#and loving nonetheless and thinking you had more time and facing those consequences

[teansouprmyjam]

Thinking about both keyleth and essek saying "it's not fair" in the face of death

[lvlyghost]

The Things I Never Said

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon had told you he never wanted to be a dad, so when the inevitable happens you run.

Word Count: 2.2k

Tw: angst, fluff, ooc simon(? descriptions of pregnancy and panic attacks, medical inaccuracies, slightly suggestive but nothing too explicit, this isn't proofread; i think that's it?✨

A/N: omg i couldn't stop thinking about this so i had to write it! I'm just feral for dad!simon loosely connected to this bc this is where the idea came from. Hope y'all enjoy it🫰🏻💛🦄

Masterlist✨| Part 2

You're shaking by the time you're out of the bathrooms. There's no doubt. You think with slight tremble on your lower lip. It almost feels aa of the world around you is closing in. Suffocating your lungs. Your vision blurs, when you toss the pregnancy test in the trash can.

This can't be happening. Not to you.

It's not that you didn't want to have kids.

But Simon didn't.

At this point you're sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for air. It's a good thing no one comes to this part late at night. The only moment you could find peace and solace. Sliding down the wall, hiding your face in your hands. How could you let this happen? You should've been more careful.

Your mind goes back to that day when neither of you cared about the consequences. Caught up in the moment, tearing each other's clothes; eager to be together. You hadn't seen Simon in two months when he was deployed to Serbia and you had to stay behind. Being both in the military meant knowing the risks. Every time could be the last time. You heard things about that specific mission. He got injured. You remember the gnawing fear clawing at your chest. And then there he was, knocking on your door as soon as they landed. His shoulder wrapped around bandages. He kissed you hard, desperately.

Hitting the mattress with you on top of him, not wanting to hurt him anymore. The sweet things he murmured in your ears, hands intertwined as you fall apart together.

You love him.

He cares for you.

But even if he felt slightly the same way about you, it wouldn't be enough.

Simon had... traumas. A tragic story of his own. You heard him talk about it late at night when he couldn't sleep. Those demons that plagued his mind, his dreams... and you listened. That's all you could do.

Offer a hand to the man that had saved you over and over again. And somewhere along the lines you fell.

And you fell hard.

Somewhere between dark nights and shared kisses at dawn.

-

You didn't get any sleep last night.

Your mind is still spinning with the anxiety. The morning sickness that started to disrupt as soon as you woke up. Red, puffy eyes that you try to dissimulate by washing your face hoping it goes away.

You get dressed feeling devastated, knowing that you'll have to face him as soon as you enter the training room. He's in charge. The mere thought makes you want to throw up. But you leave the bedroom nonetheless. Walking down the hallway feeling your hands sweating and your ragged breathing.

When you finally open the doors you're fifteen minutes late. That alone will earn you a punishment.

It's almost as if he feels your presence, immediately finding your form when you enter, his jaw tightens. Simon doesn't like this. But as long as you're under his command you get equal treatment or else, he'd be in problems. Both, would be in problems.

"Bit late Sergeant." He grumbles, emphasizing the last word staring directly in your eyes. Ghost is perceptive and is aware that something is wrong, but doesn't comment on it... yet. "Fifty push-ups. Start sparring when you're done."

You swallow down saliva, feeling your throat constrict.

Fuck, fuck. Don't cry. Not right now.

This whole situation has you sensitive.

You start, concentrating on doing the push-ups. Hearing the distant voice of him echoing around the room, sometimes you think he's closer to where you are then he's gone, but his gaze never leaves you. It's almost sinful how good he looks in that tight green army t-shirt and cargo pants

Your arms are sore and wobbly by the time you finish. Standing up you fight a wave o nausea, closing your eyes so hard you see white dots behind your eyelids.

"You alright?" It's Kyle's hand on your shoulder what brings you back, your eyes fluttering open and find him looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised.

You give him a small smile and a nod.

"Just tired that's all. Didn't get much sleep last night." You divert your gaze where the rest are beginning to spar. "How mad is Ghost?"

Gaz chuckles.

"I wouldn't call that mad. I think he's worried. You look like shite, dear."

"Oh." You say.

Gaz prompts you to the other side to join the training. Everyone's gathered around the training mat. Soap is kicking a soldier's ass. What was his name again? You forgot.

A gentle brush on your skin and then delicate fingers wrap your arm. You freeze, Simon's feather touch sends goosebumps all over your body. You turn your face upward to acknowledge him. His deep blue eyes soften when you look at him.

"Is everything okay Sergeant?" He asks. No. He demands.

You open your mouth and then close it. That's a question you don't know yourself.

I wish. You want to say.

But nothing will ever be okay after last night.

"I... I- didn't get much sleep, Sir. That's all."

Simon sighs but doesn't insist. He just nods, accepting your answer for now, once the training is done he'd talk to you. "You're up." He instructs.

Hand to hand to combat has never been your strongest suit but you do it nonetheless. Informatics on the other hand... you're the best of the best. That's why you're here, why you're a part of the task force.

Ghost stands within your range of vision in a way that you can see that he's there even when you're fighting.

You start although you're not in your best shape. Your heart is racing but not for the adrenaline. Your mind is fuzzy and your stomach churns. The panic is starting to break loose on you. You recognize the signs. You barely dodge the man's punch, this can't be called sparring. You're merely deflecting his hits, defending yourself.

Get a fucking grip!

Soap and Gaz look at each other. Then at Ghost who's clenching his fists, looking like he's about to jump between the two and kill the man. They get ready just in case something goes sideways.

You see his fist coming to your face, you take a step back but it grazes your left cheek. Someone in the distance swears and it's enough to distract you, the next blow goes to your gut. He doesn't even hit you with full force, noticing your lack of response he refrains as much as he can but it connects with your abdomen nevertheless.

It suffocates you. Brings you to your knees spitting saliva and gasping for air. You hear the soldier's frantic apologies. You cough trying to breathe but you just can't. It hurts you.

In a quick move Ghost is kneeling beside you, eyes scanning your body for external injuries. Anything.

"Hey... hey, kid! Look at me!" He orders. You can't, mostly because you're gasping for air, coughing, and the pain in your stomach. Ghost grabs your face seeing the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. Another wave of nausea hits you and you spit out whatever comes out of your mouth. Simon takes you in his arms lifting you and runs to the infirmary, gritting his teeth. His steps echoing in the empty hallway as he bursts the doors of the med wing open.

-

"Captain..." you greet him as soon as you walk into his office, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Price looks at you, arms crossed. The bucket hat resting on his head. He's dead serious.

"Does he know?" He interrogates with that deep voice of his. It's only been an hour since the incident. Price had to do all in his power to keep Ghost busy. It nearly costs him a limb and a punch to his face. There's only so much he can do.

"No." You murmur, looking down to your feet.

"Jesus, kid." He pinches the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding already. This wasn't good. For any of them. John had decided to turn a blind eye on the situation. As long as it didn't interfere with their duties. Now? He shakes his head. Price walks towards you, the youngest of his team and a valuable asset. You were important to him, to everyone in the 141; to Simon in a very different way. "I'm putting you on medical leave. You must take care of your health, your body. I'll see what I can do, yeah? And for the love of God, talk to Simon."

-

You don't.

And that's because you're terrified. As soon as you left Price's office you ran to your room throwing your belongings in a duffel bag. You needed time to think. Of course you'd tell Simon.

Just not right now.

The disapproving stare of the doctor was enough to make you feel bad about hiding your pregnancy from him and then your Captain. You bite your lip and head out, the taxi driver is waiting already so you hop in, wishing to get some time alone. Clear your head and then find the best way to tell Simon about this.

It's raining outside by the time you're in your apartment. You've had time to get a quick shower and take the ibuprofen for your sore body. Your hands run absentmindedly to your stomach, soothing the skin but flinching when you press too hard. You should've stayed at base and talk to him after what happened.

But you're scared of the outcome.

By this time Simon must've found out you're gone. You won't blame him if he hates you. After all you ran away from him, like a coward.

Pouring some tea on a mug you hear the sound of keys jingle, and the footsteps followed by a large shadow that towers above you. Blond hair and hard eyes contemplating you, the mask is gone...

Holy shit. You think.

The only thing that Simon finds comfort in is gone. There's something about him not hiding behind the balaclava that sets deep in your heart. As if he were baring himself to you. Not that you hadn't seen his face before; that's exactly why this is more meaningful. It's serious. He chose to show you how vulnerable you can make him.

"Why?" His stern voice sends shivers down your spine. "I went to check on you and the first thing they say is that you're gone." His lips are pressed in a thin line.

"Simon, it's not what you're thinking..."

"Then bloody tell me what is it." He seethes, taking a step closer. "Was already losing my fucking mind over that bastard hitting you and suddenly you're gone?" He shakes his head. "Had I known you weren't going to fight back..."

"I'm pregnant." You blurt out, interrupting his talk. Simon's jaw clenched, halting and freezing on his spot. "And I'm sorry I didn't come to you as soon as I found out but I was scared." Your lips quiver and you hold back a sob, but unable to do much about the tears. "I was scared to tell you because I know you never wanted any of this, I failed to you. I couldn't sleep, I was panicking and the thought of losing you... I needed time to figure out how to tell you." Simon is silent, he doesn't move nor blinks. He just stares. Memories of his time with his father flooding his mind. He never wanted kids. That's true.

Seeing you there, in front of him. Choking on your words, crying because you thought he'd abandon you like you were nothing? Bloody fucking Christ it breaks his heart. Very few things had that effect on Simon. He had made you fearful of facing this on your own. Did you think you were just his friend with benefits? Someone he'd come to whenever he wanted to get laid? Hadn't you seen the way his eyes roamed over you whenever you were around? Never fucking heard the despair in his voice when you got shot during that black ops in Afghanistan? How he seemed to loom over your presence if some pathetic muppet tried flirting with you? The nights spent in his bedroom, limbs tangled hearing you speak about your day? The mission when he finally realized he was completely and utterly fucking enamored with you?

That time he wouldn't leave your bedside because you were severely wounded and comatose?

"I am not my old man, kid." He states after a few minutes of silence. "And if it wasn't clear already, I'd do anything for you. I don't know shite about being a parent but I'll try, yeah? For you..." he clears his throat. This was as complicated for him as it was for you. "For both of you, I'll try." The words sound strange coming out of his mouth. You close the space between you and hug him, inhaling his scent. He kisses your temple while rubbing soft circles on your back. Relief washes over your body and the tears stop gradually, until it's just the two holding one another during a raging storm of feelings and nature outside.

Soon the tension, the doubts and the anxiety are replaced with reassurance and loving words.

Promises.

Things you never thought you'd hear.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

A few different people have been observing that Scrooge begins to change more quickly in the book than is often shown in adaptations. The Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come isn’t the one crucial factor breaking his obstinacy, but rather a final message to drive home a point that Scrooge had already become receptive to. I want to trace the shape of Scrooge’s progress over the course of the book and see what it reveals. (There will be some ‘spoilers’ here, since the story seems fairly universally known even among those who are reading the book for the first time.)

After Marley’s appearance, he is disturbed and discomfited, but still trying to hang onto denial and not face what he’s been told.

With Chistmas Past, adaptations often treat it like a psych session - see, you hate Christmas because you were so miserable during it. But in the book, that isn’t the point at all. Scrooge sees times when he was unhappy as a boy, but he also sees what comforted him during those times - reading and imagination, which his adult self would dismiss asfrivolous and unprofitable - and recaptures his joy in those things. He sees times when he was happy, like at Fezziwig’s Christmas party. And he sees how he’s become the kind of person who made his younger self unhappy rather than happy, and how easy it would to be otherwise.

He sees himself asan unhappy child, and wishes that he’d been kinder to the young boy singing carols at the door. He sees himself happily employed with a kind, generous and personable employer, who could create a vastly more pleasant workplace climate at trivial expense, and wishes he’d been nicer to Bob Cratchit.

And then he sees Belle, and is shown that his unhappiness is of his own making and the consequence of hus own choices. His being the selfish, avaricious person he is is not the consequence of Belle breaking up with him; it is the cause of it. She saw him already becoming that person, and chose not to follow him in that path. Her choices left her a happy, loving and loved woman; his left him unhappy and alone. Scrooge cannot bear this, and rejects and fights the spirit rather than face it.

But he has nonetheless already begun to change. Whereas he initially did not want to go with Christmas Past (“a night of unbroken sleep would be more conducive to [my welfare]”), he willingly goes with Christmas Present and expresses the desire to learn and benefit. He sees people in all manner of circumstances, good and bad, choosing to take joy in each other’s company and the comforts, small or great, around them. Many adaptations fail in this, focusing Scrooge’s attention on the idea that people dislike him (Mrs Cratchit; his nephew’s joke) but in the book Scrooge clearly greatly enjoys his nephew’s party, the nephew is being good-humoured and generous and expresses his goodwill towards Scrooge, and Scrooge doesn’t mind the joke at all. He sees the Cratchits making the best of what they have, and how he is making their lives harder than need be. He sees, in many ways and places, how he could be making others happy and being happy himself, rather than making evrryobe miserable, and it is an appealing picture. And Present calls him out, several times, on his past words and sentiments, and Scrooge repents them.

By the time he meets the Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come, he is already willing and prepared to change, and making deliberate plans to do so. The thing that I think is emphasized through the scenes with Yet To Come, as a driving home of the point, is that Scrooge’s actions up to this point have not only made him and others unhappy - they are an utter failure at getting Scrooge the one thing he had prioritized: wordly security, respect, and dignity. In Belle’s words, his turn to avarice in his youth was in hopes of avoiding the “sordid reproach” that the world has for poverty. He was fine, and even pleased, with being feared rather than loved - what he did not want was to be patronized, despized, looked down on.

And now he sees where that got him! His business partners don’t even care to attend his funeral. Men whose respect he hoped to have gained don’t even give him a second thought, and for the brief moment they do, think ill of him (“Old Scratch” is Victorian slang for the devil). His chambers and even his body are plundered (tomorrow’s reading is even more graphic about this, in some lines, than most adaptations). He’s buried in an obscure, untended, weedy churchyard, because no one cares enough about him to make other arrangements. He has none of the worldly respect, regard, dignity for which he turned to money as a protector. Past and Present showed that he was wanting the wrong things; but Future shows him that he wasn’t even achieving the things he thought he did want, amd was in fact achieving their opposite.

The point of Future, then, is not to convince Scrooge to change. He has already chosen that he desires to change. Future alone, without the earlier spirits, would be supremely ineffective; showing Scrooge that his servant and the people around him hate him, without first showing him that he can be happy and make other people happy, would only make him more of a misanthrope. This is not a “scare ‘em straight,” as some adaptations play it. The point of Future is as a final guard against backsliding, against regret: you are losing nothing by changing, because your current path is losing you even the paltry things you sought to gain by it.

Also, I hadn’t really registered this on previous reads, but this is the very near future - the Christmas one year after the period of the book. This is never stated outright, but Christmas Present says of Tiny Tim, “If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race will find him here” - meaning, no future Christmas. And, in the visions with Christmas Future, Tiny Tim has died only a few days ago. In the words of Dante (paraphrased) “the time was perilously short for turning.” The Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come doesn’t teach the lesson - that’s the previous spirits - but he makes sure it sticks.

[delusionalwh6re]

forest boy

aged up! neteyam sully x fem metkayina! reader

summary: neteyam caught your eye from the second his family came to your village, awa’atlu. as the two of you grow closer you can’t help but become more curious about the forest boy

warnings: fluff, angst, kissing, cussing, a bit suggestive, our man being sad (on eywa imma fuck somebody up), not so daddy jake being annoying, neteyam being silly

it was past eclipse on awa’atlu. families were cleaning up after having dinner and preparing little ones for bed. there was a cool night breeze in the air. as the night grew darker while the bioluminescence grew brighter there wasn’t nothing keeping the two of you apart

from the second your eyes landed on neteyam sully, you knew you were in for it. there was something about his cold stare as he eyed your people after landing on his now what you know is called an ‘ikran’

it lit up something inside of you. you observed the family from a distance along side your friends tsireya, roxto and unfortunately ao’nung. you remember being very curious about the darker na’vi but nonetheless welcoming

during the first weeks of the sully family’s arrival you tried your best to get them as comfortable as possible. swimming with kiri as she oddly had a bond with your native creatures, feeding the ilus with tuk and having talks with lo’ak on how it’s okay to be different

you felt like you knew them forever. they were like siblings to you and you started to grow an immense love for them as the months went on. however, there was one person who you weren’t as close with…

the boy you admired from the second he first got here. neteyam. you weren’t sure if he wasn’t fond of the water or it was just you but you had a feeling he didn’t wanna be on your island

so as much as it pained you since you wanted to get to know him, you decided it was best to keep a distance, until tonight.

“how is that my fault?” you heard a voice angrily shout in the distance

“because you’re the older brother neteyam!” another masculine voice shouted

it didn’t take you long to recognize those voices, mostly because you decided to be nosy and peep from the rock you were sitting on

it was jake and neteyam… arguing?

“so just because he can’t listen to a single thing anyone says the blame is on me huh?” neteyam argued against his father

from the rare times you ever heard neteyam speak it was safe to say he was never this angry

“maybe if you kept an eye on him like me and your mother have asked we wouldn’t even be in this damn situation!” jake raised his voice while eyeing down his son

that’s when neteyam finally snapped

“WELL IM NOT HIS FUCKING PARENT! I WASN’T THE ONE WHO LAID DOWN AND MADE HIM. WHY CAN’T YOU LOOK AFTER HIM FOR ONCE?”

everyone was gagged to say the least…

you can just tell by the look on his father and the rest of his family’s face that this wasn’t like him

you observed all of their reactions. jake was shocked along with neytiri at her son’s sudden outburst, his sisters looked sympathetic knowing the stuff their eldest brother goes through isn’t fair and lo’ak looked guilty

“you’re grounded” was all jake had to say. he didn’t even know how to react so he decided to say the first thing that popped up in his mind

but before he even went on to justify his decision neteyam walked off. he was genuinely so tired of his father’s shit that he walked off ass far as possible. he ignored his parents protests and didn’t even care to think about future consequences

you, still watching from afar noticed him going into what your tribe considered a little forest. there was plenty of trees and plants where delicious fruit grew for your people

you had a mental debate with yourself on what to do. you were still peeping from a rock and if anyone looked hard enough they would notice and consider you one of the biggest creeps on pandora.

so you did what a normal person who knew how to mind their business wouldn’t do, you followed him

you as nonchalantly as possible walked after neteyam. keeping a distance of course because the two of you were still technically strangers and from the last time you checked he was pissed the fuck off

all neteyam kept repeating in his head was “it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair” how is it that he got the blame for his little brother’s dumb ass decisions? ‘such a skxawng’ he thought

neteyam walked out as far as possible. he wanted to be as far as possible away from everyone. he seriously just wanted time to himself

until some fish bitch made her presence awkwardly known aka you

while you were walking, you took in your surroundings of the little forest. you had never been here before. you were metkayina, it’s simply not something you did often

the only people you knew of who went here were the hunters who gathered fruits for the clan. it was actually kind of forbidden for the average na’vi to come here which is why you never been

it wasn’t needed and your place amongst your people was in the water and on the sand

which is another reason you were drawn to neteyam. he came from a completely different world miles and miles away. all those nights you were in the water, he was in the wind. all those days you were on the sand, he was walking through trees

you couldn’t help but be intrigued. maybe you got too ahead of yourself though when you noticed neteyam basically speeding away and as you tried to match his steps you fell with an obnoxiously loud yelp

embarassing…

you practically ate shit and you felt pain shoot through your legs. you coughed out the dirt that flew into your mouth and gasped for air as it was knocked out from your lungs when you fell

“are you alright?” a deep soothing voice rang through your ears

‘eywa take me away from my misery’ you thought as your head made its way against the ground as u attempted to hide your unwanted presence

there was a laugh that made your heart feel like it was racing a thousand tulkuns “damn girl, that’s how you feel huh?”

there was a pause and then a sudden thump on the ground next to you. you opened your eyes a bit to be met with those yellow ones you always found yourself getting lost in

you didn’t know if he was trying to be funny or if he was being genuine. the two of you were laying face first on the ground while looking at each other

the immense eye contact you two had going on was getting too serious for you and you couldn’t help but laugh. soon after, neteyam joined in on your laughing and it lasted for what felt like forever

it eventually died down and you two rolled over to look up at those sparkling dots so far away in the sky you were always curious about

it was almost as if neteyam read your mind because he spoke up “those are called stars”

“how do you know that?”

“growing up my dad told us stories and explained how he came from one. that one right there” he pointed to a star that seemed to look a bit larger than the others “that’s where sky people live”

you were amazed “wow, those are beautiful”

you were too intrigued with the ‘stars’ as neteyam called them that you didn’t even notice him staring at you. he was admiring the side of your face

“so beautiful” he mumbled

you just shook your head in agreement still in your own little world thinking he was still talking about the stars

you were caught out of your trance when neteyam suddenly stood up to his full height and wiped the dirt off of him. you sat up too and started picking grass out of your hair

he was much taller than you thought. even while sitting since you had never even been this close to him before. now you weren’t too familiar with size kinks but eywa forbid you just gained one…

“here” he reaches his hand out for you to grab

“thank you” you gladly accepted his hand and gave him a small smile

he returned the smile as he quietly watched you fix yourself up. you had dirt all over you and he couldn’t help but try not to laugh as he imagined how you even got here in the first place

while you finished fixing your appearance your heart dropped to your teal ass as neteyam spoke

“so why were you following me?”

“what?”

“you heard me”

you were more than embarrassed. you felt as if eywa truly loved all of her children and wanting nothing but happiness for each and every one of you, she would snatch you up right now

“look i can explain” you stuttered

he nodded before licking his lips and crossing his arms while staring at you waiting for your next words

you started to play with your hair which is something you did when you got nervous “you see, it’s really not what it looks like”

he hummed and waited for you to continue

“so basically what happened was, i was on the beach and then an evil witch came out of nowhere. she looked like she was attacked by seaweed because she was covered in it. a disaster right? so then she used her evil witch powers and dragged me all the way out here after you to try and lure us into her cult” you explained

by the look on neteyam’s face you knew he was buying that shit

he chuckled “an evil witch huh?”

you giggled “yes! eywa forgive me but she wasn’t the best looking either.. truly a nightmare”

“you know, im glad we were able to escape this evil witch. that would be such a horrible way to go out” he dramatically sighed

“exactly, and imagine how our parents would feel! it would be a really really sad story and children wouldn’t be able to sleep at night” you playfully wiped an imaginary tear from your eye

he couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous story you just came up with. he knew you followed him but chose to ignore it because your sense of humor had just made him forget why he even came out here in the first place

dare he say this was meant to be..

your heartwarming laugh filled his ears as your face reddened a bit. the embarrassment was still there but him flowing along with your story made it less painful

you spoke shyly with a smile “im y/n”

he smiled “yeah i know”

your eyes widened slightly. he knew you? what the flip! this couldn’t be real

“you do?” you titled your head

“my siblings metioned you, specifically my sisters. the pretty girl who’s always nice to them” he shook his head laughing

you blushed hearing those words come out of his mouth when describing you

“they forgot to mention you were a stalker though” he side eyed you

“alright not too much” you held your hand up

the two of you laughed and eventually started to walk deeper into the little forest. you could’ve sworn from then on it was a dream

the night consisted of more laughing, deep conversations, shitting on sky people, conspiracy theories and daydreaming about the forest neteyam missed dearly

“do you think about your home?”

“every single day”

you smiled at him. the two of you found your way to this secluded beach not too far from the little forest and have been sitting here for the past few hours engaging in each other’s presence

“i wish we would’ve never left” his voice sounded like it cracked a bit

you having the comforting instinct you did slightly rubbed his back. it was safe to say that the two of you had built a bond in the last couple of hours so this was much appreciated by neteyam

“im sorry you had to leave your home neteyam. thats truly awful, hopefully one day you’re able to go back. be with your people and fulfill your destiny, you will always be welcomed here if you ever wanna come back” you gave him a soft smile as he turned to look at you

his pupils dilated as he looked at you. he would be lying to himself if he said you weren’t the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and he swore by that

you laughed at his reaction “you know, i could’ve sworn you hated me”

“really? what made you think that?”

“because you were never around whenever i did activities with your siblings and just simply avoided me”

“oh, well that’s because you made me nervous” his cheeks became a deep purple and he looked away

you gasped “no way! i made the one and only mighty warrior nervous? im truly honored”

he laughed at your teasing and watched as you dramatically flipped your hair

you looked back at him with a smile as there was a comfortable silence forming between you two

“you’re beautiful y/n, you know that right?” his voice suddenly became raspy as he looked between your eyes and lips

you felt your entire heat up at his words

“im talking to you” his hand made its way to your knee as he turned his body

“i don’t know maybe you should show me how beautiful i am” you shrugged your shoulders

he smirked “don’t start something you can’t finish”

“would it be starting something i can’t finish or you wouldn’t be able to make me finish?” you challenged

he licked his lips and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth while holding eye contact with you

“i can make you finish, trust” his hand trailed up your thigh

you smiled and whispered “prove it”

his heart picked up at your words before he made the rational decision of crashing his lips onto yours

your lips moved in sync perfectly. his hand slowly made its way onto your hip as you gripped onto the side of his neck for dear life. kissing neteyam was like breathing in fresh air. it was like tasting the sweetest fruit on the planet. it was like ascending to the great mother herself

it was everything you ever wanted

unfortunately there’s this thing called breathing that requires you to live and you two had to pull away to do that

neteyam was the first to speak up and gasping for air “i could do that forever”

you smiled “me too”

the both of your hands made its way to eavh other to hold as your foreheads were pressed together

“thank you” he breathed out

you bit your lip in confusion “for what”

“being an escape, letting me forget about all the fucked up shit that just happened” you could feel his body tense up from just thinking about the events from earlier

you smiled and shook your head “you don’t have to thank me for that, i’ll always be here”

“fuck can you get anymore perfect?” he huffed

you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and dragged your legs across his lap

he gladly held onto you and he looked up at like with so much love and lust it was starting to feel like his eyes were gonna explode from the overwhelming feeling

he smirked at the new position “you just wanna be all over me huh?”

you playfully rolled your eyes before pushing him onto the sand and connecting your lips again “shut up”

authore speaks 🤍

imma let yall figure out what happened after.. 😏

i plan on writing how i used to write on wattpad with my “y/n”, so basically she’s not gonna be a crybaby, she don’t take bs from anyone and she can stand on her own! i don’t like how some of yall be makin her a crybaby and scary, hoe stand up!

my girl will have a sense of humor and be a bad bitch!!!

i love this fandom sm. i’ve been in it literally since the first movie and i’ve been lurking (if u seen me liking a bunch of ur shit no u didn’t 😁) but i finally made my first avatar fanfic 🥹

i can’t wait to right more and watch this fandom grow more and more while being apart of the journey <333

love, liana

[justanotherlifeff]

Love is meaningless

[True form heian era Sukuna x reader. I may have taken many creative liberties with his backstory alongside certain spoilers so be warned!] [ Part 2, Part 3]

Love is meaningless, this was something Sukuna believed for most of his life. He can proclaim it precisely because he understands it. Being born a wretched curse by his foolish starving mother was not a start to life he had appreciated, but it was what it was. Fate was that he absorbed his twin for nourishment, fate was that he was born monstrous. One can only live with fate and become stronger, after all. Of course, he had to raise himself, of course he had to get stronger to survive. The golden age of Jujutsu meant many other cursed spirits, and of course, humans were no better. Weak people shouldn’t complain about their transgressions after all. That is simply how the world is built, to please the strong.

Yet, unexpected things happen, as it is part of life as well. Some people find it in their stupid, human, hearts to love a monster. And sometimes, something as meaningless as love creeps up in a monster’s heart too if they are weak enough. Sukuna wasn’t born the king of curses after all. It was a meaningless gesture that one might call kindness, something he believed that he didn’t deserve, that started it all. Just like his mother who birthed him, this foolish girl gave him an apple from her basket when he was starving. A foolish act of kindness from a human to a cursed being. He accepted nonetheless, as a starving man would, since this was before the days when he took whatever he wanted.

The days when he was weak enough to be considerate. For some reason, you kept coming back, with food every time, and for some reason, he didn’t leave the outskirts of that village after the first few encounters. He convinced himself that it was because your cooking was amazing, not because he wanted to see that smile on your face again, not because he was getting addicted to that kindness. Why would a human be kind to the likes of him after all? Surely, he was being delusional. However, weeks turned to months, and you wouldn’t stop visiting the small cave where he was living at, since no one would give him shelter or a job due to his monstrous features. Somehow you weren’t afraid of the four arms, the four eyes, the odd markings on his body. Somehow, you made conversation with him at one point as you watched him eagerly eat whatever food you brought him and somehow, he found himself replying. Hope was something that the weak shouldn’t have and yet, he found it in you, he made that mistake.

Looking at water in streams was something he hated, because it showed him his inhumanity and made the struggles he faced his entire life be something that was acceptable. Who would care for a monster after all? And yet, one day, you looked at him and called him beautiful with a blush on your pretty little face. He didn’t know how to reply to that, as someone who never encountered a situation like that before and yet, he couldn’t sleep all night, thinking of those words. He awkwardly called you beautiful too the next day.

Small compliments turned into teasing and at one point, neither you nor he had to say it out loud that you loved each other. It was simply something that happened. However, you had to keep it a secret from the village, and he understood why. Loving something like him had its consequences as they would kill you for being with a curse. He understood the consequences but his hunger for you was far too much to ignore. It started with kisses, and then he wanted more, so much more. And you let him take what he wanted with a smile on your face, that same smile he fell in love with. Even your old kimonos started looking like ones that queens would wear, your simple hairpin was better than the highest quality jade to him. You were beautiful and you were his and that was the best thing that happened in his wretched life at the time. Or at least, he was foolish and weak enough to believe so.

During his days as the king of curses, he saw the women he fucked as no more than pieces of meat that exist for his pleasure. One might think he wasn’t capable of being gentle, of having any other expression than the ruthless and deranged smile that adorns his face. Yet, his first time was so different, as he looked upon your beauty with nothing but wonder in his eyes, not believing his own luck as you were naked underneath him, that beautiful tint of red adorning your face. Perhaps that was when he found himself loving the color red so much, it was never about the blood of the thousands he killed later in life. You looked beautiful even with your old kimonos, but you looked divine without it, and he wasn’t shy enough to keep that opinion to himself, mostly because he wanted to see that blush on your face when he says it out loud. He wanted to hear you call out his name in that affectionate and yet pleasured voice when he was deep inside you. He wanted you, all of you, even if he didn’t deserve you.

The weak gets trampled on, it isn’t something they should complain about as it is the way of life. He almost had you, the day you came to him with a worried expression on your face and told him that you may be expecting his child. For a moment, he dreamed, despite being weak. He asked you to elope with him, that he would protect you. He knew that the child he sired would be cursed too, and that you were unmarried, so of course, overall, you would be killed if he left you alone. He loved you far too much to even consider that. “Come with me, Ill take you far from here and protect you. I’ll make sure nothing hurts you or our child. I’ll get stronger for you.” He told you with that gruff tone of his. To his surprise, you agreed. However, you were a kind little thing full of hope. You wanted to see your parents one last time before leaving with him forever. He didn’t understand it, but he wanted you to be happy, so he suggested making a binding vow. A part of him felt wary as all these felt too good to be true.

The vow was simple, it was to live as long as you can. He was still new to forming binding vows, so he forgot to acknowledge the fact that breaking the vow didn’t mean much if someone else killed you. Only that your death would be far more painful. Things were peaceful, too peaceful. He ate the food you cooked him, talked with you about a future together, looked at the sun set together. Like every day, you left him after that with a kiss on his cheek. Yet, he felt uneasy enough to sneak near the village that night after hearing the commotion.

It didn’t take long to find you, as you were right there, in the middle of the village square, or at least your severed head was. The blood splattered everywhere indicated the effects of the binding vow, your entire body exploded when your head was cut. Perhaps you were weak and ended up telling your parents, perhaps somehow, they found out that you were pregnant with his child, he would never know. That village burned that night and not a single person there survived. As he stood there, watching whatever was left of you burn with the village, it was almost as if he achieved enlightenment. The weak shouldn’t complain, so he wasn’t complaining. He would get stronger so that he would be the one taking, to fill the void that was created this day. His hunger was endless because he would never eat the food you cook again. Love is meaningless, because without you, this world lost its meaning.

[lavendermin]

the lovers, reversed | stellaron hunter sunday

pairing | sunday x fem!reader

wc | 1.6k

genre | angst, one sided love, unrealized feelings

warnings | mdni, alcohol mention, brief mention of sex, blood, wounds, unhealthy relationship, spoiler I guess if sunday really does end up being a stellaron hunter (have not yet played 2.3)

Fresh wounds, a few gashes. Nothing he couldn't treat. Because you wouldn't have anyone else though Firefly has always offered.

"Hold still," Sunday quietly instructs as steady hands work quickly to disinfect and dress unsightly marred skin.

You wince and clutch the sheets until your knuckles turn white. The pain was never easy, but a consequence of your recklessness nonetheless.

Under deft fingers you're all skin, no shame. Not when it's him.

Another whimper you can't suppress escapes your lips, and maybe it finally breaks something in him because you hear him sigh quietly. With his teeth he swiftly pulls off one of his gloves and holds it to your lips.

"Bite down on this," he instructs, voice calm and level. "There's still debris in one of the gashes. I have to take them out one by one."

You can only nod, not registering much else as the pain has your vision tunneling. It's another twenty minutes as he tries to work as quickly as possible. It takes everything to keep his composure despite your muffled cries of discomfort.

"This should have been done in the medical wing." Sunday's reprimand has little to no bite as he clears the medical supplies from the coffee table he had pulled up from across your room.

Your breath is weak and shaky, but still a gentle thing he's used to. "Too bright in there. Makes me feel like a lab rat within those white walls."

"Smells too clean?" he chuckles. Something he can't help around you more recently. There's an innocent and peculiar way you view things. Much like–

Sunday shuts the cabinet in your bathroom a bit harsher than he intended. He can't think of her... not right now. It would only bring emotions he didn't need to process—couldn't process at the moment.

There's red on his hands, on his clothes, staining his once pristine gloves. The awful metallic smell feels like it’s burned into his nostrils—a nauseating mix of crimson and the strong smell of sterilizers as he cleans the tools. His hands work on their own under the running water of your sink, almost out of body as his mind wanders. There’s a slight tremble he catches. Pathetic, he thinks, unable to keep it together in such a dire time.

The 'script' did not mention anything of a necessary death, but of course it would never detail wounds or misfortunes in detail. Some of those just come with the job. And sometimes he would feel a bubbling anger at the twisted fates that often befell you. But he knows it's a spiral that leaves him down a foggy road, one he shouldn't tread on.

Still, you're alive, and he's here. And for now, that's enough.

Your strained voice pulls him back to his body. Back to the present with a clearer head.

Right. The painkillers.

Sunday is quickly back by your side, pushing the small pill past your lips and lifting your face gently to give you water.

"You forgot," you tease despite your hoarse voice.

And those golden eyes you love dearly can't even bear to look at you as he sits next to you on the bed. There's no response other than a halfhearted hum he gives you. You know he didn't forget, and his lack of correction knowing how matter-of-fact he is only further sinks your heart.

But you don't get to tell your heart who to love.

The now-wrinkled glove he gave you is placed next to his leg. "Sorry I messed up. I'll buy you a new pair."

"Thank you..."

"You're wel-"

"You should say ‘thank you’. For the gesture. But don't apologize for the inevitable from missions. What's done is done," Sunday interrupts, voice firm. A little cold.

"I-" You're cut off as he grabs your wrist, his eyes unfocused as he looks at the ground.

"If you had done as I said– You could have gone missing. A lot of things could have gone wrong. Don't use yourself as bait. If anything happens to me, you escape by any means necessary. Understand?"

The grip is a little less than comfortable and you can only nod. Obedient only if it was his words that commanded. It brought a feeling he didn't want to describe rushing through his chest. The way your eyes looked at him—a mix of fear and blind adoration. It made him nauseous to consider himself worthy of such affection.

The morals of why he kept you by his side—of why he sought you during moments of his own damned weakness... He would dwell on that another time. If his morals were in a slow decline, perhaps he would even turn to burn the words stuck in his throat with the liquid he once detested and swore would never stain his lips. The liquid courage might bring him tumbling into your arms, an eagerness to be held and soothed for the sin he feels tainted with.

That maybe in his drunken stupor with his face buried in your neck and his throbbing frustration filling you up, he would realize even in nothingness, there is you. Always you.

A rebound. A close second. A replacement.

Sunday subconsciously has been latching onto you. It’s something he doesn’t remember starting, something he can’t stop nor explain. You, who are like an injured little dove to him, easily hurt and predictable in seeking comfort with his presence.

At first he firmly tried to keep his distance, remain cordial. But now… You provide him some psychological need to keep his same routine from before or have some semblance of familiarity amidst this new path he's been set on. This relationship was just something platonic, he swears by this. Just an innate need to protect and guide you since you were also a clumsy new recruit.

You couldn't help it—falling for him. Slowly being consumed by an infatuation that morphed into a hopeful yearning that filled your chest with a syrupy thickness of strong emotions you were inexperienced with.

And Sunday was at a loss. That wasn't part of the plan. Well…granted he didn't have much of a plan with you. The platonic acquaintance he had built with you was nothing more than for his own gratification. His desperate attempt at normalcy. Someone to fill the void of not being able to see his dear sister.

Still... you're so willing to just give and give and give to him. Anything, for even the slightest possibility of returned affection. Even if you don't outright confess to him, he sees it. In your actions, your speech, your eyes.

Would it truly be so bad to take that which is offered in earnest?

A heart in his hands with nothing to show for it. Lies to himself that this closeness is his attempt to bring you salvation. To settle your heart.

He knows how your script ends, looming over his consciousness. Testing his heart as if he were a newborn god stumbling over his first creation meeting its written demise. Some part of him is too scared to ask if you know it, too. Maybe there's still some naïveté in him if he believes for a second that you don't. A hope that your heart remains innocent and lovely and–

For now Sunday lets you love. It would be a bitter thing to not take the heart you have handed to him.

The painkillers have started to work, your body finally able to sleep for a bit after he changed your soiled sheets from treating your wounds. Before he leaves, Sunday presses his lips to your knuckles and idles for a few moments to watch your steady breathing. Sweat glistens on your brow from the exertion the wound treatment put on your body. Your endurance was nothing to be laughed at.

Sunday doesn't need to turn to know who's outside your door when he leaves.

"Was there something you needed?" The question lacks any warmth.

Kafka chuckles where she leans against the wall, fiddling with a card in her hands. "Here to drop off your compensation for the mission and look after the little lamb," she replies simply, throwing the card to him. He catches it between two fingers. "She lost her phone this past mission so make sure to give her that card for the time being."

Sunday's eyes narrow. "I'm looking after her."

"Poor thing sent me a message asking that I check in on her so she won't bother you. Unless that's a problem?" Her unreadable smile is something Sunday is growing to detest.

"Not necessary. I'll be handling it." His voice is firm, a warning woven into his tone with careful consideration. A natural habit from his years as the head of the Oak Family.

"Really now? If you don't want me looking after her due to trust issues then Bladie can–"

"No." Sunday can feel his heart pounding in his ears, a frustration deep-set in his veins at the pure thought of someone that isn't him near you when you're at your most vulnerable. He wishes he could wipe that smile off Kafka's face. Victim of her teasing again. Remember your composure, a conditioned mind rings. With a clear of his throat, he continues, "No, that won't be necessary. I've already cleared my schedule to ensure her wounds are looked after so there isn't any scarring. I'll take care of it."

Kafka relents and pats his shoulder as she passes him. "Very well, birdie. Sounds like you have our little lamb's heart in your pocket. Or perhaps it's your own?"

Before Sunday can ask her what she means, she's already vanished from his sight. His hand reaches into his jacket pocket when he feels something rigid and pulls out a card he's sure she placed there.

A tarot card depicting a dove perched on a lamb. The lovers.

[kazumist]

EPISODE 17 ✿ ENDEARING

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

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it was silly, really. 

it was silly ever since diluc realized his feelings. he suddenly finds everything about you so endearing. he finds it ridiculous how he feels himself get all giddy when you’re not even doing anything. he finds it ridiculously endearing that the simple thought of you is enough to make him feel this way.

with finals approaching, all you and diluc do is technically just review the coverage of your exams. and when you’re lucky enough to finish early, you two would just stay at your spot in the library and kill time. “professor barnes is the literal worst, i swear!” you complained. professor barnes, your teacher for practical research, isn’t really the best. he tends to skip his class (you once thought it was ironic that he was the one cutting class instead of his own students). “let me guess, he didn’t turn up for your class with him again?” diluc asks.

“yeah, and as per usual, we just sat in the classroom like total idiots because we haven’t received any feedback yet about our draft for chapters one and two!” you complained to him again, groaning in annoyance as you felt diluc rub a hand against your back—his personal way of showing comfort.

“if you’d like…” he starts.

“nope! nuh-uh. you are not going to be the one who’s going to review our draft.” you knew immediately what he was going to suggest. and you shut him down as soon as you can. as much as you admire how diluc is so dedicated and hardworking, you don’t really want to be a burden.

“but i don’t have much on my plate right now.”

“liar. kaeya told me that you guys are busy with your capstone project these days.” 

he tilts his head at you, confused. “you’re friends with kaeya?”

“who isn’t friends with kaeya?”

“fair enough.”

“but seriously, diluc. you don’t have to do it. professor barnes will get the consequences of his actions soon enough. thanks for the offer, though; it’s appreciated.” a sigh escapes your lips as you lay your head to rest on the table, using your arms as a pillow. “i’m so tired," you mumble.

“you should rest for now," he says in a softer voice this time.

“don’t you have class after this?” you moved your head to his direction so you could look at him. diluc stares back at you. you had a few strands of hair covering your vision and diluc had to resist himself from brushing them away and tucking them behind your ear. “our prof just left us with an activity since she had an errand to do.” he said a bit late.

“are you done with it?” 

“not yet.”

“huh? why not?” your voice was a bit… muffled? or a bit hard to decipher because of your position. but diluc understood you word for word nonetheless.

“i guess you could say that i’m a bit lazy at the moment.”

“you? lazy? are you really the diluc ragnvindr that everyone loves and adores?”

“oh, shut it.” he playfully rolled his eyes at you with a smile.

not too long after, you dozed off. leaving you and diluc in a comfortable silence. no one was around the floor you guys were in as usual. this time, he finds the courage to brush those strands of hair away from your face.

it’s alright to be selfish every once in a while, right? he thought.

he glances at you and observes your sleeping figure. you looked peaceful as you slept. calm breaths came in and out of you. is it silly of him to think that you look so pretty right now, even though you were just napping? diluc couldn’t formulate the right words to describe you back then. but now he has one.

endearing.

everything that you do or say is just so… endearing to him. diluc didn’t know that one could have such an effect on him. hell, he didn’t even expect to fall in love in the first place. during his years in school, he was only surrounded by people who would fall in love. never did he expect that he would end up being included in its population.

but if he’s going to be honest? he wouldn’t ask for anything more.

time ticked by and diluc sat there by your side during your whole nap. he simply shot a text at one of his classmates, saying that he wasn’t feeling well (he thought of saying that he got diarrhea, but he thought that would be too exaggerated) and that he wouldn’t be able to accompany them on their errand. so maybe skipping is a bit worth it.

after all, he was with you. and that was enough for him.

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[mikailys]

MCL NewGen Ep 7 Commentary

Since there's a lot to cover I think it's for the best doing a full post, so under the cut you go~

First thing first, I have actually liked it, a lot. The whole fake dating situation is hilarious, as the continuous teasing between Candy and Mr. Mendal. In some points it kinda took a toll on me and I had to physically stop the game, get up and go taking a walk around the house because the second-hand embarassement was really something, but despite everything it was enjoyable.

I read some players didn't like the fact it was way shorter than the others but I didn't really mind it. It had everything I expected and even more. Nonetheless I have to agree with the ending, it could have been a little lesser rushed but as for the things were unfolding on Jason's route, that was for the best. I liked how Candy rushed out of the apartment without a caring in the world, leaving Jason and the realtor discussing in there lol

I won't spend a lot of words on how Candy "decided" it was the right moment to move out, I understand she wants her autonomy and indipendence but the Tasha's sketch wasn't a good example. If such a scene had happened in irl, it would have had a different ending. Certainly my mother wouldn't have defended her knowing that I would have to go to work while my sibling is messing around, trying some TikTok trend in the only bathroom of the mansion. But alas that's how they do it in the Dolga's household and, as a consequence, Candy has to wash herself in the kitchen sink... I feel for you love :/

Anyway, leaving this nonsense aside, the whole visit to the apartment was a nice, peculiar emotional rollercoaster. Starting with a Jason who blindly agrees to pretend to be our fianceè, to a Candy who has to pretend to be his mistress. Damn, Jason really? You didn't have any other ideas in that pretty head of yours? What were the chances...

And so begins the banter between the two, with a pinch of sexual references. At the beginning, they were funny, ngl — I was a bit shocked to hear such innuendos from Jason already, but that's fine, I'm not complaining AT ALL.

However, the problem was their excessive repetition, and given the context, they were totally out of pocket rip realtor who had to witness this whole charade, I would ask for a raise for the hours wasted with these two

As they say, the joke's gone far enough and Candy, after being humiliated for the thousandth time, goes apeshit with JayJay. I really appreciated when she dropped the act and demanded some respect. Knowing her backstory it's obvious that hearing all those mean things and having to play the role of the mistress, even if only for pretend, brought her sorrow and unpleasant memories Ioan when I catch you, you filthy worm >:(

Unfortunately, Jason doesn't realize the gravity of the situation he created and continues to tease her until Candy finally bursts into tears and tells him about her past with Ioan. I loved how as soon as she tells him, his expression completely changes, and he suddenly slips into the who did this to you trope.

I mean- LOOK AT HIS FACE, LOOK AT THE SUDDEN CHANGE OF EXPRESSION WHEN HE HEARS ABOUT IT UGHSKJSNKA I LOVE HIM SM AGENT

And so we get the special scene. I think it's one of my favorites; it's the first time we see Jason being so distressed and regretful while apologizing to Candy and carefully wiping her tears. BEAUTIFUL.

I love when my men beg for forgiveness.

After the special scene Candy cheers up, even if still pissed at Jason, decides to forgive him because, quoting her verbatim, she "doesn't want to stay angry with him indefinitely" oh dear you're also so down bad

Also, it seems that Jason already knew Ioan's last name, and it also seems that he wants to make him pay. I'm totally in for whatever form of revenge you pick dear, 'cause he deserves it. A bummer though that my Goldreamz and EPMC collab headcanon will remain only a mere headcanon :(

The episodes ends with the poor, traumatised realtor kicking us out of the apartment and Jason, who is trying to talk business with him (maybe he wants to pay her back for ruining the visit and giving her a second chance to rent the apartment?), while Candy is running out with tail between her legs, ready to start the afternoon work shift. 🙃

What an eventful lunch break it has been, uh?

Anyhow, the next ep leaves me confused?? Although I don't like Roy and I don't want to know anything about his weird swimming practices — I'm curious in how they're going to include Jason with such a peculiar plot. 🤔

[featherandferns]

i just don’t get it why on risk/gamble she’s alway the one that is reaching to him

he hurts her and looks like he doesn’t even care. first with the parents thing, then he keeps lying to her, try to gaslight her when she found out about ashley, he keeps pushing her away and she is the one that always come back like this is sad

i doesn’t look like he loves her he is just comfortable with the relationship

Mmm I kind of disagree? The way I write JJ in Risk and Gamble is in a way that I think he would be in those situations, which are unfamiliar and daunting.

The reader is an intense and almost proud kook, not like how Kiara's a Kook, so JJ being apprehensive to meet her parents comes from the fear of being judged and rejected because of his social status. Think of how the cops view him; how Kie's parents view him. He's "living up to his name". He assumes everybody, especially the Kooks, hold such a preconception of him (then he sometimes leads a self-fulfilling prophecy but that's another point for another time). He's short tempered at the start of the night when meeting the reader's parents because his dad had just beaten him up (in the context of the show's plotline). But he does apologise and meets them nonetheless. He finds it hard to believe the reader when she tells him that her parents liked him.

He keeps lying to her because, like I say at the end of the fic in the conclusion, he's trying to keep her safe. He saw the danger that they were in with the Royal Merchant and thought if the reader doesn't know anything, she can't get physically hurt. But he didn't think about how that might be perceived by her. With Midsummer's, everything was so chaotic, and when the reader comes to save his ass with the security guard JJ can't face her because he's ashamed for being caught out in a lie. He told her he didn't want to go and then got caught whilst there. He feels guilty but doesn't want to face it (again, think back to the show: when he steals Kie's dad's money clip, he doesn't want to fess up to it immediately, and he tries to deflect).

With Ashley, that's JJ going on the defensive and trying to avoid the consequences of his actions. We see him act in such a way when he's emotional in the show: it makes him more reckless and spontaneous, and not always in a good way. Plus, think to how the reader is shown as jealous in Risk. He knows she probably won't respond well to that and what's the point in bringing it up when she's probably never going to find out (except she does because Ashley loves a drama). It's a moral dilemma. I don't exactly think it's gaslighting when he tries to avoid the question - it's similar to the money-clip with Kie again. He's deflecting. Gaslighting, to me, would be him saying, 'I never slept with Ashley; you're making it up.' But he doesn't. He just doesn't want to answer the question until he literally can't avoid it.

He pushes the reader away because, like I mentioned at the end of the fic, he wants to keep her physically safe and his own insecurities make him feel as though he isn't good enough for her.

He can't say "I love you" romantically because of his past trauma (something that is canon in the show now, with season 4).

I also think it's important to remember the ways people can show love, and JJ does with the reader all the time: the bracelet, letting her do his skincare, taking her fishing and praising her when she's successful, driving her home so she's safe etc. Yes, he's comfortable in the relationship like we see in their sweet scenes together, but don't forget that this sequel is now from the reader's point of view. We're experiencing things from her eyes.

Her boyfriend's not telling her where the bruises are coming from. Her boyfriend's late to dinner with her parents. Her boyfriend's sneaking into Midsummer's and not telling her why. Her boyfriend's giving a note to Sarah Cameron. Her boyfriend's leaving her out of a Pogue meeting. Her boyfriend can't say I love you. She'll start to spiral and overthink because, hello, who wouldn't?

BUT from JJ's point of view: his girlfriend is an easy target for some square groupers. His girlfriend lives a rather sheltered, safe life on Figure Eight. His girlfriend is already under threat from Rafe ("because of JJ" when she saved him in Risk), so he doesn't want to add more people that put a target on her back. His girlfriend could get murdered, full on murdered. JJ wants to keep the reader safe and apart from it all, but as things inevitably start to spiral, it gets harder to keep her separate. Then, the Ashley situation happens and that's just the catalyst for their fight.

Within that fight, JJ brings it back to being a Kook. He's somewhat deflecting, but his own insecurities that he didn't fully grapple with in Risk are still there. They just apologise and make-up, but they never address JJ's feeling of inferiority. He's not good at shining the light on himself and reflecting inwards, so instead, he pushes it onto their differences in socioeconomic status.

Yes, the reader "comes back" to JJ when Kiara calls, but if someone had called JJ - he would have come for the reader. I figured that moment in the show was the perfect time for JJ to let his walls down with the reader and be truly vulnerable. I like to think by mixing in the context of Gamble, he acted so reckless because he was already spinning out about the break with the reader. I reference this in Risk, too. People like JJ tend to lean into chaos when their life loses structure. JJ has proven this many times in the show (e.g. when he tries to break John B out of prison). The reader comes to JJ and he asks her to stay. You came: you called kind of thing.

The reader always comes back to JJ because she knows that deep down, there's a reason for what he does and why he acts the way he does. She knows that it's how he is and she's a forgiving person. We see that in the fic. Maybe that could be seen as a character flaw, that she is so forgiving. But that's a human thing: hell, I forgave my ex way too many times because I like to give people grace and room to grow. Especially with the religious connotations at the start of the fic and throughout, in-line with the reader's spirituality, the reader believes in forgiving and giving out second chances. Whether you agree or disagree with whether she should be so willing to give him another chance, that's up to you. But that's how I wrote her character. She sees the good in people, or at least tries to. That's why she agreed to go out on a date with JJ in the first place!

In the original ending of Gamble I wanted JJ to have more dialogue. After he tells her that he loves her, it was going to be more intimate and he was going to open up more and apologise more outright and so on. I couldn't include that because I ran out of space, but I might post an alternative ending as that may help translate the message more.

Also, just a side note, please ensure you're respectful when you leave critiques like that. I'm open to criticisms of my work because I want to make sure people can enjoy the stories I write. However, your inbox message is rather blunt and (if I'm honest) brutal. This is free content for you to consume. A free 22,000 word fic that takes up 50 pages of a google doc. A free fic that took me the course of one month to write due to other obligations and commitments. Just please keep that in mind when sending criticisms.

I hope this maybe clears a few things up.

[self-spaghettification]

Aaravos’s Endless Cold

because of @sthormiiii’s headcanon— I was thinking about how Aaravos has to wear a cloak because he’s cold and. this spawned. Oops

Despite his mastery of both sun and sky, while the powerful archmage could do anything within reason, heating or cool the temperature of the room without a thought, he could not help finding himself freezing regardless. it was the sort of inner chill that soaked you to your bones. that left him shivering and hands trembling with no reason at all, despite the way the fire blazed right in front of him, dancing across his hands, within him. 

he found his body’s involuntary reactions to his solitary confinement an inelegant limitation of his form so he took to wearing a cloak so that as he checked his reflection in the ceaselessly watching mirror, he might not have to look upon the stars that glistened faintly on his skin like the sweat that coated it regardless of his ever constant slight adjustment to temperature. The stars that once shone brightly and winked at him warmly from his skin whispering sweetly of wonders now angrily hummed minor chords and squinted in disdain. It ached in a way more tangible somehow than the constant ache of the inky black tear in the fabric of his ethereal being. He had grown so very, very tired of the pain, and had more important things to attend to. He vaguely wondered what it was like to know temperature, to know love, but with no real commitment to the concept any further. Every time he stretched his mind out to touch the constellations and divine their alignment he was slapped back, his black heartache ate at him and took his stars.

Tears rolled down his face, of no real consequence. He gently touched the black mark making him a mocking example of monstrousness, which he grown used to nonetheless. The days still passed, regardless of the impossibility of knowing. Once, he would have let them take all of him in the darkness, given into the icy cold, the shivering and tears. But withering numb and purposeless into dry tinder,  it was fire he must utilize, dancing across the table, the pit, his hands, burning inside him, and after each bout of those desolate days of darkness—the sun must always rise, mustn’t it—he had grown used to setting fires and burning candles and wearing cloaks to mark his time and burn away his aches. It was enough to believe almost- almost—that the shivers had gone away. So be it, it made no difference if his stars sweat in cold fury or his core shivered in the terrifying icy hunger of a vacuum from the ever open wound. As much as possible, he would cover and neglect them just as the stars taught him—

excommunicated.

[0ceanic-cosm0s]

To the Hellfire - chapter 3

[Josh Washington x F! Reader]

5.6k words

masterlist - two - three - four

Chapter wrote by @sharkology & @xghostcr0wx

⚠️chapter warnings⚠️

[smut, non-con drugging, angst] MDNI

(smut warnings under the cut)

🔞smut warnings🔞

[switch! josh (mostly dom josh), reader says good boy like once, afab reader, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), josh is kinda gross (in a hot way), choking, oral fixation, squirting, cumming inside, teasing and taunting, manhandling]

You were right on his trail as he left, his footsteps heavy and loud with frustration and anger. Your timid steps followed behind. You both walked in silence (him mostly just stomping) until he reached the door to his room in the lodge. He stops for a second, looking at you with a glare. You’ve never seen him get so riled up.

“Enjoy the little show?” He mumbled, turning back to the door and opening it-quickly heading in and sitting on his bed with a loud sigh.

You felt a pang of hurt as he treated you a little harshly, but you understood his tone and why he was acting this way; the whole ouija board was a dumb decision in the first place. It was probably embarrassing to him that you had to see him like that. You enter slowly, shutting the door. You keep the main room light off and walk over to the lamp on his bedside table to turn on the dim light, before sitting next to him and giving him enough space for his comfort.

“Josh..I understand why you’re upset. But, you don’t need to act like this towards me. I’m here to help you. Not to get this cold behavior.” He looks over at you, his face contorted with anger and confusion. But it gradually fades as he lets your words sink in. He looks more like he’s just regretful and sad now at how he was being towards you.

He groans, looking away as he rubs his head anxiously. “I know I know, I’m..I’m sorry [Y/n], I just…I feel like I was getting messed with, ya know? Like..I know how much we love playing tricks on each other, but this feels a little overkill..”

You listen to his words, nodding along. “I don’t think they were messing with you, Josh. Especially knowing how sensitive the topic of your sisters is for you. And, to be frank, messing with ouija boards is not something to treat like a childrens board game. Those things are real, and have scary consequences. Nonetheless being on Native American grounds. This is why I was so against it, because I knew something like this would happen.” Josh just looks down to the ground, his expression looking like he has a lot on his mind. Like he was getting ready to say or do something. After what feels like an eternity, Josh speaks up.

“Yeah, you're right. It doesn't really matter anyway. I'm over it.” Josh deflects but you can clearly tell that it's quite the opposite.

“Josh, you don't have to pretend to be fine. I would be just as upset if I were in your shoes. If anything, I wouldn't be able to carry myself as well as you do.” You assure him and put a hand on his warm back. Josh's gaze is still on the ground and the room falls silent for a second. You can tell Josh is looking for the right words to say.

“Thank you, [Y/n]. I appreciate it, I really do.. No one's ever-” Josh’s mouth slightly hangs open as he tries to find his words. “I just don't want to think about it right now. I just don't want to think at all right now.” He admits, rubbing his temples with one hand. You watch, silently. Chewing your bottom lip anxiously as you two sit there in awkward silence.

You knew Josh was going through a lot right now, and you could only imagine what was going on inside his head. You knew you couldn't do much to ease his pain, but the most you could do was be there for him. Over the months you've known Josh, you've learned that his biggest working coping mechanism so far is distractions. There were times where he had a shitty day and called you up just to talk, play video games, and distract him from whatever terrible emotion he's feeling. And you're more than happy to do that.

You take a deep breath in and prepare yourself as you firmly take his hands into yours, putting them on each side of your waist, and embracing him into a gentle hug.

“[Y/n]?..” Josh whispers at the side of your head. He was taken aback a bit, but definitely wasn’t opposed to this affectionate action.

“Just, let me do this for you.” You murmur, tightening your grip around his back. “Let me be here for you..” You rest your chin in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. He sighs, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Thank you.” He whispers. He rests his head against yours, quietly inhaling your scent and hair. His large and rough hands gripping your soft flesh against your clothes. The clothes that he couldn’t help but want to rip off of you the moment his hands were on your waist. The hug lasted longer than just a friendly one, and you knew he noticed that too. There was no questioning it; you both wanted each other in one way or another. The tension filled balloon that's lasted over the 8 months since you met is about to pop.

As the hug continued, Josh tested the waters by lightly rubbing his hands up and down your sides, his grip getting a bit more confident. You began feeling some type of way, getting more bold with the newfound wave of arousal, sexual tension, and energy. Your fingers delicately and playfully travel down from his back, to his chest, and down his semi-toned body in a painfully slow way, making sure to tease him with every soft stroke. You take a gamble by hooking your fingers underneath his pants and boxers, but only on the hem which drove him absolutely mad.

Your thumbs caress his v-line, enhancing the sexual atmosphere. Josh was loving every bit of this, and he started to nuzzle into your neck-leaving light kisses against your warm and soft skin; eventually turning into rough ones with a few bites here and there as your hands began to unbutton his pants while your lips placed hungry kisses against his shoulder.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll give you something else to think about..” Josh leans away to look you in the eyes, a smirk on his lips as he raises a brow at you.

“Yeah? What did you have in mind, Marbles?” He asked in a lighthearted tone. You smile, a seductive glint in your [e/c] eyes. You firmly push him back against his bed, and start sensually stripping off your sweater and leggings in front of him, leaving you in your skirt and undershirt. After placing yourself in between his thighs, he bit his lip and looked at you with adoration and excitement, ready for whatever you were about to do to him.

“Let’s just say, something I’ve wanted to do for a long, long time.” You reply back, giving him a not so innocent smile.

Josh bit his lip in anticipation from your words as he looked you up and down. “Oh? Well, I’m all yours to handle~” And with that, you begin to undo his pants further, pulling up his shirt and leaning over to his stomach as you plant kisses of appreciation all over his skin-pulling down his pants in the process. Josh sighs, and his eyelids lower. His heart rate picks up as he watches you, your beautiful figure treating him like his body was the most precious and delicate thing in the world.

Once his pants were low enough, you rise a bit and look down at his bulging boxers. He looked absolutely delicious, in this view, just for you. You look up at his lust filled eyes and bring your face closer to his-a soft gasp escaping his lips as you slowly bring his boxers down next. The intense eye contact had his head spinning and he needed to do something with these overwhelming emotions.

He grabbed a fist full of your hair, not too rough though, and crashed his lips onto yours in a heated kiss. You both hungrily consume each other while you take his pulsating and thick cock into your hand and begin to stroke him. Thankfully it was already soaked in precum, making it easier to rub him up and down at the speed you were going.

Through the kiss, you could feel his whole body stutter and tense with pleasure as you continued to stroke him. His hips slightly raised off the bed, chasing for more. You could tell Josh was slowly losing his composure as he started to let out small broken moans, while trying his absolute best to continue the kiss.

“Ngh~ Fuck..” Josh whimpers out as he turns his head away from your intense and lustful gaze, maybe in embarrassment? You didn't expect him to start whimpering and falling apart this early, not that you're complaining, you actually want to keep pulling these delicious sounds from him.

Josh’s neck is exposed to you, so you take the liberty to start kissing it and leave small marks. You slowed the pace of your hand down to a more sensual one while making sure to never stop sucking on his neck. Josh’s senses were going into overdrive and he definitely felt like he was going to cum soon, but he didn't want it to end. This caused his thighs to tense under you from the stimulation, and he put his hand on your wrist that's stroking his length to anchor himself. Which you found to be one of the hottest things ever.

Josh puts the back of his other hand on his mouth, clearly trying to muffle the beautiful sounds he's giving you.

“Don't be shy, I want to hear you~” You say in a sultry tone while grabbing his hand from his mouth and bringing it to your clothed breast. Instinctively, Josh whips his head at you; those beautiful green sex glazed eyes fixated on you. His hand started to massage your breast under your grip, using his thumb to stroke against your nipple from under your bra that was growing harder from the stimulation.

Your eyes start to flutter and you lean into his ear, “Thaaat’s it, there’s a good boy. You’re doing so well for me.” You whisper. The praise lit something inside him and he needed more of you. As you’re continuing to stroke him, Josh removes his hands from you and to your shirt-damn near ripping it off and tosses it aside. His fingers go straight to your ribs and grips you for dear life. His half-lidded eyes soak up every inch of you with lust and adoration.

“Wow..” He whispers breathlessly in between moans. “..You’re so fucking beautiful [Y/n].” His hands dart to the back of your bra and unhooks it, letting your tits out into his view. He was basically drooling from the sight, immediately taking action. He leans up and captured one of your nipples into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it like it was the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, while using his hands to hold you in place and to pleasure your other nipple with his fingers; pinching and circling with his thumb at an unbelievably delectable pace that had you heating up to the core.

“Fuck, Josh..” You whimper out, unable to control your voice. Your hand strokes his dick sporadically, unable to contain your focus. This pushes Josh to go further as he moves a free hand under your skirt, and starts stroking your already damp underwear. Josh hums at the feeling, circling a finger on your clit-causing you to suck in a sharp breath of air and buck into his hand. “Oh, someone seems to be desperate for more, huh?” He mumbles against your breast. You roll your eyes, “You’re one to talk. You’re practically using my hand to fuck yourself.” You make an emphasis as you squeeze his cock that was frantically rubbing against your hand.

He hums, in a somewhat defeated tone. “I guess I’ll take a loss on this one then, hm?” He guided your hand away from his cock, clearly wanting to let you have all the attention right now. You didn't know what he had in store for you, but you were excited for it.

His index and middle fingers rub circles over your clothed hole, before pushing past the boundaries of your underwear, in between your coated folds, and slowly sink them into your wet pussy-earning a harsh groan from you as you lean your head into the crook of his neck. “A-ah fuck~” is all your able to manage out from the feeling of his thick fingers.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t take my revenge~” He coo’s into your neck, kissing and biting your skin. He works his fingers into you with such precision, you'd be surprised if he didn't have any experience beforehand. You grind yourself down onto his hand, chasing for more. You could feel your body grow in temperature from the body heat and pleasure. You look down at the sight below you, and what a sight it is; Josh's lidded green eyes intensely gazing up at you, his bottom lip slightly pulled between his teeth. His face clearly searches for any slight reactions you make, almost calculating. You feel your body flush even more just from the way he's looking at you, the intense eye contact making everything feel more passionate. You feel him working you up, getting you close to your peak, but your body feels a small wave of disappointment and confusion once Josh's fingers leave from inside you.

Josh sits up and puts a firm hand on your waist, using it to turn you over on your back so that he's towering over you. The position instantly made you feel submissive, and Josh's eyes never left yours.

“You look so damn hot underneath me.” Josh declares and all you can do is let out a bashful whine. Josh smirks at your reaction and roughly puts his hand on your jaw, the switch up only turning you on even more as you can feel more slick build up in between your legs. You instinctively put your hand on his wrist that's holding your jaw.

“Where's all that confidence now?” He smugly asks, feeling as if he won with your silence. Josh uses his hand on your jaw to use his index and middle finger to prod at your lips, parting them. He sticks his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue causing small strings of saliva to spill out of your mouth. You can taste yourself on the same fingers that were once inside you, only adding to the erotic sensations you're feeling in this moment. And all you can do is look him in his eyes that continue to stare you down with dominance. You didn't expect Josh to have this kinky side, not that you're complaining, it's actually quite the opposite. You're soaking it all up, letting him do as he wishes with you.

Josh moves his fingers out of your mouth and replaces it with his tongue, reaching down to catch you in an almost-rough, passionate kiss. Your hands instantly gravitate towards his hair, gripping at the dark brown tufts to pull him impossibly closer than he already was which earns you a groan from Josh.

His wet fingers trace down your body, passing your nipples and giving it a light pinch, causing you to slightly arch your back, pull your bottom lip between your teeth, and let out a small squeal. You feel him lightly chuckle into this kiss from your reaction, and he continues to rake his saliva coated fingers down your body, only slightly touching you, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers make their way down to your mound, teasing you and caressing you there, making you wiggle around in anticipation. The kisses move from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck. Josh makes sure to take his time there, sucking more dark marks onto your warm skin. His fingers prod at your entrance, collecting just enough slick to ghost his fingers over your clit.

“J-Josh..” You say in a strangled voice, his teasing making it hard to find your words. Your hips involuntarily stutter into his fingers.

“Yes~?” He replies in a low, sultry teasing tone, urging you to say more. You could feel the bass of his voice vibrate against your neck and it only enhanced all the senses you were feeling. Josh slightly lifts his head from your neck to make eye contact with you. With his eyes dark, lidded, and his hair tousled only enhanced his looks in this moment.

“P-please..” You can feel yourself become bashful under his stare and you find it hard to keep eye contact. It's still hard for you to believe that you're even in this position with Josh right now. All the nights you lay in bed alone imagining what it would feel like to be this close to you in such a state is finally coming to fruition.

Fingers trace their way up your torso, circling around your breast, and tracing back down.

“C’mon. You're a big girl, use your words~” Josh teases. You swallow thickly, your fingers raking up into his brown locks. The smooth strands of his hair being gripped by your hands roughly as you gain your focus to speak.

“Please, I need you to fuck me. I’ve been needing this for so long..” You whisper breathlessly. Josh’s lips part a bit, and something changed in his eyes. They seemed, hungry. Frantic. Desperate, even. It sent chills through your veins and you found it enticing.

“Well look at that, she CAN speak. Such a good girl~ Your wish is mine to grant..” Josh licks his lips as he makes his hands to your breasts, fingering your nipples sensually. Your back arches, and you can feel your pussy throbbing more for friction. You let out a soft moan, which Josh laps up when he places a rough and hard kiss to your lips. His hands find their way to your waist and up to grip your ribs. His fingers rub against your bones, inciting a welcomed tinge of pain. He breaks the kiss slowly as he leans up and looks at you with a pure sex filled gaze,

“I’m gonna need you to prepare yourself, ok? You think you can handle that?” He whispers.

You give him a confused look. “Why?”

He smirks, and places his dick at your dripping wet entrance-your body instinctively jerks on his tip. “Because I’m gonna rearrange your guts.”

Before you can react, he firmly plunges himself inside you. The amazing stretch of his length inside you makes you whine out, and he quickly covers your mouth. “Shh, don’t want everyone to hear us now do we?” He mutters into your ear. You shake your head and whimper as he picks up the pace. Your juices coat his dick which makes it easier to adjust around him. The pressure and harshness was so new to you, you didn’t know how to cope. Your legs wrapped around his waist and hands gripped his hair more. His pace was fast but also steady-your body was writhing underneath him. Loud moans and gasps were muffled by his hand that was trying to escape. His own breathing was labored but controlled, and his eyes were shut tightly. You could tell he was enjoying this to the fullest.

He pushed two of his thick fingers into your mouth, and your tongue happily licked them up and down. You guys made eye contact as you did so and you could feel his dick twitch inside you from it. “You have, NO idea how long I’ve wanted this [Y/n]. I fucking missed you so much. I’ve dreamed about this for so long, God you feel incredible.” Josh breathlessly claims, taking his fingers out.

You drink up his praises like a dehydrated pup, and your heart starts to beat faster than it ever had. “I missed you too Josh, I’ve wanted this for so long as well. I’ve wanted to be with you like this since I left the mental ward. Jesus, all I’ve thought about was you.” Josh’s eyes flicker for a moment. Like a deep thought crossed his mind. His expression dropped slightly, but just as quick as it came it was gone. You were gonna ask about it until he pressed his lips on yours and continued to pound into you and it erased any thought you had.

His fingers dig into your flesh, his nails were definitely gonna leave marks. But you didn’t care. All you could think about was his dick absolutely demolishing you. The sounds of your guys’ combined moans and his cock fucking your wet cunt was all you could focus on. Josh brings a hand down from your waist to your clit. His finger pads work on it in rough yet gentle circles, coaxing out intense shocks of pleasurable waves through your body. Your hips thrust into his to match his pace as you chase your high. “C’mon baby, you got this. Let yourself unravel. I want to feel you cum on my dick~” Josh coos against your lips. You whine out a moan as you nod, putting your attention on your upcoming orgasm.

The way his cock was rubbing up into your walls, the way his hips were slapping into yours, his groans echoing into your ears; it was all you could’ve asked for and more. You were going crazy. Your hands went to his back, your fingers digging into his toned body. Your nails leave harsh mark lines to show your..Intense actions with each other, you could say. But you didn’t care. And Josh was certainly loving it. The pain and pleasure mixed into one was making the euphoric atmosphere between you two, far more enjoyable than you guys would have imagined.

You were almost there, you were almost reaching your peak; everything was building up and up. Josh clasps his free hand around your neck, lightly and effectively choking you while never halting the movement of his fingers on your clit and the pounding of his cock. All you're able to do is arch your back and moan in delight as you instinctively reach to hold onto Josh's hand and wrist that's gripping your neck. Josh's thrusts start pistoning into you with such force and roughness that it deliciously rubbed against your inner walls in all the right spots, his fingers on your clit moving at a rapid pace, and his grip tightening ever so slightly on your neck, you were on cloud nine. You feel the pressure in your lower regions build higher and higher, almost as if it was about to pop. You were so close.

Josh leans in close, his warm panting breath tickling your ear. You're not sure what he's doing and everything is happening too quickly before you can find out. You feel something wet and warm sensually slide from your jaw to your cheekbone, the peculiar feeling sent shivers down your spine. That's when you realize Josh just licked the side of your face, taking you completely off guard in such a pleasurable way. You didn't know Josh could turn you on and heighten this moment more than he already has-

“You’ve earned it. Now fucking cum.” He commands in a stern, dominant tone. This is all it takes to push you over the edge, the pressure finally popping. Your vision fades slightly and you feel your eyes roll. All the muscles in your body tensed and tightened, your back arching. Your mouth opens, probably ready to let out an incredibly loud moan but you can't tell anymore. Josh continues to ride you through your orgasm, never stopping his pace and movements on your clit.

All you feel is wet; so, so wet. Your thighs, the sheets under you-Josh‘s hips that were slamming into you; everything felt drenched. You don't find out why until your vision fades back to normal, leaving you to look down where you and Josh were connected. Everything was completely soaked in your cum. You can feel your face burn red as Josh stares at you surprised, his hips stuttering. “Fuck, baby- did you just…?” You had squirted for him, because of him, and it was the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his life.

You weren't expecting this to happen, so you do all you can think of, and just nod. This only causes Josh to speed his thrusts, chasing his orgasm and in turn overstimulating you. “Shit- you're so fucking dirty, baby.” He accentuates each world with a deep thrust. Watching you squirt for him was all he needed to push himself over the edge, his head rolling back, his grip on your neck tightening and untightening. Josh lets out the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard a man make when his seed spills into you, filling you up. (Thank God you were on birth control though, because if not this moment probably wouldn’t have felt like it did). Heavy breaths and broken moans leave both of your guys mouths as Josh slows his pace to a halt, releasing his grasp from your neck and using his hands to hold his weight above you, head dipped catching his breath.

This was the most beautiful and erotic experience to ever happen to you-and Josh as well. You were so overstimulated your body and nerves were literally vibrating inside your skin. You soak up Josh’s form utop; his messy brown locks pulled in all sorts of directions that made him look so sexy, the sweat accumulating on his beautiful olive skin, it was all so intoxicating to see. You look down and huff a small whimper of disappointment when he slowly pulls out of your dripping cunt. He lets out a deep groan when he looks at you, all disheveled and covered in each other's cum. What a gorgeous sight to behold.

“Wow, Marbles..” Josh mumbles as he soothingly rubs your thighs to relieve some tension from your muscles. “..Never thought I’d have a girl squirt for me. What an honor~” You scoff at his teasing comments and use a hand to lazily swat at him.

“Oh shut up. You liked it anyway.” You remark. He catches your hand and raises a brow. “Liked it?” He repeated. He uses your hand to travel down to your coated pussy and sticks your two fingers inside you-your body twitching a bit from the contact, and pulls your fingers out and into his mouth.

Your cheeks flush incredibly red at the sight; his eyes close and he moans against your hand as his brows furrowed in pleasure. You can feel his tongue slowly lick up the fluids from your fingers, and GODS was it hot. He pulls your fingers from his mouth and opens his eyes and leans in for a rough kiss. He sticks his tongue into your mouth and forcefully flushes some of the mixed cum into your mouth-earning a surprised muffled gasp from you. But you don’t reject it. Instead you allow it and embrace the taste.

It was bitter, sweet, and salty all at the same time. You never thought you’d enjoy this kind of taste before, until now. Because it was with Josh. He leans back a bit, smiling that oh so adorable smirk he always had on, “I don’t like it, [Y/n]. I fucking love it.”

You smile weakly, the exhaustion catching up to you. “Is that so? Well I guess we should do this more often then, huh?”

Josh’s eyes sparkle at your words, and nods enthusiastically. “Yes PLEASE! I would love a second round of the bone zone with you.” You both laugh at his eager tone and playful words-taking this moment to just relax and be happy with one another.

“Okay you're done.” You smile and mock roll your eyes at him. Josh just stares at you with that stupid-adorable grin and you playfully shove your hand in his face, shielding his eyes from you. Josh just prys your hand away from his face and pins it down beside your head. “Come on don't be like that, you know you love me~” He deeply whispers close to your face and leans in for a sweet kiss, your lips moving against each other's for a few seconds. You stare into eachothers eyes in silence for a little, Josh looking at you with adoration and much more. If only this moment could last forever.

“Alright I gotta go pee.” You break the silence, your bladder crying out to you causing Josh to roll off of you, letting you sit up. “Well, can I watch?” He asks which you take so unseriously and roll your eyes. You start to dress yourself, getting ready to put your panties on your sticky body before Josh stops you, handing you a towel and you thank him.

“Is there anything you need or want me to get while you're in the bathroom?” Josh asks genuinely, and you find it sweet.

“Uhmm… just a cup of water would be good,” you give him a warm smile while wiping yourself off and changing into your clothes.

“Alright I got ya. The bathroom is the door right across from mine.” Josh informs you, continuing to pull on his boxers and leaving you to take your time to ogle his half naked body. It was still hard for you to believe that you were able to get so close to Josh, see each other again, and then be intimate with each other. You weren't here for a quick fuck and then leave, you wanted to stay for the endgame, to go out on cute dates together, to spend nights in eachother’s rooms watching stupidly bad horror movies, playing video games, and waking up next to eachother. You just hoped Josh felt the same way, but you think you're confident he likes you.

After changing back into you clothes, minus your sweater, you leave Josh's room. The colder air of the hallway in the lodge wafting in your face. As you open the bathroom door, you could feel the transition from expensive hardwood floor to expensive tiles underneath your feet.

After finishing with the toilet and washing your hands, you take some time to look at yourself in the mirror. It's still so hard for you to wrap your head around what just happened, you feel like a giddy school girl. Months and months of crushing finally lead to something and you can't help but want Josh to be your boyfriend.

Josh was waiting for you back in his room, ready with a cold glass of water for you. You open the door to him sitting on his bed, unfortunately now fully clothed, messing around with something on his phone. Josh's eyes reach yours and he gives you a small smile grabbing the water for you off of his nightstand. You take a seat next to him on the bed, taking the water from his hand, thanking him.

As you raise the glass to your lips, you can feel Josh’s gaze on you, staring, taking glances between his phone and you. As you take a few big gulps, a small voice in the back of your head wonders why Josh is watching so observantly while you drink water. The water's cold, refreshing and you finish about half before you're satiated, reaching over him to set it back on the nightstand.

You and Josh continue to talk with each other for a little bit. During the whole conversation Josh would periodically glance at his phone, checking the time, but you weren't sure why. Only 15 minutes into your conversation you start feeling off. You can't explain the feeling. It's as if your body is slowing down. You've reduced your responses down to nodding along with lidded eyes.

“Josh… I’m- m’not feeling good…” You manage out that one sentence, hopefully it's enough for Josh to understand.

“Hey.. just lay down a bit, yeah?..” You feel a warm hand on your back and another on your shoulder guiding you to lay down the bed.

It doesn't feel right anymore, this doesn't feel right. You don't feel good but it's not like you're sick. It feels like your body's slowly shutting off. You can’t really make out what's going on around you. It's like everything is in slow motion. You try to open your mouth, but it suddenly feels dry and your ability to speak goes away. You try to raise a limp arm off the bed, but it doesn't go far; you no longer have control over your own body.

You see Josh's face looking down at you, calculating and watching your every move. You were drugged. You're sure of it. From what, the water? Nothing tasted off, right? Why though? Why would he do this? Why would this happen? Everything was going fine, right? Right..? The only thing you could think about was betrayal and fear you felt in this moment. What was going to happen to you?

The last thing you see is Josh standing above you, peering down at you with a torn look on his face, making no move to help. Many emotions washed over you; hurt, betrayal, and confusion. But you're not able to process them before you let go of consciousness, the world around you fading. And then..It went dark.

[a/n]: here's the long awaited chapter! Sorry for taking so long we got way busier than expected. One of us ended up moving to the next town over so it took a while to get free time to write. All the other chapters should be coming out a lot faster now!

Taglist: @puppygirlella @sigma-alpha-writer-chad

[dexlexia]

have a lil faith - aki x reader

pairing: aki hayakawa x reader rating: 18+ summary: have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. - prompt list tags: pwp, smut, rough sex, d/s, filth, choking, aki wants it rough

Aki wasn't like most men. Most men didn't hunt devils for a living and took a bit of pride every time he beheaded one. Most men weren't bound by demonic contracts to serve these beasts in which it would eventually kill him. Most men worked in offices and ran from devils. There was something that possessed Aki to go to such lengths to destroy them all. 

You didn't often see this possession outside of the battlefield. But there had been times, late at night with most of the lights turned off. When it was just the two of you under the glow of the city lights, that you saw the possession in him. It was like a devil had taken over, letting his darkest desires run without consequence. 

It started over dinner, Aki had made you a lovely spread. You had been working yourself so hard lately that he wanted to treat you. He smiled at you while you devoured his food. But even with his hair down and in casual clothes, you could see a tint in those blue eyes. 

Your gaze met his as you sipped soup from one of the bowls. His eyes were trained on you, but you could tell something was different about his gaze. Usually it was warm when you two were relaxing, or careful when you were fighting devils. But this was a third way, like he was planning out all the things to do to you that evening. He carefully ate, his gaze didn't leave yours for even a second as he helped himself to his cooking. 

You put the bowl down and patted your mouth clean with a napkin, ”What are you looking at me like that for, Aki?“ You leaned forward across the table and removed some crumbs from the side of his mouth. You noticed his gaze dropped to the sight of your partially exposed cleavage.

He exhaled through his nose before he met your eyes once more, ”I'm just thinking. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, can I not admire her.“ His cock twitched in his sweatpants as he put his chopsticks down.

  "Tell me what you're thinking about.“ You were curious, you could only imagine what the look he was giving you meant. 

He took a sip from his glass, ”Honestly. I'm thinking about gagging you and tying you up. Then fucking you until you're a mess on the bed. I want it to hurt.“

The bluntness of his statement made you choke slightly, but you quickly recovered. Never had you ever done that with Aki. Usually sex with him was quick moments in tight spaces in between missions. He neve truly laid you out and made it hurt. The thought of it excited you. 

  ”wow.“ You replied. 

  ”Does that scare you?“ He asked as he put his cup down. Blue eyes looked at you as if they were staring right into your soul. This forward approach made your stomach flip in excitement. 

  ”No, Aki.“ You replied as you put down your chopsticks, ”I trust you.“ You watched him get up and go around the table as he took your hand and led you to the bedroom. 

He wasn't as gentle as he normally was, usually he tried his best to make you as comfortable as possible, but by the time he got you into the bedroom that was long gone. He grabbed you by the hair and tossed you onto the bed. The evening lights from the city pooled in through the window, illuminating your body as he got on top of you and started to pull at your clothes. 

This was when you started to question if he was possessed. But nonetheless it excites you. Usually Aki was a tender, sweet lover. So to see this other side of him, enthralled you. You rubbed your thighs together in excitement as he got you naked. He even smacked your ass a few times as he got off your underwear with ease. 

He loomed over you, his cock pressed up against his pants. He gazed down at you, the shadows casted in the evening by his long hair left his face partially hidden.

  ”Aki.“ You moaned as you looked up at him. 

He exhaled deeply through his nose, ”That's it. I like when you say my name. Makes me feel like I own you.“ 

You swallowed, ”I'll be yours forever, Aki.“ You tried to reach out for him to pull him into a kiss. But instead he took a hold of your wrists and pinned you down the bed. Your heart raced in your chest as your eyes met once more. 

  ”Let me take charge.“ He replied before he pulled you in for a searing kiss. In the process he let go of your wrists and started to get undressed. He only broke the kiss to get the sweatshirt over his head. Once he was nude, he pinned you back to the bed and started to kiss down your skin, ”Mine.“ He said it almost like a silent prayer. 

You melted into his touch as his other hand snaked down between your legs and started to finger you. His digits grazed along your clit and it made your back arch in response. The feeling was euphoric. The kisses continued as he started to suck on your breasts. His teeth grazed along your nipple and you moaned loudly into the air. 

  ”Please, Aki.“ You moaned as your back arched up into him. 

  ”Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it.“ His mouth was in your ear as he whispered, ”Have a little faith.“  Before he dug his fingers deeper inside of you which made you moan even louder. It was like music to his ears, he thought you sounded like a dream as he bullied his fingers deep inside your aching cunt. 

You were a dream come true, he only ever wanted your sweet body. He wanted to see how far he could push you before you broke. The thought aroused him as his cock rubbed against your thigh as he sucked on your nipple. 

  ”So good for me.“ He groaned as he rubbed his cock up against your thigh. He gripped onto you tightly as he continued to finger you. He spread his fingers slightly which made your toes curl from the sensation. He loved the sweet noises you made as he finger fucked you. 

You two stayed like that for a while, with Aki edging you to make sure you didn't cum before he had his way with you. Your moans were high pitched as your back arched with every sharp sensation of pleasure. He tugged on your nipple with his mouth which only added to the noises you made. 

  ”So good for me.“ He repeated. He meant it, you felt amazing under him. You were a dream come true. Eventually he moved away from your body and rested on his heels in between your legs. His cock at full attention. He could see harsh marks on your skin where he was playing with your breasts. He sight made his cock bob in anticipation. 

  ”Aki.“ 

  ”Good girl.“ 

He started to stroke his cock over you, admiring the rise and fall of your chest. You looked angelic under him. Oh, how he thought about absolutely ruining you. He leaned forward and pressed a hand against your throat, he felt you swallow under his touch. He pressed a little harder and his cock twitched.

  ”I want you.“ 

  ”I want you too, Aki.“ Your voice was a little strained as he gazed into your eyes. This was like nothing you had ever done with him before. 

He pulled your thigh up to his hips and made you hold onto him as he guided his cock into you. You moaned and he pressed his hand further into your throat. You moaned, the noise came out strained and it made his heart race. He pushed fully into you and brought your other thigh to his hips. You wrapped your legs around him and held onto him. 

He pinned your arms above your head as he held your throat. He started to thrust up into you. the noises you made as he fucked you only turned him on further. The rush of fucking you was amazing. He couldn't imagine anything else quite like that, it was an arousing feeling as he drilled his cock into you. 

You were perfect under him, maybe he needed to fuck you like this more often. Just pin you down and fuck you until completetion. He grit his teeth as he thrusted his hips, burying his cock as deep as it would go. The look on your face as you experienced your own pleasure was enough to keep him going. He loved the faces you were making as he fucked himself into you. 

  “You look amazing.” He said. 

  “Thank you, Aki.” You croaked. You gripped your legs around his waist as he continued to move against you. Your moans were loud as your mouth hung open, his cock buried deep inside of you, bruising your insides as he did your chest. You looked divine to him, something he never though he'd ever experience, a woman willing to let him fuck her as much s he wanted. 

He was obsessed with you, that was why he wanted to go rough. He wanted a lingering piece of him everywhere you went. That even when you were apart,  the ache of him still remained. It was a beautiful feeling, one that you both knew you'd return to often. 

He pressed further on your throat and you made a pained noise, the sound made Aki's cock twitch and spill precum into you. His pace became erratic as he kept moving. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and he felt sweat on his brow as he kept fucking you. The pleasure came in large waves that covered him completely. The feeling was incredible, like nothing he had ever felt before. You were his and only his, and the curl of possession sat in his gut as he continued to press his cock up against your cervix, effectively bruising it for the next few days. 

The be creaked as the two of you fucked wildly on it. His breathing came out in hard puffs as he watched your flushed face grow more red. He licked his lips and pulled you in for a kiss by your throat. The kiss was sloppy, it was hot and wet as you moaned into his mouth in an effort to verbalize the pleasure you were feeling.

The pressure of his hand around your throat turned you on. It was a dark, sick part of you that made you feel like a possessed woman.You wanted him to bruise and fuck you. You wanted it to hurt more than anything, you wanted the lingering reminder of his body against yours for days on end. You wanted to look in the mirror every morning and see his dark marks on your skin. 

You moaned loudly into the kiss as he applied more pressure. The sound of wet fucking filled the air along with your moans and heavy breathing. He grit his teeth as the shiver of pleasure raced up his spine and made him see stars. There was nothing quite like this, even in his limited experience having sex. He had never fucked someone quite like this and the euphoric feeling was what he was chasing after.

  “That's my good girl.” He groaned as he kept fucking you. The need for release became overwhelming. You were on the same boat as you moaned against him. You felt sweaty all over and he fucked you with little abandon. 

  “Fuck! Aki! Ah!” You gasped into the air of the bedroom. And with two more hard thrusts, you both came at the same time. It was like a crashing wave against the shore during a storm. 

And then you both collapsed onto the bed in a heap. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room as Aki pulled you into his arms and kissed where he choked you. He rubbed your thigh as he held you, making sure you were okay. 

  “How was that?“ He asked. 

  ”That was amazing.“ You replied, still out of breath. 

  ”Did I scare you?“ He asked. The possession that took over him had left his body. He was back to being the caring, kind Aki Hayakawa you knew and loved. 

You turned in his arms and looked into those blue eyes. You cupped his cheek and gave him a small kiss on the lips, ”It was perfect, Aki. You were amazing.“

He swallowed and between heavy pants asked, ”Do you want some tea? Maybe some water?”

You smiled up at him, still sweaty and flushed, “Of course, Aki. I'd love some tea.” You wanted to reassure him that you weren't scared or hurt, that it was a fun little endeavor that you both took part in.

He relaxed against you before he pulled you in for another kiss, he then got up and handed you your clothes. Sweet, sweet Aki, who knew there was such a demonic streak in him. Especially in the bedroom. 

[lieu-rey]

NEED YOU TO RAMBLE ABOUT INEZ RIGHT MEOW

SAY LESS>:3

I ramble alot about inez to my friends but it's always thoughts that I randomly get and yall on here wont quite have the full context FJRHFNDN...... but where do I even start......

personality wise, inez is talkative, rowdy, and a very restless person: she might go insane if she's not constantly doing something with her hands. she has no problem being blunt despite how people might perceive her or any consequences she might face. she's a very determined person, but it also makes her incredibly stubborn. nonetheless, she has a heart of gold, she's compassionate and caring, and she has her silly moments<3

i think one of the biggest things that should be known about inez as a character is that she carries alot of shame, experienced alot of fear during her upbringing, and because of that, she hides behind a tough and angry facade and wanting to prove that she's more than the abandoned, scared child she was. maybe...she still is....

I had mentioned in an ask that I was thinking about her relationship with dutch. unlike with many of the gang members, dutch wasn't the one who brought inez to camp, it was arthur. however, dutch still became a big influence in her life.

when she joins the van der linde gang, she was expected to do the work of the rest of the women in camp, but inez was insistent about learning to shoot guns and going on missions. arthur does teach her how to shoot a variety of guns, but arthur argues against putting her in missions. despite the pushback from arthur, dutch ultimately was the one who decided to allow her to go on missions: "lets just see what she's capable of, arthur." she does a bit of spying and scouting, but doesn't start going on some small missions until she's around 15. arthur doesn't like it, he doesn't like that dutch is making him out to be the bad guy for not wanting such a young girl doing the missions of grown men.

inez, on the other hand, loves it. for inez, dutch was validating her and she felt like he was one of the few people who wasnt underestimating her and treating her like a child (which she was. she was a teen nearly the whole time she was in the gang), but for dutch, its simply a ruse to keep her in the palm of his hand, playing a part for her like he does for everyone else: they're all in the cult that is the van der linde gang as we all come to find out. to dutch, inez is one of his followers and ultimately means about as much to him as the nickel in his pocket.

it's not until way later that inez herself realizes that dutch was only playing into her need to be taken seriously. all in all, this just makes her furious more than anything...

MOVING ON FOR A FUN FACT: one of the biggest reasons she wants to be a doctor is bc of a typhoid fever outbreak at the convent: some people died, and inez herself, who was 8 at the time, almost died from it too. the care that the nuns gave to those who were sick inspired inez and she knew then that she wanted to be someone who could help prevent suffering and death.

she reads alot of medical books that she finds or steals so she's knowledgable about how different diseases are treated or how certain injuries should be cared for. this might sound weird, but she derives pleasure in having people's lives in her hands: not in a serial killer way, but because she knows she can do something about what's ailing a person. one of her dreams is to open her own clinic one day.

[yuikomorii]

i literally want to know your opinion on Ruki because this man is insufferable. he acts like he is mighty and intelligent but ayato is better than him. I will not forget what Ayato do the sacrificial brides because he also deserves a punishment but I know he will accept it ( we only need to see how he reacts to the revelation of all his mother’s bad treatments and how he forgave her quickly and when he said to KarlHeinz that he is going to beat him because of all the things he did to other people = yeah… Ayato thought about all victims of KarlHeinz in the final battle + when he said to Laito he can count on him even if he hates him + how is Ayato in LE …) which means Ayato is deep down humble and is full of regrets and guilt and wants the best for everyone

// Ruki is my second best boy, but the only times he's likeable are in his own routes and in Azusa's LE one; otherwise, he's a terrible person, and saying Ayato is better than Ruki is not an opinion, but a fact.

Nonetheless, it's perfectly reasonable to say that Ayato isn't your cup of tea because you prefer Ruki, who is a more complex character because he's so dual: cold-hearted in general but such a sweetheart in his routes (those are reasons why I love him too).

It was confirmed in an official short story that all Ayato did to the previous sacrificial brides was feed off them, which is understandable given that he needs blood to survive and humans are simply prey to vampires. I'd rather blame those who tortured the brides (I suspect Kanato and Laito) and, especially, the Church for sending them to a house full of demons.

Ayato and Ruki are basically in antithesis. Rejet describes Ayato as "the friendliest and most approachable DO-S," whereas Ruki is described as a fake person, in their first character sheet. Ayato is according to Laito a pure-hearted and upright person, therefore he is very prone to love unconditionally, not only his S/O but also his brothers or even Cordelia, whereas Ruki might be relatively smart and calculated but he is so obsessed with Karlheinz and his plan that he would betray his brothers without thinking twice.

The thing that bothers me the most about Ruki is not that he’s a snake in other routes, but that he never faces consequences. He can ruin someone’s life and nobody would confront him.

Take a look at Ayato’s LE route, when Yui found out Ruki’s and Reiji’s plan, Ruki was there smiling at her while he calmly said that he plotted her man’s downfall and he also added “I suppose now you hold a grudge against me” and Yui was like “Not at all, I do understand that you must have had a hard time accepting that Karlheinz-sama chose him”, which honestly was such a bad move. It feels like Ruki manipulated her to say something so stupid because I'm sure Yui would have called him out for his bad behavior, and it would have been far more Yui-like to say “I understand your motives and I get that you must have had a hard time accepting that Karlheinz-sama chose Ayato-kun, but your actions were still wrong and this could have been solved in another way.” Don’t just let that slide because jealousy will never be an excuse to drive someone to end it all.

Furthermore, is it just me, or does Ruki refuse to accept reality? Or maybe he's just unhealthily delusional.

Ruki regards himself as "someone who has always been afraid of getting his hands dirty"... Are you for real? I'm not even going to mention other routes, but he was a little devil as a child. He abused and humiliated his own servants, and he was likely the cause of a young girl drowning. Are you serious when you say you're afraid of being unfair and dishonest when you've done heartless things since you were a toddler??

He tries so hard to excuse Karl and even convinced himself and his brothers that he gave them a second chance to redeem himself from his atrocious acts, which is not true at all because he used them as mere pawns. I can’t deny that thanks to him all four of them met but at the same time someone should have given them a reality check in order to stop worshipping someone who doesn’t deserve it. “What that man did was incredibly devastating but every cloud has a silver lining because I was able to meet you guys” sounds way more normal than the actual “That man might have tried to redeem himself, that’s why he gave us our lives back” that was written in the route.

The fact that he quickly excused Karl's actions also makes him appear very uncompassionate. When he met his father, who had been turned into a ghoul, he told him that Karlheinz had killed a lot of people in order to turn them into ghouls, but Ruki dismissed that because Karl had given him and his brothers a second chance. He doesn't care about all the victims, or how many people suffered as a result of Karl's selfish actions; he's just glad HE got it better than them.

Going back to Ayato, his hatred towards him is unnecessary and makes Ruki look very puerile.

Even in MB, his job was to tempt Eve, not to degrade Adam. He dared to tell Ayato “That’s why nobody loves you” and got stabbed afterwards, so how dumb can you be to literally provoke a vampire way stronger than you are with something that triggers him?? Ruki knew exactly what he was doing, he was aware Ayato was insecure about not finding someone to love him and the fact he used his insecurities against him is pathetic.

I also don’t understand why he holds such a grudge against Ayato when he did nothing wrong to him. I understand that he might find him annoying since the feeling is mutual but a truly smart person would ignore such people rather than making matters worse. Ruki acts as if Ayato is the source of all his misfortune, even though he had no idea who Ruki was before MB, lol.

I'm sure if he apologized or at the very least, showed some —empathy—, fewer people would dislike him. Even Reiji, who’s an envious and proud individual, regretted what he did to Shu and Yuma at some point because he knew it was wrong but Ruki absolutely never felt any sort of guilt for what he told and did to Ayato, even though Ayato was visibly worried for him when he fainted in CL.

I know this fandom likes to portray Laito as the most cruel Diaboy, but I think Ruki takes the cake. It’s undeniable that Laito harmed many people, but unlike Ruki, he was actually shown remorseful about it. Sometimes I even wonder how would Ruki react to an antagonist as insufferable as he is in other routes. I seriously doubt he'd handle well getting a taste of his own medicine.

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 8

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (5.9k), Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes) 

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

GIF credit.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, August 29 (series masterpost here)

The tumultuous day has arrived.

You stand outside of the room door, clampy hands wrapped around a thick file and bottom lip bruised from your constant gnawing. Your eyes remain latched onto the ticks coming from the clock hanging on the opposite wall, the seconds easily flying by.

You’re not the only one submerged in the countdown.

“I’ll begin in five minutes.”

“–it’s just a meeting, how hard can it be?”

“What if the information is wrong?”

It’s difficult not to chime in with the various murmurs coming from other employees in the Sales and Finances department, but nonetheless, you know it’s wrong to say that you’re unaffected by them.

All of your previous meetings consisted of quick overviews and basic updates about the new product. However, Soyou had approached you for this one specifically, requesting if you could present your information to the higher up’s of your department and consequently, take a role in leading it.

The opportunity is golden, and it sends you a flood of both genuine surprise and disbelief. 

On a normal day, you would be pretty content with it. However–

Presenting something by yourself is scary. Especially in front of all the higher-ups. 

The door opens and you suck in an inhale, only for your shoulders to deflate upon realizing the man emerging before you was a part of Production and likely heading towards his own meeting.

That was another thing – luckily, you’re not the only one facing this dilemma.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” Taehyung weakly says, having been chosen by the Manager from Marketing as well.

“Don’t worry about it.” Hoseok softly mentions, an encouraging smile on his lips, “All of you have been working hard on this product launch and now this is your opportunity to prove it!”

Yoongi lets out a low grunt, dark circles lining the bottom of his eyes.

“I just want to get these meetings over with already.”

A small smile quirks up on your features and Hoseok chuckles, “That’s the spirit, hyung!”

“I think I’m going to throw up….”

Hoseok swivels, “What?”

Taehyung waves a hand against his face, “I don’t know, I just feel really nauseous and sweaty.”

Your eyes are wide and Yoongi speaks up.

“I’m not a doctor, but those sound-like symptoms from fear of public speaking.”

“Oh!” Hoseok claps his hands together, “Imagine everyone in their underwear!”

“What?!” Taehyung snaps, “Why would I want to do that??”

“It helps!” He persists, “Or you can pretend like there’s no audience!”

Taehyung groans, “Can I pretend like I don’t have to do this presentation?”

Hoseok winces, staring at him with sympathetic eyes, “Sorry, but unless you work in Human Resources, you can’t miss out on these meetings.”

Taehyung slaps a hand against his temples in a fit of realization.

“Why didn’t I just take up a HR job?!”

“Um, because you studied Marketing…?” Hoseok brings up, but two other voices pitch in at the same time.

Your eyes flicker, “Don’t you have a degree in Marketing?”

“You work in Marketing.” Yoongi states.

“Geez, I get it, I get it!” Taehyung frowns, hoping someone would have at least defended him. He whispers underneath his breath, "Tough crowd.”

Hoseok continues, “Well, best the luck to all of you!” He glances at each of you, “Yoongi, you got this! Y/N, need I say more? And Taehyung, stop pretending like you’re going to throw up!”

“I’m still nauseous!” Taehyung complains, but Hoseok frowns and continues to tell him that it was obvious how hard he was trying to get out of this.

After he chides and convinces him to go to the meeting, the four of you departed and headed towards your individual meetings.

The room is empty as you enter, paperwork and water bottles set on the table in front of each chair. Slipping into a seat right away, your eyes dart up as the door beside you widens fully.

Soyou sternly walks in, sending you a courteous smile. 

Sucking in a deep breath, employees pile in one by one, and you brace for impact.

***

There is an urge to collapse somewhere as soon as you walk out the door.

It’s astonishing, even for you, as you’re still somehow unable to process it.

You spot a mop of black hair down the hall.

“Y/N!” Hoseok chimes, spotting you frozen by the meeting room. His eyes sweep over your knotted features, concern dipping into his expression, “How was it? Good? Bad? Okayish?”

You can barely muster a single sentence, “I-It went well…”

Hoseok breaks into a giant grin that you match with a sheepish smile, eyes fixated on the thick file in your hands. To be completely honest, you weren’t expecting much to come out from this meeting. You had just assumed that things would have run through in a predictable manner – being surrounded with fellow sales representatives and of course, with opinions being thrown left and right. 

But when the finger was pointed in your direction, you hadn’t even had a speck of criticism thrown your way nor any gap in your explanations. Instead, there was only compliments and understanding, leading up to a discussion that you found yourself extremely involved in, even when questions arose.

Soyou herself has even chimed in, stating that she was impressed with how well you organized and explained all the details thoroughly. 

You blink a couple of times, still suspended in between disbelief.

“Y/N?” Hoseok shakes your arm a bit, still a little concerned with your detachedness.

You immediately smile at him, “I’m fine, just really surprised.” 

Hoseok grins at you. “What about Yoongi and Taehyung?”

Planting his hands on his hips, he lets out a huge sigh, “Yoongi was okay for the most part. Told me there was bit of an argument happening with the budget, but that was about it. Taehyung on the other hand…”

Hoseok makes it sound incredibly ominous and you immediately narrow your eyes.

“What? What happened?”

Hoseok smiles, “He’s fine – a little scared, but he was fine.”

You let out a breath of relief as Hoseok snickers, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

“Y/N!”

You swivel around, noticing Taehyung rushing over to you as Yoongi strolls behind.

“How did it go?” You question right away.

“Not too bad.” Yoongi mutters, “They were stricter on the budget because of last time, but that was about it.” 

You hum and Taehyung puffs out of his cheeks.

“I was confident the whole way through.” He shakes his head, “To think you guys were so nervous.”

Yoongi raises a brow, “This coming from the person that was nauseous?”

“I wasn’t nauseous, I was feeling sick.”

“That’s literally the same thing.”

You exchange a wary look with Hoseok, who has an amused smile plastered on his lips.

“Hey!”

At the sound of a new voice, you turn to see Bora sitting at reception, occasionally glancing at your group.

You wave at her with a smile, “I’ve been hearing a lot about the meetings happening today, how’d it go for you guys?”

“It went well, thanks for asking.” You reply, gesturing behind you, “Most of us are just tired now.”

She hums, “A lot of work, huh?”

You nod with a sheepish laugh, “Say, do you guys want to grab dinner tonight? It’ll be nice after all the hecticness today.” 

“Oh.” You blink, surprised by the invitation. Unlike your other coworkers, you’ve never quite had the chance to interact much with the receptionistbefore, typically being the one that skips out with these sort of meet-ups because of other obligations. 

“I’m not too sure…” You mumble, but then Hoseok swings an arm around you. 

There’s a glimmer in his eyes that you notice right away, and he doesn’t hesitate to respond. 

“That sounds like fun!” He glances at you knowingly, “You and Taehyung just lead the presentations for your departments, we should go!” 

“But going out…?” You scratch the back of your neck, hesitance leaking into your voice. 

“Why not?” Hoseok chirps, whirling around. 

His gaze catches Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s attention. “What do you two think about getting dinner tonight?” 

Taehyung places a dreadful hand against his chest, “Oh, I need this for sure.”

“I’ll have to make a quick call, but I’ll let you know.” Yoongi states.

“That’s no problem!” Bora smiles, “Just let me know by the end of work today.”

You nod in agreement, before heading back to your cubicle.

Walking down the hallway, your fingers glide against the screen of your phone, hurriedly typing up a message for Yuna that quickly lets her know you’ll be home late today after going out with your coworkers. She responds within seconds, a quick message that reads “have fun with your friends! :)” that makes you laugh.

You’re just in the process of turning off your phone when a voice from elsewhere beckons you.

“Who are you texting?”

A yelp leaves you and you spin around, noticing that Seokjin was only millimeters away from your shoulder and gazing at you curiously.

“Don’t scare me like that!” You hiss, heart practically racing from his sudden appearance.

“Who was that?” He asks again, innocent eyes blinking.

“My sister.” You remark a tad annoyed.

He hums, but you furrow your brows at him.

“Why did you want to know so badly?”

“Because you had this huge smile on your face.” He playfully says. 

You cross your arms, “I’ve smiled before.”

“Not like that.” He remarks with an amused grin, like he had just figured out something new about you.

You shake the thought away, “Did you get through the documents I told you to look over and work on?”

His eyes brighten, “Oh, yeah I did!” Turning to your cubicle, he scavenges around and locates the file, “It actually wasn’t too bad, but it was really boring in the office today.”

You hum, taking the papers from him as you peer around the workplace. Because of the many scheduled meetings happening during this week, there hasn't been much time left for getting your tasks done.

As a result, the cubicles near you are nearly vacant, barely anyone in sight.

“Remember how I told you about the meeting I had?” You look over the documents, studying them intently, “There’s ones for each department happening.”

Seokjin hums, curiously peeking over your shoulder as you run through his work.

For a split second – you pause. There’s a crease between your brows, and the silence you carry makes him grow apprehensive.

“What?” He questions in an instant, “Is it not good?”

“No, no, it’s–“

You flip through the sheets once again, placing a finger against your chin. 

Seokjin is puzzled by your reaction, barely able to read your impassive expression.

“It’s…” You begin again, and he perks up, “Wow….you’ve made some solid progress here.”

“Seriously?” His eyes practically shine with the response, but your eyes remain fixated on the paperwork in front of you.

“Yeah, good stuff.” You finally look up, only to see him have a giant Cheshire smile.

You raise an eyebrow in amusement, “What?”

“I got a compliment from you~” He cheekily remarks. 

You neatly set the papers down with a smile. “Well, I know progress when I see it. You did a good job with this.”

“Sorry, what was that?” He ponders.

“Huh?”

“You said something about me?” He leans closer, furrowing his brows, “I can’t seem to hear well today.”

His childishness arises a playful scoff from you, “Wow, it’s getting late. I think I should start heading home.”

“Y/N!”

You let out a laugh, walking back to your cubicle as Seokjin pouts.

***

“–the analysis shouldn’t be too difficult to do, you just need to account for all the variables.”

Seokjin hums, trailing after you as you walk through the floor. In an attempt to help him understand other aspects of the office, as well as honor the negotiable terms he had, you attempted to bring him to other departments, explaining their fundamentals roles.

Additionally, you had assumed that working in an office all day long by yourself would have gotten tedious and lonely at one point.

As a result, it’s not too difficult to notice the subtle changes in him. His eyes are considerably wide and peering around the other floors, closely taking in his surroundings while occasionally glancing over at you when you offer commentary on your part.

The end of the day arrives sooner as expected. The lights are turned off, the monitors are shut down and you grab your coat, planning to leave the facility.

“Y/N!”

You pivot to see Bora waving over to you with a smile, gesturing you to come closer with the coworkers surrounding her. Your eyes drift over to Hoseok glancing over with a smile and Yoongi standing next to him, but then you notice the absence of a certain someone. 

“Are we all set to go?” You ponder, but then Hoseok shakes his head.

“Taehyung isn’t here yet.”

You hum in response, leaning against the side of Bora’s receptionist desk next to Hoseok and Yoongi. Peeking over, you notice she’s in the midst of placing some files off to the side. 

The sound of footsteps has your head lifting, expecting Taehyung to finally join you.

But then– “Oh.”

Seokjin’s irises flicker around the table, bewildered with the appearance of so many in the near-empty office. 

“Heading home?” You wonder and he gyrates, locking eyes with you.

“Uh, yeah–“ His vision sweeps around again, “What’s going on here?”

“We’re just grabbing dinner together.” You nonchalantly reply, but then your eyes widen.

The image of a negotiable term pops into your head and you don’t hesitate to ask– 

“Do you want to come with us?”

Seokjin’s eyes light up immensely and there’s no mistaking the huge grin he holds, “Can I?”

You shrug, a smile looping on your lips, “I believe I still owe you a restaurant visit – if you’re okay with going in a group.”

“Yeah, that would be–“

“I’m here!”

Taehyung bends down, grasping his knees as he wheezes in exhaustion. You presume that even with taking the elevator up here, it was a journey just to get up to your floor.

“Great!” Bora exclaims, glancing around at the group, “I guess we’re all set to head out again!”

Her words are met with ‘hms’ and ‘yeps’ before everyone heads out, waiting for the elevator. Seokjin follows in last as the door closes, and you can’t help but muse over how he looks like an overexcited kid among a group of adults. 

The corner of your mouth upturns. 

The restaurant is nearly packed.

It’s not a simple task to find a table, especially when there’s six of you and every single one seats either two to three people. You even end up stumbling a couple of times, crowds of people bumping into you every five minutes. 

Luckily enough, you’re soon able to secure a large table that accommodates everyone. Yoongi takes the first seat at the round table and Hoseok settles down beside him. Taehyung takes the spot beside Hoseok and you sit with him as Seokjin slips in between you and Bora. 

“These noodles look really good.” Taehyung remarks, sweeping his eyes through the menu. 

“I think the rice looks nice. It’s got a mix of things in it and it’s fried?” Hoseok brings up, nudging you in the shoulder, “Sign me up.”

You smile lopsidedly at him and Bora puts down her menu, “They have drinks here! We should get some to celebrate!” 

Taehyung glances up a tad confused, “Celebrate what?” 

“The start of a new project.” She remarks with a giant smile. Taehyung still looks confused, but Hoseok pitches in. 

“I think that’s a great idea.” He exhales, “After a hectic start to that product launch, yes please to any drinks.”

Bora laughs and Yoongi hums in agreement. Her eyes roam around the table, landing on two individuals.

“What about you guys?”

Taehyung and you side-eye each other. It’s not that you don’t do drinks, it’s that–…well…

“Me and drinking?” Taehyung gestures to himself exasperatedly, “I thought we were out here to have a fun time!”

That’s just about it – you both lack the right amount of tolerance. You can’t hold your liquor down even if you tried and Taehyung has a tendency to get a little…interesting when he’s drunk.

“Didn’t you get deadbeat drunk last time and end up almost calling your boss to give a speech on having more benefits?” Hoseok chuckles and you remember Yoongi describing the incident as a ‘complete nightmare’.

“Don’t remind me.” Taehyung shivers from the memory.

“Alright, so it’s a no from Y/N and Taehyung.” Bora finalizes, gazing at you, “Would it be okay for one of you to drive us all home?”

You wince, “I don’t have a car.”

Taehyung widens his eyes, “I was planning on catching a cab.” 

Bora grimaces, but a voice you had least expected pitches in.

“I can do it.”

You swivel around, “Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” Seokjin shrugs, staring at you, “Everyone should get home safely.”

Your eyebrows raise at that, surprised from the lack of hesitation on his features. Bora takes the answer right away with a smile, glad to go all out tonight and not needing to worry.

“Yes! Thank you!”

Seokjin warmly smiles, “It’s no problem.”

  With that, you all begin ordering different dishes and drinks, conversation slipping in with ease.

***

As the hour passes by, your table is littered with plates of food and there’s different exchanges occurring.

Hoseok started off initially simply talking about work, or more specifically, the recent product launch that had everyone working more than usual. Taehyung pitches in the interesting changes being made in his marketing campaign and Yoongi mentions Namjoon, the new CFO being a good part of it, that Seokjin wholeheartedly agrees with.

Aside from that one brief mention of work, none of you stir toward that topic and you’re honestly grateful for that. But the conversation dips into something that brings a huge grin to your features. 

“Yoonsun can already speak full sentences.” Yoongi shakes his head, as if astonished, “I’ve never seen a kid his age do that.”

“Should that be given as a five-year-old?” Hoseok curiously wonders.

Yoongi boastfully grins, “Well yeah, but I’d love to see those other kids try and beat his grammar.”

Bora speaks up, “Why do I have a feeling you’ve probably framed all his certificates by now?”

“Certificates?” He says baffled, “I frame everything. Certificates, drawings, pictures.”

“Is that why you were asking Jungkook to buy you a camera?” Hoseok brings up.

Yoongi hums and someone from across the table giggles.

Bora covers her mouth, “Sorry, you just sound like such a proud father.”

Everyone laughs as Yoongi beams, not even trying to defend or protest against the compliment.

Hoseok continues to ask him more questions and you take a bite out from your dish, eyes sweeping around the table. The individuals around you are either eating or conversing with one another, wistfully listening as conversations flow with ease.

A tender smile stretches across your lips. You’re not used to things like this, typically the one that skips out with these sort of meet-ups. You can’t even count the amount of times Hoseok’s tried to persuade you to get dinner with him, or to come over to Yoongi’s house for some drinks. It’s not like you purposely didn’t want to spend time with them – you were just so occupied all the time and barely had the chance to step out from your two jobs. 

It feels a little different being here now, as your coworkers joke around and laugh, but you don’t find yourself minding in the least.

Your eyes flicker down to your food, shaking your thoughts away. However, you don’t notice the set of eyes glued to your form.

Taking another bite, your attention is drawn away by the clearing of a throat.

Peering at Seokjin puzzled, he leans against the table with his arm and faces you.

“This is completely a working theory,” He begins, “and let me know if I’m wrong, but I think I’ve realized something…”

Your brows knit together, “What?”

He leans closer to you, his finger resting against his lips like he was about to sprout out some kind of revelation.

“You’re a workaholic, aren’t you?”

You blink, attempting to process what he just said with a simple, “What?”

  He raises his hands, “See, originally I just assumed you were the nonsensical type, but then I shifted to you just having a strong work ethic and now–“

He grins in a teasing manner, “I’m starting to believe you might just suck at having fun.”

You raise a brow at the remark, “Do you usually put this much effort into your work?”

“See!” He brightens up like he just solved a mystery, “My theory does make sense!” 

You frown, “It doesn’t.”

Seokjin narrows his eyes, like he’s just getting started.

“So you aren’t able to talk to people?”

“I can talk to people.”

“You can talk to people, but you can’t make friends?”

“I can make friends!”

“So you just suck at having fun?”

“Yes! No!” You huff, planting a hand against your temples. Glancing around, no one seems to notice the match you’re having with him at the moment.

You take a deep inhale, “It’s just strange…being out like this.” You explain, “I’m usually working all the time and I don’t get these chances often…but they’re nice.”

It’s something you’re coming into terms with since being here.

Seokjin loudly gasps, like he’s made a revelation. “So you can have fun!”

You turn to him with the most deadpan expression ever and he chuckles at the sight of it.

Shaking your head, you attempt to change the topic, “So why did you want to go to a restaurant in the first place?”

It was initially an odd request that you agreed to put down, but he had offered up no explanation for it.

“I don’t know, it’s different.” He simply states, “I’m stuck in that office 24/7 now and I’d rather be somewhere else.”

You hum, well aware that while you were comfortable in that environment, he was definitely not.

“And actually…” He’s hesitant for a moment and you’re taken aback, witnessing a rare moment his confidence fleets.

But he pushes forward, “Okay, it’s stupid but you can’t laugh.” 

He stares at you like the world would end if you did and with a playful roll of your eyes, you agree.

“Fine.”

“It was a childhood dream.” He clarifies quickly, eyeing you carefully as you nonchalantly stare back, “Just a dream, but I…I thought one day, it would be cool to own one.”

“A restaurant?”

He nods and you’re intrigued, “That’s interesting.”

“Really?” He squints his eyes at you like he thinks you’re lying.

“Well, yeah.” You shrug, “Everyone has dreams.”

The image of a Manager plaque surfaces into your mind, but you silently push it away.

Seokjin hums, but he’s still staring at you like he’s confused with your simple and direct response.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to burst out laughing.”

He eyes you, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”

“And did you get that down in writing for negotiation?” You add with a smirk.

He gives you a look along the lines of ‘well played’ and a waitress approaches your table, holding a plethora of drinks.

“Here are your orders.” She says with a tired smile and you make a mental note to generously tip her afterwards.

Bora raises her hands, receiving them before distributing across the table. Majority had gone over the drinks menu with ease, but you on the other hand–

There’s a fruity pink drink that lands in front of Taehyung and a fizzy orange one in front of you.

He meets your intrigued gaze and you exchange a grin.

Taehyung might have ordered the more interesting non-alcoholic beverages for the two of you.

“This looks amazing.” Taehyung exclaims, not even hesitating to take a huge gulp as you eye your drink. To be honest, it's something you’ve never tried before and you’re definitely curious about the taste.

Taehyung lets out a happy hum and you take a sip from your drink.

A cough leaves you instantly.

He whirls around, “What is it?”

“I don’t know….” You eye it carefully, “It’s not as sweet as I expected.”

Taehyung widens his eyes, leaning over, “Can I try?”

You hum, and he takes a sip, an intrigued look crossing over him, “It seems okay to me…do you want to switch?”

You blink, “Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, why not?” Taehyung shrugs, “It tastes better to me and I don’t want you to be stuck with it if you don’t like it.”

You warmly smile at him, and he doesn’t hesitate to swap the drinks. You’re much more content with what he ordered, happier with the more evident sweetness. 

It’s not long before your glass is near empty and everyone is laughing around the table. Your eyes glance around in a daze, noticing the slight pink that’s coloured Yoongi’s cheeks and the way he’s laughing joyfully. Hoseok is next to him and couldn’t be even closer to the opposite, his cheeks puffed out and eyes sullen.

It’s almost like they’ve traded personalities and you don’t hesitate to point it out, “Well, well, what do we have here?”

Yoongi glances over and Hoseok pouts, peering in your direction, “What do you mean?”

Taehyung catches on, laughter spilling from his lips, “Did you two switch personalities or something?”

Yoongi simply grins and Hoseok’s pout deepens. It evokes hearty chuckles and Taehyung bursts out laughing as you lean against him, watching the two fondly.

“Wait, wait,” Taehyung whispers to you, “I’m going to try something.”

You nod with a giggle and he eyes Yoongi, to which the former simply smiles.

Taehyung clears his throat like he’s about to make a formal speech, “Yoongi – my man,” He plants a hand against said man’s shoulder, raising his glass, “You are truly….truely! A gift to this world.”

He immediately backs away as if scared, watching him carefully. Yoongi chuckles in response, enamoured by the words.

“Ohhh.” Taehyung turns to you with awe-stricken eyes that you reflect back at him, “He didn’t even look disgusted!! This is incredible!!!”

The laughter is bubbling out of you at an alarming rate that Taehyung echoes, the hues of your cheeks reflecting pink.

Seokjin stares at you, something unreadable in his eyes as they flicker from you to Taehyung.

He doesn’t hesitate to address it, “Are you two okay?”

Bora furrows her brows, still somewhat sober. “I was about to just ask the same thing.”

“Of course we’re okayyy!” You protest, but your words are beginning to slur. You snap your head at Taehyung, “Right?!”

“Absolutely!” You hum, “We’re 101% percent fantastic!” 

You burst out giggling at that and Taehyung joins you, but Seokjin suddenly sits up in his seat.

“Are you…?” He begins to suspect it, however it’s not until you give him a certain wide-eyed look that it all makes sense.

“They’re drunk?” Bora replies astounded. “But how…?”

Seokjin’s eyes widen, and he leans over, grabbing the menu Taehyung was using.

“I think I may have found the answer.” 

Bora tilts her head closer to him, and he shows her the section the drinks were from, the words ‘alcoholic beverages’ clumsily placed away from thelist. 

She sucks in a sharp inhale, letting out a low but dismayed, “Oh boy…” 

Her exact words echo Seokjin’s thoughts. 

“For now, we just need to keep those two under control.” He replies, and she nods in response. 

He turns around to you and Taehyung, currently in the midst of laughing over something that both of them weren’t able to catch.

Seokjin quirks up an amused brow, muttering under his breath, “I’m suddenly glad I stayed sober now.”

The shop begins to close and Seokjin grabs his coat.

“Well, this was a disaster.” Bora chuckles. 

Seokjin hums, and she gestures to you and Taehyung, “I didn’t drink much tonight because of them, so I can drop someone home. I think Hoseok mentioned he lived nearby.”

“I can take Y/N and Taehyung.” Seokjin offers and Bora smiles at him.

“Thanks, but I hope you’ll be okay with the two of them.” She raises an eyebrow in your direction, finally understanding why you and Taehyung were insistent on not drinking in the first place.

He shakes it off, “It’s fine.”

Quickly grabbing his keys, it’s not long before the group is splitting up to head home. Bora decides to drop Hoseok off home after confirming the latter wasn’t far from her. Yoongi had ended up taking a cab because of the distance, but Seokjin had made sure to see him off just in case.

Which leaves you and Taehyung, not the absolute drunkest of the group but definitely the most troublesome.

Before entering his car, Taehyung had spent considerable time gushing over it (which was weird for him to watch, to say the least) until complaining that the night was young and he wasn’t ready to go home just yet. He had to end up yanking him off the vehicle and pushing him into the front car seat, buckling him in akin to a child.

You were surprisingly a lot more understanding and agreeable in that regard, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t go through his own troubles with you. In your case, he was getting a lot of pouts and puppy eyes that were making him laugh more than actually persuading him.

He eventually manages to get you settled in the back seat, before slipping into the driver’s one and turning his keys in the slot.

The engine roars, and he peers over as he begins to back out.

“Where do you live, Taehyung?”

“On the mooonn.” He slurs with a grin.

Seokjin frowns, “I meant where do you live on earth?”

“I told you! The moooonn!”

You chime in from the back, “He’s right! I saw!”

“See?!”

It’s taking every ounce of his strength not to laugh or crack a pun in response, but instead he focuses on leaving the parking, pushing his gears in drive and heading onto the road.

He tries again, playing along, “Okay so, hypothetically if you lived on earth, where would that be?”

Taehyung pouts, “Are you trying to trick me again…?”

Seokjin smiles sweetly, “Of course not.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes for a moment, before giving in, “The apartment complex ....on the south of Moon Street.”

He grins in response and steps on the gas pedal.

***

Aside from complaining about not wanting to leave and stumbling on his feet while trying to dash away, Taehyung gets home without any issues. Seokjin sighs in relief, whirling his head around.

“Where to, Y/N?”

“To party!” You reply with a giggle and he softly smiles.

“I actually meant your place.”

You sharply gasp, covering your mouth, “Are you going to come with me?”

“I’m just dropping you off, unless you’re going to try to escape like Taehyung.”

There’s more giggles leaving your mouth and Seokjin completely turns around, gazing at you in amusement.

“What?”

“You’re complaining about Taehyung trying to run away?” Your eyes are crinkled, a giant grin stretched out on your features.

Seokjin scoffs in offense and your laughter only increases, but his expression dissolves into a smile.

“Alright, I guess I'm the last person who should complain about that.” He admits, “So if you’re not going to run away, where do I drop you off?”

“The apartment buildings on Blue Street.”

He hums, instantly whirling around and swerving onto the road. Luckily enough for him, it’s not too far from where Taehyung lives and it only takes him a couple of minutes to drive into the building after you navigate him to the exact address.

He parks the car and gets out of his seat, walking over to your side to open the door and help you out.

“Someone’s a gentleman.” You say with a giggle and he raises his brows.

“What? Don’t think someone that looks this good can’t be a gentleman?”

You laugh at that, but he’s not amused.

“What?”

You shake your head, “I’m just laughing at how much you call yourself handsome. It’s almost like your signature move.”

His eyes briefly widen before they narrow, and he plants his hands against his hips.

“And? Don’t you agree?”

You simply chuckle in response, and he’s somehow extremely offended. 

Your disagreement is like his entire existence is being questioned.

“Wait, so you don’t find me handsome?” 

You giggle in response and his mouth falls agape. 

“What is wrong with you?” He squints, leaning closer to you, “Are your eyes working properly?!”

You wince and cover your ears, “Why are you always so loud?”

He immediately falters, but the annoyance is still evident in his features. Closing the door behind you, he notices you’re stumbling on your heels and ends up walking you to the front door of your apartment. 

Letting go of you, Seokjin stares at the door. “Do you have your keys?”

You hum, brows knitted together as you search through your coat, “They should be here somewhere….”

The door comes swinging open the moment you find them, a set of naïve eyes staring back at you.

“Yuna!” You exclaim, hugging her instantly. The fourteen-year-old doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, but her eyes are glued to the person behind you.

Seokjin takes it as an opportunity to offer her a friendly wave, “Hi.”

He turns his attention back to you, pointing to your feet, “Do you think you’ll be okay?”

You hum, but instantly straighten up with a burst of energy, “Wait here for a minute!”

Seokjin squints, “Okay…?”

You suddenly rush off into the apartment, and he’s left standing at the front, next to your sister.

“Say,” He begins, “Am I horrible looking to you?”

“No.” Yuna shakes her head, “I actually think you’re really handsome.”

A huge grin spreads against his features, and he acknowledges that if a relative of yours agrees with him, there’s just something weird about you to think otherwise.

“Thanks.” He beams, raising his shoulders higher. Yuna looks at him oddly, but his eyes begin to roam around now, taking in his surroundings.

The apartment is strangely small compared to the building size, a lower roof ceiling that would be easy to bang his head on and more closed in for his own liking. It suddenly makes him feel exposed, realizing that aside from the fact that you take work way too seriously and occasionally had a sarcastic side – he really doesn’t know much about you outside of the office.

He also wonders where the rest of your family are, if they even live with you to begin with.

His questions remain lingering in the air by the time you return, a cold-water bottle in your hand that you offer to him.

He accepts it with wide eyes, “Thanks for dropping me off.”

“It’s no problem.” He smiles, turning his attention to Yuna as his voice lowers, “Make sure you keep an eye on her, she’s kind of crazy when she’s drunk.”

You scoff and prepare to rebuttal a comeback but Yuna smiles, surprising you.

“I will.” She says and Seokjin warmly smiles, before waving at you and starting to leave through the door.

“See you tomorrow!” He exclaims and you lazily hum, closing the door behind him.

The moment it shuts, Yuna turns to you with intrigue.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

Your eyes are as wide as large saucers, “What?”

  “Is he your boy–“

“No!” You emphasize, “No! Absolutely not!”

Yuna nods, looking a tad bit disappointed that makes you quirk your head to the side. You shake your head, entering into your living room as you chuckle to yourself.

You and Seokjin – what a truly interesting pair that would be.

[12romy]

Lewis & Charles and 9 or 46✨

Nothing better than some good old Chewis eheh

[9: in public + 46: our of envy or jealousy]

Charles never hated more missing the podium. Finishing fourth has rarely been this frustrating, because now, he has to watch Max Verstappen and Fernando Alonso and Nico fucking Rosberg fighting for Lewis' attention. Even George, who Charles had to fight off until the very end, sneaked into the parc fermé to hug him. He's got his paws all over Lewis, and it's starting to get on Charles' nerves.

His boyfriend just won his first race of the season - in Brazil nonetheless - and he's not allowed to congratulate him more than with a quick pat on the shoulder? This is fucking unfair.

Then he remembers. He feels dumb for forgetting something this important. Lewis and he had talked about it. They had agreed, actually, on coming out. They had a statement drafted, all ready to be posted in a couple of days.

Surely, Lewis won't be too mad at him, if he just... Kisses him now. Right there, in front of everyone. And it's not to show those bastards that Lewis belongs to him, of course not. That's like, a convenient consequence of that action. He's doing it because he loves Lewis so much that it feels like his heart might burst out of his chest if he doesn't.

Well, he truly hopes Lewis won't be mad, in any case, because now that the thought is in his head, it's stuck there.

He ignores the people in red clapping his shoulder or his arm in a tamed congratulation and makes his way through the crowd to catch Lewis before he gets to the cool-down room.

"Charles!" Lewis brightens up when he sees him, completely ignoring whatever Nico was asking him for the post-race interview. "Nico just told me Max got a penalty, you're on the podium!"

Now, that's not what Charles expected to hear. He's not lucky, usually, when it comes to racing and penalties.

He doesn't even think about being smug for stealing Lewis' attention from Rosberg because, well, Lewis is looking at him, happy and beautiful, and Charles still can't quite cope with that.

"The podium?" he exclaims, unable to hide his enthusiasm. He's gonna get to spray Lewis with champagne, he can't wait. "I'm on the podium?"

"Yes, Charles, great timing, I can interview you now," Nico cuts in, rudely, and Charles glares at him.

"Excuse me, I didn't even have the time to congratulate my boyfriend, so that'll have to wait," he growls.

He can tell Lewis is a little surprised but also a little turned on by the way his eyes widen slightly like they always do whenever Charles kisses him when he doesn't expect it, at home.

Charles focuses back on Lewis, cradling his cheek. He's making a show of it, he knows, but he doesn't need to look at Rosberg to hear him choke, and it's so worth it. He hopes there's a camera showing his face, he'll need to watch the replay.

"Congratulation, mon amour," he says, loud enough for the mic to pick it up, and Lewis leans in first but Charles is the one to close the gap between them.

There is nothing slow about the kiss. Charles presses his tongue against Lewis' lips, who parts them for him and it's gross and filthy and it will probably give a heart attack to a homophobic or two.

They're both panting when they pull apart and hear the cries of the crowd - it's hard to tell if they're booing or cheering.

They leave Rosberg there, speechless. In the cool-down room, Alonso is looking at everything but them, and he's very careful to stay as far away from them as he can during the podium.

Lewis and Charles are too wrapped up in each other to notice.

The screams of the crowd turn out to be cheering. Brazil loves its champion, after all.