#i didn’t say that bc i’m a fucking coward

[moonmoonthecrabking]

constance blackwood comes out to spite a bitch

[cheekblush]

lmaoooo found out today that my 2 “colleagues” (that’s honestly a too nice of a word for them) complained about me to our boss that apparently i don’t work hard enough and often just sit around doing nothing :)

[ananxiousgenz]

pssst. pssssssst. hey guys. look at what i got y'all (IT'S MORE JARTHUR COWBOY AU)

this one comes with several pieces of info you need to know first:

@percymawce-arts and I are writing this fic together!!! we have entered into writers matrimony for this fic and we are super excited about it!! I wrote the bare bones of the scene you're about to read and he added almost all of the flavor and spice (while i was laying on my bed in the family guy dead pose bc of how good he made it). make sure to go show percy some love for this too!!

this scene takes place after one where john and arthur chase after larson, but arthur refuses to shoot him, and john is more than a little pissed off about it.

and some trigger warnings: this scene contains some fighting (both verbal and physical), child abuse, religious trauma, homophobia, and some suggestive themes

and finally, i will tag @ellamenop and @izel-reblogs bc i have a feeling you will both enjoy this :)

“What,” John snarled, slamming the cabin door shut behind him, “the fuck. What was that?!”

“None of your business,” Arthur replied, ever so prim and fucking proper. He kept his back to John, maybe to hide his face, so John couldn’t read him. Maybe because he was too much of a coward to meet John’s eyes after that stunt. John didn’t care what the reason was. It was only pissing him off more.

“No. Fuck that. It's all my business.”

“I didn't fire a gun. How is that making you upset?”

“You had him right in front of you,” John rumbled, his voice as low and dangerous as thunder on the horizon. Arthur shivered. “And you let him go. You had the opportunity to kill him. To end this, all of this. And you let it slip through your fucking fingers.”

“Maybe I didn't want to kill him.”

“What the fuck does that matter? He's too goddamn dangerous to be left alive!”

“It's not that simple, John-”

“The hell it is! I’m sorry you feel conflicted or whatever it is that’s going on in that head of yours, but this isn’t about you! All you had to do was fire the fucking gun. He was right in front of you, and you didn't shoot!”

“No, I didn't!”

“Why?!”

“You want to know why?” Arthur shouted, whipping around to face John, at last. “Because I can't kill another person! Even someone as awful as Larson! I’m not like you! This isn’t easy for me, alright?!”

As soon as the words had left his mouth, Arthur’s face fell. John could see the regret wash over his face like a cloud over the burning sun, but it only lasted a moment before he was collecting himself. Putting on that same mask of polite-until-you-fuck-with-me he always wore around suspects and targets. John had never had that face turned on him before. He hated it.

“So that’s what this is about,” John murmured, his tone dark. “You think it’s easy… You think I’m a monster, and you’d rather let Larson go free than be like me.”

“No, John, that’s not-”

 “Who do you think made me that way?” John snapped. Arthur’s mouth closed so fast John heard his teeth click. “It was him, Arthur. It was Larson. And thanks to you, he’s going to go and do it to another lonely, scared Native kid with nowhere else to go!” John chuckled humorlessly. “Christ, Arthur, If that’s what you thought of me, why didn’t you just say it at the start?”

Arthur threw up his hands in frustration. “That’s not what I think of you, John. Jesus, am I not allowed to have a minor moral crisis over shooting a man?!”

“He’s not just a man! He’s a gangster! A robber! A killer! You told me so yourself!”

“So are you, John.”

“Yeah, and you shot me for it,” John reminded him. 

Arthur growled and slammed his fist down on the mantle of the fireplace beside them, hard enough that John could feel the vibration travel through the floor. “Jesus fucking Christ, John, I wanted to let the law deal with him! Is that so hard to understand?!”

John took a step in Arthur’s direction. “Oh yeah? The same law that ripped me away from my family and home? The same law that turned me into a monster? Too little and too much for everyone all at the same time? The same law that drove human beings off of their lands and into reservations? That killed thousands of people like me?”

“The criminal law would have placed Larson in jail. Like he deserved.”

John scoffed and crossed his arms. “You think the law cares that he deserves it, Arthur? The law is punishment for those who don’t deserve it and ignorance for those who do. There’s no justice in it.”

“What, so that means it’s your job to deal it out?”

“Yes!” John yelled. “If it means he can’t hurt anyone any longer, then yes. And vigilante justice works a hell of a lot faster than the court system will ever manage!”

“I thought you were trying to be a better man, John.”

“I was trying to be like you,” John said venomously. “My mistake.”

That was the final straw. Arthur took a step forward without warning and swung his fist as hard as he could. It made contact with John’s ribs (he could feel them shift beneath Arthur’s fist), and John made a soft oof sound as the wind was knocked out of his lungs and he was knocked into the fireplace mantle, the corner of it digging into his shoulder. 

The fight that followed was chaotic and messy in a way John had never experienced before, and when he tried to think back to it, it would only be preserved in blurry snapshots, like someone moving in the middle of a photograph. Arthur grabbed John’s braid and pulled. John clawed a deep gouge into his arm. He drew blood. Arthur twisted John’s arm. John cracked Arthur’s rib. Arthur knocked John’s legs out from under him, causing them both to go sprawling onto the floor. Arthur punched. John slapped. Arthur bit. John pinned. And then paused. And then…

In the midst of the fighting, John had ended up on top of Arthur, straddling his waist while pinning both wrists with one hand and grabbing a fistfull of Arthur’s shirt with the other. Both of them had frozen, the only movement the rapid rise and fall of their chests. Their noses were nearly touching, and John could feel Arthur’s breath fanning across his lips, staring into those dark, dark eyes. They weren’t so dark, John realized as he looked into them. They were brown, lovely and warm, with scattered flecks of gold and green nestled deep inside. Hidden gems, wide and wild with adrenaline, flicking back and forth across John’s face without any point of focus.

John’s eyes flicked over the rest of Arthur’s face. Freckles smattered across his nose and cheekbones. Loose strands of auburn hair falling messily across his forehead. The crooked corners of his nose from being broken one too many times. Smile lines beside his tired eyes. Lips like flower petals, soft and pale. Slightly parted and inhaling, exhaling. At some point, John realized he had let go of Arthur’s shirt and was cradling Arthur’s face oh-so gently as he examined it, dragging his thumb lightly over his cheekbone, caressing it. Down the bridge of his nose to his lips, his perfect lips. Arthur remained as still as stone, barely even breathing as he stared blindly back at John.

Somewhere behind the haze of the moment, John wondered subconsciously what would happen if he kissed Arthur. Because, the truth, he realized, was that deep down, in the pit of his stomach, he wanted. He wanted Arthur, in a way he had never wanted anyone else before. He wanted to be close to him, close like this. Closer than this. To be around him always, to hold him, to kiss him. 

What would happen if he took what he wanted instead of what he was told, for once?

He hesitated when he heard Arthur’s breath hitch.But then, when no resistance came, he leaned his head down ever so slightly (there was barely any bridge to gap, by that point), and then he was kissing Arthur. And it was like the world had been set ablaze.

As he pressed his lips against Arthur’s, every nerve in John’s body was alive. It felt like a jolt from a live wire, like a burst of fireworks that would light up the sky on the Fourth of July, like the sparking tang of gunpowder before the shot rang out. It felt like energy, pure and bright and hot and lighting him up from the inside. He felt Arthur’s body respond in kind, arching up to create a line of contact that started at their hands and continued all the way down to their tangled legs, making John shiver. He tasted like whiskey, sweet and sharp beneath the campfire smoke and aftershave, and John marveled at how such a strange and sinful combination could taste like it had just come down from heaven.

He kissed harder, chasing the taste. He nipped at Arthur’s lip hard enough to draw blood, adding a coppery tang to the kiss and eliciting a small moan from the back of Arthur’s throat. It only made John want more. He kissed him again, and again, and again, Arthur’s lips and tongue moving against his with a practiced skill that made John dizzy. He kissed him until his lips were swollen and his head was swimming with nothing but Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. He only pulled away when his chest was burning and there was no choice but to come up for air.

Arthur’s face was flushed, his eyes wide and twinkling. “Oh God.” His voice was hoarse. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, John.”

And an unbidden memory surfaced in John’s mind. 

He was back in boarding school, sitting for a mandatory midnight mass in the chapel, his posture ramrod straight. The priests had always been so particular about those masses. There was to be no slouching or fidgeting, and God alone could help you if you dozed off. John had been kneeing in one of the pews, focusing all of his attention on keeping his posture perfect and his eyes open and remaining somewhat alert. 

In the midst of silent prayer, one of the priests, a Father McKenna, had thrown open the doors to the chapel, and dragged another boy up before the altar by his ear. 

The boy had tears streaming down his disheveled face and his nose was red from crying, but the thing that struck John the most about him were his eyes. He just looked so… tired. Not the kind of tired that John was fighting, the kind where a seductive sleep was lingering at the corners of his vision, waiting for him to blink or close his eyes in “prayer” for a second too long. This boy looked like the kind of tired that shot through his bones and grew like rot and rust with every passing day, the kind that only shuffling off this mortal coil a bit too soon could cure.

Father McKenna said the boy had been caught ‘with’ another, with a fury in his eyes that made John wonder in the back of his mind if he had been possessed by the devil. He’d been too young to know what it meant to be ‘with’ another boy at the time, but he knew it must be evil. Father McKenna threw him down in front of the altar, and the boy- John vaguely recognized him to be a child named Alexander- just knelt with his head bowed, like he had accepted his fate before Fate came to dole it out.

Father McKenna was not pleased by this. He smacked the back of Alexander’s head. Hard. He didn’t respond. He picked up a hymnal and smacked him harder still. And still, nothing. 

The priest was trembling with barely concealed fury now, and there was a steady pit of dread opening up in John’s stomach as he began to eye the doors, the windows. Any potential escape from the devil and the punishment that awaited him.

But there was no escape, there never was. So John sat, quietly, and watched as Father McKenna began to beat Alexander.

It was horrible, but somehow John couldn’t tear his eyes away, not even as Alexander’s screams tore through his ears and began to echo off the vaulted ceilings, pleas to stop and promises to never do it again ringing in John’s mind. Not even as the boy’s blood began to stain Father McKenna’s hands and drip onto the marble stairs, as vivid and crimson as sacramental wine. Not even as two of the altar boys had to drag Alexander’s barely conscious, barely breathing body down the aisle and out to the hospital wing.

John was trembling by the end of it. He felt like he was going to throw up. He dreamed of that moment for weeks afterward, never able to sleep without witnessing another religious sacrifice, another crucifixion, another martyr behind his eyelids.

Suddenly back in the present– but not really, never fully out of the past– John scrambled back off of Arthur and pressed his back against a wall, wide-eyed and sweating in sudden, sickening fear. In another life he might have missed the feeling of Arthur beneath him, his waist between his thighs, his lips against his. But nothing could permeate that fear. Nothing would ever be bigger than the fear.

“Wha– John?” Arthur asked. There was fear in his eyes too, but it was different. It wasn’t fear of hell or Father McKenna or whatever had become of Alexander. It was fear for John. It was concern. John closed his eyes against it. “John, what’s wrong? What–,” “Shut up.”

“What?”

“Just, be quiet!” John snapped. “Please, please, just–,” his voice broke. He squeezed the bridge of his nose between his fingers, trying to stave off an oncoming headache. 

“Okay…” Arthur said, quietly. Gently, so cruelly gentle. John could feel the beginnings of tears burning behind his eyes. He squeezed them shut tighter. “Okay.”

“This…” John started. He didn’t want to say it. He knew there would be no coming back from it. No more fireworks, no more whiskey on flower petal lips. Never again would he be so close to Arthur Lester if he said it. But that was the point wasn’t it? Make distance.

Take what he was told, never what he wanted.

“This was a mistake,” John said, firmly. A lie, of course. Inside, his very soul was shaking. The strings of his heart were trembling in a tragic vibrato, a song with no recipient. But he’d always been good at lying. He stood, tossing his braid over his shoulder and brushing the dust of his shirt (his wrinkled shirt, stained with a speck of Arthur’s blood). “It never happened.” He didn’t look at Arthur, because he was a coward. He was everything Arthur thought he was, so he didn’t look him in the eye when he said:

“If you ever so much as mention this, to anyone, I won’t hesitate, Arthur.”

He opened the door to the cabin, ready to step outside, leaving everything he’d never known he’d wanted behind. 

“I’m not you.”

[olympiansowl]

SPOILERS:

- I’m gonna die

- Valandil DIED (murdered)

- Elendil and Miriel are truly the hottest couple out there like he just wanted a command from his queen and he had one that didn’t really suit the “I’m gonna make that throne go back to you” idea that he had and he just goes sad like a baby.

- Elendil dreams of punching the shit out of Pharazon I just know it

- Kemen is truly Pharazon’s son…murdered a man that didn’t have how to protect himself and was going to punch Elendil when he was with two guards seizing him. Got to be the two biggest cowards of this show.

- The way Elendil was going to touch her, and then she backed off and then she touched him AGAIN and he took her hand 😭🕊️🤏🏼

- Earien must be the most dumb person out there like I’m surprised as fuck bc I’ve heard some say she’s smart…

- Elendil needs to work on his dreams or palantir’s interpretation.

- I think Miriel want what’s best for Numenor, but she won’t be able to see the signs the Gods will send so…like, I am sure the palantir will show worse things to her, but she doesn’t have it now. And if she saw the eagle, she would also know it was looking at her. And if she saw the damn city, she’d also know…

- My poor girl truly thinks that this has to happen for Numenor and the only way I see Pharazon’s arc being beneficial to the city is to give a wake up call on everyone who supports him.

- Anyway, Elendil and Miriel are truly my parents

- I got a spoiler saying that some shit would go down in Numenor at the end of the series and I’m confused if the person mistook it for Eregion or if it is the big ass wave we saw on the season’s trailer.

[lovebeinaprincessworld]

The enemy’s love (Miles Quaritch x reader)

Masterlist

Part 1

Description: After your father found you and Quaritch in a compromising position, you were left to figure this mess out.

Warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, talk about cum, breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, also there’s no spider in my stories bc he sucks

5392 words

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes that you and Miles sat there in eachothers embrace, just enjoying the sensation of him still inside of you, so close that you couldn’t really form a productive thought, before you got interrupted by a voice that made the blood in your veins freeze. „I swear to God, I’ll give you thirty seconds to get dressed and get out of there, before I go in and kill that bastard“, your dads voice was eerily calm, you knew he was beyond angry.

That little snitch Tahset must’ve folded when he was discovered away from the cells. When the meaning of the words that your father spoke registered in your brain, you flinched, trying to scramble out of your mates arms. Miles was rigid underneath you, and when you tried to move he growled lowly, the thought of you leaving him for an uncertain amount of time made some instincts flare up. „Miles, you need to let me go“, you whispered urgently, really not wanting your father to see you on this compromising position.

„Fifteen seconds“, the Olo’eyktan barked from outside, you could hear his breathing got heavier. With all your might you pushed yourself up, Miles finally loosening his arms and you winced slightly when his dick slipped out of you, his cum starting to leak down your thighs slowly. Before it could make a total mess, you slipped on your tweng and top, everything at least a little secured. „Put them on!“, you were panicking and threw his pants at him, stumbling around slightly because your muscles were sore from the exertion of the last hour.

Miles begrudgingly stood up and pulled on his cargo pants, and just as he closed the button your father reared open the cell door, pinning you mate against the wall before he could react. „You fucking touched my daughter Quaritch?!“, your father was the same height as Miles, both of them baring their teeth and hissing in anger and you felt so incredibly small. „Dad stop it!“, you pleaded with him, but you knew he was too far gone.

„And guess what Sully, she loved it“, you wanted to slap him yourself now, saying something like that to your father with that stupid grin on his face. It seemed like all your father saw was red and before you could do anything, he had already landed two punches in your mates face. You gasped horrified, Miles was still laughing and pushed your father off, making him stagger, but to your surprise he didn’t punch him back.

He spit some blood onto the ground, your father punching him in the gut, and Miles pulled your dads feet out from underneath him. The Olo’eyktan landed with a thud, growling at the Colonel and hissing: „Come on you coward, fight back!“ And your lover had nothing better to do than provoke him again. „I wouldn’t want to hurt my father in law“, some blood dripped from his nose down onto his lips and you finally took your chance to jump in between the pair.

You could see the gears in your dads head turning, before his eyes widened. „You mated with him before Eywa (Y/N)?“, your fathers wrathful eyes were locked on you now, making you shrink slightly. Your mouth openend and closed without a sound leaving your throat and seemingly your lack of response was enough for him, he pushed you aside firmly and your mates jaw had to take another swing. „Stop it! Please, Dad I’m sorry okay? But this isn’t helping anything!“, you were practically begging him and he scoffed. He was about to lunge at your mate again, when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes and he grumbled and took a step back.

„Please, let’s just go for now and talk about it okay? Please ma sempul“, your clung onto his arm, trying to distract him and he slowly started to move. „Don’t think this is over Quaritch“, he bared his fangs at Miles again, but he just wiped his bloody face with his discarded shirt and sat back down where he sat before you came. Your father pointedly locked the door of the cell, your mate snickering inside, and that alone seemed to provoke your dad so much that he almost ripped it back open if it wasn’t for you hanging onto him.

Your father was quietly leading you away, and when you looked over your shoulder and caught Miles eyes for a last time, he tugged you along roughly. When you stepped into the forest you passed by a terrified looking Tahset, he couldn’t even meet your glare. „Stand guard, properly this time“, your father sneered at him without even glancing at him and then it was silent the whole rest of the way.

You knew better than to try and talk about it now, your father would probably never be able to be rational about this, much less right in that moment. The only thing swirling around in your mind was that your mate was probably still hurting and bleeding, but if you wanted to have any chance to resolve this you needed to stifle these caring instincts for now.

„Go to sleep“, your father pushed you into the direction of your families home, not moving there himself. „Sempu“, you were basically whimpering, you hated it when your dad was angry with you, „I’m sorry.“ Suddenly the tears were overflowing, the events of the last hours just too much for you and your father hard facade broke down at seeing his eldest daughter in tears. „Fuck“, he whispered and then he stepped closer again, taking you into his arms. (Daddy)

You immediately started sobbing, the comfort of your fathers arms making you feel protected and you just couldn’t bear this anymore. „I-I’m sorry it’s him, I’m sorry can’t fight it“, each of your heartwreching sobs pierced your fathers heart and he felt so guilty. Of course he hated the colonel, but he loved you so, so much more. „Don’t be sorry ma‘ite. You’re the most innocent one in all of this. I’m sorry I’m so angry, I swear I’m not angry with you“, your dad kissed your head, still holding you close while your sobs started to subside and you sniffled, a few stray tears still falling.

„I just am so frustrated because I cannot protect you from this“, he whispered and your hold on him tightened, „your mother, your grandmother, they grew up with this, the know they can’t do anything but accept Eywas will. And I know I have to accept it too, there’s not future otherwise. But everytime I think of this son of a bitch even looking at you, I wanna-”, you interrupted him there, pulling back slightly. „I know, I know this is going to be so hard, and I’m sorry it has to be this way Dad“, you looked so guilty Jake wanted to hug Quaritch and welcome him to the family for a second, just to see you happy.

„Its like your grandmother told me, It is Eywas will and this could be the thing that will bring us the deciding benefit in this war. Even if I don’t like him, I know that you being mated at least means he would never do anything to harm you“, he sighed, hating the fact that sooner or later he will have to accept this.

„I love you Dad“, you were yawning, the exhaustion hitting you like a brick. „I love you babygirl“, he kissed your head, guiding you into your families home.

———————

The next day, Jake had calmed down a little. He hated Quaritch and he hated that his daughter was mated to him, but he knew he couldn’t change it. He could use the Colonels knowledge to win this war, and if you taught him the way of your people, he would be a powerful addition as a warrior too. But before he could fight alongside them, there was a long way to go, trust needed to be earned. But at least he would’ve one more person who knows how to operate guns.

It was already starting to get dark when he decided to go to Quaritchs cell. (Y/N) had been fidgety all day and he knew it was because she wasn’t with her mate. Silently sighing he started to make his way to the cells, he couldn’t let his babygirl suffer like that. He needed to talk to the Colonel alone, figure out the way this was going to go, so that his daughter could be happy.

The village was quiet, dinner had already taken place and it was a calm evening. When he arrived at the cell, Tashet was gone and in his place was another warrior, slightly older than his son. „Leave us“, Jake ordered the guard, already in a bad mood at what he was about to do, but he had to remind himself he did it for you.

„What can I do for you Sully?“, Quaritch knew right away it was him, he knew sooner or later the Olo’eyktan would come to him. Jake didn’t say anything at first, taking the key and opening the door to the cell, just standing in the entrance and looking down at the still bloodied Colonel. The blood had dried, but he didn’t look too good. „How are we going to do this Quaritch“, the clanleader sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in defeat.

„I could tell you everything I know about how you can win this war and you let me be with her“, he was always so cocky, Jake had to control himself not to punch that stupid grin off his face. „No, its not how ‚we‘ as in the clan can win this war, it’s how ‚we‘ as in you are part of this clan now can win this war. You are mated to my daughter, and she will show you the way of our people, you will be one of us and you will fight alongside us when the time comes Quaritch. Are you willing to betray your own race? Just like you told me I did?“, Jake spat everything out that had been brooding on his mind since last night, and the Colonel was stunned for a second.

„I would do anything for her, I don’t give a shit about anyone else“, was the only thing Miles answered, and it was the truth. He didn’t give a shit about the humans, or anyone on earth. He cared only about (Y/N). Jake seemed satisfied with that answer. „Get up“, he signaled the other male and Quartich got up with a grunt. The Olo’eyktan really did a number on him last night.

„I do this for her Quaritch, only her. And if you hurt her in any way or betray the clan, I will kill you“, Jake threatened the man, eventhough he was pretty sure that the Coloenl wouldn’t betray his daughter, he seemed to be effected by the bond even more than she was. „Understood“, Quaritch seemed to take this seriously for once and that calmed the uneasiness of letting him out of his cell a little.

„Follow me“, Jake started walking, leading Quaritch through the forest and back into the camp, stopping near a tent that was near his family’s home, but slightly more private behind a few bushes and right next to the wall. It was empty until now, a spare tent if someone needed it, and now he would give it to the Colonel. He tried to not think about how his oldest child would probably move there too, it was the common thing to do, a mated pair should live together, especially vitra muntxa. She couldn’t be away from Quaritch too much, even she tried.

„This is going to be your tent, I will sent someone over with clothes and food, just stay here for now“, Jake told him and didn’t feel the need to mention that the someone he would be sending over would be his daughter. She was already restless all day, she would need to be close to her mate when Jake came back for sure. He left the Colonel there and made his way back to his family, hoping he had made the right decision.

You had tried all day to suppress the need to be with your mate, you hadn’t been sleeping very well, and the distance between him and you had only effected you more throughout your day. Your mother was looking at you with concern at dinner, but you couldn’t really muster up a convincing smile. You missed him, and he wasn’t even far away, you just didn’t want to go behind your fathers back again.

You were sitting behind your families tent on a rock, weaving a basket absentmindedly, when your father approached you with an uncertain look on his face. „Hey ma‘ite“, he smiled a little, kissing your temple and sitting next to you. You put the basket down and turned towards your father, you could sense he wanted to say something.

„Hey Dad“, you smiled encouragingly - at least you tried. Your father closed his eyes and took a deep breath before saying what he came to say. „I talked to Quaritch“, he started and the name alone made your heartrate faster, „and I decided that if he agreed to help us win this war and you teach him the way of our people, I would let him out of his cell.“

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. „What?“, you breathed, the prospect of being allowed to see him making you all giddy. „I don’t fully trust him, but I believe he wouldn’t do anything to harm you, so I decided to assign him the tent near ours, next to the wall, you know?“, your father gestured in the direction where you knew the formerly empty tent was.

„But…why? Why did you change your mind?“, you were basically whispering, scared that if you talked to loud this would turn out to be a dream or something. Your father smiled gently down at you. „I saw how much you were suffering today, I want you to be happy, and I think that maybe there is a chance to make this work - there has to be“, in that moment you were so incredibly grateful for your father, and you couldn’t help yourself, you threw yourself into his arms.

„Thank you sempu“, you were so glad, because honestly you couldn’t have kept away from your mate any longer, and you very much preferred the tent to the cell. „Now go, get some food and clothes for him on the way“, your father ushered you away, „oh, and maybe some healing supplies, I really did a number on him.“ You couldn’t even be annoyed by your fathers smirk at the thought of hurting Miles, you were just so elated.

You had gathered everything in record time, it was already dark outside and you could make your way to the slightly secluded tent in peace. It seemed like the whole clan knew already, because you had gotten a lot of curious and apprehensive stares today. You stopped infront of the entrance, taking a deep breath and calming your heart, you were so excited to see him again.

When you stepped in it was dark, except for the small lantern in the corner illuminating the room a little and your eyes immediately zoned in on your mate. He was laying on the large bed made out of plant fibers in the corner, sprawled out and breathing calmly. The sight alone took some pressure of your chest. You set down the tweng and the food on the small table nearby and slowly walked closer with the healing supplies you brought. Your dad was right, there was a lot of dried blood on him and he had a black eye, his lip slightly split open too.

You sat next to him on the bed gently, but it still moved a bit and he startled awake with a grunt. He sat up swiftly and his eyes locked on you right away. The way his eyes widened and he smiled gently when he realized who you were made your stomach flutter. „Hey“, you quietly said, a little shy now that your last encounter played in your head. „Come here princess“, he grinned that stupid hot grin and grabbed your waist, lifting you onto his lap as if you weighed nothing.

You blushed, your hands holding onto his strong shoulders. „I missed you“, he smirked, his thumbs drawing circles on your hips and you were beaming at him. „I missed you too“, you softly smiled and leaned in, placing your lips on his gently. He reciprocated passionately, but as he was about to slide his tongue into your mouth, he winced and you pulled away worriedly. You had to giggle a little when he chased your lips, but then you saw the cut on his lips and remembered the healing supplies.

He grumbled unhappily when you pulled back a little to reach for the pouch with the rag, water bottle and pastes but settled down again when you got comfortable in his lap. „I need to clean your cuts and wipe the blood away“, you explained and his big arms circled your waist, caging you in and making you hum contently. „Alright“, he leaned back against the one solid wall the tent had, where it was built against the stone wall.

His eyes watched your every move and you carefully wiped all the dried blood off, his muscles moving underneath his blue skin where you were touching him. You started at his chest, the blood from his nose had dripped down there, and made your way upwards towards his face. You were careful around the slightly bruised eye and the sore nose but he didn’t even wince, he was completely enthralled by you.

He didn’t even feel any pain, he could only concentrate on the girl on his lap caring for him. The domestic atmosphere making him feel like everything could actually work out and be alright. „Does it hurt?“, her soft voice reached his ears, the colonel scoffing a little offended. „No princess, I served in the army for decades I don’t care about superficial pain like this anymore“, he smirked at the way you blushed.

When you remembered that eventhough this body was in its mid twenties, but his spirit was way way older than you, you got flustered. Not because you were uncomfortable, but because being with an ‚older’ man kind of made you a little wet. You wiped of the rest of the blood and took out the paste, but you could see him inhale and his pupils blow. „What about the things I said got you wet already?“, he grinned his canine grin and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, distracting yourself by gently applying the paste to his bruise and his scratches. Now that the blood was off, it didn’t even look that bad.

When you had put the paste away again, your perspective suddenly changed and you were on your back, your mate caging you in from above. „Now, now, it’s not very nice to ignore my question“, he scolded you in a playful manner, but the position was already making you needy. „I don’t…it’s embarrassing“, you whimpered, and he barked out a laugh, grinning when he saw you rub your legs together.

„Come one, tell me and I’ll eat that sweet little pussy and breed you real good“, he whispered in your ear and they twitched in response, a pathetic noise leaving your throat and your tail wrapping around his biceps in comfort. „Y-you said…in the army…decades“, you were talking so quietly and were mumbling so bad that he didn’t catch all words, but he realized what it was. „You like the thought of an older man fucking you love?“, he chuckled at your embarrassed form underneath him and quickly tucked off your top to tease your nipples.

You gasped when he suddenly sucked at your nipple, the other being pinched by his hand and your were arching into him. „Good thing I’ve got the stamina of a young men again though, so I can pump you full of my cum all night“, he groaned at the thought of your pussy dripping with his cum and you all fucked out. „Miles, need you“, you were whining and rubbing your thighs together for some much needed friction.

„Mhm don’t worry princess, I will take care of my mate“, he hummed against your chest and you moaned at hearing him refer to you as his mate. He swiftly took your queue, connecting his to yours and making tsaheylu again. Both of you shuddered at the now familiar feeling, you had missed him so much. He ripped off your tweng and groaned at the intense smell. „Fuck you smell so good, can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy“, his lewd language made you even wetter and then he acted on his words and he licked a long stripe between your folds.

His large fivefingered hands gripped your thighs tightly and pulled them over his shoulders, his tongue teasingly flicking over your clit. „Please yawne I need more“, you whispered, desperately trying to move your core closer to his mouth, but his grip wasn’t budging. He chuckled and finally relented, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue repeatedly. You moaned at the sudden attack and when two of his fingers slipped into you to the knuckles and you were a goner.

Your back arched off the bed and your hands buried in his short hair, the grip you had on him making him groan against you. He loved pleasuring you so much, the thought of him being the reason you were falling apart made him so horny he started to grind against the bed, his dick painfully hard and ready to fill you up. But first he wanted you to cum on his tongue, the need to satisfy his mate was in the forefront of his mind.

When he started to curl his fingers inside of you with every thrust, hitting that one spongey spot inside of you, you couldn’t hold it back anymore. „M-miles I’m gonna cum“, you whined and then he gave your clit a particularly hard flick, making you fall over the edge and cum with a silent scream. You clenched around his thick blue fingers, drenching them in your cum.

But when you came down from your high, twitching form the overstimulation, he didn’t stop - just like last time. You writhed underneath him, trying to get away from his long tongue, but his grip was like steel. „Is too much“, you whined and he pulled away momentarily with a chuckle. „Mhm princess, I know you can take it, want you to come once more before I breed you. Need you all ready so my seed will take, don’t you want that?“, his breath hit your swollen cunt, his words making you clench around nothing.

„Yes, yes I want that“, your primal instincts were going wild with the thought of him knocking you up. „Then take it“, he grinned, his canines on display, before diving back into your pussy. He flattened his tongue, the big muscle stimulating your clit again, and the rough texture almost driving you to insanity. You couldn’t believe how fast he was riling you up again.

Suddenly he dragged his tongue lower, pushing it into your entrance as far as it would go and wiggling it against the spot inside you that made you see stars. You were so sensitive that you almost came from just his tongue inside of you, and when his rough fingers started circling your clit, the coil in your belly snapped so fast and so intense you had to hold a hand over your mouth to not shout the village down.

He could feel you clench hard around his fingers, your cum flooding his tongue and making him dizzy. He was almost mad that you wouldn’t let him hear the pretty sounds you made, but on the other hand he wouldn’t want Sully to run in here if he heard his precious daughter screaming. His tongue fucked you through your orgasm, and only when you were basically sobbing and wincing from the sensitivity did he pull back.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, kneeling between your spread thighs and appreciating the sight of his fucked out girl panting underneath him. He quickly shed his pants, he didn’t put anything else back on after last night. His tail wrapped around your thigh firmly, holding them open while he stroked his cock a little, a few drops of his precum falling and landing on your abused pussy. The sight of them mixing with your own slick made him growl, you were so ready for him.

You were so overstimulated, that when he mounted you and his cock slid between your folds, you whimpered and tried to scoot back, closing your thighs. But his tail held you in place, his hands pushing your thighs even more open with an unhappy cluck of his tongue. „No, no pretty girl, you will take this cock and you will love it won’t you?“, he scowled a little, and you whined. „You’re my good girl aren’t you?“, he rubbed his tip over your clit repeatedly, his precum making a mess. „Yes, yes I’m your good girl“, you gasped and he finally pushed his head into you.

How on earth were you still so tight, eventhough he had fucked you yesterday? He was losing his mind, his grip on reality slipping for a second and he buried himself as deep as you would take him. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion, and he snapped back into the moment, giving you a second before he started to move.

His bulging biceps were caging you in, your hands gripping them to ground yourself and you relaxed into his embrace when his lips softly found yours. „I love you“, he mumbled between kisses, the confession making you smile against his mouth. „I love you“, you mumbled, the human term of affection feeling familiar on your tongue.

You were pushed out of your gentle bubble when he delivered a particularly hard thrust and caught that one spot in the process, making you throw your head back in pleasure. „Don’t stop“, you panted, and he continued abusing your cunt with his harsh pace. „Never“, he smirked, hitching up your leg, the coil in your stomach tightening already.

You were a mess beneath him, whimpering and moaning on his cock, and it wasn’t even all the way inside, a few centimeters still outside. „Mhm sweetheart, I know you can take your mates cock all the way“, your eyes opened and looked at him shocked. „I-I don’t know, you’re so big“, you stuttered, you already felt like you were stuffed beyond your limit, not sure that you could take him all the way right now.

His hand wandered down between your legs, where he was still thrusting inside of you, and rubbed your clit. You thought he agreed that you wouldn’t be able to take it all, so you were concentrating on your fast approaching orgasm. But you were wrong. „Oh princess, that wasn’t a question“, he grinned, sweat dripping down his temple, and before you could comprehend what was happening, his fingers and cock had pushed you over the edge. The moment your orgasm hit, you could feel his tail tightening around your thigh, and he forced all of his dick inside of you with a hard, unforgiving thrust.

It hurt a little, but you were so deeply lost in your pleasure that the pain only amplified it and after he thrusted all the way inside a few times, it seemed to dull down and wasn’t noticeable anymore. Eywa, this was your third orgasm already and he didn’t seem to slow down, his heavy balls now slapping against your ass while he buried himself in your swollen and clenching cunt over and over again.

Tears were leaking out of your eyes and you were whimpering, your pussy was so used and sensitive, you couldn’t take it anymore. „M-miles please“, you were digging your nails into his biceps, the slight pain making him growl in pleasure, his thrust getting even harder, battering your cervix, „it’s too much.“

„Oh my love, I’m not done with you yet“, he moaned when you clenched around him, „know you can take it, you were made just for me.“ His words made you leak more slick around his cock and he grinned when he felt it. „How about I’ll make you cum one more time before I’ll pump you full? Sounds good?“, he groaned at your precious face looking up at him, while his cock still fucked you stupid.

„I-I can’t“, you could barely think straight anymore, and when he changed his angle slightly and his leaking head caught your spongey spot with every thrust, you couldn’t believe you were starting to feel your high build a fourth time. „You will though, trust me“, he growled, his voice sending shivers down your arched back.

He started nipping at your neck, his pace picking up and the lewd sounds that were reaching your ears with every thrust made you moan. You were so not going to walk tomorrow, but you didn’t care it felt too good. „Come on, cum for me one last time princess“, he moaned in your ear, both of them twitching at the sensation.

You were so overwhelmed, your body already so exhausted from your previous orgasms that you didn’t know if you could even cum another time, but the colonel proved you wrong, his hand finding its way to your clit once more, pinching it softly and rolling it between his fingers. You winced, the pleasure boderline painful, but it made you reach your high nonetheless.

You gripped him like a vice, your soft velvety walls pulling him in and your vision went white for a second with the force of your orgasm. „Fuck, you’re so tight sweetheart, gonna fill you up so good, I’ll make sure I’ll put a baby in you“, he thrusted into you one last time, his heavy balls resting against your ass, thightening and with a guttural growl he spilled into you, his head nestled thightly against your cervix, his seed flowing directly into your womb.

Your orgasm flared up a little again, the sheer amount of cum making a pathetic moan leave your mouth, your body completely caged in by the tall blue man on top of you. He breathed hard against your neck, his tail squeezing your thigh and his lips brushing your skin. „Such a good mate, taking all of my cum“, he purred satisfied.

The feeling of his mate pressed against him, all claimed and pleasured and happy made his heart beat faster, your connection making his feelings even more intense. The thought of you really getting pregnant, made him grin against your neck. He turned you both around, so you could lay on top of him comfortably, his cock not slipping out once. You nuzzled into his neck, humming happily and clenching slightly because of the movement.

He kissed your forehead softly, his arms holding you close and making sure you were safe. „Fuck sweetheart, I hope I got you pregnant“, he rumbled against your hair, his hands squeezing your waist. „Mhm me too“, you mumbled, already half asleep. „I’ll keep you on my cock all night, make sure nothing spills“, he grinned at that, this was heaven he was sure. He had to suppress a chuckle at the thought of making Sully a grandpa.

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Sooo I finally wrote the second part, don’t know if there’ll be a third, depends on what y’all would want, so let me know! Hope you liked this one <3

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[violeth-r04]

Okay this is a ‘little’ PSA and rant to all of Chris and abba’s fans (and yes I know how to actually spell her name, I just thought it was funny to make fun of it bc why not😈) so apparently some of you still think that fans like us, the people who call out bullshit when we see it are the reason as to why Chris is hiding. And I hate to break it to ya, none of us, and when I mean by none of us, I mean none of us had ANYTHING to do with why Chris doesn’t post much, we have nothing to do with why Chris doesn’t want to be around abba (bc let’s face it, I wouldn’t want to be around a racist Nazi and fat shaming person like her herself and that says something) and we are not responsible for the actions they post or do, they do that shit on their own. And I’m so tired of constantly getting blamed for something we most certainly didn’t do, and no none of us are mentally, physically or emotionally ill and we don’t need to go and touch some grass or get out more bc believe me I do that plenty enough with 2 jobs. And what’s even more crazy is the fact that none of you see the toxic shit that is going on between those two, I mean Chris shouldn’t be losing friends, fans, followers, or even family!! And yet alba is gaining (technically buying as I said in my last post) like how do you guys not see that?! And not to mention Chris shouldn’t be losing so much weight due to all of this, I’ve met someone who took their toxic relationship way more seriously than their own mental health! This is not okay! And if some of you think that this fake and toxic relationship is okay and fine, then you clearly have problems and have never been in a healthy relationship ever! This is sickening why don’t you guys get some help fucking ridiculous😒

(Side note: if alba was as sweet and innocent as she claims, maybe she shouldn’t hang out with racist people or retweet racist comments made by her friends. Heck maybe she should have apologized to the cultures she mocked instead of hid like a coward she is. And we all know that Justin gave out some weak ass apology saying ‘I’m sorry but that was like 10+ years ago’ um hello!! That still doesn’t matter, once a racist always a racist never forget that)

And if you agree that this relationship is fake and nothing but PR please comment: AGREED. Thanks and see ya ✌🏻

[crazy4myself]

No Harm List | Pt. 14

Word count: 5.5k ish

Warnings: explicit language, violence, sexual themes

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.

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A/N: Hiii lovelies I know it had been literal years since I’ve properly updated. To avoid confusion you may want to go back a few chapters to refresh; I recommend part 12. Also some of the next few chapters may look familiar bc I re-wrote them. But I think you will like this version much better :)

“Why did you avoid me after we kissed?” you asked again, your voice clear. You did not make yourself elaborate. You didn’t tell him how you’ve felt lost and helpless these weeks. And if you could take it back, you would. But if you were honest with yourself, no part of you really wanted to.

You just looked at him expectantly and watched him squirm in the silence. “Because.. I’m a coward,” he offered, looking down at his hands.

Your silence was loud in the air between you, pressuring him to keep talking, “I was scared because BTS has already put you in so much danger already. I mean, we're not even dating, and you were basically held hostage.”

“Don’t pin this on me.” you cut him off. You knew it was a valid point, but it wasn’t his only reason for not talking to you. “Whether or not I endanger myself to date you is a decision for us to make. Why did you avoid me?” you asked again.

“I was scared. I was scared it was an impulsive or pity kiss after being shot. I was scared you didn’t have feelings for me, so I avoided the rejection.”

You quirked a brow in disbelief. Oh, sure, he was scared of you rejecting him. “It’s true!” he insisted.

“And I don’t even know if I could date you,” he added, and you felt a part of your chest ache at the confession.

“I don’t know if I'm capable of dating with my lifestyle. It's not only a safety hazard, but I don't know if I’m capable of giving you any more of myself than I already have. I think about you all the time. And I love spending time with you. But our friendship, where we were before that kiss, it’s all I know how to give people.”

He turned to you, eyes searching your face for any signs of hurt or betrayal, but he couldn’t read your expression as you quietly whispered, “And what if I told you that’s enough?”

Jungkook parted his lips but was at a loss for words.

“I’ve never really dated,” you explained, “And I don't think I know how to. And school is so stressful, and the program is only going to get more complex. I’m not sure I have time to learn and figure out the ‘right’ way to do it.” You paused as you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you realized how contradictory you were sounding.

“I like you, Jungkook. I like what we have, and I liked kissing you. But before now, I didn’t think I could date you. Not because of the whole ‘gang’ thing. But because I think-” your voice cracked, “I think something in me broke when I lost Daewon. I never,” You paused to swallow.

“I will never let anyone in like that again because it hurt so bad when I lost her. And we weren’t even together romantically. So, imagine how bad it would hurt to lose a partner?” a hot tear rolled down your cheek, and Jungkook reached up to wipe it. You leaned into the comforting heat of his touch as his callused thumb rubbed soothingly on your cheek.

“What I’m trying to say is we both clearly have boundaries and walls. And we both suck at keeping the other out of some of them. So what if we loved eachother in whatever fucked up way we know how and at least reap the benefits of having shitty partners?” You offered with a hesitant smile.

“The benefits being?” Jungkook asked with a quirked brow.

Mischief glinted in your eyes as you smiled at him before lifting onto your knees and crawling towards him on the couch. Jungkook knew this conversation wasn’t over. He knew he should stop you and assure you that nothing about you was broken for being cautious about who you loved. He wanted to tell you that you were good and kind and would make an incredible partner in any capacity, and he was worried he wouldn’t deserve what you were willing to give. But his mind went blank as you inched so close that he could feel your breath against his face as you murmured, “I can think of a few.”

You moved confidently but still grazed your lips against his in the softest touch as if asking for permission.

Jungkook leaned forward, capturing you in the kiss and pulling you into his lap. It was just as hungry as last time, as if he had been waiting to taste you again. Jungkook felt his body come alight at the joy of feeling you pressed against him. His hands rubbed eagerly against your thighs before wandering up your sides, your arms, and your shoulders as he took all of you in.

The touch wasn’t as much for pleasure as it was a claiming. But still, you skin tingled in response. A trail of goosebumps rose in the wake of every brush of his callused hands.

Finally, you broke the kiss to catch your breath. Pressing your forehead against his, you both smiled like idiots as you took eachother in.

Jungkook leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time. As if the raw desperation passed, he would savor every second now that he had you. His hands were firmly on your waist, and his thumbs rubbed in a soothing motion, lower, and lower as they crept under the hem of your shirt.

You felt core core turning molten and couldn’t reflect back on the last time you had been with someone in this way.

Jungkook’s mouth was hot against your neck, trailing down from behind your ear lower and lower, looking for the spot that made-

You gasped and arched against him in pleasure, your chest pressing harder against his.

There it was, his mind thought in primal satisfaction, as he bit down right above your pulse point, making you writhe against him further. He had been replaying the sounds you made during your last kiss in his head an embarrassing number of nights he was alone. He wanted to map your body right now and learn every spot that made you sigh and moan for him. His hands had migrated further up your ribcage, your skin flushing hot beneath his touch as his thumbs swiped just below your bra.

He was about to reach around to unclasp it when a cough from the kitchen cut his ministrations short. You both turned in shock to see Yoongi placing an expresso pod in the coffee machine.

“J-Hope is in the garage you might wanna,” he waved his hand in the air in a vague gesture to separate. “Or don’t,” he said with a shrug, “I think his reaction would be funny.”

You were scrambling off Jungkook's lap and shoving a pillow between the two of you. Your lips were swollen and bruised from the kiss. You straightened your shirt, which was more rumpled from your earlier fight than anything, and placed a pillow between the two of you as if to protect your chastity with seconds to spare before the sound of Hoseok’s footsteps echoed from the garage. You locked eyes with him as soon as he made it in the entryway. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he entered the room.

“What happened?” He demanded.

Jungkook calmed his breathing, grabbing the pillow barrier to instead place on his lap as he reminded himself that the bakery was attacked. Hoseok had no clue that Jungkook was just kissing his best friend and that he was not in danger.

“Hobi!” you were up in an instant, ignoring his foul temper as you wrapped your arms around him.

He caught your embrace effortlessly, his eyes tracking you and then noting Jungkook and his new emotional support pillow as he squeezed you tightly before letting you step back.

“Are you okay?” you both ask in unison before cracking a smile.

“I’m fine I just had to lay low. What happened at the bakery tonight?” Hoseok pushed.

Your smile faltered for a moment. “There was an ambush, they didn’t touch me. I can’t say the same for them, but they’ll be fine.” you started.

Hoseok’s brow rose at your implication, “You took out four of the Black Tips best men?” he asked. He didn’t sound disbelieving, he sounded… impressed and maybe a little proud.

“Only two, and I wouldn’t call them the best. Why are you here if you’re in hiding?” you asked, ignoring the way his approval warmed you chest. “And why were you in hiding? And when did you dye your hair?” you pushed. Reaching up to touch the murky black locks. It was obviously box-dyed and barely covered the bright red it was days earlier.

Hoseok smiled tight-lipped before moving to the couch, “I’ll tell my story if you promise to tell yours when Jin and RM get back.” He offered.

You refrained from pointing out that the reason you were at the Den in the first place was to do exactly that. You were too eager to get some answers from Hoseok. Who quickly filled you in on the details of the fake assassination attempt that ended in a not-so-fake assassination charge. That led to Hoseok and Yoongi hiding out in some shitty safe house an hour outside the city, living off Raman noodles and re-dying their hair to more subtle colors.

By time Hoseok had finished, the other members of BTS began filing in. Hoseok told you they had only been called out of hiding so Yoongi could manage the video footage of the bakery and nearby security cameras for the police department and insurance claims. Jin wanted to edit out any evidence of a gang-related interrogation, or else their relationship was going to get a lot more complicated with the local authorities.

But apparently, there was no need. Yoongi was fuming when he returned from his office, informing the others that while the security cameras were able to stream live footage to their system, the memory had been wiped from BTS’s computers.

He still had to cover their tracks of abducting the Black Tips on any city cameras. But otherwise the gang was relying on you as the sole witness to the night's events.

Well, you and the four Black Tip members who attacked you. The men were currently stored away in a safe house under the greenhouse on the Den’s property. But with the excessive exposure to Jimin’s smoke, there was a chance their memories would be unreliable, if not nonexistent.

Jimin couldn’t even estimate a wake time for the men due to the level of gas they inhaled. It could be days before anyone could get answers out of them.

When Jin and Jimin finally returned from filing their reports to the authorities, everyone settled in the living room to hear your account. You recalled the night's events as detailed as possible, telling them how the man in the suit tried to buy your loyalty from BTS and describing him to the best of your ability.

To your relief, they all listened quietly while you spoke, and when you were done, it was V who helped you fill in any gaps you may have missed by prompting you with questions. His presence was steady and soothing, and you realized he was giving you a glimpse of the spider at work. The others didn’t dare interrupt him or ask their own questions, they trusted him to gather every drop of information.

What did the man in the suite look like?

Did he ask about BTS’s current movements?

What ‘sins against the city’ did he want to hold BTS responsible for?

What information did he want you to report back?

You didn’t have any answers to half of those questions, confessing you spent most of your time stalling and trying to get the man to reveal why he was bribing you of all people. You were convinced at the time that the alarm had alerted BTS of your situation and that they would arrive at any minute. The thought of the man getting away didn’t seem like a possibility.

And a small part of you, despite promising yourself you owed BTS nothing outside of your contract, couldn’t help but feel like this oversight was a failure on your part. Somehow, you let the gang down.

Jin clarified that the alarm had been disabled along with the cameras hours prior to the break-in. It was by luck and V’s intel that they managed to get to you when you did.

“And isn't that a big fucking problem?” Hoseok growled, unable to stay quiet any longer.

He stepped forward, glaring in Jin and Jimin’s direction, “Do you realize how irresponsible it was to schedule her on a closing shift alone.” He accused.

“Hobi, it’s fine I worked late all the time at my last job,” you started trying to diffuse the situation.

Everyone in the room refrained from pointing out how well that had gone for you.

“No, it’s not fine. This isn’t like your other job. What if they tried to get information from her at that moment, and she had nothing to give? What if V didn’t call in time? There are a thousand different ways this could have gone wrong. She is not a member of this gang,” Hoseok snapped.

You flinched slightly at his tone.

“She doesn’t have the tattoo. Debt and favors aside, she should not be this deep in BTS’s affairs. She should not be alone in our businesses. That bakery is a cover for Jimin’s lab and loitering drug money. Why the hell would you think it okay to leave her alone there?” He continued.

Jin’s face was like a stone as Hoseok lectured him, not wanting his own emotions to invalidate his brothers. “You're right.” Jin agreed, and you could see the full weight of tonight's events take a toll on him as his shoulders sagged and he turned to you with guilt in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry I put you in danger, Ella. We will never let it happen again.” Jin promised his voice was soft but earnest.

“It sure as hell won’t because she’s not working for you anymore.” Hoseok snapped.

“That's not your call to make,” you argued.

Hoseok turned to you, frustration evident on his face, “Do not fight me on this. You know tonight was too dangerous.”

“She was the dangerous part of tonight. She was fine.” Jungkook pushed, standing next to you.

“Stay out of this!” You and Hoseok snapped in unison.

Jungkook’s face puckered like he tasted something sour, but he sat back on the couch's arm.

“Tonight, you were lucky that man wanted you alive. He could change his mind at any point why can’t you see the danger in that.”

“I'm bound by contract to keep working off my debt,” you argued as you turned to RM for backup.

RM crossed his arms, taking in you and Hoseok as he contemplated his response.

“Blood debt runs deeper than civil law,” Hoseok said before his leader could voice his opinion. And a tense stillness fell across the room.

“Have you forgotten she’s on the No Harm List? That we are supposed to be willing to die for her.” he pushed. The whole gang's demeanor changed at the reminder Jimin downcast his gaze as his shame sank into his gut.

“I don’t want that,” you pushed, horrified, “Take me off the list I don’t - I did not ever want that.”

“Daewon, please, why won’t you let me protect you!”

The room fell quiet as his sister's name echoed through the room.

Your chest ached as understanding settled in, “Oh, Hobie,” you sighed.

“We’ll take a vote,” RM ordered, unable to stand another minute of this fighting. “We have damage control to take care of, and everyone is tired. We meet first thing, and we will decide as a team what we should do about Ella.”

Hoseok’s smile was mirthless at his boss’s half-ass attempt to placate him. “See you bright in early,” he said with a salute before turning for the garage.

You stared after your best friend, hesitant to follow him. “And do I get a say in that decision?” you asked RM softly.

RM sighed, “Your opinion will be considered when we vote. You will have full control over how we go about re-negotiating your contract if it comes to it.”

Assuming that was the best you could get, you sighed, eyes flicking over to Yoongi who flanked RM’s left, his arms crossed and his expression stoic.

“I guess I’ll go catch up with Hobi,” you offered hesitantly, not knowing what to do. Yoongi met your eyes but said nothing. Taking Yoongi’s silence as his answer, you squeezed Jungkook’s hand in a silent farewell before you followed Hoseok to the garage.

Hoseok kept his eyes forward as you approached his vehicle. He was sitting in his Porsche the engine purred a soft accompaniment to the rhythmic thump of his music.

“Can I catch a ride?” you asked, already settling into the passenger's seat and buckling before he could give an empty “Sure.” in response.

You didn’t ask where he was taking you as he sped out of the Den’s parking lot and into the streets of the seventh ward. His options were limited if he was still a wanted man, and you figured you would end up at your apartment by the end of the night.

“We need to pick up another box of hair dye. Whoever did yours did a shitty job,” you said, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

The unique thing about your friendship with Hoseok was you two were forced to mourn together when you were getting close. Meaning you both had a talent for ignoring the elephant in the room and settling into a normal life where you talked around the big issue.

It wasn’t always healthy to ignore your problems like that. But for you and Hoseok, it worked. After big changes like this, you both had a habit of turning off your feelings for a while and giving each other space and time to process instead of forcing each other to talk about an issue before you were ready.

It’s what you did with Daewon’s death. It’s what he did for you when you first found out about BTS.

So tonight, you could make space for him. The two of you could go through the rest of the night without talking about the bakery or BTS at all if he didn’t want to.

You glanced out the window, realizing what street he was turning on.

“We’re going to see Dae?” you asked, surprised as he pulled to the side of the road outside the city’s botanical garden. The gardens were closed, which was no surprise considering it was close to one in the morning. But that was never a problem in the past.

“We didn’t visit her on her anniversary this year,” Hoseok said simply.

You both visited separately, though you wouldn’t point it out. At the time of Dae’s anniversary, you were still giving him the silent treatment for lying to you about BTS. You had visited Daewon’s grave on your own and saw that it had already been cleaned, and her favorite flowers decorated the small plot, meaning Hoseok had already beat you there.

At the time, you had felt guilty for the relief you felt in your chest. Visiting her that day came with the fear that you and Hoseok would cross paths before you were ready to face him. And you think Dae would have been disappointed to see the two of you arguing on top of her grave.

Because of that, neither of you had gone through with your tradition of robbing the botanical gardens.

Your freshmen year of college was filled with many adventures since moving to Alcor was still a novel experience, but it also came with many nights of being homesick. While Gautier was technically a territory of Kros, the country Alcor resides in, the cultures were very different. And the climate was shockingly different in the cold and wet port city where the smell of sea salt was on the breeze, you missed the clean and fresh scent of blooming heathers and rosemary in the spring, and the taste of sweet figs right off the tree in the summer time.

One night, when you were suffering from a rather nasty bout of homesickness, Daewon took you to the botanical gardens and taught you how to break in at night. At the back of the property, a mighty magnolia tree bloomed outside the garden's fence. It was almost too easy to scale the tree’s sturdy branches and dismount on the other side of the garden. The fences were lined with countless bamboo trellises fortified with different vine plants, making for an easy escape anywhere inside the garden.

You remember how your heart fluttered the first night the two of you broke in. You had to make an effort to hold in your nervous giggle as you scaled the magnolia tree and landed on the mossy lawn of the prehistoric trail, which was lined with ZZ plants and ferns with curling fronds. Sneaking your way through the trail and across the lawn of irsis leads you past the desert exhibit and to a greenhouse that honored the terrain of the eastern colony you called home.

The air was warm but much dryer thanks to the special ventilation system, but despite the heavy humidity missing from the air, the small shrub like plants thrived in the rocky soil, filling the air with the fragrant and aromatic scent of rosemary, lavender, and heathers.

You remember how a knot built in the back of your throat as you ran your fingers over the woody rosemary bush, taking in the earthy pine-like scent. Dae sat with you and listened to you go on about your childhood home for hours.

The giant rosemary bushes that were planted around your house were a staple in your kitchen and bathroom growing up. Your mother was always placing sprigs in her hair products, using it as her own perfume.

You told her the story of how your dad always tried to recreate your mother's french toast recipe on your birthday, but he always forgot to sweeten it so it just tasted like egg bread.

You told her stories of how your father courted your stepmom and how you watched them fall in love again, and build a new family together. One you didn’t fit into as snuggly, not for lack of love in your home, but because you were so much older than your siblings and you had your own dreams and life you were ready to find in Alcor.

Dae held you when you cried, then jokingly played the national anthem to Gautier on her cell phone. You guys laughed and danced around the greenhouse as she struggled to keep up with the lyrics.

The memory brought warmth to your chest years later, just like all the other memories with Daewon. But beneath the warmth, a sharp ache still lingered. Daewon wasn’t perfect by any means; she had a temper like her brother, and she could brood like no other.

But she was good. Daewon was good and fun and she loved so fiercely and encouraged and celebrated her friends. She was the type of person to buy you an ice cream after you failed a test and a cake if you passed.

She was the first person to encourage and support you in your adult life, even in scandalous situations like bringing you a spare set of clothes to the frat house so your walk of shame was a bit less shameful the next morning.

“God I miss her,” you sighed as you approached the magnolia.

“Me too. Every day.” Hoseok agreed quietly as he watched you scale the branches.

He was a worry wort and always made you go first in case you slipped.

“Did Daeown ever know? About BTS?” you asked curiously as both climbed higher in the magnolia tree.

“She knew some of it, like selling the spare car parts, and she could obviously guess some more once I got the tattoo, but she didn’t know everything.” He offered as you reached the branch just past the tall fence that protected the gardens.

‘She didn’t know I shot people,’ she could almost hear Hoseok say.

You ducked low as you approached the branch that led into the garden. Grabbing onto the limb above you to balance yourself, you carefully made your way forward as the branch dipped under your weight.

“Careful,” Hoseok warned.

“Whatever,” you said, rolling your eyes as you let go of the limb stabling you, tightening your core as you jumped from the tree. It was less than a 5-foot drop, but you kept your knees bent as you landed, feeling the impact reverberate back into your legs. You hissed as the pins and needles feeling swarmed the balls of your feet.

“You gotta tuck and roll,” Hosek laughed as you wattled out of his way.

You watched as he lowered himself on the branch the muscles in his body tensed before he sprung forward, extending his legs with his knees still slightly bent.

You sometimes forget the athleticism Hoseok hones in his body. You take for granted how smooth and precise his movements are. It was something you still couldn't quite replicate when you trained with Jungkook. But as you admired your friend, you wondered if he was responsible for training Jungkook to master his own smooth agility.

As his feet touched the ground, he pushed his momentum forward, curling into a ball and rolling across the grass.

“Ow fuck!” he exclaimed as he backrolled over a raised root of a nearby tree.

“And that's why I don’t tuck and roll,” you teased, walking towards him, the ach in your legs nearly forgotten.

You wandered out of the exhibit and towards the iris lawn. Dae’s favorite flowers were blue irises. She used to always pick a few of the flowers any time they visited the garden and keep a vase of them in the dorm room.

“You know they’re bulbed plants one day, we can go to the store and get our own,” Hoseok suggested.

“It’s not the same she says they smell better when they’re picked from the garden here,” you insisted.

“It’s not like she’ll be smelling these,” Hoseok grumbled under his breath but obliged when you held out your hand for his pocket knife.

The theft was quick and efficient. You cut loose five of the flower's long stems and returned back to the fence. Taking care that the flowers were unharmed as you shimmied up one of the trellises.

You were both back in the car within 15 minutes and driving down the road to her grave. The visit was a quiet one. Not tearful like in years past, and for a moment as the two of you kneeled and placed the flowers against the tombstone, you didn’t know if either of you were going to speak at all.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave the city,” Hoseok asked quietly.

You looked at him, startled, “You know my dream is to be a travel doctor,” you replied.

“Is that still your dream?” He asked.

You were quiet for a moment, your eyes searching his face for any indication of where he was going with this.

“Y/N, you were determined once. Focused. You lived and sacrificed for that dream and would never jeopardize it. And lately, you’ve-” You closed your eyes as you caught on to his intentions.

“Continued to sacrifice for it,” you interrupted him, “everything I’ve done, the debt I have isn’t so I can play gangster. It’s so I can finish school. The moment I graduate and the moment I pay off my debt, I’m leaving the city.” You assured.

“You could leave now,” he urged.

“Take a residency somewhere I know your grades are good enough for that accelerated program.”

“I can’t run out on my debt. They will find me.” You hissed.

“They won’t. Jungkook will pull RM off your trail, and they can’t send me after you. I would go with you. You’re the only family I have.” Hoseok pushed his voice urgent, “Things are getting bad. There’s a turf war brewing, and the Black Tips aren’t working alone. I don’t think that man who came after you tonight is from the west side. If power players from the East are involved, this whole city will go to shit. This isn’t a petty fight; people will die. The inner circle and whoever is affiliated with them will have a target on their back.”

“What about Yoongi?” You asked.

Your question was double-sided. You knew about Hoseok’s feelings for him and his unwillingness to move on from him over the years. Hoseok was always privet with the gang side of his life, but even before you knew of BTS, you knew of Yoongi and the web of feelings he carried with him. And you also knew of the second's ability to track down and find anyone. If RM wanted either of you dead, Yoongi would find you in a heartbeat and probably had the skill set to dispose of you himself, too.

Hoseok's eyes downcast “He would let us go.”

“You’re expecting a lot of loyalty from someone you plan to betray.” You pushed.

“You’re putting up a hard fight for someone who claims they don’t have a real reason to stay,” he pressed back.

You looked away from your best friend. The man who treated you like his own sister from the beginning. Who was ready to give everything up and run to make sure you were safe.

Why weren’t you willing to give up your fraction of this world in return?

“Perhaps things are more complicated than I give myself credit for. I kissed Jungkook, and I can’t just leave until I figure that out.” You admitted embarrassed. You braced yourself for the teasing or the anger. But Hoseok's face was calm as he responded his eyes ernst and urgent.

“I fucked Yoongi,” Hoseok countered. “If I don’t leave now. I never will.”

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[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 38

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

only the dead have seen the end of war by @kartoffxl [MCD]

Lance must have seen something in Keith’s face, because his expression crumpled in anguish. “You… You love me back.” He put his head in his hands. “Oh my god. You loved me. You love me. This—This is so fucked up.” “Lance, I—” “Tell me I’m wrong.” There were tears in his eyes. “Tell me we didn’t just waste all those years being cowards.” Keith clenched his fists at his sides, still reeling from the whiplash of what he had just heard earlier. This can’t be happening. “Say it!” Lance pressed. “Say you don’t love me.” Please, his eyes begged. Keith and Lance finally figure out that they’re absolutely, undeniably, embarrassingly in love with each other, just not exactly in the best of circumstances.

okay so. this is. technically. one of the meaner fics im reccing. HOWEVER. it is gaspingly unbelievably beautifully and painfully written. even the summary kills me -- say you dont love me. im begging you. im begging you to lie to me right now. as we lay dying im begging you to have mercy on me and let me believe i didnt have a chance for beauty with you. im begging you to let me die with one regret instead of millions. please. please dont let me die being loved by you. LIKE WHAT

2. Toast to Freedom by @icypantherwrites

Keith is used to more than his fair share of dark looks. What he’s not used to is seeing those looks directed at Lance for no reason that he can determine and it’s making something uneasy settle in his stomach and the heavy press of the mantle of leader weigh even heavier as he should be doing something about it but he doesn’t know what. But causing a scene will upset the alliance they need and so Keith chooses to wait it out, to address it after the feast. He should never have waited.

will never ever in my life get over to 'i drank your poison because no suffering would be worse than watching it on you' not ever. it is always so so everything. and NO ONE does it like icy panther

3. Disjointed Soul by @icypantherwrites

Lance falls victim to a Soul Leecher, a dark spirit that is drawn to disjointed souls to steal them for itself. The Paladins must go into Lance's very soul to save him, uncovering truths about themselves and Lance in the process. Time is of the essence before Lance is lost forever. Good thing they have such helpful, adorable soul guides.

"Hi there baby Lance," Hunk greeted. "Ohwah," Lance burbled back. "¡Ohwah!" "Ohwah?" Pidge repeated. "I think he's saying "hola,'" Hunk grinned. "You know, "hello" in Spanish.��Hola, baby Lance." "¡Ohwah! ¡Ohwah!"

this is one of THEEEE original insecure lance fics fr like it was the BLUEPRINT. 2018 there wasnt a langst loving soul who hadnt read this at least twice. its not too long for my dears w shoddy attention spans but its long enough to have quite a bit of substance!! team as family with communication and lance at the centre of it. what more do u want

4. Sleep Well, My Son by @icypantherwrites

A tiny accident becomes literal when Lance is turned into a child with no recollection from his older self. Coran has hopes the effects will be relatively short-term, but in the meantime he has a scared child that needs both reassurance and care. And while Coran might not have had the chance to be a father… he feels like one now.

look i love a good de aged lance fic and obviously when i was making these bookmarks i was scrolling my way thru the tag. and this one is especially amazing bc it is coran centred! this is a coran fic! this is a fic about quiet grief in the life you never got to live and acceptance for the life you have now and love for the people life has brought you!! it is about coran finding family through people who so desperately need it!! it is everything!!

5. Amigos by @icypantherwrites

A dangerous mission becomes even moreso when Lance is turned into a child with no recollection of his older self in the middle of it. Keith has never been good with kids and that certainly isn’t going to change now. Somehow though he’s got to convince Lance — who doesn’t speak a word of English and is staring at Keith with too wide, too scared of eyes — to come with him, get them both out of the Galran base now crawling with sentries alive, and then, assuming they get that far, figure out how to change Lance back.

shut up about the repeated author shut up about the same trope shut up about the. okay. i am a simple creature. i am annoying. i like to sit on my little armchair and open my little phone and read the same thing a million times. there is a Way to read fic and that way is to click on and scroll through a tag until you find a fic you like then scroll through that author and then go back to the tag and rinse and repeat. besides this fic is amazing okay i love klance but we rarely get platonic klance and its GOOD okay

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[hannahwatchesbigbrother]

This has been a worse than average endgame (to say the least), but I want to acknowledge the highlights of bb25. I’ve been watching since bb16 (been a feedster since bb17), and this has truly been the most invested I’ve been. Despite how frustrated I’ve been with production this year, I really think this season has some really stellar stuff in it (especially pre-jury). So here is a (lengthy) list of how I’ll remember this season:

Cirie motherfucking Fields showing up!!

Izzy immediately clocking that Jared was Cirie’s son before the live premiere even ended

Izzy immediately clocking that Cameron gives serial killer vibes

Felicia destroying four mics by the end of the first week

Felicia falling into the hot tub

“Clean that shit up a bit”

Cameron thinking Felicia was related to Denzel Washington

“Izzy Fields” and the beautiful friendship between her and Cirie

Hisam’s villain arc

Cory in Blue’s pink outfit (and later Americas jumpsuit)

(Honestly just Cory being a genuinely good dude who would call out things that crossed a line and fought against toxic masculinity)

The target flipping every other hour for like the first six weeks of the game

Every time Zach Wurtenburger tweeted about BB

The nickname “fucking Bowie Jane” which was then just shortened to fbj

The still of Cory’s mouth wide open while he was saying “what the fuck” when they were thinking of keeping Hisam

Meme’s storage room rants

“If I’m a have not next week, I’ll self-evict” “I’ll be a have not with you” *america leaves* “(to self) Cory, are you the most pathetic person? They were right about you — you’re a pick me”

Felicia yelling at Jag while he was in a chicken suit

Felicia and “Mr. B” (smooches!)

The slow burn Americory showmance (I could write a thesis on how much I love it but I’ll spare you)

The fact they brought the pressure cooker back

Izzy crying about how much she hates being in the same room as Cameron

“Fuck jag and I said that shit” -America Week 4, a prophet

When Matt used the power on jag and even live feeders were shook because we had no idea

The fact that Cameron’s 14 hours in the pressure cooker didn’t matter because jag was just brought back into the game

Blue sucking up to Felicia bc she thought she was Jared’s mom for a solid 24 hours

Felicia’s sleep screaming/singing

The dramatic and out of no where red/Cameron break up

“Cam thinks he’s like a father to me, but really he’s like an absentee father who wants to sleep with my girlfriend”

Blue volunteering jag to go up as a “pawn” during Jared’s hoh

Cam winning hoh after being blindsided by the red vote (hate him but the absolute silence and his thumbs up is so funny)

“Okay Jasmine” “*crying* who’s jasmine?” “*singing* a whole new world”

Cam not telling anyone including production who he was putting up

Matt winning the prize swap veto but choosing the punishment bc he thought he’d get to hang out with the real Josh Duhamel

The Josh Duhamel punishment in general

Izzy’s kick jump during the piggy pals punishment

Jared destroying his game because Cirie was stuck in a kayak with Felicia for 48 hours

THE IZZY FLIP

(The fact the izzy flip happened bc she told Cory that he couldn’t sleep in the same bed as America anymore lol)

The Cory/Jared humiliverse fight

“To all my friends and family, trust I know that they are all liars and snakes… and cowards!”

“See you soon, pig!”

The Cirie/Felicia fight post-Jared’s eviction

Peak Unreliables when Jag fought for Cory’s LIFE against cams plan to backdoor him

People retweeting Meme’s tweets from over ten years ago that were weirdly relevant to the season

America lifting Cory after it was confirmed that they made jury

The musical that Cory got for his zing

The one time all the different stans came together was to celebrate Cams eviction

The “exquisite” bit

America causing Jag to want to shit his pants after telling him to “literally fuck off”

“Literally in this world, I am your biggest fan” 😭😭😭

Felicia being Cirie’s best friend and worst enemy (aka when she shaved her foot on her bed)

Americory saying “I love you” on Cory’s way out the door

Americas shrine to Cory/transforming into him

Cirie’s DR of her flipping off Jag, Matt, and Bowie

Izzy/Paige going as Americory for Halloween

The Americory “cradle robber” Halloween costume

“I’d be more impressed if [the wins] weren’t against two senior citizens, an airhead, and an idiot”

[b1mbodoll]

this is so insane.. first of all, i have an inbox that is completely full. im not purposely ignoring anyone it’s just hard to reply to every ask i receive. i’m not “gatekeeping” anything just bc i havent had time to reply. i literally posted at the beginning of the month that i’d be busy this month, and you’re a disgusting person for saying all of this.

if you were so curious and no one was responding, you can google it. that’s what i did, i didn’t go out of my way to make someone feel like shit because i felt entitled and rude.

pretending not to know my name when it’s pinned is so funny, like you’re seriously acting like this just bc you’re mad people are too busy to respond… again i’m sorry i didnt reply, it wasnt purposeful, but you’re so disrespectful and a terrible person for sending this.

next time you wanna act like a hardass come off fucking anon and say it with your chest. or are you too scared i’ll block you?

if you dont like me then block me or message me off anon so i can do it, weirdo. also thanks for bodyshaming! LOL ur a fucking weirdo ive never been more serious. fuck you, seriously.

i really dont give a fuck what you think about me and my anons 😭 hate to break it to you but you’re worse than me and my nonies!!!! theyre silly flirts but you’re just a weird, entitled coward. i can’t believe petnames and flirting make you this upset, it’s sad.

also “non valuable anons” … yeah ur odd! all of my nice anons mean so much to me. doesn’t matter how much they interact with me or whether or not they use an emoji -_- dont ever call my nonies “nonvaluable” just bc ur pressed over a color gradient.

it’s crazy that YOU of all people, are telling me to seek help. you came into my inbox bitching and being soso awful over something you couldve googled. i think ur the one that needs help, to be honest. bet it’ll be hard finding someone to help you fix that disgusting personality of yours.

[player1064]

Carra fucking off to skiing and David and Gary are immediately going all ♥ ♥ ♥ come get your man back James

So for a prompt if you still do them: Everyone is sick and tired of carraville dancing around each other but being cowards to actually do anything about it, so to get things moving Becks starts dropping hints that he might make a move on Gary.

(next time they meet gary's neck is full of hickeys and carra is very smug. they are even more insufferable than before. roy is rolling his eyes so hard he is able to see his own brain)

LOVE the idea of becks also being in on a plot to get them together. and of everyone asking becks to do it for them bc they don't want to/are too scared/lazy/dumb to do it themselves

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“David,” says Scholesy.

“Scholesy,” says David.

“David, he’s driving me insane. I seriously cannot take it anymore.”

David doesn’t bother asking who ‘he’ is, or what he’s driving Scholesy insane about, because it’d be the same answer as it’s been for the past god knows how many years.

“I’m sure the two of them will figure it out eventually,” he offers sympathetically, to which Scholesy just groans in frustration.

“I’ll be long dead before that ‘appens.”

*

“Becks, I swear, they’re getting worse by the day.”

He and Keaney are sat with Wrighty at a little table in the media lounge at Wembley, watching Gary joke around with Carragher a few feet away. The two of them seem to be in their own little bubble, completely oblivious to the others around them. Their constant laughter is loud and annoying, especially since as far as David can tell neither of them is actually saying anything that funny.

It's kind of sweet, really.

“I think it’s sweet,” Wrighty says. “Don’t you remember how intense they both were as players? This is a massive improvement.”

“Yeah, but it’s driving me nuts! I mean, this is one thing, but it’s all the stupid little sighs and the – the longing looks, it’s enough to make you lose the will to live.”

In the past few months, David has had to listen to complaints about Gary and Carragher from every single one of his old friends from United, as well as some old England teammates that have worked with them at Sky or on The Overlap. They all seem to be under the impression that something needs to be done about it, that they can’t just let it run its natural course.

They also all seem to be in agreement that the person who needs to be doing something about it is David.

He wonders absently if it’s not too late to hand the ‘Gaz’s best friend’ card off to somebody else.

*

“So, Carragher.”

“What about him?”

Gary blinks at David from across the table, and if David didn’t know him so well he’d think he was being deliberately obtuse. Unfortunately, David does know him, well enough to know that he really is just that stupid.

He shoots him a Look, which has the desired effect of making Gary scowl at him, and then he says “nothin’, nothin’. Just noticed you two’ve been working together a lot lately.”

Gary shrugs. “He’s a good partner, to be fair. People like our dynamic. And he’s smart, though don’t tell ‘im I said that.”

“You spend much time with him outside of work?”

Gary squints, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Outside of work?” he asks, like it’s a completely foreign concept to him. Like there is no outside of work.

Which, it’s Gary, so for him there probably isn’t.

Maybe David needs to try a different approach.

*

The next time Gary is in London to cover a game with Sky, David shoots him a quick text asking dinner?, which Gary responds to with a thumbs up and the name of his hotel. Whether that’s because he wants to eat there or because he wants David to come pick him up he’s not sure, but either way he finds himself pulling up outside the Corinthia hotel that Friday evening, dressed in his smartest jeans and an unfussy old blazer.

He goes into the bar area, thinking he’ll order a drink and wait for Gary to come down, but Gary’s already there, sat at the bar with Carragher.

Perfect.

David meanders over to them, feeling slightly smug that he’s still enough to tear Gary’s attention away from Jamie, that Gary still gives him a glowy smile when he sees him approaching.

When he gets to them he shakes Jamie’s hand in greeting, pressing his other hand to the small of Gary’s back as he does so. Gary startles momentarily at the contact, but he quickly shakes it off and leans into the touch, beaming up at David.

“Becks!” he greets. “Me ‘n Carra were just catchin’ up while I was waitin’ for you to arrive. He’s stayin’ here this weekend, too, y’see.”

David notices that while Gary’s nattering away, Jamie’s eyes are fixed on where his hand is resting on Gary’s back, his lips pressed tightly together. David catches his eye and winks, giving him his prettiest smile.

He figures he might as well go all in, get the whole thing over and done with sooner rather than later, so he bends his head down to kiss the top of Gary’s head while he carries on chatting nonsense about tomorrow’s game.

The kiss stops Gary in his tracks, makes him blush a familiar shade of pink and then preen a bit, smiling up at David warmly.

Meanwhile, Jamie’s looking between the two of them like he’s ready to kill someone. Gary doesn’t spare him a second glance.

“Wha’d’ya fancy eating, Gaz?” David asks softly, pretending not to have noticed Jamie’s reaction.

“Whatever you like,” Gary says, just like he always does when the two of them go out to eat. “They’ve a pretty decent restaurant here, if you don’t fancy goin’ out. Otherwise, you prob’ly know the restaurants around London better’n I do, don’t you?”

*

David accidentally-on-purpose runs into him at the stadium the next day, and once again asks if he fancies going out for dinner.

“Erm,” Gary replies, reaching his hand up to rub at a dark patch on his neck. “I dunno, really, not sure if there’s anythin’ else Sky wants us for tonight, y’know?”

“Carragher can come too, if he wants,” David offers, rolling his eyes with a smirk at the way Gary instantly brightens.

“Oh!” he says, a blush rising up his cheeks, “oh, alright then! Think we’re both free, now that I think about it. I’ll just go check with ‘im and let you know.”

[each-uisge-enthusiast]

so, overall i think kaos is a pretty solid idea. i just think it sorta failed to stick the landing by opting to veer away from the less acceptable within the mainstream kinds of weird strange disturbing shit (zeus turning into an animal to bang people. the mpreg of it all. the increasingly more batshit things hera did to the women zeus assaulted bc i’m gonna be so serious her just turning them all into bees is objectively less funny than the actual myths) and replaced it with things that honestly feel more like if you combined real housewives esque drama with the inner mechanisms of an edgy 12 year old and their edgy original characters do not steal (trademark).

i was fond of the dionysus depiction. the furies were dykes on bikes so literally nothing they did could be wrong to me (i also just think that the depiction of them was neat). i sort of liked the hades/persephone depiction but i don’t like that they just entirely erased the narrative behind them because if you’re going to dark comedy greek mythology then you’re a coward for not making the hades/pers dynamic more of a. fucked up ‘well i’m stuck with this so fine whatever ig’ dynamic than. whatever that was. i saw the ariadne twist from a mile off though that didn’t make it BAD i actually thought it was funny (don’t like that they called the minotaur glaucus though because glaucus is an entirely different brother of ariadne). honestly think if they were real they would not have had hera cheat with poseidon and instead had zeus cheat with poseidon.

i’m mad about the caeneus power nerf and i. don’t know that i’m all that fond of the fact that the amazons are depicted as terfs but that could be a personal bias because i’m quite fond of the amazon warriors. i also think it was a bit cowardly (though admittedly probably due to concerns of cgi costs) that they simply didn’t have have mythological creatures really show up, at all. weak. i want harpies. and i want them now. i will say i was absolutely delighted by the cerberus dogs and any complaints i would have taken were overruled by the dogs.

i will say that i’m aware it wasn’t STRIVING to be accurate so much as to be weird au fanfic, which is technically fine, i just think it would have been improved on if it had included the more fucked up aspects (big asterisk i can get why they’d skip over the never ending sexual assault if only bc it would be really poor taste to try make jokes about THAT) because a lot of it felt like pretty standard faire shock value immorality.

[adotmbrosia]

season 7-9 spoilers, particularly abt kevin tran

thinking abt kevin tran and how FUCKED everything was for him.

sam winchester is doomed by the narrative because he is the main character and he always got to go through shit but i’ve never seen anyone talk about how kevin tran was also doomed by the narrative due to being a prophet. maybe it’s bc of his actor and his horrible actions — which i do not condone and i feel so horrible for all the victims. but kevin tran as the character is so pitiful and sad yet i see nobody in the spn fandom talk abt it.

jst bc he’s the prophet he is ripped away from his normal life at like fucking 17/18 yrs old ffs his main concern was abt his ap classes 😭😭😭 imagine living almost two decades of normalcy and you’re thrown into this world where you’re being goddamn hunted down by everybody, especially these two scary ass 6 feet middle aged men who knows too much about everything spouting shit about “responsibility.” girl i havent even paid taxes yet!! idk shit abt responsibility!

after being forced into this role of the prophet, kevin literally worked — which is grueling btw transcribing is not easy and we can see it take a toll on him as he continues to work throughout the seasons — himself to the point where the winchesters bought him fucking xanax (i may be wrong here but it was some sort of medication) to calm his anxiety 😭 like ts is NOT okay to give to an undiagnosed teenager. not to mention crowley always looking for him.

the winchester brothers say kevin is family and how much the winchester brothers cared for kevin but they never rlly show it. kevin figured out he was kidnapped by crowley bc fake sam and dean winchester were too nice to him. they were willing to go through some trouble to get him food he wanted despite there being leftovers in the fridge. if i was depending on this poor kid to save the fucking world i’d buy him some barbecue.

i mostly have a gripe with dean’s “pep-talks” he has with kevin too. kevin is rightfully unhappy about these circumstances. he’s allowed to feel fucked and scared and all of these emotions but dean pushes his agenda in kevin’s face. he doesn’t consider the nuances of the situation because dean has never lived a life where he had a choice (which is another conversation) but it’s not okay to make kevin feel like that as well. dean says shit like “oh i expected this wimp to choose the cowards way out” when kevin was literally KIDNAPPED😭 (unbeknownst to dean and sam but i digress it’s understandable he would run away from all of this) after kevin finds out that his mother is alive from crowley, he wants to go out and find her yet dean makes kevin stay once again to serve his agenda of saving the world and shit veiled by claiming kevin was family and crowley has reasons to lie. but after kevin’s death we find out that she was, in fact, alive!!!

kevin could’ve saved his mother from months(?) of torture by a demon yet dean stopped him because of what??

speaking of deans treatment we go over to sam’s treatment of kevin how he jst went AWOL on the poor kid leaving him to hide and live alone for a year despite kevin calling him Numerous times to tell sam that he was alive and Needed help

and i’m not saying that dean and sam doesn’t care abt kevin bc they have said so in many instances and have saved him many times. i jst feel like they weren’t perfectly great to him (honestly i can’t really blame them either) and the narrative has truly fucked kevin over many times.

ESPEICALLY kevin’s death which could’ve been so easily prevented, but it happened because he no longer served a purpose to the narrative. like kevin only got a few episodes where he didn’t serve as a prophet and was allowed to help the winchester brothers in his own way— which he COULD btw. he hacked into the military wifi to help them convince this lady to allow them to investigate the bus.

i also think abt how the show presents kevin. in the beginning it’s the overdone and stereotypical joke of “oh look at the asian kid who wants to go into an ivy and is in a million ap classes” and they never elevate themselves out of that box kevin is put into. not to mention his mother who when introduced the episode name is literally “tiger mommy” which is another asian stereotype that they are pushed into. which is frankly racist and jst not good writing which IK the writers are capable of bc look at sam and dean winchester at certain instances bc sometimes they fuck that up too.

[princessbellecerise]

HOTD SEASON TWO THOUGHTS

SPOILERS

JACE AND CREGAN JACE AND CREGAN OMG IM SO GLAD THEY MADE CREGAN YOUNG AND NOT HAVE HIM ACT LIKE HES OLD ASF. He is supposed to be like 20 and I was worried they were gonna try and make him like Ned but NOPE. I liked how they tried to kind of tie in the GOT Stark’s with him but I wish we saw a bit more

WHERE IS VERMAX?? I REALLY WANTED TO SEE HIM THIS SEASON BY BOY GETS NO SCREEN TIME

Lucerys Velaryon my sweet baby boy, I will always remember you. When Corlys said he had that dagger commissioned for Luke I SOBBED. He loved those kids sm don’t you EVER try to tell me he didn’t want Luke to have Driftmark

Ugh, Alyn. Iykyk I was waiting his better half (his brother) to show up

Aemond Targaryen when I FUCKING catch you I swear to GOD. Rhaenyra searching for Luke had me in tears. The way she JUMPED off of Syrax to see if it was true oh god

Speaking of which, her scene with Jace destroyed me. The way he tried to be a good son and heir and tell her about his accomplishments but broke down. Oh my god and the way he reached for her I can’t

The greens had too much fucking screen time. All I heard was them yapping about a war THEY started. Also alicent trying to control her sons is laughable. You raised them to be misogynists and now you’re shocked they don’t value women? Hmmm I wonder why

Speaking of Miss Dowager Hypocrite herself…what happened to honor and decency hmmm? No where to be found I guess. Also Crsipy Cole, for a man that’s been sworn of celibacy you sure do get down alot

Larys Strong is the biggest instigator that’s ever lived and I think we’re about to see him changing loyalties like he does in the books. Hmmm

Luke’s funeral. My god. Jace lifting up Joffery to throw in Luke’s seahorse. Rhaena absolutely sobbing bc that was her betrothed :( . Somebody fucking sedate me

Rhaenys…my girl…what have they DONE to you? They made it seem like she didn’t give a single fuck about Luke’s death. CORLYS GRIEVED MORE THAN SHE DID ARE YOU KIDDING ME. This is not the Rhaenys I know. The Rhaenys that wanted to go to King’s Landing and kill the Greens so bad that DAEMON had to reel her in. Smh STOP WITH THE WISHY-WASHY SHIT. MY GIRL WAS FULLY TEAM BLACK

The writers are cowards and you can tell. B&C was Daemons idea. It was HIS idea for HIS son. Although, much as Team Green talks shit about Daemon, I’m also kinda glad they changed B&C to him ordering Aemond’s death.

And speaking of…sigh. So sigh. B&C was so…underwhelming. If they were trying to spark sympathy for Team Green then they did a horrible job at it because WHAT WAS THAT?? Helaena not even putting up a fight? Just straight selling Jahaerys out like damn girl it’s like that?? AND WHERE was Maelor?

Aegon and Aemond of course can go fuck themselves as usual. Them trying to make it seem like Aegon would’ve been a good king is laughable like be SO fucking for real

Otto Hightower your days are numbered. Just you wait, you’ve given your two psycho grandchildren a taste a power and I’m gonna laugh when it backfires

Overall, I did feel a little bit bad for Helaena but it’s still team black. I hated how they cut out the feast Aegon threw to celebrate Luke’s death. It adds a whole new layer as to why the Greens will never be in the right, if it wasn’t obvious already. ALSO, I cannot wait to see those fuckers realize that most of the realm wants Rhaenyra and not *what did Daemon say?* oh yeah, a drunken usurper cunt of a king

Jason (or was it Tyland) being made a fool had me dying. Like yeah your dumbass wanted him on the throne now what? Now you’re a damn pony. Giddy up fool

Them trying to make it seem like Aegon cares about his son when they haven’t even mentioned he has a son until the plot calls for it…sigh. I love TGC but you can definitely tell it’s HIM smiling and acting all cute towards Jahaerys, not Aegon if that makes sense.

Lastly, Lady Misery has always been Team Black and I wish they’d stop making it seem like nobody was on Rhaenyra’s side. Majority of the fucking realm fought for her it and they’re making it seem like she’s so alone. I also feel like they’re trying to use her grief as a reason she shouldn’t rule while trying to make Aegon seem “good” and I don’t like that

Let’s see what next week’s episode brings but hopefully the rest of the season is more…exciting

[kaidabakugou]

here’s a little something from my villain au selfship, pretend my name is yours bc i don’t like using ‘y/n’ :)

cw: biting | drugging | kidnapping

“you there, hot stuff?” you ask into the intercom as you connect to the network

“kai?, is that you?”, katsuki asks as he stops walking to adjust the intercom in his ear

“who else, dummy”, you laugh as you climb over some broken pipes

“why didn’t you tell me you were coming back, would’ve picked your ass up at the airport”, he retorts while crouching down to pick up what looked like torn fabric off the floor

“wanted to surprise you, although this isn’t the way i wanted to greet you if i’m being honest”

“yeah me neither, where are you?”

“i’m in front of the old post office building, what’s left of it at least” you answer as you look around spotting the once white mailing logo now black with ashes from the fires

“stay there, i’m heading your way”

“okayy, how far off are y-…”katsuki hears you cut off by an excited gasp before he hears you call out a name that makes his entire body run cold as a chill sinks into his bottom spine

“eijirouuu hiiii” you say excitedly as you approach the tall red head approaching you eagerly with his signature toothy smile that you missed so much

engulfing you in a hug before lifting you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as you tighten the hug

“hey pretty, i’ve missed you” he whispers against you as he presses his forehead against yours

“i’ve missed you too ei” you smile back at him whilst you adjust your intercom when you hear the sound of katsuki frantically calling out your name from the other end

“kats?” you asked into the device confused

“get out of there now! you need to leave!!” he sounds out of breath, desperation evident in his voice

“what’s wrong?” you ask while mouthing the words ‘love the hair’ down to eijirou whilst you thread your fingers through his hair that he grew out the entire year that you were abroad, crimson mane now reaching past his shoulders as he shoots you a grin followed with a quick wink before burying his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you closer as he hugs you again

“it’s not safe!, get out of there now!!” he shouts while making his way through all the debris as quick as he can to reach you before it’s too late

“it’s okay, eijirou’s with me”

“no, that’s not- it isn’t- you can’t trust him”

“katsuki what are you talking about? it’s fine just get here so we can all leave toge-“ your cut off by a sharp pain rushing through the side of your neck followed by a boiling heat engulfing the area

“no no no no no” katsuki whispers quickly under his breath as he picks up his steps at the sound of your pained gasps

on the other end, you lean back away from eijirou’s grasp as you feel your legs around his waist begin to go numb, reaching up to touch the side of your neck while whispering a raspy “what did you do?”

“shhhh it’s okay… i got you” it’s all he says before you feel your vision going black as you fall limb against him

shifting your weight to hold you with just one arm as he reaches over to remove the intercom from your ear at the sound of his name being called in the distance

on the other end, katsuki is screaming into his device for eijirou to take

“KIRISHIMA! KIRISHIMAA! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH HER YOU BASTARD!”

“hey hey bakubro! long time no see” he laughs into the device as he makes his way back through the alleyway he emerged from

“stay right where you are you coward i’m coming to take her back”

“ohhh we’ll see about that” he laughs before ripping the intercom from his ear, ignoring the shouting bakugou on the other side as he activates his quirk, breaking the device in his hands before disappearing through the dark alley, leaving a worried bakugou behind as he falls to his knees in front of the old post office, trying his best to contain the tears blurring his vision as he promises to get you back no matter what