Chang,” he scoffed. “He couldn’t come up with a second name but he didn’t want to copy me and use just one – even though I told him I didn’t think he was copying me, but whatever. But honestly, after the movie with him and Kit, she kept slipping up and calling him Binnie so now that’s basically all he’s known as now.”

You nodded slowly as you started to look around the large space. Hyunjin just stood and watched you, hands in his pockets.

“So…how did you come up with Sam Hyun?” you wondered. “Why not just use your name?”

“Because I was in porn and I was afraid of ever being connected back to it,” he explained. “Anyone could google my stage name and find out my real one. With being an artist, I wanted absolutely everything to be separated from what I was doing during the day. Nobody had a face to the art, either. Sam Hyun is untraceable. As far as anyone knows, Sam Hyun is my real name. Separate from Hwang Hyunjin, and therefore, separate from Jin.”

“So…you’re like Banksy.”

“Yeah, like Banksy.”

“So how’d it happen, then? The switch between porn and art?”

“I was doing art at the same time, but more as a hobby. I kind of gave up when it never took off. But one day, out of nowhere, I got really lucky. Something I made got noticed at a show by some big name and they offered a lot more than it should’ve been worth, honestly,” he laughed like he still couldn’t believe it. “That just kinda…put my name on the map, I guess. And once I had that break, I left the industry and focused full-time on this.”

A small smile broke on your face as you looked at him, “That’s kinda sweet. You get to do the thing you actually love.”

He nodded, “I got very lucky. Still am very lucky.” he added the last part with a warm, happy half-smile at you, just looking at you with the most lovesick expression anyone had ever seen.

You started looking around again, wandering between easels and canvases, looking around at everything Hyunjin had made. You never knew he could draw, but fuck, was he talented. It was mostly people and a handful of scenery pieces thrown in there, but everything you saw was so insanely good. 

You hadn’t noticed Hyunjin had wandered over behind you as you studied a seemingly random couple he’d drawn, their bodies filled in with a watercolor sunset, until he softly asked, “Do you wanna see something?”

You looked at him to silently say you were paying attention to whatever he wanted to show you, and he guided you over to an easel that was covered by a white drape. It was obvious that there was a large canvas underneath, but you weren’t going to uncover anything that was covered. That would be rude.

Hyunjin reached up to gently pull the sheet off so as to not knock over the painting. Your mouth fell open as your eyes widened in awe, seeing the portrait of you and Hyunjin. It was done in the same exact style as the piece you were just looking at – just the messy-on-purpose black outline from the shoulders up, and being filled in with warm tones that blended together – but this was very clearly supposed to be you and Hyunjin staring deeply at each other. Your lips were only inches apart as one of his hands cupped your cheek, looking at you with his signature smirk, but even in a picture, he was able to capture the way he looked at you like you were the entire universe. And you looked back at him in a way that very much mimicked how you looked at the piece: in pure awe. Your eyes were wide and your lips were parted, your hand holding lightly onto his arm just a couple inches down from his wrist. The colors used to fill in your bodies were similar to the first painting but the reds, yellows, and oranges were put in different spots. It was somehow more pleasing, but maybe you were being biased.

“The one you were just looking at was based off of this,” Hyunjin explained to you softly. “I made this one a while ago, but when things got…really shitty between us, I tried to replicate it to sell it. As you could probably tell, I gave up. Wasn’t as good as the original.”

“Holy shit, Hyunjin,” you breathed, unable to take your eyes off of it.

“If you think this is insane, you should see my most recent sketchbook,” he chuckled. “You’d probably think I’m a psycho.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized what he’d said before, looking back at him, “Were you going to sell this?”

He scoffed, “Absolutely not. I was gonna keep it, but I like the style of it and thought it would sell well. But this is priceless – even if it’s half a self portrait.”

You frowned at him and lightly whacked him in the stomach, making him laugh, “You’re literally a God, you freak.”

“Yeah, well,” he sighed as he draped an arm casually around your shoulder, “you really are your own biggest critic. Drawing myself took the longest fucking time.”

“You definitely look at me like that,” you promised, pointing at him on the portrait. “And I definitely look lost all the time like that.”

“You’re not lost,” he scoffed again, rolling his eyes. “I’m literally right there.”

You started laughing, “That was stupid cheesy.”

“The cheese gets worse, don’t worry,” he promised with a smirk as he started to lead you over to one of the tables. He brought you to a closed sketchbook that looked much less beat-up than the other ones. “This is my newer sketchbook. I got it a little bit before I met you, actually.”

He gently pushed you forward to stand at the table and open it. You flipped it open and started going through it slowly, seeing him use different mediums to make different things. It was mostly people – people you’d never seen before, but a couple that you’d seen at The Brooke. But after about 5 pages, you flipped the next page to see you, holding a moving box. It was a charcoal sketch from your thighs up, and it was only somewhat shaded. But it was very clearly you, laughing as you carried the cardboard box.

The next page was you again, but from the side, and only from your shoulders up. Your expression was neutral and you seemed to be looking at something. The next page was, again, you, smiling with your eyes closed. The next page was you, and the next, and the next, and the next.

“I like to draw people that I see,” he explained. “Clearly, I saw you once and couldn’t get you out of my head. I’ve drawn you a lot since I’ve met you.”

You kept flipping, and every single page was you. But then you got to the last few sketches in the book, and you only looked sad. You looked disheveled or upset. There was even one of you with tears on your cheeks with your eyes casted down.

“I kinda never stopped drawing you,” he admitted quietly. “Even when I was mad at you, I still thought about you all the time.”

There were a couple drawings of you scattered in the sad ones where you looked happy again, and it tugged at your heart. Even when you were both upset, Hyunjin seemed to still think of you when you were happy, like he wanted to see it again.

The last 10 pages or so were still blank, so you closed the sketchbook again and turned to face Hyunjin, cheeks feeling hot from seeing how often he drew you. He could tell you were flustered and grinned widely at you.

“I’m pretty cute, huh?” he asked with a modest shrug.

“How come I never knew you could draw?” you asked him, poking his chest with your finger.

“Changbin and Kit have seen me doodle on stuff here and there, but they don’t know about all this,” he explained. “This is top secret. Nobody knows about it because I don’t want there being any possible ties between Sam Hyun and Jin, y’know? They’re both me, but nobody else knows they are. I want to make sure it stays that way. But since we’re working on honesty, I figured you’d be a good first person to tell.”

You nodded, “I won’t say a word.”

“I’ll make sure you don’t,” he promised with a mischievous grin before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

-

You’d never seen Hyunjin dress up before, but boy did he dress up. There was a lot of black, but a lot of chains and silver and mesh. Everything just looked expensive and extravagant, and despite having Hyunjin help you pick out what to wear earlier that day, you somehow felt severely underdressed beside him.

Despite that, the way Hyunjin looked at you made you feel like the best looking person at the restaurant. When you first got dressed and you were doing your makeup in his bathroom, he was sitting on the counter by where your makeup was spread out, going between looking at his phone and glancing up at you with a soft smile.

But when you put on the heels, he was gone. His eyes only left you so he could drive, but he kept stealing glances. He looked at you probably the way you looked at him. Like you were God and had descended down in front of him. You weren’t even sure if you’d make it to the restaurant because you were almost positive there were a couple times he almost passed out.

“You’re oddly quiet now,” Hyunjin mused as he looked over the menu with you – he had to help you with some things because you’d never had a lot of the food they offered. It was all fancy stuff with big words.

You glanced away from the words that didn’t even seem like real words to look at him, “What do you mean?”

“You’ve rambled off so many questions today and now you’re dead silent,” he chuckled. “Feeling okay?”

You felt your cheeks warm a bit as you mumbled, “I’m not gonna ask those questions out in public, Hyunjin.”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Oh, as if anyone is listening to us. They’re all talking about business and nannies and vacations and shit that’s important to rich people. Dates are meant for talking to get to know each other. You should feel comfortable asking me anything.”

You knew he was right about dates being made for getting to know each other, but you still felt nervous to ask questions about sex and porn where people might hear it. What if some rich person overheard and thought you were weird and got you kicked out?

It took a couple minutes of silent internal encouragement, but you finally asked in almost a whisper, “What…kind did you do…?”

His laugh was louder than your words but nobody seemed to notice, “Both. Gay and straight. Does that bother you?”

You shrugged like he told you it was a little cloudy outside, “Not really. I mean, unless you prefer guys, in which case, that would make me kinda insecure probably.”

“My preference is you, dummy,” he told you with a playful smile.

“I meant…sex-wise,” your voice got quieter on the last word, which made Hyunjin laugh again.

“No preference there.”

“Okay, maybe this is a dumb question–”

“No dumb questions.”

“Sure. How did you, like…not fall in love with every single person? I get it’s mostly acting and stuff but that’s some serious acting. I would be convinced everyone actually loved me and cared about me and would catch feelings everyday.”

“I learned how to separate my feelings from my work,” he explained. “To me, sex was just sex, and my feelings were basically shut off when I was doing it. But that was only when I was working. It’s different with you.”

“We’ve never…done that,” you reminded him.

“I mean with everything else. We’ve done other stuff. Unless you forgot about that when we were mad at each other,” he smirked.

“Trust me, Hyun, I remember,” you promised.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his smirk growing and making you feel things you did not want to feel in the middle of a restaurant full of a bunch of important and rich people. “Because I don’t mind jogging your memory.”

-

Despite the first conversation at the restaurant, the rest of the date was the most romantic experience you’d ever had. You were starting to learn that despite Hyunjin’s line of work and claiming he could turn off his feelings, he was a true hopeless romantic – not that you didn’t know before, but now it was painfully obvious. He ordered for you, held open doors for you, and asked a lot of questions about you. The two of you had already caught up on new happenings since you last spoke, but now Hyunjin was asking you questions about your future. What field were you going to look for a job in? Have you considered going to school for something? How did you get into nannying in the first place? Did that mean you wanted kids?

You learned more about him, other than just his previous job. You learned more about his friendship with Changbin, his life in Las Vegas, and everything outside and in between. How he got out of the industry and how he found himself living at The Brooke and befriending the two bellhops who worked the night shift. More about his early life pre-porn and even some stories from his life while he was in that industry, but about stuff that was separate from it.

You felt like the whole time, his eyes never left yours. You weren’t even sure if he ever looked down while eating his food to see what he was picking up with his utensils, but his plate was cleared by the end of the date. 

To be fair, you weren’t sure of many things because Hyunjin kept refilling your wine glass whenever it was empty. He got some fancy bottle brought to the table in an ice bucket and while it was meant to share, you weren’t sure if he had any of it or if you’d drank the whole thing. You saw him with a glass but then you were too lost in his eyes to notice much else. When his stare got too much and you felt nervous like you had to look away, you looked down at your own food instead of focusing on whatever he was doing.

Back in the car, Hyunjin drove with a hand on your thigh and the other on the wheel. Despite your tipsy state and him teasing you about forgetting the things you’d done together, he was being a complete gentleman. The most he’d done was just then as his warm palm rested on the exposed skin of your leg. 

“I have a follow-up question,” you announced suddenly between Hyunjin humming along with the music.

“Yes, angel?”

“Can you elaborate on the ‘sex without feelings’ thing?” you asked.

He chuckled and glanced at you, “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Just now. Just going over stuff in my head, y’know?”

“How much wine have you had, my love?” he continued to laugh.

“Whatever you didn’t drink, I did,” you stated surely.

After his laughter had died down, though, he replied, “The people I worked with, I never had romantic feelings for. When I was starting out, it happened a couple times until I learned. I had a couple…situationships, I suppose during my time in the industry, and I didn’t try to disassociate from my feelings because obviously they were supposed to be relationships. But with them, it always felt like they were trying so hard to make it like a scene that I just auto-blocked it all out anyway. It kinda sucked.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over at Hyunjin, “That doesn’t happen now, right?”

“Absolutely not, angel,” he looked back at you with a soft smile before looking back at the road. “With you, everything is so much better than any sex I’ve ever had. Feelings really do make it. I actually get turned on and everything feels more intense. It just feels… I don’t know how to explain it other than everything is better because there’s feelings. I can’t not feel things for you, _____.”

“Awww,” you giggled as your cheeks began to warm. “Shut the fuck up, you’re too cute.”

“Not to say,” he quickly added, “if you did want to do anything a little…raunchier in the future, that I would hate it. I think in that case, it would be okay because the feelings are still there. It was just with those people, they made it seem like they only saw me as Jin and not Hyunjin, if that makes sense.”

You nodded, “No, I get that. That does make me feel better, though."

 The two of you fell into a comfortable silence for another moment until you thought of another question, shyly asking, "So, um…what’re you…into…?”

You could see the smirk growing on his face as the streetlamps flooded through the windshield as he drove, “I’ll do just about anything if that’s what you’re asking.”

“But what are you personally into?” you pressed curiously, though you were sure Hyunjin would be able to tell how flustered you were. “Like, if you didn’t have to worry about your partner.”

“Hair pulling,” was his immediate response. “I love having my hair pulled.”

You eyed his hair as it currently was. He kept it on the long-ish side and it was almost always half-up. Even in the one video of his you saw, his hair was at his shoulders.

“Yeah, that math adds up,” you nodded. “I think you like dirty talking, too.”

He let out a laugh as he glanced between you and the road, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You were smiling, too, because of his laugh as you replied, “You would always talk a lot to me. You’re just really vocal.”

“You react well when I do talk to you,” he pointed out before he leaned over toward you, his lips almost brushing your ear. “You like the dirty talk, _____.”

A shiver went down your spine as he pulled away, and you were pretty sure Hyunjin noticed from the way his smirk widened and his chest quickly rose and fell like he scoffed. But he didn’t say anything about it, and you were too shy to confirm or deny. So he went back to quietly humming along to his music.

-

Both Felix and Jeongin were behind the counter when you and Hyunjin returned back to The Brooke. When you left that evening, it was only Jeongin who was punching in for work and making a comment about how dolled up the two of you were. When you came strolling into the empty lobby with your hands intertwined, Felix’s jaw was just about on the floor as Jeongin started smirking.

“Nice to see the two of you still look presentable,” the younger boy noted. “I thought for sure Hyunjin was gonna pounce at some point.”

“I don’t blame him,” Felix choked out a laugh as he started to regain his composure. “Either of you. You both look incredible.”

Your face had already been warm from the wine and Hyunjin’s compliments, but Felix made it feel hotter, “Thanks.”

“What’s the occasion?” he wondered.

“Make up date,” Hyunjin stated, stopping at the front desk to chat with them. “We went somewhere nice for free, thanks to _____’s asshole ex-bosses.”

Jeongin nodded, “You love to see it.”

“Now,” Hyunjin released your hand to place his hands on your shoulders, “I need to get this one to bed since she drank almost an entire bottle of wine by herself.”

“You kept pouring!” you insisted.

“But you kept drinking,” he countered with a playful grin.

“You can’t start gaslighting her when you just got back together,” Jeongin told him with a sigh and a shake of his head.

“But it’s official now,” Hyunjin pointed out with a wide grin that made his eyes crinkle.

Felix nodded in understanding, “Oh, then it’s totally okay now.”

“See ya later, guys!” he chirped as he turned you and started leading you toward the elevators.

“Don’t be too loud, please!” Jeongin laughed after the two of you. “I don’t feel like getting a ton of noise complaints tonight!”

That’s where your mind was, actually. Hyunjin had done this big gesture for you. He made an entire day out of it, too. He brought you to his gallery and showed you all of the art he made, and half of it was of you. He brought you shopping and got you expensive clothes and accessories for the fancy date he brought you on. This all must’ve been leading up to him taking your virginity now, right? Hyunjin definitely seemed like the type of person who wanted to make that something big and romantic and special. You half expected to go into his apartment and see rose petals leading to his bed.

Even if it wasn’t that far, he’d probably want to do something, right?

But instead, he stopped with you outside your apartment. You looked up at him in confusion, “Are we staying at my place?”

“You are,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“_____, it’s our first date,” he explained, still laughing softly at your confusion. “I’m doing things traditionally. It seems right. So you sleep here, I sleep over there, and I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

You pouted but mumbled an, “Okay…”

Did you feel disappointed? Kind of. But did you also feel relieved? A little bit. You were pretty sure you were wearing some ugly cotton thong you’d gotten at the department store, anyway.

Hyunjin kissed your pouting lips, which brought a small smile to your face as he beamed back at you, “Goodnight, _____.”

“Goodnight, Hyunjin,” you replied before turning to unlock your door.

And once you were inside, you had to call your friends to tell them everything.

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Aaaaand Knockout!! I spent a little bit longer on this one and I think it paid off. :D

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‘Because I Care’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female aviator reader- callsign ‘RedHood’

Best friend to lovers

Warnings: mentions of a fight, angst, Jake not knowing how to express his feelings and neither does reader. Fluff in the end and kinda cute. Enjoy!!

Summary: While attending an after party from a Naval Awards Ceremony, RedHood went on her own after Jake picked a random girl to be his date. But Jake only did this to hide his strong feelings for RedHood, but what will happen when he catches someone laying their hands on her?

RedHood, who was known as ‘Red’ to most, stood in between Coyote and Rooster as Coyote tried to get some embarrassing story out of her,

“No no Red! Tell him ‘how’ you got your callsign RedHood! Let me tell you guys, it’s hilarious-“

 “Oh shut it Coyote, maybe we should tell them yours-“

 Rooster laughed out loud,

 “Oh don’t worry Red, I already know that one, and I was actually there too. When we graduated at the academy and Javy chased a coyote’s ass in the parking lot after he stole Javy’s certificate!!”

 Red wheezed out a laughter as she punched Coyote’s arm hard,

 “Dumbass you told me a whole other story!-“

 Javy stopped her hand from giving him another punch as he confessed,

  “I know but I was just trying to impress you!!”

 She let herself go from his grip as she smirked,

  “Oh really? Ok ok... I see now.”

Phoenix came along and welcomed everyone with her beautiful smile and shining brown eyes,

 “Hey fellas! What’s the laughter all about? Oh and I already got a table just for us.”

  Red was the first to embrace Phoenix with a kiss on the cheek as she beamed,

 “Oh thank you honey! Aaaaand, we were just talking about how-“

 Rooster helped Coyote escape the embarrassment of having his callsign story told again as he insisted,

 “How Red has never told another soul besides me and Hangman about how she got her callsign!”

 Before Red could try and change the subject or even play it off with an offer for drinks, Phoenix squealed as she tugged in Red’s arm,

 “OMG I NEED TO KNOW!! Such a strong callsign must have quite the backstory!”

 Red huffed out a little fake laugh as she glared at Rooster,

  “Oh.. ha ha.. yeah I’m sure it does.”

Rooster’s face went pale at Red’s angry darts of glares, but he was quick to forget when Little Bob joined the group with a tray of fresh cut fruits that he had picked out from the fruit bar (being the quiet and observant one of the group paid off every time, he got to know all of them pretty well. And he liked it, especially when he got to see their genuine happy smiles when they saw their favorite fruits picked out and put on a tray for them.)

 “Oh Bobby, did you pick out those strawberry’s for me?”

That was Red who was once again running from the fact that everyone was still trying to get the embarrassing story out of her lips. But she felt that gawking over Bob for him getting them fruit would distract them for a minute. And it kinda worked when the all saw their favorite fruits. Phoenix sauntered towards Bob and picked the biggest cantaloupe as she pinched his cheek lovingly with her free hand,

  “Aw Bob, that’s why I love you as my WSO.. you know my favorite fruit is cantaloupe, unlike Rooster who I’ve dated for three months thinks it bananas.”

 Rooster scoffed while grabbing a handful of green grapes and popping one in Bob’s mouth as his way of thank you.

  “Oh baby don’t snitch me out like that, I thought you said bananas over the phone-“

 Red and Coyote snickered behind Rooster and Phoenix who argued like an old married couple. And Phoenix went on as she questioned with a hand on her hip,

 “And how does banana sound like cantaloupe? But it does if your not paying attention to me while messing around with Hangman at the grocery store while I’m at home with cramps!”

 Rooster looked at Red and Coyote for help and to be one his side, but his so ‘helpful’ friends just shrugged with a shit-eating grin, and Red only made it worse as she batted her lashes at Phoenix,

 “Baby Nix, there’s no excuse, bananas and cantaloupes sound nothing alike. Bad Rooster.”

 Rooster frowned at Red as he stole a strawberry from her hand ignoring her gasp like a child as he complained,

 “You say ‘Bad Rooster’ like if I’m a dog. Where’s Hangman anyway? I’m sick you you kids bullying me.”

 Maverick’s voice swam into the conversation smoothly as he stepped into their little huddle,

  “He just got here, looks like he’s got a date too, so be nice to her please.”

 Fanboy walked next to Maverick joining in as he added with a big smile,

  “Oh yeah, and she’s hot- ow!”

 That was Payback who elbowed Fanboy’s ribs as he called to them,

  “Anyways... Come on guys, there seating us now to start the dinner.”

 Everyone began to walk away, except for Red who was like on pause, frozen completely. She didn’t think seeing her best friend, the one and only sunshine of Texas, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, with someone else would trigger her today, but it did. They’ve been friends all their life, from the beginning of joining the academy to now, which was more than five years, now that they worked together and their profession was being in Top Gun. Jake dating other girls had never effected her before, she knew from heart and knowing him for so long, that he was definitely a ladies man, but she had been daydreaming for a while now, hoping that he would ask her to be one another’s date for the after party, but clearly he didn’t. 

 Maverick was who touched her shoulder softly, tugging her out of her headspace with a sweet tone,

  “Sweetheart, are you ok?”

Red looked his way, not responding, before looking back at where Jake was, with his date. Maverick didn’t need to know more or told anything, he knew exactly what was going on, and he felt bad, because he knew both their secrets. Jake and Red were secretly in love, but were too scared to confess it to one another. Maverick only sighed lowly, as he said simply while grabbing Red’s hand gently, tugging her towards the table,

  “I know how you feel, I was just like you at one point.”

 Red thought about his words for a second before asking with curiosity,

  “With Iceman?”

Maverick sent her a small smile,

 “Yup, but it all ended when I told him how I felt-“

 “But Jake won’t take me. At least I doubt he would.”

Maverick shook his head, happy to know he was right on track with the conversation,

 “You’ll never know until you ask, or talk about it... now come on, let’s enjoy this evening, yes?”

 Upon arriving at the dinner where everyone sat, Red gave Maverick a small kiss on the cheek,

 “Thanks MavDad.”

 “No problem kiddo.”

The first to hear Red’s voice speaking to Maverick was Jake, who stood up immediately, kinda forgetting about who he came with, as he happily jogged up to Red with his arms wide open, taking Red in for a tight hug. When he let her go he looked her over once as he smiled,

 “My my Red!! Well you look very beautiful tonight.”

 Red tried not to blush, because she was a sucker for his sweet words, and also because his hot date was there, and she didn’t want to cause problems over her going head over heels for his charm, so she subtly thanked him,

 “Why thank you Hangman, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

 With a cheeky grin Hangman replied,

 “That’s cause I’m good, too good to be true-“

 Rooster came between the two as he put an arm protectively over Red’s shoulders saying,

 “Shut the hell up Hangman the only good ones here is Phoenix and Red-“

Hangman grabbed Red’s arm trying to pull her away from Rooster’s hold as he scolded playfully,

 “Hey chicken nugget don’t interrupt me-“

And in that second a loud noise was made, as someone cleared their throat, trying to grasp attention onto themselves, Jake’s date. Jake turned around to see her, but it was like his mind didn’t register what she wanted, cause his head was so full of Red in that moment. But that caused him to get elbowed on the side by Red as she said in a tone a little to high and pitchier than normal, trying to include the girl as if she knew her, and liked her,

 “Oh Hangman! This must be the girl you were telling me about, ain’t she pretty!?”

Jake’s date sent Red a proud smirk before extending her hand to Red while sitting down,

  “I’m Gabriella, you must be Jake’s wingwoman?”

 Red ignored the fact of how unclassy Gabriella was by shaking hands with her while sitting, but she ignored that as she replied kindly,

 “Yes I am. And I’m Y/n Y/l/n, callsign RedHood, but you can call me Red.”

 Gabriella raised a brow as if she was displeased, or like if Red wasn’t good enough for her, thinking she was higher and better than her as she put forth with a prideful tone,

  “Oh, ok. I’m a assistant for the mayor here, a pretty good and high paying job honestly.”

 Jake didn’t like how Gabriella spoke, but he loved how Red responded, not caring about how people sometimes undermind her,

  “Oh how wonderful! Filing papers all day and writing down schedules for a grown man seems to suit you well, how nice.”

 Phoenix let out a low snort and Fanboy tsked, Red simply sent Gabriella a cute smile before taking her seat that was in between Maverick and Rooster, her best bodyguards. Gabriella only mad-dogged Red before speaking in a baby voice to Jake, trying to appear supposedly cute and sweet wanting all of Jake’s attention, while unbeknownst to her, she was just annoying the hell out of the whole dagger squad. Good thing was, that Coyote and Rooster who were the loudest, spoke over Gabriella’s squeaky voice as they told bad jokes and old stories. Red glanced at Jake a few times to only find him already staring back at her, with pleading eyes that only begged for help, as Gabriella clung onto his arm like a koala, talking his ears out. Red felt bad for him, but couldn’t help him, she tried to convince herself that it was his fault, for bringing her. She instead entertained herself with Phoenix, Bob, and Maverick who all together silently tried to get Red’s mind and eyes off of Jake, only for the sake of not causing problems between the two with Gabriella. All in between the situation, they happily enjoyed their dinner and dessert, and now everyone here and there departed to go to the bar they had, to drink their meals and night away. Red was one of them, as she addressed to the rest, 

  “I’m going to grab a drink at the bar.”

Everyone smiled at Red sweetly, except Gabriella who mocked,

  “So early at night? You must be the drunky of the squad huh?”

 Maverick under the table tugged at Red’s white pants, trying to signal for her to be nice, and the better person, because he saw her fists clench at Gabriella’s words. The table then grew quiet, not knowing what to say, worried they might make it worse, but a calm, Texan voice broke through as he said to Gabriella and the rest,

  “Red got the drinking from me, huh Red? Here’s my card, get one for yourself.”

Gabriella just about shit her pants at Jake’s words, and grew pissed when he saw him pull out his card for Red to take.

  Red bit back her original comment that was geared towards Gabriella at first, but when Jake spoke, she changed her words and  instead replied while taking his card,

  “Thanks Jake.”

Jake sent Red a small nod as he mouthed to her,

 ‘I’m sorry’ 

Red read Jake’s lips and sent him a wink, showing him that it didn’t matter to her, or at least lying to him to comfort herself and him. Red adjusted her dress whites and hat before walking away, to which Phoenix followed behind closely as she informed,

 “I’ll come with you Red, come on sweetie.”

Phoenix wrapped her arm with Red’s as they walked to the bar, and when they got there Red spoke loud and clear to the bartender as she asked politely,

  “I’ll like two Old Fashions please.”

The bartender nodded his head as he replied nicely,

 “That’ll be right up ma’am, anything else?”

  Red shook her head,

  “That’ll be all, thank you.”

 Soon they got their drinks, and sat on the stools turned around to face the crowd who looked happy and peaceful at their own tables. Red thought her night was going to be calm, maybe even a little drunk too, but she unfortunately only got to complete one of those things. Already have downed more than one tequila, and a few more Old Fashions, Red was kinda tipsy, but more alert than usual, which was why she went on guard immediately, when she heard Phoenix’s pleading, 

  “Can I have my Dixie Hat back please?”

 Red faced Phoenix as she saw her extending her hand high up towards a man that stood in front of her, wearing an ugly smirk as he taunted,

  “Only if I can get your number I said. So what’s it going to be?”

 Red could see the frustration on Phoenix’s face, she stood up for her as she boldly said,

  “It’s going to be nothing, now give it back.”

The guy only liked down at Red as he teased,

  “Oh there’s two of you, that means I-“

He then reached for Red’s Dixie cap but before he could even get close she smacked his hand away as she warned him,

  “Don’t touch me or anything that’s on me, now give me her hat back.”

He grew a little upset at the fact of how Red smacked his hand, and even more when she showed him that she wasn’t interested in his games, which in fact she really wasn’t, she was actually getting very irritated and almost mad. Mad how this guy thought he could mess with her best friend Phoenix. Jake watched from the distance, because he couldn’t move from where he sat, as Gabriella held onto him and kept him in place. And Jake didn’t want to be rude and mean, walking from Gabriella to be at the bar with Red. But if it was any other time, he would’ve been there right at her side, like he always did. But when he saw the commotion rise, he got Rooster’s attention, who was facing away from the bar. 

  “Hey Roos, can you check on the girls, they’ve been gone for a while, I know they wanted to have their own time-“

 Hangman didn’t even have to finish when Rooster turned around to look for the girls, and saw Red standing with her chest puffed up against a guy who was trying to get to his baby Phoenix, you bet he got up fast,

 “I got it.”

Jake was about to follow when he felt a strong grasp on his though that kept him seated, he turned towards Gabriella as she told him with batting eyelashes,

“Don’t worry about them, you worry too much. Just stay here with me, they’re fine-“

 “I just want to check on them-“

 “You don’t need to.”

Jake looked down at her hand on his thigh and gave up on himself, thinking that ‘ok, maybe she’s right’

 Before Rooster could get there, Red told the guy one more time,

  “Stop being a jerk, and give the hat back.”

 The guy’s eyes darkened and finally lowered the hat as he asked,

 “Do you really want it back?”

 Phoenix saw Rooster coming and sighed as she tugged on Red’s jacket,

 “Rooster’s coming Red let him deal with him-“

 Red don’t hear her as she said at the same time,

 “I want it back now.”

“Then have it you little bitch.”

Red expected the guy to hand it to her, but he instead punch her in the stomach with it. Now that Jake clearly saw, and that was what set Jake off as he seethed standing up,

  “Son of a bitch!-“

Gabriella tried to grab him but he pushed her hand away, she gave him a look of hurt as she complained,

 “Jake it’s not your fight!”

But Jake didn’t care to hear her as he began to walk away, with Coyote and Payback trailing behind him. Red had hunched over clutching her stomach as she let out a groan, the guy didn’t give a damn about what pain he caused as he laughed at Phoenix and Red,

  “You made it hard on yourself, I wanted it to be easy-“

 BAM!!!

 A loud, crushing punch was landed on the guy’s jaw by Jake, who had ran to the scene, to get his share of pain on the jerk. 

Rooster had pulled away Red and gave her to Payback who he picked up bridal style and walked away, Rooster then grabbed Phoenix and checked on her to make sure she was ok, which she was and insisted that she go check on Red. Rooster let her go at the same time another punch was heard, as Jake and the guy went at it hard. And before you knew it, Rooster, Coyote, Jake and even Fanboy got into the fight as 3 other guys showed up for their jerk of a friend. 

 It took a few long minutes until a few other standbys came and separated the fight, putting a distance between the dagger squad and the other men. Rooster came out with a nose bleed, Fanboy got his arm twisted, Coyote got a couple of hits on the jaw, but Jake, Jake was the worst, he had a searing pain on his ribs, back, and face which was beat up pretty badly, but that’s cause he fought the most. Maverick made sure that the jerk that hit Red got taken care of by the police, saying he assault her. And Rooster drove to the hospital in Jake’s truck, persistently saying that he had to be checked out in case he got a broken bone or rib. Jake was upset about going, but obliged anyway once he arrived and went in to be checked. Rooster called Red and told her what had went down, and asked if she was ok,

  “What about you Red, are you ok?”

Red sighed as she wiped her mouth,

 “Yeah I am... vomited out all the tequila and shit.... how’s Jake?”

 Rooster sat in the waiting room as he replied,

 “I don’t know yet, Doc just called him in, but he was pretty bad... he got pissed off real quick.”

 Red felt terrible for Jake engaging into a fight that wasn’t his, but now she could only hope for the best as she said,

  “Phoenix and I are on our way over there, I’ll see you then.”

“Ok, drive safe.”

About 15 minutes later Phoenix and Red met up with the Dagger squad as they sat in the waiting room, Maverick was the first to approach Red as he asked worriedly,

  “Are you ok sweetheart? How’s your stomach?”

 Red hugged him tight as she replied,

  “I’m ok MavDad.. it was just a hard punch that’s all.”

 Maverick squeezed her tight, feeling like a protective father over his daughter who got hurt by a guy, he had given himself that position, and wasn’t gonna let it go anytime soon, if not ever. Just in that moment the Doctor walked in as he gave the news,

  “Mr.Seresin is going to be ok, no bones are broken, he’s just got pretty bad brushing. That young man is pretty tough, but stubborn as heck, he refused to take Advil or aspirin.”

 Rooster sighed heavily,

 “Oh yeah, that’s Jake alright, always trying to be the tough guy. That means he’s ok.”

 The doctor smiled at Rooster and at the rest of the dagger squad, happy to see how they were all there for support. 

  When the doctor gave the clear for them to see him, Red was the first to say,

  “You guys go first... I want to talk to him... alone.”

Everyone understood the assignment, and left to see Jake after each of them gave Red a big hug and kiss on her head, (Bob was the more sensitive one, he cried when he saw Red get hurt, she was like a big  sister to him, and Maverick made sure to ask Red over 20 times if she was going to be ok, which Red assured him that yes, she was just ok) It didn’t take long until the Squad came back, signaling for Red to go in, Phoenix approached Red last as she put forth,

  “Don’t be afraid... don’t think.. just do.”

Red nodded agreeably,

  “Thanks Nix...”

“No, thank you for stepping up for me, you’re a real friend.”

 Red embraced Phoenix and let her go,

 “I’ll always be, for you.”

Jake sat on the medical bed, trying to check his wrap around his body, after the doctor told him to not touch them at all. He was completely shirtless with a gauze wrapped around his chest, and some on his left arm, his bruises were exposed completely. He then heard a sudden knock on his door, and thought it was the doctor, so he right away said,

  “Come in.” 

The door could be heard opening, and then a small voice came out,

“Jake?”

Jake heard the voice and reached for his medical coat throwing it over his back and covering his front wanting hide his growing and darkening bruises. It was Red’s voice that he had recognized, and he didn’t want her to see his body. Upon seeing her walk into the room, he sent her his usual, happy grin of sunshine as he beamed,  

 “Hi sugar... came to see me?”

Red’s face fell at the sight of Jake’s bruised up cheek,

“What happened to your pretty face?”

Jake lifted a teasing brow as he tried to ignore the pain on his side,

 “What do you mean? I’m looking at it and it looks as pretty as always?”

Red stood confused for a second before she caught on to his cheeky comment. She then shook her head with a scoff while walking up to him slowly,

 “Always being sappy, I’m talking about yours silly.”

 With a click to his tongue Jake tried to brush it off,

 “It’s nothing Sugar don’t worry-“

Red stepped closer as she pressed on,

“Did those guys hurt you? The ones at the dinner-“

 Moving closer to the edge of the medical bed to get off Jake insisted,

 “It doesn’t matter-“

But halted his moves when he heard Red’s voice tremble slightly,

 “I-It does when you- when you look like this Jacob! What happened?”

 Thinking that maybe showing Red his beat up body wouldn’t effect her as much or get her more upset, (maybe she’d just call him a whiney baby and leave) he slipped off his coat and extended his arms while he looked at himself saying,

 “It’s not that bad Red, it’s like nothing I haven’t seen before, especially when you’re in the Navy and a big cocky ass like me-“

 “oh..”

A soft whimper could be heard but Jake didn’t think to much of it as he went on, but now looking up to Red,

“It can happen to-wait... a-are you crying? Why the tears sugar?”

A tear slipped off Red’s cheek as she cried softly,

 “Because you got hurt, and you didn’t have to you could’ve just left with your date. And pretend like I- ... well I don’t know like I wasn’t there or that nothing was happening?”

 At hearing her words Jake’s eyes widen with shock,

  “Red I could never leave you... never. Especially when I saw a man put his hands on you, I couldn’t let you go-“

Letting the tears come out more with a sob Red tried to argue,

 “But why Jake I shouldn’t matter-“

With a stern voice Jake confessed,

“Because I care!!”

Red was silenced at Jake’s words, and listened attentively as he added with a calmer voice,

“Because I care... about you. And you’re right... I could’ve left you hanging, but I didn’t because I truly care about you.”

 Red wiped her teary eyes spreading her forgotten mascara as she questioned with a slight frown,

  “But Jake you had a date, she even got upset when you threw yourself at me, forgetting her... why would you do that?”

  He reached out his hand and gently grabbed Red’s hand, pulling her to stand in between his large legs as he poured out his long hidden truth, with his glistening green eyes gazing into Red’s lovingly,

 “I only brought her for backup.. because I was too shy to ask such a gorgeous, strong, independent woman like you to be a date for a guy like me.”

 Red’s mouth fell agape as she gasped Jake’s name softly,

 “Jake...”

Grabbing both of Red’s hand he continued,

  “I really care about you, I mean- Gosh I love you Red. More than anything in my entire life. My heart has known it forever but the day my mind registered it was when you, out of everyone I knew, chose me to be your Wingman. You could of had anyone else, someone less cocky and dependent, yet you chose my stuck up ass and saw the best in me... your heart chose to trust me, no matter what.”

 Red let go of his left hand to cover her face, sobbing into it as she cried,

 “Oh Jake.. you really love me?”

Blood running cold for a mere second at Red’s question, Jake hesitated for a moment before replying nervously,

  “y-yes.. I do. I love you.”

Before Jake could do or say anything else, he was met with warm hands on his cheeks as searing kiss fell on his lips, leaving him very surprised, but very relieved at the same time. He tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss as he used his hands to grasp her hips and bring her closer to him, pressing up against his bare chest. They both grew warm inside, not necessarily because of their very close proximity, but because they were igniting one another fires with true love. Jake leaned into her gentle touch as he squeezed her hips tightly, earning his tongue entrance to taste and dance with hers when she opened her lips with a low moan. But soon Red separated from the kiss first, which made Jake chase after her soft lips. But he was glad they didn’t reconnect in the moment when she confessed with a sigh, while leaning her forehead on his,

  “Jake.. I love you too... so so much.”

Jake batted his puppy eyes to her from where she looked down at him as he smirked,

  “I know you do... that’s why you kissed me-“

Red rolled her eyes playfully,

 “Oh shut up-“

“Make- oomph!!”

Indeed Red made him shut up with another breath taking kiss, now wrapping her arms around his neck, careful not to touch his bruised up back, (though she desperately wanted to run her hands across his broad and muscular back, but there’s always another time... especially when he’s was hers now) Jake wrapped his muscular arms around her entire form, bringing her impossibly closer to him, smiling into the kiss when he felt that she did first. Moving away to take a much needed break for air, Jake then embraced Red tightly and tucked his face into her neck before asking sweetly,

  “Want to come home... with me?”

Red kissed his head happily as she replied,

 “Of course... Wherever you are is home for me.”

 Jake then pulled away excitedly, 

“Great! Now, let’s get out of here before the doctor sees us.”

 Red stepped away so she could help him off the medical bed carefully as she questioned with worry,

 “But sugar.. Jake, shouldn’t you wait for them to clear you?”

 In that moment Jake realized that he would be addicted to Red’s gentle touch, as he let her help him put his shirt on as he responded quickly, 

 “Yeah I should, but then they wheel me out of here and that’s embarrassing. That’s why I had already signed everything and paid the bill, so I never see this place again. Come on baby.”

  Red knew Jake hated to be seen as weak or incapable of taking care of himself, so she clearly understood why he didn’t want to follow hospital protocol and be wheeled out. She complied with him as she tightened her grip on his hand after he had grabbed it and kissed it. 

  “Ok... let’s run then.”

“WAIT WE NEED TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL AND WHEEL YOU OUT SIR!!”

Jake suppressed his laughs and he tugged on Red’s hand watching her try to hide her giggles too, while they were running away like rebellious teenagers that were caught at a frat party.

 “Come on!! come on!!”

They ran past all the nurses and through the doors, running straight for Jake’s Red Truck, now bursting out in laughter, excited to have been able to escape. 

 “This is hilarious!”

Jake opened the passenger side and ushered Red in with a cheeky smile,

“I know I am, now come on get in.”

 Seconds later he was in his designated seat and pulling out of the parking way, heading for the streets. They drove for a few minutes while giggling to themselves, before Jake pulled into an empty parking lot abruptly, sending Red forward but back with the jerk of her seatbelt,

 “Jake what was that for- Oophm!!”

Jake had unbuckled and threw himself at Red as he grabbed her face and crushed his lips onto hers, desperate to feel her lips again. Red unbuckled her belt and let Jake grab her hips and bring her over to his side and resting her on top of his thighs, long forgetting his bruises and pain as he melted into her touch. Red locked her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, breathing hard through her nose to avoid separating from his lips. Jake opened his mouth during the kiss to take a deep breath, and let out a groan when Red let her tongue slip into his mouth deliciously. After Red pulled that move, they now gave opened mouth kisses as their hands wandered everywhere, not getting enough of one another. Low groans and soft moans could be heard here and there, hard breathing filled all the corners of the truck as they made out heavily and passionately. But soon their sinful but heavenly moment was cut short when a certain ring tone filled the air,

 ‘Shawty had them apple bottom jeans!!

Boots with the fur!!!-‘

“Holy shit what the hell!!”

 Red sat back from Jake as she felt a vibration from under her, but Jake apologized profusely as he said,

  “It’s not my cock baby I swear, i-it’s my phone- let me get it-“

‘The whole club was lookin' at her!!

She hit the floor !!

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low-‘

Red couldn’t help but start laughing and giggling as Jake’s hand went in between her legs to reach his phone that was resting between his thighs, she was laughing because first, his searching hand was tickling her and second, because of the ring tone he had that sang out loud. 

Jake caught onto how she was giggling and asked,

  “What’s got your giggling you silly baby girl?”

 Red stopped his moving hand from in between her thighs as she tried to catch her breath,

  “You’re tickling me, and that ringtone-“

She then stopped talking as she let the ringtone song go on,

‘Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps!

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap!’

 “Jake it’s hilarious!! Who’s the caller?!”

Jake let out a soft chuckle as he replied,

 “It’s Maverick.. him and I had a dance off a while ago, and he beat me to this song, so I picked it for his ringtone.”

 Red awed as she moved her hand from Jake’s and squeezed his cheeks,

 “Awww baby you lost? Baby you’re to cute and funny- aww!!! Look at this squishy face!-“

 Jake giggled at Red’s laughing and change of topic, but caught her jump in his lap again as the phone started vibrating again, but this time she reached for it and pulled it out before clicking the green button and handing it to him with an innocent smile,

  “Here you go Jake-“

Jake really didn’t want to answer the phone but instead keep messing around with Red, but it was too late,

 “Oh Babe wait-“

 “Seresin? Did you just call me babe?-“

Jake took the phone immediately and pressed it between his ear and shoulder as he covered Red’s mouth just in time before she could bust into another fit of giggles,

  “No- no sir... I think you heard wrong, what’s the matter?”

 Maverick voice came through in a concerned tone as he explained,

 ‘Uh the hospital just called me and said that you ran out with a random girl, instead of staying to be wheeled out and cleared by your doctor... is that true?’

Jake moves to look down but then went right back up at Red’s face when she licked his hand, her shoulders were shaking for how hard she was trying to laugh, but Jake only shook his head and gave Red’s forehead a kiss before replying to Maverick,

  “Uh yeah about that... so just know, I’m very ok, like totally fine, Rooster is the one that exaggerates. Then um... well I walked out with being wheeled out because I don’t like it-“

  ‘Who did you walk out with? Do you have somebody with you? I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, I saw how hard those guys hit you before our boys got them off of you.’

Maverick always being his overly protective fathered self, had Jake choosing to give up the truth in the end, but his hand was yanked off Red’s mouth by her hand as she said happily,

 “Hi Maverick!!!”

Mavericks voice changed tone to a much sweeter and slightly higher pitched as he replied,

 ‘Oh hi sweetheart! Are you there with Jake?’

Jake lightly pinched Red’s thigh as she stuck her tongue out at him,

“Yessss sirrrr! I got him here and I’m taking him home, the doctors are crazy for underestimating his strength, he’s doing just all right Mav. I promise I got him taken care of!”

 Jake awed at how Red stood up for him, he only craved her more from that moment on. Maverick then replied,

 ‘Alrighty then kiddo, thank you for picking him up before he went crazy with the nurses.. take care of him for me.. I’ll see you guys on Saturday for our barbecue.’

 Red ran her fingers through Jake’s hair,

  “It’s no problem at all Mav, thanks for everything... I’ll see you Saturday, love you.”

 ‘I love you too... and I love you Jake don’t go all cry baby on me-‘

 Jake scoffed,

 “I don’t cry! But I appreciate the love, love you too.”

Soon Maverick hung up on them and that’s when the real tickle fight started, Jake grabbed Red’s hip holding her down while his other hand tickled in between her thighs, she squealed and laughed out loud as he said in a teasing tone,

 “So you think it’s funny to answer the call when I’m trying to make out with you?!-“

Red tried to paw his hand away as she half laughed and talked,

  “I-It was Maverick!! You- you had to answer!! Ahhh!! Time out!! Time out!!”

Jake latched his lips onto her neck kissing at her weak spot and explained in between, 

 “I’ll stop if you promise to be my girlfriend! And you know whatever else comes with that!”

 Red heard his words clearly and tried to answer, but he was tickling her so much she couldn’t make out a clear sentence or word. And it was even harder to accomplish such when Jake was sucking on her neck, already marking her and claiming her as his. Out of frustration of not being able to give a clear answer, Red let out a loud and long moan, which caused Jake to slightly stop so his ears could take in her every sexy sound, and that’s when Red finally had the chance to scream,

  “OK OK!! I say yes!! I’ll be your girlfriend and you’ll be my hot boyfriend!!”

 Jake laughed and smiled as he finally stopped and rested his hands on her hips,

 “That’s my girl... thank you.”

 Red sucked in a deep breath and wiped her forehead before leaning her body against his with her face hidden in his neck as she replied,

  “You’re welcome handsome... and thank you for caring for me.”

 Jake wrapped his arms around her form as he leaned his head against hers, feeling her soft breath hit against his neck,

  “I’ll always care about you.. because I love you.”

 Red hummed happily and kissed his neck,

 “I love you too.”

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I finally found the submit button! Now I’m gonna test how many versions of the same image I can send at once! Tw for blood, eye strain and injury. I’ve made a happy drawing upsetting and symbolic! Also a song reference. 🎉 (opeskyopossum)

And then the neon oneees

Aaaaand finally red versions

I’m sure you can tell how much fun I had fucking with all my filters and I think it paid off because despite how much my eyes hurt I like it a lot ANYWAY stream oingo boingo ✌️

BROOOOOOOOOOOO????

THE DEDICATION (,,◕　A　◕,,) the. arrow

i said it before but i love when you add extra details and objects. these are just crazily inspired. they remind me of the gore speedpaints i like to watch and i'm KINDA CREEPED OUT??? so GOOD JOB ngnsdfj my faves have gotta be the dark neon one and the last red one.

ummmmm if.......if you ever see another happy drawing you wanna make unsettling ummmm please do

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My dnd campaign dashboard simulator part 2!

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Yall im at this work party and it sucksssss. The food is good but i was exited to meet kerberos and he just left???

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Ugh trying to figure out if i can just leave early

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WHAT THE FUCK???

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Im a fan of the Canary and Crow circus acts, and if you think that's bad just because hepia framed a couple of people for her murder grow up, its not like she actually killed anyone

#Like arson too ig but it was HER house

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BESTIE WHAT? What do you think happened to evelyn???

🤡 CircusStuff412

Who???

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WOO! finally get to go on vacation! Im going to this cool place that was built in a lyngbakr whalefall!

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me seeing this post from 10 years ago while scrolling through an old tag:

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Ive been working on this machine for work and my boss just told me to change out a major element of it right before we're showing it off at a party?? I do not get paid enough for this FML

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AAaaand it literally exploded

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DUDE DO YOU WORK AT THE OBSERVATORY TOO???

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AYYYYY

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Just opened tumblr and it turns out dot was part of this secret organization that helped kill the sun or smth??? Why can't musicians be normalllll

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tbh the sun being out is kinda nice, like the vibes of the city are so much more interesting and moody, and the red light is just gorgeous

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I CANT SEE ANYTHING AND THE MOON MAKES MY EYES BLEED WTF ARE YOU ON ABOUT??

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THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT??

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Link to part 1: https://tortellini-time.tumblr.com/post/746338136466096128/my-dnd-campaign-dashboard-simulator

this is all for sillies, apoligies to anyone i accidentally jumpscared with destiel news meme while they were scrolling by

[ahedderick]

Lawyers and Damned Lawyers

I stopped by Home Farm to see my son this afternoon. As we were talking about college and recipes, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, since Son was trying to thaw pork chops and had his hands full. The man at the door asked for my late father, then my brother. I introduced myself and asked (patiently) what he actually needed.

It turns out that he (DD) bought a piece of property from my father y-e-a-r-s ago. Early 1990s, I think? Leaving out all the boring (and frustrating) details, he is now trying to sell the property, and some Important Piece of Paper that shouldabeen filed when DD paid off the loan wasn't filed. That seemed ODD, because I got a call from a lawyer last year asking if that mortgage had been paid off (it was) and I thought the situation was all settled.

DD asked if I would go to his lawyer's office (a different lawyer) and sign some paperwork. Which I will do BUT. After dealing with everything else in my father's estate. My assumption is that when I go in the lawyer will want me to have

the will / a letter designating me Personal Representative / something I haven't thought of / something I've never even heard of

aaaaand will refuse to let me sign Important Paper until I jump through hoops for her. I don't want to jump through hoops. This "problem" is literally decades old. And it isn't mine.

oop!

Well, the lawyer called as I was typing. She Doesn't want what DD said she wanted. However, SHE will call around to other lawyers and get hold of the other paperwork that she wants. After that is all lined up, she will call me back and I can sign Important Paper.

[teddybeartoji]

just saw ur piercing post and i wanna say do NOT!!!!! TAKE THE PIERCING OUT!!!!! then any fluids of the infection will have a harder time getting out as the piercing hole can get clogged!!! just clean it well with water and dry it off with a paper towel!! (not a normal towel u can get little fluffs of fabric stuck) maybe put on something against infection (maybe jodium, but watch out idk what metal ur piercing is) and def ice it some (put it on and off every 5-10 mins cus ur ear is thin) good luck i am speakin from my own personal helix piercing hell experience 😔

I WOULDN'T DARE TAKE IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i paid good money for that smh and i would be nothing without my piercings anyway........... i just gave it a chamomile bath aaaaand i also gave it a salt water bath lmao okok actually don't shoot me i did change the jewellry://// so it is even more irritated now but i had an old hoop in there aaand i felt like it might hinder the healing process so i put in a bar instead. it's an eight year old piercing btw i think it's ridiculous they still act up like this after so many years like what the actual fuck my guy

BUT AHHHHH 🙏🙏🙏🙏THANK YOU FOR THE TIPS ANGEL!!!!!! i think i'm gonna try the ice too bc it is so warm in my room and there's no way that's helping it SIGHHHHHHHHHHHH the world is against me please keep me in your thoughts😔😔😔

[cinnamostar]

hiiii again! :)

just wanted to share my thoughts on 'Four Dates to Fall in Love.'

I hope you are doing well ❤️

I loved the start with Chris—how you incorporated him as someone reader can share their feelings with and sort out their thoughts. It adds so much to the story and the characters. Especially when the reader goes on about wanting to keep having fun with Hyunjin but struggles when memories and emotions about the past years come back. I loved how Chan validated both feelings and helped the reader find a way to deal with the situation. This whole situation takes a lot of emotional intelligence, maturity, empathy, and firm boundaries. I'm so happy to see this portrayed in fanfiction. 🫶

Besides that, I also really enjoyed them cooking together—the teasing, their smiles, and the reader's hands over Hyunjin's. It was such a good read, and the underlying awkwardness was so tangible!

"[...] suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied by the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn't know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn't want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was." I think I died reading that part. Way too good. YOU ARE SO TALENTED. I've said it so often, but the way you describe feelings—especially those opposing feelings—it's perfect.

AAAAAND you did justice to Hyunjin and his feelings in this part! How he struggles with what he has done, the reader's friendliness, the guilt, and the hate he almost has on himself.

"[...] shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn't be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort." Shame is such an underrated emotion and is rarely acknowledged, but yet it is so powerful. Loved that you incorporated this emotion.

Last but not least, the last part broke me. How the reader chose to comfort Hyunjin, their inner conflict with their choice—"[...] despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over himself".... I was fr dead on the floor after reading this. I mean—I know how hard it is to be in this situation, and I probably would do the same, but I screamed with the reader's mind.

Sooooo - in conclusion, I love how you portray them so humanly, all their struggles... I can really see myself in them. I can't wait to finally get them together.

And I wanted to point out: taking a rest from writing has paid off. Your dialogs were just perfect. I loved the slow burn. You did really well. ❤️

YOUR MESSAGES ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY SO MUCH BETTER T - T THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH it makes me genuinely so happy that someone finds my work that impactful so it always so appreciated :')!

my intention from the start was to always have chris there as someone the reader could rely on and have candid conversations regarding their emotions! its one thing to write how the reader is feeling, but i think its another for the reader to talk to someone else abt it bc i feel like it can reveal a lil more about the characters and their relationship with each other! like yeaaa chris is reader's manager, but also a great friend over the years theyve known each other!

and yeah, they both have a lot of emotions to process and figure out! its really hard to be either of them in that position because shame/guilt is such a difficult feeling to digest, especially when the other party still hasn't forgiven. so tbh, its hard for hyunjin to know what to do or how to handle anything bc ultimately, it is up to the reader on how they wanna handle their relationship w him... hyunjin can only hope for forgiveness, but has been blessed with kindness too!

reader is also in a hard position because if it wasn't for the fact there wasn't an acting project on the line, reader would've probably been a lot more callous towards hyunjin. but theres a role on the line that the reader really wants, so reader gotta suck it up a little. while the reader did chose to be kind to hyunjin, a lot of it has to do with just spending time with him. i think no matter how angry you can be with someone, if you miss a friendship and are able to see them for who they really are, its hard to be a total dickhead to them JKLFDSJ especially if they seem super apologetic.

BUUUUUUUUUT reader choosing this doesnt mean their hurt goes away.............. I HAVE PLANS, I CANNOT SAY MORE, BUT THERE ARE PLANS FOR THIS SERIES NSJKDFNA emotions are complex and hard so this entire series is just gonna be That (but also im avoiding being repetitive too so that was an added challenge when i outlined this series)

personally, reader is actually a lot better than me, im a hater til i die, but then this story wouldnt be going anywhere...

after this chapter, there are only three dates left and then one extra chapter... i have had this all planned out, im excited and hope u enjoy whats next !!<333 thank u sm again i literally love seeing ur messages in my inbox . and yes!!! the break helped a lot :') thank u for encouraging the writing break tooMMMMMMWAH

[anonwyvern]

13. Dancing for CrossxEvelyn

Aaaaand

3. Holding hands for CrossxCharon (because I just know antics will happen with them 🤣🤣)

((Also I joined you Discord server 👀👀👀))

✨OTP ASKS✨

(Ohmygawd I ugly snorted at the holding hands prompt, that's some good shit 😂)

Dancing

(Cross x Evelyn)

Knock knock

Lydia lifted her head from the new schematic she was poring over, a singed eyebrow slowly rising in surprise at the sight she saw. Cross was standing just in the doorway of her workshop, dressed to the nines in a tailored dark green suit and shined black dress shoes.

He sheepishly held out a bowtie. "Ya mind? Kind of hard without all my fingers."

"Wow," she said as she wiped her greased hands on a rag. "You clean up nice." She pointed with her elbow to the suit as she quickly scrubbed her stained face. "Where in the world did you get something like that?"

Cross looked down at his formal attire, running a hand down the sleeve of his dinner jacket. "Let's just say it was worth the price I paid."

She dropped her towel and walked over, taking the bowtie in her hands and fumbling with it under his collar. "So, what's the occasion?"

He kept his chin raised slightly as she tightened the finishing touches. "...it's just somethin' I've been wantin' to do."

Lydia gave him a sly look. "Does Evelyn even know?"

"Nope."

She smoothed the bowtie and stood back to assess her due diligence before her face pinched together. “Please tell me you aren't taking her to Scuzzy’s."

He chuckled. "I bought the place last week and had it cleared out.”

Her jaw dropped. “You what?! How did you manage that?! How much did that even cost?! Is that what the guys have been doing this whole time?!"

His bony fingertip settled under her chin and clicked her mouth shut. He winked. "Helps to have some favors finally paid."

"So, wait, hold on...we own a bar?! Scuzzy's?!"

Cross patted her shoulder, slightly jostling her to the side. "You can have some fun with it when we're done, and only when we're done. Capeesh?"

She grinned. It was good to have the old Cross back.

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Evelyn twirled in a circle, the navy blue sequins of her dress glittering diamonds along the wall. She then tapped the toe of her cream-colored heels a few times before looking upward and flashing the ghoul a dazzling smile.

"I love it. How did you know my size?" she questioned, snugging an arm around his as he opened the door of their room.

Charon softly snorted, grabbing her ass with one huge palm and giving a light squeeze.

They left the compound and walked under a rare, clear night sky, the stars just above their heads twinkling the ones on her dress. Evelyn shrugged into the merc's bomber jacket a little more closely to ward off the faint chill as they crossed the bridge separating old state lines, the Piscataqua River lapping beneath their feet and the soft lights of Scuzzy's on the riverbank heralding their destination.

"It's so quiet," she noticed, her breath fogging the air. She turned her head to his. "Do you think he'll be back soon?"

Charon nodded. "It is a simple package. I am sure he is on his way."

"Did he tell you what kind? He wouldn't tell me."

The ghoul playfully nudged her with his elbow. "He did."

They continued, her heels tap tap tap down the road as she waited for him to continue, but when it appeared he would take Cross' secret with him to the grave, she huffed and muttered to the side, "It's something totally perverted, isn't it?"

Charon halted, making her freeze in place. She blinked as he took his arm away to pull out a scarf that he then put around her eyes.

"Um, what are we doing?"

"It is a surprise," was all he rumbled, and then he carefully tightened it before leading her blindly along. "Do not peek."

The tips of her ears slightly perked up as she heightened her hearing for any clue as to what was about to commence. A door opened. The soft play of music. The door creaked closed. Footsteps. A mumble of words, too garbled and low for her to hear. More footsteps. The door again. And then-

Silence.

The scarf was carefully untied and lifted away, and she blinked at the new world she had been pulled into.

She gasped, "Wow."

Long gone was the dive bar known as Scuzzy's, the only joint this side of the water that was reputable for its distilled beers and drunken brawls. Nearly every piece of furniture had been initiated as an improvised weapon and accordingly destroyed and duct-taped back together. Mercs of all shapes, sizes, contracts, skills, and morals had come to Scuzzy's to pay their tributes with a baptized black eye and missing tooth, and now, all the blood, shit, piss, and cigarette stains had been washed away and sanded down to be reclaimed to its former Pre-War glory.

The floor was adorned with plush rugs, the furniture upholstered in velvet. The bar counter was no longer an old ship's timber nearly crumbling apart from musty wood rot, but was replaced by a marble slab that had been cut and polished. Strings of lights illuminated the once grungy, dim corners, and a pristine jukebox played Nat "King" Cole in the corner.

"I don't want to see tomorrow,"

"Hey, baby," a voice rasped behind her.

"Unless I see it with you."

She turned, her eyes growing wide and her cheeks burning warm and her heart beating much too fast behind her ribs.

"Wow," she repeated, breathless.

Cross was stunning. She drank in every drop of him, from head, to toe, every inch of well-defined muscle nicely fitted underneath the rich color of a dark green that she had only seen in her dreams of misty, old forests and their scented pines that dripped rain.

He scratched at his brow. "You ain't havin' another stroke, are ya?"

The quip blushed a shy smile on her lips, and she meekly clasped her hands together as she softly said, "You look very handsome."

"Yeah?" He grinned, fidgeting his hands in his pant pockets.

It was then that she realized he was flustered, too. It sunk a wet heat in the pit of her belly, and she nervously wrung her fingers together.

"Yeah."

He stepped forward, closing the space between them, and rubbed a hand over his bald head as he let loose a deep breath. "You're the most beautiful fuckin' woman I've ever laid eyes on," he garbled somewhat awkwardly. He then cleared his throat, shaking his head as he tried again. "Do you, uh, want a drink- shitsorryno, I mean-"

She took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I would love a Nuka-Cola."

The merc nodded vigorously, pulling her along behind him as they made for the bar counter.

"Ya want to sit at the bar, or-?" he asked again, his rasp still unsure.

His endearing bashfulness exploded butterflies in her stomach as she pointed to a stool.

"Right there is okay."

She claimed her seat as he walked around to the front and unbuttoned his jacket to shrug out of. Her eyes glued to the swell of his biceps and the width of his forearms as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, the ghoul completely unaware of her ogling as he plunked a few ice cubes into a glass and popped the cap off her choice of soda.

He set the fizzing pops before her, raising a brow muscle at the hint of drool dribbling from the corner of her lips. "Ya that thirsty?"

Evelyn stupidly blinked as she wiped at her mouth and swiped at her drink, taking a sip before she could say something unintelligible. Forming a single, coherent thought seemed futile as he set an arm down to lean close to her, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight and the suspenders over his broad shoulders stretching and by God she could even see the bulge in his pants-

She choked on her drink, spewing soda to the side as she coughed and very ungracefully gargled like a warthog to clear her lungs.

Cross tapped his knuckles on the counter and took her iced drink away. "Ya want to dance?"

An inhuman sort of sound left her throat.

"...that a yes?"

She nodded after smearing sticky soda all over her lips, and he came around the counter to gently disrobe his bomber jacket from her shoulders. He set it aside, lightly tracing his fingertips down the naked skin of her spine.

"C'mere, baby."

She took his offered hand, and he pulled her towards him, gently circling them to the middle of the room and swaying under the soft light. She stepped on his foot.

"You'll one day get it," he rasped, then continued with a tease, "maybe 'fore the next bombs drop, if we're lucky."

She rolled her eyes and leaned into him, listening to the deep, smooth beat of his heart pounding in his chest as he expertly twirled them around in tempo to a mellow tune.

His hand guiding her at the small of her back crept down a bit further to grope her ass. "Ya like how we did the place?"

"It's beautiful. Is it yours, now?"

"I got it for you." When she instantly flipped her head up to stare at him, he chuckled. "Goin' to need a new name."

She tapped a finger to her lips before breaking out in a wide smile, and before he knew it, he was in love with her all over again.

"The Crossroads," she decreed.

Cross rasped thickly as he stared at the perfect view down the front of her dress, "Hmm. Got a nice ring to it."

Evelyn giggled as she pulled him down by the collar, saying with a tinge of husk, "Damn right it does."

And it was christened with a kiss.

Holding Hands

(Charon x Cross)

“Oh my God,” Evelyn breathed out as she pointed to the Pre-War kiddie's marvel just out of reach. “What the fuck is that?!”

Cross came around the side, shoving his hands deep in his bomber jacket pockets and snapping some bubbles from the gum in his mouth. “Huh. Ain’t never thought I’d see it in person.”

The neon-green ball of ooze set high on its pedestal in the middle of the dilapidated toy store glowed with all the promise of a child’s wonderment and delight. Faded posters plastered on a board that advertised the (slightly) radiated slime beamed pictures of smiling children…and a five-page, very finely printed, warning disclosure.

Cross scratched at his brow as he squinted at the barely legible liability statement, mumbling to himself, “…loss of vision, loss of limbs, addition of limbs (heh), vomiting blood, uncontrollable diarrhea-" He paused for a moment before rasping without looking up, “What’d ya have for lunch again?”

No answer, and he raised his eyes.

Evelyn had bypassed the ‘employee-only’ stanchions and was on the tips of her toes, going to make a grab for the gelatinous (not) repurposed nuclear waste.

“Hey!” Cross barked, and she froze mere inches from the ball of slime as he scolded her, “Fuck did I just say?”

Her hands instead came to her sides as she crossed her arms in a pout. “What?! It wouldn’t be here if it was that dangerous.”

“You shittin’ me?” he rasped as he pointed a bony fingertip to the piles of skeletons lying ominously around. “That ain’t too much of a fuckin’ clue for you, Space Cadet?”

Her eyes squinted slightly, the insult not sticking the landing. “Space Cadet?”

A thud of heavy boots from deeper within the cavernous remains of the store announced their third party member. Charon took in the scene and simply sighed.

“You are lucky you are immune,” was all he said.

Evelyn curtly shrugged and turned to eye her prize again, but the merc growled as he stepped forward, a human skull crushed to dust under his boot.

“I ain’t takin’ any chances,” he said firmly- no ifs, ands, or buts.

The frown of her lip dipped a little further, venturing from peeved to disappointed.

“But it looks cool,” she said sadly.

Cross’ glower slowly crumbled into indecisiveness under the pressure of her pleading puppy look. The big eyes and the quivering lip somehow seemed to always slip past his defenses, and he was soon standing before the pedestal to grab at The Ooze!

“Damn lucky is right,” he muttered under his breath as he placed a hand over the thing. It immediately swallowed his fingers, his palm, and all the way down to his wrist with a sickening slurp! He grimaced at the icky sensation of the slime having devoured his entire right hand, and he held it up and wiggled it in the air, unable to unlatch it.

“What’s it feel like?! Can I try?!” She began to extend her wiggling fingers for it, but he simply lifted his arm to keep her out of reach. “Hey!”

“Not till I know it’s safe,” he growled.

She scoffed, “Oh please, it’s a children’s toy!”

“You would be surprised,” Charon rasped flatly as he came to make his own inspection of The Ooze!

The merc held it over for him to take, and the ferryman dipped a few fingers in the squelching slime to be completely enveloped. He pulled, and Cross grunted as he was nearly tipped over.

"Just take the damn thing," Cross growled.

The muscle of Charon's brow twitched as he gave a second attempt, to only receive the same outcome.

He snarled as he yanked with more force, “I am trying.”

The merc stumbled into the man as he partially swept him off his feet, and together their captive hands interlaced at the fingers. Both ghouls shrugged the other one off and looked down at the slime, before raising their eyes simultaneously to share a single thought of I don't know what we expected. They then glanced at Evelyn just standing in her spot, her barely contained laughter threatening to burst her at the seams.

“You passin’ gas over there?” Cross rasped dourly at her flushed face and cheeky smile.

“Oh my God!” she cackled, unable to contain herself any longer as she burst wide open with a bellyful of laughter. She wheezed, wiping the tears from her eyes as she began to walk away, “Where’s that camera?!”

Charon took a step forward just as Cross took his own in the opposite direction, and both their shoulders practically dislocated from their sockets as they refused to yield to the opposing force. The ferryman whipped a glare around just as Cross snarled at him.

"Hey!" Evelyn called over from a side room. "Think I found something."

Cross grumbled to himself, "Thank Christ."

Their smoothskin came bumbling over with a sheet of yellowed paper in her hand, waving it in the air like a battle flag. "It says on this to 'Please see the manager in the event of contact with The Ooze!'"

Charon pinched his brow as Cross directed his smoldering glower to her instead.

The merc gave a quick look around, his rasp dripping with sardonic sarcasm. "Don't think he's in today."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" she bristled, and when he said nothing to refute it, she scoffed and tossed the paper over her shoulder to stomp off. "Have fun jacking each other off for the rest of your lives."

"Evelyn."

"Yeah, yeah," she snarked as she took to the stationary escalator, stomping to the upper levels without looking back. "I remember seeing the manager's office somewhere up here. I'll be right back."

The ghouls waited a few moments in silence before the merc sighed and indicated with his chin to a bench against the wall. With coordinated steps, they both came to sit beside each other, their fingers still interlocked together in the dense mass of goop.

Cross wormed around his jacket for a pack of bubblegum, popping two pieces free. "Might be here awhile."

Charon took the stick of stale gum. "I sincerely hope not."

Cross pocketed the carton away and chewed, blowing a few bubbles for a moment. They quietly indulged themselves with their treat and private thoughts, and then Cross titled his head to the side to peer up to the second-floor landing. There was no sight, or sound, and he grumbly sighed and leaned back.

"Got to take a shit," he grumbled to himself.

Charon shifted in his seat, rasping just as lowly, "...I as well."

Cross cupped his free hand around his mouth and yelled, "Hey! Fuck you doin' up there?!"

There was a sudden great big BOOM, and both ghouls jumped to their feet and whipped out their weapons, making a race for the stairs when their legs tangled together in an uncoordinated tango. They collapsed to the floor in a heap of limbs, skittering guns, and pained grunts. Cross coughed while Charon lifted himself partway with his free hand, and then they both blinked. The merc was pinned beneath the slightly bigger ghoul, Charon's thighs straddling him at the hips and their heavy breathing washing over their faces.

A thundering of feet made them quickly glance up. Evelyn had raced down the stairs, pausing for only a very brief moment to take in the scene.

"It sure as hell ain't what it looks like," Cross rasped.

A flutter of...disappointment, downturned her lips and smoothed her brow, before she seemed to have remembered the dangers coming for them and proceeded to scurry for the safety of outside, leaving the duo in their rather intimate position.

Cross yelled after her, "Hey! Evelyn!" He then growled as he put his weight in shoving the other ghoul off, "Get the fuck off me!"

They both awkwardly stood, but not without a tangle of buckles and snapping of leather straps and the laces of their boots snagging one another. Something skittering whipped their heads on a dime, and they both slowly followed the journey of a very sizeable glowing radroach crawling to the base of their feet.

Its antennas twitched, once, twice, and then it very cautiously stood on its hind end and wiggled its mandibles for The Ooze!

The ghouls shared a look.

"...do you think she will come back?" Charon rasped quietly so as not to scare their mutated friend.

The radroach continued to nibble away as they sat on their bench and waited with tedious patience for it to free them from their 'get-along' slime.

Cross squinted his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "Probably back at Kittery by now." He then twitched as he felt the radroach chew on his index finger. "Watch it, ya little bastard."

Charon snorted. "You are probably right."

More silence, and then the merc turned his head.

"We're never tellin' anyone 'bout this."

"Agree."

[desolatetale]

Chapter 1.1 - The beginning of something new

Okay, I've changed my mind. Here you have the entire first chapter 😁

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I saw one of my holograms suddenly shine white. As the light was gone again, I was only able to see a silhouette being left in a white void. I stared at the scene. Was I supposed to … Should I intervene? … I shouldn't. I shouldn't interact with other AUs. I laid my head on the table. It was supposed to happen that way …

Somehow, I still was staring at the screen. I should probably just simply ignore that, turn off the screen and continue with … Yeah, I mean with whatever I'm doing right now. Not caring …

The dark dot left on the screen still didn't move. Why couldn't I just ignore that? It's just another AU that got destroyed. But something was different from the other ones. I couldn't quite yet figure out what it was, but there was something special about that AU. Something that dragged my attention ...

I got up, annoyed, and teleported to the AU. Maybe I could stop thinking about it if I paid that place a visit. The moment I arrived there, I was greeted by an uneasy feeling. That emptiness … it was way too familiar … I suppressed my upcoming memories and realised that this world had no trace of its source code anymore. It was entirely empty …

I clenched my fists and went to the only thing left in this AU, a boy lying unconsciously on the floor. He was wearing an orange shirt and had short curly hair. His clothes were torn and he had several cuts along his limbs. I also noticed bandages along both of his arms, which also were torn.

I started to skim his code, hoping to gather more information.

Name: Ike,

HP: 4/99,

LV: 20 … 20?!

That boy was a genocider! Then it's probably no surprise that this AU looks like that. He probably destroyed it. I just wonder how he did it and if he is a threat ... Should I get rid of him? I know I didn't want to interact but …

Then I noticed that his HP dropped to 3. They were still sinking. Why, thou? Honestly, it shouldn't matter to me. I can just leave, he will die, as it's supposed to happen, and I don't need to worry about a possible threat. I turned around, ready to teleport back… but I hesitated.

I swore to myself that I did NOT want to interact with ANY AU out there. Then why did I hesitate? Was it because of the way this world reminded me of mine? I looked at him. I should just leave and pretend as if nothing happened.

His HP dropped by another point. God, why was this so hard to decide?! I clenched my fists, turning away from him. After a couple of seconds, still not being able to leave, I went back, opened up my terminal and set his HP back on 99.

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previous | next | current | master

Aaaaand that's how my two little beans met for the first time 😃

I really hope that I'll finish another project that I am currently working on, so I can continue with new character sheets...

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 15- Part 5

I mean, I’d like to dispute that because Xera’s the older one, but Heather’s the one with the Salamence, so I don’t actually think I can-

Yeah, it might be a good thing that Xera is a silent protagonist in-game, given that she is legally no longer allowed to talk to Heather- gosh this is gonna turn out so bad-

Shelly? Shelly! The bug girl, the (presumed) Bug Leader! That’s neat that those two have a connection, that’s- …Wait, how old is Shelly-?

Her Gym is in Lapis Ward? Are we…going there soon, then? Is Shelly’s Gym the next one? Why else would that detail be so casually tossed in? It’s definitely not the one in Jasper Ward, that’s for sure!

I mean- yeah! Yeah! Probably, actually!

With some of these quips this kid is making, she’s starting to do my job better than me (I say, as if I'm getting paid to make this Let's Play).

Too late Cain, I already made that joke last time!

Aaaaand away she goes, yet again, off to destroy people. …Gosh, the harsh realities of this world are going to crush that girl’s innocence and overconfidence at some point, I can feel it, I am NOT looking forward to that-

As tempting as it is to gaslight Cain- nah, let’s choose kindness.

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[plaindangan]

Non despair au

The warriors of hope start their first day of hopes peak academy (the high school devision) and Junko and Yasuke are dropping them off.

Yasuke sees how Nagisa and Monica act around eachother and has a brief flashback.

He then takes Nagisa by the shoulders, looks him dead in the eyes, points at Monica and says: "do not fuck your emotionally manipulative best friend ". Nagisa nods in embarrassment.

A few years later Yasuke receives a message from Nagisa saying: "I have failed you".

P.S Junko has been giving Monica tips on the perfect way to seduce Nagisa for years.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

It was like looking in a goddamned mirror back then. From how Nagisa went from his usual serious and mature self....to slowly caving as Monaca playfully lead him on or flirted with him. It heavily reminded him of the stress inducing path he took back when he attended. Thus, he tried to warn him. Tried to make him take heed. For as attractive as one might think their best friend would be - "Nothing is worth the fucking headache, got it?" Yasuke said curtly, watching as the blue haired teenager sighed and gave a nod back before joining his other companions. Nagisa has a good head on his shoulders. That's what he thought. There was no way he would ignore his adv-

Aaaaand as soon as Yasuke got their wedding invite and apology note, did he look exasperated to Hell and back. With both Junko and Yasuke meeting the couple at their house to catch up on old times, Yasuke used the girls making their way outside to finally ask: "What the Hell happened!?"

The intellectual man across from him blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm....I'm sorry. She was just...so...so...earnest and persistent with her affection."

A palm met Yasuke's face. Yeah....he figured as much. "Aaaand this was after she showed you just how much of a damn crazy she was, right?"

"...Unfortunately..." Nagisa hung his head in a degree of shame, whilst Yasuke patted him on the back.

Welcome to the Crazy Girl Lover's Club! Population: 2 guys with lack of self-preservation or care for sanity.

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Outside of Monaca's home, both Junko and Monaca were chatting happily about the success of Monaca bagging Nagisa as a hubby!~

'It's all thanks to you, Big Sis!~ Your ways of seduction really paid off!~" complimented Monaca, to which Junko smiled proudly.

"As if I could let one of my dear, sweet, 'little sister' go about life without the tools for bagging a man!~ You really took those lessons to heart!~"

If Monaca was a threat to someone just by herself, then Junko backing her up might as well have been a done deal. The girl had taken after her role model pretty heavily in both demeanor, intelligence and, well, flirtation techniques.

From slow subtle moves like shortening her skirt to increase the chance of the wind blowing it up while she walked in front of him, to happily snuggling the scholarly man, with her cleavage exposed from her dress shirt ever so openly.

That isn't even getting into when she was trying to be forward. From whispering sweet, dirty, talk in his ear one day to asking if he'd like to give Monaca some good ol' punishment for being so 'naughty'. All of this culminating on a Valentine's Day when the sight of his lover in green lingerie in his bedroom finally broke him down and eagerly embraced her!~

"Puhuhuhuhu!~" "Hehehehee!~"

They played a nice game...but against two super geniuses, there could only be room for one true victor in the game of love!~

[byoldervine]

Enemies To Lovers - My Insight And Preferences With The Trope

So I’ve been working more on the Byoldervine series and there’s an enemies-to-lovers-esque romance in this. As an aroace I’ve been doing a lot of research to ensure I’m getting all the romance stuff right, and this has lead me to study up a bit on this trope. I know this one is shaky ground, you have to make them hate each other enough to warrant them being enemies, but if they do anything too bad then the ship comes off as toxic, so it’s inherently a tough line to walk

I’ve just been watching a video on YouTube dissecting the trope and it’s sub-tropes and getting to the bottom of why it’s all so appealing or unappealing to people, and this raised an interesting point; the biggest divider between loving and hating the trope seems to be how much you can separate fantasy from reality, and what the reader is willing to excuse with ‘it’s not real, it doesn’t have to adhere to realistic dating standards’ in order to keep their disbelief suspended. And it’s got me thinking about where I fall into this

Personally, my experiences with enemies-to-lovers majorly stems from my werewolf obsession as a young teen. I read all the shitty Wattpad stories that all had a tendency to follow the same two patterns; either our female protagonist is horrifically abused her whole life only to escape and learn her mate is the alpha/alpha’s son of another pack, or our female protagonist was bullied her whole life and the alpha/alpha’s son instantly rejects her after discovering they’re mates, only to regret it as they spend more time together. The trope, of course, usually occurs in the latter

I remember this one story like that that really drew me out of the scene because the guy was really toxic, and the story actually acknowledged it; the same day the guy had instantly rejected the girl, on sight and in public around all their peers, he spotted her at the bar and repeatedly stole all her alcoholic drinks (she was old enough to drink) until she eventually gave up and ordered something non-alcoholic like he wanted her to. Only then did he allow her to have the drink she ordered. Guess who paid for all those drinks she didn’t get? The girl. And she snaps at him, telling him that he can’t have it both ways, that he can’t just reject her from his life and then insert himself into it regardless

His response? Something along the lines of ‘I can do what I want’

Aaaaand then we have him forcing her into his car - he doesn’t have any malicious intent, he just drives her home because it’s late, but a lack of intention to do anything worse doesn’t excuse the fact that she was minding her own business and now he’s dictating what she can and can’t drink, how long she’s allowed to stay out for, who she goes home with (she was with her friends celebrating her birthday but I guess fuck them and her plans right?), when and how she leaves, where she goes afterwards, etc. Not to mention this guy just downed like six beers trying to stop the girl from drinking, yet now he’s driving?

This is where I personally draw the line with suspension of realism; if I’m legitimately concerned about one character’s safety when they’re with their enemy, to the point where it’s setting off alarm bells in my brain consistently enough to break my immersion, you better hope there’s a shockingly good redemption coming up which somehow does manage to satisfactorily amend this issue. And there pretty much never is because that’s unrealistic to expect

And I get it, they’re enemies; being assholes and wanting to kill each other is what it’s all about and it wouldn’t be ‘enemies’ if they weren’t crossing lines. But the thing is, in my brain there’s a difference between reckless/toxic behaviours and dangerous/abusive behaviours, and I feel like the level of control exerted in my previous example, as well as forcing her away from her own birthday party into your car so you can drive her off while you’ve just taken spontaneous consecutive shots of whole ass pints, is crossing a line you don’t want to cross if you’re gonna be in a romance by the end of the book

Or if you are going to cross that line, at least let the girl do the same; if both characters are as fucked up as each other, it’s more of a ‘pick on someone your own size’ kind of deal rather than feeling tlike an abuser/victim romance. If it’s just one character repeatedly doing nasty, spiteful shit to a character who just wants to avoid them, eventually loses their patience and snaps at the perpetrator which causes them to finally see the error of their ways, it doesn’t feel like they’re enemies, it feels like one person targeting a chosen victim because they don’t fight back. You need them playing on the same field, because if they’re on the same wavelength it no longer feels like an abuser/victim pairing - you can’t define one as worse than the other. It’s enemy and enemy, with both fighting for the upper hand over the other. It’s not a constant pursuit to hurt someone who just wants to run and hide and has done nothing to warrant that behaviour. At the end of the day, some level of equal participation is key here

But then you also have the opposite end of the spectrum, in which it’s not really enemies at all because they do nothing that bad to each other to warrant enemy status. It’s just… a general dislike handled in the mature way of ‘we don’t really talk, maybe we glare at each other but that’s about it’. It’s natural that you won’t get along with everyone, and sometimes the both of you just can’t click to the point of not being able to stand each other’s company. But avoidance doesn’t make you enemies. Being civil about it doesn’t make you enemies. You might as well be strangers that got off on the wrong foot

I think at the heart of any good salvageable enemy relationship are two things; misunderstandings through differing contexts, and pettiness. The pettiness is obvious; if they’re both handling being enemies maturely and civilly, they’re not really enemies, except on specific occasions where the enemy ship is based more on principle than personal matters (opposing factions being the most obvious means of external conflict driving them to become enemies without their own actions mattering). The way to being enemies has to involve enough pettiness on both sides to continue this rivalry to the point of crossing the line from ‘I can be civil with this guy even if I can’t stand them’ to ‘if you put me in a room with this guy I’m not responsible if they end up with a knife to their throat’. Not to mention that establishing a little pettiness early on can pave the way for a quality they may find endearing in their partner as they start to fall for them, since pettiness can easily be used for banter and other smaller, inconsequential things that may be funny or cute

And as for misunderstandings through differing context, you get an opportunity here to delve into the mindsets of your characters, to explain what brought them to not see eye to eye. Say Character A wanted to do X thing because it would bring them closer to a lost relative who used to be a pro at it, meanwhile Character B has done X thing before and gained some trauma from it. The characters have differing perspectives on the same thing, one being optimistic and eager-eyed while the other is skeptical and disillusioned, but also afraid. Character B might strongly discourage Character A from trying it out, to which Character A may get defensive because how dare this stranger try and stop them from something so important and meaningful to them? And now the defensive reaction is causing Character B to also react defensively out of their trauma, because why is this stranger being so hostile and acting like their experiences don’t matter when all they tried to do was help them? And then the two are forced to interact more and the topic of X keeps coming up, maybe Character A is being all childish and petty about it and getting reckless showing off how they can totally do X, only for Character B to start taking more drastic measures to make them stop, like taking their equipment, and now Character A is furious because that was the equipment their lost relative used, so now this is personal. And of course Character A will lash out emotionally, which prompts revenge from Character B, and-

You see how much more natural that is, without either character being designated as the one at fault? By acting off of the context they have, which presents them with opposing views, we can have good intentions be perceived as challenges or slights and taken more personally than intended, without the other ever understanding why this person has reacted so badly and taking it to mean this is just a person looking for a fight. And when things escalate, grudges can turn to hatred, which can turn to enemies

Not to mention this also gives us trauma responses to overcome and established character flaws to work on. And as the characters work on these flaws and trauma responses that caused the hatred in the first place, there’s suddenly going to be less conflict, so the lovers part can begin slotting in more naturally as the characters evolve from their worst to their best selves

And that leads me to my final note; time. These things take time, and they go in stages. Enemies-to-lovers is a slowburn trope, which requires attention to all the little details and awkward stages in-between. You don’t go from hating each other to loving each other, you go from ‘hating each other’ to ‘begrudgingly tolerating each others’ presence’ to ‘not being phased by their presence’ to ‘being relaxed in their company’ to ‘being able to be civil and polite without insincerity’ to ‘actually being able to get along without it feeling forced or awkward’ to ‘casual maybe-friends’ to ‘definitely friends’ to ‘fuck maybe more than friends?’ to ‘no no way am I crushing on THEM of all people’ to ‘oh fuck I’m crushing on THEM of all people?!’ to ‘fuck it yep this one’s mine’ - bonus points if there are setbacks and regressions and an ungodly amount of denial along the way

Point is, this trope is messy, this trope is confusing and this trope is very very specific; you need to show every moment of change as you go. People are here to enjoy the clusterfuck of emotions that the characters go through as they start to fall for their enemy. It’s a huge switch for them, why are we not delving into it? Quit going from ‘they hate each other and one actively antagonises the other’ to ‘but by the end of the night they made out because they’re just so unexplainably attracted to one another’

I’ll tell you about another story I once read that scared the shit out of me with how the enemies-to-lovers trope was just abuser/victim; the girl had been bullied and harrassed by this boy at her school, including destruction of property, physical violence, setting her things on fire, humiliating her in front of the school, etc. She also lived right next door to him, and from as early as day one he was an absolute asshole to her. The reason? He saw her struggling to lift a heavy box out of a moving van and thought she looked weak. So he said it. And when she didn’t respond favourably to that, he decided that was enough of a reason to warrant constant bullying for years

When the boy leaves over the summer break, she’s able to have her blinds open at home because now he won’t be staring into her bedroom window. Unfortunately he comes home a day earlier than she anticipated and he takes pictures of her changing to use as blackmail against her. For the majority of the book she’s blamed by herself, him and a couple other characters for leaving her blinds open. He uses his blackmail to have her do horrible things, he sets up hate accounts for her on social media and encourages people at school to start sending horrible shit like death threats to her actual accounts and to these fake accounts to the point where she just deletes social media altogether, he even tries to murder her at one point. Most of this stuff he never so much as apologises for, and the stuff he does apologise for, he still blames her for ‘causing’ it

We eventually, at the end of the story, find out that he’s got some kind of mental illness that causes these behaviours, and the girl is torn between ‘I’m the only one who can fix him I have to stay’ and ‘his many doctors are telling me it’s not safe to be around him’. His mother encourages her to stay to be ‘the one constant good thing in his life’ and the guy is begging and then demanding that she stay, but thank god she manages to eventually break things off with him despite loving him for some reason. I deadass can’t remember a single redeeming quality this guy had. He even tried to hurt her again as she left him, all the while claiming he’d never hurt her and that he’d changed and was different now. And by the end she was still wondering if she’d made the right choice or not, with the guy’s mum saying she hadn’t. Like… what?!

That’s not enemies to lovers. That’s abuser/victim the whole way through, just with a surprise reveal that ‘mental illness made him bad so he’s not really abusive, even though he never so much as apologised’. Mental illness is not an excuse. Mental illness should not be the end all, be all of an enemies-to-lovers story. Besides, it’s not like he didn’t have the capacity to apologise, but he didn’t do it regardless! Not even going through the motions without following through! Just ‘nah it’s your fault for existing wrong in my presence’

You can’t expect me to take it seriously if the only redeeming factor for attempted murder is ‘mental illness made him do it’. You can’t expect me to still find this ship even remotely an option. Redemption after attempted murder is a challenge enough as it is, especially since for a lot of people that can easily be considered a point of no return. But the guy doesn’t even pretend to be sorry! And later on in the same day she’s hugging and comforting him over the realisation that he has a mental illness since she feels she misjudged him! And suddenly they’re not enemies, they’ve jumped right to lovers! That’s the most frustrating part; THAT was the catalyst for the switch in mindsets, and it was INSTANT! INSTANT!!

Where’s the legitimate angst?! The payoff?! The satisfaction?! If they go from literal attempted murder to ‘my poor baby it’s okay I’ll always love you’ in the same day, what the hell was the point?! You’ve written two different relationships here, not an evolution over time with work put in by both parties! This isn’t even love! This is a horror story!

Anyway, TL;DR on what I’ve learned so far about the enemies-to-lovers trope and my personal takes on it; you need to hit the sweet spot between ‘will commit irredeemable dealbreaker atrocities’ and ‘I don’t have anything nice to say so I’ll say nothing at all’; you need reciprocation so the enemy factor doesn’t feel one-sided and thus more abuser/victim; you need a little bit of pettiness to ensure the rivalry survives long enough to die in the desired way; differing context on the same situation can be a great way of birthing conflict and enemy-hood without making one individual out to be the aggressor over the other and allowing both sides to act on character flaws that they overcome as the rivalry fades; the story needs to be a slowburn with each stage of the relationship’s evolution experienced in full; and the redemption efforts must be appropriate and satisfactory so the characters aren’t rewarded for problematic behaviour and get the opportunity to grow for and with one another