#he's literally on the street right now 😅

[urmingirl]

hope, on the street 💚

[luvyeni]

GUYS MY AGE ,, 이민호

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ lee know x fem!reader wc. 6.2k+

genre. neighbors!au , smut

𓄷 includes ... cheating, unprotected sex, oral ( m. receiving ), literally the mother isn't the only sane person im sorry THIS IS PURE FICTION

「 authors note 𖹭 」 here it is the fic , i hope you like it 😅

❪ masterlist! ❫

guys your age never really appealed to you— you liked older men— blame it on your daddy issue, you didn't care; something about an older man just made your heart go crazy— and your panties wet.

“you need to find something to do this summer while you're home.” your mother said, you had made your return home from college for the summer, ready to soak up the sun by your pool in the backyard. “how about getting a job, the couple next door is looking for a babysitter for their three kids while they work.”

your mom watched your face scrunch up in disgust. “why would I want to babysit their sticky children?” you scoffed, picking at your freshly painted nails. “how do you plan on making money then?” you sighed, of course you already planned for this. “Mom, don't worry, I've got it all covered.” you smiled reassuringly; and you weren't lying, you did— but could you really tell your mother you planned on getting money from the many older men you managed to seduce during your time at college. “you better, don't just rot in your room all summer.”

“what if i go help the old lady across the street?” you asked standing up to put your dish in the sink. “Will that ease your worries, mother?” of course you didn't want to do it, but it would make your mother happy. “oh i didn't tell you?” she said, you shook your head, telling her to continue. “her children moved her to a nursing home.” you felt your lip curl up into a smirk. “good she was a bitch.” you said, the grumpy old lady could never stay out of your business. “I really would've hated doing that.”

“yeah she was wasn't she?” she chuckled. “Anyways, the couple who moved in there have only been here for about a month; I see the lady when I'm on my way to work.” she said. “The husband I'm pretty sure stays at home and work— you should introduce yourself, let them know who you are.” you really didn't want to; but the look in your mother's eyes, you could tell she wasn't asking you. “Fine, I'll do it later, happy?” your mother turned the water off, kissing your head. “ecstatic, im gonna get ready for work.”

“what are you doing?” jisung spoke through the phone; your bestest friend in the whole world— and your biggest enemy too. “well since you decided to flee the fucking country this summer; leaving me here.” you scoffed. “I'm stuck here rotting in my home.” you saw him smile; you scoffed before he spoke up. “Sorry, it was a last minute trip with felix.” Felix was his boyfriend; his very rich boyfriend. “yeah well while you're being wined and dined throughout europe, i’m stuck here.” you laid flat on your stomach, legs in the air.

“Remember when you left me in the dorms during spring break?” he asked. “And that business man took you to hawaii? consider this as pay back.” you rolled your eyes. “fuck you, that trip was horrible anyway, all he did was work and complain about how much he hated his hate wife— we had sex once the entire trip.” you scoffed. “You got a Gucci bag out of it though.” you hummed; he was right. “best thing to come out of it.”

“oh yeah.” you were now sitting up. “Remember the old lady across the street from me?” you asked. “yeah she was a bitch.” you nodded. “Her kids finally did everyone a favor and put her in a home.” he clapped. “good riddance, so did anyone move in that house?” you hummed. “yeah a married couple, mom wants me to introduce myself, let them know i'll be here for the summer.”

“yeah it would be confusing to see a girl in a skimpy ass bathing suit sunbathing in her front yard.” you shrugged; the sun just hit better in the front of your house. “Keep her husband on a leash, like the rest of the house wives on your street do when they see you coming, I wouldn't be too surprised if they already got to her.” you laughed, you never really cared what those women thought about you; you never really cared about their husbands, it was more so the other way around. “I really don't care about those housewives, their problem is their husbands and their wandering eyes, not me.” You defended.

“I should go introduce myself before my mom gets home.” you said. “Yeah, I have to go, Felix wants to go for food; call you later?” you nodded. “Yeah, if you aren't getting your back blown out.” his face turned red. “He's in the room.” he gritted through his teeth. “hi yn.” you heard his deep voiced boyfriend shout. “Hi Felix.” you laughed. “I hate you so much.” jisung said, you laughed. “Love you too!” You waved goodbye, hanging up the phone.

You didn't bother getting yourself together; throwing on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top— they're your neighbors, the next time you'd see them is when you're dragging your exhausted body back into your home from your morning run, and that's even worse.

you made your way out of your house; knocking on the door of the house, your phone buzzing— jisung sending you a photo of his french cuisine. “lucky bitch.” you typed into your phone. “Bring me back a souvenir from paris.” you didn't bother to look up from your phone, so you didn't hear the door open. “Excuse me?”

The deep voice made you look up from your device; and it was like a god was standing right in front of you. “How can I help you?” he asked , you shook every dirty thought that ran through your head at that moment; putting your phone away. “O-oh sorry.” you chuckled. “I didn't hear the door open.”

The man was clearly at least a decade older than you; you could see the few gray hairs in his head— that didn't matter to you though. “I said how can I help you?” he said, his voice deep and sexy. “I'm yn, I live across the street.” you pointed. “my mother thought it would be a good idea to introduce myself so there wouldn't be any confusion this summer.” you said. “I just got home from college for summer break.”

“College?” He said, you nodded. “yup, my second year is done!” You chirped, this corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “You won't be a problem right?” You were taken aback by the question, he chuckled. “Parties love, pretty girl like you; surely you're popular.” he said, but you stopped at him calling you pretty; smiling widely at him. “I won't have to worry about loud music and young adults passing out in your front yard right?” you could see his eyes wandering down; stopping right at your chest. “My wife hates the music you kids listen to.”

Right, his wife; he was married, the way he was practically trying to look through your shirt made you forget. “Oh no sir, most of my friends are on vacation.” he nodded. “im minho.” he held his hand out. “Well it's nice to meet you, yn.” he said, you nodded; your eyes scaling his body, much like he did to you; he was pretty fit for someone his age. “How old are you sir?” he raised his eyebrows; what an odd question. “34.” just around your age range. “and since we're asking those kinds of questions,” he said. “May I ask how old you are?” maybe it was a delusion, or maybe he actually was flirting with you— whatever it was, you liked it. “I'm 23 sir.”

“You're still pretty young,” he said; you tilted your head to the side, folding your arm with a frown. “but I am an adult.” you challenged; he nodded, clicking his tongue almost in an annoyed state; it made you smirked; you could read him like a book; he hated being challenged. “still a young girl in my eyes.” you wanted to roll your eyes, and he could see that; he could read you as much as you could him. “I have to get back to work now.” He said, you stepped back. “I'm sure you have things as well, whatever you little girls do these days.” he said, watching your jaw clench. “Remember, no loud crazy parties.”

“Can't promise that sir, it is summer.” was the last thing you said, before turning away; crossing the street, leaving him standing there, watching you go into the house; also getting a peek of your ass. He smirked, walking back into his house, closing the door. “Who was that?” He was quickly brought back to reality by his wife's voice. “at the door, who was it?”

“Oh the woman across the street.” he said walking straight past her into the kitchen. “What did she bring this time?” She followed behind him. “She's sent over 3 plates of cookies in the past month we've been here.” she said. “they aren't even that good; mines are way better.” minho rolled his eyes, they actually weren't, he knew the lady ran her own bakery and his wife barely knew the difference between melted and softened butter. “Of course they are honey.”

“So where are they?” she asked, searching for a plate. “The cookies.” She said, “Oh, you didn't let me finish.” Yeah he was being condescending, but his wife never noticed. “It wasn't her, it was her daughter,” he said, opening the fridge for water. “She's home from college.” He went to walk away, but his wife stood in front of him, her face in a frown. “how may I help you? I need to get back to work.”

“You are to stay away from that girl.” She said, he stared at her confused. “I mean it's not like I'm gonna ask her to come out and get beers with me, she's 23; we have nothing in common.” he said, trudging past his wife, making his way up the stairs. “She's a college student.” he said; very attractive but a college student nonetheless.

he made it back to his office, about to close the door and get back to work; when his wife burst in. “What is now?” He said sitting down. “The other wives.” she started. “They told me things about that girl.” She said, “like what?” He said; what could you have done to offend the housewives of the block. “Back talked to them in an argument; she's a young girl, they all do that.” he laughed, he could believe it; he witnessed it only a few minutes ago — except it turned him on.

he watched his wife scoff, he adjusted himself in his pants as she closed her eyes letting out a big sigh; he felt a rant coming on. “No, they told me she's been seducing their husbands since the day she turned 18.” He looked at his wife. “what?” he said. “Yeah, wearing tiny tiny clothes; flirting with their husbands, and her mother is none the wiser.” he shook his head. “Is she really seducing them, or is she a young pretty girl and they're just bitter miserable wives who can't control their husbands' wandering eyes?”

“Are you defending her?” he sighed, rubbing his temples; he didn't really want to have this conversation. “no I'm not honey, I'm just saying don't believe everything these housewives say.” He said. “yeah well I don't trust her, so stay away from her.” she said, he nodded; just ready to get her out of the room, he was busy; and not to mention his cock was hardening at the thought of you in one of those tiny tiny outfits the desperate housewives told his wife about. “yeah fine, I'll stay away from her.”

“Thank you.” she bent down kissing his forehead. “I love when you actually listen to me.” She said smugly as she walked out closing the door; it pissed him off, not like his banter with you— no that turned him on. “fuck.” he sighed doubling over , his cock throbbing in his pants, you were already driving him crazy.

You hadn't seen him much after that; only glimpses of him walking into his house with groceries, or getting into his car, and even then he looked good; making the spot in between your legs tingle — sure he was married, but it wasn't like you were doing anything wrong; what's wrong with a little fantasy inside your head, something to think about late at night when you had your hand down your sleep shorts, pretending it was him in between your legs, his hands instead of yours.

you did see his wife though, even though it was against your will every single time; and you hated it every single time, she ran the same route as you in the morning but at a later time; so when you were finishing your walk; she was just starting hers.

“Goodmorning.” Her smile was so fake as you slowed down , stopping in front of your mailbox. “How are you?” she yelled from across the street. “I’m fine.” You smiled , so desperate to get into the house; you were sweating and hungry— and you really didn't want to talk to this lady. “I'm good.” You said. “No plans this summer?” she asked. “Not really; most of my friends are back where I go to college.”

She then went on a rant of all the different jobs you could be doing. “Baby sitting, have you ever thought about that; of course you'd have to change your wardrobe a bit , it would be a bit inappropriate to wear some of the things you wear around kids wouldn't it?” this bitch was really working on your nerves. “If you have any kids , then I would be happy to watch them.”

“God no.” There he was again, walking out of the door. “No kids here,” he said. “We have our three cats and that's it.” his eyes scanning your outfit; your skin still glistening with sweat; he was seriously checking you out in front of his wife. “Well I love cats!” you jumped a bit; tits bouncing at the impact. “So cute.”

You knew what you were doing; and so did minho— his wife was quick to end the conversation between you too. “Well I'm sure you're busy, and it's time for my run.” she said. “And don't you have to feed the cats honey?” she said, turning to him, grabbing his arm. “what? oh yeah the cats.” He said. “yeah the cats , go feed them.” she said. “Okay baby.” he said; she turned to you smugly. “Well I better get going.” She said before she started down the street catching up with the other wives she ran with.

“Your wife doesn't like me very much.” He stopped; turning where you stood across the street, in a sports bra that held your tits perfectly; leggings that made your ass pop; and a smirk on your face— he so desperately wanted to fuck off. “I don't know she seemed to like you very much.” you knew he was joking. “it would be inappropriate to wear some of the things you wear, she basically called me a whore in housewives language.” You chuckled , folding your arms under your tits , forcefully pushing your boobs up. “don't worry, I don't care; the housewives on this block have said worse.”

“yeah like what?” he said , stuffing his hands into his pockets. “that I'm just a whore put on earth to seduce their husbands.” you said , a laugh following. “I'm not worried about their husbands, but I can't say the same for their husbands.” You shrugged. “oh really?” He said, you nodded. “but hey it's not my problem, they like to stare.” you shrugged, he did that sexy eyebrow raise again. “They do, don't they?”

Fuck you knew what you were doing; and not only did it piss him off, it fucking turned him on. “I can't say I don't like the attention though.” you said, watching him shift from side to side. “who wouldn't?” he had to get away before he came across the street and dragged you into his house; then he heard it, the meow of the cats. “oh shit.” he said, making you laugh. “time to feed the cats sir.” You waved. “Have a nice day.” you made your way into the house, making sure to sway your hips, giving him a good view of your ass.

“I'm telling you sung he wants to fuck me.” you said; your friend shook his head. “Wow, that took you not only a week.” He said. “He's married, no?” You shrugged. “and that's my problem?” You said. “I said he wants to fuck me, he knows he married.” Morally yes it was fucked up, but you didn't really care. “yeah but the wife already hates you, she finds out you want to fuck her husband.” he said. “you've never seen an episode of snapped? deadly women?” you shook your head. “i’d rather start the semester with you and not the memory of you.”

“How hot is he exactly?” you sent him a photo that you stole from his social media— yes you stalked him. “Oh wow.” he said. “yah.” You heard felix in the background. “Hey lix.” you said. “yn don't die trying to fuck a married man.” The blonde said. “I won't lix don't worry, don't kill my friend in milan.” you responded. “i can't promise you that if he doesn't stop looking at that fucking photo.” you laughed as he slapped the phone. “hey! let me talk to my friend in peace.”

“you want to fuck him too huh?” you heard him say. “no you know I only want to fuck you.” you shook your head. “i'm hanging up before I witness a live amateur porn.” you said. “Call me later.” You hung up. “Now what?” you said.

You decided to go sunbathing; finding your favorite bikini, grabbing your towel and sunscreen and favorite book. “Where's my daughter off now?” your mom said. “sunbathing.” you said grabbing some snacks. “In the front yard?” You nodded. “Have fun, I have work today.” you hummed, making your way outside, you set up your things right in front; taking your shirt off laying down on the towel , feeling the sun beaming down on you.

“Are you kidding me?” minho heard his wife's voice. “Is she serious right now?” He stood up from his office chair , making his way to their shared room, where his wife was standing in front of the window. “What's wrong now?” He said. “she's out there in a bikini and shorts; laying in the sun.”

“Okay?” He said, she scoffed. “Everyone can see her , what kind of slut wears that in front of her house.” she said, he made his way over to the window. “There's no one out there.” He said, she glared at him. “Move, I'm going to the grocery store.” she pushed past him. “You already went to the grocery store.” he said following behind. “this is for the barbeque.” she said. “What barbeque?” he said , they both made their way outside to the car. “I told you we're hosting the barbeque at our house.”

“seriously; we just moved here,” he said. “even more reason for us to do it.” she picked his lips. “Who's gonna be there?” he asked. “Everyone on the block.” he did not feel comfortable having all those people running in and out of his house, but his wife was dead set, so it was already set and stone. “Hello!” The couple turned their heads to the voice.

“I'm off.” your mom came out of the house. “Okay!” you said looking up from the book. “Oh there go the Lee's.” she said , you sat up watching the couple walk out of the house. “Hello!” your mom waved brightly at them. “Oh hello!” You covered your eyes from the sun. “Yn don't be rude, say hello.” Your mom said. “Hi.” you waved, his wife didn't say anything. “Hello yn.” he said, you smiled at the way he said your name. “Where are you two off to today?” your mom asked. “Oh just to get some things for the barbeque we're throwing for the block.”

“Oh that sounds fun!” your mom said. “you're welcome to come.” she turned to you; her smile was different towards you than your mother. “You to yn, you're both welcomed.” she said, the invitation mostly towards your mom. “Oh thank you, we'll be there.” the other woman nodded. “Great!” you and minho made eye contact , you smiled. “can't wait.”

It was finally the day of the barbeque; your mother forcing you across the street with the cookies in her hand. “You're not gonna rot in the bed today.” You groaned. “i don't want to be here with these people.” she ignored you, knocking on the door. “It's only for an hour.” she said. “you know that cute boy down the street, he'll be here.” she winked , you cringed. “Why do you keep trying to marry me off to him?” you said. “because you can't spend all your time with jisung, even he has a boyfriend.”

the door opened , minho stood there. “hello.” your mom held out the plate of cookies. “mhm , my favorite.” he smiled. “thank you.” he stood to the side. “Everyone is in the back,” he said. “Thank you for inviting us.” your mother said. “No problem, you've been so nice to us with these cookies ever since we moved here,” he said. “Me and my wife really enjoy them,” he said. “I'm glad , come by the shop and I'll give you some free cupcakes.” she said. “Thank you ma’am.”

You two made it to the back where everyone was. “There's seungmin over there.” your mom pointed. “go talk to him.” Minho watched you stomp over to the boy, your mom making her way over to a group of women; his eyes scanning your outfit, your mini skirt sitting right below your ass, the shirt you wore barely covering your plush boobs; fuck he just wanted to stick his cock in between them. “fuck.” he cursed.

“you okay man?” Chan, another neighbor, came up to him. “yeah I'm fine.” he said , not taking his eyes off of you. “I see you've met yn.” the older guy chuckled. “yeah I guess.” He said. “Listen, let me give you some advice.” Chan said. “fuck your wife.” Minho turned to him. “What?” he said, the Australian laughed. “I know what you're thinking; wife being a bit of a bitch, barely having sex.” He chuckled, that was exactly his story. “Here comes this young girl with a nice ass and a good pair of tits , batting her eyelashes, a bit of a brat?”

“You seem to know a lot.” He said. “because I was you, man.” Chris said, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “But you know what I did? i went home and fucked my wife.” he said. “forgot all about it.” he said. “I'm telling you it's not worth it.” he said. “Fuck your wife.”

He knew Chan was right, but that didn't stop him from looking at you; his eyes meeting yours. you tilted your head to the side, your sultry smile as you say your goodbyes to seungmin, making your way over to him, he looked around making sure your mom or his wife wasn't paying attention , as you finally were standing in front of him. “Can I use your bathroom?”

He didn't have to follow you; he could've just given you the directions— but he really wasn't thinking; and he wished he would have been. “You have a nice home.” You said. “Thank you.” He said watching you purposely sway your hips side to side. “fuck.” he says to himself. “huh?” you asked , but you can hear him , he could see you smirking teasing him. “fucking brat.”

you definitely heard him this time, you laughed. “sir what's wrong?” you went to touch his shoulder in fake concern. He grabbed your wrist, pushing you against the wall. “fuck why couldn't you just stay away?” he growled. “Am I really to blame?” you took your other hand , traveling down to his waist. “Yn.” He weakly warned. “You can stop me if you want.” you said , your hand inching further— right to his cock, giving it a little squeeze. “fuck.” He groaned. “but I don't think you want me to.”

this was it; you finally were gonna get what you've wanted all this time; married or not you wanted his cock inside of you. “your wife doesn't have to know.” that's what set him off , grabbing the back of your head. “fuck shut up.” He said. “Get on your knees.” he said , roughly pushing you down. “you thought you were gonna get fucked didn't you?” you hissed as he yanked your hair. “too bad I'm just gonna stuff my cock down your throat and you're gonna take it like the little slut you are.”

he used his other hand to pull down his pants , freeing his cock from his underwear; his stock almost hitting you in your face. “you're so big” he hissed as you gave the tip of his cock a kiss. “yeah, want my cock down your throat.” He stroked his length in front of your face. “Fuck.” he slapped his cock on your lips. “open up.” he his tip against your lips. “fuck.”

He slowly pushed his cock into your mouth , holding your head still as he forced his cock down your throat. “shit your little throat taking my cock so good.” he hissed. “go-gonna fuck your face.” he moved his hips , holding the wall above your head, his balls slapping against your chin as he fucked your face in the middle of the hallway of the house he shared with his wife. “fuck I'm gonna cum.” he moaned. “fuck fuck fuck.” he thrusted a few more time , pulling out of your mouth , stroking his cock vigorously. “shit I'm cumming!” he shouted , his warm sticky cum shooting from his cock hitting your face. “Fuck.”

He looked down at your smiling cum covered face. “You tasted good.” you said wiping some off your cheek , putting your fingers to your mouth. You stood up , holding his cock in your hand, stroking it. “You came so much , it must've been a while.” he hissed. “sh-shit.” He said. “dont you want to fuck me?” He did, fuck he really did. “m-my wife.” he groaned. “outside.” you sighed, you forgot about the party. “I guess we'll have to wait.” you let his throbbing cock go. “Fuck I'm still hard.” he groaned.

You chuckled, wiping the rest of his cum off face. “thats too bad, I know you had a bunch of more cum for me.” he wanted to drag you up to his room and fuck you into the mattress, damned everyone in the back. “fucking brat.” he hissed, you kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile. “When does your wife leave for work?”

“11.” he said , you nodded. “I'll be here at one.” That's all you said before leaving him standing in the hall, guilt building in his stomach, not only did he just cheat on his wife— he knew he was gonna do it again.

he cleaned himself up; going back to the party. “Hey minho.” your mother came up to him. “Have you seen yn, she seemed to have escaped.” of he did. “um she said she wasn't feeling good so she headed home,” he said. “that girl, always something.” she shook his head. “What's wrong?” his wife came over. “oh nothing yn got sick and had to go home.” he could see his wife's smile, luckily your mom didn't see it. “Awe too bad.” she said. “I guess I better go see if she's okay, I had a nice time.” your mother said, before excusing herself.

“don't worry i didn't poison her.” she said, he stared at her. “laugh minho it's funny.” she kissed his lips before walking away, he made eye contact with Chan who gave him a nod— if only he knew it was too late for him.

He did completely ignore chris's word , as soon as the last person was gone, and the house was quiet and clean again; he brought his wife up to their room. “fuck minho!” his wife shouted as he fucked into her. “fuck faster.” he held her hips down as he plowed into her , wishing it was you that was under. “minho fuck!” his wife shouted into his ear. “Wait, don't go so fast.” she moaned, but all he could he do was imagine it was you , yelling for him to go faster , fuck you harder and faster. “Minho I'm cumming.” his wife shrieked. “fuck wait I'm not there yet.” he groaned, he knew once she was finished he wouldn't be able to continue. “fuck I'm cumming.” she shouted. “fuck I came Minho , pull out.”

he sighed, pulling out , laying on his back cock still hard. “fuck.” He cursed. “That was so good.” his wife laid breathless next to him. “But you were a bit too rough , next time don't go so hard.” He wasn't worried about that, he was too focused on his throbbing cock. “Hey, can you help me with this?” he said. “I can't tonight, I'm too tired and I have work in the morning.” she kissed his cheek. “I'm sure you can handle yourself.”

he watched her turn on her side, turning the light off leaving him in the dark , unable to sleep due to his cock. “fuck.” he cursed as he wrapped his hands around his length, thinking about how tight your throat felt around his cock , the way you gagged around his length; spit coming from your mouth, so messy. “fuck.” he moaned , cumming all over his hand to the thought of you.

he grabbed a tissue off the nightstand; wiping himself clean , throwing the tissue into the trash. He climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers over his body; his wife snoring beside him, he turned the light on his side off— he really tried to listen to what chan said, but he was far too gone.

he knew he was gonna fuck you when you came over tomorrow.

“Wait girl, did you really think this through?” jisung said. “I thought we were joking about this,” he said. “did you already fuck him?” he questioned. “not exactly.” you said. “what does that mean?” Felix said both of them invested now in their hotel room in Belgium. “I may or may not have given him head yesterday at the barbeque.” Both of their mouths dropped. “Are you kidding?” you shook your head. “oh my god yn you're insane.” jisung said. “How didn't his wife catch you?” you shrugged. “I don't know.”

“It's 11:30 now , are you gonna go?” felix asked, you looked at the clock. “maybe.” you said. “I know I really shouldn't support this.” jisung said. “but you're gonna do it anyway aren't you?” he asked. “i think his wife is leaving now , you got up looking out the window, sure enough she was walking to her car. “yeah it's her she's leaving now.” you spoke into the phone— fuck it. “I'm going.” you said. “Please don't get caught in his bed by his wife.” jisung said. “and don't get pregnant.” you hung up , getting dressed.

your mom had already left so you didn't have to explain to her why you suddenly were leaving; in the shortest skirt possible you might add, slipping on your shoes , opening the door to your house. you kept an eye for nosey housewives as you made your way across the street , knocking on the door; still keeping an eye out for people. the door opened up, revealing the man himself. “hi.”

before you could say something; he was dragging you into the house, closing the door, slamming you against it. “Jesus you're really eager aren't you?” you teased , he growled pressing you against the door. “I'm so fucking hard right now.” he said. “I can feel your cock throbbing , you're still thinking about my throat aren't you?” you squeezed his cock. “Is your wife not giving you head?” You pouted , “poor you.”

he was ready to take you against the door , but instead he forced himself away. “upstairs,” he said. “now.” you heard his commanding tone, he guided you to his room , slapping your ass, pushing the door open. “short fucking skirt , what's the point of it?” he growled , pulling you by the waist of the skirt, unbuttoning the button, pulling it down , leaving you in your panties. “take your shirt off.” you obeyed him , pulling the shirt over your head , he palmed his cock watching you undress.

“fuck get on the bed.” this was the bed he shared with his wife , but you could care less at this moment , spreading your legs for the older man , your wet cunt on display. “so fucking messy.” he pulled his pants down , revealing his underwear. “gonna use that cunt.”

he got on the bed , rubbing your clothed cunt. “fuck s-sir.” he smirked. “You like calling me sir.” he pulled your panties to the side, rubbing his cock along your folds. “You love cock that bad that you'd fuck anyone.” he groaned as he slid the tip of his cock in. “fuck a married man?” You moaned feeling his cock stretching you out. “pl-please fuck me.”

he fully bottomed out inside you. “fuck your pussy is so tight.” he groaned. “you-you're so big.” you moaned. “Please move.” you begged , he pulled out, before slamming back into you. “oh fuck!” you shrieked , clutching the bed sheets below you as he began to plow into you. “fuck I want you to cum all over my cock.” he hissed as you tightened around him. “fuck I'm gonna cum sir.” you moaned, your legs shaking. “fuck i'm cumming.”

a white ring formed around the base of his cock as he kept fucking into you. “gonna cover your pussy in my cum.” he hissed, his hand coming up to your boob to squeeze it. “fuck I'm gonna cum.” he cursed , pulling out cumming all over your cunt. “shit.” he tapped his cock on your cunt. “fuck, come here.”

he grabbed waist, flipping you over. “ass up.” he lifted your hips up; rubbing his cock along your folds. “You want my cock again?” you nodded. “Pl-please fuck me, want your cock sir.” he groaned. “yeah, want my cock?” he held the base of his cock coated with your juices, slapping your ass. “come on slut , fuck yourself on my cock.”

you pushed yourself back on his cock, both of you moaning out again. “that's it , stretch yourself out with my cock.” He groaned , grabbing your hip. “fuck i can't take it.” he pushed your head against the pillow , plowing into you. “fuck , that's it.” he groaned. “how does it feel being fucked past your limits by a married man?” he groaned. “so-so good.” your words barely audible due to your face being pushed against the pillow. “My wife lays her head right where you're drooling like a brain dead slut.”

you felt the knot in your stomach forming again. “You gonna cum again?” he said , his cock twitching. “ye-yes , please let me cum.” you begged. “no need to beg , I'm gonna let you cum slut.” he slapped your ass. “go ahead cum all over my cock.” your legs gave out as you cum , but he didn't stop , and you didn't want him to either. “fu-fuck I'm gonna cum.” he whimpered. “fuck.”

“i-inside.” You moaned. “fu-fuck I can't.” he groaned. “pl-please , cum inside me.” his hips twtiched as you tightened around him. “of fuck I'm cumming, gonna give you what you want.” he whispered in your ear , biting down on it as he came inside you. “fuck.” he drawed out as he came , his cum flooding your abused cunt. “shit.” he cursed, pulling , watching his cum leak out of you, it was probably the best thing he'd seen in a long time , he slapped your ass. “such a good pussy.”

“you don't feel guilty?” you asked , laying in his arms , it has been a while and it finally hit you while you laid in his arms , naked— in the bed he shared with his wife. “I guess,” he said. “what if we get caught?” you asked. “We won't.” he said. “She leaves everyday except for Sundays at 11.” he said. “she leaves; you come over and I take you on different surfaces of the house.” he bit your neck before kissing where he bit at. “she’ll be none the wiser.”

“And when I go back to school?” you didn't live far , but it was still a drive. “We'll figure it out , I'll drive the 2 hours if I have to.” he said. “you'd drive two hours there and back every weekend just to fuck me?”

he flipped you over , you yelp; feeling his cock against your folds. “fuck.” he cursed. “for this pussy?” he pushed his tip in. “fu-fuck yeah , I'd drive for it.”

“Now we still have 4 hours left and I want to spend as much time as I can inside this pretty cunt.”

©️LUVYENI

[itsjustaninchident]

playdate 🐾

Mick Schumacher x Fem!reader

summary: where people are trying to connect two posts from mick and yn showing off their dogs👀🐾

warning/s: none

author's note/s: this is really just cute fun little concept 😅 running out of ideas (inbox is open if you want to request!<3)

yourusername

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yourusername playdate with my boy🐾

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user1 he's such a good boy!

user2 what a distinguished gentleman 🥰

tuckerbudzyn maybe we can play sometimes?

theolastname mum says yes!

user3 OMG I'D LOVE TO SEE THEO AND TUCKER IN ONE VIDEO

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher playdate with my girl

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user1 I love you angie!!

user2 this is so suspicious...

user3 why?

user2 well, he doesn't usually post angie anymore 🤔

user3 how is that suspicious

user2 we'll see 😉

roscoelovescoco can i come's next time's?

user4 I LOVE ROSCOE SM😭

estebanocon hmmm 🤐

user5 estie bestie what do you know???? 🤨

user6 am i thinking what y'all are thinking

user7 no stop being delusional

user8 the caption is so similar with my favorite vlogger and her dog...

user9 yourusername???? Right...

user10 you're reaching babe

user11 let's get you to bed grandma

yourusername

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yourusername Theo's zooming through the streets of Switzerland 🥰

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user1 theo is so cute!😭

user2 I wish in another life that im a dog and yn's my mom and im zooming through Switzerland

user3 must not pass the opportunity to zoom!

user4 suspicious 🤔 why is mick here?

user5 probably finding angie a date?😄

user6 imagine if angie and theo meet each other?!

user7 that would be cute🥺

roscoelovescoco you look's good's my friend's !

theolastname all thanks to mum😄

user8 WHAT THIS IS SO CUTE

user9 THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?

user10 not me literally gushing over two celebrity dogs😭

user11 CAN WE SEE THEM BOTH IN THE PADDOCK

user11 am I the only one who thinks that mick is somehow involved in this and why'd he liked the post...

user12 i see... you're onto something

user13 now he can't even like a post without all of you assuming anything

user11 why is yn suddenly in Switzerland? Who lives in Switzerland?

user12 no no you're onto something

user11 also the post mick made with his dog angie with the caption almost sounding like a response to yn's post before this🤔

user14 take your delusions elsewhere babes

yourusername

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yourusername beach trips and new paw friend!

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user1 uhm,,, that dog is familiar

user2 omg cute!!!

user3 is that Angie???

user4 I'm assuming it is her given that Mick liked the post

user3 right...

lewishamilton maybe roscoe can stop by sometime?

theolastname of course uncle lewis!

user4 UNCLE LEWIS?!😭🥺

user5 THIS IS THE CUTEST CROSSOVER EVER

mickschumacher miss you three!

*this comment has been deleted*

user6 AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THE COMMENT FROM MICK?!

user7 maybe some of you weren't delusional at all

user8 I KNEW IT

user9 WAR IS OVER

user10 not my girl yn!!!😭

user11 WE'VE LOST ANOTHER BADDIE

user12 patiently waiting for the Twitter fans

via twitter...

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher with my lovely girls❤️

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roscoelovescoco please don't's steal's my teacher's !

user1 turns out yn works in a doggie daycare?!

user2 it all makes sense now!

user3 THIS IS SO CUTE

user4 I KNEW IT

user5 do i need to buy a dog now so i can find myself a yn???

mickschumacher 10/10 would recommend but adopt not shop though

yourusername i taught you well 😄

user6 THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

user7 what i learned from this is that dogs are not only stress relievers but also put you out of being single

user8 i think my dog is doing it wrong happy for you though

user9 how do i send this to my dog so he can find me my lover

yourusername

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yourusername dogs' out of the bag?

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yourusername should I say I have two goldies now? 🤭

user1 omg so this means mick's been her boyfriend since theo was young?!

user2 how old is theo tho?

user1 he's 1!

user2 1 YEAR AND NO ONE SUSPECTED ANYTHING?

user3 they're pretty good in hiding soo

user4 the pun in the caption?😭

user5 I LOVE YN (I've only met her today)

user6 oh to be yn with my golden retriever boyfriend and my two dogs

mickschumacher i always have to share you with theo

theoschumacher but you still love me dad!

user7 THE LAST NAME CHANGE

user8 SO CUTE OMG

user9 I LOVE THIS FAMILY SO MUCH

user10 lewishamilton i have an idea for u and roscoe

[chantsdemarins]

😅Real Villain Training [Tom Hiddleston circa 2012 X Fem.Reader]

Chapter three of Breath of the Æsir is almost here. I’m SO sorry for the wait! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a very brief Tom story...

Honestly, I pledged to myself, no more Tom stories just focus on Loki. But I think I just can't help it. Especially when slutty inspiration like this photo comes my way (@lokischambermaid and @lokisgoodgirl 😳)

I am humbled by this era of Tom. In 2024 he is a husband/father/seasoned iconic actor in perpetual good cheer, but in 2012, he was a bad boy. As always please reblog and comment if you feel inspired!

Summary: Tom is hanging out with some real jerks for a new role, and he runs into you, literally. Your depression has caused your life to turn a little black and white, could this handsome stranger possibly add some color back? (at least to your cheeks🥵).

Smut factor: I hope...HOT 🔥

(Authors note: I have no concrete proof he was in fact a bad boy so please don't take seriously my young Tom plot themes of drugs and sex, which once again appear here. I could be totally wrong about him. It's art! It's a fabrication! Also, this story does involve mental health!)

I also don't know who would want to be on a tag list for a Tom fic these days! These are a few people who might be interested?? @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat @sailorholly @mrs-illyrian-baby @superficialdomina @gigglingtiggerv2 @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbs @tbhiddlestan83 @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger @kikster606 @mjsthrillernp @hiroyukinasukawa

Los Angeles, 2012

That afternoon, the rooftop pool at the Saint Avalon was a pink swirl of bathing beauties in early spring. Tom tried to focus on his deadpan conversation with his agent, but polka dots and silly cocktails danced around him. He pushed his Ray-Bans back into place, his sweat—or perhaps nervousness—causing them to slowly slide off his nose.

"Serious British actor succumbs to being typecast as a Norse sociopath. That's where this is headed, Tom, if we don’t do something, get you something else.” “Do you really want to be known only for Marvel?” he repeated his plea. The words just weren’t sinking in.

Tom laughed and inadvertently tried to change the subject. "Have you been to the La Brea Tar Pits yet, John? It’s wild—10,000 years' worth of dire wolf bones.”

His stare remained galvanized by the poolside girls. They just didn't look like that in London. Number one, the sunshine. Number two, the tans. Number three, well, his girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend, rather—made it hard to look too long at anyone else. So had he ever found himself at a rooftop pool party, he wouldn't have had the chance he was having now.

“Tom, are you paying attention? This is important. You're only here for a week, and we need to move on this role. I need to know if you're a yes.” The truth was, Tom was suddenly filthy rich with his own money for the first time in his life. He really loved being a Norse sociopath and already had big ideas for Loki’s eventual character arc into becoming an anti-hero someday. He had filled three journals on his bedside stand with his ideas for Loki.

His agent tried again, “Just hang out with Giorgio. It’s less than a month. Then the movie should be a very easy shoot. You get to embed yourself with some real hedge fund cats.” Tom’s attention snapped back. “Wait, I like that.” “Right? It’s like if Loki worked on Wall Street.” “Well…” Tom hesitated. He didn’t think Loki would actually ever bore himself that way. Those guys were boring to Tom and to Loki.

His poor agent was right, though. He did need another role. Things had gone so well; filming for the next Avengers movie was starting this summer. If he could find another gig, a time filler, a totally different genre, it really would be the best for his career. “Then a play next,” the agent mused, taking a sip of his own cocktail. “Shakespeare, or something 70s.” “70s? As in the 1570s? Or the 1970s?” “Tom.” “How should I know?” Tom laughed to himself, eyes still canvassing the poolside display around him. His agent leaned across his lawn chair and placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “So, you’ll do it?”

Two Weeks Later

Deep down, he knew he didn’t have the dissociation required for the job. He was too corporeal, too embodied. Years of being a long-distance runner and a trained athlete had fastened his mind, heart, and soul firmly into his muscles. He clearly wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings in his highly emotive, sensitive body. That was the first thing he noticed about the guys he was forced to hang out with for this role. They were covered up with their suits and sexist jokes. It was like they had Hadrian’s Wall around them. Which was, in fact, what exactly led to his sudden departure from the bar at Rue 23.

He had been embedded with short and loud Glen, buzz-cut Ellis, and the tall and lanky, just like him, Brad Nelson. There were a few others, but they were too milquetoast to be memorable. Role be damned. He left so fast the thick glass door almost hit a nice young couple as he bolted into the cold Los Angeles spring night.

He wasn’t dressed right; in his haste to leave London, he didn’t remember that California got into the 40s after the sun went down. He didn’t even pack a suit coat. Thank God he remembered to grab his leather pack from under the bar. It contained exactly five cigarettes, a finicky Zippo, his aftershave, a white t-shirt, and a travel toothbrush. There might also be a rolled-up Popular Mechanics magazine from the Burbank airport, something he never would be caught dead reading at Heathrow.

He also hadn’t done so much coke since he was in college. Why was LA always so incredibly cliché? He couldn’t blame Luke. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for this role. He said yes when he was distracted. He was in over his head. They had hired these real blokes to make sure Tom looked authentic when they started filming next month, and given his intense drive for perfection, he had agreed that it was “brilliant” of the casting director to force the eight of them to spend these weeks in Los Angeles and one week in Manhattan, in a true immersive centrifuge of shallow materiality.

The night spun around him, a neon ball of yarn, teasing open his pupils until his eyes were black and not at all blue. As he walked, he ran his large hands down the surface of his body, the material of his shirt feeling like a fancy pillowcase from a boutique hotel.

One finger lingered over his jawline, tracing it as he brought his hands back up to his face. Engrossed in the comfort of his form a moment too long, he was distracted once again. This part of LA seemed to always be full of clusters of locals and tourists, laughing and talking. He was unfortunately moving against the flow of the crowd, a wayward salmon when he almost ran straight into you.

“Watch where you're going!” you yelled, dropping your purse onto the dirty LA sidewalk. It opened enough for your things to tumble out. Tom immediately stopped and bent down to help you, but you batted his hands away. “What the hell? I can pick up my own damn Chapstick,” you scolded. “Ma’am, I am so sorry, I am obviously not from here, and I am a little overwhelmed,” he rattled off. “Why is that obvious?” “My accent, of course.” “I didn’t honestly notice,” you spoke as you inspected the tall man’s face with squinting eyes.

You, of course, did immediately notice the timbre of his voice, his height, and the buttons on his tight shirt which looked like they were in the process of unbuttoning themselves. “Would you believe I’ve been doing coke all night with a bunch of Wall Street assholes at the Rue 23, and I had to get the fuck out of there,” he continued, not sure if you were listening, but you were definitely looking at him, so he continued.

“So now I am wandering the streets of Beverly Hills, and I haven’t the foggiest how the rest of my night will go.” You shuffled your feet for a moment before speaking. You had been heading home after a long day at work. You felt genuinely unprepared for navigating a handsome foreigner in the right direction. Yet there was a certain appeal to a man suddenly without his ship or his crew, so to speak. So you didn’t immediately walk away.

He had been shuffled from the airport to the bar in a hired car, he tried to explain, and his sense of direction bordered on problematic. Further, his flip phone was really only good for texting, and that even took way too long most days. He really did seem high, overwhelmed, and a little lost. He also seemed the type unable to handle any silence in a conversation.

“Do you live far?” he said after suffering through 30 seconds of no discourse. “It’s LA, everything is far.” “Fair enough,” Tom muttered sheepishly, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, which were still somehow unbuttoning themselves. He thought he had bought the right size shirt. Maybe not.

You realized that if you were to ask this too-high, too-hot British man back to your apartment, you would inevitably cave and end up sleeping with him just because he caught you in this particular moment of your life. It was an in-between time. You weren't quite your old self and your new self that you'd been working so hard on, hadn't emerged yet.

“Want to grab something to eat?” You finally offered a neutral segue. That seemed to be just what the man needed to hear. His demeanor calmed. “Oh sure, yes, I could go for a big American cheeseburger, honestly.” “Okay then, let’s go to Patty’s on Vine, we can walk,” you said as you pulled at his shirt to turn him toward the right direction. He bristled at the feeling of your touch.

His whole body was even more sensitive than usual. You looked like the queen of the ancient British Iceni to him. In truth, he didn’t much care for the California look. He loved that you appeared out of nowhere and you looked like Boudica, not like Gwyneth Paltrow. Even though he was sure he heard she was nice. RDJ seemed to really love her.

The diner where you were headed was the second-tier after-hours hang, so it wasn’t populated with the usual crowd, not yet at least. You had some time before you would be inundated, and perhaps before someone would recognize him, which you still did not. You could ask him, of course. Although, sometimes in Los Angeles, the worst part is knowing who someone is.

Although Tom being Tom was unable to resist personal questions. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, just a little,” he had to ask as the night air propelled him quickly down the sidewalk. You considered telling him about your job, but it was just how you paid the bills. Your passions were your passions and not for a stranger. So you decided to be a little goth. It couldn't hurt.

“I have something like anhedonia, I suppose,” you finally said. Tom seemed to know what you meant right away. “The inability to feel?” He spoke. “More classically refined, which results in numbness, making capturing interior somatic sensations nearly impossible,” you clarified. “Sounds like you are depressed,” Tom flattened out your creative retelling of your current state. “Maybe,” although you weren't sure of his simple label. "You think it will pass?" Tom continued, ever the optimist.

You considered one way to try and test if this state you'd been in could possibly change, would be to see if he could provoke feelings of passion or at least some kind of low-grade horniness. You’d been feeling functionally blank for a while now.

He was stunning, after all.

He seemed game for anything, his amphetamine grin taking up the majority of his handsome face. He looked so lovely under the hanging light in your dingy booth. You ate the two-egg special you ordered and watched him devour his American cheeseburger with genuine joy.

“So, you're here to practice for a new part?” You sincerely tried to keep the conversation flowing despite the growing desire to test your theory. “Yes, they want me to branch out. In my career, there’s the fear I am already 'type-casted,' I guess you could say.” “Type-casted? So early on?”

He looked young to you. Possibly younger than you actually. “Yes, I had a big role as a villain, it really blew up, but, he's like a mythological comic book one. I am misunderstood mostly. I mean my character, not me.” "Sure." You nodded in understanding and agreed even if you didn’t quite pick up what he was putting down. You wondered if he had ever seen 'The Last Starfighter.' A favorite movie of yours, you rarely shared with anyone else. Or had he been in that? Your mind wandered. You really didn't recognize him, but you also didn't want to offend him by this fact.

“So how would this role be redefining your abilities? If you are playing a heartless hedge fund dude, isn’t that also a kind of villain? Maybe that is why you got this part.” Tom pondered your insight. He again fell into overthinking and was only a text away from bailing on the entire endeavor. He was becoming that kind of guy, emotionally uneven under his elite veneer.

“I guess they feel like I don’t have the chops to be a 'real world' baddie.” “I needed more practice.” “You don’t?” you said very timidly, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You gently pushed your plate aside so you could focus.

You realized his bromance compadres would find him eventually. Another LA truth: it was hard to get truly lost for long. You had been studying his face during the conversation. His pale complexion was slowly becoming flushed in small increments. Was it shyness or a hidden boldness he was bursting to demonstrate, you couldn't tell.

You had worn your espadrilles today, maybe it wasn’t the right season yet, but they always went so well with your outfit-a flowery dress from H&M. Gently and playfully, you kicked one of them off your foot, making a soft thud. Tom dipped his eyes beneath the table for only a moment and brought them back to you, a new flash of crimson emerging. Why were you taking off your shoes? Maybe your feet hurt from the walk?

He picked up his water and chugged almost all of it.

Your right leg lifted up and found purchase exactly between his, landing on the soft seat. Tom chuckled nervously and grabbed your foot. “Just what are you doing?” “I thought you were in training to be a real villain. Or did I misunderstand that?” You teased. Tom’s sincerity and earnestness were effulgent. “Oh no, I am, I really want the part, I need this role.” Suddenly when the idea of something illicit going on beneath the table loomed, he was not reticent about this new role. “Then you better continue to practice.” You laughed, your own smile forming across your face. “How long do we have until they find you?” You inched your foot closer to his crotch.

Tom took a deep breath in and pulled out his flip phone eyes squinting, trying to see the rectangle text banner across the tiny screen. He held the phone up to you. “Can you read this at all?” You grabbed it from him, feeling his hand shaking a little. It was charming. He was nervous.

You read the tiny screen aloud, “Not really, something about where are you at…you wanker, we are about to call your agent." It did say exactly that, and you wondered if possibly Tom was throwing away this role. Were you watching him collapse his career before your eyes? “Are you one for self-sabotage Tom?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Maybe no one had asked him so bluntly. “Maybe,” he said after a long minute of typing something on the seemingly minute phone with his long fingers and even larger hands. “Just like I am possibly depressed," you offered. He looked up and sat his phone down. “Yes, I think so. Just like that.”

Incoming

Just then the waitress came by filled your water glasses and gave you another quick refill of coffee. Your chosen sobriety was a strange foil to Tom’s imbibed stimulant cocktail which showed no sign of waning. “So, are we on?” He finally said after biting his bottom lip, for what seemed like a year, until it was slightly puffy.

“For what? A staring contest?” You offered, laughing nervously too, your foot still stationed between his thighs. You wondered what you could accomplish at this hour with the looming threat of an incursion at any moment.

The glimmer in his dilated orbs registered that Tom was now aligned in a mission of testing the perpetuity of your anhedonic state. Suddenly under the table, you felt his long legs spread yours apart, like opening a long-closed window that had been painted over.

You gasped but didn’t say anything. He laughed and widened his legs further. You moved your eyes to watch him under the table, his hand reaching down to adjust his cock, which was obviously becoming hard.

At that moment you wanted to jump over to his side of the booth, you wanted to concede and take him to your far away apartment in embarrassing Marina Del Rey.

Tom went silent and finally let go of your bare foot, he had been holding it so hard with his other hand, that you were sure it would be bruised. You immediately placed it on his now impossibly hard cock, tenting his pants obscenely. Honestly, you’d never given a “foot job” before and only seen something like this in a French film once. You had no idea what you were doing.

You slowly began to move your foot up and down his length, which was quite impressive and required more force than you had anticipated. You curled your toes around him to try and create more friction, dragging your heel just at the base.

You placed your hands on the edge of the diner seat so you could put some real weight into getting him off. That seemed to work, and Tom let out a guttural moan. He quickly grabbed your water glass and drank it in addition to his own.

“Should I stop?” You let yourself wonder out loud. “Are you crazy? No.” Was Tom’s quick reply. “Does this feel good?” “Fuck yes.” His voice was breathy, and he shifted in his seat, daring to look around at the customers, but none showed any sign of noticing anything other than themselves. “But this isn’t fair,” he spoke again softly, panting. “How so?” “Because I am um, I am receiving.” “Aren’t you supposed to be a selfish cold surface-level junior business asshole?” “Yes.” “Then this is what they do, they get foot jobs in diners, amongst other perks of course,” you laughed. “Shit, you’re right,” Tom barely squeaked out.

Just then the diner door opened, and you could see the dim faces of the guys he had been partying with. They finally found him. “Don’t look now but your Republican friends have arrived.” Tom’s flush became pale. “Should I stop?” You checked in again. “No.” His response was as clear as mid-day.

So, you increased your speed, you took a deep breath. You were so turned on at this point. You were positive there would be a wet spot on the cracked vinyl seat. You lifted your skirt up further. Tom noticed and peered beneath the table again. He saw your hand brush past your underwear and a finger curl inside the lace trim. You matched his erratic breathing to your motions as you fucked yourself intently. His eyes were glued to you, his fists almost punching into the flimsy placemats. You laughed to yourself about the chances of you both coming in public, surely, he wouldn’t, or you couldn’t.

You were about to mention that perhaps you should stop. When suddenly Tom let out a muffled cry. His breath hitched. You could feel moisture beneath the bottom of your toes as you brought your foot back to the tip of his generous cock once more. “Ah, I see,” you laughed. "Well looks like we are done here." There was no more time to discuss what just happened. The bros had spotted him and you and made their way to your back corner.

Tom closed his eyes in what looked like a silent prayer. He had just had one of the best orgasms of his life. The short blond one with cropped hair spoke up, “Hiddleston, where the fuck have you been, your agency was about to call the cops, which would have been lame.”

“Hiddleston,” you said his surname out loud. Realizing you never got his last name. Tom looked at you with both lust and remorse. Then turned back to the assholes. “You found me, good work,” he said assuredly. “Well we gotta go dick we have a strip club that closes at 3am and it’s in the contract that we take you there.”

Tom slowly got up and used one of his long fingers to expertly untuck that white button-down shirt to conceal the mess you had both made. He looked your way, the pale blue of his eyes returning.

You exchanged numbers for the pleasantry of it, as the assholes looked on impatiently, probably wondering why Tom was wasting his time on a girl who looked like Boudica, but that's just what assholes do you remembered. Although you really didn’t expect to hear from him again. To your surprise right before dawn, perhaps as he was leaving said strip club, a text came over your Blackberry.

“I hope you felt something, I know I did.” Shit.

You did feel something, a lot of things actually. Tom had brought something back to the solemnly plain bagel of your life. You quickly wrote back.

"Don't let the bros see you texting me Tom, you laughed knowing he was probably squinting and barely able to see your words. You picture all of them looking over his shoulder.

"They went home. Can I come over? I feel like we aren't done quite yet. My asshole-in-training self expires at sunrise and I turn back into the real me. Is that okay?" You blinked a few times just to make sure you saw that correctly. "So you're actually Cinderella," you laughed nervously.

You managed to type your address and push send before pulling your covers over your head and screaming quietly enough to not wake up your still-slumbering roommates. You then looked around your room in quiet delightful horror, you had about 30 minutes to hide all your dirty clothes from the past three months under your bed...

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt. 46)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Jimin’s third secret is a little bit harder to explain.

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Guns, murder, assassin! Jimin, Hitman! Jimin, talks of death, brief suicidal ideation, desperate characters, angst, survivors guilt and regular guilt, unreliable narrator, stalking, smoking, speeding, flashback, Breif nudity, brief sexual content, mentions of knots,

W/c: 11.2k

A/n: so….this is a reveal i’ve had written and planned for the better part of 2 years and it’s up to you guys to decide if i pulled it off well enough! i might hold off on answering any spoilery asks for a little bit but i’d love to hear your guys reactions to this big reveal. i know i kinda fucked up the posting times in the Sneek peek but 😅 this chapter is probably one people will need to sit with for a while. 

Previous chapter - Masterlist

Hoseok’s going to fucking die.

 He can’t fucking breathe. His heart is stuttering out of his chest, frantic like a rabbit against his ribcage, something delicate and small and precious growing there that he can't name- not yet. Boyish excitement tears through his body and he literally can't stop himself from bouncing up and down.

He’s going to kill you- No- he’s going to squish you as hard as he can, until you let out a squeak until you become something like that- small and precious and fuzzy. Then he's going to squish you some more. 

he alternates between bouncing and rubbing closed fists against his eyes  as hard as he can, checking that the sight he’s seeing in your front yard is real. Suburbia just doesn’t get this kind of flare. The pristine fresh paint job on the car glitters like the evening stars.  

“You didn’t. Please tell me this is a goddamn joke.”

The source of Hobi’s not-so-secret elation will soon be parked in your driveway. Emotions are hard to tease through. He hardly knew to expect this when you’d hovered in the doorway this morning, hands folded behind your back, more nervous around him than he’d seen you in weeks.

“Okay so- I might have a tiny itty bitty super small surprise for you, but you have to promise not to freak out okay?”  

 Hoseok is decidedly freaking out, biting his knuckles to keep from letting out what would certainly be an unattractive squeal. The bright red Lamborghini makes its slow descent from the tow truck, He winces as the chains clang and cling. But the driver seems to have it well in hand, and what he doesn’t have in hand- Namjoon and Yoongi are handling. 

Both of them have set their cups of coffee on the rock wall that separates your yard from your parking spot and the street. The two of them check the margins and set their hands on their hips in a way that is decidedly capable in that old man sort of way. the way that dads watch their kids first soccer game or oversee the grill at a potluck. 

The rest of the pack waits and watches with their coffee and pajamas, with murmurs of surprise and excitement too. But this is Hobi’s car, not any of theirs. You’re signing over the papers right now.

 “Did you have any idea she was doing this?” Namjoon asks Yoongi keeping an eye on the belts that the man slowly loostens, careful to not let the buckles even touch the cars windows. 

Your mate sighs, exasperated. “Kind of-” 

You finish your own cup and pick up Yoongi’s from the rock wall while Jin licks his fingers and flicks a piece of paper. He's a little grumpy at having to look at so many words so early in the morning but Hobi’s joy makes up for it. He’s not going to say anything.

Even if the car itself looks a little suspicious. Jin didn't even have time to put his contacts in. His thick glasses and Good day pajamas should only be for his pack's eyes. His cute lips drawn into a pout that you’ll be sure to kiss smiley later (sometimes Jin just needs to be grumpy in the mornings).

"You got me a fucking Lamborghini." It's a fact, not a question, but Hobi needs to check just to make sure this is all real.  

"Technically I didn't buy you anything" you don't say that it was your ex-husband, no one here needs that reminder. You wave your hands flippantly, "it's better it's yours that rotting away in a garage somewhere" you say, but no one takes your flimsy excuse for what it is. Hoseok's still gaping at you open mouthed, eyes darting from you to the car. 

"Are you sure?"

"Just take the fucking keys." Hoseok's hand closes around the metal. He's so much more a fan of physical ones than key fobs, it's old fashioned a little and so him it makes sentimentality rise in his throat. There's even a little keychain on it- a flower with rainbow petals. 

"Did you actually just pinch yourself to check if you're dreaming?" You scoff, but no one's fooled. 

The fact remains that you could have easily not done this, the fact that you'd thought too arouses more than one question. Jimin pecks Tae's cheek and heads back inside to relieve Jungkook of pancake duty. 

On the rock wall, Namjoon’s cup pins down a manila envelope and keeps it from getting swept up by the wind. That one contains your social security card and a thick booklet of equally precious information on your banking accounts. Delivered by courier- who sits in the front seat of the tow truck and taps on his phone waiting for the delivery to be done.  

Jimin's shoulders are curled as he disappears inside the house, Tae's eyes follow him. there's something bothering him, tae can tell just by watching the way he moves. But whatever it is he hasn't confided in her yet. “You might be giving Jimin a run for his money with this gift.” 

Jin points a pen in Tae’s direction. “Don’t give him any ideas darling, our driveway isn’t large enough for 4 cars, let alone 5.” 

Tae looks like a darling today, her hair all in these loose little waves that you've been trying out on her (her hair is so strong and straight- it's hard to make even the tightest of pin curls stick without exposing it to serious heat). Her hair is finally growing out to something feminine- dyed a fresh frosty lilac color that flatters her skin tone. 

While the pack has gotten used to appreciating Tae in all her makeup and glittery finery they're still particularly fond of this version of her. Her hairs a little messy, the faint sheen of skincare from last night still glowing on her cheeks, and a bit of mascara rubbed around her eyes making her look dark and mysterious.

Jimin and Namjoon couldn't keep their hands off of her this morning (kind of like how Hobi can't keep his hands off of you right now, but no ones willing to mention it should it spook him).

You’re wrapped up in a thick fluffy robe to keep out the morning chill and Tae is too. both of yours matching pink with your names embroidered on the collar, Hobi doesn’t know who gave them to you- if it was Namjoon or Jimin, but it feels squishy soft when his happiness takes living form and he wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes again. Tae’s fluffy lavender hair blows in the wind and she tucks it back behind her ear and sinks back inside the house after minnie. 

You let out a little squeak, your pen almost dropping. Apparently the delivery of a car worth over a quarter of a million dollars has some hoops to jump through and more than a few initials, but also some affection to endure too. 

You find you don't mind it so much. Hobi squeezes you again just for good measure.

“If you don’t like it I can easily send it back.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

You click the pen and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. Bouncing on his heels and jostling you in the process.

Hobi only has eyes for the car so he misses the blush on your cheeks by a mile but Jin doesn’t. he hands you another sheet and pinches your cheek, you swat his hands away, but even Jin’s tempted to smile at Hobi’s infectious joy.  

He squeezes you once more before the happiness takes him and he bounces close to the car. He squeezes Yoongi’s hip and your mate jumps. He's doing a lot of squeezing and touching, but maybe this is just how Hobi gets when he's too happy for words.

This isn’t just a nice gift, it’s a fucking impossible one. A fucking sportscar out of Hobi’s wildest dreams. He and Yoongi have always loved cars the most, in the way that most boys do. The red paint job is absolutely perfect, it's Hobi’s favorite color. He’s sure you didn’t know but somehow the fact that it is his favorite color makes it all the more meaningful.

The last time he saw a photo of this car, it was bright pink. Your favorite. He won’t read too much into it- that pink and red are either the best color combo or the least depending on who you ask. He’s too fucking excited he wouldn't have cared if you kept it pink.  

It’s a Saturday, and fall and summer seem to be at war with one another yet again. Yesterday was pretty chilly, but today promises to be another scorcher. Hobi would believe that summer was still here if he couldn’t see the red top of the sugar maple across the street.

Jimin must be handling the pancakes because Jungkook appears on the porch in his extra large black sweatsedo, drowning him in a cute floppy bunny mess as he falls by your side, mouth drawn into a dazzled oh.

One of your neighbors is on his porch too chatting away on the phone. It’s already attracting attention. The older alpha even comes out of his house to watch as the tow truck carefully places it onto the concrete. It falls the last inch gracefully but it still makes Hobi wince.

“Did you add more gravel to the driveway because it wouldn’t have enough clearance otherwise?” Hobi asks Yoongi. He watches on with an air of anxiety- only the rest of the pack don’t realize that it’s not solely because he’s worried about the delivery people possibly scratching the bright red sports car.

“I did” he confesses. Hobi’s joy almost makes it worth it.

Almost.  

You’d be wrong if you guessed that Yoongi didn’t mind the car (and more importantly who you’d called. He was fucking furious.Mostly he was upset that you hadn't consulted him first or let him handle it. Whispered conversations of ‘you don’t know what you’re doing’ and ‘is it really worth the risk for a car? They're not fucking with us now, and I don't think you realize how rare that is.’

He’d promptly shut up when you’d said it was for Hobi. You also might have laid it on a little thick, and confessed your secondary reason too- not entirely a lie to placate him.

Sooner rather than later- you’re going to need the documents you’d lost in your mad dash away from Geumjae. At the very least you needed a copy of your social security card and enough information to access your bank accounts. 

And Geumjae's life insurance policy. 

There’s also the matter of any sort of properties you’d inherited from him. Although the Min family fortune remains solely in Yoongi’s name and whatever criminal enterprises remain retained by whatever branch of the Min family that’s still lurking about.

The penthouse, the burned-down row house, the beach bungalow, and a few other properties are technically yours. Their deeds are in that envelope. While You don’t care what happens to them anymore- too many bad memories stitched into the very walls of those places- they are yours by right.

 And the pack might have a use for them.

You’re still thinking about it, what Hobi said about Namjoon hating his job the other day. Why shouldn’t the people you love live in leisure when you’re capable of giving it to them? this car is only the beginning of it. 

...You just have to find a way to tell Namjoon and Jin one of these days. You’re more nervous than excited.

Jin didn't peek inside the second envelope after Yoongi verified that it was your social security card. But maybe it would be better if he did, if you told him and ripped the bandaid off then he’d have a solution within the next hour. You know Jin. 

But for some reason with this, you want a little bit of control over what happens with this.

Most of the time control is the opposite of what you want. But recently that's started to change- with Namjoon and Jin to depend on when you want to feel smothered within an inch of your life, everything from your meals to your outfits to when you get kisses planned- it’s gotten easier to think of the future. And easier to think of what should be yours

by the laws of marriage and blood you’d paid. in the eyes of the state, everything that (Legally) belonged to Geumjae belongs to you. 

 You’d peeked into that envelope earlier, and on top was a fat check from insurance, not from Geumjae’s life insurance but for your nearly 7 million dollar row house in the city. You almost forgot that Moonbyul staged Geumjae’s death as a death by fire, you’re sure someone must have said something to you about covering up the murder in the hours following his death but you’d obviously had your priorities.  

Now, the envelope collects coffee rings. You’re too nervous to look at the rest of the documents. 

You’ve been making the effort to spend more time with Yoongi recently, in order to make up for both not telling him about your call to Moonbyul and the distance that had unintentionally made its way between you two over the last few months. Your car ride date the other night was only the start of it.  

You’d gotten absolutely covered head to toe with pink and plum paint with him yesterday while painting part of the upstairs, you’d ordered takeout for lunch and ate it cross legged on the floor of the upstairs, then spent most of the evening in a Min Yoongi colored haze. The pack had settled on a darker color for the nesting nook and you'd both dragged them upstairs once they’d gotten home to show them.

After, you'd reclined with your mate in the bathtub and removed all the paint that had worked its way into the groves of your hands and his. Leisurely in his touches. "let me touch you" he'd asked. And let him- you did.

With slow precise movements over your hands to rub away the purple as carefully and as exactly as he would if he were removing lacquer from a millennia-old piece of art. Yoongi’s touches always make you feel special. 

Jimin had come home in the middle of it, not quite so shy as not to intrude on your private time but not brave enough not to dodge your eye contact,  His sweet scent flaring deliciously before he’d gotten a little nervous, scent souring.

He has something he wants to ask but can’t quite yet.

Namjoon eyes the car getting progressively more and more anxious, and Jungkook leans over the hood, fingers drumming against the metal. “How fast does this thing go?” He asks. Namjoon’s foot taps an anxious rhythm on the asphalt and Jin slides the tow truck a 50 before it pulls away with a rumble. Glad to be done with it.

Hobi gingerly gets in the front seat. Feeling the full grain leather and an all-black interior. Heated seats, digital screen, the works. his hands smooth over the steering wheel with reverence. this is the nicest thing that's ever been his.

You cross your arms. “Fast enough.”

Hobi’s smile goes a little hysteric looking at the speedometer, and he lets out a laugh that sounds a little unhinged. “How fast does 250 mph sound?”

Namjoon’s hands shake as he sets them on the roof of the car, leaning in to give Hobi his I'm pack alpha and you will not disagree with me look. “You have to promise me right now that you’re not going to speed- I swear to god Hobi-” Namjoon’s anxiety spikes higher and higher, but Yoongi thumps him on the back with a soft smile.

“At least it’s not Minnie Joon- relax.”

Namjoon goes a little pale. “He’s banned from driving this car, officially. Alphas orders.”

“Are you guys going to wait around all day or will you let me drive it?”

“She gets the front seat,” Hobi says, and no one argues with him. He hops up to hold the door open for you, and out of the corner of your eyes, you see Namjoon and Jin share a look. “Just around the block,” Hobi says, and Jin raises his eyebrow without comment taking Namjoon’s empty coffee cup and the others on the rock wall before he heads back inside.

They both know once Hobi starts driving he might not be able to stop but with any luck, in a few minutes, he might come back and switch out a few passengers so that they can all get a taste of the new ride.

He’s vibrating with that listless energy he gets, the kind reserved for late-night drives, really really pretty fields of flowers, Yoongi’s playlist, and now- you.

The way you tilt your head at him is almost bratty. No one comments on the fact that you don’t even bother to change out of your house slippers as you hover in the doorway. “Do I always get the front seat in this car now?”

“Yes, Now stop being stupid and get in.”

Hobi feels the purr of the car in his veins as he turns the key. A check in the rearview mirror reveals namjoon getting over his anxiety and beginning to get excited, yoongi biting back and smiling, and Jungkook in the middle, keeping his knees together to make room for the others, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with bunny curiosity. Murmuring compliments of "Wow hyung it even has that new car smell!" and "I like the seats" as earnestly simple as only Jungkook can be.

The car literally purrs, like some sort of tiger. Hobi rests his forehead on the steering wheel, closer to tears than he’d ever willingly admit. He lets out a low groan, a little too close to a moan to escape your ire. “Holy fuck”

You laugh at him. Openly. And he tells you to shut up.

“Oh, you fucking wish, I’m never going to stop teasing you for this, are you like- actually turned on by a goddamn car?” 

Hoseok flushes as red as the car. “Passenger princess.” 

“Car fucker.”

 “Is that really the best insult you could come up with?”’ 

Jungkook sends a pregnant look in Yoongi’s direction as if to say, “is this what their flirting looks like?” but your mate just shrugs, as perplexed as Jungkook is.

The handling of the car is just as you remember it, smooth as silk as Hobi pulls away from the house, he almost winces when it goes over the pothole at the end of the street, and yet, when he pulls out onto the main road. The thing is absolute magic.

But he can’t help but look over at you and wonder why you did this. He doesn’t know how much thought went into this. There were other papers too, Ones that he saw you wordlessly hand off to Yoongi.  

Hobi hadn't realized just how sudden your departure from your last life must have been. Which begs the question- Why this, and why now?

Why did you do this for him?

Namjoon’s hand goes around Hobi’s headrest the second he goes even a mile over the speed limit. “Hobi-” he starts to say, but you shoot him a look. 

“No back seat driving alpha” you quip, and Jungkook laughs, Namjoon looks like you’ve spat in his cereal (But he also looks like he wanted you to spit in his cereal so it’s a win-win.)

“Who’s calling the shots now?” he splutters, smiling all the while, Hobi can’t stop watching you out of the corner of his eye, his heart perplexingly tight. Confused emotions swirling in his chest

 “It was always her Joonie. come on. It’s 45 here, at least let me go 60.”

~-~ 

Both Jimin and Namjoon have a mini schedule that Saturday, a handful of consultations with people who can't make appointments in the middle of the week. Without the whole pack home for most of the day, it keeps it from feeling like a real weekend.

Jimin's day job feels more bothersome than usual, he spends the mid-morning driving into the city to pick up one of the idols, take them to a few meetings, and then back to their apartment. It’s over and done with by the time the sun starts a lazy descent. The days are getting shorter, the nights longer. 

Hobi is still probably fanboying over the car, Jimin got a picture halfway through the day of him at the beach with it, and Jimin bets that more than one starry-eyed youngster probably asked to take a photo. Hobi looks pretty when he’s happy and the sight of you pressed all up against his side, his arm around your shoulder wasn't bad either. yoongi's going to print it out and put it in a picture frame probably.  

At least Hobi had a good day today.

Sometimes the truth and guild feel a little bit closer to Jimin’s fingertips. Thoughts like- I should do more for Tae and I should do more for all of them cross his mind as fluttering and vicious as butterflies with razor wings. Jimin’s metaphors aren’t as exact as Tae’s but you get the picture. 

Preoccupied with his own internal monologue, Jimin nearly misses you when he pulls up to the front of the house, sitting on the rock wall watching noodle dart back and forth chasing the chipmunks that perpetually live in your rock wall. 

Yoongi’s Subaru is on the street now, and Hobi’s sportscar is crammed between Jin’s mini. Namjoon’s charger is missing, but he’ll be home soon. There’s a light on in the kitchen, the rest of the pack must be inside. It makes his heart hurt in more ways than one to see you so innocently sitting and waiting for them to come home. You raise your hand in a wave and Jimin wishes he felt less tired and less afraid. 

He spends a few seconds gathering his things, knowing that he won’t be able to keep his face from breaking in front of you, it’s always especially hard to keep the guilt from showing when it's just the two of you alone.

It would be easier to hide his guilt, if today hadn't been so horrible. it’s always the hardest to keep his emotions hidden when the days been full. 

He fiddles with something at his waist, the sleeve of his shirt's torn, and his collar is too. It’s kind of strange to see him an inch away from perfect. Jimin is usually so careful to never be sloppy. It's an old shirt, Some crazy fan threw a sandwich at him and he had to change out of the suit he usually favors. He keeps an extra change of clothes in the car for that reason.

And one other reason, but Jimin’s never had to hide bloody clothes before.

You recognize the haze following him, wrinkling your nose at him. “Wouldn’t Namjoon get mad if he knew you were smoking?” you say. Hopping up to press your body all along the line of him. Jimin might have been quick to hide it, but he’s beginning to learn that there are few secrets that you miss.

He pecks your forehead, keeping his expression measured and routine. “Oh, he’d riot.”   

You huff a quiet laugh and Jimin takes the still barely glowing cigarette out from behind his back. he sits on the rock wall next to you, willing to wait and delay dinner a little longer. your warm bare thigh close to his while he finishes his cigarette. You’re unworried about the dirt and lichen sullying your tiny silk shorts and he’s pretty sure there's still poppy seeds on his black slacks. They’re the ones with the ruffles on the hems that Jimin has seen Yoongi fiddle with like he likes the texture.

Jimin fiddles with them too, hands playing with the high point of your thigh. Words that he can’t ever say dancing on the tip of his tongue, guilt in every little soothing touch in the same way it’s hovered ever since Tae come out.

Before if he’s being honest. 

You look like you want Jimin to be honest and like you might want to be honest too. You bite your lower lip and before you can say anything he proffers you the second half of the cigarette.

“Want a puff?” Now Jimin is just inviting the pack alpha and omegas ire and promising the wrath of Yoongi too for introducing you to his bad habit. The last one he’s got that he can’t quite kick. It might be a little masochistic but today Jimin wants their hatred. Their hatred would be easier to get than yours.

Barring the day Tae came out you haven’t ever expressed your anger at him, even though you probably should have by now if it was ever going to come. 

You shrug, taking it after a moment. You cough more than breathe- all wrong like you’ve never done it before. You smile through your discomfort and Jimin can’t help but be just a tiny bit endeared.

“These things kill you, You know?” is all you say, eyes watering when you hand it back to him. 

Jimin wonders if you’ve ever done any drugs before, now’s not an appropriate time to ask, and yet- he wants to. Jimin’s lungs are burning with everything he wants to ask you, to say, to apologize for. More than smoke and fire, truth always burns on the inhale and exhale.  

“A lot of things can kill you,” Jimin says. 

You reach up and hook your finger into the hole at his collar. and he blows the smoke to the side instead of on your face.

He’s heard you and Yoongi every single morning this week, deep breaths and soft moans. The sound of the bed rocking in a house that has very thin walls. Your moans, high-pitched and sweet. Jimin can’t put it out of his mind. It’s not that you both haven’t had any opportunity to be intimate since Tae’s coming out just that Jimin's been a little resistant to it. A little cautious. 

Any intimacy is more than he ever deserves to beg from you.

He and Tae have yet to exchange more than kisses yet. Jimin’s not quite sure what Tae coming out changed between the two of you, but things feel less pent up now.

Today with the car, Jimin realized something; that maybe- you'd sort of given Jimin his own car of sorts (although he'd never compare tae to something so inanimate). The meaning is still there. It's more correct to say you'd given him the sun with her, the sun the moon, and the whole sky wrapped in one.

Both you and Jimin are keenly aware of the price people put on love.

He hadn't realized it had changed your dynamic until he'd seen the photo, you and Hobi wrapped up together smiling. Such a change from the distance you'd had before, a needed one, but still a change nonetheless.

Jimin wonders how long it would have taken if you hadn't gifted Hobi a very expensive gift and what else might have happened if you hadn't chosen to become someone Tae depended on. Jimin doesn't like thinking about you as someone who would plan something like that. You're terribly disarming in your pink shorts that he can't stop touching and you probably know that. That's probably why you'd chosen to wear them.

He's stressed just considering it, although that could be the stress of the day just lingering too. Jimin’s day job is so stressful sometimes, it's stressful to be so watchful, to control his temper when people elbow and shove him. Why is it that all proprietary seems lost when the idols come into the public eye?

At least the guys aren’t so bad. A little diva-ish maybe, but Jimin thinks he might be that way if he had every omega in a 100-mile radius try to date him too so he tries not to judge. (That’s a lie actually- Jimin wouldn’t give a fuck about any of that if he still had the same pack. Wouldn’t care in the slightest at all. Nothing holds a candle to this, even the prettiest of omegas wouldn’t make his eyes stray from Tae for long.)

But you are the prettiest of omegas, swinging your dirty feet in the little pebbles, hands on your knobbly knees. There’s something about you that has always aroused Jimin’s instincts, something that aches when you leave forward and rub away his frown with a thumb.

Manipulative or not, he leans into the touch. Making sure to drag your wrist down his neck so that when you pull away you'll smell like him. good. his instincts purr, good that everyone knows who you belong to.  

But Jimin also comes away smelling like you, and somehow it feels like more of a claim even though you're the omega and he's the alpha.

“Stressful day?” you ask carefully, the only thing you really can ask. Jimin looks like he needs to keep his walls up. You won’t ever leave him without his armor. (What you really want to ask is if he killed someone today. But you know better than to broach any topic like that in the vicinity of the pack house).

You and Jimin don’t talk about your secrets, even when you’re alone.

“Nope.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t lie.” He takes another long drag of his cigarette, voice going darker.

“What are we if not the lies we tell to the people that matter to us?”

You lean back, considering him for a moment.

 “That’s unfailingly honest of you.”

The streetlight pops on and Jimin smudges the cherry out on the walkway and then drags you inside. He’s keen to avoid a lecture and Namjoon will be getting home soon. You follow him into the pack's nest room and Jimin busies himself with hanging up his jacket, while you fiddle with your phone.

“I’m gonna shower. Do you-” he trails off, you start to flop onto the bed but jimin stops you with a hand on your hip. "hang on you've got stuff on your ass"

"Oh! don't worry." you strip your shorts off in a second rather than get in bed with the dirt stain on the back. Flinging them into the big laundry basket in the corner. Leaving your bottoms bear except for these tiny little panties before you flop onto the bed on your stomach. Jimin swallows- he guesses this is your house but he can’t help being a little distracted by the sight of your very cute ass in only a tiny bit of fabric.

“Do I what?” you send a look over your shoulder.

“Nothing” Jimin swallows. Tearing his eyes away from you. “Nothing at all”

The shower isn’t cold enough to pull the image of you out of his head. And it comes as no surprise when Namjoon comes inside halfway through, still smelling of the hospital. “Hello- oh?” he says, eyes going a little wide. the scent of the shower gel is enough to conceal the smell of smoke and namjoon tilts his head to the side, considering the more obvious problem between Jimin's legs, half hard and angry looking. Jimin lets out a frustrated groan in reply.  

“Need help with that?”

Namjoon helps Jimin with his problem, and in return, Jimin gets on his knees to kiss around the pack alpha's half-hard knot until he cums. But all evidence of their discretion gets washed down the drain and by the time they leave the bathroom, they're both smelling content and sated.

Dinner is soft and lovely, with food and Hobi babbling to anyone who will listen about the car. he can’t even be contained after dinner when he goes for a drive. You're still in Jimin's orbit, and yoongi trails after Hobi- having helped him change the oil and windshield wiper fluid earlier.

The parking lot by the beach is mostly abandoned on a weekday. and while yoongi's content to teach Hobi how to do doughnuts. You and Jimin sit in your pj’s side by side on a speed bump, and an extra-large pastel shirt of Jin’s thrown over your thighs.

You’re quiet, watching Yoongi say something to Hobi and then they're off again, your mate steers it down the parking lot and then turns back. The smell of gasoline and burning rubber mixing with the sea salt spray.

“Hey! You’re gonna wear out the tires!” you call to them, Hobi just sticks his tongue out at you from the window.

“If he does I’ll just buy him more,” Jimin says, leaning his elbows on his knees, he rubs a hand hard across his face trying to rub away the rest of his disgruntlement and failing miserably. He won’t truly feel like himself until he sleeps.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, and Jimin’s eyes flash from your face to your pocket.

“Where’s your phone?” he asks instead of answering the question.

“In the car.” You say, and you don’t have to ask why he wants to know. jimin has never dared to broach this with an audience- either possible or physical, Jimin can never trust your phone not to be bugged, or his either. let alone yoongi's

“You know what I’m thinking about.”

Speaking his guilt into open air feels like too much, he waits for it like he always does- the anger. But it never comes from you.

You sigh, sitting back and letting your heels balance on the concrete. He waits for you to ask what he’s talking about, but instead, you turn your cheek to him sadly.

“You’ve never brought this up before, I honestly thought you’d forgotten.”

The wind blows through the parking lot, kicking up receipts and a plastic bag, the sound of Hobi’s screeching tires almost completely block out your next words

“But before you say anything, you should know that I forgive you Jimin."

His heart wrenches in his chest, vicious, like the love Jimin doesn’t deserve is ripping itself out. If Jimin could pay for what he’s done with his own blood he would, ounces and pints and gallons. Enough to fill your hands and your heart.

"You shouldn't." he gasps, rubbing away his tears with an errant thumb. It feels manipulative to cry right now and yet Jimin can’t keep the tears back.

You cup his cheeks and it feels like something holy. Jimin knows he doesn’t deserve you at all and yet he leans into the touch. Biting back a sudden wetness in his eyes.

“You didn’t know Minnie, and besides, there’s no changing what happened.”

~-~

(a glance to the past, a collection of moments from previous chapters, each unimportant at first glance, but together form a full picture. You never said you’d be honest and neither did Jimin, but this is as close as you'll get to honesty)

Jimin’s focus on you is intense, his eyes too burdened with truths for you to bear staring into for long. You look away after a second. Not here. Not right now. 

“Did she- did something happen to her?” Jimin has his suspicions after just a few minutes with you. His brain working overtime to make sense of all of this. Your presence is chief among them. How are you here? Why are you here? 

Yoongi’s measurement of Jimin is enough for you to not hide yourself away. If Yoongi’s not freaking out about Jimin’s presence in the house- then you won’t. If Yoongi has nothing to fear from Jimin then you shouldn’t fear him either. 

Jimin feels his heart deflate. If Yoongi sees the sudden sadness in his eyes he doesn’t say anything about it, A perplexing mix of Guilt and anger tightens in his throat. Jimin doesn’t like feeling guilty- especially about things he can’t control or change. 

Jimin is about ready to start checking the closet for monsters. But there is only one thing you could have possibly been afraid of here, and that’s Jimin. You don’t say hello- and his chest stings with a bit of something before Yoongi pets over your head apparently used to it and unbothered by your unmoving mouth. 

Jimin is keenly aware of Yoongi’s presence, watching Jimin as he watches you, all variety of the words ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ hitting him like a fucking battering ram. Jimin is generally good during a crisis, but this is God damn apocalyptic. 

Jimin is stunned still looking at you but desperately trying not to stare, at your scent, The scent of rain builds into a crescendo until it breaks.  

Jimin barely manages to school his face into a blank slate when he sees you for the ‘first’ time.

Stupid instincts. Stupid fucking instincts, 

You’d know Jimin’s eyes anywhere.

The first time you saw Jimin after mating Yoongi, you’d run from him. Not because you didn’t know who he was or because there was a strange alpha at your door. 

No, you ran from Jimin that day because you knew precisely who he was.

 On the best of days, you’re still not sure if you can trust him completely. Then again; you and Yoongi are the prime example that you don’t need to trust someone completely to love them or to protect them. 

No matter if the first time you met Jimin went a little rocky. You can forgive him for acting in his best interest- especially because it would have cost him his life otherwise. That’s what you tell yourself once you grow to love him, that's what makes it easier.  

You don’t know if leaving you to die Is exactly the right definition of “rocky.”  

Yoongi could need help- this strange sweet-smelling alpha could be sent to kill the two of you and yet your instincts of self-preservation are thundering in your ears. Screaming at you to run the back room crawl into the little cabinet or something- hide until he's gone. Or maybe the attic, 

Any space he couldn’t find you."

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(Jimin, 1 year prior )  

Jimin’s third secret is a little bit more difficult to explain. If only, because it includes you.

 The thing about both of Jimin’s jobs Is that they’re both fucking annoying on a good day. Either he’s getting shoved and shouted at by crazy fans, ready to be spat at and bullied or he’s literally cleaning blood off his hands and dealing with the aftermath of a dead body; as equally as suffocating and as sensorily displeasing to him as people invading his personal space.

There's something about the way people get small and quiet and still after they're dead that Jimin has never liked.

But sometimes the family doesn’t just hire him to be a killer, sometimes they hire him to be a bodyguard. Jimin does not doubt that his handlers and everyone he works for are well aware of his day job.

Jimin knew Yoongi had to exist, in the same way you know your bosses had to have a boss. But Jimin hadn’t known Yoongi was his bosses’ boss until last year, before any of them had met you.

Before Yoongi even met you. 

To everyone else and to Jimin – Yoongi just straight up disappeared last year. It was either the best timing in the world or the worst- because one week after he left, the family called on him once again. 

Text to his phone in code. details on Bulk payment and half upfront. booking code for a hotel room, plane flight, and other requirements. Only this one was different because it didn't specify a target or a requested manner of death. 

Jimin knows that there's an hourly rate specified somewhere in his contract, but he's never been paid the outrageously high number before. But the week following yoongi’s disappearance he finds himself staring down at it. 

Duration of assignment: No more than one week, await dismissal upon completion of task. 

He’s not exactly sure why they require an assassin on retainer, or why they require one as a bodyguard for a funeral. Jimin isn’t one to judge or argue with his employer, if they want to pay him to stand around and wait for someone to get stabby he has no complaints.

The pack had been tense too; they'd only just realized that Yoongi's lack of response to their texts might mean something different, something worse. leaving them down a member seemed cruel- even to Jimin. He was nervous about the pack's reaction and had soothed them with kisses and nips to their scent glands. 

But Namjoon and Jin had reassured him that it was okay for him to go.

"It’s your job, Minnie. It won’t just wait around just because Yoongi’s being a dickhead. Did you get mad at me for taking that surgery two days ago?” Jimin wonders if he’ll ever fail to find the touch of another alpha exhilarating, his whole-body hums in that Namjoonie way as the alpha strokes down his back, settling his instincts with Jimin’s presence. He's reluctant to give that up for a week even if it does mean a hideous amount of money.

Jin isn’t far either, drumming against his upper arms, covered with bitemarks and hickeys. Jin tends to get a little nibbly when he feels his claim needs re-staking. When Jimin leaves it will be with more than a few marks, and they won’t even be a little faded by the time he gets home.

“Sitting around and waiting for a call isn't healthy for any of us, Yoongi will come back. Go on your trip, Minnie. Get out of here for a little bit, we'll call every day just to make sure you don't miss him when he comes home."

 Jimin could say no and make up some sort of excuse, but he had a strange feeling about this. A sense that this wasn't a request he could refuse without paying for it later.  

Jimin doesn’t know a lot about how the gang works and most of the time he prefers it that way. 

He’s only ever been given the most basic explanation in passing. Bits and pieces to work with. Like with everyone else outside of the family- it prevents anyone from knowing enough about their operations to take them down. but basically- It's like any other organization- alphas lead and omegas fall in line, and betas pull the strings when they're available to do so.

Jimin knows enough to realize an important death when he sees it, evident in the sheer number of people who attend the funeral. Every member of the family under one roof as well as thousands of underlings dropping through to pay their respects to the boss. 

The roses are pretty little red specks below him where Jimin lingers in the rafters. Red for alphas and white for omegas seem like something out of an episode of the sopranos. The church is inarguably beautiful; rose windows cast pools of color below in the mid morning sunshine even if Jimin’s skin hums to set foot on holy ground. 

God is watching and so is Jimin from the rafters, armed from his little nest with a sniper scope and silenced pistol. Looking for anything out of the ordinary.  

There’s something technical about long-range ballistic hits that Jimin’s always liked, no need to get up close and personal with the whole world below him at his mercy. It appeals to something visceral in him that's more alpha than the rest and also makes him feel relieved that he doesn't have to watch people die up close. He’d never admit that he liked (or didn't like) killing, but maybe he likes it most when he doesn’t have to kill people face to face.

There are a set of other bodyguards here, a whole army of them that fill Jimin’s radio with chatter. Only this time instead of monitoring it to find out when a target is on location Jimin listens for sounds of a threat. With the whole family in flux and so much changing too quickly. There's a need for extra stability.

And therefore Jimin. 

Every family seems to have its own detail- its own set of alphas in dark suits. Jimin for once isn't alone or afforded security in solitude. He lingers in the rafters watching the crowd below get their roses and settle in for the service.  

Luckily, Jimin spots Yoongi at the funeral first. 

He’s Standing in the rafters of the cathedral, Blinking down at Yoongi from the rose window, watching his love go from blue, to pink, to red as he walks through the cathedral doors.   

The next instinct is to start shooting.

He runs through a million options; rappel down from the ceiling. Grab Yoongi and run. Jimin only has 50 bullets on him- not enough for everyone- but if he took out the alphas first maybe the omegas wouldn't reach for their guns right away and he'd have time to regroup.

Every instinct in him screams at him to at least do something and he feels it as a lurch in his stomach, the acidity of vomit on the back of his tongue- urging him to swoop down and take his beta far away from this room full of people that are as deadly as they are powerful. 

He's still thinking through his options as he watches Yoongi filter through the crowd.

He's Too preoccupied with his own designs of escape to put two and two together. Until he sees him shaking hands and embracing those who cry although his own eyes remain dry. If anything Yoongi only looks like he's about to vomit. Jimin watches Yoongi smile at a man that looks like him, more of a grimace than anything.

It all clicks into place; Yoongi’s wearing his disguise too. Yoongi doesn't look like a captive here. Yoongi looks like he belongs.

Most of the time Jimin doesn’t think of Yoongi in the terms of what betas normally are in the world (I’m sure you’ve forgotten too). He was never solely a beta to Jimin. He was just Yoongi, not someone who’s desired by the rest of society to the extent that alphas and omegas never could be.

Most betas are in the pocket of more than one organization, either that or their head hunted for exclusive jobs like CFO or manager of exclusive institutions that are willing to pay a pretty penny for their presence. The fact that Yoongi seemed to have an ordinary life was more of a red flag. But now Jimin looks down at him and realizes he's anything but ordinary. 

But Jimin knows one thing for certain: Yoongi isn’t a killer.  

Yoongi is the kind of man who unapologetically indulges Tae when he wants to talk about his favorite books. The kind of man who wouldn’t ever admit that he wanted to cuddle but would still tug at Jimin’s shirt if he tried to get out of bed before noon. Many a time Jimin has filed out of the bedroom hand in hand with Yoongi’s gummy sensitive vulnerable soul. a soul that isn’t capable of killing and being around these people. 

Jimin knows it. 

Powerful people can't be vulnerable without being stupid about it, and the man on the floor of the church doesn’t look vulnerable- he looks like he belongs there.

Of course, the gang had to have a beta. One of them lies dead in one of those caskets. 

Of course, Yoongi had to have another pack.

Maybe that stung the most. jimin can’t be too mad at yoongi for having secrets- he’s not that much of a secrets. But jimin putting his gun away after that and pulled the microphone from his ear to watch and tail Yoongi without distraction.

He hadn't missed much apparently because none of the surrounding guards had noticed his lack of focus throughout the service.

After the funeral, He'd tailed Yoongi to a small yellow house in the middle of the city and watched him from the safety of the shadows, his body hidden in the light from a neon hotel- the red from the vacancy sign drowning Jimin's body out in light pollution.

Jimin watches Yoongi for hours, watches him get food from the convivence store and eat it in the rickety kitchen, watches him scroll through Instagram of all things. Jimin watches the phone light up with a phone call, Jin or Namjoon probably- and watches Yoongi wait until it stops ringing and then go back to scrolling.   

That stings.

Jimin waits and watches him until the early hours of the morning when the vacancy sign warms him against his back through the cold. He receives another text to his phone just after 6 am. 

This one isn't in code just a notification that twenty-five thousand dollars has been deposited into his account. It's enough of an indication that he's no longer needed and a clear dismissal. Whatever the family was worried about- it hadn't happened today.

Any other day Jimin would be glad he made 25k without having to kill someone, but he can't stay here, can't stay in this state without arousing suspicion and although Jimin is more than a little angry at the beta right now he doesn't want to leave Yoongi to fend for himself. If only to make sure Yoongi doesn’t do something stupid like get himself killed.

If Yoongi needs him he knows how to reach him, his phone sits right next to him on the bed after all.

Jimin keeps silent when he goes back to his heartbroken pack. He tries not to spend days thinking about precisely who Yoongi is. But the relief is immediate when he takes another job and he realizes he's expecting to see Yoongi's name after the words current target. 

Jimin carries that secret with him when he goes home. He lets the others hurt by his absence of him, knowing exactly where Yoongi precisely is. It’s all he can do to reassure Jin that yeah, they’d probably know if Yoongi died, he’d feel something.

That’s just another lie, but at least Jimin knows he’d be called away if the beta died again.

Jimin's not hurt for himself and his own sake but Jimin can't forgive Yoongi on the basis of Tae alone, not to mention the others.

Sometimes he wonders at the odds of it all.

What are the odds that Jimin was scouted for this so many years ago? What are the odds that it was Yoongi's family who found him? What are the odds that that day in the hospital room- with Jungkook and Namjoon- what are the odds that Yoongi was just another man that he happened to fall in love with?

Jimin stays quiet about what he knows. He stays quiet through Jungkook’s sobs, through Tae’s quiet sadness and grief, through Namjoon’s morning, and holds Hobi when he shakes through panic attacks in the middle of the morning, woken up too early and too close to sleep, he dreams yoongi comes back and then crashes when he wakes and finds the reality is far harsher.   

Jimin stays quiet and doesn't tell a single soul what he knows.

(Even though he’s not the only one who knows where Yoongi’s gone, even though Jin shares the same sadness- neither of them knows the guilt that they harbor and the suspicions too. Thinking its sadness and excusing it as such. They couldn’t fix Yoongi's absence with the knowledge so what good would it do?)

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Jimin’s third and final secret doesn’t just belong to him. It belongs to you too.

Both of you are liars, even if your lie is that of a mockingbird a song so sweet it must be something imitated. But if you've ever lied about this- it's Jimin's lies that you mimic.  

He's only ever heard you reference your first meeting once, in all the time living in the same house you've never once mentioned it. You'd only hinted at it once, talking to jin and jimin about your date- your first one.

“I haven’t ever been in a bar really, or well- I've never been in one for more than like 10 minutes.”

That was a lie, categorically. Because the first time you had been to a bar Jimin had been there too, and it had been at least 20.

At the 3-month mark of yoongi’s absense the waiting almost becomes too much. He almost does something stupid like storm across the country and drag Yoongi back by his ear. But he finally gets called upon again. The text he's been waiting for lights up his phone- requesting his presence for his hourly rate yet again. 

Contract killing has been sparse recently too; most murders seem to have been put on hold while the family settles. Most, but not all murders.

The petty squabbles of a crime syndicate aren't any of his business. He thinks about the other assassins even less even if technically they're his coworkers.

The swan, the wolf, the spider, and the Bee. 

They remain employed and busy, but one of his contemporaries stands out from the others. A short text explains why Jimin is needed again. The spider is getting married this month, and with an extended honeymoon, he can’t complete some of his usual duties for the time being. Each of the assassins will fill his slot for ten days and take care of his usual duties. 

Jimin's up first.  

For one week- Jimin will be their go-to man. Anyone can meet with him and hire him if they have a use for him.

Jimin nearly chokes when he logs into his secure server and sees the amount of money they're offering him for it. If this is what the spider makes in one week then no wonder he’s opted for a destination wedding. Maybe Jimin should send flowers. He'll make enough this week to pay their rent for a full year and then some.

Someone has to be a vessel for the family's more murderous tendencies. Weekly meetings are staged in secure locations. there- Jimin will hold the names of souls soon to depart from this world and enter the next, like some sort of God of death.

Of course, certain people are off-limits; mostly it's the heads of houses and their families. Jimin studies their names and faces on a secure server in his bougie hotel room. Jimin breathes a sigh of relief when he finds yoongi’s face there too, at the very top. If there was a don right now their face and name would be first. 

Anyone else even on the fringes is fair game; like the youngest son to the Kim family’s right-hand man who has a fondness for roughing up omega escorts and garners too much attention. Or the professor intent on failing the Im family’s oldest daughter- the golden child destined for Harvard. A lower level up and coming drug runner who made a pass at the Kang’s youngest omega and thought that fucking a 16 year old was a great way to climb the ladder.  

All of those are fair game. Some of them Jimin doesn’t even mind killing.

There’s a certain anonymity in being a part of a crowd; Jimin himself has committed no less than a dozen murders where more than 20 people were present at the time of death. There isn’t any better place to have a secret meeting than in a crowded public place. 

The family has dozens if not hundreds of shell corporations and money laundering fronts, some of them even do pretty well for themselves on their own. Neon is one such shell company. An up-and-coming bar with an explicit dress code that changes frequently to keep the clientele adventurous and absorbed. Jimin sees so many pairs of white go-go boots in the line out front that he wants to vomit. 

The aptly named bar is aflush with neon lights and vintage signs. A snarling tiger, a lion, a black cat curled into a heart. The dance floor lights up and changes with the base of the music, flashing with blue and pink, and neon red.  Glass booths sit on the fringes, made more private by their frosted glass walls, and transparent doors.

It's Perfect. 

Wednesday night is mask night, and although not all of the club's patrons wear masks to honor the 10% discount and lowered door fees, everyone who matters to Jimin knows to come armed with their best disguises.

Jimin doesn’t have quite as many clients as the spider usually does. Whoever the spider is- he’s more well-known than all of the other assassins in the family's lineup. Most people don’t know him well enough to trust him. He gets three good kills under his belt and 150k in the hour he’s scheduled. 

Jimin doesn’t know who you are (or more importantly who you’re going to end up becoming to him) the first time he meets you. 

The first thing that draws his attention is your mask. The bar is a tangle of different kinds- lace, embroidered with pearls, Halloween masks of Freddie and Jason that don't phase him, Venetian, and oni masks too- both cheap and not. Jimin’s eyes slide over them, picking out the members of the family easily on account of their more traditional attire.

Jimin hasn’t seen a performance of Korean folk tales since he was 7 years old and his mother dragged him and Tae to the Korean culture center for Chuseok. But Tae always loved them so Jimin retained enough memories of them.  He remembers being creeped out as a child the first time he saw them, his feelings on the matter remain the same.

There was one waiting for him on the hotel bed this morning.

The family must have a sense of humor because the mask waiting for him this morning was Paekjung- the butcher. It would have made Jimin laugh if he wasn't so terrified that Yoongi was going to show up. At least the family had the decency to carve a mouthpiece out of this one, enough that he’ll be able to smoke while he wears it. 

he’s already gone through a pack almost, but he’s just nervous. 

Most members of the family are distinguishable by their masks; once again segregated by gender. most omegan members of the family wear Bunetal masks while the alphas look even wickeder in yangbantal

Jimin’s feels much rougher than any of theirs though. It’s heavy where it hooks around his ears and curves and hooks under his jaw, uncomfortable and not designed for his face he can't wait to take it off for his smoke break in a few minutes. Jimin is tired of disguises. He doesn’t know how the spider handles seeing so many infuriating people in a single day, it’s only been half an hour and already Jimin’s already overstimulated from the deep thud of the base. 

From his spot on the black couches, he has a perfect view of everyone in the club, one of his clients- now taking a drink at the booth in the front. The bodies roil and writhe on the dancefloor make it easy to spot the people here for equally as indecent ends. 

One figure shorter than the rest cuts through the dancefloor, shoulders tight, the lights flashing neon purple to red every few seconds.

There is one thing that the masks don’t hide; most members of the family wear some form of scent blocker. Jimin’s not stupid enough to ever go without them when it comes to matters of murder. His sweet vanilla is peculiar enough for an alpha that it might arouse suspicion if the wrong people ever scented him.

But you don’t. Wearing your Bune mask, the spots of rouge on your cheeks carved into the shape of hearts is not exactly traditional- but then again, you’re not a fully blooded member of the family. Jimin knows your name and your face isn’t on the list of people he’s not allowed to kill.  

Sad scents often push out the others. Your scent, the scent of rain builds into a crescendo until it breaks over Jimin’s face, and his heart thuds dully. But it’s nothing more than his alpha body reacting to the undeniably attractive scent of an omega. Sad scents are naturally stronger- meant to summon packmates to a personas aid. Jimin feels the shift in the air pushing out pheromones- the arousal and anger, the lust. The way that air feels before a thunderstorm is about to roll through. 

Most of the time- scents that aren’t Tae or the pack disgust Jimin. But not this one. This one is soft and sweet, warm nearly- if it wasn’t so sad. Something in his throat tightens, and he tries not to breathe in deeply.

This woman- this omega Jimin’s nose informs him- is not hiding her scent. It's Sweet but rainy and wet, it almost reminds him a little of Yoongi’s scent. And Jimin’s heart pangs but not enough for him to have any outward reaction. His feet remain crossed, Chelsea boots flashing their fancy red bottoms and he grinds out one cigarette and starts another. 

This week will allow him to search for Yoongi a little, to tread back to that little yellow house. At least verify with his own two eyes that the beta hasn’t croaked yet. If he’s not alive, Jimin doesn't know what he’ll do. 

But for now. He has exactly 14 more minutes left to be booked out for murders for the next week. Then he can escape and return to his perch to watch Yoongi. 

This omega doesn’t look like the powerful pinned-up ones like Jimin is used to; the mafia wives who want Jimin to kill their alpha’s mistresses (Almost all of them have one or two). There is a curled tameness to your spine as you walk to his booth, unsure for a moment before he cocks his head regarding you at the door. 

Usually, the gang is quick to stomp that kind of the softness. But still- that softness is at odds with your appearance, tight bun and a structured thick coat made to keep out the cold. To your credit- your voice barely shakes when you slide a fat pile of money across the table with a photo on top. 

Min Geumjae, Yoongi's older brother. 

Jimin had done his research after that first trip here. But even then, he'd be able to tell that this is a man related to Yoongi by how similar they look.  

“I’d like for you to kill my husband, in a way that looks accidental.”

Jimin sighs, picking up the picture more to give him time to think. This Room is about as private as you could get and still Jimin knows it was stupid of you to risk a meeting like this. Especially because he knows who your husband is and how dangerous he is. Min Geumjae is not only his beta’s brother, but he’s also a powerful man with a lot of sway in the family. Jimin knows better than to bite the hand that feeds him.

Jimin’s eyes look dark and flinty behind his mask, pretty but for the shape of them, you commit them to memory like someone might memorize the ten commandments- the same reverence anyone might attach to something that could save them.

But Jimin isn’t a miracle worker.

He puts the picture back on the table without a thought about what this will cost him in the end. “You shouldn’t be asking me to do that, if my loyalty went farther than your money, you could be dead before the hour is up.” He tries to act unaffected as your scent sours again, and he feels like Jin or Namjoon has just hooked their hands over the back of his neck. He shakes his head a little, imperceptibly, trying to get rid of your scent in his nose.

He won’t let something as simple as attraction allow him to do something so stupid. He hasn’t had this sort of reaction to someone’s scent since Tae’s. Jimin’s sure he has goosebumps underneath his shirt forming.

You don’t shiver and you don’t question his words. Whatever affects Jimin is feeling (be it pheromones or something as stupid as lust) must only go one way. Your eyes harden with resolve like you want to say something along the lines of good- good that I could die for this.

It’s peculiar, different than what Jimin’s used to. And he decides that it has to be biological- nothing more than straight genetic compatibility, that has him feeling so intrigued. Jimin won’t be charmed by just a pretty face, as you hide your mouth for a small second, it doesn’t help.

The people he kills for never think with anything other than their best interest at heart. It's all mind games and scheming. And it says something if you hate your husband so much that you’re willing to put your life at risk for it. You look like you’re almost about to laugh at Jimin’s polite refusal.

People at rock bottom always have the funniest expressions, you look like you’re about to do something stupid.

"Think it over, I can offer you twice your normal rate after the hit is taken out.”

Jimin takes certain care to blow smoke into your face. But you don’t flinch.

“Would that be before or after you inherit your husband's wealth?” you don’t answer, and Jimin laughs in your face. The timer on his phone goes off and Jimin's job is done. When he stands to leave you move with him, blocking his path. He doesn't know what kind of death wish you have to have to step into the path of an assassin but he's a little impressed.

"Please, I don't have any other options- my other one-" Jimin taps his foot expectantly. But you trail off, panic rising in your voice. A voice that will haunt him in the future.  "-They fell through. If you don’t help me, I’m going to die."

In a moment of boldness, you take Jimin's hand and put it around your own throat. Jimin feels your pulse, beating quick against his fingertips. "You might as well kill me yourself."

jimin could do it, jimin could squeeze the breath out of your pretty little throat and no one would be the wiser for it. But the fact of the matter is that jimin only likes killing if theres money attached to it and as of right now- he has three other clients to take care of. All of witch won’t land him in an early grave. 

So Jimin takes his hand from your throat and walks away. leaving you standing there to collect your money from the table without saying anything. His time is up, he has no more obligation to you or anyone else.

(If the Jimin from right now could go back, he’d throttle himself for walking away from you now. Jimin isn’t a fan of the saying an eye for an eye, but a heart for a heart might just tip the scales in your favor.  A betrayal for a betrayal- Yoongi left, and Jimin doesn’t help you.)

“It wasn’t your fault; you didn’t know Minnie- I forgive you.”

When he walks away from you, he swears for a second, he catches traces of Yoongi's scent on the air. Something pulses in his chest, his instincts begging him to go back.

The bar flashes pink, then red. 

Heels clicking, He only falters for a second.

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You and Jimin sit in the parking lot. The sun setting over the city, turning the skyline rusty and bloody. The others are far away from where you sit and yet you still keep your voices down. The secrets hidden in the whipping wind. wisked away somewhere where they can’t hurt you. 

Jimin gives you his jacket, this conversation is long overdue and he won't let you go cold just because of it..  

"I don't think you'd go to hell for what you did. If it matters to you."

You turn to look at him, balancing your cheek on your knee. The hole in the denim, your chapped skin underneath red and angry from the cold. Jimin wishes he could read you as easily as he reads Tae.

"Jimin, I killed someone. Just the same as you did." As you do.

"Yeah, but he deserved it." I wish I'd known that, that I'd realized in the moment so that I could kill him and save you from that. But I can't turn back time, no matter how much I want too. In another world I’d have liked to be your hero. If I was your hero and not Yoongi, would this have all turned out differently?  

Neither of us can turn back time and go back Jiminie.

What is more holy, death or damnation? Would you really have not killed Geumjae if you could go back? or would you have done the same thing. at least if you are damned than jimin is too. At least you’ll have that together. 

"Jiminie." you turn to him, a rueful expression on your face. and jimin's heart flinches as he registers your tone as vaguely disappointed. 

"If there really is god and heven and all that bullshit, do you really think he gives a shit about who deserves what?"

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Chapter Notes: 

- i honestly didn’t expect to touch on the car bits until next chapter but i had such a fun time writing them <3 hopefully next chapter will have another little surprise as far as hobis- maybe not a first kiss but GOD do they get a little close. either that or it’s gonna be tae focus stuff

- one of the reasons why this chapter actually had a quick turn around/not quite so much writing time was because this has actually been written since like- before the first chapter of bily was. this was one of the foundational chapters in bily and one of the very first that i had any idea for- but because of that i feel like it kind of wasn’t foreshadowed quite as much as it could have been.

- in the middle of the chapter there are italicized lines- incase it wasn’t clear- those were pulled from earlier chapters and are probably about a good 1/2 of the times the secret with the m/c was foreshadowed. i only added those because people said it would help. i hope i did a good job!

- one of the very very very first lines you ever read about bily jimin and the bily m/c interacting is. “this strange sweet-smelling alpha could be sent to kill the two of you and yet your instincts of self-preservation are thundering in your ears. Screaming at you to run” i like to think this is a “hidden in plain sight” spoiler moment. kinda like the one in the raven boys where noah’s dead. 

- listen- i know jimin and the m/c’s feelings for each other are hard to tease through but! if i may! i’ll talk through it!!

- one thing i struggled to articulate in this chapter is that the reason why jimin is kinda a little cautious in the beginning with the m/c. it’s because he’s kind of realizing that the m/c might be a lot more cognizant about the movements of the mafia than he realized and maybe might have manipulated him and the rest of the pack.

- it’s all up for interpretation but the car raises alot of red flags for jimin- he’s seeing in real time the way that the m/c is attempting to endear hobi to herself and realizes- “huh, this is kinda like me with tae.” and begins to suspect that attaching herself to tae might have been a little bit more calculated than he originally anticipated because the m/c quickly could have realized that a way to protect herself from jimin and his more murderous tendencies would be to make her indispensable to tae.

- it’s up to your own interpretation if you think the m/c and tae’s relationship started out as a calqualted move or not- i happen to think it was a thought in the back of the m/c’s head but wanting to help tae quickly overshadowed any ulterior motive the m/c had.

- but the big thing is that they still love each other and love each other alot, so they’re kinda tip toeing around each other making sure that their feelings are equally felt and that there isn’t a risk of betrayal. jimin would let the m/c drive a knife into his chest if he thought it would make it better and undo the past but that doesn’t change the fact that he wants to preserve his identity if he can.

- THE REASON WHY HE DOESN’T FEEL MORE GUILT- is because jimin knows in the moment that he made the decision not to help her kill her husband he had no idea that she’d mean something to him one day. jimin is a very logical person and doesn’t feel as much survivors guilt on the basis that he can logic his way through it.

-would would he have helped her if he would have survived the whole ordeal with geumjae? yes of course. the reason why i think we see him act so protective of her in the beginning of the story and adjust to her so quickly is because he realizes he does have the opportunity to help her. and a chance to undo the past.

- in that way- the chapter where jimin says “i think she’s going to be apart of out pack” to namjoon- is also not entirely selfless- he wants to keep a close eye on her so that he can figure out what she remembers- if she realizes it was him- and if she’s told yoongi anything.

- part of the reason why this chapter wasn’t edited so heavily and i’m putting it out now as opposed to sitting with it is because 1- it’s been about a month since bily updated.

- and 2- i am in a great deal of physical pain right now because of health issues. i won’t go too much into it but because my Ed has progressed to a certian point- i’m not recovering as quickly as i once could. i won’t be updating anything next weekend, but i wanted to at least give you guys a little bit of something so that i can take a break.

- please leave me your thoughts on the chapter and your reaction to the big reveal- we have a few more reveals in this story so we’re not through yet (especially with the cliffhangers) but i’d appreciate any feedback you can give me! i know it’s been a long time since many of you guys read the beginning of the story- so i won’t be surprised if many of you are very very very surprised but! 

- half the fun in writing bily is learning how to lay out big plot twists <3

[kassiekole22]

My Thoughts On The MK1 Story Mode

Ok! So I wanted to wait to post my thoughts on the game until after it released, so now that it is, I'm gonna spill my thoughts on all the characters!

Starting with the Earthrealmers!

Liu Kang: I LOVE his new design and I love him as a God even more than I expected! Also, him and Kitana reuniting?! AHHHHHHHHH!!! I legit had tears in my eyes when they kissed! It was such a bittersweet moment and I hope we get more of them together in the future. I'm so happy that he got his power as titan back because it just seems more right. Giving it up seemed kinda wrong. So I'm hoping it stays like that.

Raiden: He's SUCH a sweetheart and I adore him! I was surprised that Kung Lao wasn't his champion but I guess it's understandable, since he still seems in over his head. 😂 But I am very happy that he got to be champion instead. And I was SO surprised to see the old Raiden model make a return as well! I'm glad they didn't change him because that would've made no sense. 😅

Kung Lao: Ah, what can I say about good ol' Kung Lao? I honestly loved him a lot more in this game than any of the others. He seemed to have a lot more comedy moments in this one, which I really loved. I literally almost died laughing when he burped in front of General Shao and Reiko and disgusted them. 🤣

Johnny: Funny? Check! Smart ass? Check! Self-absorbed? Check! Literally the same Johnny as before and I love that! I loved his friendship development with Kenshi and it was truly something I never knew I needed. And also, him filming with his phone 90% of the time was so fucking funny and him somehow owning Cassie's drone was oddly heartwarming. 🩷

Kenshi: I knew Mileena was going to blind him in that scene! I was so sad that it happened again, despite expecting it. When he asked Baraka to tell him about his life to take his mind off of the pain, my heart broke for him. 🥺 But him discovering Sento has powers to help him was so cool to watch! I really love how they did his story in this game. And again, he and Johnny were a duo I never knew I needed.

Sub-Zero: I don't know whether I love this guy or hate him! 🤣 Honestly, his grumpy attitude makes me want to bug the shit out of him and piss him off more. 😂 And I'm not sure if he ever smiles. But it is so interesting to see Bi-Han as Sub-Zero again and I am quite happy with the results. That doesn't mean I forgive him for what he did though. 😑

Scorpion: When I heard that Bi-Han was Sub-Zero, I was worried that Kuai Laing wouldn't be coming back. So I'm happy to see him back again. But I still don't know how I feel about him replacing Hanzo. Honestly, Hanzo will always be Scorpion to me. I was upset to see that he lived a hard life on the streets before Smoke found him. At least if Hanzo wasn't Scorpion anymore, give him a good and happy life. 🥺 But I feel like Kuai Laing should be his own character. Maybe I'll whip up a name and design for him later. And also, Kuai Laing is married to Harumi?! What the fuck?!

Smoke: I did not expect him to be as sweet as he is! Like, what?! He had been through so much it makes my heart hurt! And the way Bi-Han treated him made me so sad! I'm glad that he at least has Kuai Laing to be a big brother figure to him still. Because after all, where there's smoke, there's fire. 🧡🩶

Syzoth: What a fucking cinnamon roll! Seriously! I was PRAYING he would be a good guy and not some villan's henchman again and I got exactly what I wanted and more! I already knew about his family being captured, but I had no idea it was his wife and son! He is literally this timeline's Scorpion and it breaks my heart! 🥺 At least he had a better outcome though. I hope we get to see more of him like this in the future. Also, I knew him and Baraka would be friends but I had no clue they had so much in common! Another duo I never knew I needed!

Baraka: I never thought I'd actually like Baraka, let alone feel so sorry for him! Tarkatans are diseased people? Seriously?! What the FUCK, Liu Kang?! 😭 I'd still bet money on that man who attacks Shang Tsung in the beginning being Baraka. It just all adds up. Shang mentioned his potion being able to treat tarkat and then he shows up, amgry that he lied about it being able to cure his daughter? Ok, TOTALLY him! But maybe he can help Syzoth through his grief of his dead wife and son and they can tackle Shang Tsung together once Mileena doesn't need him anymore?

Ashrah: She is literally such an angel! Fun fact about me: I used to be an Ashrah main when I would play Armageddon when I was a kid. 🤭 I hated her new design at first but now I love it! And that easter egg about her hat was perfect! 😂 Also, I didn't expect to like her personality nearly as much as she did. I mean, when Johnny told her that she is welcome to join them in Earthrealm and she said "I've never had a home. That would be wonderful." my heart literally fucking melted! 🥺💖

Sindel: We FINALLY get good Sindel back and they take her away?! WHY?! 😭 Was I the only one who actually cried when she died? Like, they made her so likable in this game. *Sighs* They giveth and taketh away. 🙄

Mileena: I am SO happy that they kept her as a good character and that she isn't always Tarkatan! I wasn't sure how I'd like her being Outworld's empress because I thought for sure she would be evil, so seeing that she was actually kind and not a blood thirsty monster made me super happy! Also, I've been waiting YEARS to see her and Kitana have an actual sisterly bond and it finally happened! Couldn't be happier with her in this game. 💖 Also, her being so fascinated by Johnny's drone was so fucking adorable. 😂

Kitana: This was probably my most favorite Kitana yet! I was shocked that she wasn't made Empress but I actually like her as Mileena's #1 supporter and protector. And she's in charge of Outworld's armies? BADASS!!! And her reaction to Johnny being shocked by her age was so cute. Wait a minute... Who's sick idea was it to sit Kitanna beside Johnny anyway?! 🤨😑

Li Mei: I LOVE this Li Mei! Seriously, couldn't have done her better! Her design is perfect, her story was very good and she did so well to redeem herself. I never would have guessed that her and Sindel were close friends. But I love that! Now if only Sindel didn't die and we got more of that friendship— 😒

Tanya: Her relationship with Mileena was so cute and God, I need more of it! 😫 Also, I really misjudged her. I thought for SURE she would be a villain!

Rain: I don't have too much to say about him other than I liked his design and I seen him being a villain coming. 😅

Reiko: Pretty cool design and I actually liked him more than I thought I would. I'd like to learn more of his story in future games as well. (Also, Syzoth randomly mocking him in the intro dialogues was too fucking funny! 🤣)

General Shao: No words other than he is a dick and I can't take him seriously after that edited picture of him wearing makeup I seen on Reddit. 🤣

Nitara: What the fuck was that?!?! I mean, her design was ok. (Except for that cone-head hairdo. 😂) But Megan Fox did fucking AWFUL voicing her! I was so shocked because Megan is an actress and from what I've heard about her, she does pretty well. But I literally couldn't focus on any scenes with her in them because of how bad she was. How could they do our girl dirty like this?! 😭

Havik: Pretty cool but he makes me squeamish. I don't know why. 😆

Shang Tsung: I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! GO DIE! 🤬🤬🤬 It's crazy because I've always kinda liked Shang Tsung because he was always such a good villain but after that whole Syzoth thing, I despise the bastard. 😂 But I can't believe Shang from the old timeline disguised himself as Kronika to fuck over himself in Liu's timline! 🤣 Also, the new deadly alliance?! Let's gooooooooo! I LOVE all the old game references, especially the Armageddon one!

Quan Chi: I LOVE his new design! His eyes were so creepy and unsettling which was perfect! It's weird because even though I knew he was in the DLC pack, I didn't expect him to be actually IN the game. 😂 Probably, my most favorite Quan Chi so far.

Ermac: JARROD TOOK CONTROL OF HIM?!?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?! God, when he got reunited with Sindel and the girls, I almost cried! That was such a beautiful reunion! 🥺 And Sindel is now a part of him too? This is crazy!

Geras: I'm glad he is on the good side. They kind of made him seem a bit against Liu Kang in the trailer for him so I was worried. But I love this upgrade, both appearance and personality wise. He seems like a kind soul. 😌

Honorable mentions: Madam Bo! What an absolute badass! I'm PRAYING for her to be a playable character in the future! 🙏🏻 Also, the alternate timeline characters?! That was SICK! And some of them were SO funny too! I mean Klockodle? Stung Lao? John Kahner? Janet Cage? THAT FUCKING SONYA/KANO ABOMINATION!!! 😭🤣 And I'm also declaring that since there are many alternate timelines, everybody's fanfics are canon! 😤

Anyway, yeah, we have waited years for this game—four, if I'm correct—and honestly, it was worth the wait. I can't wait to actually play it! 😌💖

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 434 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made and the collages.)

OK, GONNA GO THROUGH THIS QUICK THIS TIME AND ONLY GONNA SHED LIGHT ON THE PARTS IN THIS CHAPTER THAT CAUGHT MY EYES. 👁👁

Last chapter was CRAZY MAN. WTHHHH

DAMN SHE EVEN HIT HIM WITH THE SMACK 😭😭😭

“GRANDMA CHILL! I SWEAR IMMA BRING YOU CLOTHES NEXT TIME-” 💀💀💀

Um… wtf? 😀

LOOK AT BABY BOY, USING HIS OWN ACTING SKILLS LIKE THAT. 😩😩💓💓💓 Or is he actually crying? Idk, can't tell. Oh, and “Grandma bullied me, mom.” 😐

HOW DOES SHE KNOW CHARLES CHOI??? MF A CELEBRITY AROUND THESE STREETS. Him and Jinyeong both bruv. 😭😭😭 (Also, “Too late mom. Already met him and he attempted to kill me too.” /j Charles Choi and Grandma would make a perfect couple. 😌✨)

Awww, is that baby Daniel? 😭 Also, wait a damn minute. Why does he look like...

I'M SORRY, BUT HE REMINDED ME OF THIS CHEEP CHEEP FROM MARIO KART. B R U H. THEY LOOK ALIKE. 😭😭😭😭

The typos on here. 😅 "Choio" DFJKDSAHFKLSHDSJLKF SORRY. The first time I was reading this, I had to reread because I thought I was crazy for a sec.

DANG, WE'VE BEEN GETTING A LOT OF NEW CHARACTERS WITH GLASSES RECENTLY. First that ONE HOT LADY from Tiger Job Center, then that ATTRACTIVE DOCTOR who was with Goo, and then NOW A POLICE OFFICER??? PTJ TRYING TO BRING OUT MORE GLASSES REPRESENTATION. 😩💘

UMMMM SIR??? YOU'RE GETTING SHITTED ON. LITERALLY!!!! 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

You guys wish you were that cow, huh...? 👀 Yeah, I see you. You can't fool me...

Woah, woah, woah, woah... RUN THAT BY ME REALY QUICK?!?! AYO, WHEN DID THIS TURN INTO A HORROR MOVIE? WHAT IS THIS, CHILDREN OF THE CORN? 1922???? 👁👁

Aw shit. Danny boy is gonna get gang.... (banged). SORRY. I CAN'T HELP IT-

OMG DANIEL. BEAT THEM UPPP!!!! 😤😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽

Dude. Why did I think this was Zack Lee for a second? 😳😳 (Zack and Gun if they had a child together LMFAO) ALSO THIS NEW GUY IS HOT AF. WHO IS HEEEEEE??? 😩🔥🔥🔥 (And we haven't gotten any naked scenes ever since Samuel, so is PTJ giving us some fan service since Samuel can't do the job right now...? 👀)

WTH IS HE IN A TUB FULL OF SNAKES? N A K E D ? 😳 I mean... if he's into getting his thing bitten- 👀 NAH, NAH, NAH, IM KIDDING, I SWEAR. 😭😭😭😭

I don't blame you if you stared at him for more than a minute.

Omg Daniel embodying his 😵 phase. BUT FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK. THIS MAN IS BACK!!!!! HE'S FUCKING BACCCKKKKK. AEEEUUUUGGHHHHH. HE STILL LOOKS SEXY AF EVEN IF THIS IS JUST A FLASHBACK. 🥴🥴🥴🥴

YOU BET YOUR ASSES, I WILL SIMP OVER THIS MAN. H A R D.

*N S F W M E M E S W A R N I N G*

I DON'T WANNA SPIT, I WANNA GULP. I WANNA GAG, I WANNA CHOKE. I WANT YOU TO TOUCH THAT LIL' DANGLY THING THAT SWING IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M GETTING FLASHBACKS WHEN GUN HAD TO BEAT UP SAMUEL AND TELL HIM OFF. 😭😭😭😭

I can just imagine that horrifying face of his. Smiling so menacingly with those terrifying eyes. Like yessss king, go crazy!!! 😍😍😍

LOOK AT THESE DAREDEVILS. DAAAAAAAMN. TERRIFYING AS HELL. 🤭 DANNY BOY REALLY GOT IT FROM GUN FRFR. (Ugh, like father like son. Daniel could be my son- I mean, what? 😀)

I FUCKING KNEW IT. THIS FOUR EYED MF WAS SHADY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING!!! LIKE WHY TF WAS THAT CREEP STANDING THERE BEHIND HIM AND DANIEL, LOOKING LIKE ONE OF THEM PSYCHO NPC'S FROM OUTLAST 2 ????? BRUH GOT ME FUCKED UP. 😤😤😤

Ok, but why does this mf look like a DILF??? HE LOOKS LIKE A MIXTURE OF MANAGER KIM FROM HIS OWN WEBTOON AND ELITE WHEN HE WAS STILL YOUNG. LMFAAOOOOOO (I'm deadass ab this. They're attractive ngl.) AND WHY DO THE VILLAINS LOOK HOT AF? I'M NOT AGAINST IT, BUT I FEEL LIKE PTJ IS INTO SEXY VILLAINS. HE HAS A KINK FOR THEM. AND HE B R E A T H E S THEM. IN AND OUT. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 (Update: I guess Kwak Jichang LITERALLY IS a piece of shit. Think about it… 💩)

ANYWAYS, we finna see who these Chungcheon mf's are next chapter. Hopefully, we get to know what the deal is with these people hating on Jinyeong. Bc I STG, IF THIS DRAGS OUT FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS, I’M GONNA LOSE IT. 😠😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

How You Met THE SPARROW ACADEMY:

PAIRINGS: Sparrow Academy x Genderless!Descriptionless!Reader

FOLLOW UP TO: How You Met - The Umbrella Academy

A.N: we need more sparrow content ASAP. I fell quick and I fell hard

WARNINGS: Quick and minor mention of a bus crash (under Marcus tab), varying degrees of content for each character, me borrowing a villain from the comics I don't know shit about other than what i read off of TUA Fandom Wiki, and me still getting the hang of this format and writing and just having fun and being silly with it more than taking it seriously

LINKS: main masterlist || sparrow masterlist

MARCUS HARGREEVES:

Ahh Marcus 😍

He's really just so... 🤩😍🤪🥰😚☺️😅😘☺️🤩

Yeah

Oh my gosh seriously, theres a reason he's number one and it's because he's the biggest dork

You knew a thing or two about putting up about three different kinds of walls until you could hardly recognize yourself, what with you basically being the Lila of the Sparrows

It's complicated how you met but also, not in the slightest

True, there was only one Handler and the only kid she ever "had" was Lila

But she wasn't your mother, she was your boss

One that you only ever met once or twice, but you can hardly remember it, it was so long ago

You were recruited by her, however, at a unusually young age annnndd long story short, you quit

Working for an organization out of time sounded cool, and was. For about 2 (non)minutes

Then it just got depressing and way WAY confusing and downright dangerous

It took so many (non)years to plan an escape and then another two or so to actually put it into action and escape

Nothing unusual, you were constantly jumping from year to year, place to place, never staying one place too long. (Kinda like couch surfing! Time surfing if you want to put it that way)

It went off without hitch, your little plan, and had been going fairly smooth for what you perceived as about four or five years

Then said "pitstop" in good ol' 2009

That's when your path collided with the Sparrows

And when it did, you crashed

No literally, there's a literal crash involved

It was definitely something that happened by total chance

And yeah, you could argue that's how most things are, but, hopefully you get what I mean

Like, it's crazy how you just happened to forget something when you left for your walk for work and decided you had time to go around the corner and get it. Crazy that you had just enough time to catch the next bus

And that next bus just so happened to be the one that got caught in the crossfires of a Sparrow vs Villain of The Week fight

Thankfully nobody was seriously hurt, but there were a great number of close calls

You being one of them

And you had Sloane Hargreeves to thank

In a spur of the moment as you were fleeing the bus with the rest of the crowd, she pulled you lot from across the street and out of harms way

When the fight had died out, the weirdo supervillain calling himself the Murder Magician was taken away (his sidekick, the assistant as well) And the Sparrows were swarmed with press and thankful citizens

You think, because of this, it'd be virtually impossible to get any face time with the famed sparrows, right?

Wrong

Again, it's crazy how you just so happened to be trying to make a beeline out of there (what? being on the run meant blending in, and you couldn't very well do that from here) when you ran into a very handsome wall

"Oh! My apologies, I didn't see you there"

Okay, so. Not a wall. Just a very tall, very handsome, and very very famous man you knew more about than you probably should thanks to your old job maintaining timeliness and such

You insisted you had to go, but wouldn't you know it, your little streak of luck wasn't over yet

That murder magician guy? Did I mention? He had a little something called a murderbot

Kind of makes sense now, I guess. Usually, supervillains aren't as cool with being caught unless they have another trick up their sleeve

So, kinda awkward, but

the thing kinda took ya hostage along with some other unlucky few in the crowd thanks to advantage it got witht he element of surprise and all

Marcus and the sparrows handled it fairly quickly but it was still upsetting!

Experiencing a bus crash, a murder magician, his murderbot and then two rescues all in one morning can take a lot out of you!

Marcus, having already ran into you and then letting you get kidnapped right in front of him immediately after, he felt kinda responsible for you. call him old fashioned (lol)

He asked multiple times if you were okay

He did not want to leave your side until he knew you were okay

He'd invite you back to the academy where Grace could check you over for potential injuries (concussion, internal bleeding, etc) and he could be certain you'd be getting good medical care

(even though EMTs are right the f there lmao)

He may be a dork but he's also a spoiled rich kid like his siblings lskd8v8

You, all the meanwhile, having a whole different timeline's worth of knowledge on him and his siblings thanks to your time at the commission (this excludes the kugelblitz since that was technically not supposed to happen... I think) felt like you were treading dangerous waters interacting with someone so famous in history

I kinda lost where this was going lol but I do know that after all that, it was a bit harder to say no to Marcus and the little soft side he started to show when he was getting worried

Cause you were definitely started to get a little dizzy and you definitely hit your head at some point in all that chaos

And a very handsome, very famous, very dorky, and very kind man was now very worried about you

Okay, so maybe you could be a little bit late to work

SPARROW!BEN HARGREEVES:

I finally understand the term poor little meow meow

He is a wet cat

Angry and petty and snippy

And inexplicably ruthless

You two would probably meet somewhere totally unexpected

Hold on let me think of it real quick

I guess I could see you working their PR or something, if that was even a thing for them (you being newer, and ofc around their age)

Idk I feel like, with Sparrow Ben, and how much of a little shit (affectionate) he is, I think it would be kinda hilarious and yet totally on brand for him to have a connection (good or bad) with someone who got paid to tell him what to do - ie, he thinks he doesn't need it and that it's the others that need to behave and rebrand themselves when he's like, right there

His promo poster was literally the Had To Do It To Em pose, you know I'm right about this

Not exactly the kind of image that's super great for, you know, a superhero

So yeah, he would have to listen, but he'd give a stink

And even a bigger one when you threw it right back

I'd think you'd have to have that kind of skill, at least to some degree, after working in such a field

Or maybe I'm just talking out of my ass

The point is, y'all would likely be bitter, but like, the kind that got comfortable after a while?? If that makes sense??

Either way, he's such a little shit and i just don't see an instance where you meet and it's perfect sunshine and rainbows right off the bat pfft

FEI HARGREEVES:

BIRD SANCTUARY!! BIRD SANCTUARY!! BIRD SANCTUARY!!

YOU WORK IN A BIRD SANCTUARY

You two are a match made in the cosmos and its sickening 🥰

Fei, like her aforementioned brothers, takes herself and the job pretty seriously

So it can be a bit rare for someone to see her in her true element

Or at least--

People who really know her

Her family

So, when a total stranger just comes along and just,,

✨️✨️✨️

Its really special

And what better than bonding over birds, and nerding out over birds?!

I feel like she wouldn't exactly shy away from whatever she may be feeling

But I also think she'd try to underplay it

Ya know, keep it cool and not make a huge deal

You know, it wasnt a huge deal that one day, on her day off, she decides to visit a reveried bird sanctuary just outside of town

And that, upon that visit, she happened to stumble upon you, unable to stop yourself from spewing bird facts and hey? Did this random visitor know about the loyalty of crows and all the limitless examples of humans befriending crows??

Well they did now

Oh no did she love your corny enthusiasm over birds - crows especially!!

She just couldn't help herself when she first overheard you and wanted a better view

Sure she spent her time communing with the birds around her, but a select few of crows--her crows--adopted a sudden interest in you and your info-dumping to unwilling visitors, flocking to you wherever you went

It wasn't unusual for birds to bond with caretakers but you didn't recognize these crows that now seemed to follow you everywhere, always keeping a polite distance and paying careful attention to anything you had to say

Soon enough, you were fully conversing with these crows, making sure they were comfortable wherever they might have come from

That pretty much sealed the deal for her

From then on, she knew she had to make herself known to you; introduce herself, commend your respect for her birds (and the others in the sanctuary)

Yall hit it off immediately, no surprise ajdkps

Oh she's also so fucking smooth adjsjs

Idk, shes just kinda sweeps you off your feet when she finally introduces herself to you, commending you for your respect to your birds (totally teasing you for how you, by extension and strictly technical terms, treated her through her birds) and is such a coy little fker who loves seeing you get all flustered

My god though, shes also so fucking soft and sweet and loyal when you earn her trust

Either friend or partner, she'll come across something she'll think you'll like and give it to you next time she sees you (ohh idk, like a crow)

Shes so fucking loyal and just so heart melting while also being the coolest, smallest fker ever and AHHH

I just love her

ALPHONSO HARGREEVES:

Jskapsoyc

He's so boyfriend shaped

I love him, I need to know more about him, and I'd love to say how you guys met was some miraculous coincidence that makes perfect sense like Fei, but honestly he just really strikes me as someone you just Bump Into, ya know?

He's a guy, and he's just around

Maybe you met in a convenience store

That feels like something that would happen (or maybe I'm just still thinking of his fight scene with Diego)

Oo! Honestly, some place like a bowling alley or arcade

He, like Marcus, is such a dork

But he holds himself as like, a, Cool Dork, ya know?

And it's not as hidden

It's not hidden at all, he's such a snarky pizza-eating, soda-chugging, quick-as-a-whip dork

He feels comfortable in public, for not all the right reasons

And he's easy to run into

He gets a lot of mistreatment by Sparrow fans, but his attitude is much like his power

Arguably, it's because of his powers

He's rubber, they're glue; what bounces off of him sticks to you

ie, he's so good at letting a bad attitude bounce off of him and stick to his attackers

And yeah, sometimes his walls are down and stuff gets to him when he isn't prepared, but overall he is sadly (and infuriatingly) used to it

He's not always the favorite among fans, is what I'm trying to get at

>:( fucking stupid if you ask me

But!!

Woah woah woah. Hold on...

Back up

Apparently he's... your favorite?

Lol okay, yeah, sure, you're totally not trying to be nice, he thinks (note the sarcasm)

Like I said, he's used to feeling the occasional tap on his shoulder -- like now, where he stands in line for some good ol' mediocre bowling alley hotdogs -- cause someone recognized him

He was, arguably, one of the more recognizable sparrows after all, behind Christopher obviously, so

Here we go, he thinks, turning around, hands lazing in his pockets and quite possibly the least enthusiastic look any living thing could conjure on his face

And just like anyone else, you stood waiting as he turned to face you, smiling in a way that was all too obvious you were trying to hide your excitement

"Hey," he nods

"Sorry," you laughed, but not in the usual way. More like an awkward chuckle that sounded nervous. That wasn't too unusual, either

"Sorry," you said again, burying your hand back inside your pocket like the other. "you probably get this all the time, pretty much everywhere"

He shrugged it off, not appearing too bothered by it

"No problem," he said, glancing back ahead to check the line. It still was pretty long; some issue with the deep fryer holding up the line, by the looks of it. He had time. He looked back at you, waiting indifferently for whatever to come. "What's up?"

Judging by the looks of it, you had already started backtracking the moment you got his attention. You were second guessing getting his attention. Cause figures

"Just a big fan," your hands were still in your pockets, fiddling and moving around visibly through the thin cotton, maroon zip-up sweatshirt

You had shrugged, and thats when he noticed your zip up was familiar; it was a piece of sparrow merch

An older one, judging by how worn it looked

The little sparrow insignia higher up on the left breast of the jacket was still there, but it was significantly faded, and the matching white rope laces dangling from the hood were fraying at the ends

He nods again, leaving the future of the conversation up to you

Wildly inconvenient for you, you thought, considering you hadn't exactly thought this far ahead. At least, if you had, you immediately forgot.

You said the first thing that came to mind, cause of course you did

"I loved the Sparrow comics when I was younger,"

Okay, yeah, you definitely regretted this. This was mortifying. Plain and simple.

Sadly, however, Alphonso saw this in your face and misconstrued the reasons for regret

He thought you were regretting talking to him when really you were just getting in your own head

You quickly assure him though, that, actually, he's your favorite and you think he's super cool and you've actually been a fan of his since yall were kids

He takes the information like any other fan interaction,

That is until it really clicks for him you're being totally serious and your enthusiasm is genuine and he kinda :o

Then he's such a suave little shit I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Goes straight to his head, God bless <3

SLOANE HARGREEVES:

Love of my life, bane of my existence 🥰

She's perfect and such an inconvenience to me personally

I love her entirely <3

She's the sweetest of the sweet and sunshine in every sense of the word

Huh? Oh right!

How you met... *ahem* ☺️

Oh no biggie, she just uhh, saved your life is all

Okay okay, maybe not your literal life but she did save your morning shake which saved your morning which saved your ass from your boss

She was a blushing mess despite the grace of her powers and agility -- but it technically had been her fault

Sloane had been in such a rush, she unintentionally collided with you on one of the busier streets downtown

Totally cliche and a meet-cute right out of the movies

I honestly don't think I have much else to say about that, it was pretty straight forward and sweet (like her)

Admittedly you had been rattling around her head for a few days afterwards cause hey 👀👀👀 she can appreciate what's in front of her - and yet, she was kicking herself for not doing something about it

She held a lot of responsibility as a sparrow and part of her was afraid, not so much upholding the sparrow image, but disappointing her siblings

Sloane dreams of a having a life of her own, unsanctioned by her father and/or her brothers and sisters. She's been planning ahead for her inevitable exit, why had she chickened out with you??

Almost two weeks had passed since she ran into you and thirteen days since she talked herself into giving up on anything happening.

She had scolded herself, really, how foolish it was of her to think she could have something sweet and endearing with a very cute person like you

Sloane is a romantic in every sense, and this had merely been proof. How naive

And...

How naive of her to think she saw you standing out like a sore thumb in one of the sparrow crowds stationed outside for one of their outings

She had to do a double take when you gave her a shy wave, and she definitely had to make sure she wasn't making a fool of herself as she made her way over

You had sent her a grateful nod when she covertly steered you two out of the reach of cheering fans crowding around you trying to get to her and her siblings

Sloane may or may not have failed in her attemps to tamper down the corny smile that came with your being here

You looked almost, shy

"I thought you seemed familiar," you smiled, looking up over her shoulder at one of the many huge banners plastered on the academy. She followed your gaze over her shoulder and then quickly averted her gaze, not overly eager to see the sight

Were her cheeks always this sore?

JAYME HARGREEVES:

She was forged by the gays, for the gays

I love that trope where the sunny sunshine one is the grumpy grumps favorite

I feel like that could easily apply to her

But I also feel like it wouldn't be like that immediately, if at all

Not even soon

It would be a long process to get her there cause she's a sparrow after all, and being a sparrow means you come with an ego and stubbornness so strong it might as well be its own superpower

When she met you, she was irrationally and entirely furious

A big part of it was you kept cropping up everywhere

You delivered a pizza to her and Alphonso once upon a time and ever since, by total coincidence, you kept reappearing

She didn't believe it was accidental ofc

She thought you were some stalker

Meanwhile you were just as confused

It wasn't exactly love at first sight for you, either

Jayme was brash and short tempered, but when she was around you -- bumped into you on the street, out for a run in the park, whatever -- she was just plain cruel

And the thing is, she didn't know why

All you had done was the deliver the pizza, made light conversation with Alphonso and wished them both a good day before leaving

The fucking nerve of you

She's just crushing hard, actually

Nah, you're just annoying to her, that's totally it

She totally didn't think you were infuriatingly attractive, fun to be around or anything. And the display of dry humor she witnessed when you were chatting with her brother totally didn't anger her in a way she couldn't understand because she wasn't used to cute people saying stuff that she almost laughed at

But she didn't laugh. So there

She won, you lost

And you didn't even know it.

You simply thanked Alphonso for the early arrival tip, nodded a goodbye to both of them and then left

Just like that. No fan freak outs despite you knowing who they were, no autographs. Just a "thanks for saving the day" and a "let it cool for a few minutes, the pizza oven can get pretty hot and it was a short drive here"

That's it.

But that's just the thing.

That was never it.

There was always more, and Jayme wasn't buying it.

You were too calm, like you had been planning that meeting for ages

Maybe you were, even if that didn't make a damn lick of sense

Alphonso calls her out on her shit and he's the only one she really listens to even though she's not happy about it

On some level she knows she's being an asshole but it's kinda hard for her to help

Oh, real quick, by the way

If you're in the community and that's the context between you two for this preference, I don't mean to say she's acting like this cause of internalized homophobia or anything, she's just kind of an asshole skskxhcppff

This girl knows she's gay

Like Ben, she's more like a cat than a dog

She's cute, but she bites, and she's quick and really, she's just a total dick

It's also just kind of a Hargreeves thing, too to be fair

But, like cats, it's kind of, weirdly, part of their charm

She does make an effort though, after her talk with Alphonso, to be less... dickish

It works

Kind of

After a few practice runs

And lots of pizza orders later

But eventually, she's working her way up to answering the door and getting the pizzas from you with one goal in mind

Not making you storm away in rage

I mean, sure, part of the reason she gets so mad is cause you can actually keep up with her

It's never been this hard for her to get the last word in cause you actually can keep up with her and whatever she dishes out to you, you dish right back

In a way, she's kinda met her match

And that made things worse

But. You were still human and she was the one who was a literal super whose specialty was finding someone's weakness

(Actually Jayme sometimes worries she does that somehow without actually using her powers, so that was a big part of her wanting to be better ☹️)

And she's making mild progress!

It isn't until she's dialing the pizza place and working through her nerves as she does so that she realizes why she's so nervous

And then she throws the phone on the couch in embarrassment cause ew feelings

But one thing keepa her from giving up completely:

For whatever reason, you keep coming back

[ofmermaidstories]

Hi! I hope you're doing well!

I'm new here. (Well to your tumblr and twitter accounts). And I just wanted to, like, tell you I enjoy your writing.

I literally binge-read your Surrender (whenever you're ready) and Something (just like this) fanfics in two and a half nights. I have never, absolutely ever, in all my years reading fanfiction, actually reading fiction at all, read such gorgeous stories. The way you write both Izuku and Bakugou - Bakugou especially and his relationship with Weeds(which still has me squealing days after) - has me on a chokehold. And the whole plot for both is so- well-written and moving and just sweet. (I ADORE Haruto and Hitomu+Yua from their respective fanfictions alot too).

(This also led to me binging all your other fanfictions😊😅<3)

I have so so many emotions about it, good ones, but my hands get stuck and I don't know how to type them out. But...

You're literally a blessing. And I checked your account (which I hope doesn't come as creepy 😿) and you're such a sweet person too. Like I'm in love. (as a friendly term 😊)

I hope you're staying hydrated, happy and healthy, and enjoying yourself right now!

(Coming from a relatively new person, I really hope I haven't weirded you out! You're pretty free to ignore my ask or anything if that's the case!><)

Lady, hello. 🥺 Thank-you for popping in and saying hi!!!! It’s not creepy at all; it’s why I keep the tumblr, actually, because I think some people find it easier to say hello more casually than like, commenting via AO3. Well, that and being able to post about My Hero whenever the mood strikes me, lmao.

I’m so gratified to hear you like the kids, though, espeically. 🥺 I like thinking of them like… existing in the world Hori’s built, crossing paths without knowing it, lmao. Hitomu walking past Weed’s flower shop while out with Miki, or on the search for a specific comic or something. Yua and Haurto seeing the same trauma counsellor, in some non-descript office in a part of the city they’d never otherwise be in. I know I’m answering this a little late, but did you know that yesterday—May the 5th—was Children’s Day in Japan? On the tail end of Golden Week. 🎏✨🥹 Kids in parks and temples everywhere, bright carp kites/flags… I like imagining the festivities being patrolled by brightly-coloured superheroes, like Deku, who’s just so grateful he can be there. Bakugou, who gets accosted by kids with paper hats made in his colours, or something. Haru playing with other kids in a park while Weeds sits on a bench as Akane gossips and her daughter tells her to stop, LOL. Yuachan with her parents, her mum holding her hand tightly as they move through the crowds. 🥺 Hitomu and Miki are out with Miki’s friends, looking at comics or shopping on some bright street while they argue about the latest boy band Miki likes, LOL. And Scribbles is half a city away, sitting in the studio with the door open for the spring sunshine, waiting for Deku’s patrol to end.

You’re so sweet, Lady. 🥺 I kept ahold of this ask longer than I should’ve because it felt like a token. 🥹 Warding off the wobbles. Thank-you for saying such lovely things about the fics. 🥺😭💖 It’s always a welcome reminder that they find their way to the people that want them. 🥹 I hope your weekend was gentle. 🌷🌾🎐

[miraclesnail]

Helloooo 😊

Literally EVERY title PJO intrigued me but I'll just ask about some of them (for now...).

The mains ones being :

-Kronos AU

-Camp Jupiter AU

-1000 ways AU

-Torture AU

-Our Beginning, Our Ending

Which is basically almost all of them, I'm sorry to ask this much 😅😭

thanks for the ask! I think most of them have something written, so I'll just post little snippets of it.

Kronos AU

(It's titled Kronos AU, but it's more like Canon!Travis meets an AU!version of himself that worked with Kronos. 😅This isn't posted on ao3 yet. I thought it would be easier to just write most of it out and then begin posting on ao3 once it's near completion. But I have been writing this thing since 2017 lol and it's like about ~70k. Is it close to being done? No. Not really, but it'll get there one day 🤞)

Nico cried.

Travis thinks about that for a second.

Nico cried. 

He looked and acted like the 15 year old he actually is. 

“TRAVIS!”

On the 2nd second, he hears Connor screaming his name. Faces are zooming past him, the holograms unable to keep steady with him falling. Somehow, he’s still clutching the phone in his hands. Wow. Thought he would have dropped that by now. 

On the 3rd second, he hears everybody else yelling at him. 

“You have to slow yourself down!” 

“You land with that speed and you’re going splat!”

“Travis! You fucking idiot, get it together!”

The 4th second, the fog clears and he sees the ground coming fast at him. The math computes itself in his head. He was thrown from a 400 meter tall building. He’ll have just a bit over 9 seconds before he hits the ground. 

The 5th second, Travis scans his surroundings and finds nothing. The nearest building is too far to veer towards. Directly below him is a clear path to the asphalt. There’s nothing to grab, nothing to hit, nothing to slow him down. Nico really did pick a good spot to drop him from. Good for him. Sucks for himself though. 

The 6th second, his friends argue with each other. 

“Make an ice slide, Percy!” someone says. 

Percy yells back, “With what ice?!”

The 7th second is the same. 

“Then a water trampoline!”

Annabeth snaps, “At that speed, it’s like falling onto concrete. He’ll die.”

And so is the 8th second.

“Katie! Grow a tree or something like how your other-self did.”

“You think I haven’t been trying?” Katie screeches, “But I can’t — It’s not growing — It’s not appearing— it’s not. It’s not. It’s not. It’s not. Why isn’t it?” 

He’s going to die. 

He’s going to die. 

There’s no surviving this. 

But his body still braces itself. He still rights himself to land feet first. He still moves like he will survive. He pictures Connor’s face, his little brother that stuck with him since they were toddlers on the streets to young children finally finding safety at camp to fledging co-counselors after Luke left them the torch. Nico’s arrival and departure. The Battle of the Labyrinth. The Battle of Manhattan. The war with the Romans then against Gaia. They survived together, from infancy and toddlerhood and those awkward, awkward pre-teen years and two wars. There have been two wars. So many of their friends died, but they’re still alive. There’s still a whole future ahead of them. He can’t die yet.  

Even if his legs shatter. Even if every bone in his body breaks. If by some miracle, if by some good fortune, if there’s even a measly chance he’ll survive then he needs to take it. 

8.5 seconds into his fall, he’s hit with a strong gust of air from below. 

Jason, he thinks, holy cow. What a save. 

Then he slams into the ground and his world goes dark.

xxxxxxx

Somewhere in between, Travis dreams. 

He dreams of the days before the War with the Gaea, before the war with the Titans, before Percy, before Luke and Annabeth and Camp. 

He dreams of the days when it was just him and Connor. He dreams of cold nights. Of starry skies. Of hitchhiking. Of aimless wandering. Of a hand in his, a face identical to his own, smiling back at him under the canopy of a tree while they wait for the rain to pass. Laughing in tattered, stolen jackets as they wait for the blizzard to pass in the stale, musty inside of a dumpster. Running in old and worn sneakers down Lower Manhattan from a lady with a tail instead of legs. Swinging their legs up on an oak tree as they point at the nigtt he sky with many twinkling lights

“It’s not so bad,” Connor always said to him with a beaming smile, “At least you’re here with me.”

“Suffering together,” he nods in agreement. 

Connor laughs. 

But at the very least always together. 

xxxxxxx

There’s people screaming his name when he comes to.

They’re panicking. They’re begging him to do something. Wake up. Get up. 

But his mind is a mess right now. He can’t breathe. Every inch of his body hurts, burning and throbbing with excruciating and stabbing pain.

That’s good though, isn’t it? It means his spine isn’t broken? He can still walk. 

But what if his mind is playing tricks on him? 

“T-Travis? Travis?! Is he dead? Someone please tell me he’s not dead!”

“Please get up. Please, please, please. Please get up.” 

Connor’s voice cuts through the others — wobbly and shaky. He doesn’t need to see to know Connor is scared.

I’m fine. It’s all good. Don’t worry.

But it’s taking all he has to open his eyes. 

And when he finally manages it, his vision is blurry.

He’s laying in a puddle of water several inches high. Little waves lap against his face with every plop plop of raindrops. There’s something red and wet, shimmering almost, right next to his head. Is that blood? His blood? 

He blinks to clear his vision and — a stabbing pain behind his eyes. 

His eyes clench shut and he curls in on himself. Bad move. A rippling pain shoots through his body. He’s sure he whimpers.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You can’t cry in front of Connor. 

He takes a deep breath — and immediately stops when his sides just under his ribs scream bloody murder. 

Okay. No deep breaths.

Travis takes a small breath, shuddering, and forces his eyes open again. He’s lying on his right side, head tilted just enough that he’s not drowning in the puddles of water. He sees the pool of red and yes, that’s blood, raindrops making little holes like gunshots in that pool of red. 

He sees people kneeling in front of him — Annabeth and Percy — yelling words at him he’s not processing. They’re pointing behind them, something in the distance. Those squiggly blobs. 

He squints, not understanding what’s so urgent.

Then Connor’s voice cuts through the haze again. No. Not Connor’s. Other-him.

“Get up! Get up. Get up. Get up! GET UP!”

The squiggly blobs become people —3 of them, skinny and malnourished — and they’re running towards him. They’re sprinting towards him. And fuck. Fuck. fuck. Fuck. 

His heart pounds faster as realization dawns on him. His fingers scrabble on the asphalt but he can’t find strength to even roll over. He’s hyperventilating. Every breath he takes is short and sends a stab into his side. 

He struggles to stand, arms failing to lift higher than an inch. His legs refuse to budge too and maybe he did break his spine. 

Another strong gust of air blows past him, pushing against the three running zombies. One falls over but they just simply stand back up. They’re still making their way over to him. 

“He needs to fight. You need to fight them off, Travis,” Annabeth says to his left, her voice tight. 

“Not in that condition,” Will says on his right, hologram hands fluttering over him. There’s a hint of panic cracking through Will’s calm persona he always has on in a crisis mode.

5 broken ribs. A fractured femur. Breaks on both tibia. A crack on the right humerus. Another on his shoulder blade. An undetermined level of traumatic brain injury. Severe internal bleeding. Class 3 level of hypovolaemic shock borderlining on 4. 

Will is saying more, but it’s all medical jargon that Travis can’t spare any brain power on deciphering.

Camp Jupiter AU

(This is the Camp Jupiter! Connor fic. The next chapter is like... nearly done. Sort of.)

“Wanna see something cool, Annabeth?” Luke had told her once upon a time, a time from before the war, from before Kronos, from before the quest with the apple, from before even camp half blood and before Thalia’s death and before Grover had found them,  as they stand outside of a hotdog stand.

And her, 7 years old and enamorated with Luke and all his surface perfections, nods her head rapidly.

Luke smiled at her, warm and loved and kindly, before turning back to the hotdog stand they’re loitering around. 

His eyes glowed dimly, just a bit brighter than their usual blue. And they shimmered. The blue irises swirling in a circle clockwise, slowly, just barely noticeable.

Luke rested an arm on the stand and the vendor scowled at him, sizing them up and probably chalking up they have no money. He’s right. They don’t have any money. But Luke still asked anyway. 

“Can I have a hotdog?”

And the man handed them three without a question. He didn’t even ask about payment. Luke snatched the three hotdogs, thanking him quickly before quickly walking away. Annabeth followed after just as fast.

“How did you do that?” she asked, even more enamorated. Luke is so cool. She remembered that was her exact thought. 

And Luke, with sweat beading his forehead, eyes back to normal again, chuckled, his laugh weak and wobbly. “Uh… my powers. I don’t really use it all that much though. It’s kind of exhausting to be honest.” 

But he did it anyway. For me and Thalia, Annabeth thought, Luke really is the best. 

Luke never really used that power afterwards. But Annabeth can never forget it. 

The glow in those eyes. The shimmering irises. The slow swirl. 

When Annabeth met Travis Stoll at Grand Central Station the summer she turned 14, a couple weeks after Thalia’s ejection from the pine tree, that was the first thing she noticed.

He has the same power as Luke, was Annabeth’s first thought of Travis. 

He’s working with the titan, is Annabeth’s second thought. 

We can’t let him into camp. He’ll spy on all of us.

But Percy with his soft heart didn’t see what she saw. 

He’s just a lost demigod without a home, Seaweed Brain told her with these puppy-eyes as he held onto Travis’s wrist so he didn’t run away. Travis looked like the type, chuckling nervously as he hid behind Percy from her piercing gaze as he looked side to side for an escape route. Percy stood taller and broadened his shoulder as if to the shield Travis, 

But Annabeth wasn’t as kind or soft as Percy. 

“He’s lying to you,” she snarled, brandishing her dagger at this Travis person taking advantage of Percy’s good heart. “He’s with Luke.” 

“What? No. No way,” Percy said, nose flaring with the beginning flames of anger as he stood his ground. “What is your problem? You judged Tyson just like this. How can you know all that when you just met him?” 

Because he has the same power as Luke, the same power that’s blossoming in Drew Tanaka, their newest camper. The power that can make whoever they speak to do their bidding. But whereas Luke can only perform a simple action before the power wanes all his energy, Travis has been active with no signs of stopping. No exhaustion like Luke suffered from. No sweating. No weakness. 

Travis’s control over his godly power was better than even Luke’s. Then that must mean Travis is powerful and no powerful demigod this old hadn’t already been pulled to one side. 

Travis Stoll had to be working for Kronos. 

She just didn’t have the proof at the moment. But what other explanation can there be? To have survived for this long from monsters and elements alike, he had to have help from the titan. 

But Percy won their argument in the end, dragging the now reluctant Travis (suspicious) to Camp Half Blood. There Travis was claimed at the spot (highly suspicious). Hermes himself even arrived at the Camp to see Travis in person much to the guffaws of the other unclaimeds in the cabin (incredibly suspicious). 

No way Travis wasn’t a spy. 

So Annabeth waited.

Waited for the ball to drop.

Waited for the mask to come off.

Waited for Travis to show his true colors and betray them all just as Luke had. 

But the hours became days that became weeks that turned into months and then to years.

Travis ate with them jovially, excitedly, eyes going starried eyed at the variety of meals he can bring forth with his mind.  Annabeth was staring at him so she spotted it, the moment of genuinity. The moment of relief that can only come from the experience of scarcity. And she looked away quickly. It’s just an act. He’s pretending. He’s acting. Just a ploy so she’ll lower her guard, she told herself then. 

Travis played volleyball and decimated her reigning champion title effortlessly and unknowingly. He doesn’t spike all too hard and his serves are nothing. But the way he dives for the ball, he never once allowed it to touch the ground despite who she set the ball to. They can only make the rally go on for so long before someone makes a mistake. Then he had the nerve, the hudslaw, to try to throw the next match when he found out his crime. Annabeth didn’t let him, of course, because a win is not a win if one of them was only trying half-heartedly. Athena would disown her if she claimed victory like this. 

Travis sparred playfully and half-heartedly with Percy, losing on purpose and tapping out too early. I’m tired. You got me. I lost. Hahahaha. Travis said it all with this weird edge in his voice. 

Travis helped Will and Michael out in the infirmary and then initiated a rubber band war when there’s down time. Travis learned how to knit and crochet from her so he could make thousands of little bunnies to plant all over Demeter’s Cabin and in Katie Gardner’s bed. Travis strummed his lyre happily in the weekly sing-a-longs much to Lee’s delight before taking the campy songs more towards a rock theme. Travis listened attentively to Beckendorf’s rantings about his creations before using newly found knowledge to create his own contraptions for his pranks (that never works thank the fates). 

Travis was there with them at the Battle of the Labyrinth, guarding his cabinmate’s back. Travis comforting the younger campers. Travis cried when they burned Lee’s and Castor’s shrouds. Travis cried at Percy’s faux-funeral then at Beckendorf’s shroud burning. Travis followed them into Manhattan and did as told without a single complaint. 

Travis fought for them, fought with them. 

Travis risked his life for their cause the same as all of them. 

Travis held her hand when he got back from his trip to the drug store with Will’s requested supplies.

Travis talked with her as Will treated her wounds, told her about what he saw on his way to the drug store, about this pair of puppies sleeping side by side beside their human in the middle of the street and how he moved them away, how his cabin is doing, how her cabin is doing, what the weather is like. 

Travis stayed beside her for a moment longer after Will left when Kayla and Austin came to tell him something, their face haggard. 

Travis told her in this quiet voice that Michael had died, voice cracking while on the other side of the door she can hear Will’s sobbing. 

And when they won the war, when Kronos had been vanquished, and they’re all back safe and sound at camp, Travis smiled at her so warmly, with such genuine affection, with such a gentle look, it can’t be mistaken for anything but sincerity. 

She was wrong. 

Travis wasn’t a spy. 

He’s just a liar. 

1000 ways

(Drew is the only one with an intro I liked out of the 3 I have ongoing in this doc. She's probably next.)

Drew (14) - Travis (14) - Connor (13) 

Summer 2007

If Drew tries really hard, if she closes her eyes and shuts out the world, Drew can remember the counselor before Silena. 

She had been kind. A warm smile. She loved hugging them. She loved saying how proud she is of them. She loved making these little knickknacks to give them at the end of summer. A little clay figurine. A crocheted beanie. A knitted hand warmer. 

There’s more too. She talked too much about her dog, a little doodle puppy in California. She complained about the long flight whenever she came to camp for the summer and how jetlaggd she is. She always spoke about their mother in a stilted way whenever she spoke of Aphrodite, always shifting the topic away as fast as she could. 

But she did seem knowledgable about their shared mother. 

Drew doesn’t remember much more of Karen. 

But she remembered how she always looked stressed at curfew when she checked each of them to make they’re accounted for, when she listened to their complaints about other cabins bullying them and how they want to make it stop, how they wish their mother would give them some kind of message or sign that they care.

She remembered thinking that a counselor seems like a sucky job.

And now here Silena is, standing before them with a shaky smile, legs quivering as she addresses all of them, “Welcome back, Cabin 10. Let’s have another great summer! I’m your head counselor this summer, Silena Beuragard.”

“What happened to Karen?” someone in the back asks, “Is she working or taking summer classes?”

“Karen? Oh, um,” Silena says pitifully, eyes darting around the room in an obvious attempt to buy time. 

Weird, Drew thinks and thinks no more of it.

That should have been clue 1.

“Karen…” Silena gulps and her lower lip wobbles. “Karen died in May to hellhounds.”

A heavy, unbearable silence consumes their cabin. Of course it would. Why wouldn’t it? As much as Annabeth likes to tell everybody new that arrives to camp that they, the children of Aprodite, do not attract monsters, the fact of the matter is that they do. They fucking do. It’s a reality for them as much as it is for every other demigod. Karen always stopped her from telling Annabeth off, saying some bullshit about how ‘we need to maintain peace, Drew.’ 

Well, she’s not here to maintain the peace and Drew is going to say whatever she wants. And the first on the list is telling Annabeth she’s wrong. 

The somber silence in their cabin is annoying though and it looks like Silena isn’t going to do anything about it. In fact, their new counselor is doing nothing but staring at her shoes. Come on, Silena. Read the room. 

Drew huffs and crosses her arms, raising her voice, “Well, we expected this, didn’t we? It’s part of the deal that comes with being demigods. Time to take training more seriously so we all don’t become like poor old Karen.”

A girl beside her punches her in the arm and hisses, “Drew! That’s too insensitive!”

But that seems to snap Silena out of her stupor. “No… No. Drew is right. Let’s take training more seriously. No more deaths from now on. I want to see you all again next summer… yeah?” 

Silena ends it with a weak smile, a guilty smile once Drew looks closer. But why? What would Silena have any guilt about?

“Thanks, Drew,” Silena tells her after everybody clears the cabin, still with that wobbling lip. “You really saved the mood there.” 

Drew scoffs and flips her hair over her shoulder and  rests a hand on her hip, looking her half-sister up and down. “Yeah. It’s no big deal. Are you sure you can do it though? That’s not a very strong start there, you know. Not a very respectable start either. If anything, you seem kind of like a pushover.” 

Silena shakes her head and bites her cheek as she rubs her arms. “No, no, I can do this. I have to do this. After everything I had to do just to get this position, I can’t just… I can’t just make you do it. What kind of sister would I be?”

Silena is such a piss-poor liar. She definitely just changed what she was about to say. 

Torture AU

(Basically Travis gets kidnapped by Luke and locked away because he wouldn't help Luke. Then Luke someone had someone infiltrate and take over cabin 11 to help Silena with spy/sabotage duties while Connor was busy looking for his brother. It was suppose to be a 5 part story but I've been stuck on the first part. So I just add like a word every week or so lol)

He’s just a child. Baby fat rounding his cheeks. Limbs, thin and gangly. Voice, high and squeaking. A face that is undoubtedly trying to appear tough, but it’s just a baby pout. Just a child. 

I wince as he’s dragged by the arms, legs digging into the steel floor to no avail and screams echoing, through the hallway. He catches my eyes, catches my polearm beside me next, and his eyes widen just a bit in fear. But Marcus and Adwin pull him further along. I bring my halberd polearm, just a bit taller than me at 5 and a half feet, closer and follow after them. 

He’s yelling about his brother who will ‘definitely come for me’ and ‘you’ll all regret it’ and ‘I am so hungry why couldn’t you kidnap me after breakfast, huh?’

They toss him into a cellar, pull the steel bars close, and lock it with a padlock, tossing me the key. 

Keep watch over him, Marcus tells me as Adwin leaves without a glance back. 

Don’t let him out.

Don’t let him escape. 

Don’t talk to him. 

Just ignore him. 

Easy enough to do.  

xx

“Hey,” he says as soon as we’re alone with a bright, easy smile, fingers wrapping loosely around the metal bars. “How are you? What’s your name?”

By reflex, I smile back.

And by courtesy, I answer.

“It’s Carwen. And yours?”

xx

Travis is his name. He really is a child, just barely turned thirteen, five years younger than me. Oldest in his cabin. A son of Hermes. Luke’s younger half brother. It's hard to believe they’re related. Luke is ice cold and harsh edges and bitter scowls but Travis is lively laughs and wide smiles and bad jokes. 

Nothing at all like Luke. 

xx

Travis talks.

Like, a lot.

About everything, about nothing. The weather. The food. His cabin. His brothers and sisters. Luke. His feelings. His dreams. His aspirations. His hobbies. His pet peeves. 

It’s refreshing honestly. No one ever talks here, least of all mundane stuff like this. 

It’s all war, war, war. Plans, plans, plans. Strategy this and strategy that. Revenge, revenge, revenge. 

Sometimes all Carwen wants is a nice conversation. 

Just a nice, casual “I'm good. Went scuba diving. Made some kimchi fried rice. How are you?” to her “how are you? Anything fun happened today?” rather than “I performed a splenectomy on myself.” or “Threw up because I ate rotting meat.” or even “I did nothing but train today and so should you.” 

xx

Food comes twice a day. Early morning and late evening. It’s not really special. Just white rice with unseasoned chicken and an apple. It’s boring and unappetizing and Travis tells me for every meal for the last three days. 

He tells me how the food at Camp Half Blood is so much better, so much more diverse, so much more tasty. 

And I couldn’t disagree. 

xx

There’s no vegetables at all in his bidaily meals! That’s not a healthy diet for a growing boy.  

Well, today I cut and steamed some broccoli with a soy sauce and mustard mix. I hope he likes it. Travis stares at it for a long time, his face lowered and hidden from me. I fiddle with my polearm as I wait for his reaction. 

When he breaks into a smile and thanks me, I don’t know why but I go warm. 

xx

Travis tells me how he was caught. Went running along the border with the newest camper. Got chloroformed. Last thing he saw was the camp’s rising sun as he’s dragged down half blood hill. I listened, nodded in understanding a couple times, but all I could think about was Abbie, the nine year old we sent over there for spying purposes and undercover missions. 

xx

Why are you fighting? Travis asks with wide eyes. Why are you doing this? 

xx

Flower. 

That’s the name I gave my halberd. Travis watches it with a lackluster expression. It looks too heavy. It looks dull. It looks slow. All of which I deny exuberantly.

I ask him what’s his preferred weapon, Travis hums and ponders and drums his fingers on the bed. Something inconspicuous, he tells me later. Something he could always have with him without suspicion.

Our Beginning, Our End 

(It's supposed to be a companion piece to the Kronos!AU where I put all the side stories that explained events in the main story but were too clunky to somehow add in there.)

The whole school saw it at the same time. That wave of water. Thousands of meters high and racing towards them. Like something right out of a disaster movie. Laurel stares, transfixed at the coming wave. We’re going to die. We’re all going to die.

Even when her twin sister socks her in the arm and yells at her, Laurel can’t move. 

“Laurel!” Holly screams right into her ear. “Get a grip! We have a run now!”

A hand grabs her wrist and tugs hard. She doesn’t budge from the window. 

“Laurel! You big, fucking idiot! Move, Laurel!”

She still doesn’t move. 

And her twin sister, her other-half, her equal, the one person she can’t stand, can’t live without, the one person who knows her inside and out, says the only words that gets through.

“This settles it. I’m the one best suited for apocalypses, you pansy.” 

It’s like fire fills her veins and Laurel snaps out of whatever stupor she was in. 

“Huh?!? What? You? We both know I’m the better one.” she snaps, but she’s jesting. The truth is, she’s scared and so is Holly.

“Yeah? Show me then,” Holly challenges with a crazy smile, “Survive longer than me and we’ll see.” 

A game. To be the best. To be number 1. They played that game for as long as Laurel can remember. 

No matter what. Winning is everything. Winning is the only option.

Holly shoving her out of the way of the trampede, even that means she gets caught in the crowd, that was an admission of defeat. 

Laurel guessed when she just sat there and watched her sister’s head roll underneath her schoolmate’s feet. That was also an admission of defeat.  

Holly’s dead. Her skull is split in two. There’s so much blood. There’s no pulse. But admitting that means Laurel has no reason to live.

So she lifts her precious sister onto her back and runs as far as she can before the waters catch up. 

“I’m going to win,” she pretends, a quiet whisper that sounds more like a question. The fear in her voice makes her sick

“I’m going to win! Just watch and see!” she yells to no one’s ears. 

“I'm going to win, you loser,” she says to the still body. 

The tsunami hits her and she’s swept up in the waters. Her vision becomes darky and murky. She doesn’t know which way is up. Something large and heavy crashes into her. She loses her grip on Holly and Laurel screams no, water filling her lungs. 

Not my sister. Don’t take my sister away from me. Holly. Holly. Holly, don’t go. 

When she wakes, she’s floating on top of a lake with a pile of bodies. Alone and her sister nowhere in sight. 

She’s dead. 

She can’t breathe. Everytime she tries, everytime she focuses on it, its like she’s drowning again. 

But if she ignores it, if she doesn’t think about it, she can talk. And she’s moving despite being dead. 

She should question the logistics but all she can think about right now is finding her sister. Find her sister. Find Holly. Find holly first Then she can figure out why she isn’t dead. 

But the minutes of looking turn into hours of looking.  The hours turns into days and then weeks and then months. 

She can’t recognize anything. Nothing is the same. There’s no landmarks. She can’t tell where she is. All the houses are washed away. All the buildings torn down to just their foundation. 

She gives up her dignity and asks for help. But nobody, not the shambling drowned corpses, not the thin skeletal corpses, not the chewed and bitten corpses, not the corpses with bullets in their heads, none if them know where her sister is. 

She asks. And asks. And asks. And there’s still no Holly. 

And day by day, the panic settles and grips her heart. What if she never finds Holly? What jf this is Hell? What if this is her personal hell? To forever look and never find her twin? 

The desperation gets worse. Her fear gets wilder. She tries harder. She struggles more. She stops being nice. If a corpse or a still alive being gives her no answer, she shoves them away. If they’re too slow to move aside, she jabs her hand-made spear into their stomach and tosses them aside. 

There’s a small part of her, the moral part of her, that knows what she’s doing is wrong, but Holly is still missing. Everybody — mostly everybody — is already dead so what does it matter?

Times pass for whoever knows just like that. Searching for her sister, cutting people in half, searching for her sister, cutting people inbalf, over and over. Monotnous and repeating. 

Until it isn’t. 

She bumps into someone alive as she rounds a corner of the office building she’s searching in and the pain is searing and immediate. The pain lingers even after the person jumps back. 

“Shit! Watch out guys.”

There’s others behind her. Two girls. Three boys. They’re all different somehow. There’s this certain strength coursing through them that she never sees in others — both corpses and alive. They’re like her. They’re special like her. 

But this person she bumped into is more special. This still alive person she comes across, this… person is different. Being around her hurts. Being around her makes her unable to breathe. It makes her feel like she’s drowning. It makes her rememeber her death, the dark murky waters and twirling in complete darkness, of her last contact with her sister. It makes her afraid. it makes her feel the pain all the worse. Run. Attack. Those are her two options.

[ectogeo-rebubbles]

What do you think about the song After Last Night (by crj) for siskarak?

(bc I saw the line "things are different in the pale moonlight", plus the music kind of has a space vibe, so I latched on to this song. And since then whenever I listen to the song my mind is busy with stretching the meaning of the rest of the lyrics to justify myself assigning siskarak to the song 😅

Hiiii, thanks for this amazing ask!

I think the intended meaning and tone of this song is a little too bubbly and romantic to apply to them haha, HOWEVER.... that is NOT going to even slightly stop me from trying to figure out how to twist the lyrics until they are actually about middle-aged men doing their war crimes together!!! I see your vision, anon! ^_^ <3

"Gravity is not enough to keep me on your street Walking twenty feet above the ground I need you to hold my hand" = not sure for the first two lines, maybe it's about Sisko knowing in retrospect that his head was in the clouds for thinking that Garak wouldn't betray and undermine him. I need you to hold my hand is about their handshake in ITPM

"Every kiss we start feels somehow incomplete Secrets in the corner of your mouth Things I wanna understand" = Sisko has a creeping sense that Garak is hiding things from him during ITPM but can't quite figure out what

"Then you said, hey, before we make a big mistake Is there some place where we can go right now? I don't think that it can wait" = I'm getting vibes of like Sisko getting cold feet or feeling guilty enough to want to confess to someone, and Garak calmly pulling Sisko aside to talk him into or out of doing something. Like, perhaps, that scene where Garak tells Sisko his contacts have all been killed and Sisko almost calls the whole thing off? I don't think that it can wait could just be about the urgency of bringing the Romulans into the war to help even the odds.

"After last night, things look different In the pale moonlight In the moment, I was hypnotized You can go ahead and open your eyes Yeah, I see you And I think it's gonna change my life" = after he learned about Vreenak's ship, the illusion that Garak was ever going to stick to the plan (and not go rogue and do some murders) has been shattered, and Sisko sees Garak for who he is, no longer seduced by him.

"Not afraid of getting close this time You can go ahead and open your eyes" = a clear-eyed post-monologue Sisko accepting what he can live with. or maybe there's a pov switch at this point and it's just a clip of garak getting physically close to him and also wishing that Sisko would open his eyes and stop deluding himself

"The consequences of dancing with his insecurities Tell me what you want and I'll reply I can tell the truth, don't bite" = I suggested making the POV switch in previous section bc these lines are MUCH more Garak about Sisko than Sisko about Garak. Garak is very much dancing with (and around) Sisko's insecurities (moral qualms) in ITPM. and then the last bit is Garak stressing that he's telling the truth, when he obvs isn't hehe. (but he IS indirectly truthful in a way, by warning Sisko that it will be a messy bloody business)

"After we spent the night The moon was shining extra bright We kinda opened up inside After we spent the night We crossed into the other side And manifested something bright" = Sisko and Garak metaphorically getting into bed together and learning more about each other during their little plots and schemes in ITPM. "Mr. Garak after having spent a week with you" etc. etc. Also I believe in my heart that they LITERALLY got into bed together at some point too, and no one can ever change my mind about that hehe. <3 Oh, and the something bright is OBVS the explosion of Vreenak's ship. ^_^

"It's always in you, really, always And it's no surprise I was never so hypnotized You can go ahead and open your eyes" = I like the "it's no surprise / I was never so hypnotized" juxtaposition for ITPM!Sisko a lot, bc he shouldn't be surprised that Garak (the solving his problems with murder guy) escalated to murder, yet he's still framing it as being hypnotized (and still not quite acknowledging that his initial plan was ALREADY VERY MORALLY FUCKED - like, lying to a guy and planting evidence is less bad than murder but the GOAL of those actions was always to get the Romulans into the war under false pretenses... and that would mean a lot more dead Romulans as a direct result, even if the cause of death is more indirect than Sisko and Garak personally murdering them).

This was so fun to think about!!! I absolutely love torturing song lyrics into tonally dissonant interpretations to make them be about my blorbos. ^_^

[rainbowsky]

OK seriously wtf! 😰

This is so typical of my partner. Puts on the most terrifying movie of all time* for us to watch 'together' and then immediately falls asleep, leaving me to watch this utterly heart-stopping horror by myself!!!

Okay so I'm watching this and completely freaking out, covering my face half the time but the sound is every bit as terrifying as the visuals. And there is this super suspenseful moment that I can tell is going to be a jump-scare moment, and suddenly from right behind me - it literally sounds like it is on the street in front of my house - I hear a deafening thunder crash. ⚡⛈️🌩️

I scream, jump out of my chair onto the floor and cover my head, completely losing my shit, and my partner wakes up and is like, "That was in the movie!"

I'm like, "No damn way that was in the movie, that was right outside our freaking window!"

So fine, I think maybe he was right. Maybe it was in the movie. So I get back to the movie and calm down a bit, and then a short while later, "BOOM!" Another one, much louder and longer than the last one. Definitely real!

The movie ends, he goes to bed, and I'm still so shaken up I can't sleep, so I stay up to watch some news. But now there's this massive, terrifying, incredibly loud thunderstorm right on top of our house, with lightning flashing in the window every time the thunder strikes.

*'Smile' - View at your own risk! Will not make you smile!!

And he's sleeping like a little lamb. Not fair, considering he was the one who picked out this terrifying movie that's now going to give me nightmares. 😅

AND he's missing the terrifying thunderstorm!

[fanderficreader]

The Great Battle.

A/N: again this is something different from my usual writing, but I felt like doing it anyway so here you go. Enjoy.

Words: 1600

TW: threats. That’s it.

Fandom: Marvel, DC.(im not really a big dc fan but I tried to write them as best I could, so sorry if it’s not good, I tried.👍😅)

Peter was walking down the street of queens when he saw a dark figure. As he got closer to it, it turned out to be none other than.... Batman? What was he doing here? Peter thought. Peter was pulled from his train of thought, when he started getting closer to him. "Hey! Kid!" He started. "Do you think you'd mind telling me where the hell I am!?" He said urgently. "Uhh... you're in New York. Sir..." he couldn't believe he was talking to a comic book hero right now. 

"I know, but where exactly in New York am I?" He asked. "Um, queens New York. Uh, sir..." he didn't know how to address him. This was so weird. He's never met a real life superhero before. Well... that wasn't the avengers that is. "Which way to Gotham from here." He demanded. "Um, I don't know. I've never been." Peter was so nervous. He wasn't prepared for this. Or what was about to happen.

Next thing Peter knows, he's surrounded by DC superheroes. Peters heart sped up so fast, he was convinced he would have a heart attack. He couldn't believe his eyes. He shook it off and started figuring out how many were actually there. There was Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Batman(obviously), Robin, Aqua Man, and Superman. So yeah, he was definitely surrounded.

Peter then got pulled -once again- out of his train of thought, because Superman started to talk. "Hey uh, why are we interrogating this kid?" He kind of reminded Peter of Cap. "Because, we don't know where we are." He started. "The last thing any of us remember is getting shoved into Darkside's portal, and then ending up in this god forsaken place." Peter perked up at the word portal. "Did you just say you were brought here by portal?" He asked very intrigued. "Yes, why?" Bruce said. "I know a guy who I think can get you guys out of here."

~~~~~Cut To Strange's House~~~~~

"No." Peter immediately froze. "What? Why?" "Because I'm not doing it. End of discussion." Strange sounded  a little like tony for a second. "But you helped me with my multiverse problem. Why can't you help them?" Peter was so confused why he wasn't wanting to do it. He's literally the person that's like 'if anyone is here that doesn't belong, we must put them back. The fate of the multiverse depends on it.' So peter didn't get why he wasn't gunna do it.

"Why won't you do it? You're all about setting things right, so the universe doesn't implode on itself." "Because I said no. Now can we drop this please?" "Why?" Peter was gunna keep pressing it till he gave him the answer he was looking for. "Because." "Why?" "Because." "Why?" "Because." "Why?" "Oh My God kid! You want the real answer?" Peter nodded. "Fine, if it'll shut you up." He started. "I don't want to indulge in this issue, because they are from the DC universe." Finally it all made sense to peter. "So you're telling me, that you don't want to help them... Because They're DC Characters!?" 

"Yes." Doctor strange wasn't ashamed to admit it. He didn't like them and everyone knew that. "You are so discriminatory." "Why do you hate them? Huh? Is it just cause you think they're stealing your brand?!" Peter would fight any avenger any day, over the fact that DC was awesome. "Yes, yes I do." And strange was one of them. But, not today.

~~~~~Back To The Superheroes~~~~

"Hey guys." Peter walked over all awkwardly. Not knowing how to tell them that they'll never see their families again. "So, umm. How do I put this...? Uh, he said no." He watched as all their faces paled. -even at night you could still tell- "What!?" Bruce said. "Ok, ok. Now don't panic, or do anything you'll regret!" Even though they were superheroes, peter was still scared of at least Batman. Who was also the one to make the first move.

He came charging over, and picked Peter up by the shirt. -usually he wouldn't do this to a kid, but to be fair he was also kind of in another universe- "where is he!?" He started. "I need to talk with this man!" Peter panicked as he was let back down. "I don't think that's a good idea." Peter started. "He kinda doesn't like you guys..." "What, why?" Green lantern finally spoke. "I dunno. Something about you guys being rip offs of him, since you're both superheroes, but he thinks he's better then all of you..." peter got nervous at that last part. Thinking Batman might take out his anger on him.

"He said what now!?" Aqua man said. "I think it's time we give him a piece of our mind." Green lantern said. "No No! No, no. That won't be necessary!" Peter was panicking. What if they tried to hurt strange. -I mean they wouldn't win, but he at least wanted to give them a fighting chance at not dying- "then what do we do now? We can't go home, but we can't stay here." Wonder Woman explained.

"Hey. I have an idea!" Green lantern said. He motioned for everyone to go over to him. They then huddled together and started whispering about something. When they broke apart, they all turned to peter with mischievous grins. Peter immediately felt a pit in his stomach. "Hey uh guys, what were you guys whispering about over there?" Panic started to fill peter as they got closer.

"Oh nothing, just chatting about how we could spend our time while we're stuck here." "And how you said we can't get back at that other guy for saying no." When they got even closer Peter saw the good intent in their eyes and calmed slightly (key word, 'slightly') "w'What are you guys g'gunna do..." "oh relax. We're not gunna hurt you." Robin said. At this point Peter had forgotten about him... "We at least just want to get back at one of you, for not letting us leave." Green lantern said. "So we decided on you." Wonder Woman said booping his nose to emphasize the last word.

They then all together, lifted him up and took him to a good spot in the alleyway. When they got there, they plopped him down on the concrete, and all huddled around him. He started breathily laughing, cause he was so scared. They hadn't really thought what they would do with him yet. They just kinda thought about messing with him, and that was the farthest it went. "Robin, any suggestions?" Batman said. "I don't know. Let's test the waters first." He then leaned down and examined his facial expression to try and tell what he was thinking.

What they didn't know, was that peter was thinking they were gunna tickle him, when they all first surrendered him. Now that was all he could think about, and if any of them moved closer to him, he would flinch. When robin was staring at him, he noticed peter staring at his hands. He looked down and noticed his hands were hanging by the kids side. When he moved them, he would jerk away. He realized what was going on, so he got up and whispered it to the others.

"Oh, I see." Batman then made his way over to peter, and poked his side. That earned him a flinch, and something akin to a giggle in return. Bruce smiled. He would do this with robin all the time, so he knew exactly what to do and where to go. He poked peters side again, and again, and again. Until the kid was full on giggling. "You were right robin. He is ticklish." Peter's face heated up at that. "I want to get in on this." Green lantern came over and started spidering up his other side.

Then Wonder Woman came over and took care of his neck. At this point Peter was ecstatic and giggling up a storm. Which got a bunch of awws from Wonder Woman and green lantern. Then Aqua man got in there and scribbled his under arms. Robin came in last and started with his knees. With Batman and green lantern at his sides, Wonder Woman at his neck, robin at his knees and Aqua man at his arms. Superman went for his feet, after watching this all unfold for a little bit.

When peter felt someone take off his shoes he screamed. "WAHAAHAAHAHTT NOHOHOHH!! HEHEHAHAHAHEHA!!" He was in stitches at this point. They went at it for a while, until peters laughter went silent. Then they stopped. "Wow, I should come here more often, if I get to see you every time." Wonder Woman said, emphasizing the last words with a flutter to the neck and ear. Peter scrunched his neck, and let out the last of his giggles, before he curled into himself on the ground.

A few hours went by, and he finally was able to convince strange to let them go. "Bye guys! I hope to see you soon!" Peter waved goodbye. "I don't." Stephen said under his breath. With that strange closed the portal, ultimately keeping them in their universe forever. (At least that's what Stephen hoped) either way, it's safe to say that this has been the most interesting day Peter has ever had. He hoped it would happen again soon.

(A/N) I hope you like it. I don't know how I feel about it tho. Either way I tried my best. I'll try to write again soon. Bye! ✌️😁

[bambimeadows]

💕hint at Spoilers 💕

Big rant now. In regards to the ending, do you know what honestly annoys me more than *that big shocking thing* happening? Because honestly I hate it, hate how they did it, but I kind of get why they’ve done it and suspect how this series is ultimately going to end.

What annoys me more is how easily they let Makarov escape. In this essay I will- 😅

And this is a common theme in the vast range of lazy writing cards they use for campaigns, but this took the piss.

Because he ran away and after like not even 5 seconds Gaz was like, “they’ve gone.” Sorry? He’s gone? What do you mean beloved? How far do you think he could have gotten in 5 seconds? Not even a lazy ass police officer would act like that, they’d still make some effort to pursue him after he runs off. Why were they so sure he was long gone? (He factually couldn’t have been) Why were they so sure chasing him would have been useless? Because logistically, technically, objectively, even mathematically in a space and time sort of way, it wouldn’t have been useless, at all.

And What, it was determined he was gone just because a train whizzed past? The train whizzing past doesn’t mean Makarov teleported to a completely new location, wait for the train to pass (it takes all of 3 seconds) and then go after him? Run!

Realistically (since we know they love realism now haha) Ghost at least should have still ran after him while Price and Gaz were dealing with the bomb, and canonically if they’re not employing lazy writing devices, Ghost would have. Like let’s get down to it, Ghost’s character. He loved Johnny like his own brother no doubt about it, but with who he is and the way he is, that would spur him on to chase Makarov down like a rabid dog does a bunny, not just instantly accepting he’s escaped AGAIN. He’d know launching into action is more effective and beneficial to Johnny’s memory than just kneeling in sorrow, very helplessly. Paying respects can be done after he’s avenged. Makarov would have still been in the general vicinity while he just kneeled there looking over the body, and isn’t Ghost suppose to be like peak physical capability? If he sprinted he’d be able to surely at least see them and keep following them, if not probably catch up to them and start shooting. And even after Gaz and Price finished disarming the bomb they could have chased after him too. I’ve been racking my brain like, Unless that door leads directly outside and there was a car parked literally right outside the door, but how do they know that? Was it maybe that only Makarov could open that door? Nothing to indicate so and again, how would they know? And surely there’s a car parked outside too to chase him in if believing that he jumped in a car is their reason for determining him long gone after 10 seconds? I know damn well there’s no helicopter waiting for exfil in the streets of london. Look, even if they *tried* to chase after him and couldn’t find/catch him in the end, that would have still at least made some sense and not have been so lazy and dumb.

Idk, maybe I’m spiralling about it but just lazy, nonsensical, vapid shit like that is what really makes me lose faith in their ability to do anything other than peddle warzone. Laziness and illogical writing just so they can justify another campaign consisting of nothing else other than chasing Makarov around the world in 5 hours. It’s just so irritating. The boys are so so good at everything, made out to be the most strongest smartest best boys in the world , but when it comes to Infinity Ward’s special favourite antagonist they suddenly become amateurs, when he’s right there in front of them it suddenly becomes like they’re not that fussed about catching him at all, but that’s all forced so he can live to see another game. It’s such a disservice to their characters. Also Even the fact that he’s been thrown in a gulag previously as well, im sorry but don’t they just execute terrorists left right and centre, why not him? It’s never really explained why they simply must keep him alive? Irl, if they can come face to face with the most dangerous terrorist in the world multiple times and continue to let him slip through their fingers they should all be fired. You know what I mean? In actual fact TF141 has been written to be pretty incompetent, but that’s definitely not the message Infinity ward is trying to put out, instead we’re suppose to act like it makes sense and it’s believable. This wasn’t an ending, it’s hardly even a cliff hanger because we more or less know what to expect. And don’t even get me started with the after credit scene that I missed and only got alerted to on tumblr, again, why? Where does so much lack of effort come from with these people? Is general shepherd’s character not worth more than some shitty slap dash after credits scene? Are you actually joking me? And can I just say as well… I’m not the most educated on all this stuff, but a British SAS soldier or CIA operative, apparently! idk, shooting a very important American war general while he’s just sat in his office? Is that really… is that really something that seems plausible? you know what I mean? Even when they were threatening to shoot him in that whatever the fuck snow mission while he was just stood there not posing any threat, I just thought, mmm can you do that though? Should you do that? That seems like an awful fucking idea? I know you commit war crimes when forced to sometimes but you’re not war criminals…? I hate to go off on a tangent here but may I take you back to MW2 (reboot) where they had to release Hassan because they was scared of fall out with Iran, but they suddenly think that them, British military, shooting an American war general is the right thing to do… right. And I don’t mean I respect the title, I’m saying that this would probably realistically (because remember they love realism when it suits them) be something that would stop THEM just murdering him? It was entirely necessary and needed to take down the last shepherd, he was an outright and literal murdering psychopath and we had no choice to kill him in the end anyway because he was actively trying to kill us, but this one? It just didn’t make sense. They should have at least had him take out a gun and try to shoot price first, that way it would have made sense. It’s just so confusing. Price is suppose to be this smart well verse man, but they made him do something so stupid, reckless and unnecessary? Besides, So much more could have been done with this Shepherd and his storyline, especially following that weird court scene with him and Graves, could have given us something actually potentially interesting and unique, I know that’s an alien concept to infinity ward, but they could try it! So yeah In all I don’t get that decision either. Just so they could quickly get rid of him so they don’t have to write him in the new campaign and they can focus all their attention on their special weshial precious Makarov. And the new Makarov sucks ass too! Wtf have they turned him into- let me stop because I could go all night.

It’s all just so lazy, there are soooo many other dumb stupid moments and choices in this campaign but idk I’m done😔✋ Unless they tell me Alejandro is in MW4 I will not be buying. Now I wait for the multiplayer to release and disappoint so I can be shown that I wasted more money than I thought.

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"winning awards and being in films critics like, dont pay the bills" lmao this doesnt apply to tom at his stage of his career, tom is successful, like he has enough wealth to retire if he wanted to man traveling around the world with zendaya like actors dont have that luxury, paying the bills is literally not even an issue for him lmao, hes not a struggling actor, whether he chooses to stay with spiderman or walk away he'll be fine either way. Like why we phrasing it like its all or nothing that he'll be on the street if he says no to spiderman. Like tom literally is at the stage of career where he can actually choose his roles.

like at the end of day whatever he chooses is good and I'll support him no matter what whether he walks away or not.

Like when it comes to tom stop with the it dont pay the bills argument b/c that isnt a reality for tom hes wealthy hes part of the 1% in the industry.

THIS is so true Anon... I already said a while back that Tom literally doesn't have to work another day in his life at this point. He literally could live on and invest in the money he's received for the Spiderman and Avenger films and be just fine for practically the rest of his life lol. Plus, who said that winning awards and being in critically-acclaimed films doesn't pay the bills? 🥴 Ummm...you DO know that when actors win awards they get to negotiate a higher salary right?? Like, those awards are great recognition, but it's not JUST the recognition that's great....the BUMP in salary is great too! 😅🤣 Cuz now, you're "[Insert Award Name Here] Winning Actor/Actress", so your stock AUTOMATICALLY goes up!

Even just being nominated for an Oscar automatically makes your stock go up lol. If you play your cards right, you can really navigate a great career.

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What you said about Yulia makes so much sense!! "She'd act like the perfect Victorian era husband" I love it. Tbh at times I think I'm missing something essential about her by only knowing her P2 self because I've never gotten especially butch vibes from her; yeah maybe in comparison to many of the other women in town, but not as much as the fandom seemed to regard her as. I know that some people were dissatisfied with the redesign for that reason, so I know P1 will be another story. And you're right of course, it's important to consider what was "normal" for the time period too.

About the toxic relationship, my first reaction was Noooooo not the dishes 😱😱 But I think you're right about that too, unfortunately, haha.

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I think I'm something of a P1 Haruspex Day 1 expert by now ;) Noo I'm joking, I bet there's a lot I'm still missing, but I've begun Day 1 three times now and maybe the third time's the charm. I just didn't use my time wisely the first time, and on the second I didn't do the Isidor's house side quest. At least Victor and Yulia's voice acting seems unobjectionable.

The wonkiness is starting to grow on me and the walking speed isn't as bad as I expected. It's more like a power walk sort of. I was just reminded of the old Pokemon games before the running shoes existed :o

As time goes on I wonder if I'll ultimately view P1 and P2 as two separate games or if I'll start blending them together, choosing what I like best from each one. 🤔

"Alexander Cuckburov for being a gaint tree branch wedged into my urethra" LOL that is. VIVID

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Having a perfect vision of the end result and the struggle to get there and knowing it might be altogether impossible to produce what you've dreamed up in your head... I feel you big time on that :( I would hate for my request to be a source of stress for you, so if you want to post the snippets you have and do a bg3-style list for the remaining characters, I won't mind. Or I don't mind waiting longer if you want to pause on that request and pick it up again later. I'm sorry if I sound patronizing 😅 I don't mean to, I just want to say that I'm okay with whatever you're comfortable doing. You've given me so much already, and I'm grateful for all of your replies ♡

Here's a goofy little affirmation of the day: 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉

🐿️ anon

I get it, I totally didn't get her being described as butch at all while playing P2. You'll meet her in the bachelor P1 route, and it will click eventually. She dresses and behaves more similarly to Daniil than to other women, and it's that era's equivalent to butch.

I like her P2 design, I just wish they kept her pixie cut instead of giving her a bun.

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Pfjwojfjs me and you are the world leading experts on restarting the Haruspex day one. It's really The loaded everything bagel out of all the other routes, oh and don't worry!

The days somehow get even shorter + more loaded the more you progress. No rest for the wicked... or Menkhus it seems.

At one point I was literally restarting a whole day because I was a few minutes off from midnight in some bullshit quests, you'll absolutely hate Oyun this time around. No more mister pathetic soggy old cat, he is a cunt through and through and will make you almost tear your hair out from the debilitating quests he has.

But I'm happy you're enjoying it!! It's so beautiful and very fun. About the trashcans, there are actually more than P2, but they aren't conventional places alongside the streets this time around.

They're scattered through the town. Sometimes, they're grey trashcans that blend in with the gravel streets. Sometimes, they're large bins that blend in with the throw up colored streets.

A lot of times, they're wedged in between buildings or thrown into corners. You have to go out of your way to check the bins.

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Thank you for your sweet words <3 It feels nice knowing someone relates to the experience too. It's never a source of stress I promise, I experience this with my original work too.