#i really hated to PLAY through epsilon

[junekissed]

finals season

day one of junkissed's svt seasons greetings event

member — tutor!seungcheol x student!reader genre — fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort ?, college au  word count — 2k synopsis — getting a degree isn't easy. fortunately, your tutor that you maybe have a crush on is here to help. warnings — frat president!cheol, mentions of math (yes this is a warning), mutual crushes but they’re both kinda idiots, friends (?) to lovers, really awkward confession scene oops, there's 2 screenshots at the beginning bc i wanted to! notes — lowercase intended; honestly idk how this happened i promise the rest won’t be angsty like this sjdgkfs it was supposed to be cute but then my brain just kept chugging so. um enjoy !

one reblog = one snowy frat party

you sigh and stand up off the couch, wrapping your scarf around your neck. as much as you hated doing math, you always seemed to jump at the chance to study with seungcheol. the weather had made you reluctant to leave the comfort of your home, but the promise of coffee (and your unfairly attractive tutor) was more than enough to lure you out of the house for a couple hours.

even though your major had almost nothing to do with math, you’re still required to take so many credits of the subject to meet your requirements.

you shrug on your coat and grab your backpack in the dark, shoving your laptop and charger in with notebooks and folders. turning to take one last look around to make sure you aren’t forgetting anything, you shut the door quietly and lock it.

the lady working the shift at the front desk smiles and waves as you walk through the lobby of your apartment complex. “where are you headed?” she asks, setting down her nail file.

“tutoring,” you say, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder.

“ooh, that hot guy that comes through here every thursday?”

you giggle. “yeah.”

“well, good luck, baby,” she grins, giving you a very indiscreet wink. “have fun with you man!”

“no– we’re not together,” you explain, feeling your cheeks start to heat in embarrassment. not that you don’t want to be together. you don’t even know if he’s single or not.

“not yet! you never know!”

“i’ll see you later,” you laugh, walking out the front door with a wave behind you.

seungcheol’s house is on the other end of campus where the fraternity houses are. it’s not a far walk, but with the snow still coming down heavily you decide not to risk showing up at his door looking like a total mess. so instead of walking like you usually do, you wait at the bus stop outside your apartment, rushing to find a place under the overhang with a crowd of other students waiting to get to class.

fifteen minutes later, you step off the bus, trudging through the quickly growing piles of snow on the ground up to the door of cheol’s apartment.

it’s only friday afternoon, but lambda phi epsilon is already gearing up for whatever party they’re hosting this weekend. you can hear faint music playing from one of the houses across the street. you wonder why cheol, the current president of the frat, isn’t over there with them, but you don’t dwell on the thought.

you smooth down your jacket and check your hair in the reflection of your phone screen, then take a deep breath and knock twice.

the door swings open immediately, revealing your tutor dressed in his… pajamas. you almost choke, your eyes falling to his flannel pants and collared pajama shirt, the top buttons undone revealing an expanse of smooth skin. the material looks soft, so soft, and you have to physically restrain yourself from reaching out to touch him.

“hey! come on in, it’s cold out there,” he smiles warmly. you snap back to attention, drawing your gaze back up to his face.

“thanks,” you manage, stepping inside. “you look, um. comfortable.”

“i love the snow,” he explains. “perfect weather to stay inside and get cozy for the weekend.”

you raise your eyebrows. “you’re not going to the party later?”

“no?” he questions. “why, are you going?”

your cheeks flare. “no, i’m– work,” you laugh awkwardly as the entirety of the english language disappears from your brain.

he smiles. “cool. you can stay as long as you want, then, i don’t have plans. we can work until you have to leave.”

“sounds great,” you squeak out.

oh, it’s gonna be a long night.

but the night isn’t as long as you thought it would be. it actually goes by pretty quickly, once you sit down and start working. as distracting as seungcheol is, you’ve really gotta learn these concepts before your final.

after many tutoring sessions you’d already figured out that cheol is insanely smart, but it never occurred to you before just how smart he is. not only does he understand the material, he understands it enough to explain everything in a way that makes sense to you— something your teachers could never do. everything just seems to click in your brain when he tells you things like why the angle of elevation is below the shape and not above it. hell, he’s even made his own practice problems for you that aren’t in your book, and after hours of teaching you get them all right, all on your own.

“try using this equation,” he says, gently nudging your elbow.

“huh?” you realize you’ve been staring at him and you whip your eyes back down to the workbook in front of you, embarrassed to be focusing on him and not the actual reason you’re here.

what is the reason you’re here? you wonder, your mind wandering. you went to the math department and signed up for a tutor, and a week later you met him in a private corner of the library to get help before your exam. and after a while, you started meeting him at your apartment, because your sessions ran long after the library had closed for the night. and now you’re sitting in his living room, contemplating every life decision you’ve made up until this point and wondering how the hell you ended up studying triangles with him in his pajamas.

he calls your name again, and you turn your head to look at him. but when you make eye contact, you suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to cry.

“do you wanna stop for now? we’ve been on this for a while, we can switch to something else if you want,” he asks. his eyes are full of concern at the sudden way you’ve stopped responding.

how did you end up falling in love with him?

“i… i think i should go home now,” you choke out. your throat feels like it’s closing up from the effort it takes not to burst into tears in the middle of his house.

“oh,” he says quietly. “are you sure? i have more practice problems for you, here, you can take–”

“why are you so nice to me?” you say abruptly.

he pauses. “i– what?”

“our study sessions go way past the hour set by the university, you make practice problems for me, you invite me to your house in your pajamas. you don’t have to do any of that. you get paid no matter what. why?”

his gaze shifts around the room, from the workbook still lying open on the table to the posters on his wall behind you. “i’m sorry about… this,” he says finally. “we can meet in the library again if you don’t like meeting here. and i would’ve changed, if i knew the pajamas made you uncomfortable.”

“it’s not the pajamas,” you whisper.

“sorry?” he says, not hearing you.

“it’s not the pajamas,” you repeat, louder this time. “it’s you. i… i don’t think i need a tutor anymore,” you say.

your vision begins to blur with tears when you hear him say softly, “okay.”

you grab your things and pack your backpack in record time. cheol holds the door open for you as you shrug your bag onto your shoulder.

“i’ll, uh, talk to the tutoring advisor and tell her you don’t need help anymore,” he says awkwardly as you rush out the door.

“goodbye, cheol,” you say, and turn down the steps to leave.

the sound of the door closing quietly behind you is what finally breaks you. tears stream down your face, burning your skin in contrast to the freezing air.

the snow had stopped while you’d been in his house, slowly turning into slush. you plop down on the sidewalk, not even caring that you’re sitting in a puddle of dirt and ice. not only had you just lost your free homework help, you’ve lost a friend who might’ve maybe been something more, if you hadn’t panicked and run off at the first thought of him.

your nose starts to run and you cry harder, wiping your nose against your sleeve, but it does nothing. you sit on the curb outside in the cold for so long you start shivering, but you don’t have the motivation to get up. a part of you doesn’t want to leave, and you don’t know why.

without the extra practice from cheol, you’ll probably bomb your final, which means having to take even more classes for even more credits next semester.

you hear a squeak behind you, but you don’t look back. whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.

“are you okay?”

a familiar voice calls out, and you force yourself to turn around.

“i mean, you don’t look okay,” he adds. “you’re sitting in front of my house, in the snow.”

you hadn’t even noticed it had started to snow again. “oh.”

“do you want to come inside?” he asks gently.

“no,” you answer immediately, but the cold is starting to get to you. “yes.”

he smiles, and just that makes you feel better. he moves out of the middle of the doorway, leaving room for you to come inside.

you stand up, trying to wipe the snow from your backside, and walk back into his house.

a pot of coffee is already steaming on the countertop, and he pours a mug and hands it to you. “why were you sitting in front of my house, in the snow?” he asks after a moment, giving you a minute to warm up.

“i don’t know,” you admit, sniffling. he hands you a tissue. where did he get that?

as you start to calm down and take in your surroundings, you notice he’s changed into jeans and a sweater.

“you didn’t have to change,” you say quietly.

“i know,” he says. “i, uh… i decided i’m going to the party later.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

the tension in the room is almost unbearable, but you purposely ignore it, bringing his mug to your lips to drink with shaky hands.

“what did you mean, ‘it’s me’?” he says finally. “what you said earlier.”

you swallow. no running away this time.

“well. um. because you’re too good. at everything.” you close your eyes and sigh. “you’re good at math and you’re good at tutoring and you’re a good person.”

“oh?” he asks cautiously. “is that… a bad thing?”

“i don’t know,” you say,. “i don’t know. you’re too nice to me. i can’t figure it out.”

he smiles, and his hand moves at his side, as if he wants to reach out and touch you, but he stays put. “i–” he swallows. “i think you’re really great. and nice. and i wanted to, i guess, get to know you better. that’s why i suggested meeting outside the library. and why i help you so much. because i do want to help you, but, uh…” he trails off, staring at his feet. “i also want more than that.”

“you do?”

he looks up at you nervously, waiting to see if your reaction is good or bad.

“i also want more than that, i think,” you say quietly.

"do– do you wanna stay for a little while?" he asks, glancing out the window. "it's started snowing again."

you smile. "yeah."

his face brightens. "we can order food or watch tv, or– we could keep studying, whatever you want," he says shyly.

"i thought you were going to the party?"

"nah," he grins. "i’d rather stay right here.”

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[rubykgrant]

These are only a couple years old, but with how MUCH I've drawn of them since, and how many things have changed, these feel like they're from decades ago! Well, these were the first really concrete story-related pictures I made with the RVB characters... the first batch is everybody taking off their helmets to listen to messages left behind by Epsilon; the beginnings of me playing around with how I wanted them to look without the armor (except for Lopez, because he IS the armor, being a robot and all). I haven't really changed the way they look so much as I've gotten BETTER at how to articulate the lines and shapes for them. Also, they're all crying because Epsilon got VERY sappy. He figured he wasn't gonna deal with the after-math, so why not just get all honest about how he feels (also, how Alpha felt too). Next bits are the comics, in which the characters process what they all heard, and what it means for them... in particular, Grif finally tries to just plainly state his feelings to Simmons, and as usual, they are NOT on the same page. It goes right over his head. Kai doesn't want her bro to give up yet, but unfortunately, he would rather bury his head in the dirt than EVER try that again. These look PAINFULLY wonky to me now, I couldn't draw that stupid armor, I STILL can't draw that stupid armor, but now I'm better at... translating a simplified version of it? Anyway, they look like Amongus blobs here, and I hate it, but I'm proud of myself for pushing through all the way to finish them! This isn't the end of their fun little story though, I continue with much more fun times for them all in store. This all began because nonsense about potential for the characters, both angsty and happy, was filling up my head, and I had to pour it out before my brain drowned~

[banamine-bananime]

opinions on wash? for character bingo ^_^

I do love wash but for me he’s like, blorbo by proxy to soooo much of the fandom that i’m like aight he doesn’t need me there’s other people appreciating him way better than i would anyways. It’s also kind of that “zone of compelling mediocrity vs having nothing to add to a complete concept” thing for me. Like his character arc is arguably executed the best, at least one of the best-executed, in the show, and then any things to elaborate on have been elaborated on so well by so many awesome writers in this fandom that i’m like *thumbs up* tight story I have nothing to say. But since i don’t talk about him much i’ll take this opportunity to just list things i do love about wash:

really funny guy in both intentional dry sarcasm ways and unintentional ways through being so fucking… how to describe it… sort of a Stoic Military Man who Endures Things and represses Unnecessary feelings and denies himself pleasures when he does not need to do that. He does such weird things and he’s like so serious about it, sighing deeply and resignedly at Yet Another Time The Universe Is Testing Him, yet at the same time recognizes the absurdity in these situations but just… doesn’t take that recognition to the point of removing himself from the situation or refusing to engage and instead he just Endures but also wisecracks about it.

obviously all the epsilon stuff. Man. situationship of all time

LOVE the marathon-winning grudgeholding in a way that he’s entirely silent about it until suddenly he is very not silent about it. guy who CANNOT just fucking let it go but you’ll never realize that until it’s too late. reactive dog with growl violently trained out of them “bites out of nowhere!!!”

going along w that, yay repressed anger issues!!! sorry that’s flippant but i have so much love and sadness and anger for ~Troubled Kids~ railroaded into violent professions and places based on being branded with labels of violent/oppositional/defiant/angry/dangerous instead of being helped. “hey you’re struggling with something that’s making you so angry you can’t contain violence or feel so unsafe that the only defence you’re left with is aggression or feel that you need to make people fear you to feel a little less unrespected and powerless or so that they get a taste of it for once. instead of addressing that i think we can use it. you know how people believe you’re Bad and that you’ll never change and lots of doors are shut to you? well, this one’s wide open and it’s what you’re meant for, as a person who is good at violence and not trusting people. come here and we’ll train it into you some more.” i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: cop-dog-coded motherfucker

really really good juxtaposition of this with being the goofball rookie. i know some people get frustrated with the inconsistency between pfl-recruit-era wash in book-extras vs in the show but to me it really adds something. a guy can both be goofy and have repressed anger. that guy might play up the goofiness trying very hard not to again be railroaded into Being The Crazy Angry Dangerous Kid. he is friendly and wants friends! that guy might also internally chafe at the kind of friendship that exaggerated “i’m not a threat! i’m not a threat! i swear i’m not a threat i’m just a little goofy guy!!” presentation begets. being treated as the dumb hopeless class clown sidekick is demeaning and makes you resentful no matter how hard you’re trying to make yourself think “hey, they’re my friends, this is good, they like me, they’re joking with me so they don’t hate me, this is so much better than being disliked”. and then you’ve got this internal spiral going of fear of your own capacity for anger and resentment -> overcorrect -> more things to resent

YAYYYYYYY JUSTIFIED VILLAIN ARCS MY BELOVED. love s8 washie so much.

as with carolina, really well-executed redemption arc of growing to accept friendship and rest and forgiveness and hanging onto hope that there is something better (frands and luv for them) you can shoot for than just getting revenge. wash: life is just unending cycles of violence forever change my mind. *blues offer him forgiveness and unconditional acceptance* wash: wait. i didn’t know they could do that. brb recalibrating my entire worldview to account for the power of friendship.

i actually don’t like a lot of fandom “wash and cats” content because it often hits kind of a woobification tone i’m not interested in, BUT i love imagery of alleycats, cats with nine lives, cats that always land on their feet (even when they fall off something in the goofiest, most clumsy way possible. wash paradox of dexterity/somehow surviving against all odds and dumb clumsy accidents/bad luck real). cockroach kitty wash : )

otoh my Hot Wash Take is i think sometimes some fans swing the pendulum too far the opposite way from All-Characteristics-Erased-Except-Trauma-And-Protectiveness-And-Cats Woobie Wash. yeah he’s obviously extremely competent but he’s far from the most skilled character in rvb (not his fault the competition is insane) and he is a bit goofy. let him goof up a little i promise it’s okay he’s gonna land on his feet

[koumeowkami]

Nods nods while noting abt gyroaxia down.... Ok what else boss. Go on 👁️ (hope I'm not annoying you akajwjfnfknd..)

you're not annoying me at all!!! i love when people ask me about the things i love <3 even tho i can't articulate my thoughts at all lol

so ummm... here are random thoughts about the other groups :]

argonavis: the main guys!! they're kinda cute ngl. yuto (guitar) deadass followed ren everywhere in order to make him join the band and told him "you should join our band for two reasons: one, your singing is awesome. two, you're stupid", i think that's amazing. oh btw yuto and wataru (bass) are married i think

fantôme iris: the cool gay uncles. they all cosplay vampires. invented visual kei, they're my second fav band!! they're literally my family. felix (vocalist) is really cringefail (rei sakuma vibes) but i love him nonetheless. jun (guitar) is a pathetic wet cat, struggles 24/7 and is so damn relatable tbh (he's my beloved). koharu (bass) and daimon (drums) are basically the mom and dad of the group (also married). koharu cosplays as a woman in the band and he's the definition of slay honestly

fuujin rizing: chaotic good vibes. the silly ska band aka [playing the sax through the pain]. they're all close friends and deserve the world <3 their whole dynamic is basically futa (vocalist), misaki (guitar) and yamato (drums) being chaotic children and aoi (trombone) and kohei (bass) trying to keep them at bay and looking after them. i think they're neat

epsilon phi: chaotic evil vibes. the problematic band no one can take their eyes off of. honestly idek what goes on there, everyone hates each other. we basically have two twins in a toxic relationship (i hope kanata explodes), the less sadomasochistic version of amprule and a poor guy who can't understand feelings and is genuinely curious of all the mess he witnesses everyday in this band. also shu (vocalist) is the most insufferable kid ever seen in my life but i think he's becoming a bit more decent as time passes. their music is fire tho

btw check out the cast !!!! cause there are some popular seiyuus you definitely know (example: gakuto kajiwara, yoshiki nakajima, yuki sakakihara and shinnosuke tachibana), but honestly they're all very good!! i got to know one of my fav seiyuus thanks to argopro (jin ogasawara my beloved) 🫶🏻

[theherosreturn]

Mio: This…forceful action has reminded of the Consuls…I already despise whomever Code Stringer is.

Irida: I would be surprised if anyone here didn’t revile…whatever he truly is.

Noah: He really is like the Consuls…

Azem: Ok then, do we need to summon Titan for this or will something else available help remove this prosthetic?

Emir, busting through a nearby wall: Giyas?

Emir wants a go at helping Roxy with this, quite clearly.

(A.N. A side thing, a long while back, I got a Miraidon. What did I name my Miraidon? Emis, to match Emir)

*Thanks to the help of Emir (Roxy could only assume that Emir was a really, really big dog) Tari's prosthetic arm was at last removed and tossed to the side with all seemingly well!...Until the arm itself began twitching and a voice came from within*

???: You think you've won?! I don't believe you truly understand how our species never gives up! I "will" get that vessel one way or another!!...Even if I need to damage it a bit~...

*The arm soon spilled out a large puddle of metal slime that soon created a half-finished replica of Tari but with quite a few differences including the partially melted mouth of blade like teeth and massive pupilless cyan eyes filled with hate*

Epsilon! Tari: Let's play~! *It had then summoned a holographic replica of a massive beast of a man called "King Hippo" to crush the closest opponent...Which unfortunately happened to be Glitchy Mario*

Mario, as just a head stuck in the ground: Oh...This is gonna be one of those days...

[redvsbullshit]

Welp, I feel like talking about this more, so her thoughts about the reds and blues!

Sarge: she really dislikes him at first, mostly because she believes she is better than him. She was a freelancer after all. But as she spends more time with him, alongside the rest of the reds, she starts to respect his perseverance, even if she still thinks it's stupid.

Grif: she also hates Grif in the beginning, but after she realizes just how smart he actually is, she begins to have more positive interactions with him. During the blood gulch era, the both would scheme their way out of doing work.

Simmons: she respected his work ethic, and liked to have conversations with him during her time in blood gulch, before plot happened. He was the first person she could stand talking to on red team, even if his fear of women made early conversations hard. She started to look up to him like a brother after she learned about the death of North.

Lopez: Pity. She can't speak Spanish, but she did offer to find a translation device for him.

Donut: immediate friendship. They are probably close in age, (Donut seems like the he would be in his early to mid 20s) and they bond over gossiping and drinking wine.

Church: due to her position, she knows that Church is the Alpha, but she doesn't know the full story about why he is the way he is, so her general opinion is that he's just something she has to watch, and make sure isn't destroyed or stolen. Though, by the time Epsilon shows up, she is out of that mindset, and thinks of him more as his own person.

Tucker: at first, hatred and respect in equal measures. She hates his flirty attitude, but also respects the guts it took for him to flirt with her or Tex. As time goes on, she begins to hate him less, and respect him more. She finds the fact that he is such a good father to Junior very sweet.

Caboose: friends. She tried to, but just couldn't find it in her heart to dislike Caboose. They hang out and play candyland.

Tex: she started out afraid of Tex, but they actually became friends during blood gulch. Emotionally devastated when Tex died.

Wash: During freelancer, Wash was someone that she would talk shit about. She was jealous of him, mostly because of how he ended up close with so many high-ranking freelancers who would ignore her. Meeting again after freelancer though, her jealousy turned to pity for what happened to him, and rage at project freelancer. Meeting wash is what broke that final bit of loyalty to the project that she had. After he joins the blues, they spar and talk about cats.

Carolina: She has always respected Carolina, and it shows with her interactions. During Chorus though, she starts so see more of Carolina's personality though, and starts to respect her less, thinking of her more as a friend that a boss.

Doc: she kinda just feels sorry for the dude, I mean, he goes through so much shit. Definitely offers to listen to his problems at one point.

Kai: they hang out a bit, but Kai's personality is a bit to much for her to handle.

What if I just... throw together an oc

(Totally haven't had the idea in my head for a while.)

Welp, info under the cut.

Lyra Spark, aka agent Oregon.

She was picked up by project freelancer at the age of 16, she is recruited at the very beginning of the project, and stays loyal the whole time, mostly because she feels indebted to the director. When it was decided that alpha would be hidden in blood gulch, five years after she joined freelancer, she was sent to keep an eye on the red team.

While a part of freelancer, her specialties were strategy and explosives. The agent she was closest to was North, who she looked up to like a brother. She was not assigned an ai.

Out of armor, she stands at 5'4, with brown hair, Grey eyes, and pale skin. Her armor in blood gulch is a slightly washed out red, (Hex code #E23F43) though in project freelancer, it was a pale green (#AAD688). Her weapon of choice has always been, and will always be a rocket launcher.

Lyra grew up on the streets of some small backwater planet, with her only goals in life being to survive and to create a comfortable life for herself. She learned how to make small explosives through trial and error, and she would often use them as distractions while pickpocketing people. She was pulled into project freelancer after almost stealing the directors wallet.

During her time as a freelancer, she would often lash out at people, though she had a soft spot for animals, especially cats. People would often describe her as an agsty teenager, wich to be fair, she was. She would most often be seen reading something in a lounge or training with whatever new explosive items were brought in. She sat at a comfortable #27 in the leader board.

In blood gulch, she slowly stopped lashing out at people as much and started to mature as a person. She also ended up realizing how bad of a place the mother of Invention was for her, and she made the decision to throw her past identity as a freelancer away.

[hzdtrees]

IOTA, Pt. 3

[idy-ll-ique]

Blurry Lines.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: MISCOMMUNICATION because oh my god just talk

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N works for James Barnes, CEO of a very successful tech company. She also has a massive crush on him. One day, she walks in on him kissing his assistant, and a few months in, because of the incident, she turns in her resignation letter. But will Bucky let her go? There's a thin line between professionalism and non-professionalism, blurred in the case of Bucky and Y/N.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! could've just named it "a shakespeare play" because of all the miscommunication but i already have a fic with shakespeare in its title asfhdkfks,,, anyway enjoy!

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There he is.

The man who ruined my whole life.

Y/N stared as her boss, James Barnes, left the elevator, greeting everyone with a polite smile and a wave. Why did he have to be so perfect all the time? He wore a sky-blue-colored suit with a white shirt underneath, his long hair pulled back into a bun with loose strands framing his face, making him look like a Greek God.

She had fallen for him, which was a big, big, big mistake. 1, he was her boss; 2, he was way out of her league, and 3, he probably had a girlfriend because a man like that, single? Hah, no way. "Y/N? Y/N, hello?" She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, giving the man a small, forced smile.

"Hi, Mr Barnes, good morning." Bucky's smile faltered a bit at her words because she never called him Mr Barnes, he had specifically requested her to call him Bucky. Was he in trouble? "Mr Barnes? Whoa, what did I do?" he joked, though Y/N realized he was being serious. "Sorry, must've slipped out."

"Okay. Good morning to you, too!" He smiled and went to his office. As soon he turned his back to her, Y/N dropped her smile and scowled, crossing her arms. "Stupid man with his stupid attitude and his stupid handsome smile and his idiotic, beautiful blue eyes," she grumbled under her breath as she continued working.

Y/N Y/L/N was an employee of the one and only James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, CEO of a big tech company called Epsilon. She loved working with him; he paid his employees well, was very kind-hearted, and showed no bias to anyone. When she had first started working with him, she wasn't interested in him at all, romantically speaking.

Then, a few months passed by and she started looking forward to his everyday arrival; seeing him get out of the elevator with his gorgeous eyes, his expensive suits and Cheshire grins became the favorite part of her day. Y/N was damn good at hiding her crush though; she was sure that it would go away with time.

But it didn't.

2 years had now passed since she started working for Bucky and the crush was still there, more amplified than before. But she knew it would never work out between them. So she started distancing herself from him. For some reason, he was very, very friendly with her; she knew he was a reserved man so it was peculiar…

He would be holed up in his office the whole day after greeting everyone. Hell, the only words he ever said to his employees were "good morning" and "goodnight, I'll see you all tomorrow" while the rest of his notices were passed on to them by his assistant.

Still, he always stayed at her desk the longest, making small talk. "The weather is nice today, any plans after work?" he'd ask one day while, "You look gorgeous today, is that a new dress?" the other. It was odd; why did he do it? He certainly couldn't be interested in her, could he?

Y/N sighed, sorting through the stack of papers on her desk when she suddenly noticed that one of them was missing Bucky's signature. She glanced at his assistant's desk; she was nowhere to be found so Y/N got up, walking to Bucky's office to get the signature herself.

She knocked on the door but accidentally pushed it open. The sight that greeted her probably scarred her for life; inside Bucky's office, he was kissing his assistant, pushed up against his desk. Y/N's eyes widened and she immediately turned around to leave, the clicking of her heels alerting Bucky.

"Get off of me," he grumbled, pushing his assistant away as he ran to the door, looking out to see Y/N walking away. "Y/N! Y/N!" She turned around at the sound of his voice and gave him an awkward smile. "I didn't mean to walk in without permission, I'm really sorry, I just needed a signature on a paper, really didn't mean to—"

He waved his arm in dismissal and took the paper from her hands, signing it and handing it back to her. "It's fine." He gave her a small smile as she turned to leave. Bucky then groaned quietly and went back to his office, glaring at his assistant. "What the fuck was that?" he hissed. "You like me!" she whined and he scrunched his nose in disgust.

"What— when did I ever tell you that?! I'm not interested in you," he spat. "So all those glances you gave me, all the times you flirted with me, that was fake?" she shrieked. "Stop yelling," he admonished, "And for the record, I have never once in my life ever flirted with you or glanced at you in any way except professionally. Please snap out of your daydream."

"So what about the kiss?"

"You didn't give me time to push away! And now poor Y/N probably thinks I'm some sort of a playboy who takes advantage of women that work for me— you know what? You're fired. Don't ever show up to his place again." His assistant wailed, her eyes filled with tears.

"I knew it. I knew you liked her!" she accused him and he scoffed. "I don't like her. Now get lost, I have a lot of work to do." She stormed out of his office. The angry clicking of her heels made Y/N and the rest of the employees look up as she staggered towards the elevator. Y/N frowned; what the hell was going on?

"What do you think is up with her?" her friend Rubie whispered. "I have no idea, I caught her making out with Bu— Mr Barnes. I guess they fought?" Rubie's eyes went wide. "You mean he isn't into her? Damn, the bosses always fall for their hot ass assistants, what happened here?" Y/N giggled at her words.

"Well, at least my theory is confirmed."

"What theory?" Y/N blinked. "That he likes you! Think about it; he always greets you with some extra phrases, he always praises your work, and now after you caught him kissing someone else he gets into a fight with them, possibly breaking up. Some of the other women are jealous of you, you know. They think you're super close with him."

"What?!" Y/N harshly whispered, "Utter bullshit. I'm not close with him in any way, he's just my boss and I'm sure they just got into one tiny fight. I swear shit's gonna be back to normal tomorrow." With that, the two got back to work.

---

Shit did not go back to normal tomorrow.

Or for months after that.

Bucky's assistant never really came back, leading many to believe that she had quit. Bucky had become more moody and temperamental, while Y/N's crush on him had escalated to new heights which was frankly taking a toll on her mental health. "I can't keep living like that. I'll just quit and get another job."

Those were the words she had whispered to herself one night as she lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Bucky, on the other hand, had come to realize that his assistant was right; he did indeed have feelings for Y/N and all he wanted to do was confess them to her and get it over with.

Realizing he couldn't have her and that she only thought of him as her boss had made him moody and angry. While walking from the elevator to his office he no longer greeted her; he couldn't even bear to see her, knowing she was never gonna be his. Y/N, of course, interpreted it in a different way entirely.

She thought he had broken up with his assistant because she caught them making out, and now he hated her for getting in between his relationship. That created a whole new array of problems.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" Rubie peered over Y/N's shoulders as she quickly wrote down her resignation letter. "I'm quitting." Rubie gasped. "You can't do that! Why are you quitting?!" she whined. "Number 1: He fucking hates me; number 2: I still like him and that's a massive problem so yeah, leaving this place is the only good option."

She stood up. "Well, I can't talk you out of it, can I? I'm gonna miss you, Y/N," Rubie sighed and the two ladies gave each other a hug. Then Y/N went to the new assistant's desk, greeting him with a small smile. "Hi, will you please give this to Mr Barnes?" She handed him the letter.

"What's this?" he smiled. "My resignation letter." The smile disappeared from his face, a frown replacing it. "Why are you quitting? Is everything okay?" She pursed her lips. "I'd rather not talk about it, sorry. Just give him my letter, would ya? Thank you." The man nodded and she went back to her desk.

---

"Hey, Ryan— what's this?"

Ryan turned to see Bucky glaring at Y/N's resignation letter. "Oh, sir, that is Ms Y/L/N's resignation letter." Bucky nodded and Ryan left the office. Bucky read the letter, his glare deepening by the time he reached the end of it. She hadn't even specified why she was quitting; it came out of the blue. I can't let her do this.

He couldn't just let her quit like that, he loved her for God's sake! "I'm not letting her go," he snarled to himself, getting up and walking out of his office. When he walked out everyone turned to look at him. "Ms Y/L/N, can I see you for a moment? In my office?" Y/N frowned but got up, following him to his office.

"What's this?" Bucky asked her, holding up her letter. "My… resignation letter?" Y/N replied slowly, confused. "Yeah, I know, I can read. Why are you quitting all of a sudden?" he huffed. "I'd rather not say," she mumbled, suddenly feeling anxious. "What do you mean, you'd rather not say? Did you get into a fight?"

Yeah, with you, idiot.

"No, sir."

"Is it pay? I'll give you a raise right now—"

"It's not that, Bucky. I— I mean Mr—"

"Bucky is fine. So? Is someone troubling you? Someone I need to fire?"

"No. I just want to quit, why can't you accept that?!" Bucky stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. "You have to give me a legit reason! Vague answers will not be accepted!" Y/N glared back at him and the silence stretched on between them. "Wait a minute," Bucky exclaimed suddenly, "I know what's going on here—"

"What could you possibly know?" Y/N quipped sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "This is about that whole Marie thing, isn't it? Y/N, plea—" "No, Bucky! It's not! Why can't you just let me quit in peace?!" she yelled, interrupting him. Months of frustration had finally taken a toll on her.

"Give me an answer and I'll consider it!" he thundered and she took a step back, shocked. Maybe telling him the truth would speed up the process, she thought. "Fine, you wanna know why? Because I'm in love with you. Yes, Mr Barnes, I fucking love you and I can't keep working here knowing you're never gonna like me back!"

"Y/N…" Bucky whispered but she ignored him. "No, you listen to me. You wanted an answer? Well, here it is. I know you hate me for ruining things with Marie and this is the only best option for the both of us!" Bucky couldn't believe his ears. All this time, she'd liked him back. He walked around his desk without her noticing; she was still rambling to herself.

"And why would you even like me back? You don't even say hello anymore—"

Y/N froze when Bucky's lips crashed onto hers, his hands going to her waist to pull her closer to him. A few seconds later she reciprocated, her arms going around his neck. Without breaking the kiss Bucky turned them and picked her up, putting her down on his desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Feels like we're in a Shakespeare play with all this miscommunication," Bucky laughed when they finally pulled away to breathe. "You like me too? But what about Marie—" He scoffed. "Marie and I were never a thing, she came onto me and I fired her. Before going she said something about me liking you…"

"So?"

"Well at the time I denied it but then… she turned out to be right. And after that, talking to you became difficult because I knew I could never have you, you'd never see me in that way… boy if we'd just talked." Y/N giggled, simply happy to be in Bucky's arms. "What now? What are we?" Bucky traced a finger down her cheek.

"Don't leave me. Please, don't go," he pleaded. "Bucky, we work together, it'll be extremely unprofessional. I— I'm ready to be your girlfriend but I can't work here anymore." Bucky sighed and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Fine, but just because you said yes to being my girl. I'm so in love with you too, pretty face," he chuckled.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders, smiling. "I'm glad to hear it." He suddenly pulled away, giving her a devilish smirk. "Wanna get outta here?" Y/N's eyes widened. "Wh— now? Bucky, we—" He scoffed. "I'm still your boss, you know, you do as I say." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Do I have to deal with this while being in a rela—"

"Let's just go," Bucky groaned, pulling her to her feet and snaking an arm around her waist as they both left his office, heading to the elevators. Everyone working that day looked up, their jaws going slack as they saw the two with lovey-dovey smiles, fawning over each other. Rubie simply smirked at her friend.

"Oh please, she's quitting!" Bucky rolled his eyes when he noticed the stares. Everyone then only shook their heads and got back to work as Y/N lightly slapped Bucky on the chest, sighing.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[bearielfdancer]

A new Legacy Challenge

The Grecian Mythology Legacy Challenge

Synopsis: Before there were what we call the modern gods and goddesses of today from Mount Olympus, or The Olympians, there were those that came before them. Like every story, it has its origins. Gaea, birthed from Chaos, and Ouranus, birthed from Gaea, who then began to create their own legacy. In this Legacy Challenge, you will tell the story of the gods and goddesses from it’s very core to what it is today, from Gaea to Zeus and his many, many children. 

Getting Started/Rules:

 Disclaimer: For the purposes of this challenge,we’re just going to start out with Gaea and Ouranos as there are MANY MANY children born from Chaos and Gaea, followed by Ouranos and Gaea, and that is just too much time and energy spent. CC and Mods are also very much welcomed!

It would very much help to start a New Game, and by creating your sims. They must be married and of the opposite gender. Gaea=Mother Earth and Ouranos=The Father/Starry Sky. They may look however you please, if you have the Expansion Pack Get To Work, they can be aliens, if you have The Game Packs Realm of Magic, Vampires. You are very much welcome to make them into Mages or Vampires, the choice is up to you! If you have seasons you may start in any season you see fit. 

After you are done creating your founders, you MUST move them into Newcrest on the biggest Lot which should be Twin Oracle Point. (It even sounds mythological XD). If you want more of a challenge try living Off-Grid.

You may not have any kind of job as you are just starting out, so in order to make your living wages you may:

Fish

Garden

Paint

Wood Working

Sculpting

And sell Collectibles (anything found)

Generation alpha : The Creation

Gaea, also known as mother earth, very much loved her children, too bad Ouranos didn’t feel the same and locked them all away to never be seen again… supposedly… 

Gaea:

* Career: None

* Aspiration: The Freelance Botanist

* Traits

   * Loves Outdoors

   * Family Oriented

   * Mean

Ouranos/Uranus:

* Career: None

* Aspiration: The Curator Aspiration

* Traits

   *Hates Children

   * Ambitious

   * Perfectionist

Game Play:

All aspirations must be completed before the generation is over

Max out Mischief Skill

Max out Sculpting

Max out Gardening

Max out Herbalism (if Outdoor retreat is owned)

Home/Building:

You must start your build as a single hut and grow from there, limited to garden decor, but not exclusive to plumbing, lighting, and cooking.

Basement must be built… for obvious reasons

Children:

You can have as many children as you’d like but the main focus is Cronos.

Once Cronus is of age, he may start looking for his “Rhea”

Succession:

When Ouranos/Uranus is an elder he must fight with his son Cronos and be banished from the lot. (You can get creative with this or just have him move out)

This will end Generation alpha with Cronus taking over. 

Generation Beta: The Creation 2

Just like his father before him Cronos found out through the prophecies that one of his children will overthrow him and become ruler, Rhea is not pleased by this and devises a plan just like her mother (in law) before her. You may start to have jobs/careers this generation

Cronos:

* Career: Criminal

* Aspiration: Public Enemy

* Traits

   * Hot-Headed

   * Hates Children

   * Glutton

Spouse:

Must Have:

AT LEAST family oriented trait

Game Play:

All Aspirations must be completed before this generation is over

Max out Mischief Skill

Max out Fitness/Wellness

Home/Building:

Keep the basement from the previous generation

You are no longer restricted to just garden decor

No Modern Decor

Children:

Like his father before him, Cronos and Rhea should have Zeus’s siblings first, then Zeus. Have Zeus be sent off to live with some mages (if you have Realm of Magic) or make a foster family. And never have contact with him again until he is a teenager (You may switch back and forth between the households) 

Zeus may start to look for his “Hera” 

Succession: 

Like the previous Generation once Cronos is an old man who fights with his son (teenage) Zeus multiple times. Cronos then dies from exhaustion or anger (you can cheat this) and Zeus takes over. 

This will end generation Beta with Zeus succeeding his Father.

Generation Gamma: A New Age and Ruler

Once Cronos is out of the picture for good, Zeus can marry his beloved sweetheart Hera. But, he can keep his adulterous ways to himself, right... right?

Zeus

* Career: Astronaut

* Aspiration: Serial Lover

* Traits:

  * Romantic

  * Family-Oriented

  * Non-Committal

Spouse:

 Must Have:

AT LEAST Jealousy trait

Gameplay: 

As a toddler and child max out almost if not all skills and 

Must have fulfilled serial romantic aspiration and have as many kids and lovers as possible

Get caught cheating

Must reach level 10 in the Astronaut career

Max out Charisma Skill

Max out Fitness Skill

Max out Logic Skill

Home/Building:

Get rid of the basement, it’s no longer needed.

Children:

Have four children with Hera (Ares, Hebe, Eileithya, and Hephaestus(by Hera cheating on Zeus))

Have Athena (different woman)

Have Apollo and Artemis (twins and different woman)

Have Persephone (different woman)

Have Aphrodite (different woman)

Have Hermes (different woman)

Have Heracles(Greek)/Hercules(Roman) (different woman)

Have Perseus (different woman)

By the end of this generation, you should have 12 kids in total. (This is also where things get tricky. Pick a number 1-9 and you will have to play that child’s legacy or you stick to the route I’ve provided!)

Generation Delta: The God of War

Ares never did have the proper love he wanted from his father and mother, as he was constantly being outshone by his dear sister Athena; and as a result he grew bitter, and began to tread down a dark path, knowing that nobody had truly cared what he did… all except one.

Ares

* Career: Secret Agent

* Aspiration:Public Enemy

* Traits

 * Mean

 * Hot-Headed

 * Loner

Spouse:

Never marry but have a girlfriend move in with you

Gameplay

As a toddler have the independent trait

Reach minimum skill level for toddler

Reach level 10 in the Secret Agent Career (Villain Route)

Max out in Mischief

Go to War (The Trojan War via cowplant OR if you have Strangerville The Mother Plant)

Make as many enemies as possible

Have your family despise you

Make AT LEAST three friends

Children

Harmonia

Deimus and Phobos

Eros

This will end generation Delta, which leaves you one of two options, You can choose Eros’s route or Harmonia.

Generation Epsilon: Eros, God of Love

You are Eros, God of Love, taking after your mother. Growing up you could see why the rest of the family despised your father and made a vow to never turn out like him, unlike your two brothers.

Eros:

 * Career:Freelancer

 * Aspiration: Soulmate

 * Traits

  * Romantic

  * Art Lover

  * Perfectionist

Gameplay

As a toddler have the charmer trait

You are your mother’s baby boy, max out in everything

As a child have a crush on your best friend (Psyche)

Your mother and crush dislike each other

Your mother forbids you from seeing your Crush and you have to hide yourself in a bear suit until you are a young adult

Have an argument with your mother and secretly elope with your best friend/lover and move out and live happily ever after.

Generation Epsilon pt. 2: Harmonia, Goddess of Concord and Harmony

Like your brother before you, you came to quickly realize why your father was despised by everyone he ever came across, and was doted on by your mother as to distract from how terrible your father was… but will this come back to bite you in the butt?

Harmonia

* Career: Law

* Aspiration: Friend of The World

* Traits:

  * Bookworm

  * Neat

  * Good

Children:

Ino

Polydorus

Autonoe

Agave

Semelee

Illyrius

 Gameplay

As a toddler have the charmer trait

Max out every skill as a toddler and most skills as a child

Have 5 friends as a child

Have 10 friends as a teen

You fall in love with your childhood crush Cadmus

As a young adult/adult marry Cadmus

Inherit an heirloom (it can be a misc. Decoration item)

Choose a negative lot trait, this lot trait will be passed down from generation to generation.

Generation Van: Semelee

You are Semelee, and just like our mother you followed in her footsteps to work in law enforcement.

Semelee:

 * Career: Law

 * Aspiration: Big Happy Family

 * Traits

   * Gloomy (this is because of the heirloom, and lot trait)

   * Good

   * Ambitious

Gameplay

Have Logic skill level 1

Max out cooking

Max out Gardening

Get pregnant

Die after having child (you can cheat this)

Generation Van pt. 2: Dionysus

Dionysus

Career: Actor (if you have Get Famous)

        Entertainment Career

Aspiration: Party Animal

Traits:

* Romantic

* Materialistic

* Bro

Gameplay

As a toddler, have the wild trait

Host a party every sim week

Create a club with nothing but women (if you have Get Together)

Max out in Gardening 

Max out in Charisma

Max out in Cooking

Have your mother come back to life

Die by Cowplant

Have your mother bring you back to life

While partying one night you fall in love with a beautiful woman

I worked really hard on creating my own Legacy challenge, as I’ve been super into Greek Mythology as of late. I sincerely hope you guys enjoy this short, but very fulfilled Legacy Challenge

[rubykgrant]

I would VERY much like to see more of that Simulation AI au! Particularly interactions with the Reds and Blues! Caboose and Theta being such good friends, Sister flirting with Delta, Simmons and Grif hanging with Eta and Iota, Theta learning stuff from Doc, Sarge appreciating new troops, Lopez appreciating fellow computer people, etc.

Oh it definitely has a lot of fun potential... I really do just wish we could have had everybody interacting with all the Fragments in the series (which is half my motivation for bringing back Church and Tex in my whole big story-line; the Fragments are back too, everybody has fun~). It has been a while since I played around with the AI/Sim Trooper AU... I think the general concept I had was the Fragments get split into their Red/Blue team assignments, but by being there they kind of make a lot of the fighting go differently (they get hurt considerably less, except for Church, who is still cursed to get wrecked). When Blue Team calls out for help, the Reds say it isn't fair they don't get assistance too (even though they didn't just suffer a hit, but whatever). So, TWO Freelancers show up; Wash is sent to the Blues, and the Reds get *drum roll* the one, the only, CAROLINA!

Immediately, Wash hates how unfair this is. Carolina is still very competitive, but she's had a slightly less INTENSE time (Project Freelancer itself hasn't fallen apart in this AU... yet), so she's kind of just getting a chuckle out of bullying Wash. Church, now in his own robot body because he's a "ghost", isn't helping his side because he keeps laughing at everything she says. I had this vague idea of Sigma and Gamma, AKA Gary, working with Wyoming and Maine, but still in their robot bodies only occasionally doing "ghost stuff" (eventually, Sigma trusts Maine enough to talk about what has happened to almost everybody he knows, and Maine actually suggests telling Connie. things go MUCH differently, but Project Freelancer still gets burned. meanwhile, Gary starts telling Wyoming he's a robot ghost from the future, and Wyoming is like- "Sure". they don't totally trust each other, but they appreciate what they can do together. eventually, when Wyoming is being a jerk, Gary sides with the other Fragments)

I think? I had the idea for an eventual Meta Tucker scenario??? Definitely not like the situation with the first Meta we see, or the version in Restoration... the general idea was, when all the AI get together to go try and stop the Director, Carolina coming along to help, they leave all the other behind to protect them. The only one who stayed with the Reds and Blues was Church... but he winds up going to, catching up with them (still denying he's an AI, but... yeah). An EMP TEMPORARILY wiped the Fragments and Church (they can be reactivated later). Tucker is rather devastated at the loss of his friend, and the only AI who escape the EMP are; Beta and Epsilon. Theoretically, Epsilon's memories could revive the others, but he's stuck in his unit "sleeping". Tex and Tucker keep trying to get the Director and the other AI units (so I guess this is less of a Meta Tucker, and more just Tucker going on a solo adventure with Tex as his AI companion). Wash is the one who manages to wake up Epsilon, and finally the other AI (who at last remember EVERYTHING. it isn't quite the same, but Wash re-lives all the traumatic memories the AI went through with Epsilon, so it still wasn't exactly FUN)

[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 504

Let’s make this one quick, because tbh I really dgaf about Alicia and Isiah and I’m almost done with Maas’ new book so if any other’s in the Maaslander squad wanna chat about it, I have feelings.

They’re really dragging this Bonnet thing out, aren’t they. I mean, the books did too, but they could have, ya know, AdApTeD. Le sigh.

Hallo the house is the olde timey version of texting “here” when you get to your buddy’s place.

This episode could really be titled Men Suck.

I mean really. Roger? The Browns? Bonnet? Even fucking Elijah Ford manages to suck and we never even see him!

Jamie doesn’t suck much in this episode. Which is a nice change of pace for him. But he’s been headcanon’ed beyond recognition so whatevs.

Fergus doesn’t suck. Fergus is always the exception who can hang with the ladies because he’s cool enough to be in the good squad.

I just fucking love Fergus ok.

As someone who *hates* shopping, back in the day shopping seems like my exact version of hell.

Also, like, have these fuckers not learned their lessons about not communicating? They don’t need to fucking tell everyone the whole truth, but come the fuck on. They can at least give the Ridge Squad a heads up to not fuck with rando Irishmen who may show up.

I swear, they’re all so dumb it hurts.

Also, Bree, girl. You’re talking to an old Scottish lady. Maybe don’t shit on the Irish in a way that also directly applies to her.

Alicia was Mr. Darcy’s daughter on Ripper Street, right? She looks super familiar.

I’m offended on Fergus’ behalf that they’re wasting so much of his whisky with that leaky stopper, tbh.

Ah, toxic masculinity and patriarchal bullshit. Right up there with rape as my FaVoRiTe way to demonstrate that ye olde times sucked.

It’s like dialed to 11 this episode so obvi I spent the majority of it rolling my eyes.

The Jamie and Claire with the baby stuff was solid though.

And thank fuck they refer to her as Bonnie. Like, Diana is notoriously bad with names, but come the fuck on. Alicia Brown and Alicia Beardsley in like the same few chapters? THERE ARE A LOT OF NAMES IN EXISTENCE, DIANA. IT’S OK TO BRANCH OUT A BIT.

Every time something like this comes up, I remember that there’s another random Randall but like as a first name, I think, in the Gathering Without End. Because of course.

Fergus should really be a fucking diplomat. I mean really.

I am approximately 1000% over sing-alongs with Roger. Can we hang the fucker already so he can’t talk anymore?

Yay freedom! You know what goes well with freedom? An incestuous throuple. You do you, Beardsleys.

“You’re 14.” “Uh, I am clearly in my mid-20s.” “Nope, 14.” “Cool cool. Message received.”

“Congratulations, you work fast milord.” I JUST FUCKING LOVE FERGUS SO MUCH.

Seriously, this show needs more Fergus. Also more Fergus, Bree and Marsali bonding. Like, if we’re gonna have an episode about randos, we clearly could have better used the time to have the Fraser kiddos bonding.

“When in Rome...” STFU, Roger. Cosplaying your way through history like you’re on a fieldtrip isn’t cute. It’s fucking annoying. And you wonder why Jamie doesn’t like you. You are an eminently unlikable person.

Roger would def be the guest the hosts in Westworld want to kill.

The only good part about this side-quest is that there’s so much of Jamie telling Roger he sucks. And really, I’m here for any and all of Roger being told he sucks.

Ok but literalol at how badly Caitriona/Claire knocked over her mug. She like put it down fine and then tipped it over.

Oh hey, I wonder who that rando doctor who gives the weird advice is.

Lucinda is a cinnamon roll.

“Beauchamp, Randall, Fraser, now Rawlings? Ye have another husband I should ken about?” “Well, not yet, but you know your buddy who’s in love with you? Well...”

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Randall Fraser Randall Fraser Grey Fraser is a very respectable name.

DON’T MAKE FUN OF THE DRINK OF FERGUS’ PEOPLE, BROWN MAN.

Literally the whole time in Brownsville all I could think was fuck, I really don’t want them to do the ABOSAA bit with them next season but I know they’re gonna and I already don’t want to waste time doing fucking recaps.

I’m bored.

Fuck there’s still half an hour left.

“What sort of man would I be if I allowed a lady to sleep out with the militia on a cold, dark night?” Idk, the kind of man whose people kidnap and rape a lady? *preemptive rage intensifies*

I know I should be freaking out that Bree’s freaking out that Bonnet kidnapped Jemmy, but all I could think of is the old podsa ads for SimpliSafe.

The Ridge needs SimpliSafay.

I fucking hate this storyline with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, but I fucking love Marsali.

Omfg I know it’s Brownsville but them all being Browns is fucking like GoT shit. Like, diversify your gene pool, y’all.

Ok, glad there’s finally a Marsali and Bree scene. But I still wish they could hang and like chat about stuff like pals.

That being said, MARSALI IS A FUCKING SAINT AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

And of course, more violence against women. Because we can’t go two seconds without reminding the audience that the past is Bad and Dangerous for women.

Also, is Marsali still preggo? Which baby are we on? What time is it? How much longer is left in this season episode?

Cute of Claire to be like hey, Rog, Jamie’s trusting you with me! His favorite thing! Like Jamie’s not actually trusting Claire with his daughter’s dipshit husband.

Oh hey, remember how Brianna can draw Bonnet fairly accurately? Sure would be nice if there was a way to, idk, show those pics to folks on the Ridge. Just spit-balling here, but like, maybe giving folks a heads up would be a good idea. Kind of like how she fuCKING COULD HAVE DRAWN ROGER LAST YEAR BECAUSE TALKING ABOUT HER BOYFRIEND IS A NORMAL THING TO DO WITH FAMILY AND THEN WE WOULDN’T HAVE HAD ROGERGATE AND OMFG THE DUMB. IT HURTS SO MUCH.

Claire just fucking yeeted that baby lol.

For real though, literalol at Jamie like taking his coat off and being all dramatic as he prepares to... play DDR.

omega psi chi phi upsilon tau sigma rho pi omicron xi nu mu lambda kappa iota theta eta zeta epsilon delta gamma beta alpha

Drunk!Claire is back!

I fucking love drunk!Claire. So does Jamie.

The scene where they talk about raising the baby together is adorable. But also, like, Jamie, you’re grandparents now. All the good parts of parenting with none of the shitty parts! And y’all have been through enough shit in your lives that you deserve all the fluffy grandparenting!

“And Marsali and Fergus... Well, I’m sure they will keep the Ridge sufficiently populated if that’s what you’re worried about.” “ Yeah, that lass is with child every time Fergus lays eyes upon her.” WHERE IS THE LIE THO.

Joking aside though, they’d better keep giving Marsali more stuff to do than spit out babies. *aggressively side-eyes a certain author who DiDn’T lIkE wRiTiNg AbOuT kIdS*

Good on them for tweeting out the suicide prevention hotline. Literally the least they can do.

I’m barely really trying to give a shit about Alicia and Isiah, but alas, idgaf.

Literally the only good thing about this whole story line is Isiah being like “step the fuck off, you raging hypocrites” to Roger and Jamie.

[sky-scribbles]

Some Chargestep cuddling for warmth because it’s cold, I’m sappy, and I was begged to write it. ~1400 words, nb!Sidestep x m!Ortega, Sidestep days, Ortega POV. Tw: mentions of canon-typical injury.

You hate waking from unconsciousness. But this isn’t so bad.

There’s no pitched battle seething around you, like usual. Instead there are arms, familiar arms, holding you still as you move to rise. A groan slops from your lips and the arms squeeze tighter. A voice says, ‘It’s okay. I got you.’

You breathe, blink, and the grey fuzz of your vision resolves itself. Into Wren. They’re kneeling, mask off, face smeared with bruises, and you’re draped over their lap with your head against their arm. The dull concrete walls of a warehouse surround you, and the air against your face is cold - but Wren, Wren is warm.

‘Hey,’ you manage, and their lips flicker into a smile.

‘Don’t move,’ they say.

Their eyes are fixed not on your face, but on your arms, where they’ve peeled back your suit to above your elbows. A tangle of cables snakes from the exposed ports across the room and into a fuse box. It’s a bizarre awakening, finding yourself at the centre of a labyrinth of wires, like you’re the product of a bizarre summoning circle.

(Your suit is unzipped at the back, too, baring the spinal ports. Which means the skin there is separated from Wren’s skin only by their coat and suit. Your breathing hitches in a way that’s nothing to do with the beating you took.)

‘Your mods went into overload.’ Wren’s arms uncoil from around you, and you almost grab them before they can let go. But they move too fast, and your limbs are too heavy, and a second later they’ve propped you against the cold of the wall, not the warmth of their lap. ‘I dragged you here, dug up some cables, and plugged you into the mains. Switched on your emergency venting.’

‘Mierda,’ you say, with feeling. Because that’s closer than even you usually come to death. ‘What would I do without you?’

‘All kinds of dumb shit.’

This time, you catch the nervous tremble of their lip, so you squeeze their arm. ‘Wouldn’t want that. Thanks, Wren.’

They look away, wrapping their arms around their body as if your gratitude is somehow dangerous. ‘Epsilon got away. You fried her armour with that last hit, and she ran. I could have gone after her, but you were…’

They gesture at your jury-rigged charging ports, your bloodied knuckles, your bruised face.

‘Don’t beat yourself up. Not for saving my ass.’ You give their arm one last squeeze before letting them go. ‘I mean, it’s a good one. Someone’s gotta keep it intact.’

Wren rolls their eyes, but there’s the faintest of smiles on their face as they reach down to detach the wires. ‘You’re back to full capacity. If you’re okay to move, and you’re not too worried about your ass, we should get after her.’

You push yourself a little more upright. ‘Wait. How long was I out?’

‘A few hours. It’s past midnight.’ Wren doesn’t look up from the cables. ‘I let her get away, and now she’s ahead of us, we need to –’

‘Have you slept?’

This time they do look up, and you know those eyes well enough to see the tiredness in them. ‘No. She might have come back to finish the job.’

You’re still groggy, because your body feels how nearly it died – but that’s not what makes you shake your head. It’s the darkness seeping in through the windows, the fact that you’re close enough to the desert and deep enough into winter that the night is biting. That Wren’s shivering under their coat. That they stayed awake for hours, cradling you, guarding you, keeping you warm.

‘Not a chance,’ you say, and pat the floor beside you. ‘You need to sleep.’

‘That could give her time to fix her armour -’

‘And it gives you a chance to not fight her half-asleep.’ They hesitate, and you roll your eyes. ‘Jesus, Wren. You don’t get to keep my dumb ass alive if you won’t let me keep your dumb ass alive.’

A half-second where they hover, biting their lip, watching you. Then they tuck their gun back into their belt and slump onto the floor beside you. ‘Ricardo Ortega, are you seriously arguing for caution?’

‘Where you’re concerned, yeah. Always.’

They raise their eyebrows, and you shrug and smile. Some things are not negotiable. Wren’s safety is one of them.

(You found that out after Psycopathor. After the way they screamed as the wreckage shifted and crushed them further into the ground.

Did they feel like that today? Burn like that, hearing you cry out, watching you fall?)

They fold their mask into a pillow and curl into a ball, drawing their knees against their chest. Still shivering, and you roll your eyes. ‘Wren. Don’t lie there on your own, it’s freezing.’

‘I’m good.’

You’re not having that. ‘Well, I’m cold.’

You lift one arm, and they glare at you for a second, then huff. ‘Do not make this weird.’

Which, fair. You kissed those bruised lips, after you dug Wren from the rubble. And then you never talked about it, because you were too afraid to hear them tell you it was a mistake, a brief madness, it won’t happen again. You’ve kept up the flirting and the grins, and Wren hasn’t stopped you. But every day you both act as if you never found out what it was like to feel the other’s breath in your lungs. That definitely qualifies as weird. 

But Wren shifts over anyway, rests their head against you, lets you drape your arm over their shoulders.

They’re a quick sleeper. A few minutes and their breathing’s different, slower, softer. And you hold them against you, wishing things weren’t weird so that you could play with their hair a little. You settle for watching their face, mapping out imaginary constellation-lines between their moles. An hour in, and the rhythm of your breathing has steadied to match theirs. You’re not close enough to feel their heartbeat but you can somehow sense it, as if every inch of your body has attuned to them.

It occurs to you that you’d really, really like to kiss them again.

But even more, you want to not do it, so they can sleep. You want to let Wren rest, hold them and feel their heartbeat, not because you think they’re fragile but because you know they’re strong. And you want them to be strong when you find Epsilon again, because then they can’t be hurt. You want them to never hurt again. You want  –

Shit, you want so much. You want everything. You don’t ever want your lungs to stop matching Wren’s breathing. You want to stroke their hair away from their face. You want to warm their body against yours until they forget what it was ever like to be cold.

A breath leaves you, slow, crystallising in the air before dispersing. It’s cold, and Wren’s warm, and you –

- You’re in love with them, of course.

Now how the hell did that happen?

Wren stirs in their sleep, and you let out another breath. Later. Later, you’ll give a damn. Later you’ll second-guess and soul-search and flail over what you’re supposed to do about this. But right now Wren is asleep against you and there are goosebumps running through your insides, and you’re smiling, you’re full, and you love them.

And maybe you run your thumb over their cheek. Ever so slightly. Barely enough to feel the friction of their skin against yours.

When they stir awake a few hours later, there’s a moment where they look at you. And you’re still looking at them, and you both know why you’re looking, and it would be so easy to lean a little closer and –

But you’re pretty sure that would qualify as making it weird, so you just smile and bop their forehead with one finger.

And it doesn’t feel all that strange, walking out into the morning together, laughing with them and fighting with them and knowing that you love them. You’ll deal with it later, so for now it just feels a little breathless, and a little cosy. Like jolting from unconsciousness into warm and waiting arms.

[btgalaxy]

Moonlight - Jungkook wolf!au

➳ pairing: jungkook x reader

➳ genre: wolf!au, a little bit of everything tbh; angst, fluff, smut

➳ word count: 4.6k

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Chapter 6

         You shove Taehyung away and whip your head around in the direction of Jungkook’s booming voice. Fear immediately fills your body and you contemplate running as far and as fast as you can, only to be stopped by the undeniable fact that Jungkook would easily catch you in a heartbeat. You’re at a loss for words as you take in his fuming appearance, jaw clenched and chest heaving.

“So this is what you ran for, hm? A new “friend” I suppose,” Jungkook seethes as he glares at Taehyung with pure ferocity.

“Jungkook, it’s not what it looks like,” Taehyung responds cautiously, “But I know what you did to her.” He guides you behind him as he speaks both firmly yet carefully, however this gesture only further infuriates Jungkook and you swear through his anger you see regret flash behind his eyes.

Jungkook is quick to regain himself, though, “If you don’t back away from her in the next three seconds, I will not hesitate to rip you apart.” He growls, claws already out and eyes trained on his target.

“I move when she tells me to, not you,” Taehyung retaliates. You can hear Jungkook’s growl intensify beneath the words and you know you can’t drag Taehyung into your mess. This was never your intentions.

“Taehyung, it’s fine,” you mutter, your tone wavering slightly.

He glances back at you momentarily “If you don’t want to go with him, you don’t have to.”

“That’s not your decision to make!” You can tell it’s taking every last ounce of Jungkook’s self control to not attack Taehyung right then and there because despite the current situation, Taehyung was still an ally and someone who Jungkook considered a friend as you’re aware of. You move away from behind the foreign Alpha and as soon as you do, Jungkook makes deathly eye contact with you.

“Y/N,” he growls darkly, staring you dead in the eye, “Get over here. Right now.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as your feet stay firmly planted next to Taehyung. You can’t find it in you to simply back over into his arms, as much as your wolf wants you to. Being near him when he’s like this, practically foaming at the mouth in anger, honestly makes your stomach churn with nerves.

“Y/N,” he breathes sharply enough to make his nostrils flare slightly, “Don’t make a scene.”

“She’s not the one causing a scene,” Taehyung defends you.

“Don’t fucking talk to me- she’s my mate. You’re lucky I haven’t ripped your head off for betraying me like this.”

Taehyung looks taken aback, “Betraying?”

Your mate scoffs humourlessly, glancing to the side as he rolls his tongue into the side of his cheek, “Taking my mate from me. You epitomise the definition of betrayal.”

You widen your eyes at Jungkook’s misunderstanding. He thinks that Taehyung invited you here, that you came by his request. That he must’ve encouraged you to leave. A dreadful sense of foreboding hits you like a hurricane.

“Jungkook, that’s not-,“ you attempt to speak but you’re interrupted by the man beside you.

“If you think so lowly of me then why haven’t you attacked?” Taehyung taunts and you instinctively shut your eyes, praying Jungkook stays calm.

“Even some manipulator like you wouldn’t stand a chance against Red Moon,” your mate barks out, seething.

Tae retorts quickly, “I don’t know; I have a feeling we’d be alright against an Alpha that can’t even control his own mate, let alone a pack.”

Jungkook darts forwards, “It was you that took-“

You can’t watch these two Alphas fight over something you’ve done, so you immediately jump forwards, pressing your hands to Jungkook’s chest to stop him before yelling up to draw his attention.

“He never coerced me into coming here, you moron!” Everyone stills at your sudden outburst and disrespect of the Alpha, “I left by my own will.” Your words even leave you somewhat in shock as Jungkook instantly quietens after your revelation, and you can feel through his thin shirt his attempts to regulate his breathing. You retract your hands speedily, processing what you’ve just done as your mate sends a final ruthless glance to Taehyung.

“Jungkook-” You’re cut off by his killer grip on your wrist as he practically drags you towards his car. You look back at Taehyung who appears to be plotting his next move, but you shake your head and mouth a frantic ‘sorry’ to him as you stumble away. Confusion laces his expression and he knows he should be doing something, but if you really don’t want him involved, he’ll stay out of it; for now.

You turn your head to look up at Jungkook and you’re unsure of how you feel. You understand why he’s upset and you wish he found you under better circumstances, but can he really not understand how you felt when he forcibly marked you? He didn’t have your consent and frankly that is not okay and that is why you left. The only thing that’s stopping you from running back to Taehyung and agreeing to stay with him, however, is the instinctual comfort you feel next to your mate- the comfort and warmth and completeness that you’ll only ever feel with him, for him.

Before you know it, you’re launched into the back seat of his car next to Jimin who looks at you pitifully; you can’t help the shame that envelopes you near instantly.

The car ride back to Red Moon is torturous. There’s a tense silence the entire way, leaving you to elicit thoughts of what could be next. Does the rest of Red Moon know? What is Jungkook going to do? You doubt Jungkook didn’t kick up a huge fuss the whole time knowing him and his sheer possessiveness. You can’t imagine what’s he done to Jin, who you deceived into leaving you for those few minutes in which you made your escape. He must hate you.

You’re so busy playing through every possible scenario of Jungkook torturing your innocent friend in your head that you don’t realize you’ve come back home; well, back to Jungkook’s home. You’re again pulled out of the car, but this time by Jimin. You’re thankful that he’s a bit gentler than your mate, but you know he would be merciless if you tried anything.

“Take her up to our room. I’m going to give the orders for more Epsilon shifts,” Jungkook snarls, back facing the two of you as he holds a stealthy grip on the car door handle.

Jimin gives a curt nod before gently tugging on your wrist. For a moment you try to resist, staring at Jungkook helplessly with wide eyes, but you aren’t even sure what to say to him, what the point even is trying to disobey him anymore. You submit to the strength of Jimin’s pull towards the steps to the house, stumbling behind him.

If Red Moon and Jungkook’s house felt foreign beforehand, now it feels like a whole other universe. You feel wrong and out of place, like an unwelcomed guest being shown to their room, and you can tell by the bags under Jimin’s eyes and the way his muscles are tensing you really aren’t welcomed right now.

Jimin nods his head into the room silently when you reach the doorframe, eyes glistening with restrained anger and lips pursed. You really want to apologise to him at this point- it wasn’t him you were trying to escape or cause hassle too- but perhaps a begging for forgiveness right now will just piss him off further. You hang your head as you walk into the room.

“Thank you,” you mumble, quietly.

You hear the creak of the door shutting, when it stops momentarily as Jimin speaks, “He was out of his mind. How could you.”

And the door’s shut.

You break into sobs- the ugly kind where you can’t prohibit it and instead yield to the endless stream of tears that have been pricking at your eyes since you arrived back here. You clamber onto the bed, barely able to breathe, and you curl up under the covers, soaking the pillows as you bawl relentlessly into them. Whoever’s in the house must be able to hear you crying like some child, but you just can’t stop it; it’s like your own form of psychological punishment for escaping your mate and leaving his pack to deal with the consequences. You don’t even know exactly why you’re crying; because you left or because you were caught.

You aren’t exactly sure when you fall asleep, but eventually the emotional and physical exhaustion catches up to you and you drift in and out of a light slumber, never even reaching the deepest sleep phase to feel suitably rested. You dream briefly that you’re back at home, at Scarlet Oak, back before everything changed. Going on a run with Hobi, your father, June off with her secret boyfriend and promising to gush to you about him once you’re back, and then you sprint off into a playful chase with your best friend and your father struggling to keep up. Then once you’re all completely spent and collapse into a heap back at home they’re all round for dinner, passing round a plate of meats and chips and vegetables and whatever else your father actually knows how to cook (at risk of being teased all evening). You miss them. 

You glance over at the landline hub, only to see it’s empty. You really expected no less- it was highly unlikely Jungkook would leave you to phone up your father and tell him what an awful time you’re truly having.

By nightfall you’re fully awake. You’re still too drained to cry, however, so you slowly move to your feet and over to the cupboard to take out a thin dressing gown. You must’ve taken off your clothes as you’re left only in your underwear, feeling rather icky from the dampness of sweat.

You amble over to the window, where you look down to see Jungkook’s car isn’t parked in the driveway as you expected. But there’s no way he’s left you here unsupervised- you can see the backs of three or four wolves scattered around the house on guard, and you get the feeling they aren’t really there to stop anything coming in to the house, rather watching for anything going out.

You exhale loudly, encasing your arms around yourself to provide a little comfort and decide to take a bath to calm your nerves and maybe soothe the aching muscles in your legs from running so hard and fast all the way to Crimson Lake. Striding into the bathroom, you approach the scrupulously cleaned bathtub, sparkling under the artificial light and you turn the faucet to release a steady stream of water, slowly beginning to fill the large tub as you turn to search the cupboards for some bubble bath or foam of some sort. Nothing is found, however, and you instead opt to search the cupboards in the bedroom; it’s not like they aren’t yours to pry through anyway- you live here now.

You pull back the mirrored doors, kneeling down to push past the bottom of Jungkook’s clothing; a variety of shirts, tees and jumpers mainly, with a few blazers too. You’ve barely seen him wear any of this- you could barely imagine the thought of him in a suit. The image sets your wolf off internally, revelling in the vision of your mate emanating not only wolf authority, but human as well as he would stride in his expensive ensemble. You suddenly become so distracted by the dreamed picture of Jungkook that you accidentally put your hand through the lid of a box, messily pushing through the old cardboard.

“Shit,” you mutter, pulling it out so you can see the damage clearer. Fucking hell­- you’ve practically mutilated the thing, not that it looks like it’s worth much. What does catch your eye, though, is the items it contains.

You pull back the damaged lid and push it aside, gently reaching in to pull out a worn photograph. You hold the small polaroid between your index and thumb, processing the image in front of you. It’s clearly of Jungkook- a younger Jungkook, maybe about 5 or 6 years old- sat next to a Christmas tree glowing warmly and coated in gold and silver baubles with ribbons tied on its branches. Small Jungkook is grinning profusely down at a box in his hand as the light reflects on his face, making his skin glow like a yellow flame and project a profound joy. You’ve never seen him smile like that, so genuinely happily and carefree.

The next photo shows an older man, holding a close resemblance to your mate. His father. You frown softly, analysing the features of the man mid-laugh as he holds up a David Bowie CD with a humorous glint in his eyes. A subtle smile pricks at the corners of your lips, picking up the next photo of Jungkook with his father, taken with the small boy already thrown into the air and his dad’s arms above his head ready to catch. Why on earth did Jungkook want to hide him? From these you can see only a loving relationship.  

The final photo in the box reveals a three membered family, a young boy grinning with flour smeared across his face as the father’s shirt is stained with some green icing. Then there’s a woman that only appears in this image, clearly suppressing a smile as she stares down the two males having made a mess of the kitchen. She bears only a small resemblance to Jungkook, but nonetheless she’s clearly his mother. They have the same eyes; the same chocolate orbs that glisten like a plate of silver.

At the bottom of the box you notice a few crumpled, shredded pieces of some sort of letter that have clearly been thrown in. At first you hesitate- perhaps this is exceeding your limits of how much exactly is appropriate for you to investigate, but curiosity gets the better of you as you examine the words.

There isn’t too much you can decipher really, a part from a very distinct ‘love, Dad’ at the end. Besides that a few words catch your eye: ‘ranks’, ‘mother’, ‘end to’, ‘blinded by tradition’. It’s too battered for you to make out. You take out the remaining pieces of the letter, ready to piece them together when there’s suddenly a knock at the door. Shit.

“Y/N?” Jin’s voice is muffled by the wood.

You frantically begin hurling everything back into the small container, “Ah- um, just a second!”

You’re rapid to shut the lid closed once everything is back inside and shove it into the cupboard, slamming the door shut then taking a large step back, looking guilty as a child poking their nose where it doesn’t belong. You quickly regain composure, however, blinking your eyes before swinging open your bedroom door to reveal the guard you haven’t seen since you ran from him two days ago.

“Jin,” you breathe, observing the bags under his eyes, very similar to Jimin’s and the tired look strewn across his face. “I- I was about to take a bath.”

He nods, glancing down, “I’ll come back later.”

He turns to leave, but you swiftly reach forward and grasp his forearm, “No, no it’s fine. You can come in now.”

You swallow nervously as he nods in agreement, stalking past you to hesitantly sit at the foot of your bed, the only sound filling the silence between you the running water in the bathroom.  

“One second,” you mutter, jogging into the en-suite and turning the valves each side of the tap before the water overflows. You hold tightly onto the small cogs then squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply, seeking some sort of repose, but nothing comes; you’re instead left feeling suffocated by the steam of the hot water, seeping up into your pores and restricting your breath.

Back in the bedroom, Jin sits cautiously, fiddling with the hem of his jumper and averting his focal point around each of the walls unceremoniously.

“Sorry,” you mumble, walking back in somewhat shamefully and standing uncomfortably next to the window, arms folded across your chest.

Jin stares at the ceiling for a second, grazing across the pendant lights before turning to look back at you, “So where did you go?”

The simplicity of the question catches you off guard so you instinctively begin stammering all over the place, “Um- I- I went West, a while, I mean- I reached Crimson Lake.”

He nods silently in response, seemingly beginning to analyse the bedroom you’re restricted to at the moment, eyes lingering over the vintage picture frames hung on the wall. Jungkook seems to have a thing for retro style furnishing, as you’ve deducted from a pretty consistent theme throughout the house- it even reaches the bathrooms with the vintage tubs and laminated checked flooring. Jin stands up to move closer to the picture, admiring the black and white shop window.

“He broke a lot of shit once he realised you were gone,” he says, near emotionlessly, “He shattered everything in the pack house- including every plate, glass; even punched through one of the windows like it was nothing.”

You can’t look at him knowing you did what you did to him, “I never-“

“He threatened to have me thrown into the cells for letting you go,” he interrupts you, “He thought I helped for a while- that was a pretty bad hour. Then he began throwing about orders that if you weren’t found he’d personally decapitate every person that could’ve prevented you from leaving, and unsurprisingly I was at the top of that list.” He doesn’t look away from the photograph, instead slowly backs up till his knees hit the mattress and he slumps down, still staring undisturbedly.

“I’ve never seen someone so angry. His eyes were black the entire time you were gone, and he wouldn’t let anyone leave nor rest till you were found. Everyone’s exhausted because of you,” he sighs, and you try so hard not to cry; you’ve done enough of that recently. Instead, you take a minute step forwards, controlling your laboured breathing to look at him whole-heartedly.

“Jin, I’m so sorry,” you wet your lips, “I- I never meant for you, or anyone at Red Moon, to be treated like that because of me. If I could take it back-“

“You’d what? Give me a heads up?” He laughs humourlessly, “You’d still leave.”

You consider your actions for a moment, staring at his slouched shoulders, desperate for him to just turn and look at you, but you know that’s a long shot. He’s hurting right now; you abused his trust and now he’s rightfully angry. Apprehensively, you move to the bed, taking a seat about a person’s width away from him, joining his analysing of the small picture frame.

“It was your plan all along, to try and distract me.” His voice seems to be faltering, as if he’s reaching the end of his tether, “You lied to me and it almost cost me my position in the pack,” He turns to face you, finally, eyes brimming with emotion, “I would’ve had to have gone Rogue and you know I wouldn’t have survived.”

“I never would have allowed that to happen. I was planning on coming back!” You plea.

“After how long? A few days? A week? A month?” He shakes his head disappointedly, “The Alpha would have ripped me apart if you were gone just a few hours longer than you were. You don’t get it do you? We aren’t the same as humans- we don’t function the same way as them. There’s one person for every wolf and that is it. There is nobody else. Just them. If the Alpha loses you, well, you’ll- he’ll go insane.” He looks back at the wall, sullenly, “Losing mates is what tears wolves and packs apart. And you did it so carelessly. He’d marked you. The bond was at its most fragile.”

You want to tell him that the mark was forced, that it was non-consensual, but after hearing everything that happened while you were away you simply cannot fathom the words. Everybody’s suffered because of you. Thinking back, you didn’t really cogitate the aftermath of you leaving greatly, rather you focused more on escaping Red Moon as fast as possible.

“Jin, I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” your breathing becomes strained as you beg for your only friend’s forgiveness, “Jin I’ll do anything, I’m so sorry.” You can’t hold it back any longer as the tears spill over relentlessly, and as much as your guard wants to shut you out and maintain his stoic demeanour, he cannot just sit and watch his Luna cry, pleading for his forgiveness.

“Y/N,” he sighs, placing a hand on your hunched shoulders and rubbing his thumb back and forth cautiously. The comfort from such a minor gesture is overwhelming enough for you to spring upwards and launch your arms around his neck desperately.

“I’m so sorry.” You cry into his shoulder, body racked with sobs as he carefully places his arms back around you, very aware of his scent that could linger on your skin if he stays too close to you much longer. He doesn’t need another thing for the Alpha to threaten him for.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, “I can’t watch you cry.” His admittance makes you pull back and wipe your eyes, smiling pitifully at him through your clouded vision.

“I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you.”

He lets out a slight chuckle at your determination through his sad eyes, ruffling his hand in your hair, “You just couldn’t have run away under Jimin’s watch, eh?”

You begin laughing through the tears, still wet on your cheeks.

Jimin’s quick steps to the meeting room is the first thing Jungkook hears after the lock on the door has been shut. He appears in the door frame, sending the Alpha a forlorn look as he shuts the door behind him.

“How are you feeling now, Alpha?” Jimin asks, solemnly striding over to take a seat at the table with him.

He leans back in his chair, sighing heavily while responding with a quick, “Better.”

“I still can’t believe she’d run away from here. From her mate. What, just because she’s a bit homesick? She’s behaving as if we’re never going to allow her to see her friends and family again- and it’s only been a week!” Jimin begins ranting, but he is not in the mood for it right now. After finally coming down from the frenzy Jungkook has experienced these past few days, he feels more than exhausted- both mentally and emotionally.

“Jimin-”

“I can’t believe she’d be selfish enough to scare everyone like that. I hope she knows-”

“Jimin, it’s not her fault.” Jungkook’s comment catches him off guard, interrupting his fury.

He gapes at the Alpha incredulously, “Not her fault? What do you mean it’s not her fault? Am I supposed to believe that she accidentally set Jin up so that she could run off to that Alpha in Crimson Lake and away from you in Red Moon’s territory?” The Beta feels his irritation grow now, not only because of his Luna, but his Alpha too.

“Jimin, not now. You don’t know the whole story, so don’t get upset over something you don’t know.” Jungkook’s tone should be enough to hint at Jimin that now is not an appropriate time to discuss the matter; however, his Beta is blinded by his indignation.

“Alpha, you must see why I’d be upset. Especially after all of the chaos and pain she caused to not only you, but all of Red Moon.” Jungkook becomes aware of both the annoyance and guilt bubbling inside of him.

“Alpha, I mean no disrespect, but she acted inappropriately. We both know that she manipulated your Epsilon and caused immense unnecessary stress to both you and Red Moon. I don’t mean to overstep my boundaries as Beta, but she surely must accept majority of the blame and issue an apology to the pack?”

He tries to remain calm, but Jimin’s comments push him over the edge.

“She ran away because of me,” Jungkook states, staring blankly ahead. Jimin frowns at the Alpha, doubt and confusion evident on his features. Jungkook momentarily glances at Jimin, and upon noticing his uncertainty, reveals what he does not want to fully accept. “The night before she ran off, I’d been drinking, and my wolf just couldn’t handle waiting anymore. I came into the room and I,- I marked her.”

Jimin attempts to hide his shock, the respectable image of his Alpha now slightly tainted. “Sorry- Alpha- no, you what?”

Jungkook sighs, standing from his chair to move over to the window, “I never intended for it to happen the way it did.”

“And that’s the reason she ran?” Jimin’s eyes widen further.

Jungkook rubs his face frustratedly, “I don’t know, I haven’t exactly had a heart-to-heart with her.”

The two of them fall silent. A pregnant pause plaguing the air like a catacomb, encasing them both in the harsh truth. Jimin’s head lulls back, tongue wetting his lips as he considers your reasoning for leaving.

“So she left because of you.” The accusatory tone Jimin is using makes Jungkook feel worse, the reality of the events becoming more apparent.

Jungkook huffs angrily, “I suppose so.”

“And you still haven’t talked to her?”

“No.” Jungkook’s displeasure increases, fists begging to ball up out of frustration towards Jimin and the circumstances presented.

“So you-”

“How many times am I going to have to fucking repeat myself? I’ve already told you this,” the Alpha snaps, heaving in anger as he slams a fist to the wall. Jimin is silenced again by his Alpha’s outburst, and quickly falls into place as he rakes a hand anxiously through his hair.

“If-”, he pauses, taking in a breath, “If some of the pack members found out about this-”

“I know.” Jimin is quick to acknowledge the delicacy of the situation. In spite of that, the Beta still demands answers.

“Why would you drink like that?”

“Maybe because my mate smelled exactly like that fucking pup back at Scarlet Oak and we’d barely even spoken and I was stressed about the damn Rogues and I just started to drink.” He clenches his jaw as his tongue rolls into his cheek, “I’d prefer it if we dropped the issue now.”

“Alpha, I know it’s not exactly my place to say this, but-”

“Then you probably shouldn’t be saying it.”

Jimin plucks up the courage to defy his Alpha, speaking up nonetheless, “But it isn’t right what you did to her. I- Alpha, I think you brought this on yourself. And so you need to be the one to correct this.”

“And how the hell do you propose I do that?” Jungkook snarls, sarcasm laced in his tone like a venom.

“I think talking to her would be a good start,” Jimin speaks with a sense of finality, “I think she deserves a sincere apology and the both of you deserve a fresh start. I’ll send orders to dismiss the entirety of yesterday’s commotion and then maybe you can start again.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw before nodding slowly and somewhat thankfully- as thankful as an Alpha can be- before taking a deep breath and moving towards the door to avoid anymore conversation with his Beta about the situation, however before he gets there he’s interrupted.

“And Alpha,” Jimin remarks, “For God’s sake, don’t fuck it up this time.” 

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Elorcan One-shot

PROMPT:

So this took so much longer than I’d intended but it's PERFECT so I hope you enjoy it. Tagging everyone who liked the original prompt: @skeletons-and-flowers, @badwolf084, @athletic-book-nerd, @nalgenewhore, @mis-lil-red, @lazyperfectionistteen

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Elide laid on her stomach, sprawled on her bed with her ankles crossed in the air. It was a regular Friday night, music blaring from the small speaker on her desk. She was scrolling through Instagram as per usual when she had nothing better to do. It was the week before finals so any party going on was subdued. That’s what she should have been doing tonight- studying. Her books and notebook for Organic Chemistry were open before her, but she couldn’t concentrate.

Elide scrolled past a picture of her ex and scowled. How could she have forgotten to unfollow that scumbag? But she frowned when taking a closer look. She had unfollowed him, but who would be posting a picture of him? She clicked on the tag name, following so many people and unable to immediately recognize it.

The page opened to a friend of a friend’s page- Lysandra. One of her sorority sister’s best friends. Elide blinked in surprise. Clicking again on the picture of Aedion, with his long blond hair flowing over his shoulders while he grinned at the camera. It was a grin he’d often given her over the two years they were together.

Tears wanted to well in her eyes but Elide shoved them down. Aedion was the reason she now attended Terrasen University, they’d been high school sweethearts and won Prom King and Queen just last May.

Elide saw there were more pictures and swiped, biting down on her tongue when she saw they were indeed together in the next photo- Lysandra and Aedion. They’ve barely been broken up for a month and Aedion had already found another girlfriend.

A piece of Elide’s heart shattered. What did that say about her? What was wrong with her if he’d so easily been able to get over her? Elide hopped off the bed and left the room, weaving through the halls of the Gamma Phi Epsilon sorority house until she’d found the right door. She’d only moved into the house at the beginning of January after initiation and was still figuring out her way around. She’d been one of the lucky girls to get her own room and not have to share, perks of being a legacy Elide assumed.

Aelin answered after a moment, cute glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She looked surprised. “Elide! What’s up?” Elide had known Aelin in high school but hadn’t been super close until they’d joined the same sorority- not because Elide didn’t like her but they’d never been in the same friend groups. It had been a raving recommendation coupled with Elide being a legacy that had made her an obvious choice for ΓΦE. She was also Aedion’s cousin and looked exactly like him.

Elide shifted from foot to foot. “Hey, sorry to interrupt your studying but I had a question…. About Aedion…”

Aelin’s face shifted, her eyebrows knitted and her mouth thinning. Elide could tell the emotion wasn’t directed at her when the other girl said, “Lysandra posted something didn’t she?” Elide gave a small nod. Aelin cursed under her breath. “I told her to wait. I’m sorry, Elide. They’re not actually serious, Lysandra gets in over her head when she starts a new relationship.”

When Elide’s crestfallen expression doesn’t change, Aelin puts her hand on the shorter girl’s shoulder. Elide looks up through the thick curtain of her dark hair.

“Aedion is an asshole. Look, I’ll make Lys take it down.”

Elide gave the barest shake of her head. “No… I’m glad he’s,” she struggled to get the word out. “happy.”

Aelin sighed, drawing Elide in for a bone-crushing hug. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.” Elide returned the hug, grateful for the human contact. Aelin pulled back, her turquoise eyes fiery. “He may be my cousin, but you’re by sister now. Sisters stay together.”

Elide wiped away a tear that had fallen and gave Aelin a small smile before tracking down to the kitchen for a snack. As a sorority house filled with seventy girls, the freezer was constantly stocked with post-break-up ice cream. Elide grabbed the pint of rocky road and made her way back up to her room.

Giving up on studying, Elide piled up her pillows at the headboard and rested her back against them. Laptop balanced on a knee, she opened Netflix and clicked on something to watch that would distract her from the turmoil in her gut. Multitasking was usually the best distraction, and unable to resist herself, Elide opened Instagram once again.

The first picture on her feed left her mouth hanging open, spoon dangling from her lips. Elide practically swooned, beholding the massive golden form flexing muscles that had no right being that large. Lorcan Salvaterre was the epitome of hunk, having gained popularity and fame because of his portrayal in a popular werewolf show- not as the main love interest but the bad boy older brother.

Elide watched the show almost religiously just to see Lorcan, and the plot was decently good for a fantasy show based around romance.

The picture was actually one from the show, with Lorcan’s character, Damian, and some of the other members of the cast. Underneath was the caption, ‘You mess with my pack, you deal with me’.

Elide snorted at the cheesy line, but couldn’t resist going into the comments. She’d never left something before, but something was making her brave. There were the usual comments about how hot he was and who was looking forward to the next episode.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, Elide typed out, ‘I wish I was a part of your pack so you could help me egg my asshole ex’s house’. It was so ridiculous it made her laugh, such an impossible thing that she knew it could never happen.

~~~

Lorcan Salvaterre hated social media- it was so tedious and exhausting. He usually let his manager handle posting on it, not really caring what photos were on it. He did enjoy scrolling through the comments though, boosting his ego in ways nothing else could.

It was one comment that grabbed his attention though, something so out of left field. Lorcan clicked on her tag name – ladylochanx- and let out a breath of air. Elide Lochan. She was stunning was Lorcan’s first thought. He scrolled through her page, noticing at the top that she was a member of Gamma Phi Epsilon at TU- the campus only thirty minutes away from his apartment.

Elide was shy, that much he could tell by the few photos of herself alone. Lorcan clicked on the most recent one- showing Elide with her dark hair covering half her face. She looked solemn, dark eyes dancing at the camera as the barest of smiles hinted at her lips. Her caption was simple ‘Everything happens for a reason’. Lorcan clicked out to try to find a picture with the ex she’d mentioned in her comment, but found nothing obvious.

No, wait. A post from last May displayed Elide in a graduation gown, grinning at the camera with her arms around two blonde figures who looked like twins- a boy and a girl. The first boy Lorcan had seen on Elide’s dash. He clicked to see if the two were tagged, and indeed the girl was but the boy was not. Lorcan read the caption and found the name- Aedion. That was the guys name. The tag would’ve disappeared when Elide blocked him, but she hadn’t bothered to edit the caption.

Lorcan was out of his seat before he really knew what he was doing. Rowan Whitethorn, an old friend he’d met on set years prior, glanced up from the TV where he was playing a first-person shooter. “Where are you going?”

Lorcan didn’t glance back. “I have a request to fulfill.” Rowan merely rolled his eyes as Lorcan went to change. Elide would indeed get her wish.

~~~

It was nearly midnight when Manon appeared at Elide’s open door, lounging against the frame as if she owned it as per usual. Elide glanced up from where she was halfway through her pint, mouth full. “Can I help you?” She mumbled out, quickly pressing pause on her show.

“I see studying is going well.” Manon remarked drily, her eyebrow quirked as regarded the forgotten books at the foot of Elide’s bed.

Elide shrugged, pulling the spoon from her mouth. “I got distracted.”

Manon snorted. “Uhuh. Well, you have a visitor at the door.”

Elide’s heart jumped into her mouth. “A… a visitor?”

Manon’s arms were crossed. “Yeah and you’re lucky I was downstairs or your bootycall would’ve had to climb to your window. He’s still at the door, I told him to wait. He’s pretty hot though.”

Before Elide could say anything, Manon turned on her heel and walked out. Elide could barely process what was happening. Who could possibly have showed up at her sorority house at midnight? Aedion? The thought came and she dismissed it, not wanting to hope that her high school love had crawled back to her.

She quickly cleaned her room, shoving the books that had fallen off under her bed, snapping her laptop closed and placing it on her desk. Elide was decently cleanly, so that was the only thing out of place. She swooped up the pint of ice cream and rushed back downstairs. After depositing it back in the freezer, Elide padded to the door.

Her heart was racing in her chest as she fussed over her messy hair- pulling it down from the pony tail so it could sweep down her back. Elide was grateful she’d just done laundry and could answer the door in her favorite Gamma Phi Epsilon tank top and short pajama shorts.

Before she died of a heart attack, Elide swung open the door- and froze. She let out a small strangled gasp, eyes raking over the towering figure standing on the porch of the sorority house. Lorcan Salvaterre looked down-right rugged in black jeans and a fitted long-sleeve shirt that showed off every delightful curve of muscle on his body.

He gave her an almost nervous grin. “Elide Lochan?”

“Yes?” Elide squeaked, gripping the door out of fear her knees would give out.

Shocking her, Lorcan swept into a bow. “I’m here to make your wish come true.” Elide’s breath slipped out between her lips and she noticed that cartons tucked under Lorcan’s arm. Egg cartons. When he straightened, Lorcan looked her over with almost hungry eyes. “If we’re going to go out, you should probably put on something warmer. Here,” He pulled a dark form that had been hanging from his arm too and tossed it at her.

Elide caught it mostly out of reflex, smelling firewood and merlot. She almost dropped when she realized what it was- Lorcan’s hoodie. The smell was from him.  She was gaping at it, disbelieving eyes switching from the hoodie in her hands to gorgeous man standing before her.

Lorcan’s eyebrow lifted. “Well? Are we going to do this or what?”

Elide caught her bottom lip between her teeth before she could say ‘You can do me, that’s for sure’. “Um… you’re serious?” She found herself saying instead.

Lorcan’s thick eyebrows furrowed, a cute v appearing in his forehead. “Of course, I’m making you a member of my pack.”

Elide sputtered, heat curling in her body at the words and the rough voice he used to say them. “Why?” She was breathless and utterly confused.

Lorcan’s large shoulders shrugged, but his eyes were clear. “Because you’re beautiful and I don’t understand why your ex would break up with you.”

A blush creeped over Elide’s cheeks. She suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’ll um… I’ll go put on some pants and be right down.” Lorcan nodded, but Elide stepped aside. “You’re welcome to wait in the living room.” She peeked a glance up at him to find Lorcan’s keen gaze still on her. He followed her inside, taking in the large space.

Although there were nearly 200 girls in the sorority, only a select few were given the opportunity to live in the house. Well that and it took every bill Elide had just to afford it. Even though it would be cheaper to find roommates and live off-campus, Elide preferred the convenience.

Elide raced up the stairs to change, pressing her back into her door as she puzzled over the situation she’s found herself in. Lorcan Salvaterre was here. He was waiting downstairs. He came to help her egg Aedion’s house. Elide’s thoughts whirled. Could she actually go through with it? Well damn it to hell, she wasn’t about to let this golden opportunity to pass her by.

Elide dragged on a pair of black sweatpants over her shorts and after thoroughly smelling the hoodie pulled it over her head. Then she checked her pace going down the stairs, not content with savoring every moment of this fantasy right out of her dreams.

Lorcan was right where she’d left him and smiled up at Elide when she descended the stairs. As they left the sorority house, Lorcan pulled her arm through his so she was tight against his side. “So,” he murmured down to her. “where does this idiot ex live?”

Elide pulled him in the right direction. “Aedion is a member of the Kappa Xi’s, so he lives in their frat house. It’s a short walk down Greek Row.”

But Lorcan was smiling. “Figures. All Kappa Xi’s are assholes.”

Elide blinked up at him. “How do you know?”

He grins down at her, bright teeth flashing in the darkness. “I attended school here.”

Elide gaped. She hadn’t known this. “You went to TU?” She breathed as they walked arm in arm down the sidewalk. Lorcan guided her over the cracks and holes like a pro, truly revealing that he had indeed spent time on Greek Row.

“I graduated two years ago.”

Elide gave a small frown. “But that would’ve meant you were in college while shooting the show.”

Lorcan whistled low. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy. Had to take mostly online classes because we were traveling so much. I almost didn’t graduate on time.” His dark eyes met hers, face mostly shadowed and hard to read. “And you’re a freshman now?”

Elide shrugged. “It’s my first year at TU, but I’m technically a sophomore now because I had dual-enrollment credits coming in.”

Lorcan’s eyes widened as if he were impressed. Elide fought the urge to blush again when he said, “You must be incredibly smart.” She gave a noncommittal shrug and they lapsed into silence. Eventually, Lorcan asked, “So what happened between you and this Aedion? If you don’t mind my asking?”

Elide’s mouth pursed, but the familiar ache in her chest didn’t bloom at the sound of his name. “We’d been dating for two years when he texted me out of the blue saying he wanted to break up. Never really gave me a reason why, but early tonight a friend I follow on Instagram posted a photo of the two of them.”

Lorcan’s scowl was illuminated as they passed under a streetlamp. “What an asshole.” Elide murmured her agreement. “What made you ask me for help?”

Elide snorted. “I didn’t really ask for help. It was more of a joke. I hadn’t expected that you would… you know… actually show up.” She fiddled with her hands in front of her- a nervous habit.

Lorcan stopped, taking Elide’s hands in his and turning her to face him. She trailed her eyes up his broad chest until they met his serious eyes. Elide’s heart thrummed low in her chest, a piece of her wanting to trail her fingers over the stubble on his chin. “Are you unhappy that I came?”

Elide’s head shook side to side of its own accord. “No! I’m actually thrilled. I’ve…” she was embarrassed to admit it, staring at her feet as she continued, “been a fan of yours for a while.”

One of Lorcan’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

Elide’s face warmed considerably despite the chilly air. “Well, yeah.” She couldn’t meet his eyes.

After a beat that Elide wished for nothing more than to sink into the floor, Lorcan said, “I think I’m a fan of yours as well, Elide.” His voice was quiet but earnest.

Elide’s eyes whipped up to his, shock making her dumb. “What? But I’m not… I’m not famous. You don’t know anything about me…”

Lorcan merely shrugs. “I’d like to.” Elide was at a loss of words. Lorcan fumbled on. “But first… let’s egg Aedion’s car. It’ll make you feel better.” His grin was wicked and Elide could only follow after him.

~~~

The Kappa Xi’s frat house was the last on the lane, Aedion’s bright yellow Camaro stark out front. Elide pointed it out to Lorcan, who merely grinned in response. “Time to get to work.” He said with a killer expression.

By the time they were done, Aedion’s car was gracefully covered in almost invisible egg whites and egg yolks. Lorcan surveyed his handiwork, standing next to Elide, but Elide only had eyes for him. When he glanced over and noticed her stare, Lorcan cocked his head to the side. “Feeling better about it all?”

“Yeah.” Elide breathed. “But not because of the car.”

Lorcan opened his mouth to ask something, but a light flicked on in the house’s living room. “Quick!” Lorcan hissed, pulling Elide aside to hide behind a gaggle of bushes.

Footsteps sounded on the Kappa Xi porch then a voice calling out, “Hello?” It was a male voice Elide didn’t recognize. Lorcan’s finger pressed against her mouth, the warmth making her lips tingle. After a second, the footsteps sounded again and the front door closed.

Lorcan grinned at Elide and she was struck again by just how beautiful he was. Lorcan’s features could’ve been carved from marble, the cut of his jaw capable of slicing diamonds. They paused, staring at one another. Elide breathed shallowly as Lorcan’s thumb moved from her mouth to her cheek and swept her hair behind her ear.

Feeling too warm and awkward, she started, “I should-” Elide went to stand, but her foot got caught in the long pantleg. She bit back her yelp, grappling onto Lorcan’s arm to try to keep her balance. But Elide went back, taking Lorcan with her.

When Elide opened her eyes again, Lorcan’s weight was pressing into her, face hovering inches above her own. “Lorcan.” She breathed, eyes wide.

Lorcan gazed down at her, untold emotions in his eyes. Without wasting a beat, he swooped down and captured Elide’s lips with his own.

Elide’s hand squeezed his arm as the heated kiss rocked her senses. One of Lorcan’s hands got lost in her hair while the other tilted her chin to give him better access. When his tongue grazed her bottom lip, Elide gasped- giving him entrance. Their tongues danced and Elide’s body burned. Lorcan’s hand on her chin fell to along her shoulder then down her side until it landed on her hip.

Then he pulled back, panting. “Tell me to stop. Tell you don’t want it and I’ll stop.”

Elide was panting too, unfamiliar with the heat that curled in her core. “I want you. I want you more the air I breathe.” She reached her hands up to caress his cheeks, the stubble tickling her skin.

Lorcan’s eyes widened at that but he shook his head. “Not here, not in the grass.”

“My room, at the house.” It was all the encouragement he needed, using his grace and bulk to lift them both on their feet. Then they practically sprinted back to the sorority house.

Finally alone in Elide’s room, Lorcan pressed Elide into the door. With barely a jerk of his arms, Lorcan’s hoodie was up and over her head- discarded somewhere across the room. He resumed their kiss and Elide moaned into his mouth as his hands trailed down her body. His large hands cupped her breasts and Elide arched into him.

Lorcan kneaded them for only a moment before continuing on, finding the waistband of Elide’s sweatpants. On his knees before her, Lorcan gazed up at her with obvious lust in his eyes. Elide only nodded, letting Lorcan peel the pants off her- taking the shorts with it.

Left in only her panties, Elide felt self-conscious. Her hands came up to cover her crotch and Lorcan looked confused. He stood slowly, regarding her. “Have you been with a man before?” He asked.

Elide bit the inside of her cheek. “Yes, but not… you. You’re…” She couldn’t think of a word that accurately described him, so she settled on, “an Adonis.”

“Elide.” Lorcan’s head tilted to the side, her name on his lips sending chills over her skin. He pressed his mouth into the crook of her neck. “You. Are. Ravishing.” He said each word with a kiss for emphasis. Elide shook her head no to which Lorcan viciously pressed his lips to hers- devouring her. “Let me prove it to you. Let me make love to you.” His voice was scarce over a whisper as he obviously battled for control.

Elide placed her hands on his covered chest and Lorcan got rid of the garment. Her eyes were wide as he beheld his toned skin and deep grooves of muscle. A Greek hunk indeed. Ever so slowly, Elide leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Lorcan’s sternum. A whistle of breath between his teeth was Elide’s only sign to continue.

She roamed her hands over his heated skin, loving the feel of him and barely believing it was actually him. Keeping her eyes on his, she planted kisses over his chest then a little lower to his abdomen. His skin tasted divine and Elide began to crave more.

She sunk lower, letting her tongue loll into Lorcan’s belly button and swirl. Lorcan cursed, hands coming up to grip her hair but made no other movement. Elide continued her tongue and kiss assault to the wide expanse of his hips, leaving little bites on the tan skin just above his waistline.

With fumbling fingers, Elide reached up to stabilize herself on Lorcan’s thighs, digging her fingers into the dark denim. She was now on her knees before him, staring up at his gaze that read very clearly what Lorcan wanted to do to her.

Before she lost her courage, Elide ran her tongue over the obvious bulge in Lorcan’s jeans- eliciting a tight curse and groan. “Fuck, Elide.” Lorcan’s hands twirled in her long hair, but didn’t guide her.

Elide reached up and undid his belt, feeling her heart in her throat. She could tell Lorcan wasn’t breathing. Gingerly, she loosened the button and slid the zipper down. Lorcan didn’t rush her as she hooked her fingers in his waistband and began to slide the jeans down.

When he sprang free, Elide nearly choked- her eyes whipping up to catch Lorcan’s satisfied expression. Aedion had been average, she thought… but Lorcan… Elide didn’t know whether he would fit inside her- mouth or otherwise.

She wrapped her hand around the hardened length and Lorcan exhaled, watching her every movement.  “Are you alright?” He asked after her clear hesitation.

Elide pursed her lips, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “I’ve um… never been particularly good at this… sort of thing. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Lorcan’s eyes flashed. “As long as my cock is in your mouth, Elide, I can die a happy man.”

Elide giggled and steeled her nerves, flicking her wrist the way Manon said men liked. Lorcan cursed, so Elide did it again, running tongue along the tip- already slick with his arousal. Lorcan’s hands tightened in her hair, but didn’t force her to go deeper. Elide quickened the motion with her hand, taking more of him into her mouth at the same time. She sucked softly, careful to keep her teeth sheathed behind her lips.

In a moment of bravery, Elide pulled back to draw her tongue along the entire underside of him- balls to tip. Lorcan groaned loudly and his eyes flared. “If you do that again, I might come.”

Elide hid her grin and took him back into her mouth, placing both hands on either side of his crotch. Lorcan’s cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged but didn’t release, sucking harder. Instead, she bobbed her head up and down, humming lightly. With a glance up, she could see Lorcan’s head tilted back in ecstasy.

Elide dragged her nails down Lorcan’s thighs and the man moaned. “Elide, if you don’t stop…” She didn’t, drawing back enough to wrap one hand around him to squeeze. Both of Lorcan’s hands were in her hair now. Elide sucked, running her tongue over and along him until finally Lorcan gasped- shooting his release down her throat.

Elide pulled back, licking the tip clean, before glancing up at him. Lorcan was staring down at her. Nervous energy thrummed through and she started, “I’m sorry if I-” Lorcan didn’t let her finish the statement before he dragged her up by her arms and molded his mouth on hers. His hands latched him to her, flowing down her body until they found her ass. Lorcan kneaded and squeezed before lifting Elide up as if she weighed nothing and taking her to the bed.

Without breaking their kiss, Lorcan laid her down- radiating heat over her body as his weight pressed her into the mattress. His hands found the hem of her tank top and began to push it up and they were forced to part. Elide was gasping, but Lorcan pulled back. “Can I bind your hands with this?” He was needy and breathless and Elide only nodded, practically vibrating with heat.

Lorcan looped the top around one of Elide’s wrist, twisting the fabric before slinging it around one of the wide slats in Elide’s headboard. He secured her wrist in the other side. It was by no means tight, but it gave Elide something to grab and kept her hands over her head.

Now naked in just her panties before him, Lorcan stared down at her. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he said, “I plan to worship you, Elide.” Elide practically convulsed at the words- nowhere near anything Aedion had ever said to her. Lorcan pressed a quick kiss to her lips before starting down her body. One of his hands trailed over her hip where Elide’s thighs were pressed tightly together and the other was at her breast. His thumb flicked over her pert nipple and Elide almost screamed. Lorcan delighted in her reaction, his mouth trailing over her collarbones before finding its place at her other breast.

Elide writhed beneath his ministrations, fists clutching the fabric of the top that held her. Lorcan tongue swirled one nipple while his thumb and forefinger rolled the other. It was almost too much, the molten lava threatening to rip through Elide’s insides.

Lorcan’s teeth clamped onto her nipple and Elide had to bite her lip on the moan that would’ve woken the entire household. Thankfully, Lorcan continued on, planting kisses down her tensed stomach. He shot her a grin before swirling his tongue around her belly button. “Lorcan!” Elide gasped out, practically shaking with need.

Lorcan tsked at her, following the same path she’d made on his skin, but unlike hers, his kisses and nips left small marks on her skin. “You’re so pale.” Lorcan murmured, tongue rolling over his lips. “I love making your skin flush.”

Elide pulled at her restraints, hips nearly bucking off the bed. Lorcan crawled lower, hands running over her thighs. Elide’s skin turned numb at his touch, her muscles relaxing as he coaxed her legs apart. Lorcan hooked his fingers in her panties and began to slowly draw them down her legs.

When they were fully off and Elide’s legs spread for him, Lorcan’s eyes burnished. “Oh, Elide, you’re so wet for me.” He used a finger to caress her entrance, but didn’t push into her. Elide whined as Lorcan brought the finger back up to his mouth and sucked on it. “Divine.” Lorcan breathed and nestled himself between her thighs.

“Please, Lorcan.” Elide’s eyes scrunched shut as he softly blew on her sensitive clit and slipped a single finger inside her.

“What do you want, baby?” His words were rough, demanding, as he pumped one finger in and out in a torturous pace.

“You, please, now.” She could barely get the words out.

“As you wish.” Lorcan added a second finger and Elide mewled, the fingers curved to hit that special place inside her.

Her breath coming in pants, she said again, “Lorc-AH!” She moaned out the last syllable as Lorcan’s wicked tongue lapped at her clit and he pushed a third finger into her, picking up the pace. Elide’s back was arched off the bed, hips gyrating against his mouth. It took barely three swirls of his tongue before Elide was convulsing around him, moaning out her release.

Lorcan’s fingers pulled out and Elide whined but found his weight back over her and his fingers now at her lips. “Suck.” He commanded, dark eyes hooded, and Elide took his fingers into her mouth and tasted her own arousal coating them. Lorcan purred at the sight, pulling Elide’s hands free from their fabric prison. She immediately brought them into his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. Elide’s kiss was demanding and intense, Lorcan answering in kind.

At the same time, he spread her legs wider and ran his cock over her folds. Elide bit down on Lorcan’s lip and he entered her in a quick thrust. “Fuck!” Lorcan growled, hips molded to Elide’s, but he didn’t move again. Elide’s fingernails dug into the skin of Lorcan’s shoulders, but she tipped her head back to revel in the fullness. No, Lorcan was nothing like Aedion, she decided. Lorcan’s lips trailed over her jaw, breath tickling her skin. “You okay? Can I move?” Elide nodded because her voice wasn’t working.

When Lorcan began to move, Elide lost all common sense. He rocked his hips into her, setting up an even rhythm that left her gasping.

Lorcan’s fingers dug into her hips as he hissed. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He plunged into her, over and over again until Elide could barely remember her own name. Lorcan pushed one of her thighs up to her chest so that her ankle met his shoulder, the other hand finding its way to her clit. Elide gasped out his name, not sure if she could take much more. She was climbing again, legs tensing as Lorcan didn’t tire.

Then all at once he stopped and, in a smooth motion, flipped Elide onto her stomach. Lorcan drew her knees up so her ass was in the air and before another heartbeat could pass, he was buried in her again. Elide’s hands flew to brace herself on the headboard so she didn’t fly into it. Lorcan’s speed picked up now and Elide was shaking. “Please.” She bit out between pants of much needed air. “Don’t stop.”

Lorcan growled, hand coming up to grip her hair and pull her head back. “Are you on birth control?”

Elide couldn’t nod, so she gasped out, “Yes.”

“Good.” Lorcan thrust in particularly deeply and Elide had to fight to remain on her knees. “Because I’m about to come inside you.”

Elide couldn’t reply, words failing her as Lorcan pulled her back tighter against him. One hand still in her hair, the other found Elide’s bundle of nerves again. Elide wrapped her arms back around his neck to grip his hair, feeling herself near the top of her climax. “Lorcan… please… I’m so close.”

Lorcan’s breath was hot in her ear as he growled. “Come for me, baby.” Just the demand alone sent Elide over the edge, and as she tightened around him, Lorcan fell with her.

They collapsed to the bed and Elide thought she was spent, but Lorcan pulled out of her and flipped her back over. “Lorcan.” She murmured, exhausted, as his intentions became clear. “I don’t think I can-” She never finished the sentence.

Lorcan tongue was at her folds, tasting their combined juices, as his fingers pinched her clit. That wicked tongue pushing into her, Elide latched onto his hair and pushed his head closer. Still so sensitive from her last orgasm, Elide didn’t think it possible but her legs were again tensing. Lorcan’s tongue was relentless, fingers downright punishing. And then she was falling again, down and down into that endless pool of pleasure Lorcan had given her. Elide would’ve screamed if her voice hadn’t been hoarse.

After drawing out the orgasm for her as much as he could, Lorcan pulled back- his chin and mouth dripping. Elide’s chest heaved and she grasped her hands together over her stomach.  She eyed him. “Satisfied?”

Lorcan’s answering grin was mischievous and Elide pulled her legs closed, but he said, “Yes, quite,” He flopped down on his side and drew her up against his hulking form. In her ear, he continued, “and you?”

Elide nodded, but suddenly shivered. As if able to read her, Lorcan lifted them up and threw the covers aside before laying back down. Elide snuggled into the hungrily, before gazing over at Lorcan who looked unsure. She placed a hand on his cheek, the question in her eyes.

Instead, he asked a question of his own, in a nervous tone Elide had yet to hear from him, “Is it alright if I stay?”

Elide let out a breath of relief, leaning closer until her mouth was at his ear. “If you stay, we can do that again in the morning.” Elide plopped back onto her pillows with a grin, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Lorcan’s head tilted to the side, but he got under the covers.  It wasn’t until he’d flicked off her nightstand lamp and drawn her against his body in the darkness that he replied, “I think I’d enjoy that, Elide Lochan.” Elide’s toes curled at the promise and she turned into his body to press a kiss to his lips. In a sultry whisper, Lorcan purred, “Maybe we won’t have to wait that long.” And met her kiss with his own.

[calliecat93]

RvB17 Episode 4 Review:  Breaching the Torus

Fun fact: a torus is a shape that looks like... well a donut. Yeah, the episode title is literally ‘Breaching Donut’. Well with a title like that, I expect only wholesome things form an episode that picks up right after Genkins screws over Donut and Wash’s plans! Leaving the universe certain to be wiped out by the evil time God AI... algorithm... whatever! Let's just jump in already!

Overview

We begin where we left off, Chrovos is gloating as her prison continues to fracture. But she doesn't get far in her evil gloating as Wash essentially tells her to shut the fuck up before heading for the Everwhen. Yeah, with the Time Gun out, getting the guys to realize what's wrong is really the only viable option. Wash immediately regrets this since he has no idea what to do along the Everwhen, but Donut explains it to him and gets him to focus on a memory that they're both in. Three guesses on which one Wash picks, and the first two don't count!

Yeah... Donut gets shot. Again. This time with Wash feeling bad and apologizing before going a few seconds back and stopping himself from pulling the trigger. This is the greatest running gag ever. Of all time. Anyways, the two talk about what to do next while poor Simmons is just confused by everything happening. They ultimately decide that they need to go back to a strong memory where Genkins is likely to go to. But Donut points out that they need to cause as little damage to the timeline as possible and keep things on track... so naturally, Wash shoots him to keep S7's finale intact. Poor Donut.

The two go back to S13 in a moment that I can't remember if it actually happened or not. It's before Felix and Locus went to activate The Purge and got a beatdown from the Freelancer duo. Wash is in the middle of a motivational speech when past him and Donut possess themselves. Wash tries to get Donut to explain... but after accidentally spouting and entendre, he knows he's not going to be believed and has Wash do it. Wash proceeds to try and convince the guys not necessarily about Chrovos, but that they're experiencing deja vu and that something much greater is about to wash over them (that pun was not intentional BTW). But it's okay, because they win the fight that they're about to go into, and they keep winning again and again. For now, they need to forget the Purge. They need to forget Chorus. They need to focus on what's about to come and trust Wash at his word.

It's a very well done speech and performed very well by Shannon McCormick, as always. It seems to work as the guys, while confused, all agree to follow Wash... until Genkins, whose possessing Epsilon, twists it around. He essentially makes it look like Wash is having a shell-shocked veteran moment, which Carolina agrees with and is very much concerned. This causes Wash to give a sharp 'Of course you wouldn't believe me, Carolina" in a very clear venomous tone. Even Tucker and Grif are shocked by it. Wash does catch himself, but Carolina is confused on why Wash would talk to her like that and 'Epsilon' suggests that he go take a walk. Wash does do, Donut chasing after him.

So yeah... they came close, but the attempt was not great. Wash, however, is not up for hearing Donut point this out, his anger at Carolina lying to him about his brain damage now back at full force. Donut points out that technically, he no longer has it since she saved him. That doesn't exactly make Wash any less pissed, but Donut keeps going. He points out that despite knowing the risk, Carolina still decided to try and save Wash because she cared about him. She was on the verge of tears when she brought it up... which Donut had left by then so him saying that he had been there makes no sense, but with time fucked up, I'll let it slide. Anyways, Wash realizes how angry he really got and just how much baggage about everything he's got. Right now though, they need to focus on the matter at hand, so time to go to another memory.  

And... back to the S7 finale! This time it's Donut's fault, haha! They soon manage to get to when Lopez was shot, but before Donut. As Simmons frets over Lopez, Wash and Donut walk off to talk about what to do now. They realize that Epsilon had indeed been possessed by Genkins at that point, so plain convincing isn't going to work. But... Donut realizes something. He didn't necessarily convince Wash of anything, he just got him to believe in something that was impossible for him to have known. That is the key. Everyone has deja vu. They know that something is wrong, just not what. They need something to shock them into remembering. They need to see something that they shouldn't know about but recognize anyways. Simmons walks over, still confused and pretty much going 'WTF?!' to Wash for shooting Lopez. But this gets Wash to realize something... at this point, Simmons had only met him maybe a year ago. But what if he showed up when he wasn't supposed to? Like, say... during the Blood Gulch Chronicles? If he did, and the guys recognized him despite not knowing him at that point, it may be just the shock that they need to snap back to normal.

With the new plan, Donut and Wash jump forward to Blood Gulch. Donut arrives at the canyon... but Wash isn't there. Which of course he wouldn't be, this was before any of the BGC met him. Problem is that Donut doesn't know where he sent him. We cut to Wash, standing at a beached area. He tries to figure out where and when he currently is when a voice comes over the radio. A Lee Eddy voice... and there's no accent, so no it's not Chrovos. In other words... it's 479er calling from Command to find out where Wash is. Or, specifically, where Recovery One is. My friends, welcome back to Recovery One.

Review

This episode was short, clocking in at nine minutes, but man it was SO GOOD! I've been very curious about how this Wash and Donut dynamic would go. They haven't exactly had many interactions outside the S7 finale, and we all know how that went. But God... it is SUCH a good dynamic. They're both dorky morons, so there's that going for them. Donut's a little goofier and cheerful, Wash is more serious but still capable of his lighter moments. They really played off of each other well, both listening to each other and figuring out step by step their next course of action. It's funny, it moves things forward, and really sells this newfound comradery really well. Very well done~

Not only do the two characters play off each other well, but we got plenty of character development stuff. Donut's clearly still frustrated about not being listened to, especially when everyone goes and listens to Wash easily. Wash still has a TON of baggage towards Carolina and how she lied to him. He can't repress that, as we saw with the pure venom he directed at her even though she doesn't remember any of those events. And his hesitance when Donut brings up that they're going to have to save her after the guys... it hurt. I mean we all know that Wash will ultimately do it, but the fact that he hesitated because of how hurt Carolina made him feel... damn man. When Carolina gets her memory back, it is gonna hurt. And even with his own issues, Donut still tried to help Wash through his, which displays a lot of emotional maturity on his part. It's been really great to see more of Donut's character, and his and Wash's talk really shows how great they both are

There's plenty of feelsy moments, but also plenty of funny ones. S7's finale becoming a running gag is frekain' hilarious. Donut essentially resigning himself to his fate, Wash feeling guilty every single time, Simmons freaking out and just being confused by everything going on around him. Seriously, he's gonna be SO pissed when he comes to and realizes how many times he had to relive that moment. Also, Kimball's clear confusion when Wash gives his speech, haha! You can just feel the awkwardness emitting off of her. Lindsay only had like... two short lines, but God she nailed the mood. It was a great balance of hilarious and feelsy without feeling rushed or forced in. Jason has done such a great job with the writing, and this episode really shows his talents I feel.

What's also good is that so far, every episode has advanced the plot in some way. As much as I love S16 and will defend it from the more vicious hate it gets... yeah the pacing had issues. It had things happening, but it took far too long for Joe to get to anything truly impactful. I can see why he went that route, but it still made it kind of annoying that whenever it looked like we were getting to a plot point, it sidetracked to something else. I guess that he learned that when he plotted the season (or it's Jason's own doing) because every episode has moved things along swimmingly. There's very little padding or filler. We get to something, have a nice little time with it, and move to the next thing. Here we had a nice romp of the new S7 running gag, had Wash make an attempt with saving the guys, get a little character development for both him and Donut, and onto the next plot point. It's going fast, but it never feels rushed. Like... I'm starting to get why they may have gone with a 12 episode count because if that cut down on padding and needing to stretch things out to hit that count, it would hurt it more than help it.  

So now we come to what's coming up next. First, we now know the next plan: have Wash arrive at Blood Gulch and shock the guys into remembering since they shouldn't know Wash yet, but if they recognize him it'll do what Donut did to Wash in Episode 3. The only problem is... well, Wash wasn't at Blood Gulch during Blood Gulch. So hopefully Donut picked a point before everyone got transferred out, haha... anyways. So yeah... looks like Wash is about to relive Recovery One. Which leaves a TON of open possibilities. He has the chance to save certain people and correct any mistakes. Which means dealing with his lingering guilt and pain over everything. But he also has a mission: to save his current team. Which may mean having to abandon Recovery One which is not only going to cause plenty of problems with the Freelancers but having to abandon his old friends to save his current ones... yeah that is going to hurt. Considering that Miles 'I'm going to have Pyrrha die in the most heartbreaking way possible in RWBY' Luna is writing the next episode... yeah... prepare your graves, everyone.

So here's what I think is going to happen. Either at the end of next week's episode or in Episode 6, Wash will arrive in Blood Gulch and whoever is all still there will snap back to normal. The second half of the season will focus on both getting everyone left back to normal and on how to stop Chrovos before she breaks out and Genkins before he makes anything worst. And we still have plenty of feels material with Donut still being frustrated, Wash and Carolina's issues, and for conflicts that haven't come up in awhile... well... Grif still needs to know about Huggins. Boy is THAT ONE gonna be fun, haha... but yeah! I could be wrong, but I can't see them stretching out the memory stuff much longer, so the halfway point seems like a good place to get the majority out of it. We'll see.

Final Thoughts

This season has been great so far. Great Wash and Donut dynamic, a great blend of funny moments and character development, wasting no time in getting the plot moving, it's been such a fun ride. And with the ending, we have plenty more to look forward to. This is easily becoming a great season, and it hopefully just keeps getting better and better. Great episode and now, if you all will excuse me, it's time to prepare my grave for when Miles utterly breaks us all next week! Yay!!!

[taehyung-the-baehyung]

4am rendezvous

◦ pairing: reader x taehyung

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 5.5k

◦ synopsis: it’s thursday night, and that only means one thing for university students– thirsty thursday. and everyone knows beta tau sigma has the best jungle juice on campus...

m a s t e r l i s t

The haze of the basement is dizzying: music thumps so loud your lungs feel like they’re collapsing with every beat, the lights swirling along the dance floor fuse with the drunken mess of bodies. It’s like dancing on the Northern Lights, only it smells like alcohol and sweat.  

A hand wanders along your ass casually, comfortably. Of course, it couldn’t really be uncomfortable to have Kim Namjoon, the president of Beta Tau Sigma, all over you. He was tall and handsome, even in his striking silver hair, incredibly smart, and not so damn bad in bed. So, whatever it said about your pride or dignity, you didn’t really care. It felt good to have his attention.

Your friend, Lisa– long, red hair, tall and slender, and as subtle as a gun– wiggles her eyebrows at you. Your eyes feel lost as she draws attention to you and Namjoon, despite the circle of people that enclose the two of you by the wall of the basement. You scan each of their faces in a curious panic. Have they noticed? Flustered, you take a generous sip from the red solo cup in your hand and stare into the bottom of the cup.

“Whoa, slow down there,” Lisa teases. “You know how you get when you’re drunk.”

Namjoon chuckles and pulls you closer into the warmth of his body, only to pass on a secret. “Oh that, I do,” he says. You barely hear him over all the noise down here –the laughter and the chorus of ‘oh’s that erupt from the beer pong table, followed by the light pattering of a ping pong ball– but you do hear him. Your stomach grows warm as you sip your drink faster and his lips press against your shoulder.

A new voice pushes through the thinning ring of bodies nearby: brown hair, black corduroy jacket, very pink lips. It’s all you catch –all you need to catch– before the song that was playing gets louder. You rake a hand through your hair and wriggle out of Namjoon’s hold. The people around you follow your lead, swaying with little sense of rhythm. Like the beads in a maraca, they can’t help but join when the whole place is shaking with the beat of the song.

But, he comes closer. “Bro,” he yells and pushes himself closer to you, trying to explain something to Namjoon. He stumbles forward and you place your hand on his shoulder, stopping him short. His eyes flicker to you before they nervously return to Namjoon. “Those guys from E-Chi-O are upstairs trying to bring in a huge group of guys.” The boy looks over at you again. Your hand is still on his shoulder. You pull it back into yourself and continue swaying, still lending an ear to the conversation. “The ratio is way off,” he continues.

“Thanks, Tae,” Namjoon sighs and pats the boy’s shoulder. He pulls Taehyung closer to you in attempt to push through the people around him. “I’ll handle it!” It’s the last thing he says before he is swallowed up by the crowd.

Your stomach flips when Taehyung looks over at you with a shy smile. “Hi,” he mouths, or maybe he says it. You can’t hear either way. You only see his tongue wet his lips, and you decide right then that you are going to need another cup of that sweet, alcoholic concoction- stat. And it’s like the universe is conspiring with you when Lisa’s shrill voice comes up behind you.

“Hey!” her body crashes into yours from behind and you’re pressed right up against Taehyung. Let’s get more drinks! she declares from somewhere in the noise around you.

“Ooh, sorry,” you mumble, biting your lip. Taehyung instinctively places a hand on the small of your back to steady you. The softness of the pads of his fingertips is the first thing you feel, and then you notice how large his hands are. Lisa giggles from behind and finds your hand in hers. Taehyung doesn’t say anything, and you’re holding your breath. You’re imagining everywhere that hand of his could be. He remains still, but there is heat everywhere. It’s only when your chest touches his that Taehyung looks down at what you’re wearing, or rather– not wearing.

Your nipple piercings press slightly into the flesh of your breast, drawing a breathy gasp from between your lips. Taehyung’s eyes grow wide at your devilishly-thin-it’s-almost-sheer shirt before blinking and forcing them upward, meeting yours. “Sorry,” he says in a panic, snatching his hand back, off your skin. His eyes shift back to your breasts. He can’t help it.

He smells like lavender and beer and you feel butterflies start up in your stomach. He is heaven and hell, trapped behind timidity. Cheeks growing hot at the way he’s looking at you, you grasp Lisa’s hand more consciously and follow her away from Taehyung with stumbling, hurried footsteps.

Something about him is so tempting, you can’t shake it, can’t shake him. The way he undresses you with his eyes is somehow innocent, like he doesn’t actually mean for that beast to unleash on you so openly. You almost trip over the first step just thinking about it.

“You –a new cross, might I add– have the president of the most popular frat on campus wrapped around your finger,” Lisa says while leading you up the stairs. “And now you want the new meat?”

Your throat goes dry. “Wait, Tae is in their Eta Class?”

Lisa snorts. As if you didn’t know Beta Tau Sigma inside out. “You must hate him if you’re so ready to screw him behind Namjoon’s back,” she shakes her head and has to give your arm a tug to get you to continue up the stairs behind her.

You both emerge from the basement, eyes squinted as all the lights on the first floor remind you that some people prefer to see where they are and who they’re grinding on. “Okay,” you sigh, sticking closer to your friend. “What if I told you that-” you look around and lower your voice “-Tae was the one I actually had my eyes on at that one party?”

“You mean-” Lisa freezes mid-stride and you bump right into her. She turns on her heels to face you. “You’re telling me you wanted Tae, but instead you settled for Namjoon?”

You hush her, smiling politely as one of the brothers walk by you in the kitchen. “Look-“ you cut yourself off, knowing how it would sound. “It’s just that,” you push past Lisa and walk up to the large, black water cooler sitting on the kitchen counter. Pushing your cup under the drip, you fill it to the top with the house’s signature jungle juice. “He was so nice and I couldn’t find Tae anywhere, and I was so drunk, so I just…” you trail off.

“Spread your legs?”

“I need some air,” you grumble.

She laughs, following you through the chatter of people. You push into the living room where strangers laze around on the couch, limbs tangled and limp in their inebriated haze. A thick smoke plumes through the room in ringlets, dissolving into the air with a light mango scent. “Want a hit?” a stranger asks, looking up from the couch, holding up his vape. His black hoodie bears the letters E-X-O, Epsilon Chi Omicron, a frat from a nearby university. You ignore him, instead finding Namjoon standing by the main door, across the room. Thankfully, he doesn’t see you, so you turn right around and head for the deck.

“Hey, I’m not judging.” Lisa hooks an arm around your shoulder. “He’s hot; they all are. You can’t go wrong with Beta Tau.”

You scoff and tap the back of her hand idly in thought as you step out into the cold air. “Well, thanks for the validation, but I doubt I even have a chance with him now.” You take a gulp of your drink. “Bro code, and all…”

“I mean, do you really still want to?” Lisa removes her hand. You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling your skin rise with goosebumps as the cold of the night nips at you. The thin leggings you are wearing do very little to provide you warmth. “He’ll hate his life if people find out that the newbie screwed the founder’s girl.”

“I hate that,” you groan. “I hate the stupid hierarchy.”

“We’re newbies too.” Lisa shrugs. You contemplate that in silence, listening to the ringing in your ears fade as quiet murmurs on the deck relieve you from the noise inside. “Anyway, I thought I saw Jungkook, so I’ll just find my own way home,” Lisa gives you a nudge.

You try not to give it much thought, but Lisa is right. Taehyung would be in social ruins if you kept going after him. You take more of your drink, feeling it fog up your head. Anything was better than thinking about him. You feel a change in the warmth beside you. You look over for Lisa, thinking maybe she came back, only to find someone else. One Kim Taehyung, to be specific.

“Hey, you,” he says gently. This time you hear him. “Having fun?”

You wiggle your cup at him. “Oh, the fun should kick in soon,” you assure him dryly.

Taehyung’s eyes trace over your entire body as you lean against the wooden deck. Your breasts press together and he steals another glance at those piercings. "Aren’t you cold?" he asks when you turn to face him. He hides his embarrassment pretty well. His voice is soft and gentle, but it’s got a raspiness that you won’t soon forget.

You clench your jaw, feeling the haze of the alcohol, or maybe it’s just the way he makes your insides feel. You step closer to Taehyung, shoulders touching. “Not really,” you say, hiding your smile with another sip.

Taehyung looks around cautiously before standing up straight, and taking a step away from you. “Good,” he smiles. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.” And he finds that despite racking his brain for all the million different things he’s ever wanted to say to you, his mind is suddenly blank.

“Uh...okay…” you mumble to yourself, wondering if maybe you’ve read him wrong. That can’t be. You’re sure he wants to be all over you. He probably knew not to flirt back with you. You throw back the rest of your drink in a couple seconds. Oh god, you really did have to stop playing around with him.

Taehyung takes a moment to check behind him, watching a crowd of the Beta Tau brothers clambering back inside the warmth of the house. The deck is much more quiet now. He sighs with relief and turns back around to see you finish off your drink. “I see that fun is kicking in,” Taehyung dares to dip his head lower when he says that. The cold air shrouds you as his hot breath whispers against your ear. A shiver tickles through your spine, but you swear the base of your stomach is tingling with warmth.

You can feel your body thumping lightly, with need. “Yeah...” You turn towards him, trying to get a read on him. Only, you’re most definitely starting to get drunk and the only thing you can register is how broad Taehyung’s shoulders are. You trace them slowly with your eyes before your thoughts start to wander. His chest has gotten broader too. Oh, he’s definitely been working out since he joined Beta Tau. All you can think about is the heat between your thighs, and how that tongue of his could really do the trick...

Taehyung’s eyes don’t go anywhere but down when he sees how erect your nipples are in the cold. “Here,” he says quickly, unravelling himself from his jacket.

You don’t even hear him, but you can’t protest when he’s already pulling the thing around your body. “Thanks,” you say, pleased to see a more fitted outline of his body now that he doesn’t have his jacket. The curve of his collarbone looks like the perfect place to slick your tongue over, to leave kisses.

Taehyung only smiles, lost in the way you look so small in his jacket. You can see his face contort as he searches for the right things to say, and that alone makes you smile. He’s trying so hard. It’s cute. “Now, your pockets are lined with the kind of fun you’re looking for...” he says.

“Wha-” before you can bother to question him, Taehyung disappears to the far side of the deck. You exhale, half with relief, and half with disappointment that he is no longer standing so close to you. Curious about what he said, you pat your palm over the sides of the jacket. You hear a little crinkle in the inner pocket and scrunch the material in your hand to find that there is something in there. You really hope that Taehyung didn’t assume you meant you wanted weed, or something. Not that you’d complain, but you were hoping he wasn’t the one reading you wrong. Pulling a piece of paper out and unfolding it, you are even more perplexed.

no more teasing. my bedroom @4. I need you.

You hear Namjoon’s voice approach you from somewhere inside the house, and you know he’s coming to you. The note seems to be plotting against you as you fumble to fold it back up and slip it into the waistband of your leggings. You’ve barely hidden it well enough before Namjoon pulls you back into his body, arms wrapping around your waist. It’s still sticking out of the hem when you run your hands along his forearm and rest your fingers on top of his.

“You smell like Tae,” Namjoon notes, shaking the jacket on your body. It’s as though for a second, he suspects something.

“It’s cold!” You reason. Namjoon raises his eyebrow at you. “And you were off giving orders to other people,” you pout, nudging Namjoon’s cheek with your nose. “Instead of me.” you push the whisper into his ear with a kitten lick and it’s enough to have him like putty in your hands again. It’s enough to have your body rushing with hormones at the thought of his hands grazing all over your body. He was so good at it last time...

“Oh trust me,” he smirks, grazing his teeth along your neck. You nearly moan his name right there. Stupid alcohol. His hands move away from yours, tracing up the sides your body. “I’ll-”

“Namjoon!”

Namjoon is cut off by the panicked voice calling his name. The exasperated sighs that escape you both are almost harmonious. He looks over your head to find one of the other Beta Tau bros, Jimin, frantically waving him over from the other side of the house. “You really gotta fix this.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, pressing kisses to your cheeks from behind as he frees his hands. “I’m the worst.”

“You are,” you pull his arms back around your waist. “Don’t go…” you look up at him. “Besides, I’m pretty drunk,” you giggle, turning around to face him. His hands move down to your hips, and he plants a quick kiss to your neck in response.

“I have to,” he whispers apologetically. “And I’ll take care of you later,” his voice drops, coating with mischievousness. With one more kiss to your lips, he rushes off. And you’re left entirely too drunk for your own good. You watch him leave, engraving every part of that delicious body of his into your memory. At this rate, your fantasies of either him or Taehyung was the only action you were going to get tonight.

“Wait-” Namjoon stops short and turns to face you from the bottom of the stairs. “You should stay.”

He rushes up the stairs, back over to you, and takes your hands in his. “Will you stay?” Namjoon asks gently.

Taehyung walks by the two of you, watching carefully in his periphery. You can’t seem to move your mouth the way you want as you watch him saunter by, but you find yourself nodding in response to Namjoon. “Yeah,” you whisper.

The wrinkles of the note press deeper into your palm as you squeeze it in your hand. The idea tosses and turns in your mind. It’s so wrong is what you think as Namjoon’s finger grazes against your exposed skin beneath the blanket. But I so want to is what you think when your phone buzzes with the alarm you’ve set. 

You quickly tap it off before returning to staring at the ceiling. Namjoon has never been anything but kind to you. Well, unless you ask him to do otherwise, but that stays behind closed doors. Still, it’s Taehyung that you can’t stop thinking about. It’s his voice, his touch, his hands.

You weren’t exclusive. You’d seen Namjoon a handful of times, and only at his own parties. His number was still unsaved in your phone and whenever you passed him on campus, you got a shy smile at best. You weren’t exclusive. Still, it was so hard to pretend that he didn’t act like a boyfriend when he was with you. The way he held you, looked at you, talked to you. Did he do that with anyone else? Did he look at all his hook ups like that?

Just thinking about it made you irritated to be by his side, even if it might not be true. Still, you couldn’t be the only one Namjoon messed around with, or he would have made a move on you by now. Like Taehyung. With that thought, you wrestle yourself out of his entangled arms.

“Stay,” he mumbles sleepily, holding you closer.

“I have to pee,” is what you say, and you even force a giggle when you unravel yourself from Namjoon. He stamps a lazy kiss on your hand before letting you go, and you slip out of his hold, unbothered.

When your bare feet creak against the cold hardwood, your lie becomes becomes a half truth. The small shiver that runs through your body reminds you that you never really peed out that second round of jungle juice.

And that’s how you arrive stone cold sober in front of Taehyung’s bedroom door at a quarter past four. Fifteen minutes late, you note. So, when Taehyung answers, he is all but panting. The black t-shirt that hangs on his body looks to be thrown on haphazardly, and you can see a thin sheen of sweat on his neck. His lips look pink and even more moist than they did before. You lick your own lips to wet them.

“Hey.”

“Wow, h-hi,” he stutters. Then he blinks. “Sorry, I just- I didn’t expect-”

When you step toward him, Taehyung quickly presses his lips together. The floorboards creak with your weight. You stop in front of him, studying his expression with amusement. He gulps. The space between the two of you is hardly a full footstep now.

“Wait, you-” and in that moment every scenario other than the one reason you were here floods through Taehyung’s mind. “You got my note, right?” He speaks with caution, because, what if you’re just here to return the jacket? What if you just got lost on your way to the bathroom? What if you heard him say your name so desperately while he was-

Pushing the door to a close behind you, the corners of your lips turn upward, just slightly. “I did.”

He is already falling apart at the thought of you. It’s written all over his face. Taehyung tumbles over syllables on his tongue, unable to speak as fast as his brain puts words into his head. His heart is racing, his mind is racing, his entire body is shaking. “And does he know? Namjoon, I mean. He didn’t see the note, did he?”

“Nope,” you shake your head, fully amused at just how scared he is of Namjoon finding out. You take another step forward.

“Ah, fuck-” he seems to dismiss all his thoughts when he crashes his lips to yours. His hand curves perfectly around the back of your neck and the way he pulled you in with that force, you’re already wet. Your hands fall limply to his sides, fingers running along the dips of his lower back.

“He’s asleep, right?” Taehyung speaks in quick, short breaths, before pressing his lips to yours as though kissing you is his only source of oxygen.

“Yes,” you whimper when Taehyung moves to your neck. “He’s out cold.” Your words only come out in soft murmurs, too enraptured in the way Taehyung’s plush lips travel over your skin. He nips and licks in places you didn’t even know turned you on this much. All you can focus on is his deep, heavy breaths. You cling to him, to the fabric of his shirt, trying to get closer to him, despite being pressed right up to his chest.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Taehyung all but pushes you away in his anxiety. “He really won’t wake up? He’s not the heaviest sleeper...”

“Tae,” you huff. “Are we playing 20 questions or are you going to fuck me already?”

“Just-” he cuts himself off and takes a breath. “Just tell me you’re positive he doesn’t suspect this. I’ll be a dead man if someone finds out. You know that.”

You hardly hear what he says before responding. “He doesn’t know a thing,” you say, and push your lips against his again. You run your tongue along his lip and it almost kills you when he cups your face in his hands. He deepens the kiss and presses his tongue against yours for a beat.

His hands travel down your neck, his fingertips absorbing every sensation of your skin before they reach your breasts. His thumbs flicker gently over your nipple piercings, drawing a gentle sigh from your lips. “Tae-” you gasp.

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a smirk and every bone in your body wants him to dominate you. “Take off your clothes,” he says in one breath, and you don’t hesitate.

When you take your shirt off, Taehyung can’t help but stare. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathes. He is all but groaning at the sight. “You’re even hotter than I imagined.” And it isn’t until the words leave his mouth that he realizes his mistake.

You can only smile at that. “So, you’ve thought of this before? Of us?”

Taehyung gulps and his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat only turns you on more. He nods, hesitantly.

“Okay,” your voice becomes so quickly coated in a thick saccharine tone. You slowly roll your leggings down to your ankles and kick them off. Knowing Taehyung imagined himself doing all kinds of dirty to you, it made you go a little dizzy. “And what is it that you need from me?”

His breathing grows heavy just thinking about it. “I need you to suck my cock.”

“Ahh,” and all the pieces come together. “So that’s why you were calling my name earlier,” you muse, travelling down his body. Taehyung’s cheeks grow rosy. He doesn’t know how hard you’re trying not to jump him and ride his cock on the spot. Your fingers work quickly to pull his pants down his legs and you can see his member straining against the tight fabric. “You were hoping I’d touch you, weren’t you? Like this?” You palm Taehyung gently through his boxers.

His chest heaves with a stuttered sigh and the sound alone is enough to make you clench up around nothing. He sinks slowly down to the edge of the bed. You run your thumb along his length through the fabric, and it elicits all kinds of broken groans. He leans back on the mattress, grabbing a fistful of sheets in his hands. His eyes are glued to the ceiling, thanking, praising whatever deity put you on your knees in front of him.

“And then...” You pull the boxers down his legs, his member springing free. “This?”

He looks down again, relishing in the way your hand moves along his cock. He nods and slips his lip between his teeth as his breathing grows more rapid. His hips start to buck his hips into your hand and its in your eyes how hungry you both are for each other.

Your gaze darkens when you lean forward to press your lips over his tip. The salty taste of his precum stays on your tongue when you sink your mouth farther over him. He’s hot in your mouth and you can feel yourself soaking against the thin cotton of your panties.

“Oh, god…” Taehyung’s breaths get stuck in his chest, coming out in shaky exhales and fragments of words. You dip your head down and up over Taehyung’s cock. The saliva coats his hard member. Your cheeks hollow out over him and Taehyung has to screw his eyes shut to contain all the sounds in his body. You are pressing your thighs together, rolling your hips around nothing in search of some relief.

Taehyung’s large hands travel up your arms and rest gently behind your neck. He brushes his fingers through your hair while you move faster and faster. “Stop,” he struggles to push the syllables out of his mouth. You pause, mouth still wrapped around his hard, throbbing member. “Your turn,” he chokes. Your lips pop off his tip, with a string of saliva sticking to your chin.

Taehyung pulls you up to meet him, breathing again by your lips. He moans breathlessly against you, spinning to press your back into the mattress. Your legs fall to either side of him, knees lingering against his torso. He rolls his body into you as you kiss, pecking wet spots all over your lower half with his erect member.

“Tae,” your airy voice wipes out every one of Taehyung’s thoughts. “Fuck,” you whimper as he presses his thumb to your clit. All the while, he engraves kisses into the skin of your breasts, biting, licking, pressing, sucking. It’s a cycle that only urges your hips to move of their own accord. “God,” you pant. Your fingers get lost in his hair, pulling and tugging everytime the feeling becomes too much. His tongue around your sensitive nipples pull at your piercing, drawing out his name tangled with sighs of pleasure. His two fingers tease your entrance as your jerk your hips towards him. Your back arches further each time Taehyung slips slightly into you.

He seems unaffected by your desperation until you roll your hips upward in one swift motion. He feels your heat right up against his stomach, so close to his dick. He groans, and looks down, moving his own hips. He places his hand on your waist, and you can feel the spots of your juices he leaves on your skin with his touch. He lowers down to you, bodies meeting, and he slides his cock, up and down, against your hot, wet, lips. “Oh my god,” he groans. “You’re so wet.”

“Tae, Tae, Tae,” you chant, voice breaking and staggering with gasps. “You feel so good, oh my go–” you nearly scream out- and he’s not even in you yet.

“No moaning,” he grunts desperately. “What if he wakes up?” But you couldn’t care less. You keep making the most obscene sounds, and it drives Taehyung mad. Your hands run up and down his strong arms, feeling his muscles flex as he keeps himself above you. “You want him to hear us, don’t you?”

You grab a fistful of Taehyung’s hair and yank him into you, muting your moans and his talking. Taehyung keeps his lips connected to yours as his hands move to his cock. He lines himself up to you and presses his hips gently forward. You look down and watch him disappear inside you before throwing your head back in the pillows with a broken sigh.

You lift your hips, trying to feel him deeper, to adjust better around him, but he presses his palms firmly against your sides. “Taehyung, I swear to go-” you whimper, clenching your walls around him. He doesn’t move.

Taehyung lets out a long and drawn out groan when you pulse against his cock. His arms tremble, his head falling forward as he tries to stay still. “I love the way you look right now. I love the way you can’t control yourself,” he mumbles against your shoulder, shifting slightly. And he’s not wrong. You’ve spent the entire night fantasizing about being pinned down by anyone with a dick that walked by you or so much as looked in your direction. Now, your hair was sticking to your neck and faintly bruising breasts and you were still salivating from the taste of Taehyung on your tongue.

“Taehyung,” your head is spinning, feeling his hard member throb against your walls. “Please, baby,” you thrash your head, searching for some semblance of sanity. It’s getting so hot in here. Your fingers dig through your hair, tugging and pulling. Your teeth bite down on your lip, gnawing, trying to keep from yelling. You’d say anything, do anything, just for him to move.

“He won’t ever see this pussy again, will he?” Taehyung smirks, a certain satisfaction in knowing that you’ve chosen him. You shake your head wildly and hold Taehyung’s wrists. With that, Taehyung moves slowly, hovering his hips over you before thrusting back in.

“Ah,” a gasp drags out of you every time he repeats the motion. His body moves faster, thrusts harder, as you tighten around him. Your walls are pounding against his cock, and your fingers find no solace in the streaks of red you paint along his back. One hand still clings to his wrist, slowly weaving through his fingers as he keeps his grip on your body. He holds your hips, pulling them up towards him every time he comes down, slamming into you. When his grunts grow louder, he stuffs your breast into his mouth, moaning against your flesh. The vibrations feel so good around the sensitive bud, and you can’t help but arch your back up into him, greedy for all you can take while he fucks you relentlessly into the mattress.

Sex at 4am should really be more tiring, but you feel entirely awake. Taehyung’s thrusts grow sloppy and faster, more punishing. “O-okay,” he stutters and shakes with his thrusts. “Stay quiet for me, can you do that?” His voice is so mischievously soft as his palm curls around your throat. “You’re okay, right?” he double checks. You nod slightly before he presses ever so gently on your windpipe. Your chest fills with heat as the panic and adrenaline push through your body in high gear. Though his eyes flash with concern, Taehyung only smirks. The loss of air makes everything fog around you but the trembling in your thighs only seems to intensify.

Taehyung spits one word in a whisper against your ear. “Cum.” His fingers loosen up on your throat before your jaw falls slack at the feeling that shakes through.

His brow is beaded in sweat as he fucks you through your high, and searches for his own, not so far away. “On my breasts” you spit between heaving, shaking breaths.

“What?”

“Cum on me, Tae,” you whine as he continues you to push faster and faster into you. The floorboards creak with the bed and neither of you care to stay too quiet anymore. It’s a dirty string of profanities that shakes out of his mouth before he’s pulling himself out. The long, struggled grunt that leaves him is almost as hot as the ribbons of white that drape your chest.

“Damn,” he chuckles, sitting back on the heels of his feet. Then, slowly, Taehyung gets up to grab a towel from a nearby drawer. He’s gentle and quiet when he wipes himself off your chest. You watch him as he takes care around your breasts, knowing they’re still sensitive, and you can’t help but smile. Heaven and hell, you laugh softly to yourself.

“I don’t want to go back,” you admit in a whisper, running your hands through your hair.

But Taehyung is occupied elsewhere. “Wait-” Taehyung grabs your arm and your stomach flips at his suddenness “-why does that door look like it’s open?”

“What?” You raise your head to look at the door. You swore you heard it close behind you when you came in. “No, it’s closed,” you say, though it sounds less than convincing. You look at Taehyung, gauging his expression.

Then, the tattered floorboards creak around you, and both of you whip your heads towards the door. Holding your breath, you freeze. See, you can’t tell if that was the bed– or if someone’s awake.