#either way we're dealing with the burning house now

[levia-kun]

im ngl theres some profound feeling, knowing rich ppl will fuck you and people you love over so much one day and then they turn out to be such pathetic human beings and you wonder how this happened

ofc you understand how and why but its just

how why

[kumkaniudaku]

Stay A While (2)

Summary: Terry and Treece are feeling the sparks again.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3,659

Part: 2 of ??

Warnings: None. This one's a safe for work slow burn. Enjoy.

Previous

Grocery shopping was Patrice's private pastime. She was the queen of her universe when she walked through aisles every Saturday morning. Every flash bargain and value-sized item bent to her will for a chance at making it to her humble abode and fulfilling its one purpose in life. Employees greeted her like royalty. Customers started conversations like old friends, always giving her the scoop on any sale they'd overheard in their neighborhood Facebook groups. She was happy. She was zen. She was in her element.

"Do you need this?" 

She was a woman dragging around a large man intent on breaking any modicum of concentration she had left.

Patrice stopped and looked over her shoulder at Terry, who held a bag of cotton candy grapes up in the air for her inspection. "No, TJ. Put it down." 

"Why? You like grapes." 

"Because we're getting grapes from the farmer's market. Now, put it back."

Her rebuke was sweet but stern. Having him as a way too familiar roommate was becoming easier as the days passed. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss the freedom to go for a walk, watch a movie on the couch, or even enjoy an intimate moment alone in her own house without a man looming somewhere in the very near background. 

He didn't allow her to travel alone, and she never had the energy to protest. 

"You don't have to talk to me like I'm a kid," he grumbled as he put the grapes back in their place.

"Then stop acting like one. I have a list. I know what I need." 

"I know what I need." He exaggerated his mimicry for maximum effect. 

"You see how that was childish?" 

"Whatever." 

Patrice ignored him in favor of browsing packages of beef for the best deal. If she didn't respond, maybe he would get the hint. And, for a few moments, he did. Terry took a break in conversation to scan the immediate area quietly. He noted each patron and their most important details before checking the exit and entry points at the front of the store. They weren't secure enough, but he could manage if the situation required evacuation.

A lack of action soon turned his attention back to Patrice, who still hadn't decided. He gave her a slow once over and smiled at how much focus she put into such a simple choice. Her brow remained furrowed in intense thought, transforming her into the ninth-grade Patrice he met during a chance encounter in the library. Truthfully, he didn't have much of an opinion either way. He just wanted to talk to her every second of the day, even if it meant being annoying. 

"Get that one." 

His sudden interruption startled Patrice out of her zone, adding a final straw to an already exhausted camel's back. Terry grinned in triumph as she closed her eyes for a calming breath. 

"Terry," she spoke, slow and measured to keep the peace. "Take the other half of this list and get out of my face. Don't come back until you find everything. I'll meet you at the register." 

She didn't give him much time to protest before she shoved a carefully torn half of paper into his chest and sent him on his way. He gave her a sarcastic salute, which she waved off without a second look. She needed a moment alone and didn't care if he came back with Fruity O's instead of Fruit Loops if that meant he would be out of her hair for more than 10 minutes. 

Terry found himself slowly meandering around the grocery store with a tiny basket in tow, exhausted by all the options on each aisle. If Patrice hadn't been so meticulous with her lists, he would've given up on the mission and gone back to home base with his tail tucked between his legs. 

After sourcing the perfect pint of Oreo ice cream as an apology for his behavior, Terry found himself drawn to the sound of laughter on the next aisle. Sure enough, Patrice was parked by the frozen vegetables and engaged with a man dressed in the store's colors with his eyes directed far too low to be looking at Patrice's face. 

Terry quickly reached her location, stopping behind Patrice to show her guest the full extent of his scowl. 

Patrice noticed how his once loose body language had gone stiff and sighed. She didn't need to investigate the problem. Only her human pitbull could make a man cower in fear like that. 

"Derrick, this is Terry. Terry, this is Derrick. He usually helps me get stuff to my car." 

"Ah, man. It's a good thing I'm here, right? We don't need you taking too many breaks from stocking. Mornin' rush can get crazy." 

"Terry," Patrice admonished with a harsh whisper and an elbow to his stomach. 

Terry remained steadfast, keeping his eyes on Derrick while taking one step closer. A taunting smile tugged on the right side of his mouth. He waited on any sign of fight from his unspoken adversary. 

Derrick stood in palpable discomfort, sizing up the outcomes if he decided to test his luck. Each mental scenario led him back to some instance of physical harm on his last shift of the week. He had plans for the weekend, none involving a trip to the emergency room.

Patrice stood between a rock and a hardheaded man, praying that the Lord would end her suffering.

"That's what I was about to say," Derrick answered before shifting his attention back to Patrice. "I think I oughta get going. See you around, Ms. Ellis?" 

"Same time next week." 

He nodded in half-hearted agreement and hurried out of dodge, with Terry keeping a watchful eye until he was safely around the corner. 

Patrice groaned with one hand, rubbing tight circles at her temple. "What in the hell was that about?" 

"He wouldn't even look you in the eye. If he can't look you in the eye when he's speaking, he can't protect you, and he doesn't respect you." 

"I'm not looking for his protection. I need this water loaded into my trunk every week when you aren't here!" 

"I'll never not be here. Problem solved."

His declaration was so sure, so matter of fact, that it left Patrice no room for retort. So she resorted to schoolyard antics. 

It was her turn to mock him with an exaggerated, deep voice. "Problem solved. Push the damn cart since you got so much energy." 

He obliged without protest and a proud, self-satisfied grin that Patrice couldn't see while she led the way to the register. An unexpected system error had halted all transactions, leaving them log jammed in a long line of restless customers. 

Together, they stood sharing light banter and running through weekend tasks, resembling any other couple making a store run to strangers observing them from the outside looking in. Former acquaintances, however, had no problem drawing attention to the pair from three spots back in line. 

"I know that ain't who I think it is." Both Patrice's and Terry's eyes darted up to find the source of the loud outburst, only to whisper 'fuck’ in tandem when they spotted Katrina Spivey waving her arms to grab their attention. "Hey, Terry Richmond!" 

Terry pretended to ignore being singled out by turning his back, earning a stifled laugh from Patrice. Katrina, not one to be deterred, used the moment to push past patrons in line until she reached her destination with a host of angry faces in her wake. 

"Well, if it ain't Mr. and Miss Homecoming in the flesh. You two finally stopped kidding around and got married?" 

"No," Terry answered without much explanation, his back still turned. Patrice reluctantly made up his slack. 

"What Terry meant to say was that we're not married. We're not together at all, actually. But he's here to visit me for a while." 

"What a blessing it is to have friends you can lean on when you need a helping hand."

"Amen."

An awkward tension settled into the conversation's lull, compounded by Terry's outright refusal to engage. Patrice was in deep water without a paddle and a co-captain who had already jumped ship.

Katrina wouldn't let the conversation end and take her newfound place in line. She continued to pry.

"Both of y'all look good! How long has it been since we last saw each other, huh? Gotta be since Terry's graduation send-off." 

Patrice feigned interest with a hollow smile. "Yeah, I think that was it. A looong time ago. All grown up now."

"And thank God for it! I remember how sad you looked all night because ol' Terry was moving away. Like a little crying puppy!" 

Katrina's laughter didn't quite reach Terry or Patrice, who bristled at mentioning one of the more contentious nights in their friendship. 

"Everybody's been a little young and dumb, right? Like when you and BJ got caught underneath the bleachers during state championships." 

Checkmate. A little reminder of her indiscretions had turned Katrina's condescending smile into a mean mug that could burn through anyone not equally as stubborn. 

Terry showed his approval with a light nudge against Patrice's arm. That was his girl. Sweet as pie but a tongue coated in venom when backed against the wall. He'd been on the receiving end on one too many occasions. It felt good to be on the winning side this time. 

Three seconds of a Western standoff had culminated in a gift sent via store intercom. 

"Apologies for the stoppage, folks. Our registers are back up and running. Thanks for your patience." 

Terry moved the cart to place items on the conveyor belt while Patrice waited for the conversation to resume.

Recovering from the sharp end of a verbal lashing, Katrina cleared her throat and grabbed hold of her cart in preparation to skip lines. 

"Well, I don't wanna hold y'all too much longer. If y'all don't think you're too good to mingle with us Francis High Hornets anymore, Corey's throwing a little Juneteenth gathering at his daddy's pool hall. This is my personal invite for the both of you."

"We were already invited. Maybe we'll make an appearance." 

"That'd be grand." 

"I bet it would."

Nice nasty smiles passed between the two foes until Katrina was off to harass some other unsuspecting patron. 

Patrice tried to let go of her frustration with an angry huff before turning to catch up with Terry, who was casually moving groceries from the bagging station to the shopping basket. He waited a moment before acknowledging the obvious. 

"You over it now, or do I need to iron a shirt for tonight?" 

"I'm over it," Patrice answered plainly. She calmly handed over payment for the day's groceries and smiled ever so sweetly to bid the cashier farewell. To an outsider, she'd returned to her zen state without much effort. Terry was no outsider and kept a cautious eye on her as they loaded bags into the trunk and got settled in the front seat of her SUV. 

"You sure you're good," he asked as he backed out of their parking space. 

"I'm sure, TJ," she answered with almost too much enthusiasm. Terry started a mental countdown for the other shoe to drop. "I'll iron the shirt. You need to shave." 

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The final verdict? A plain white T-shirt. 

An hour of searching, choosing, rejecting, and choosing again led them to a plain, crisp white tee. Patrice said it went better with her yellow wrap dress, which she chose because her girlfriends were all in dresses, and she wanted to match the occasion. It all sounded like made-up bullshit to Terry. Still, he accepted being treated like a Ken Doll because it meant that his Barbie would agree to a two-hour hard stop at the festivities. 

He'd already started his stopwatch when they pulled up on a busy street in front of an even busier hole in the wall.

The smell of fresh grease greeted them upon crossing the threshold from outside into Mister C's Bar and Lounge. Fried fish, French fries, and wings in any flavor you could ask for sat in the service window, waiting for their delivery to any one of the patrons packed from wall to cinderblock wall. Terry inhaled deeply and let his scowl drop for one second to fantasize about a bite of Corey Sr.'s signature catfish and fries basket. 

Next came the familiar mix of sweat and weed near the dancefloor as bodies intertwined to some GloRilla song neither of them recognized. Thick traffic in the center of the room paused Patrice on her path to the pool tables, locking her between Terry and a crowd that wouldn't budge. 

"Excuse me!" she shouted over a swell of crowd reaction to a new song. "I need to get by!" 

No response. Not even a look back as she used a hand to create space between her and a group of men debating nonsense. Before she could try again, Terry used one hand to push her forward and his voice to clear the way. 

"Yo, step out of the way. We need to get through." Direct and to the point. He left no room for misinterpretation, and his baritone's boom left no confusion about who was calling the shots. Patrice watched with her lips slightly parted in awe. 

The first reaction to his demand was the embers of confrontation. Each member of the group sized Terry up, noticing his heavy scowl and size in comparison to their own. Then, they realized that this wasn't a winning game. 

The flashiest of the group nodded, though disdain at the mere suggestion that he was in the way kept his mouth in a tight frown. "Yeah, you good, OG. My fault." 

Another light push propelled Patrice forward as Terry maintained with each man until they had passed. 

Once they were out of the mix and nearing their destination, he advised, "Stay close." Patrice nodded her compliance, shocking Terry into a slight smile in appreciation for her obedience. 

Sparks of electricity shot between them but had no time to turn into a total current before Corey called out to them. 

"Treece! Terry! We over here!" 

Surrounded by familiar faces from Francis Edward's Class of 2010, Corey welcomed them with open arms and his ever-present 100-watt smile. At a slight 5'6", 150 on his best day, he'd always been larger than his frame would suggest. Loud and flamboyant had always been the name of his game, earning him anything he set his sights on.

It didn't take long for the trio and Corey's wife, June, to fall into familiar habits and friendly jabs at one another as they took their seats in a makeshift VIP section by the pool tables. The Three-Headed Monster was their moniker in high school, and they moved like a military force. Terry was the enforcer, while Corey and Patrice served as judge and prosecutor. If you had an issue with one, you had an issue with all three. 

"Your security is lax. Who trained them?" Terry pointed out during a dead spot in conversation. 

Corey followed his eyeline to the two young men standing at the door and back. "My boy at the sheriff's office. What you see?" 

"They look soft. It wouldn't take much to overpower them and get in for some drama. You only have one exit. Somebody breeches this place, and you're on the hook for a tragedy. Plus, the one on the left is scared. He'll be the first to leave if things get hot. Watch him."

"Impressive," June remarked, smiling at Patrice, who subtly playfully waved her off.

"Hm." Corey took a long pull from his cigar, taking in the information before responding." You here for a minute, T? I got some connections over at Liberty if you looking to get back in the swing of things." 

"Contract?" 

"Whatever you need, man. You know I'm good for it."

Terry looked over at Patrice for some indication that she believed in Corey, and she returned with a subtle nod and encouraging smile. June looked between them and then at her husband before clearing her throat. 

"It looks like Kel and his boy are back on the pool table. You know he still owes you a game from when he cheated last week." 

"Hell yeah," Corey agreed as he turned in his seat to get a look at his enemy. "Aye, T, you trynna make $100 real quick?" 

"It's either that or you gotta come dance with me," Patrice challenged. "This rum and pineapple got me feeling a little loose." 

She wasn't lying. A taste of alcohol in her system was starting to make her want to explore parts of the Patrice she thought she left at North Carolina A&T. Every heart-rattling thump of Megan Thee Stallion's latest and greatest had her thinking about reminding everyone in the room that she could move with the best of them. 

Her little grind in her seat made Terry show teeth in a small grin before he stood to his full height and looked down at her. His eyes were hooded and dreamy from some combination of exhaustion and a contact high, reintroducing that spark from before.

"Don't go too far. I'll be back with your money in a little bit." 

Patrice's tongue felt too heavy to respond coherently past a punch-drunk nod. June watched her watch him make his way down the platform and into the crowd until both men were out of earshot. 

She whistled and shook her head. "That's a good-looking man, ain't he?" 

"Who? Corey? He alright. He's like a slightly more attractive Taye Diggs." 

"First off, ouch," June laughed. "Second, I was talking about Terry. He was cute in high school, but I'll be damned if that second puberty didn't take him to a whole 'nother level." 

"Don't tell him that. His head is big enough."

"You know you wrong for that." If the music weren't so loud, everyone in the building would've heard the pair guffawing over Patrice's petty insult. 

Once they contained themselves, June took a sip from her margarita and shifted in her seat to get closer to Patrice.

"He likes you still." Five plain words shook Patrice internally as she struggled to maintain a poker face. June continued. "I see the way he looks for your approval and damn near trips on himself to fulfill your every whim. You're all he talks about when he and Corey get on the phone." 

"They talk?" 

"From time to time. I think he needs a man's opinion sometimes, you know?" 

Patrice wrestled with the influx of information as June continued. 

"That man is mean as a snake. Always has been and always will be. But, you bring something out of him. Even if you can't always see it." 

"If that were the case, things would've been different for us back then." 

June shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe you're right where you're supposed to be. I know I can't make you do what you don't wanna do, but if what I say means anything, focus on today. Thirty-two-year-old Terry is so much more prepared to love you than eighteen-year-old Terry was." 

Punctuating her advice, June tapped Patrice's leg twice before taking a step away to refill their tray of food. 

Focus on today.

The words replayed in her mind repeatedly; even after their two hours were up, Terry had returned $100 richer, and they were back on the road to their quiet slice of the world. 

They rode together in content quiet, letting the Quiet Storm host talk while Terry tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music. 

Randomly, he would glance in her direction, assuming she had lost the sleep battle to her old friend Bacardi. When he reached over to adjust the air vent on her side of the car, he was surprised when she mumbled a low "thank you." 

"My bad. I thought you were sleeping." 

"No. My head is swimming, though. Don't let me drink that much anymore." she laughed. 

He chuckled along with her but didn't agree to keep her from letting her hair down occasionally. In his eyes, seeing her relaxed and carefree was a gift to the world. 

The opening notes of Tevin Campbell's "I'm Ready" swirled around them, sounding like a secret message to Patrice as she focused on streetlights to keep the contents of her dinner inside her stomach. 

"Hey," she whispered before she could catch herself. Terry acknowledged her with a glance. "Do you think you're still scared?" 

"Of what?" 

"Of whatever kept you away for so long?"

He thought for a moment, wanting to make sure he was clear with his word. "No. I was never afraid of you. I was afraid of bringing you along for a ride I might not survive. That's not a threat anymore. So, no, I'm not scared anymore."

You know I'm ready

To love you

Forever 

Patrice reached across the center console until she reached Terry's hand to interlock her fingers with his. He gave her an appreciative squeeze without taking his eyes off the road. 

"I-I don't think I'm scared anymore either."

Her heart raced wildly behind her ribs, and Patrice was that if Terry pressed his wrist close enough to hers, he could feel her pulse accelerate. He didn't mind either way. Sweaty palms and trembling fingers would never be enough for him to let her go. Not again. 

As if she'd break if he moved too fast, Terry brought her hand to his lips slowly. One kiss. Another. Two more. And a final one for good measure. 

When he'd had his fill of her skin, he pressed the spot up against his cheek. He needed to feel and absorb her until they were one body. 

But, for tonight at least, this was enough.

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[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #52

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

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⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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"Ah, I don't know!"

Frustratedly sighing and rubbing your forehead, you give your friend a pleading look as if you weren't whining and sighing for the past ten minutes which eventually brought him to this door. Leaning against the door frame with arms crossed over his big chest, he shoots you an amused grin your way.

"Just pack whatever. I don't see how this is a big deal."

"It's not a big deal," you correct him. "Stop making it look as if I'm overdramatic." you scold him and it's this time that you hear a sigh coming from Jungkook, though his one is more subtle.

Still, you hear it and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Do you even know where we are going? I can't just pack comfortable clothes and then your mom is like 'Boom, we're going to the restaurant' or something. I can't come to Busan, to your parents house in a bag full of sweats and leggings."

"Why not?" Jungkook shoots amusingly, cackling when he sees your annoyed expression.

You hate when you're serious and he's just there making fun of you.

It's Thursday and you're supposed to go to Busan, visit Jungkook's parents as planned. To not sleep there for one night only, Jungkook wants to go on Friday (not that he has much choice considering his mother told him to come Friday before she hung up, not giving him any chance to protest). You don't think he would protest though. After the scolding he got for hanging up on her, she got back right at him and you're not going to lie – you had the time of your life when Jungkook told you about it after you came back from work.

Jungkook himself confessed that if he is going to his hometown, he wants to stay there the whole weekend, including the Friday – or as much as it's left of it since he's working on that day too. Either way, it wouldn't pay off to stay there for one night only.

"Stop it," you whine, "I don't want to overpack."

"Just bring something comfortable and then something nice, in case we go out. I don't know what my mom's got planned, it's hard to tell with her. Maybe we will be staying home or going to one restaurant but I don't think it's gonna be anything fancy." Jungkook finally offers you a good response, walking closer to you as he rubs your tensed shoulders.

It's not like you're frustrated by the simple packing. You're tired, luckily fresh out of shower and today hasn't been a good day. On top of it all you have to pack it now since right after you clock out of work, Jungkook is going to pick you up so you both can go to Busan. It sounds complicated, and though it isn't, you proposed not going to Busan with him.

You'd love to. You love Jungkook's family and well, his mom sort of invited you and it would be rude not to turn up after the call you had with her. Though you know she'd be understanding, you still don't want to risk it. You're sort of people's pleaser – just when it comes to some people and it's mostly people close to you or someone you care about at some point. Plus, it's not like you have anything important to do over the weekend and it sounds fun to get out of Seoul.

In the end, Jungkook refused your proposition and wouldn't want to hear about it.

"You're tense," Jungkook comments behind you, rubbing the place between your neck and shoulders as you sigh in delight. "What's wrong?"

"Just a long day," you explain easily. "Don't worry."

"Good," he chuckles softly, "Then finally pack something for god's sake."

You elbow him into his stomach, his laugh resounding behind you as you quickly fold the clothes that have been spread on your bed, putting it into the travel bag which Jungkook will take with him once he's about to come get you from work. He's going to be home earlier, so he'll get your stuff and make sure the apartment is all good.

"You're so fucking annoying," you mutter, trying to sound as annoyed as possible. "I don't know why I am voluntarily about to spend a whole weekend with you. I could've just stayed here and enjoyed the peace."

"Oh, come on," Jungkook snorts, "You'd miss me the moment I'd step out of this place."

This time it's your turn to snort as you toss the travel back into the corner. Turning around to face him, you cross your arms over your chest and lift your brow at him. "Get over yourself."

"Come on now, don't be like this." he says with a grin, slowly getting closer to you while you try to keep your posture and not let him see you falling apart.

But the moment the tip of his toes almost brush against your own and you're met with the clearest sight of his brown dark eyes, your posture breaks a little and your arms slide along your sides. Jungkook's lip twitches as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, the intimate touch causing your breath to hitch as he watches your entire face.

He is the epitome of how dangerous some men can be. You've been around men for a few years now. With having good-looking friends, let's say it's been a challenge. With knowing them and not crossing any boundaries, you can look back and see things differently now. However, that cannot be exactly said about Jungkook. He is special, between three of your friends, you've grown the closest to him. And sometimes you wonder how the hell you got into this mess. A mess you so shamelessly want to be in, if it makes you enjoy your time together. Whether as best friends only or as fuck-buddies who love to fuck each other's brains out.

Will you be able to go back to how things were? 

He is still your best friend and whenever you don't have sex, it's like nothing has changed. He is still the same Jungkook and you're still the same Y/N. Maybe that's the only thing that calms down your nerves whenever you spend your time overthinking or looking back at your friendship.

And now that he is standing right in front of you, all of it is brushed off easily.

"Horny again?" You press your lips together when you see his eyes snapping to yours.

"What do you mean again? We haven't had sex for a long time." he frowns, causing your lips to twitch and you do an awful job to hide the amused grin.

"Over a week isn't a long time." you point out, trying to sound unphased as if you haven't been thinking about his dick during the day.

"According to who? You?" he chuckles, cupping your face as he brushes his nose against yours.

You hate how weak you're already feeling, your heart in your throat, beating loudly.

"According to studies of Harvard–"

Jungkook snorts, lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "You're full of shits,"

He's so close and you wish you could hate yourself for how fast you hypnotize his lips with your lingering gaze. Once he notices his smirk deepens even more, innocently cocking his head to the side in a false act.

"But very well then. I will let you pack." he shrugs, stepping away from you as you stare at him with an indescribable look.

Jungkook presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at your face, bringing two fingers to his temple as he salutes you. He walks away freely while you stand there with an open mouth and disappointment burning in your chest.

Fucker. 

The only chances you had to visit Busan have been with Jungkook. Not that there's anything to mind about that because the road is familiar and your brain automatically connects the scenery with him. Even the familiar buildings you've seen from the window of his car, or the stores you never visited in person – all of it reminds you of the times he brought you here.

Now, there haven't been many times you've visited this beautiful city with its own spark and uniqueness. This is your second time to spend the night here – all those times before were where you visited and came back home the same day.

Straight out of the work, you're embarrassed that you preferred to rest your eyes and listen to the muffled music of Jungkook's playlist, rather than admiring the scenery the entire ride. The Jeon family house looks just the same, bringing you back the memories you created here the last time you visited. It hasn't been that long ago but a wave of nostalgia hits you.

And the warmth of Mrs. Jeon's big smile as she opens the front door and spots her son makes you oddly emotional. The petite woman rushes towards her youngest son and crushes him in a big hug. The sight is both touching and funny, considering their size difference as Jungkook looks totally scrunched up in the hug, despite his mother being nowhere as tall.

When she pulls away and gives the loving and warm look to her son, she suddenly pokes him in the chest as she starts her set of scolding which makes you snicker while you take out your bag from the truck.

"Y/N, dear!" Mrs. Jeon turns her attention to you, giving you a warm and definitely less crushing hug, but it feels nothing but nice and welcoming. "Look at you! Beautiful as always."

"Mrs. Jeon," you greet her, feeling your cheeks getting hot at her straight-forward (and very kind) compliment. "You're the one who's beautiful here."

"Oh come on, I might be getting old but I'm not stupid." she comments with an attitude, waving you off as she sends you a grin you've seen somewhere before.

The 'somewhere' is the person who wraps his arm around Mrs. Jeon's shoulders, pulling her closer to his side as he gives a soft kiss into her black hair. "You're beautiful, mom."

"My son," she almost cries out as she hugs him again and you feel your heart clench, fighting back the tears. You don't even know why you're suddenly so emotional. "Don't think I'm gonna get easy on you though. Do you hang up on your mother? The woman who carried you for nine months? Yah!"

She's back to scolding him, Jungkook scrunching his nose in shame as he gives her an exhausted sigh. "Mom, we went over this. I love you and I'm here. Can you please let us come inside so the whole neighborhood doesn't witness you scolding an adult man?"

Snickering, you and Jungkook share an amused look as he takes your travel back from you, holding yours and his as well while you close the truck.

"Who cares about the neighbors," she mutters but still looks around to see if there are any prying eyes and ears which are common in a neighborhood full of houses. "You might be an adult but you're still my son."

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, "Can we go? We're tired from the drive."

She shoots Jungkook a look before she looks at you and suddenly her face completely relaxes. She gives you the same warm smile, leading you inside the house where Mr. Jeon waits in the living room. The hug between a dad and a son is a great thing to witness once again and as soon as Jungkook's dad makes sure he greets you just as warmly, a sense of happiness and security washes over you. You would say it's the house you're in that makes you feel this way, but it's the people in it who do.

After the nice welcome and catching up while eating the delicious dinner Mrs. Jeon has prepared, the exhaustion from the whole day and the drive here catches up to you. You do your best not to start yawning and you slip a few times, sheepishly trying to hide the natural reaction of your body with your palm. But there's not a single thing Jungkook misses and he easily tells openly you're tired, ignoring the stare you give him. You feel bad.

Jungkook's parents have been so excited to see him, and they've been so kind that they always tried to include you in their conversation. Not even for a second you felt like an outcast while they caught up with their son. They asked Jungkook something and then averted their attention toward you, which is very kind of them.

"Oh, of course! You both were working today," Mrs. Jeon says as she cleans up the plates, Mr. Jeon helps her right away and you mentally coo at how compatible they seem to look. "The room is all ready for you dear."

You stand up to help her, thanking her as she sweetly shoos you away and tells you her husband will help her.

"Jungkook, you should take some fresh sheets for yourself. I prepared them for you in our bedroom."

You look at Jungkook, noticing how sour his face turns and you clasp your hand over your mouth to hide the snort, immediately reminded of the last time you were here and you were discussing the bed situation.

"You said my room is all ready." Jungkook comments, even though he knows what's going to follow right after but he's shameless, not hiding his displeasure of having to sleep on the couch for the whole weekend.

"Yah!" Mrs. Jeon tosses the kitchen towel, glaring at her son from across the room.

Jungkook's little teasing grin is not hard to miss at all, not even for his own mother who's ready to scold him all over again. A major deja vú.

"I was talking to Y/N. The room is ready for her, not for you. I hope you don't expect her to sleep on the couch."

"Mom, we had this conversation the last time," Jungkook whines like a little kid while Mr. Jeon presses a soft kiss to his wife's temple before he scurries away as soon as possible.

You watch the sight amusingly, silently admiring Jungkook's courage and non-existent shame – not even when it comes to his mother.

"Me and Y/N can share the bed."

"Yah, Jeon Jungkook!" She grabs the kitchen towel and is ready to smack the hell out of Jungkook while he starts laughing. "That is completely inappropriate and you know it!"

"Mom, it's just a bed. Have you never shared a bed with your friend?" Jungkook tries again, hiding the amused smirk as she huffs and tries to adjust her black hair a little.

"What do you think of your mother, huh?!" she exclaims, this time ready to pinch his cheeks but thanks to their height difference, Jungkook dodges her hands easily and hugs her instead. "You guys are a different generation, but under my roof–"

"Alright, alright," Jungkook laughs, pecking the top of her head. "I can respect that."

"How can you even suggest that? What about poor Y/N? Do you think she wants to share a bed with a mountain man taking up most of the space?" she asks, still with a scolding tone into his chest as her voice comes out muffled.

Jungkook looks at you, cocking his brow at you just as his mother pulls away slightly and waits for your reaction.

"You're right, Mrs. Jeon. I'm gonna enjoy his bed all to myself." you tell proudly, teasingly grinning at Jungkook who narrows his eyes.

"Our couch is comfortable, Jungkook. I don't know why you are so difficult about this."

"I just want my old bed," Jungkook pouts as she scolds him with one look but he doesn't budge. "Sue me for wanting to sleep in there and relive my old life."

"Then you should come more often." Mrs. Jeon's response is quicker than any of you can blink, leaving Jungkook with an open mouth as he frowns unpleasantly.

"That's not fair..." he murmurs with an attitude.

"You're not five, Jungkook-ah." His mother reminds him as you snort, Jungkook sulking as he rolls his eyes.

"I don't know how you women can be cold sometimes."

"You men wouldn't be able to live without us in your lives."

Her response is sassy, showing you a new side of her as you gape with open mouth before you start laughing. Jungkook's lips twitch as his gaze stays on his mother as he shakes his head in amusement.

Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.

As soon as Jungkook glances at you, you cock your brow at him in a silent "She's right". He eyes you up and down with a cocky glint in his eyes, tonguing his cheek as he remains silent. It's better to excuse yourself to go take a shower, quickly avoiding his gaze. But you still hear the silent but deep chuckle rumbling out of his chest.

He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he stares at you as you retrieve yourself upstairs – his mother no longer engaging herself in the conversation as she starts casual conversation instead.

Jungkook waits a good moment or a few after the house quiets down, killing his time by browsing through his social media and watching random youtube videos. He checks the time, it's almost midnight. Though everyone went to bed a little later than usual, he knows it's caused by his and yours late arrival. His parents obviously wanted to catch up in person, enjoy him while he stays in his hometown.

His mother misses the fuck out of him but still makes him sleep on the couch.

Unbelievable. He scoffs silently.

He understands why. He wouldn't let you sleep on the couch anyway. He just loves to tease his mom and she knows it. She still gives him a reaction every time which makes the whole thing even funnier.

Jungkook is completely fine with you staying in his room. He might joke around a lot on the outside, but he believes he is a gentleman in these kinds of things. There's no need to blame her for not approving for you and him to sleep in the same bed. He knows she says one thing but he's not sure if she would totally mind. She's aware of your close friendship and that you're comfortable with each other. Nobody sees inside her head but he guesses she thinks of your friendship as a sibling kind of relationship. What she isn't aware of is that Jungkook gets to fuck the shit out of you and you're way past the sibling relationship.

Well, it's not something for her to know anyway.

You've been in Jungkook's life long enough for them to know you. Whether it's personally or from Jungkook's mentioning you whenever he talked to them about the most casual stuff. Obviously, they were aware of you becoming his best friend from the beginning.

Jungkook isn't too subtle by opening the door from his old bedroom, walking into the darkness and space so casually that it could be comical if there were any lights turned on. You could be asleep for all he knows but that proves to be not true when your deadpanned voice resounds in the silence.

"You can't be serious."

Jungkook grins, a breathy and evil chuckle leaving his lips as he practically forces his way inside his bed as you start protesting. "You thought you'd have my bed to yourself?"

"I can't believe we have to deal with this again."

"We don't," he says simply, annoyingly cuddling to one of the pillows. "Just shut up."

"I'm gonna tell your mom and she's gonna whip your ass."

"Do it and I'm gonna whip yours." he says casually and your mouth hangs open, a loud gasp leaving it shortly after.

Disappointed how excited those words made you, you shift on your spot as you try to find the right position. It's not like Jungkook's old bed is too small but you feel like with two people, not mentioning Jungkook's actual body size, it's not big enough.

You're not going to lie. You were kind of expecting him to come. His look back in the kitchen told you everything you had to know. His presence is comforting as always, even in this small ass – not big enough – bed. And you hate how much you enjoy just sleeping next to him. You're the person to move a lot, or more like stretch around in your sleep, so naturally you like your space. But with Jungkook, you don't mind even though he often used to scold you for elbowing him in your sleep or almost pushing him off the bed.

Though, your stubborn self won't let him have the satisfaction of you being speechless. Even though you've been for a moment now.

"You sound confident. You think I'd let you do that?"

"You've let me do it every time." he says right away, sounding pleasant by his answer as you roll your eyes, ready to pinch him in the stomach as he chuckles and cages your wrist with his fingers wrapped around it.

"Stop being so cocky. There is a first time for everything."

"Indeed."

He lowers his tone and you're about to question him, until he suddenly reaches and pinches gently your nipple. But the shock leaves you yelping though, slapping your hand against your mouth.

"What the fuck." you gasp.

"That's what you were about to do, huh?" he asks cockily, "Pinch me, right?"

"So?" you gulp, cupping your breasts with a frown which you're not sure Jungkook can see clearly, but the chuckle makes you think he probably knows about it.

And then he's hovering over you before you can blink, your mind going blank for a good moment when you realize the son of a bitch (no offense to Mrs. Jeon of course, it's just a phrase) is shirtless. You shamelessly want to rank your hands down his chest to his freaking abs because you know they are there. His weird interest in working out at any given chance is paying off for sure.

He doesn't look like a bodybuilder and his muscles aren't massive, he's perfect in all the right places as cliché as it might sound. He's fit and buff, just the thought of what he's usually hiding beneath the layers of his clothing makes you salivate. If you weren't nearly as attracted toward him, you're not sure if you would be able to go all this trouble for a couple of amazing rounds of sex. Amazing is not enough of a strong word.

Jungkook decides not to respond verbally and you have to clasp your mouth shut because he doesn't give you any choice. He latches his moisturized and soft lips on your neck and starts kissing you there, bringing new waves of pleasure and want. Only he can do that with a single touch. Just minutes ago, you were ready to fall asleep. Not anymore.

At the beginning of his never ending kissing and sucking, you think he's just teasing you because he has done a lot. You know he enjoys seeing you struggle and squirm. But you're also stubborn enough and you won't let him show how desperate you can get for him. Not always at least. You can be pretty needy and desperate – shameless. The man is satisfied to see you show your neediness toward him. Even though you're not a stan of women not showing her wants or making the first move, you secretly love when Jungkook takes the first move. You love to see him want you. You love to see him taking control.

But Jungkook doesn't stop.

His hand gets under your shirt, palming your skin there as you gasp into the darkness and silence. He plays with the hem of your panties, smiling in satisfaction at the realization that you're not wearing anything else besides them and the shirt.

"Look at you," Jungkook hums, nose brushing against your jaw as he gently bites you there.

You can't help it, you're already gripping his sides as you dig your nails into them.

"Wearing this at my parents house." he chuckles and hooks a finger behind your panties, just teasingly moving it right to left.

You don't bother to explain that you simply forgot, because you did bring pajama shorts and pants, in case it would be chilly at the house during the night. Who would believe you? Who forgets to put on proper pajama pants instead of panties? Either way, it would just cause more teasing from Jungkook and to be quite honest, you're already on the edge because Jungkook's parents are right down the hall.

Surely, he doesn't want his mom to find out he sneaked out into the room you're staying in. Or maybe not even that but the fact you're actually sleeping with her son and you're not just a casual and usual best friend. God, just thinking about his parents knowing makes you embarrassed. It's different when parents are involved. The Jeons think of you as this polite girl Jungkook is friends with. You are polite, but that's not even enough information about you.

"I might be wearing my panties but you're the one hovering over me." you remind him calmly, keeping your tone confident.

He brings his face closer to yours after your words. It would just take you slightly leaning in his direction to kiss him. And that thought is tempting.

"Don't act like you don't like it." he says confidently, not even thinking that there might be a small percentage of you not liking this. And he is right.

"That's not important," you gulp, "Just what you are about to do, Jungkook?" you ask straight away.

"Whatever you want me to do." he answers cheekily, putting some distance between you as he leans on his hands some more, not touching you this way but that changes.

He lowers down, the sudden chilly air hitting your exposed skin while he hikes up your shirt. He kisses your stomach. It's so soft that it suddenly makes you flinch and giggle, the tickling feeling causing you to scold him by muttering his name. He only chuckles silently, diving back in as he makes sure he puts more pressure with his lips.

You hate how your entire body accommodates to Jungkook's body, making sure both of you are comfortable in this position while he's between your stretched legs. You're so fucking weak when it comes to him, that much has been established a long time ago but still. You should be able to push him away and remind him there should be no funny business when you're at his parents house. But is it really that much of a big deal? The little devil on your shoulder asks.

"You really want to do this here? Out of all places?" you clarify silently, too close to whimpering when he pecks your skin just above your panties hem.

"Let me just make you feel good." he mumbles from between your thighs, your whole body heating up. It's becoming hard to keep your shirt on.

He clasps his hands around your knees and pushes them upward. Understanding what he wants, you bend your knees and in a second, he presses another kiss to your clothed core. This makes you audibly gasp, not expecting him to be so fast. You're aware of having to stay silent and there's still a part of you who wonders if this is the right time to have this kind of fun.

"Hm, what are you saying?" Jungkook mumbles, poking his tongue at your center as you whimper again, leaning yourself on your elbows as you glare at Jungkook. Not that he can see much but the sudden movement from you causes him to look up.

"You're gonna get us caught."

"Me?" he asks cluelessly, "You're the one making sounds." he adds cheekily and you almost fume, ready to argue.

"You're the one making me make them!" you exclaim in a hushed whisper-scream, causing him to laugh a little.

Chuckling, you feel him lifting his head while the warmth of his body makes your skin rise with goosebumps. You can't see his face clearly but you two would burst into laughter if you could see each other's faces. The want to laugh disappears in seconds when Jungkook sneakily finds his way between your thighs. The moment the pads of his fingers make contact with your clothed heat, you clear your throat shakily to mask the moans that want to rip out of your throat.

The single touch is enough to make you a mess. He traces your underwear with his fingers, the touch soft and teasing, before he starts rubbing you.

"Tell me to stop." he offers simply.

A silent scoff makes it out of your mouth as soon as he says it.

"Isn't it too late?" you ask, hinting at the wet mess between your thighs.

Jungkook chuckles though, pressing his fingers harder which makes you gasp. "It's never too late to stop."

This teasing shit... 

You swear, if he wasn't doing such a great job at delivering pleasure, you would smack the life out of him. You hate when people tease you in the most annoying way but Jungkook is on another level. The man knows you like no one else and he uses it to his advantage. Still, you find yourself salivating at your current position and his hand on your clothed heat.

"Did you bring condoms?"

You ignore the satisfied and deep chuckle that vibrates in his chest, pursing your lips in the darkness.

"Fuck, I didn't." Jungkook whines a little.

As disappointed as you are, you try to mask it by giving his naked back a few slow taps. "No sex then tonight, mister."

Jungkook rolls his eyes and cockily like always, pushes your panties to the side as he teases your entrance with his digit. You gasp, clasping your hands around his biceps.

"There are other ways, y'know."

"I know." you whisper, hating how weak you always get when something like this happens.

The pleasure shoots straight through you and you can no longer think, wanting to chase the pleasure instead. This always happens with him and it's a huge problem. Only because of how dangerous it is.

"Mhm, you do?" he hums, "Besides, we've got some new things to try as far as I can remember."

His tone is suggestive, a layer of implication which makes you almost choke on your unexpected spit because... is he talking about what you think he is?

As if Jungkook could tell the look of shock on your face, he chuckles deeply.

"Soon." Is all he says, enough to make you shiver.

"You–wait, you mean like–"

"Shhh, you're gonna get us caught." he hums teasingly, hinting at your previous words and you want to groan in frustration.

He's playing with you. He's lucky you have to be quiet or else you wouldn't get him off the hook so easily.

And then he goes back between your thighs, giving you a few teasing rubs with just two of his fingers. He manages to get out of you a silenced whimper that you couldn't swallow down.

"Behave." he says playfully, a little groan escaping your mouth before he retrieves his fingers.

You prop on your elbows as soon as he plops next to you, lying on his back while you stare confusingly. You're about to question his intentions, very much hoping this is not some sort of teasing or punishment, but you're stopped by the rustling sounds of him getting out of his boxers. He's lucky.

"Take off your shirt, wanna feel you."

Oh, no problem for you.

You pull the shirt over your head, your panties following right after as you sit back on your knees, staring at Jungkook with big curious eyes. You see the faintest glimpse of his naked form, kind of bummed out that you don't see him clearly. But your imagination does wonders, finding the scene in front of you hot. Both of you. Naked. In the darkness. It has its own spark, doesn't it?

"Come on, get on my lap." he spurs you, making himself comfortably between the sheets.

You stay frozen and confused, not really understanding what he is trying to do. But you trust him. He has to have some kind of plan.

You get on his lap, still balancing yourself on your knees as you allow yourself to feel up his abs and chest. He is warm and soft, something you've known but always feels nice to have his skin under your curious hands.

Jungkook pulls you in, catching you by your hips while his mouth clashes with yours. You hold yourself back from moaning, his tongue already touching your bottom lip before he shoves his tongue into your mouth in a heated kiss. It's consuming and hungry, yet sweet and you return every bit of it.

Jungkook's hard length pokes you in your belly button, wanting some attention and you would happily give it to it. You feel Jungkook taking his cock into his fist, giving himself a few pumps while his knuckles brush against your stomach. He's driving you crazy.

Bodies heating up, Jungkook orders you to sit on his thighs and you do. Is he making you ride his thighs?

And then he pulls you down onto him, your body moving forward while your bare cunt makes contact with his balls. You whimper into his mouth, your entire body shuddering at the contact.

"Sit down on it. Don't put it inside though." he encourages you, your eyes widening while you're trying to process his request.

You let out a shuddered breath, sitting upward as you carefully sit down onto his length. It keeps lying on his stomach, reaching his belly button while you carefully place your bare cunt at the base.

"Fuck."

You both curse at the same time, your hands crashing Jungkook's shoulders while you literally tremble.

Your wetness starts spreading over Jungkook's length, the bareness causing both of you to breathe heavily as if you were in the midst of this act. However you're only at the beginning.

Jungkook's hands made contact with your ass cheeks, hands gripping your ass a little before he's pushing you up his length. You rub against him, whimpering as Jungkook quickly chases your mouth to swallow down any sounds coming from you. Following his hands while they guide for the right movement, you're trying too hard not to come already. Fuck. Who would've said this could feel so good?

You actually feel him bare, the difference is that you don't feel him inside of you but that thought doesn't even cross your mind. You can't grasp the fact that you feel him, really feel him. The hard and warm skin. Even the prominent vein. His thick length separates your folds, clit brushing over every part of his cock.

As the pace grows and gets more stable, you're sliding along his cock, your wetness making slick sounds that are hard to ignore. Although, you can't miss the sounds the bed starts to make under your moving bodies. It creaks a little, your hips halting.

"It's okay." Jungkook breathes out.

"Won't they wake up?"

"No, just keep this pace. We should be fine."

Who are you to disobey?

You continue, putting a little bit more pressure and fuck... this reminds you of that time when you and Jungkook were having sex and you accidentally brushing against his bare cock. But this time, you actually get to feel it and there is no apology behind it.

Biting your lips harshly, it seems like you're going to break the skin's thin barrier soon if you keep this up. But you can't help it. Chasing the pleasure and Jungkook's hard cock that spreads your folds seems like the only priority right now. You're a mess, whimpering and breathing heavily while you keep digging your nails into poor Jungkook's shoulders. He doesn't hiss, nor makes other sounds that could indicate he's in pain. He must be enjoying this just as much as you do.

"You like that?" Jungkook asks silently and raspily. "Hm? You like feeling my cock?"

You both know there's not much freedom and time when it comes to words, but he just couldn't help himself.

He feels you getting tired, skin burning up while the mess between your thighs leaks down his length and balls. He knows you're close and fuck, you really are because a few seconds later and your whole body shudders, finally letting go off the knot in your lower stomach as it snaps and allows you to feel the real and much intense pleasure. You both cum at the same time, the familiar knot doing the same to Jungkook as the ribbons of white paints his stomach and chest. He bites his lips to hold back a groan, throwing his head back while his hands loosen on your hips.

You both breathe heavily, your thighs and legs aching while you take a moment to calm down.

"Have you ever done this before?" you ask, voice breathy as you slowly lift yourself up. God, you both made such a mess.

Jungkook sits down, scrunching his nose at his cum all over his stomach and chest. "No."

"You haven't?" you ask surprisingly, whispering as you stand up and reach for the napkins on the nightstand.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" he chuckles, "I never had to find a way around raw sex before."

That makes sense...

"Did you like it?" you ask, handing him the napkins before he thanks you and starts cleaning himself while you do the same.

Jungkook snorts in response and you frown in confusion. "Would I cum if I didn't like it?"

"Touché." you mutter and he laughs silently.

He stands up, grabbing the wet and messy napkins from your hands. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your temple which you find oddly comforting and surprising at the same time.

You look at him in the darkness, but you can't really see his features. "I will take care of this." he says and holds the napkin in the air for a second.

You realize he must've put his boxers on while you were cleaning yourself as you watch him retrieve his way out of the room. You take the time to dress up, nervously making your way to the bathroom right after to properly clean the mess between your thighs and empty your suddenly full bladder. You could really use a shower but there's no way you could do that without waking everyone up. You can't risk it.

So you go back to the bed once you're done, smelling Jungkook on the sheets while the scent is more intense than it was yesterday.

Last night feels like a dream, at least for a moment after you open your eyes to be met with sunshine peeking through the curtains. Bed all for you, you find yourself touching the space between you to be met with cold sheets. Jungkook must've stayed in the living room which is for the better anyway.

The memories of last night make your lips stretch automatically. You can't believe you did that! It feels like a major thing that has happened. In reality, it might not be a big deal and there's no reason to go crazy over it, but you can't help but feel excited because you tried something new and you freaking loved it. Everything about it.

The whole thing was so hot. From having to stay silent to having one of the best orgasms and feeling Jungkook like that. You've also never done that before with anyone else, so it's ten times more exciting and new. But now that it's morning and you should go downstairs to join the rest of the family, you suddenly feel... nervous you would say. There's a lot of what if's but you don't beat yourself over it. You just hope they slept well during the night.

As usual, you're the last one to come downstairs and join the others, finding them all perfectly synchronized with each other. The sight of them as a family preparing breakfast looks pretty casual, just like you usually see in the movies, but it's endearing nonetheless. They're all working together to prepare the breakfast. Mrs. Jeon cutting some more fruit while Mr. Jeon sets the table and Jungkook... still wearing his – what should be considered as – pajamas (even though you know that's not really what he wears to bed), is helping his father as he brings more bowls and plates to the table.

"Ah, good morning! Hope you slept well!" Mrs. Jeon notices you when she hands Jungkook the bowl of – oh my god, are those fresh strawberries? 

You greet all of them, smiling sheepishly as you offer to help but Mrs. Jeon tells you to sit down.

"I did, thank you," you smile, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'm sorry for sleeping till now. Hope I didn't wake up too late."

Mr. Jeon smiles at you which puts you a little more at ease while his wife just laughs humorously. "Oh, please, dear. Nonsense! We're happy that you slept so well. Sleep however long you want." she tells you politely and sweetly which makes you mentally coo at her sweetness.

You do not tell her that her son is the cause of your late awakening – he did a number on you.

You don't sit though and while Mr. Jeon disappears somewhere in the living room, Mrs. Jeon calls out to him to ask him something and soon, she joins him as well. You start helping Jungkook with dirty knives and cut boards, placing them into the sink. Aware of his eyes on you, you can't hide the little grin which finally makes him crack as a deep chuckle resounds beside you.

"Slept well?" he asks, standing behind you as he puts clean and dry forks back into the drawer cabinet.

"Cocky since morning?" you offer teasingly, suddenly feeling soft lips touching your neck while his hands squeeze your hips.

"Jungkook!" you scold him silently, trying to glance behind him in panic.

He cackles, pulling away. Once you truly look at him, you notice his eyes and face being still a little swollen as he looks sleepy. Besides looking cute, you find him hot with his shit eating grin he offers you and the slight cockiness hidden behind it doesn't go unnoticed too.

He leans against the kitchen counter, facing you with his arms crossed over his chest. You see the glint in his eyes that tells you to prepare yourself for whatever he's about to say. And your intuition proves to be right.

"Should I buy condoms today?" he asks, leaning even closer to you as his voice remains subtle and low.

You almost choke, "I can't believe you!" you laugh, punching him in his bicep teasingly as he laughs before straightening himself.

And then he wiggles his eyebrows at you, still grinning from ear to ear. "That wasn't no." he points out and you start laughing even more.

The approaching voices of his parents break the moment, both of you silently grinning to yourselves as Mrs. Jeon informs you of today's plan, beaming with happiness of finally having her younger son home again.

You can't remember when was the last time you attended a similar family gathering with your own family. Sure, living far away from them has complicated it and made it practically impossible for you to experience these things. You can't say you miss it too much. Family gatherings often equals family drama, which you're happy you're away from.

Of course, you do miss your family but you wouldn't change anything about deciding to leave your home country.

Your friends have definitely helped in the aspect of missing home, or like the familiarity of one. Everything would feel lonelier if you didn't have them and you often think about it.

You can tell how happy Jungkook's parents are to be hosting a little barbeque party. With Jungwon and his family coming soon, you're assigned to help Mrs. Jeon in the kitchen. She has a radio playing in the background, humming a soft tune to herself as she engages you in a casual conversation. She's marinating meat, a few packs of pork belly to Jungkook's loud wishes already sitting on the kitchen counter while Jungkook is with his father, trying to set the grill.

In the background, through the terrace door, you can see how serious they're being about their job and it makes you smile in amusement.

Mrs. Jeon takes this time to interrogate you about her son, which you find highly amusing as well. Is he sleeping well? Does he eat well?

"I know he's working out like crazy. He tends to get very serious about it, so I'm worried."

You giggle a little, not meaning to come out as rude but Mrs. Jeon simply glances at you with worried eyes.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Jeon. He does have a diet from time to time, but he can't live without this." you assure her, picking one of the packs of sliced pork belly as she looks at the item in your hand before her shoulders relax and she lets out a laugh.

"I know he's an adult, has been for quite some time," she says with a slight laugh, "But I can't help but be worried. He's not living in Busan and I know he's doing great–"

"Mrs. Jeon," you tell her softly with the same soft smile, "You're his mom. Of course you're worried. And it doesn't matter how old he is. Jungkook is happy to have you as his mom."

Mrs. Jeon smiles at you with so much fondness that it makes your heart warm. "You have to miss your parents too. I can't imagine if Jungkook lived in another country, it must've been tough for you and them."

She turns back to cutting the vegetable while you prepare a lemonade, squeezing lemons. "The beginning was," you admit.

You're a definition of a homesick person. You don't like changes and you don't deal well with being away from people close to you.

But you knew moving to Seoul is something you dreamed about for a long time. It was the biggest step you had to take in your life so far and you don't regret it. It's cheesy to say this, but everything comes with price. And your price is not seeing them as often as you would if you still lived back at home.

"But I'm happy here. And I've got amazing friends and people around me, that makes it a ton easier." you tell her while you share another smile.

"That's funny," she says after a moment, realizing something. "Jungkook told me something very similar when he first moved out."

"Really?" you laugh.

"Yes," she giggles, finishing preparing the meat. "He's very independent. Has been since he was little. Jungwon not so much, of course he's successful and independent now too. But we're always butting in whenever he needs help, whether it's babysitting our sweet Haru or something else. We just always remind him we are here, you know? Me and my husband enjoy our kids needing us. But with Jungkook.... He seems to do a lot of stuff on his own which isn't a bad thing. I'm proud of him. But sometimes that makes me worried, right?"

Your features soften as you throw the squeezed lemons into the bin. You wash your hands and almost pout when you see Mrs. Jeon warm gaze. She's full of love for her sons, it makes you emotional all over again.

Jungkook really is lucky to have her as his mother.

"That he must be going through some stuff alone. He would never burden us with his own burdens and that is the worst for a parent. When you don't know what he's going through,"

You gulp, trying to look casual. Especially when you know far more than his own mother, it does make you feel a little guilty.

"Anyways," she shakes her head as if not wanting to think about such thoughts. "He seems to be content... happy. I'm just overly worried about him."

You feel so bad for her. She has her doubts, it's like she knows he must've been through something. But you know Jungkook hasn't told her. Jungkook often told you his mother tends to get worried a lot, that's how she shows her love and god, she's a mother. Of course she is worried about her kids – no matter the age. It might seem like she's overreacting but that's not it. She loves them deeply.

"I can't talk for Jungkook," you start slowly, "But he's doing great. Don't worry. Me, Jimin and Taehyung look after him. We all do that with each other." you assure her, trying to make your voice come out light and happy.

That seems to make her relax and she lets out a humorous giggle as she shakes her head at herself. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I get so emotional sometimes."

"We women do that a lot." you joke and she joins with a laugh.

"Seems like they figured it out," she says, looking across your shoulder as you follow her gaze.

Jungkook and his dad look proud as they high-five, both laughing right after.

"We have a little time before Jungwon arrives with Haru and Sona. It's too soon to grill. Do you want to see some baby photos of Jungkook?"

One thing you love to do is look at old pictures. And baby Jungkook pictures? That sounds great.

"Sure." you smile, knowing Jungkook doesn't like to look at his old pictures.

"Oh my god!" you exclaim with a hand covering your mouth as soon as Mrs. Jeon pulls out a brown box, a worn-out album with the name 'Jungkookie' written on it, and opens it to show you the first pictures of newborn Jungkook.

She smiles widely at the pictures, probably has seen them million times before as she hands you the album for you to browse through it. In the meantime, she picks up another, smaller album while she flips through the pages.

"He was so cute," you comment, smiling at baby Jungkook who seems to be older in this picture, sitting in his toddler chair with a banana in his hand. "I can't believe he never wants us to see these pictures."

One time, you don't even remember who started it, but someone posted a baby picture in your friends group and that's how the train of sharing baby pictures happened. Jungkook was the only one who wouldn't want to post any pictures, whining how stupid that is. Really, you don't understand why because he was the cutest baby.

"He can be annoying at times." His mother waves you off and a snort leaves your mouth.

Your browsing is soon interrupted by the sound of the door opening, almost every picture causing you to let out a soft 'Aw', but you don't really give it much attention.

"What are you guys doing?"

Jungkook asks as soon as he finds you in the living room, taking a look at the both of you until realization hits him and he immediately starts whining with a pout.

"Mom!"

And there is the frown.

"What?" His mother shrugs, pushing another and a single picture of what seems like eight year old Jungkook your way.

Gasping, you completely ignore Jungkook while he plops on the spot next to you and groans loudly when he sees the photo.

"Oh my god, look at you!"

You know your reaction, a fit of giggles, isn't up to his liking because he clicks his tongue and looks uninterested at the photo in your hands. Jungkook looks like an emo kid, surely the haircut's fault and you coo at the most evident feature on his face.

"Look at your nose!" you coo, Jungkook throwing his arm behind you onto the backrest as he rolls his eyes. You start giggling all over again, hand pressing against his cheek as you bring him closer to your face.

Jungkook tongues his cheek while you give him a teasing smile. "This is embarrassing, put it away."

You and his mother share a look, while Mr. Jeon comes in and out as he starts preparing the food outside.

"You were cute, don't be like this." you nudge him in the shoulder as he rolls his eyes again at you.

"Yeah, my big nose and acne were really cute."

"Hey now." you scold him.

"You were the cutest baby and the most beautiful boy." His mother scolds him too, actually sounding offended by Jungkook's perception of his younger self.

"You're my mom, of course you would say that."

"And I agree," you butt in, "And I'm not your mom."

"You certainly aren't." he mutters while you narrow your eyes at him.

"Come on. You've seen my childhood photos. I was a chubby baby."

"And so was I." he scoffs before pursing his lips. Most babies are chubby to be honest.

"I had the most awful haircut, not even this," You hold the picture in the air to show it off again, "is that bad."

"Get that photo out of my face." Jungkook says with a frown and you snort again.

"We all have embarrassing pictures, Kook. Come on, you saw the photo where my head was extra large."

"Toddlers have bigger heads, Y/N." Jungkook reminds you.

Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips. "Well, mine was even bigger."

"You were cute. What are you saying?" Jungkook shakes his head. "Mom, do you always have to show my baby photos to everyone?" he whines now like a little baby as Mrs. Jeon waves him off.

You bite back a laugh as Jungkook huffs, annoyed.

The doorbell rings, interrupting Jungkook's annoyance and Mrs. Jeon ignores it, as she informs excitedly it has to be Jungwon with the rest of his family. She stands up, placing the other albums back into the box as she leaves to get to the front door.

You glance at Jungkook, finding him sulking which makes you giggle. Poking him in the cheek, you place the photo back into the box.

"You really were the cutest baby." you tell him and he hums, staring at his nails instead as you roll your eyes and kick him in the shin.

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying," you laugh as you already hear Haru's excited little voice while she greets her grandmother. "Why would I lie? You were so cute, even with your big nose. I love it."

"You're annoying." Jungkook comments, narrowing his eyes at you once again as you try not to burst into laughter.

"And you were the cutest."

"Yeah?" he asks, his lips curling as he starts playing with the ends of your hair.

"Yeah," you shrug, almost shivering when the pads of his fingers touch the back of your neck. "I should probably look at this later."

"Like the hell you will," Jungkook clicks his tongue, "I will burn them before you can take another glance."

"Don't be so rude." you tease him, inching closer to him as he searches your face before his eyes drop to your lips.

"And if I want to be?" He arches his brow.

"You little–"

"Kookie!" Haru's cheerful and rushed tiny footsteps resound around the house, the sound approaching the two of you.

Jungkook gives you a little smirk one last time before he hoists up to his feet, already crouching down to welcome Haru's big hug and fit of excited giggles.

The sun is warming up your skin as a nice breeze winds through your hair. Mr. Jeon is grilling the meat, the delicious smell of barbeque filling the air along with Mrs. Jeon's blooming flowers. It reminds you of all those times where you used to have barbeque parties when you were a little kid. It brings you a nostalgic feeling but it doesn't make you sad at all. You're enjoying your time here to the fullest.

After Mrs. Jeon has proudly shown you her garden, her and Sona have started helping to Mr. Jeon and chat with him for a while. Jungkook is too busy fooling around with Haru, laying on the grass as he plays on an airplane with her laying on shins with outstretched arms and legs. Her giggles fill up the garden and it's easy to smile at the cute sound.

"Having fun?"

Jungwon joins you on the garden swing that you've been sitting on for a few minutes, enjoying the sun and lemonade in your hand. You tried to help but Mrs. Jeon shooed you away, telling you that you're their guest and you already helped enough. Knowing there's no point in arguing with her, you decided to just let everything sink in as you enjoy Busan's air.

"Doesn't it look like it?" you smile, his lips stretching to a smile as he laughs.

"Just asking," he shrugs, a can of beer in his hand as he takes a sip. "My family can be too much sometimes."

You look at him with raised brow, showing you your disbelief. "You haven't met mine."

He gives you both an amused and questionable look which makes you shrug.

"There's always drama." you explain with a laugh.

He snorts, "Isn't there always a drama in every family?"

"I guess," you nod, "But mine's on another level." you joke, making him laugh again.

You're trying not to stare too much, obviously knowing about his good looks. He looks good just like you remember. Although you're not some crazy woman who has a crush on him, you have to admit, Jungkook was right when he called you out on your previous crush. Well, it was never that serious as he made it look like. Jungwon holds a certain energy and is charismatic. And he smells nice which is always a big plus in your book.

You could say he got dressed up nicely, even though he's wearing a casual white shirt and shorts. Good looks definitely run in the family.

You two know each other, you could say you're friendly but you never really had any serious conversations with him. Actually, you're surprised he came up to talk to you, even though it shouldn't be such a surprise. He's probably acting nice because he saw you sitting here alone. Which you both appreciate and find a little uncomfortable. You hate when people pity you for any reason.

"How's Jungkook doing?" he asks after a beat of silence, meeting your surprised look as you can't help but blink a few times at him.

"Um, good?" you ask unsurely, "Why don't you ask him? He's right there."

Jungwon snorts, glancing away while his eyes scrunch because of the wide smile. "I do ask him but Jungkook tends to get private. I know you two are close, so you have to know more than we do."

You try to remain calm, not trying to overthink his words because there's no way he knows anything about you and Jungkook. Other than you're his best friend. Jungkook wouldn't tell him that, right? But as you force yourself to look into Jungwon's calm and warm eyes, you don't find anything shady or worth being cautious about.

"He's doing good," you answer, "I talked to your mom about it today. She's worried about him." you chuckle at the memory of their mom and her distressed face. She is cute.

"Ah, yeah. She is worried about everyone," he laughs and then leans closer to you as he whispers; "She's going a little overboard sometimes."

You giggle, glancing at your hand sitting on your lap as you play with the button of your long purple dress.

"I," he starts slowly, glancing at Jungkook as he plays with his daughter, a soft smile spreading on his lips while they still fool around. "I know he must've been through something. I mean, he broke up with his girlfriend. That shit hurts no matter what. He's not gonna fool me with 'I'm fine hyung', you know." he says while trying to imitate Jungkook's voice which makes you crack a grin.

"Jungwon, I'm not sure if I'm the right person to talk to you about this." you tell him unsurely, his eyes searching yours for a while before he gives you another smile.

"I don't mean to pry. If Jungkook wants to tell us, he knows he can. Whenever he wants to. I just know there must be something more to it since they were back together. They seemed happy, he seemed to be happy."

"Does he not look happy now?" you question, tilting your head in Jungkook's direction while his laugh reaches your ears. He's chasing after Haru who keeps giggling so hard that she almost stumbles. Jungkook scolds her and so does her mom, but Haru is having too much fun to even listen to them.

"No, I know he is. But you know... when it happened, he kind of distanced from us. I know it happened a while ago but he never said anything about it. I understand it must be a touchy topic to him. We all thought she's the one, I mean... he was so whipped for her. We could've genuinely seen them, you know..." he trails off, motioning with his hands.

"Yeah, yeah..." you murmur, trying not to roll your eyes at the topic of her.

It's not Jungwon's fault. He doesn't know the rest of it. He genuinely shares his perception as Jungkook's brother and what he knows.

"So it's weird they suddenly broke up the second time. Sometimes people are not meant to be together, I get it... but Jungkook acted weird, so we all were a little worried about him. Like I said, I don't want you to tell him or share something he wouldn't want to... I don't know, I guess I just needed someone to assure me my little brother is doing fine. Other than Jungkook himself."

Your features soften and you offer him an understanding nod. You squeeze his shoulder, wondering if you're not crossing any boundaries but he looks like he has needed it because he offers you another smile.

"He is much better now. Like you said, every heartbreak hurts. He distanced from us too for a while but we wouldn't let him get too far," you laugh heartily at the memories of you and your friends trying to get him to get his shit together. "I would say he's pretty much happy now."

"Good," he nods, "I'm glad he has friends like you. He doesn't share his struggles, never really has so that's why I was wondering. But I'm glad to know he's doing fine."

"He is, don't worry." you assure him and he smiles in gratitude.

"Yah, don't you have a wife to entertain?" Jungkook asks in a distance, the front of his hair almost falling into his eyes as he breathes heavily thanks to the chasing session he had with his niece. He's walking towards you and Jungwon, tossing him Haru's soft ball.

Jungwon snorts and catches it at the last minute, "Just catching up, Kook. I'm a married man, I wouldn't be flirting."

"Yah, who said anything about flirting?" Jungkook says, using his Busan accent as you hide your grin behind the rim of your glass. Slowly sipping on your lemonade, Jungwon gives him a look of disbelief.

The older brother stands up and pats Jungkook on the shoulder. "She is all yours, brother."

He walks away, Jungkook frowning at Jungwon's back before he sighs and joins you on the swing.

"What did he want?"

You snicker, "Just asked about you."

"About me?" he points at himself in confusion.

"Yeah, they're worried about you. Apparently you distanced yourself from them." you tell him carefully while his brows pinch together.

"I mean... I tried to fix that."

"I know, Kook," you assure him, "I think they know there's something you're not telling them. But they didn't want me to tell them or anything. They just wanted to know if you're okay and happy."

"That's annoying." he mutters as you laugh.

"Stop it!" you scold him with a laugh, nudging him in his shoulder as he offers you a grin. "They love you and care about you."

"I know, I know," he assures you, "I'm glad they gave me space and didn't question me about it. Maybe I should talk to mom."

"Only if you want to." you remind him and he glances at you. He smiles and nods in appreciation.

You sit there in silence for a moment, Haru wanting her dad's attention now as he tugs on his shorts while he's in the middle of conversation with her grandfather. Soon your own attention is directed to Jungkook, admiring the tattooed skin he's showing off today. You wonder if he's planning to get more.

His mother almost jumped out of her skin in surprise when she first spotted Jungkook wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

"Jungkook! How many of those have you got?!" She exclaimed once he shrugged off his sweatshirt.

"Don't look at me like that." Jungkook warns you, eyes already locked on you as you bring the glass closer to your lips.

"Why not?" you ask before you take a proud sip of the lemonade.

"Or I will drag you upstairs and fuck you properly this time."

The moment he says that, you're sure the lemonade goes through your nose as well as you start coughing. The rest of the family members turn in your direction and send you both worried and confused looks, as Jungkook shows them a thumbs-up with a bunny grin.

You pat your lips a little as you glare at Jungkook. He's lucky you're too far for them to hear. But most importantly, why the hell would he tell you something like that in the middle of a family barbecue party? It's not like you can act up on your actions right now. He's purely and purposely torturing you, living for catching you off guard once again. And judging by his proud and cocky face, he's happy about your reaction.

You straighten yourself, drinking the rest of the lemonade as you place the glass down onto the soft grass.

"You don't have condoms." you inform him, silently of course.

Jungkook snorts, "Who says we need them?"

Once again, he catches you off guard for the second time in a span of two minutes, and you clear your throat.

"You want it raw anyway."

You gasp, slapping his arm repeatedly as he cackles.

"Oh my god, look at your face!" he laughs, trying to catch your furious hands. "You really want it that bad, huh?"

"Shut up, you idiot." you sneer at him, pouting a little as he coos at you. Idiot. "I don't want it anymore. Not with you."

You sulk, crossing your arms over your chest as Jungkook reaches for your chin with his stupidly trying-to-act-cute act. You slap his hand away with a frown.

"You look beautiful today. Did I tell you?"

Fuck off.

"No, you didn't." you snap.

"I'm sorry," he whines, rubbing his head against your shoulder like a little cat. "I want it too, okay?"

"What?"

He leans closer, too close for him to be acting like this in front of his family but luckily, they seem to be too busy chatting with each other. Plus, they're turned to you with their backs.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw soon, baby. But it's not gonna be at my parents house. I wanna hear you when I do it."

He wants what–

You gulp, trying to act nonchalant as you scoff and shrug. He is serious, you know it judging by the look in his eyes but you can't stare for too long because you're going to crack.

"This is very inappropriate, Jungkook." you remind him.

"So were you rubbing your pussy against my cock not that long ago." he says with a low and silent tone.

You gasp, "That was your idea!"

"And you loved it," he points out, "Don't worry, I did too. Made me want to really feel you even more."

"Alright, I'm leaving." you tell him, standing up abruptly to hide your burning cheeks.

Jungkook cockily rests his arm over the edge of the swing, man spreads himself there like the finest piece of meal. Well, he is. But you would never give him the satisfaction to admit it at this moment. You take the empty glass off the grass, shooting a look at Jungkook.

"Don't look at me like that baby."

You roll your eyes, "Fuck off." you tell him silently so again, only he can hear.

He smiles tightly, suddenly leaning with his elbows against his knees. "You're lucky they're watching." he tells you, causing your breath to hitch as you quickly turn around.

He's right. You turn around and see everyone watching your interaction. Though, they remain unbothered as Mrs. Jeon gives you the honor to take the first portion of the meal.

The sun is settling down when Jungkook approaches you. You're inside, in the kitchen precisely, after Jungkook's mother said something about needing more ice. You offered before she could complain.

You've been chatting with Sona for an hour which ultimately got you to know her better a little bit. She's older than you, not by much and it's not like it's a problem, but you have a little respect and you're not usually the first one who approaches someone first. She's been nothing but friendly to you, even when you first met her and you know she's a nice woman and a wonderful mother judging from how she interacts with her daughter. Jungkook's and Jungwon's parents seem to adore her, and they all have a very close relationship.

What you mean to say – is that it felt nice to be able to properly talk to her and get to know her more, and not from Jungkook's words.

Which reminds you...

"Are you mad at me?"

You flinch as soon as Jungkook places his big hands on your hips, nose nudging you in your hair as he's practically glued on your back with his chest. Your body wants to give in right away, lean back onto his masculine body and make yourself sink into it comfortably.

Jungkook's got it wrong though.

You're not mad at him. Annoyed? You were but you're not really.

"Jungkook, somebody's gonna see." you murmur, scolding him with a hushed tone as you keep removing the ice cubes from the silicone mold into a glass bowl.

"Let them see." he says carelessly, causing you to leave the ice for now as you turn around with a scowl.

"Are you being serious right now?"

You're met with his eyes already on you, no sign of teasing or the usual cockiness. "I'm trying to talk to you. I don't care who's going to see at the moment."

"You're being careless." you inform him of his stupidity, though he remains unbothered while he offers you a single shrug.

"Are you mad at me?"

You roll your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling at the seriousness he's holding. He does seem worried and it's not like that's laughable, but you tend to laugh or smile at the most inconvenient times. Even if sometimes you are mad and yet, you still crack for some reason – even if you don't feel like laughing or smiling.

"I was just teasing you. Fuck," he sighs, "I didn't want to make you embarrassed or make fun of you–"

"Kook," you interrupt him, suddenly feeling awkward and embarrassed. "I'm not mad. You annoy the shit out of me sometimes but–you know I kinda feel awkward about that specific topic."

He frowns, "But there's nothing to feel awkward about. I told you–"

"Yes, I know," You lift your palm up to stop him. "It's a me problem. But I'm fine, really." you chuckle at the end, his posture relaxing slightly.

He lets his eyes wander on your face for a moment, searching for any hint of a lie but all he finds are your genuine eyes shining under the kitchen's lights. "But you haven't talked to me ever since we talked about it. So I thought..." he trails off, suddenly looking embarrassed as you laugh.

"Sona was talking to me and I didn't have the time to spend some time with you. Besides, you were having fun with your brother and parents."

"You're right," He scratches the back of his neck, "I'm an idiot, I don't know why I thought you're mad, I just wanted to make sure."

You giggle, "You're attentive, Kook. Thanks for that. But stop teasing me you little shit." you tell him sternly, poking him in his abs as he chuckles amusingly at your effort.

"Now that's over... wanna join me?"

You give him a look how quickly he brushes it off, both of you snorting at it before you ask;

"Join you where?"

"Mom doesn't have enough beer, so she asked if I could go grab some for dad and Jungwon. She thought a six pack is going to be enough, apparently not."

"Oh, do I have to come?" you ask, trying to keep your face stoic as Jungkook glares at you and tickles your side.

You laugh, flinching at the ticklish feeling.

"Of course, you have to. You are attached to my hip."

"Hm, I don't remember that being a thing."

"Well, it is now," Jungkook says jokingly, features turning more serious now. "But you don't have to. I'm gonna just stop at the nearest shop, it's like a ten minute drive."

Jungkook gives you a smile and pulls something out of his pocket. It's his car keys, you realize he was most likely on his way but decided to ask you if you want to join. He salutes you and makes his way to the front door, but he barely makes a step as you call out his name.

"Okay, I'm going." you grumble, informing him you're just going to bring the ice outside.

Jungkook's father asks you if you could also buy the mini kids sausages for Haru. The poor little girl looked way more calm and a little bit sleepy. Though, it's not her bedtime or that late, her family members seem to take most of her energy. But not enough clearly, considering she's been asking for the sausages ever since you stepped outside to bring the ice and inform Jungkook's mom you're going with him.

"Got it." you assure Mr. Jeon, the older man crouching down to his granddaughter's level as he assures her he's going to grill her the best sausages. Her exciting voice fills the garden that starts to slip into darkness while Mrs. Jeon and Jungwon work on the lights.

When you see Jungkook waiting for you in the entrance room fully dressed, you don't fail to notice the satisfied smirk he has on his lips as you simply grumble;

"Don't say anything."

He doesn't.

But still delivers a loud slap to your ass as he opens the front door for you. His bubbly laugh resounds behind you causing your lips to twitch before they fully stretch into an amused grin.

By the time you reach the grocery store, you're too lazy to get out and in the end, Jungkook is forced to grab the items alone. He doesn't look like he minds at all, leaving you his phone as you go through his music library, listening to various songs.

You're barely on the third song when you see him leaving the store, items in his hands and you guess he didn't bother to take any bag. He looks very amused when you blast Candy Shop once he reaches the car, opening the door on the driver's seat.

You turn down the volume just as he tosses something on your lap, the rest of the items end up on the backseats. Looking down, you almost choke when you see a brand new box of condoms. Glancing at him, he barely gives you any attention as he drives out of the parking lot like he didn't just toss condoms into your lap.

"Seriously?" you deadpan, taking the box into your hands as you scan the new package.

One word catches your attention and you tilt the box in Jungkook's direction.

"Intense? What does it do?"

"Suppose to make sex better or something, I don't know." he shrugs effortlessly as you press your lips together.

"Are you planning to have sex in your parents house? I thought we went over this, last night–"

"Who said it has to be at their house?" he questions you, lifting one brow challenge at you as you open your mouth and close it shortly after. What is he initiating?

"What?" you deadpan.

"One word and I'm gonna pull over." he simply offers, the serious and casual tone he sets could make you confuse and actually make you consider if he's talking about sex at all.

But you're paying enough attention – too closely actually – that the rush of excitement this idea brings you is hard to ignore. How can you ignore it? You've never experienced as far as you can remember. No, you would surely remember if you experienced it. You can't lie – you've always wanted to try it and the thought of doing it with Jungkook is disturbingly tempting and exciting.

And as you watch him closely, driving with one hand while the other sits on his lap, his legs spreaded making his lap look even more inviting. The last night was perfect, something you've never tried before and never thought it could feel so good. It could easily even out with a proper sex. However, nothing's better than feeling him inside you and the small box in your hand is like the biggest treasure, reminding you of what could happen.

Jungkook glances at you, brow raised as he catches you biting on your lower lip in thought, his lips slightly twitching. You ignore it, sharing a look with him.

"The ride is ten minutes. You better think fast."

The proposition is already enough tempting and the way he says it, you know you're once again utterly fucked. The tingling between your thighs and how embarrassingly fast you got wet is no joke. It makes your decision faster and simpler.

"Fuck, okay, pull over."

Jungkook chuckles, satisfied with your answer as he takes a random turn. You've no idea where he's taking you, though he seems to be familiar with Busan streets even after all those years of not living here. The spot he finds is between two buildings, leading you to the dead end while you see a tall brick wall. Jungkook turns off the lights and engine, hiding the car in a dark and abandoned spot. You don't know why but everything increases the lust you're already feeling.

"Get in the back."

You don't hesitate to listen to him, though you slide your underwear down your legs before you do that, your slides abandoned on the car's floor. You toss underwear on the seat as soon as you lift your butt, shooting a cheeky smirk to Jungkook who grins. You're not surprised when he delivers a subtle slap to your ass while you're trying to get to the backseat through the console.

Jungkook joins you but he actually gets out of the car and walks to the back. He places the six pack of beer on the floor while tossing the stupid sausages onto the front door. You snicker, both of you laughing as he shuts the door with a soft thud. He doesn't waste any time cupping your face, connecting your lips together in a needy heated kiss.

Though it feels heated, it's not totally rushed and the pace is smooth and comfortable. With your hands on the hem of his sweatpants, he places one last kiss to your lips before he fully sits down and leans his back. Pulling them down to his ankles along with his boxers, you're already on your knees, ready for his sign so you can sit down on his lap.

You lift your long dress to your waist, gripping them in one hand in a messy knot before you toss a leg over his body. You grip his shoulders as he grabs you gently by your waist. His eyes admire your bare pussy for a moment, flickering to your face shortly after.

"You sure you're good to go?" he asks.

If you weren't so wet and eager, your heart would actually quiver at his thoughtfulness. It's a bare minimum and men shouldn't be praised for it, but with Jungkook you can't help but melt.

"I hope so." you joke, looking down to see him stroking his cock.

"No, no, no. No hoping, sit back down. I'm gonna eat you out."

"There's no time," you whine, gripping his shoulder tighter when he tries to gently pull you away.

He sighs, leaning his head back as he looks handsome as ever.

"Come on. Just fuck me so we can go back."

To enforce your want, you grind against his bare cock and fuck, you almost lose it all. The contact is very minimal but it leaves you moaning shamelessly, causing you to deliver a rough kiss to Jungkook's opened mouth. He closes it just in time, welcoming your kiss in a surprised manner.

"Fuck, baby," Jungkook groans, leaning his head back again. "You're making it hard for me not to fuck you senseless."

"Do it," you offer lightly, giggling at the look on his face. "Come on. You fucked me senseless many times before."

"You woman, you amaze me." Jungkook says, smirking at you when you raise your brows at him.

"Me? How?"

He reaches for your cheek and you think he's about to stroke it, at least the gentle look in his eyes indicates that much. However, he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, lifting the right corner of his lips.

"You can get so dirty sometimes."

"And that's what amazes you?" you laugh gently.

"Yes, because one second you're this innocent and shy Y/N and the next you're so blunt, ready to drool all over my cock."

You snort, "Don't get cocky, Jeon. I'm not drooling over your cock." You both know that's not true.

And Jungkook's smile tells you he knows it too.

"Yeah? You sure about that?"

"Mhm."

He reaches for his cock, grabbing it by its base before he slaps his bare tip against your clit. You almost fall like a house of cards, legs completely quivering. Oh god, he loves torturing you. 

He chuckles, deeply and raspily, and you swear if he won't stop, all your rational thoughts will be gone and you'll sit down on his bare cock.

"Wait–what is this?" He suddenly asks, sounding concerned as you open your eyes, not realizing you even closed them as soon as he touched you. And then he swipes his thumb at the corner of your lips. "I think you just drooled."

Your surprise drops as you glare at him, punching him in the shoulder as he laughs devilishly. "Fuck you, I didn't."

"You know, sometimes I want to ruin you. Like really ruin you." he confesses, though he says it with a smile and it's hard to differ whether he's being absolutely serious or he's just joking around.

"What's stopping you?"

"You're not ready." he answers simply and you snort.

"Please," you scoff, "Stop with this dominant shit."

"Huh?" he chuckles, "You're lucky we don't have time for this. Hand me the condom."

"Please." you clarify, crossing your arms over your chest with your bare core still hovering over his hard length.

He rolls his eyes, "Please." he mutters.

With a satisfied grin, you reach for the box of condoms and pull out one. After the silver package is in Jungkook's long fingers, he tears the foil and you watch him putting the latex down his thick and hard cock. You've watched him do that many times before, in fact you almost never miss it but it never gets boring. It adds just the right amount of lust and pleasure to the moment every time. Plus, Jungkook is incredibly hot putting it on so skilfully, with brows pinched in concentration with his jaw set tight.

He motions for you to get closer, sneaking his hand between your thighs as he rubs your bare sex. The slick wetness there is no surprise to him, neither you feel embarrassed at how quickly he can get you wet. He doesn't comment on it, rather pulls you by your waist closer to him. He gets a hold of his cock, slowly easing you down on it while you lower yourself.

As soon as the head stretches your hole, you gasp in delight while Jungkook keeps a concentrated look between your bodies, watching how he slowly disappears inside of you. The turquoise lights in his car just add to the moment, your head soon thrown in the back in full ecstasy as he stretches your wet and tight walls.

Jungkook grunts, leaving you two just sitting there getting accustomed to the feeling.

"Fuck, that feels so good." you moan, your clit pressed against his pubes.

"You alright? Doesn't it hurt?" He still finds himself asking.

You're not entirely stretched, at least you weren't before Jungkook entered you. But the slight burn and tightness just brought more waves of pleasure to your body.

"No, it feels perfect." you answer, chuckling as Jungkook joins you.

It feels awfully good to just sit on his cock, no need to move yet as you would love for the feeling to last longer. But you're reminded of your citation and you don't have exactly the time to prolong this any more than it's necessary. Though Jungkook doesn't seem bothered and gives you all the time in the world to get used to his thickness, you both know what the two of you are doing is irresponsible in more ways than one. But it's about time now and nothing else.

At first, you begin with rolling your hips to get accustomed to the feeling more. With hands still gripping Jungkook's shoulders, the dress seemingly pressed between your bodies, you love how his palms feel on your ass cheeks. He grips the soft flesh, urging you to roll your hips with more pressure as you both take a sharp breath.

When you gradually need to feel more, and you know Jungkook does too based on the way he's trying to control himself, you lean more against Jungkook's form and use his body as a leverage. You start setting a pace as you start bouncing on his cock, Jungkook's head still tilted back against the seat as he watches your expression twist into a pure pleasure. Mouth agape, brows pinched and the sweetest littlest moans escaping your lips – it's his favorite view when it comes to this.

In a way, it could be considered as luck to see you like this. To experience what you look like when he's deep balls inside you and your whole face is twisted in pleasure. He would never have guessed he would see you like this one day. Both of you would never have guessed you would be in this position at any stage of your lives.

Your ass and the back of your thighs meet top of Jungkook's thighs, the sinful sounds of skin slapping skin surround the car's walls.

"Oh, fuck!" you moan, pressing your forehead against Jungkook's.

He's let you have your fun but he needs more. Moving his hands off your ass cheeks, he moves them to your hips as he holds them tightly before he starts pounding into you. The whole moment is so freaking erotic. Even with you being on top, Jungkook is in full control and you can't help yourself, but stop your movements as you fully welcome his thrusts and control. You wish to help him badly but it feels so fucking good. You can't move.

"Jungkook, fuck!"

Jungkook enjoys your whimpers, focusing on his thrusts as his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth.

He feels you tightening around him and almost like with a snap of fingers, your body tenses as the orgasm comes crashing down on you before it fully relaxes. You keep clenching around him, knees digging into the leather seats as Jungkook's thrusts never halt until he snaps his cock forward into you. He cums with a low grunt, filling condom with his seed as he rides himself off the orgasm until he fully relaxes.

You get off his lap with a little help from him, collecting the dress at your stomach so you don't get it messy. Maybe it already is, fuck.

Jungkook breathes heavily, the tip of his hair clinging to his forehead as he rubs it with the back of his hand. He glances at you, chuckling as his throat bobs at the sound and movement.

"Fuck, that was awesome," he breathes out, glowing from the orgasm. "Let me grab you some tissues, they should be in the glove box. At least I hope so."

He's about to sit upward but you press against his chest, gripping his cheek as you confidently kiss him on his soft lips. He's speechless, looking confused and amazed like hell when you pull away.

"What was that for?"

You let go off his cheeks, smiling at the look he's giving you. He looks hot, amazed and cute at the same time. It makes you let out a soft giggle that you almost don't recognize. And then you swipe the corner of his lips.

"You're drooling, Jeon."

He frowns before his face relaxes, realizing what you've done as amused and deep chuckle rumbles out of his mouth.

"Who wouldn't." he responds cheekily, your face completely heating up as your stomach clenches excitedly at his words.

He laughs, satisfied at your reaction. Whatever you do, somehow Jungkook always wins. Even if he's the one complimenting and ruining you at the same time.

[a-simple-imagine]

Help! My Girlfriend just Fell Down The Alt - Right Supe Supremist Pipeline pt.2

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a cate hurt/comfort where unlike andre's coward ass u actually fix her 🫶 pls and tyy”

Pairing: Cate Dunlap x fem!reader

Words: 1.3k+

A/N - turned this request into part 2 of my other cate story because i'm obsessed with the idea of cate dating an empath. you don’t have to read the first part

WARNINGS - mention of murder, death and blood

PREV //

it's a bright sunny day but the air is polluted with the rich taste of fear; a chaotic blend of fear and anger. you don't know what to do. where to go. you thought you left this behind when you ran. your head aches. heart hammering in your chest. all around you students and faculty scramble in search of safety. Bodies litter the ground. blood drowns the lush green grass. and you are powerless to stop it. useless. this school housed so many heroes but your powers were far from useful. you're almost frozen in time. this very spot on the godu campus, your newfound home. waiting. waiting for the inevitable moment someone notices and you end up just another casualty.

it's so hard to focus with the swirling emotions that invade your head. every inch of your body burned with other people's pain. everyone was feeling so much; too much. it hurt. it felt like your brain might explode. you kinda wish it would. but despite it all your eyes settle on familiar blonde hair. beautiful blue eyes stained deep red. Cate. you had left so abruptly. perhaps you should be more apprehensive right now. but you feel no ill intentions.

"h-hey," it's a pathetic murmur restrained by the pounding in your head. She was your girlfriend and you could hardly say a word. You're not even sure what you could say to rectify this. murdering dean Shetty was one thing. a sad attempt at vengeance. it was hard enough to ignore but this? this came across as insane. this was too much. you had told the others you would deal with Cate not because you actually thought you could help but because you were scared of what they would do. Cate was public enemy one on the campus today.

"I've been looking for you," there's a tenderness to her voice. a softness she reserved for you; especially right now. her emotions are hard to shift through when mixed with so many others. too many others. but a deep anger settles over you. you know it's not directed at you. it's fighting with a desire to have you understand her point of view.

"you have to stop this cate," if only it was that straightforward. if words were enough this wouldn't have happened. you wouldn't have to beg your girlfriend to stop her lethal rampage. even if she physically was not the one killing. it's a weird position to be in. one that fills your stomach with a bottomless darkness pit... or maybe that was just the scene before you. either way, you felt nauseated.

"we're actually getting somewhere," there was an overwhelming weariness to her voice. She was clearly exhausted; struggling to stand straight as she clarified her frustration. you knew well the toll her powers took. that pang of fear every time you've watched her overdo it. you wonder how many people she has pushed into doing her bidding. how much her brain must hurt. how much she needs to rest. even how many people are dying under her authority. "people need to know what was going on here. We aren't just lab rats for Vought- we deserve respect."

"I agree," a flicker of surprise almost sends the blonde tumbling to the ground. "we deserve respect but this isn't how to get it. just stop and we can- we can figure this out." it takes everything in you to risk a step closer. pinpointing her feelings amongst the rest. it was a hazy feeling; tingly almost. you couldn't quite decipher what belonged to who still.

"Why can't you see that this is the only way," she implores. "it's the only way they'll listen."

"it's not worth it Cate," you express. "you're hurting innocent people-"

"they're not innocent." she snarls. Red-hot anger bursts through your veins. your jaw tenses. fist clenched. "you heard what Shetty said. they think we're freaks. they hate us-" You don't want to think about Shetty; you couldn't. it was too much. too taxing. the blood. so much blood. so much bitterness. an unsteady breath pushes its way past your lips.

"you're hurting me, Cate," you bark; fuelled by Cate's fear. her emotions were taking over. driving you forward. "all these emotions- all this fear. my head is on fire. it's too much. I can't- I can't handle it."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, dragging her eyes away. almost like she was unable to bear looking at the suffering she was causing. "I know this is hard for you, I wish it didn't have to be but this is the only way. I'm protecting us. I'm protecting you." you didn't need to be a mind reader to know Cate's intentions. her misguided desire for retribution. more fuelled by revenge for how she has been treated than a will to help people. she's explained it all already.

"Cate..." her name slips tenderly from your lips; biting back her fire that's burning inside. "I don't need protecting. I just- I need you." your desperate now. desperate for the pain to stop. for Cate to give up this crazy crusade. you wanted to go back to how things were. you wanted to hold her hand as you walked across campus to class each morning. wanted to surprise her with a cupcake after a hard day. cuddle up in bed while you watch the cheesiest movie known to man just because she enjoyed it. you wanted normal. you deserved that. you all did. "we can figure this out. I promise we can- just give me a chance." you continue. "I don't wanna lose you." you know she's hesitant by the way her eyes flicker to you and then away again. searching for a reason to deny you. to push you away further. her anger was no longer a raging fire but a muted flame as your words settled over her. "please," expressed softly. "we can get through this together." she could read your mind. She must know you are being genuine.

"Okay," the blonde mumbles, finally meeting your gaze. such pretty eyes even stained with abuse of power. "yeah," she nods a little; holding out her hand. you pause. it would mark a sign of trust. She didn't have her glove which meant that there was a possibility this was just a trick. if you take her hand she could make you do whatever she wanted. she could push you into believing her philosophy. She could kill you if she wanted. surely she wouldn't though? your girlfriend had never used her powers on you. She used to be all about consent. but you also thought she wasn't capable of murder and look at how that turned out. she was probably in your head listening. could hear your doubt. you watch a sadness wash over her face as she retracts her peace offering and in a panic, you roughly grab her hand. it's unexpected even by you. but you couldn't give up on her. you loved Cate, you wanted to trust her. you needed to trust that she was still good.

"I trust you" blurted out loudly. drowning in her anger. in her pain and fear. it's all so much. your legs buckle and it takes significant effort to stay upright. there is a glimpse of something unexplained in her eyes. Cate was the most important person to you. you struggle to watch your paths diverge before you have a chance to tell her your feelings. She probably knew. there was no hiding with Cate. not anymore. but she couldn't hide from you either. you can feel everything. our emotions expose true intentions. and even amongst all the dread, there was a warmth radiating through now like the sun breaking through dark clouds. She held bright feelings for you. you could feel her passion radiating.

"you... trust me?" Cate asks. her voice quiet. unsure.

"I trust you," you give her hand a gentle squeeze. "I just wanna help you- let me help you."

her eyes search yours for a moment before arms are wrapped around your shoulders and Cate falls against you. you stumble back under the weight of her body; the weight of her emotions. but you still hold on tight. chasing that beautifully warm feeling. "just me and you."

"Always," whispered softly.

[bnhaobservation]

What's justice? An easy exercise in comparing how the justice BNHA speak about and the justice other countries speak about is different.

I've been writing recently a couple of posts about how BNHA presents a not-out of Japan friendly worldview. People can realize it by comparing laws and customs but researching on them is a long job so, if you feel like offering me some of your free time, I want to propose you a more simple exercise using something that, to be honest, is not BNHA, but that discuss justice... but let's go in order.

Between 2003/2006 a manga rose to popularity and would inspire other series, "Death Note". I won't discuss here the plot, that's not really relevant and, I like to think, many know it already.

In 2015 the story was transposed in a musical. It's pretty good and it's on one of the musical's songs I want to focus your attention.

The song in question is "Seigi wa Doko ni?" which basically means "Where is the Justice?"

To sum up what's going on, Light, the main character, starts a discussion with the teacher and the other students about, well, where's the justice.

Now, for who doesn't know, the "Death Note musical" songs were written by Frank Wildhorn who realized demos of them with English lyrics. However, for the Japanese musical the lyrics were changed in Japanese ones and those are the ones sung in the Japanese musical.

And boy... the lyrics are SO different and it's not because well, in order for the words to fit with the music they had to change something, they're so different because equally different is the idea those two coutries have of justice.

Now I'll let you first hear the English version. I'll include the lyrics in case you can't hear it. I think you'll find out you can easily follow the discussion as one that could happen in your country, with arguments you've probably heard already and the teacher reacting the way we would expect a teacher to react.

Where is the Justice? (American version)

[Light] Where is the justice When the guilty all go free Why don't we lock them up And throw away the key

[Teacher] I see a young man's anger burning in your eyes

[Light] What you see is my impatience With your noble compromise

Show me what's right about The wrongs that we allow Real people need to feel Protected here and now

This whole damn system's broken way beyond repair It's just law not law and order Not much good and seldom fair

[Teacher] Laws are made for everyone We're treated all the same

[Light] Till a lawyer's tricks can fix the blame

What about the victims Waiting for some justice How can we turn away and say That's just the way things are

[Students] What about the fam'lies Hiding in their houses All of them afraid to walk the streets at night With all their doors locked tight

[Light] Tell me where is the justice If there's any justice

[Teacher] Your simple arguments Have all been made before The world's not black and white The choice not "either-or"

[Light] Perhaps it's time We drain the color from it then Till we're back to seeing black and white And wrong and right again

[Teacher] Overwrought pronouncements Won't improve the paradigm

[Light] Till lawyers cutting deals becomes a crime

[Students] Let the corporations Make the regulations

[Light] And hold no one accountable When everything goes wrong

[Students] Let the rich and famous Get away with murder

[Light/All] Every time a high-priced Mouth-piece starts to talk His client gets to walk

[Light] Tell me where is the justice If there's any justice

[Students] Tell me where

[Light] Where is the justice

[Students] Tell me where

[Light] For all the victims

[Students] Tell me where

[Light] Where is the justice What good is law that can't Punish those who break it

[Students] The politicians Make their speeches all day long While judges pushing pencils Mostly get it wrong

Instead of loopholes For the laws to fall between Let some good old-fashioned pay-back Grease the wheels of the machine

[Light] Isn't everybody sick to death of all this stuff Can't we all stand up and say enough

[Teacher] Have I taught you nothing Have you lost perspective You'd bend the law until it breaks And tell yourself it's right

[Light] Listen to the fam'lies Hiding in their houses All of them afraid to walk the streets at night With all their doors locked tight We must give them their justice

[All] Where is the justice

[Light] We owe them some justice

[All] Where is the justice Where is the justice

THE END

Okay, so this sound like a discussion that you could hear being made, right? It makes sense to you in a way that makes it feel familiar. Now have the Japanese one. I'll include only the translation because the Japanese text would be redundant.

Where is the Justice? (Japanese version)

[Light] Where are you going with that argument? things like justice are pointless concepts

[Teacher] justice is the basis of society

[Light] but there are always double standards For example, how about war? Flying the flag of justice «mutually risking your lives», when in truth it’s nothing but mass murder

[Teacher] well then, what about justice in this country?

[Light] It’s an instrument of political influence «justice» is always a norm decided by leaders with power

[Students] If you seek true justice you have to find a proper leader

[Light] Is that seriously what it takes? Is that even possible?

[Teacher] In order to protect justice, people began having courts of law to regulate

[Light] because laws are full of loop holes evil is just left to itself; that’s common knowledge

[Teacher] it’s good to search for your own sense of justice

[Light] what do you even mean with that?

[Students] not standing out and reading the situation

[Light] living while leaving everything to the flow

[Students] if you advocate for your own justice

[Light/All] you’re laughed at and just ignored and that’s how it’ll always be

[Light] and that’s our «justice»

[Students] True justice

[Light] Where is it?

[Students] Justice is

[Light] Where is it?

[Students] Justice is

[Light] Justice is like a too fickle dream

[Students] Is making money justice? How about being too honest? Naively honest? Is letting go of a grudge justice? Is it enough just wishing for world peace?

[Light] in the middle of this ennui I’m teeming with justice is too far away

[Teacher] Look at the world with a wide field of vision While searching for your own sense of justice

[Light] Something to satisfy this heart Surely calling for justice That is the answer My justice

[All] Where is the justice?

[Light] Where is the justice?

[All] Where is the justice? Where is the justice?

THE END

I take you noticed how drastically the lyrics changed and while part of the song and discussion could still make sense, to you, Light's position is very different and some things the students say might not make any sense at all.

To compare more in deep, where the American version asked where is the justice as the guilty go free, basically complaining about the existence of injustice, the Japanese one went and had Light state justice is a pointless concept, a double standard, something established by the winner of a war.

Where one pointed out laws exist to treat everyone the same... until one finds a loophole to do what he pleases, and asking where's justice for the victim, pointing at how there's who has to live in fear, the other complained justice is a tool decided by who's in power so someone suggested to have justice one has to find the right leader.

Where one complains about corporates and rich getting away with what they want, the other points out justice is "not standing out, reading the situation, living while leaving everything to the flow" and that if you advocate for your justice you'll be laughed at.

And so on.

The two songs go in two very different ways at it because one believes JUSTICE EXISTS but society has lost it, while the other basically doesn't believe justice exists and doesn't even know well what it means, it's just an empty word someone in power decides.

And you find this a bit in BNHA too, in Shigaraki's first confrontation with All Might he points out All might is just a tool that use violence to take others down, not justice.

But I want also you to focus on how in the Japanese version people suggest justice is just "not standing out and reading the situation and going with the flow" and that if one were to pursue his own justice he would be laughed at (because you can't not conform)? Remember Shouji who wore a mask so his scar wouldn't stand out and give the wrong impression of him? Remember how everyone conforms to the 'justice', to the law and who doesn't conform is a Villain? How Midoriya, who doesn't want to conform to how he's Quirkless and so he can't be a Hero was laughed and bullied and the teachers did nothing to stop it?

How no one thought to say something when they heard of Shouto's family problem?

BNHA really moves on completely different concepts, beliefs and ideas.

The difference between BNHA and American comics is like the difference in these two songs, so of course BNHA wouldn't make for a good comic in the same way superhero comics wouldn't make for a good manga.

There's value and culture dissonance, there are dissonance in what matters and what doesn't in what people can and can't do.

Mind you, I think BNHA has plenty of writing flaws... but a part of what to many of us look like flaws aren't flaws in the real sense, they're just culture dissonance and I think it's worth to remember this when criticizing the story or we end up complaining against something that yes, for us it's not right but that for Japan is the norm or, at least, common enough Horikoshi felt it would be safe to include.

Thank you to everyone who kept on reading this and I hope it managed to come out interesting to you even if it ended up using another story's musical.

[soft-pine]

spn20rewatch: 1.21 salvation

wow okay. okay okay.

(i fear my prey-dean-core brain kicked in an cannot turn off so apologies that this one is gonna be slightly less hinged maybe)

anyway on that note. something about john saying this:

This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes.

and then dean coming into focus behind his shoulder really gets me.

there's so many cutting things about dean, sam, and john's conversation in the motel room.

JOHN: All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me. DEAN: Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery. JOHN: You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry.

so things john wants to be called about: sam's visions. things john doesn't want to be called about: dean dying. like i know at this point john is actually more worried about the visions than either son's life but it's just so intense to have it confirmed like that.

and i LOVE that dean calls him out for it. i love that dean, who has been dealing with unreachable father who only seems to want a one-way communication system all season can finally express how fucked up that is! god i love him! this is what i meant last post about the fracture lines of their relationship. john describes the way dean's been acting as a "new tone." keep in mind dean has not pushed back very much against john - and yet, that is new.

now i don't usually spend much time talking about john's emotional landscape but i do think about it a lot (because i have MASSIVE DADDY ISSUES thanks for asking). and i find this line from later in that conversation very interesting.

JOHN: No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want....I want Mary alive. It's just....I just want this to be over.

i mean i can and have pointed out all the ways and times john made choices that made those things unlikely and impossible. but i think the interesting thing here is that john genuinely wants this. i mean in 6.02, sam says that john always said hunting was temporary. 14.13 makes clear that john really did want a different future for his kids than the one he forced them into. to me i guess that is what makes him such a wholistic villain. he's acting out of crisis mode - all of the time. so he can always excuse the current cruelty or unfair situation his kids are experiencing because he's "doing the best he can" or "it's only temporary" or he "has no other choice" etcetera.

and not to get too much into it here but i think dean knows this about him and god that's such a sympathetic place to be honestly. like i can critique john till the cows come home but i won't for one second pretend i don't understand why dean empathizes with him. cause of course dean doesn't want his dad's life to be hard. he doesn't want anyone's life to be hard.

there's a theme i've been picking at through 1.11, 1.12, 1.16, 1.20, and now 1.21: dean slowly stopping believing john wants to keep him and sam safe. i mean john all but confirms that dean's life is not his priority at the beginning of the ep. but at the end of 1.16 and 1.20 we get another layer: dean still wanting to protect john himself. in 1.20 he says, "we're better as a family." and he disobeys john's orders in order to save him - clearly knowing that's at the risk of john being very angry.

i think this exchange really solidifies the two parts of this pattern:

DEAN: I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up. SAM: I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up.

dean doesn't reply. he just looks away.

dean's concern that john will throw his life away for revenge also extends to sam, who dean has to save from trying to run back into the burning house on the chance he could kill the demon.

it's interesting because between 1.09 and 1.21, dean symbolically saves each member of his family from the fire. in home, he saves the mom. in salvation, he carries the father and the baby out (again). however, he never symbolically saves the older sibling - i.e. himself.

it's interesting because the season ends with dean alone almost dying...

and i know. i know a lot of stuff happens after that and it all gets more complicated. but he can try to save his family and he can die for them but he cant save himself and so whose gonna save him? ANYWAY....

Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...*

*man who has been concealing the cracks in himself all season. ough, oooof, owie, etc.

also when i said that dean is john's errand boy last time, i didn't realize that john is literally just like, "[did you] get it?" both times.

lastly, i have literally played myself bc i've done almost the whole first season rewatch notes and been yapping about dean and john and shit and now 1.22 is gonna hit me like that goddamn 18-wheeler.

[born-to-lose]

Steal a Tree

Pairing: Zakk x Brodie

Requested by @jwowwsboobs

Summary: Zakk suggests stealing a Christmas tree, but Brodie doesn't think he's serious - until he has to bail him out.

Tags: shenanigans

Words: 507

A/N: Hiii I'm writing again!! I know this request was for the fic advent calendar 2022, but I only now got to write it so the banner stays 😭

Tag list: @angelontheatrain @smokeandmirrorz

Zakk never cared about Christmas and Brodie didn't go all out either. This year though, Zakk wanted to get a tree. More specifically, he wanted to steal one. “C'mon, it won't be the first time I've stolen something, it's easy enough if you're not a pussy,” he reasoned, annoyedly gesturing with a cigarette in his hand.

“We'll see, dude,” Brodie grinned, assuming he wasn't serious. Sure, he had helped him steal gasoline and diesel as well as shoplift several times, and they had broken into a house before, but for the holidays, he wanted to take it easy. He didn't know where his bad conscience came from suddenly, but for people who put up a decorated tree, Christmas certainly meant something to them, and he didn't feel like ruining it.

Zakk huffed and dropped the topic. Brodie thought he had forgotten about it until the phone rang the next day. Almost instantly, he recognized the number as the local police station and he groaned as he picked up. “Hello, police station. A young man stole a Christmas tree and gave us your number, saying you're his best friend. Can you come to pick him up?”

“Shit… Yeah, sure,” he mumbled.

On the way to the police station, he couldn't stop thinking about how pissed off he was at him. Not necessarily because he pulled through with stealing the tree, but because he knew he had to bail him out and he didn't know how much it would be depending on the shit they had caught him doing previously. It came at the right time, just when he had saved up almost enough to get a new, actually good, guitar amp after his old one had burned down.

“Hey man,” Zakk nodded when Brodie arrived and he was released from his cell.

“Hey,” Brodie replied, “More gratuity, that was my new equipment I paid there for you.”

They got into the car and there was an uncomfortable silence until Zakk scoffed, “They didn't even let me keep that fucking tree, I worked hard enough to get it.”

Brodie looked over to him and raised a brow, but Zakk only continued with his stupid arguments. “My plan was going great until some old neighbor looking out the window with binoculars called the cops on me right before I could get away. They made such a big deal out of it too, putting me in handcuffs and a cell… I chose a house with another tree in the yard, they could have just cut down that one, who cares if the extra tree inside is missing.”

His friend rolled his eyes and focused on the road. “Just because I didn't go ‘hell yeah’ when you suggested it. If I had been there, I could have distracted them or something.”

“Easy to say in hindsight…”

Before they headed home, Brodie pulled into the parking lot of a Kmart and turned off the engine. “Alright, we're buying a tiny fake tree, deal?”

“Deal,” Zakk agreed, accepting the consolation prize. Until next year.

[xxxsharpcheddar]

It looks like you have no interesting at this point in working through this with him and you want to start over with a new person. It very much appears that you still love him with what you post about him. I am not saying your timeline of events is wrong, I am not suggesting that anyone coming forth isn’t being truthful. My guy did something similar nearly 10 years ago and I dumped him. He embarrassed me. My friends and family supported me, this same community supported me. I pushed him away. He got better, he wanted to change and he did. We didn’t talk for about two months. He never left my mind, not for a second. My friends said it was a mistake, the community said it was a mistake, I knew in my heart I wanted him. It took almost a year because we agreed to be in a relationship again. It took time but we got through it. We grew together. Our relationship got so much deeper and more intimate. It transformed how I look at the world and how I understand love and commitment. We have been married for almost 6 years now and I know I made the right choice for me to work it out. You and I are different people, and you have every right to choose to deal with this however you deem necessary. There is not a wrong way to process your anger and sadness.

I hope that either all of us or none of us are judged by the actions of our weakest moments but rather by the strength we show when and if we're given a second chance. No need to post or respond I just wanted to tell you that you have to be truthful to yourself and you can’t allow external pressures to make your decisions for you. Most will ever know how deeply you hurt or how deeply you love the person that hurt you. But I do. It was so hard to forgive him and work through this. I’m thankful I didn’t give up on my heart and the future father of my children. He would burn this world down just to keep me from being cold. You don’t find that in a person that hasn’t walked through fire to get back to you.

Best of luck,

Whew, thank you for sharing this with me. I think I loved the version of him that he painted for me. I don’t think I ever really knew this person. I fell in love with his manipulation tactics. I am mourning what I thought we had and what I envisioned we would become. But when I read those first batches of texts, my heart sank because the person I fell in love with could’ve never done that to me. This was a stranger who had been living in my house for over a month and letting me waste time and money on flights to visit him. I’ll never truly know if he is actually remorseful or just sorry he got caught.

I definitely think relationships can be worth pursuing if a mistake was made and everything was done in their power rectify it. Monolith-ad never acknowledged it. He kept spinning his web of lies and was so confused he started arguing his own texts.

“He would burn this world down just to keep me from being cold.” I love this. I even told him I don’t want a hero. I don’t want someone who’s trying to save the world. I want the villain, if that means putting me above other “conquests” or whatever validation he got from entertaining everyone else.

I think it’s a sort of high for him, among other things, and I hope he gets help. But the fact is I never knew this man. He knew me to my core, and he exploited that. Before I even knew the whole scope of this, and I was talking to my friends about what to do next, my friend said “love is not enough.” If you can disrespect someone you “love” to such an extent, I don’t want to be loved by you. Because that isn’t love.

I know I’m still in the depths of my pain and I am cynical and jaded. I think your experience is painfully beautiful and I do believe in second chances given the right circumstances. I dream about him most nights and wake up in a cold sweat or crying, so he clearly hasn’t left my subconscious. Thank you for sharing such a vulnerable experience. I know you said I didn’t need to respond, but I really appreciate the honesty and vulnerability

[ask-robokasa-and-rui]

Lore Post//

Mafuyu picks up Tsukasa from his house by her car and they drive to her home. On the way, Mafuyu wanted to have small talk with Tsukasa. However, he WAS going through a rough time. And since he was sitting in the back seat, Mafuyu thought that this would be a great moment for him to finally cope a bit in silence. It always helped her calm down when she was feeling bad, she believed it would be the same for Tsukasa. When they arrived, Mafuyu got out and opened the door for Tsukasa, holding her hand out for him. It was the same as a prince helping a princess get down.

Oh..! Uhm...thank you...

Tsukasa awkwardly took her hand and got out. Mafuyu unlocks the front door and they both enter the house. Tsukasa was almost immediately greeted by Mafuyu's mother.

"Ah, Tenma-san! Right, Mafuyu did talk about you coming over. Please, make yourself comfortable. If you'd like, I can make tea for the both of you!"

It's nice to meet you too Ms. Asahina...

Thanks mom! Tea would be nice, it helps with bad emotions!

"Right. I'll make it, you two go have fun!"

T-Thank you...

They go in Mafuyu's room.

Don't mind my mom. She's only like that when a guest arrives.

Really? Is she the opposite when you two are alone?

Mhm.

Oh...I'm sorry to hear that...

...No wait...

Hm?

I'm sorry...I invited you to make you feel better, not to make you feel worse by gushing about my problems.

Oh it's fine...I need something to take my mind off of things anyway...

I know but...I'm just worried about you. You're acting like high school me.

Ugh...high school...what a hell it was...

Yeah. I don't think anyone liked their high school time.

Hehe...hnm...

Maybe I triggered something? Saki-san did mention his trauma in high school to me...Ugh...I shouldn't have said that.

You have...lots of bunnies in your room...

Oh, yes. They're my favorite animal! What about yours?

Uhm...I like dogs...but cats are pretty cute too. And birds are so interesting. Though if we're talking about any animal it has to be any sea animal! Their living style is so interesting and it's so much fun to look up and research about them!

Mafuyu listens intently to Tsukasa's words. Tsukasa is talking about things he enjoys other than dealing with Ena's death. This was a good step. Mafuyu couldn't mess it up now.

Which sea animal do you like researching the most?

For underwater, it's either sharks or jellyfish! For above it's otters and platypuses! Did you know jellyfishes don't have a heart, brain or anything else but can still live? Oh! Oh oh!! And then there's these tardigrads and oh god they are fascinating!! Their other name is "Sea bears"! They can live in extreme weather! Without oxygen! And it's so interesting!!!

How did this conversation go from bunnies to sea bears that can live without oxygen?

No clue!

Mafuyu's mom knocks and opens the door.

"Hey kids...I made you two tea."

Thanks mom! I'll take that from you.

Mafuyu takes the tea set from her mother. After that, her mother leaves. Mafuyu touches one of the cups before taking the other one. Tsukasa raises the other cup and takes a sip. He immediately drops the cup on himself because he burned his tongue, and ends up burning himself again. Idiot.

GAH-!! Hng-!

Oh god. I'll get some napkins.

Mafuyu leaves to get napkins. While she does. She glances at her mother, which she notices.

"Is something wrong dear?"

You made the tea hotter for one of the cups. I'm not stupid.

"Oh but why would I ever do that? You're simply overreacting."

Hey. Remember why dad divorced with you? It's because you're a piece of shit that makes sure when you're in a bad situation, you make someone's already bad situation to hell. Learn to suck it up you bitch ass cunt.

"..."

With that, Mafuyu goes back to her room and gives Tsukasa some napkins.

Oh...thank you...

You're welcome...

B-But you didn't have to do this...

I just want to make sure you're okay.

Huh...?

Sigh...Saki told me about your state and I can't lie that I became worried...a lot for you.

...!

Because...We all have different ways of coping, but I want to make sure yours is a safe one.

Asahina-san...

Please....just call me by Mafuyu...

Mafuyu...Mafuyu...

Hm?

Sniff...sniff...I uhm...can I get a hug...? I'm just...

No need to explain. Of course.

Mafuyu hugged Tsukasa tightly. Tsukasa gripped on her very tight. She wants to...make sure he's coping in a safe way? That's too much. You could never hear that from anyone. Not even your parents. And Mafuyu just said it like that. Even with Saki, he wanted to stay strong. He didn't want her too see him as vulnerable as a lost kitten. But it felt like Mafuyu broke a limit. Like...she knew his life and knew the right things to do. He was so greatful to have her. He cried like never before. Mafuyu sensed different types as he cried. A lost kid's cry. A cry of a middle schooler who failed a test. A cry of a collage students who couldn't get accepted. The cry of a girl who broke up with her lover. The cry of a boy who broke up his lover. The cry of a mom who lost her baby. The cry of a man who lost her wife. The cry of a dog who witnessed it's puppies getting taken away. The cry of a cat who saw it's kittens die before it. All the cries in the world...yet his cries hurt Mafuyu deep. She didn't want to let go. So she didn't.

Tags: @aspenii @bobcross1010 @blankblyke @delartz @kusanagi-nene-official-mod @t4m4r1 @kiwi-does-stuff @mai-mai-mai @mizuribbons @scodscod

[council-of-beetroot]

You asked for PolPru asks, so here goes:

If they ended up in a relationship in the modern day, who would break the news to Lithuania, and how? Or would they just try to hide it for as long as possible? Would a threesome ever work out, or would Prussia and/or Poland be too jealous? Also, would Hungary approve of PolPru, or would she beat the shit out of Prussia immediately?

What are Poland’s favorite aspects of Prussia’s personality, and what are his least favorites? And vice versa?

From what I’ve seen you headcanon that Poland and Prussia got married during the partitions, and Poland later ended up living with Austria instead (which I love and have incorporated into my own list of headcanons btw), so how did the divorce go? Who initiated it, and why? Did Poland annoy Prussia enough to finally get him to sign the papers? How did Poland get Prussia to agree- did he have to burn down Prussia’s house, or did something else finally change his mind?

Please don’t feel pressured to answer these asks- you can answer as many or as few as you like! Have a great day!

Liet

I feel like they would never shut up about it or would never actually say the words we're in a relationship. They could be getting married and Gil would be like when asked about his relationship with Feliks he'd be like "I fucking hate that bitch"

Threesome

They've definitely had threesomes, it's a fun way to explore power dynamics between the three of them in my opinion. I could see two of them domming the other in any combination which is what I'm here for. Feliks likes the attention so it's fun for him to see gil and liet fight for him. He gets to play damsel in distress and now liet can save him from Gilbert. Feliks likes roleplay and drags these two into with mixed results.

Erzsi

Erszi thinks it's adorable. Also she's a fujoshi so now she has more to work with when it comes to making porn.

Feliks' favourite and least favourite aspects

Gil is unintentionally thoughtful at times, he's the tough love that Feliks needs in a relationship or Feliks will push and push. Feliks finds it annoying but it is what makes it work.

He can be oddly comforting at some points because he is blunt. Which Feliks definitely needs.

He's annoying as fuck

Gil's favourite and least favourite aspects

He's fun to piss off because he always takes the bait. He gets so pissy but half the time he ends up enjoying time with Gil anyway. He's spontaneous and so entertaining and he's so small so it's like watching an angry kitten.

Feliks is bratty (although that's also a positive), emotional, and can be frustrating to deal with and it's hard to make him see reason. He is stubborn as well. He beats him at videogames as well.

Divorce, marriage, and living with austria

I don't have a set timeline so I usually play around with many scenarios although these two scenarios could technically work in the same timeline as I usually have Feliks with Prussia towards the earlier years and I had Feliks with Austria for pesach around the 1880s. There are so many places to Feliks to be partition era it's so fun.

Reading imperialist poetry from Pushkin where it sounds like a scenario where Ivan is beating the shit out of Feliks, the neighbors (rest of Europe) see and question him and he's likw don't mind us we're family and sometimes family means beating the shit out of someone for their misbehaviour. Then Feliks is like wtf we're not family and we never will be.

I'm not kidding this is what Pushkin wrote

Mickiewicz also was like wtf and responded with your capital was paid with the blood of Lithuania

Hmm as for divorce I think Feliks would just leave eventually and they never really end things and it's always up in the air whether or not they are actually married. Feliks pulls out the you married me for political reasons and nothing more so bye lmao.

The marriage thing though I think is really fun because it allows me to write Gil being either a complete ass or surprisingly nice. I do also like keeping liet and Feliks separate during the partitions because it makes sense to me that if you are going to control two former rulers of eastern Europe who worked well as a team for centuries, separate them as they have forgotten what it's like to not have someone who has your back at all times.

[black-quartz-sphinx-judge-my-vow]

Iolanthe, Queen of the Golden Beryl Palace

Pinch me I’m in love.

Third in characters, who I decided I would love based solely on their art, the others being 1st Place Gleaming Genisis, and The Lunar who's name escapes me. No one ever remembers 2nd place :(. Well if you judge enough books by their covers, eventually the writer will do service to their artist.

Is it a coincidence that I'm in love with both of the big bad fae characters? I dunno, but I'm happy we're here.

So first things first. Apparently when The Scarlet Empress activated the swordofcreation.net it covered the land in iron needles, to burn and kill all of the fae. Um.... freaking baller! That's so cool! I was always told she just nuked the world, which was always highly disappointing, and inconsistent with the setting. I much prefer the idea that the swordofcreation.net can just produce whatever world ending weapon you need for that particular instant. Iron needles to cover the earth? You got it. Nuclear Armageddon? No problem! A media ecosystem specifically designed to radicalize it's viewers, and turn them into facists? We're on it.

Iolanthe is a Fae Prince who managed to hide her people under ground in the southwest of The Enchanted Isle, and there she has ruled for three hundred years. Now that the Empress is gone, she looks to build and army, and finish the crusade she started centuries ago.

And sure it's upsetting that one of her intimacies is pretty much "The South Will Rise Again.", and yes she's probably not vaccinated, and maybe I let her borrow $500 dollars to pay for her ex's bail money, but I love her!

Her gown is sewn from the vows of her subjects, um very cool. Especially since it gives her 16 Soak and 7 Hardness. She's covered in gold and jewels, and has a hearthstone the size of an egg. She carries no weapons because her words alone, can kill a man. Yes please.

I'm a real sucker for the vain queen archetype, and I think Iolanthe fulfills her role perfectly. Her defining Intimacy is "No one will contest my beauty and power." which has got to be a rough way to live your life. If no one can contest your power... you're just going to keep fighting until you're dead, basically. Sad. Her more interesting intimacy is that she views The Golden Beryl Palace as her pet... so like... is it alive? I personally think her having a huge crystal elemental that she uses as a palace, is awesome.

Furthermore she's got a whole host of minions and secrets she's collected during her years of exile. It's interesting to note that she knows the locations of ancient exalted burial sites, not just solar! Soooo that's really interesting right? Entire complexes dedicated to the exalted built during their war with the primordial? I'd do it. Arlington Cemetary for legions of Dragonblooded soilers. She's also made deals with the mountainfolk, stupid sexy house Iselsi, and proto-humans. So you can take this to mean things like neanderthals/ troglodytes typical underdark stuff. Or you could go the way of Adam Kadmon, which is basically Adam of The Bible before he was put into a physical and earthly vessel, essentially perfect humans. We imagine these proto-humans were found in caves, but what if Iolanthe just found vaults created by the primordial for some of their experiments? These humans were a little too powerful for what they had planned for Creation, so they hid them away and worked on teaching humans how to fart and be racist. They give you lots of chances to make her a big bad in your game, including an excuse for giving her a big bloated army.

During Earthquakes her people will rise out of the ground, and drag people down into their crystal lair, either turning them into food, or she'll just step on them until they're so in love they'll fight for her. Which includes equipping them with flawless fae weapons and armor.

Her stats are superhuman, some of the best/the best in the book. I don't know nothing about previous editions. But I did hear that when Fae was a player choice, their whole thing is that their stats could go beyond 5, so it's cool that her own stats reflect that. With a 7 in Apperance and charisma, and a 6 in Stamina.

One of her charms let's her use your own intimacies against you, when she uses her voice to kill you, she can talk about your intimacies and reduces your soak, hardness, and cover bonus by and amount equal to your intimacy, Sick! An attack wich already, by itself does 15 dice of damage. Her ultimate attack is that she does an attack against your character's resolve, and for every extra success, she reduces your willpower by 1, if it goes to zero, you either get a defining derangement, or are polymorphed... FOREVER!

For defense she has a charm that just let's her ignore, any defense negating abilities you have. (I.e she effortlessly grabs the attack, that literally says unblockable between her fingers like it's nothing. But the even cooler/ way dumber charm, makes it so if an attack kills her, you discover that you've been fighting an illusion. A nearby combatant throws off their disguise revealing that they were Iolthane the entire time! Then she resets to base Initiative, hilarious.

She has Intimacy overriding charm, but her really interesting charm, allows her to grant a character supernatural dedication on a quest she's given then. This not only gives them a number of bonus dice to all of their actions equal to the intimacy she used to manipulate them, it also gives them Intimacyx2 Mutations to help with the question. Perferct PERfect PERFECT! for those character's who your team has eclipsed, coming back for their miniboss fight at the end of the campaign!

She also makes it harder to resist her, playing with your intimacies, making it cost up to THREE willpower to resist her temptations.

Okay, a little extra reading did in fact reveal that The Golden Beryl Palace, is an elemental. A Gemlord, who was once a prince among the earth elementals. It's a mile wild elemental that the fae live in. It's memory has been erased, and all the remains is it's loyalty to Iolanthe, kind of sad actually. He can sense the nature of anything inside of him, and also has instant telecommunication with Iolanthe, so good luck getting away with anything while inside the palace. Oh, wait, you're solars.

Rating: 10/10 long-ass nails, drumming bordely on her fainting couch. Absolutely marvelous, great work, very pushed. I have no idea why she was paired with Siluris, both writeups were so good, and had so much content. Definitely one of the better packages of the group. Love her! I'm already thinking about introducing her in my Dragonblooded campaign.

Misc. Golden Beryls are basically just Yellow Saphires/ Emeralds. They're found in Namibia, Madagascar, and Brazil. You can see them in her Jewlery, anklet, necklace, and big ass ring.

If you squint her name looks like Lolth, and her people are basically the Drow. I dunno, I thought that was funny.

Iolanthe, is also a Gilbert and Sulivan Opera, about the fairy Iolanthe who arranged all the fairies' music and dance, but was banished for the crime of loving a mortal.

Hooks:

1. The name Iolanthe has been scrubbed from the records of man. All but forgotten, to the realm. Only the people of the south, the lands she scoured before coming to the blessed isle remember her name. When they speak of it, they talk as if referring to some primordial terror, abomination, or even natural disaster. They only know that whole valleys of civilization were wiped away by the Iolanthe, and now on The Blessed Isles, those who claim to see the future, shudder and convulse, the only thing to escape their lips is madness, and a single name: Iolanthe.

2. When the civil war breaks out, the relatively empty Southwest is neglected and forgotten, it's the backyard, of a Great House, and not very contested. Until practically overnight, that house falls into ruin as Iolanthe rises from The Southwest to claim their lands. With monsters, and hordes of fanatical follower, the great houses must now contend with yet another hopeful for the throne. Iolanthe only ever feared one woman, and now that's she's gone, she'll bring ruin to The Scarlet Empresses' legacy. Revenge for the humiliation she's endured for three centuries.

3. Iolanthe has had enough of hiding beneath the earth. She now seeks to park her home on the tallest point in creation. Like King Kong The Golden Beryl Palace emerges from the earth, and begins to climb to the top of The Imperial Mountain. From her perch upon the word, she will speak and all of creation will hear her. First she will make them all love her, and shout their praise in a single voice. Then she will drive them mad, and then once nothing is left of civilization, culture, or meaning, she will simply ask creation to stop.

4.Iolanthe is nearly unstopable, her powers are too immense, too deadly, too dangerous. However, no matter how many victories she scores against he players, it's never enough. She must always live with the fact that she wasn't able to beat The Scarlet Empress. The players can use this to distract her from her mission of world domination, or maybe this thought occurs to Iolanthe if she's already won, for some sort of post-loss campaign, but nothing she's done has any meaning if she did it without besting The Scarlet Empress. She must find her, and beat her to prove that Iolanthe's beauty and power is uncontested. Once the players have convinced her of this, she drops everything, world domination, her armies, and schemes and pours everything she has into finding her rival. Buying the players enough time to figure out a way to destroy her. Maybe Iolanthe actually helps the players goals, if they're truly set on finding The Scarlet Empress.

5. Iolanthe either as herself or as maybe a kindly witch, or other friendly lass asks the players for help, in completing a quest. A quest that happens to fit perfectly into their intimacies. Unforunately for them as soon as they accept Iolanthe rips off her disguise and reveals her true form, but her bewitching charms make it so they can't help but zealously pursue the quest they agreed to go on. Furthermore Iolanthe grants them mutations based to help with their quest, and bonus die on all their actions. The quest is in their interest, destorying a Dragonblooded army or something like that. The players find their mutations quite useful, and they're more powerful than ever serving her... They may be tempted to stay on her side, and even if they're not, she'll provide that temptation for them.

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Death Note AU - Where is the Justice except it's about the corruptness of Mayor Bourgeois, and how Ladybug and Cat Noir aren't doing their jobs to properly punish those who cause akumatizations. I can see Miss Mendeliev being the teacher and the Science Kids being his fellow classmates in the song.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Now, if you’ll turn your pages to- *A crash is heard outside* Uh, okay! Everyone, you know the drill. Stay calm and stay inside while Ladybug and Chat Noir handle things.

Simon: Sure, teach. Sure, we let them handle things like they’ve been handling things for half a year now.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Simon-

Simon: No! No, I’m gonna say it. I truly thought things would be different with superheroes. Especially two that are close to our age, but now? Things seem to be worse!

Cosette: Hell yeah! Akuma victims are treated like pariahs, and what have those two done to stop it? Not only that, but they don’t do shit about the people who maliciously cause Akumatizations.

Ismael: Know what? They’re right. Bob Roth, Chloé, the mayor, Bustier, and every other bastard like them! Ladybug and Chat Noir say they’ll defend us, but I still don’t feel safe. I don’t feel safe expressing my emotions or getting mad at people who piss me off becuase it’ll just come back to bite me in the ass.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Listen, class. While those are well meaning arguments, I… Our current system is what it is. We have law and justice, but… But sometimes… It doesn’t always work out in everyone’s favor.

Marc: … Wouldn’t you argue that law and Justice are two completely separate things?

Mme. Mendeleiv: … I suppose. They’re certainly two sides of the same coin.

Marc: Really? It seems more like we’re binding two separate things together.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Well, then… What are your thoughts on the heroes and our current justice system?

Marc: … Where is the justice

When the guilty all go free?

Why don't we lock them up

And throw away the key?

Mme. Mendeleiv: I see a young man's anger burning in your eyes

Marc: What you see is my impatience

With your noble compromise

Show me what's right about

The wrongs that we allow

Citizens need to feel

Protected here and now

This whole damn system's broken way beyond repair

“Heroes” don’t know law and order

Don’t know good or treating us fair

Mme. Mendeleiv: Laws are made for everyone

Most are treated all the same

Marc: Till a rich man’s tricks can fix the blame

What about the victims

Waiting for some justice?

How can the heroes turn away and say

To not get upset next time?

Science Kids: Do they see the families

Hiding in their houses?

Marc: All of them afraid to walk the streets at night

Worried they’ll be in an Akuma’s sights

Tell me, where is the justice?

If there's any justice?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Your simple arguments

Have all been made before

The world's not black and white

The choice not "either-or"

Marc: Perhaps it's time

We drain the color from it then

Till we're back to seeing black and white

And wrong and right again

Mme. Mendeleiv: Overwrought pronouncements

Won't improve the paradigm

Marc: Till blue bloods cutting deals becomes a crime

Science Kids: Let a so-called hero

Choose who’s ally or foe

Marc: And only hold us accountable

When we get Akumatized!

Science Kids: Let the rich and famous

Get away with murder

Marc: Every time Hawkmoth

Strikes and we’re scarred for life

No one cares for our strife

Tell me where is the justice?

If there's any justice

Science Kids: Tell me where

Marc: Where is the justice?

Science Kids: Tell me where

Marc: For all the victims

Science Kids: Tell me where

Marc: Where is the justice?

What good is law that won’t

Punish those who make it?

Cosette: The heroes keep

Promising salvation all day long!

We look to them with hope

But it seems we were wrong!

Jean: They keep condoning loopholes

For the laws to fall between!

They should let some good old-fashioned pay-back

Grease the wheels of the machine!

Marc: Isn't everybody sick to death of all this stuff?!

Can't we all stand up and say enough?!

Mme. Mendeleiv: Have I taught you nothing?

Have you lost perspective?

You'd bend the law until it breaks

And tell yourself it's right

Marc: Do they see the families

Hiding in their houses?

All of them afraid to walk the streets at night

Worried they’ll be in an Akuma’s sights…

We must give them their justice!

Science Kids: Where is the justice?!

Marc: We owe them some justice!

Science Kids: Where is the justice?…

Where is the justice?

Mme. Mendeleiv: … *Sighs* Let’s continue the lesson.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

arrrghhh and having a moment just now b/c earlier i was rewatching this clip and appreciating how ofc not only is it a stellar little expression saga of jeremy's there but it's so Relevant to how we're being shown like [yeah clearly this is a bad idea but we are led to understand why he'd do it anyways] when like yeah jeremy's hurt & miserable as this new computer enemy immediately beating him up insulting him like you're the worst die Admit You're The Worst & Die. but also like jeremy was already There & already getting that message from others / life, which is why he's in this situation already, and why even though this obvious antagonism & hurtful treatment Does dig that hole a little deeper it's like, still more of the same from jeremy's perspective / a supposed further confirmation of what he was already sufficiently believing was true anyways. but what's so different & new to him is this like invented & temporary Vision Of How Things Could Be where suddenly he's getting attention that is so positive & everyone is sooo hyped about him we love everything about you....and That's what's so much more motivating to jeremy than the previous shit that he of course experienced as Unpleasant

and then just now was looking at this gifset again with christine being surprised by how as she's increasingly exiting the defensive mode of trying to stay out of the way / rein herself in, jeremy's just interested and encouraging and giving Thee clearest most positive feedback as earnestly and spontaneously as she's being rn....the way that she's having a parallel experience to jeremy's Mall Visions Of Possibility like here's this random person suddenly who is responding so positively to whatever tends to be reacted to negatively as [weird/wrong/overmuch]....their earnest spontaneous little parallel threads that keep weaving together throughout the story like. christine and this ever surprising new person who first crops up super nervous but then really openly enthused about Her enthusiasm; freaking out at a mall food court; doing great at play rehearsal even though he's new to this; then a whole moment where at first he's maybe being confusingly standoffish compared to that enthusiasm at their first meeting but then the whole [i guess a part of me xyz] section of a guy that i'd kinda be into like waaaaauugh oh lord and now i'm thinking of the agtikbi reprise like i am sweeping the bmc obcr up into my arms for so many reasons & including that track is a hell of one....being presumably a bit further bemused by jeremy's whole deal but during this period where christine's presumably a bit preoccupied w/the play and with trying to try new things and dating jake, there goes jeremy suddenly dating brooke apparently & eventually evidently christine is like okay i guess he's in this popular kids group more cohesively than i am & [whatever interpretations in how christine thinks that jeremy is also hooking up far & wide w/ppl in that group lol] but here he is also feeling in over his head & overwhelmed & out of place after trying to play the part & Act Correctly & indeed managing to end up here & yet....And Yet they can have another earnest vulnerable spontenaous enthused encouraging moment on the couch, despite that then of course christine's like okay look in general What is going on around here, and that's even before anyone's burned down a house & so forth, all before we he she they get Proof of what jeremy wants & feels & chooses, and have that reunion finally with finale jeremy where it's like, yeah he's got more confidence in Himself, ofc he still likes her and her as herself, and he's still nervous but okay with that, she's more comfortable likewise being out of her comfort zone lol not trying to maximally stay either in the one arena she can be herself Or otherwise out of everyone's way, ugh their vimh moment like that willingness to be vulnerable with this person b/c as in any interactions you're not guaranteed "safe" but the stakes of that and effort of navigating are made lower by having this trust and understanding and knowing this person genuinely cares....the fact that they can misunderstand each other And That's Fine because they can and do just go "no, i mean xyz" which in turn isn't to chastise but an earnest effort to connect & let this other person understand & know you better & believing that They want to exert the effort to Try To Get It, to Genuinely Care....waah

tl;dr that the way jeremy is (theoretically) looked at in the mall while simply existing when everything is going to be wonderful and so alive & is so moved by is the way christine experiences jeremy looking at her For Real when they're first properly meeting in the i love play rehearsal scene, and furthermore: ;ww;

[luffythinker]

glad you like my softcore Shigs/Dabi this soft version of them i think when Shigs actually talks about what he said Dabi is gonna tell him, "yo, if you don't wanna talk about it right now we don't have to that shits personal. you say what you want when you can. Don't feel forced or some shit" and they do eventually talk about it and Shigs is so afraid what Dabi is going to say or do to him. He even tells him about the dead name stuff, he can't bring himself to say it but he writes it down and gives it to Dabi cause he tells him he never wants him to call him this name and Dabi looks at it and at Shigs, he passes him a paper turned down to the floor and he's like whats this? when he tells him what it is he burns it without looking at it and he tells him. "I already know your name, the name you told me that's all im gonna call you if it's not a stupid nickname." This tugged Shigs heart a whole lot, that another thing he fell in love about with Dabi. i bet Dabi calls Shigs butterfly and shaggy while Shigs calls him doofy and daffy cause thats so cute. They are the type of people where Shigs is sitting in a chair and he'll just go snap in front of him to get his attention off the game and Dabi will pick him up like "Hey, i wanna show you something" or he'll say that while he's coming over there and pick him up and take him to the thing he wants him to see he either made or found outside or inside the house. The league used to sleep on one mattress together until they found an abandon house they turned into their own home. It's got 0 lights so they just put up candles and other things of that sort, there are plants growing inside the house from the broken windows, theres no running water but there is a river near by, electricity is working because something mr compress did they don't question so we got TV and somebody pays for all the phone bills so the fuck with TV we got cell service Himiko and Twice watch kids shows and the mattress situation eventually they got their own beds one of them sleeps on the couch with a blanket but Dabi and Shigs just didn't part with sleeping together so they were doing it casually like actually just sleeping until they started dating without like saying it so they started to cuddle, Dabi is a huge cuddler Shigs is afraid to touch Dabi cause he doesn't want to hurt him but if he wears his gloves everything is ok that doesn't mean he isn't reflex cautious. Shigs is the plant parent he's got all the plants growing it gives him something to do and calms his nerves, stops him from itching so much and Himiko watches him do it they like to chat while he waters and talks about his plants, what kind they are and best ways to deal with whatever is wrong with them "These dont like a lot of water, this one drinks it real fucking fast" its so bonding ivndrbhfgdj Dabi picked up smoking and likes to sit in the windows and smoke ONLY WHEN HES SUPER STRESSED shigs doesn't like it and he's trying to stop he really is Twice and Dabi like to sit on the roof and have deep chats about how fucked their lifes are, you know conversations that hit "one day we're gonna die" levels of deep. Dabi and Shigs don't really kiss a lot they more just touch foreheads/noses and hold eachother, they like to feel that the other is there.

NSFW headcanons ahead>>>>> They don't have sex a lot but when they do it's a symphony of feelings, they don't switch because Dabi can't take a dick he just can't deal with it and Shigs is fine with that, they tried it didn't work (I have yet to find a bottom shigs fic and it bothers me) Dabi likes to do it sitting, whether Shigs is sitting on him or he's got him on his stomach. His favorite position is to have shig lay down on his stomach while Dabi sits behind him, or facing each-other so they can hold hands and when it's over he can collapse on him. They don't have sex they just make love. It's not usually rough or anything they just take it slow. Dabi likes to kiss his neck and Shig likes to cling to him or the bed. It's a running gag in the house that everyone thinks Dabi is the one getting it and they think it's funny.

end of NSFW stuff

Dabi cut his foot on the broken window once and when he made a groaning painful sound and said "FUCK" Shigs stoped what he was doing and came running "WHAT HAPPEN?" Shigs is kinda protective of Dabi thats really sweet. both of them probably take baths in the river together, that's cute too if they ever get water in the house they would sit in the tub together. The all usually go to the store together, Dabi likes to sit in the cart so does Himiko and Twice. Shigs is bad at cooking and Dabi is not, because Rei probably taught him or he watched her so he's really good at cooking. Himiko can make a cake in a cup in the microwave. Shigs likes to walk around barefoot Dabi didn't at first but he adapted that from him. Shigs never called Dabi his boyfriend but he called him his husband before. Dabi was all. "whoa whoa whoa, since when?" and Shigs likes to be called partner once they are out to everyone they go by he/him/they/them but he doesn't want to be called a husband. Shig sits on the counter while Dabi cooks, he probably walks up behind him in the morning and hugs him while he's cooking swaying and sleepy. They all watch the moon together at night but sometimes Dabi and Shig just watch it from their bed cause they have a balcony in their room and the glass from the sliding door is broken and you can see it even if you close it. i keep saying this but they so love holding eachother and just living, existing together.

I want more them doing normal things and living lifes. they are eachothers safe place.

okay so... hi! i'm so sorry for taking so long to reply, my work was crazy, then i went to Rio and then i went straight back to work and today i have a couple of hours in between shifts so let's get into this <3

I love the concept of Dabi burning the paper with shigs' dead name on it without even looking at it, it's so on brand for him to do that

it's so hard for me to picture them cuddling but somehow it makes sense ?? i can see them having an aki-angel dynamic (headcanons) where one wants to touch without care and the other needs to be careful so he doesn't accidentally kill his boyfriendkjdfjfd

shigaraki being into plants just make sense, i think he would like the feeling of taking care of living things and knowing that he is capable of creation and just destruction (he wouldn't really admit that tho, but i know he feels like this sometimes)

nsfw headcanons >>>>>

it's nice you touched on this topic bc in my head they're both in the ace spectrum, like sex just isn't something either of them craves it that much or want to have all the time, they both want intimacy and sex is a means to that, but there are other ways, especially since touch is so complicated for them, i think exploring these would feel better to them than just sex. it's a shame there's not many fics of bottom shigaraki, because i think it suits him a lot better than just being the top. i don't think they would just make love tho? they're both pretty crazy and fucked up so i think they would love to explore a bunch of stuff too (or maybe it's just me projecting cause having a fire quirk and not using it for something seems like such a waste lmao), not even pain related but a lot of sensation play? maybe with cold, warm, wax, blindfolds, cuffing, fear play (like imagine playing with the fear of shigs quirk, 4 fingers wrapped around dabi and the danger that just one more would have them GONE) [maybe I'm just crazy idk] what do you think about this?

end of nsfw stuff

i love the idea of protective shiggy, i can see shigaraki hating endeavor's guts for all the things he did to dabi; also i loved the random info that himiko can make microwave cake, she's just like me fr

i think it's so special being each other's safe haven in such a chaotic universe and way of living, i know they want to burn the world but i think sometimes they wonder if they could ever just settle down sometime and enjoy existence together

[mashas-rotting]

The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 3

Chapter Warnings: fighting, blood purity discrimination, blood, pain, torture-ish, p in v sex, kinda soulmate au, attempted murder, death threats, again maybe dead dove. Idk anymore

"HOW DARE YOU!?" You screamed at the tall wizard leaning against the door way of your detention. Detention, you now had until the end of the year of due to you "tampering with the quidditch equipment" and almost killing Moore, the only muggleborn on the slytherin team. The head master told you if he had been killed you would have been expelled and never allowed to do magic again. "I don't know what you mean, but you should lower your voice. I hear they're trying to expel you." Tom taunted.

Infuriated you pull out your wand, but before you could cast anything you were writhing on the floor in pain. It was like being burned from the inside out. If the write-offs had been a 1 on a scale of 1/10, this was a 20. Only when you saw tom standing with his wand drawn did you realize he had cruxiod you. "Him" an ethereal voice whispered inside your head.

Merlin, anyone but him.

"You are pathetic. I tried to be merciful and have them take your magic away, but blank had to live, and now I'll have to deal with you how I should have from the beginning."

"Depulso!" You cast slamming him into the wall behind him before he could throw another curse.

"Exspeliamus!" He tried to unwand you but you were able to avoid it which also somehow put you closer to him. "Not many have been able to land a spell on me, you should be proud. It is both the only and last impressive thing you will ever do. The dark haired wizard laughed as you circled each other. His eyes held something wild and feral in them. He was enjoying this... and so we're you.

Spells flew through the classroom. Books were thrown from shelves and jars of various dead specimen shattered. Still, neither of you landed another hit on the other. Both of you were out of breath. Tom threw his head back in laughter and began walking towards you his wand at his side. You waited curious to see what was coming. He stopped closer to you than you expected. You could feel his breath on your face as he smiled down at you.

You don't know why, but when he raised his wand to your collar bone, you just let him. "Do it." You heard yourself say, although you don't remember saying it. Tom looked confused for a moment. Recovering quickly, he dragged his wand down your chest, slicing your skin and part of your shirt. You gasp at the familiar feeling. It wasn't meant to kill. It was exactly as deep as the quill had cut you.

Your eyes were locked onto each other's. "Again." You whisper. "Fuck" you groan as he adds another slice following the line of your hip bone, making you subconsciously arch your hips into him. The blood dripped slowly, staining his shirt as your bodies now press together. The sharp bite of his wand pressing harshly under your chin forced you to tilt your face up and therefore closer to his. "What... are you doing... to me." He questioned somehow making it sound like a statement

"Nothing."

"What do you want from me?" Finally, a question you could answer.

"Everything "

His lips were soft against yours before either of you realized it was even happening he pulled back as if he had been electrocuted. "Ruin me." You grip his house robes pulling him tighter against your body. "Please." You begged in a whisper when he didn't move. Suddenly he spun you around so that you faced the wall and pulled your hips back to meet his very apparently hard cock that was currently held back by his pants. The pressure made both of you moan in unison.

"Ah!" You bury your face into the wall as a familiar sting sliced across your back. This shirt would never recover. Your breath catches before you whimper at the both painful and pleasant sting of his tongue on your back licking your blood. "Tom, I need it." You're not sure if you meant more pain, or his cock. "Needy little thing." He sounded disgusted, but it sent shivers through you regardless. Slowly Tom lifted your skirt. Another slice caught you off guard this time across your ass, leaving you exposed as it cut through your underwear. Jerk, he could've just taken them off.

Before you could voice your disapproval at the loss of your panties you felt him sliding the head of his cock between your lips hitting your clit. "Fuck." You breathe out and grip the wall spreading your legs so he can get better access. "I could kill you." He says holding his wand against the side of your neck. "I still think you might." You reply laughing. In one motion he shoved himself inside you completely. The action makes him drop his wand and bite your neck to keep from groaning. You cry out at the sudden feeling of complete and utter fullness. Fuck you'd never been this full. It stung a little as he stretched you.

And just like that he was pulling your hips into his as he thrust into you. Every movement fueled pain from the cuts that littered your body and pleasure from the absolute insanity that was fucking Tom riddle. He was owning you, ruining you, destroying you. Somehow you had become completely and utterly his. In this moment you would have done anything for him. Your moans became more and more incoherent as he fucked you stupid. Neither of you noticed as the scattered items from your battle began to float.

"Gonna come for me, little one? Gonna make a mess? You know I can feel you tightening around me?" His words meant to taunt you brought you crashing down. You screamed as you came and the feeling was too much for him. He came hard with you. Pulling you back harshly by your hair,l he roughly kissed you as you both rode your release. He pulled back from the kiss as your orgasms faded.

Both of you jumped when the loud crash of pretty much everything in the room dropped. "How did you do that?" Tom asked. "As good as you feel inside me, I'd rather have this conversation after you pull out." As you separate his cum rushes down your legs and you hear him inhale sharply.

"You are the only person to ever survive a true duel with me." He states the accusation. "I don't doubt that." You reply, turning to face him, not wanting to disclose anything, even though you know you'll have too. "You hold back in defense against the dark arts." Another accusation. You nod and slide down the wall not trusting your legs after the brutal fucking you just received. You wince as your ass touches the ground, not caring that your skirt did nothing in this position to cover you. Tom smirks briefly at his view of your cunt before continuing. "Just because my cum is leaking out of you does not mean I've decided not to kill you. Explain yourself." You toss him his wand which he catches easily. "Have at it." You say in a challenge when he doesn't react you sigh.

"I'm not a mudblood." You finally answer. "Though I'm not sure their magic is weaker than a pure blood's." Tom scoffs at this. "L/n is not in any of the pure blood family books. They keep quite the record. Do not lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Then why hide it?"

"I... cannot tell you... yet. Please, don't tell the others. It's important that no one knows." You plead with him. He just looks at you with distrust. "Okay look, I can't tell you why, but I can tell you where to find proof. You'd have to make an unbreakable vow with me." Tom tilts his head in interest. "So you want me to vow, to not tell anyone you're a pure blood if you tell me where to find proof of your claim?"

"No. I want you to vow to never tell anyone of my blood status unless I say otherwise so long as I provide you with where to find proof."

"I would require something in return for this vow... If I am to do this, you will duel my... friends. Everyday. In private. No holding back. I imagine they could learn a thing or two from you. And any spells you know that they do not you will teach them."

You sigh. This is a mess. "Fine."

Tom nods taking in your ruined state. "And your detention tonight will be spent cleaning this room, since it's your fault it's in such a disarray."

Tom made you clean without magic and without changing. Which made the process longer and more humiliating. It seems he wasn't done torturing you. After you finished cleaning the two of you made the vow.

"Check the restricted section of the library. Look for dark witches and wizards." You tell him once it's done.

"If your family is so infamous, why has no one heard of them?" Tom crosses his arms. "It's a small family, with only one heir at a time. It's kind of our... tradition. Just find the information and we can be done with all of this." You answer exhausted and ready to sleep. "Not quite. You still have to duel my followers everyday until the end of your detention, which I believe is the rest of the school year." With that Tom turns and leaves

[nebulousfishgills]

OC Asks with your Loki/TVA OC (I haven't heard much about her yet and want to change that :D )

🐁🎲📚

🥞🌌🕐

Ah yes, Olivia, my first major OC, let's absolutely talk about her! Thanks for the ask! I'm tired, I burned my hand at work, and I only have a little bit of popcorn in my system, but screw it!

🐁 - Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have?

(Wow I can't believe there's no capybara emoji... tragic)

Hmm... you know, in an ironic twist, I would go as far to say she's Blue Rose Shaped. I think being rose-shaped means that you're very loving and beautiful when handled correctly, but you can also be prickly and even harmful if handled incorrectly.

I say blue rose specifically for the thematicness, but also for the general exoticness. She's a being from Asgard, she's an alien. She's not a natural being of Earth, just as (I'm pretty sure at least) blue roses don't grow naturally here.

🎲 - If your OC played a pen-and-paper RPG, what class would they pick?

I think it's funny you ask this since I literally have every facet of Emily's hypothetical Dungeons and Dragons character tabbed in my player handbook. But Olivia...

You know what, she would 100% be into TTRPG games, especially since, in a way, she herself is a fantasy character. I think as far as classes go, she'd either pick Mage if she wants to be more true to herself (since she is a magic user), but I thinl she'd also have a lot of fun playing as a Rogue. I think she likes playing as a Tiefling (my favorite race to play), but is also fond of being an elf.

She always plays a Chaotic alignment, no matter what.

📚 - Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture on a topic of their choosing. What do they choose?

Olivia is well-versed in a lot of topics. She, like Loki, prefers mental sharpness over aggressive prowess in battle (she's still a skilled fighter, don't get me wrong). But I'll give two answers on this, a more serious one and a more goofy one.

One of Olivia's favorite things to study happened to be the nature of the Infinity Stones, even before they became an active part of her life. Canonically she's one of the first people to understand what exactly their dealing with during the Battle of New York in 2012. She knew the Tesseract was the Space Stone and she knew Loki's scepter housed the Mind Stone and was influencing him to some degree. And, in my version of Avengers: Endgame, she actually is the one who does most of the presenting about what the Infinity Stones are to the rest of the Avengers. So, serious answer, Infinity Stones.

Now a more goofy answer. If the Avengers decided to genuinely have a Presentation Night (my friends and I are super close to getting ours put together and my topic is... I'm gonna get yelled at for sure), I think she would give an entire in depth Exposé presentation on how the most random human events were just she, Thor, Loki, and the other Asgardians goofing around and messing with the people of Earth. So, for example, she'd explain that Loki was DB Cooper and provide an entire breakdown on the reasons, timeline, etc (Tony loses his fucking mind over that one). It seems kind of like a tame presentation, but she knows revealing this would elicit so many hilarious reactions from the others (it did) and did it primarily for that reason.

🥞 - Does your OC take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly?

This is an interesting one since the answer varies depending on which "self care" aspect we're talking about.

Eating right and working out, she's great at. Asgard is a planet of warriors and even if she's not a beefcake like Thor or some of the other women, she's still very physically fit. She has to be if she's gonna keep up on the field of battle. And her diet also reflects this, she knows her food groups and knows what she needs to eat. That being said, she will raid the cabinets at the Avengers compound for sweets, either because she's craving it or just to annoy Tony.

Her sleep schedule is... complicated. Olivia is the Goddess of Dreams, so when she sleeps she has to do her deific duty (please ignore the logicstic of time since I'm not entirely sure how that works either... something something Asgard's time works different than ours). This means basically going from person to person across the Nine Realms and more or less moderating dreams.

She doesn't create them since our brains do that themselves, but she can alter them and shape them from the Spirit Plane the Valkyries use to guide souls to Valhalla (she's become very well acquainted with them over the years). She does this while she sleeps, sure, but it's still taxing since her brain is still working in a semi-conscious state. It's not like she just never gets proper rest, I'd say it's more like she's asleep for eight hours but only maybe gets six hours worth of actual rest across those eight hours. Usually this means she sleeps in to compensate. She can go to bed at 10 PM, in theory she needs eight hours of rest, so instead of a 6 AM wake up, it's maybe a 8 or 9 AM wake up. It's later than most of the other Avengers.

Her dream walking is complicated, but basically her sleep schedule is very weird because sleeping is arguably like a softer version of clocking in for work.

As for taking care of her mental health... listen, she's either the most positive, happy person with the best quality of life or she's... how do I put this... only slightly better off than Marcus from Twilight (actually context considered that's actually a very valid parallel at certain points). It really depends on where in her timeline/what timeline she's in.

If we're pre 2011, she's doing great. Her mental health takes a dip during and especially after the events of the first Thor movie (because, you know, she thinks Loki fucking DIED). It's a steady low through 2012 and the Battle of New York, but it slowly gets back up to a high point after the events of Dark World (Loki survives in my version and gets to go be an Avenger on Earth, fun!) It goes to I'll say a steady medium during the events of Ragnarok... and then it fucking plummets after Infinity War and that five year gap. But after that gets resolved she's able to fully heal and settle down.

Olivia's operating on different settings in A Song of Stars and Magic since she's Morally Bankrupt. In general though it's not really great. Her mental instability is a large plot point (I based her personality partly on Season 3 Azula from A:tLA and made plenty of references as such) and like most people who got ultimate power like she and Loki did, she's constantly Paranoid about rebellious mindsets and dissent. She enjoys the power trip and one could argue that her having this level of control after the tumultuousness of what came prior is a huge mood booster, but in general she's taking care of herself, just not in any of the right ways.

Olivia in the TVA/Loki Series AU I'd place somewhere in the general middle. There's a lot going on, many existential crisises, and the general disembodiment that comes from being taken from your timeline because of Nexus Events... and trying to overthrow an all powerful time organization. But she's also having fun. Mobius is her friend as much as he is Loki's, she gets to hang out with (i.e. catch mutual feelings for) Sylvie, and she gets to travel through time and just be chaotic... I guess we'll see how that goes for her when season 2 comes out, but as of right now she's... well, neither she or Loki are doing too great...

🌌 - If your OC has a nightmare, what is it most likely about?

Well, again, interesting question since she's a dream deity and has the power to create and manipulate other people's nightmares (again, a great indirect way to show her character's potential duality). She can't manipulate her own, though.

You know, I just remembered how after Multiverse of Madness came out and they said our dreams are our windows to the Multiverse, I said Olivia's accidentally a being who has some degree of Multiversal power (I gave her this deification waaaay before that came out, it became an accidental consequence... I like to headcanon she would have been in the Illuminati with Reed Richards and Co because of this power... and in that reality she's married to Lady Loki).

I digress, though, Olivia and Dreams are a very complex topic.

As far as her nightmares, ones featuring Loki's deaths are extremely common. Either reliving them in vivid, sometimes even exaggerated detail, or her brain coming up with new, horrific ways he could die (I pity her other Variants in the Multiverse who had to actually experience those).

Being abandoned is another one, although not nearly as frequent. The Asgardian Royal Family took her in after her parents died because her mother was close with Frigga, but she sometimes fears they will abandon her, especially after Frigga dies since she and Odin are not anywhere near on the best of terms. Or even the Avengers sending her away for any number of reasons.

But actually, during the events of Age of Ultron, Wanda gives Olivia a vision that's like a nightmare. 2012 haunts her because she and Loki were on opposite sides but there were many times she contemplated or got close to turning cloak and just joining him in conquest (A Song of Stars and Magic is a somewhat unique case, but still a good thing to keep in mind).

Years later she wonders how things could have ended differently had she caved to her darker impulses. Wanda shows her a reality where Olivia slaughtered the other Avengers for Loki because she wasn't going to let them stand in her way of becoming his queen. It's a very dark vision, but I think it shows how her morality is something she contemplates a lot and how close she got with the team since then. She'd think about other endings back in the early days without much weight since she didn't know everyone as well, but after spending more time with them, one of her worst fears is hurting them.

It's interesting.

🕐 - Was there ever a time your OC would have given everything to turn back the clock 5 minutes? What happened?

Plenty of times. So many horrible things happened that could have been avoided if something simple had changed even one or two minutes prior, let alone five. Not letting Loki fall into the wormhole during the events of Thor 1, being quicker to maybe save Coulson from his "death" (Agents of SHIELD aside), just being a little faster to save Frigga before she died (or even just Olivia skipping finding her sword in her room in the first place so she could go help sooner), not letting Hela get to Asgard, not letting Loki face down Thanos.

And that's just in the main timeline! There are plenty of decisions Olivia makes in Time Variance Detected she wishes she could have rewound (ironically enough). Not causing her Nexus Event, being more upfront about her feelings for Sylvie, the entire situation with He Who Remains, among others.

For the fun of it, I know for a fact in A Song of Stars and Magic, Olivia wishes she could have rewound time to not be so arrogantly assured Maya's revolution would fail and get cocky... or even just being better defended against the backup Asgard provided. A long time ago I wrote an unpublished alternate ending where all that made a difference was Olivia just magically locking the fucking door to the throne room before quickly locking Maya up and mind controlling the other Avengers. That's literally what made all the difference, and that took less than five minutes for sure.

Basically any way you slice it, Olivia's made many many mistakes that could be changed with a five minute rewind, but unfortunately that's just not how life works.

Even if at some point you do work for the TVA.