#it was about me wanting my birthday to come sooner bc i want everyone to wish me a happy birthday đ
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i was gonna post the LAMEST shit ever oh my god i read it over while writing it and god damn that was embarrassing
#thank god self restraint#it was about me wanting my birthday to come sooner bc i want everyone to wish me a happy birthday đ#iâm so lame#i crave validation#and good wishes#sigh đ#embarrassing even#no and like every birthday itâs the shittiest day ever for me#always NFJSJFKS#i just truly want (1) enjoyable birthday i guess#the last few years itâs been awful#for multiple reasons#donât you ever feel like you love your friends more than they love you#girl cmon#(god)#well if youâre! reading this!#kith#iâm so annoying#grrr
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Rak's Cartier Bracelets - EPISODES 1 TO 5
Hello, Tumblr. Today I hope not to be simply another Tumblrina with opinions but also a neurodivergent Tumblrina with hyperspecific interests and life history that come in handy for this particular purpose.
What interests and what history, you ask? Ah, but, of course! My deep knowledge of the Cartier Love Collection from, obviously, being a HunHan conspirationist in 2014 at the ripe age of 12.
Now, if I've satisfied your curiosity, let us begin.
So I was watching episode 5 today (don't blame me, I wanted to watch it sooner but I was on vacation bc my sister gave me a trip to Sevilla as a birthday gift) and one thing caught my attention during the argument scene.
That bad boy I very carefully (not really) identified for you is one of the most iconic Cartier products ever: A Love Braceletâą.
"Ok. Cool. But why does that matter?"
Well, for once it proves Rak is rich as fuck. Those bracelets go for THOUSANDS of euro. Like... The cheapest bracelet in the Love Collection is the intertwined rings bracelet in gold and rose gold (the white gold one is more expensive)
And it sells rn for 2120⏠(2300$).
And that's for sure NOT the version Rak has!
From what I can tell, he's wearing this version:
Which is the classic Love Bracelet design in white gold.
This one is selling rn for 8750⏠(9490$).
I think there can be an argument that he's actually wearing either the brushed version (left photo) or the small version (right photo)
which, respectively, are being sold for 8750⏠(9490$) and 5650⏠(6121$) but I think the version Rak has is
too shiny to be the brushed version;
too thick to be the small version.
Either way, it's a fucking expensive bracelet.
But this is not even why I wanted to point this out, I mean, yeah, of course Rak is rich, we are all well-aware of that.
The point here is that this bracelet is not just famous for being pretty (which, as far as my judgement goes, it really isn't, sorry not sorry). It is famous, more than anything else, bc of its meaning, which I'll let the brand tell you all about:
Which is why it caught my attention that Rak, of all people, is wearing one of these. Like... What the hell does this mean???
So I decided to investigate when did this bracelet first appear in order to have a feel whether or not this could potentially be plot-relevant, a character descriptor or simply a fashion choice. And what I found, my dear friends, is that this bracelet first appeared right at the beginning of ep.4.
Which is very suspicious because ep.3, we all recall, ended with Rak promising Mut that he'd stay on the island for a bit more.
BUT, before we start jumping to conclusions, I decided to check whether this bracelet stands the trial of ep.5 and remains until the very end which, big and revelant surprise, it does NOT.
It gets replaced, in the scene of the day after the fight by this one:
Which, I get it, it might be hard to see and identify but it's actually an old friend. In fact, it's the only other bracelet Rak has ever worn:
This has been on his wrist from the beginning of ep.1 to the end of ep.3 (excluding times when Rak was showering, sleeping or doing other activities where having a metal bracelet in the shape of a sharp nail would be impractical). And, would you look at that, if it isn't indeed: another Cartier bracelet. This time, a Juste Un Clou Collection bracelet.
Now, Juste Un Clou (literally Just a Nail), which is also fucking expensive (9500⏠- 10292$ for the model he is wearing) has a bit of a different concept than Love, which is:
So what does it mean?
Well, there are some options but I'll tell you what I think makes the most sense:
Throughout the first episodes we see Rak being this person who's different from everyone else on the island. He's from the city, he's rich, he has a desk job, he even looks different from the people in the island, from what Muk says! (which, I get it, it's colourist and has it own set of issues and I don't love it at all but hey, I don't make canon, I just comment on it, so that's what we got and that's what I'll be doing)
He's also independent, he has his own money, pays for his own stuff, doesn't rely on other people. He wants to do everything alone, without Mut, even when it makes his life harder, when it's impractical, when it would be better to have help.
He also tries to be fearless, put on a front. He argues with Mut, wants to cast a shadow way bigger than himself to assert his place, wants to seem untouchable, like nothing could bring him down. We know, of course, it's not true, both us as the audience and Mut learn that through prolongued contact with Rak and exposure to his weaknesses and traumas but he still tries to uphold that image.
And, of course, he tries to be free in the sense that he tries not to create emotional attachments. ESPECIALLY not to Mut. Because he doesn't believe in love and doesn't think he can fall in love and he tries so, so hard not to let himself want and need people, he likes to act like he has no strings attached, like he can go about the world without thinking of anyone that gives sense to the word "home".
So, by making Rak wear this bracelet, what the show is telling us is essentially who Rak is or who he tries to be. These are the values that Rak upholds. In this sense, the Juste Un Clou bracelet is a character descriptor.
HOWEVER, after the most vulnerable, most beautiful post sex conversation in the history of Thai BL, Rak begins wearing the Love Bracelet. And this indicates a shift.
Now, the shift is not so much a change in Rak's personality (although there is some, he's been slowly changing since ep.1) but rather in what the narrative wants us to know now. Because, by now, we know Rak. We can discern all these characteristics, we don't need the bracelet as an identifier. What we need, rather, is to know that Rak means what he told Mut. Because he feels it.
See, contrary to the Juste Un Clou bracelet which is a bit more remarkable because of its unusual shape, the Love Bracelet seems fairly common, especially if you're not staring at Peat's people's dainty wrists. So you, much like the people around Mut and Rak, could miss the way in which Rak cares for Mut, because that love is unconventional, not bound by those traditional ways in which people demonstrate that sort of feeling (like Mut does, for example). Some could say... Free-spirited. Or, as well, because Rak himself is trying his hardest not to take note of it, burying it away and dismissing it. To no avail, however, because it is still there, as all of us can see (just like the bracelet). And, by the looks of it, will be locked there forever.
"Okay, Dante, but then why does Rak go back to the other bracelet? Is he no longer in love?"
Please have object permanence, darling, not all that exists can be seen at all times. Kkdkddjsjsks /j
Or, in other words: no, that's not it.
What it is, though, is that the narrative, once again, wants us to focus on other stuff.
As Mut tells Rak this episode (ep.5, for those in the future), he's been away, doing other stuff, buried in work... He's been complying to his duties and going back to the bad habits that cast a shadow over Rak's personality and who he really is, what he really wants.
So, that's why, when he chooses to indulge Mut and pay attention to him on his own (unlike what happens earlier in the episode, where Mut has to ask for this attention), he is back to wearing the Juste Un Clou bracelet. He's showing his colours again, of that independent person who's not just another city guy in the city but special in his own way.
It also serves to show us the subtle ways in which Rak is chaging. That free quality, for example, is slowly starting to mean not free from attachments but rather free from the chains of the trauma that is holding Rak back from forming and indulging in those attachments.
And, to top it all off, I have one smaller notice to add which is refering to the colour of the bracelets.
Now, for those who aren't familiar with jewelry metal, white gold is not white, it's silverish. And I say silverish because I mean exactly that: it is NOT silver, it's silverish. It still retains a warmish yellow undertone to it.
But I know, if you have a good eye, you can tell neither of the bracelets I showed you have a warmish yellow undertone to it. Good spot! That is because Cartier's bracelets have something that is actually pretty common: a rhodium-finish. This is what makes them so silver. And precisely why I think the colour matters.
You see... To the average person, who has no idea about Cartier bracelts and whatnot, both the bracelets might seem like a common metal bracelet. Not very valuable. And yet, they are white gold and worth a considerable amount of money.
If we translate that into the meanings I just explained, that would mean that people see Rak, this brat, spoiled, cold man and think him annoying, heartless, not worth their time. Same as I explained with Rak's kind of love: weak, barely even there, not real. Or even, if you want to interpret the Love Bracelet as a representation of Mut himself, then him as well. Judged as a simple person, boring, with nothing to offer but that is actually worth a lot. At least to Rak, who bought both the bracelet and Mut.
SO, what are the conclusions? Well...
Rak is FUCKING LOADED (and if he wants to provide for me as well, I'd gladly accept the offer, thank you);
Rak is an extremely complex character who's secrets are very much fun to uncover;
This series pays a lot of attention to small details and I love it for it!
And that's it.
It was a long post, I know so I'm sorry but I had to share my thoughts sdjkdjdkdjskdj
I'll keep an eye on this for the next episodes and if I have anything to add I'll let you guys know.
Also if you wanna add to this discussion feel free to, I'd love to hear it!!
All the love!! đđđ
#love sea#love sea the series#love sea episode 5#love sea ep 5#love sea the series episode 5#love sea the series ep 5#rakmut#tongrak x mahasamut#tongrak love sea#mahasamut love sea#mutrak#tongrakmahasamut#fortpeat#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#me mind y#mame#thai bl#thai series#thai actors
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Hey bestie since we are having a sleepover I want to contribute so I am thinking about what to tell you I already told you about my cat in your ask so that's covered. :D My crushes also are not very interesting because I have been with the same person for 10 years lol I can however tell you a fun fact: I only had crushed on people that sooner or later turned out to be queer (I don't mind that though) :D It would also be tempting to play Never have I ever at sleepovers (I never was allowed to play at parties when I was younger because I don't drink and people are stupid) but I fear I am pretty boring when it comes to that. Did I live out my missing youth experiences in my recent Never have I ever Hörk fic? Probably lol :D That fic is also the reason that I now have two different Never have I ever Apps on my phone I will probably never use again lol :D Okay I think I have a would you rather for you since you are also in the spatort fandom: Would you rather have dinner with Leo or Adam? (They cook) Very excited for your opinion about that :D
Okay I think I spammed you with random stuff enough now so have a nice rest of your day. :) I also saw in the tags that you hit you head so I hope you feel better soon! <3
heyyy :) i think i put i phone away to go to sleep like two minutes before you send this, my bad. we can just continue the sleepover tho bc this is fun! (depending on what kind of questions are involved in the never have i ever i am also very boring, but thatâs bc iân ace. when itâs about other stuff i have lots of crazy stories to tell)
that would you rather question is so good, here goes nothing. in my head leo can definitely cook and would probably put together a good meal. adam seems to me like a person who canât really cook that well (i may be projecting here bc while i can cook basic stuff and get by well enough living alone i am really glad that the meals in the mensa/cafeteria at uni are mostly good so i get some more variety) but then i firmly believe in the existence of the schĂŒrk/ross wg and i can imagine vincent forcing adam to help him cook regularly which results in adam being a good enough cook. but yeah, i think if i had to choose one of them to cook for dinner it would be leo simply bc iâm not sure if i trust adam at the stove. but: i think it would be fun if we werenât just two people? like leo could just bring adam along and i could also bring a friend, bc the more the merrier
since you mentioned my head, after sleeping for nine hours i feel much better now. actually iâm gonna tell you about what happened bc itâs very stupid. i was at a birthday party on saturday and afterwards we all went to the central station to get the last busses of the night while saying good bye to everyone my friend went in to hug me but we were both drunk and he kind of jumped at me and it took me a bit too long to realise what he wanted to do. anyways, long story short: i lost my balance and we both fell over, which is how i hit the back of my head on the pavement. by some insane stroke of luck i did bot get a concussion out of that.
okay, this was a lot of fun, thank you for sending the ask (and for listening to me telling you a lot of random stuff) <3
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Surprise Party
Based on this request:Â âan isaac lahey birthday imagine. like either celebrating his birthday, or the readers."
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a/n: didnât answer the ask directly bc i canât find it in my inbox?? lmao i think tumblr consumed it but know that i have been trying to find it for days
Scott McCall stands in front of you, arms folded tightly across his chest. He doesnât want to do this, you can tell, but you refuse to back down. You wonât give in, not on this.Â
âY/N, this isnât the right time. Weâre too busy to take on something new.â
You shake your head. âIâm not going to let this go. You told me to pick my fights, and Iâm doing it now.â
Scott sighs. âYouâre sure about this?â
You nod, determined. âThis is going to be the best birthday party in the history of parties. Isaac is going to love it.â
Scott glances around to make sure no one is listening before continuing. âAnd you want to keep it a secret, why, exactly?â
You shrug. âIsaac has no clue that we even know when his birthday is. I mean, how many times do you get to pull off a surprise party thatâs actually a surprise?â
Scott weaves around a group of students before continuing. How is it that Beacon Hills High is only swarming with people right when you want to have a conversation that shouldnât be overheard?
âYouâre not wrong. So, what do you want me to do? And who knows?â
You grin, making Scott look even more nervous than before. âI was hoping youâd ask. I have an itemized list for everyone. I expect perfection and nothing less.â
Scott grimaces at the thought of the work ahead. âHe better like this, thatâs all Iâm saying.â
You laugh. âOh, he will. Isaac will have no idea whatâs coming for him.â
Thus begins a flurry of preparations for the best birthday party the McCall pack has seen in years. In all fairness, the last birthday party was Lydiaâs, and ended up with her getting possessed by Peter Hale and spiking the punch bowl with wolfsbane, so itâs not like you have any real competition.Â
Regardless of past party experience, you intend on making Isaacâs birthday absolutely extraordinary. Heâs become an invaluable member of the park, always watching everybody elseâs back and being surprised when they return the favor. Itâs hard to match Scott for dedication to friends, but Isaac is managing it nonetheless.Â
Besides, heâs closer to you than most. Youâve been unsuccessfully trying to push away your feelings for the blond boy, but itâs never worked. Every time that you swear to yourself that you are over Isaac Lahey, that your heart shall never again skip a beat when you hear his name, he casually loops an arm around your waist while youâre walking or calls you âsweetheartâ because he says itâs funny.Â
Basically, thereâs no way youâre getting rid of your crush on Isaac, no matter how much you probably should. The only alternative, then, is to be best friends and pretend that it doesnât feel like a death by a thousand cuts to be so close to him and yet withhold the one secret youâd most like to share.Â
For now, though, youâre acting like a friend, and friends never forget each otherâs birthdays. You had to go so far as to make Lydia ask her mom to look up Isaacâs records so you could figure out when his birthday was, but no matter. This is going to be the best party ever. Isaac deserves that much. Thereâs no way heâs going to figure it out until the very day of the celebration.Â
Isaac starts to show signs of suspicion four days into the planning stage. He watches the pack with unusual curiosity, as if he can sense that something isnât right. He also starts to ask questions, each one framed so casually that youâd swear it meant nothing at all. However, they all have to do with what each friend is doing after school, whether or not youâd been together, if youâd done the homework. Seeing as you and your friends have been meeting almost every night to iron out every last detail of the party, this recent trend of analytical questioning isnât great.Â
Sooner or later, one of you is going to skip. You know that. Maybe itâs already happened. Itâs getting harder and harder to make sure everyoneâs alibis match, especially when Isaac can hear your heartbeats and tell when youâre lying. The best you can do is a sort of half truth, and pray that itâs close enough to throw him off your trail for a while.Â
Stiles thinks youâre going to get caught in a couple days. Scott says that youâre fine, that he wonât even know until the day of the party. Lydia refuses to comment on the matter, but you get the feeling that sheâs so committed to the success of the party that she might take Isaac out just to preserve the secret.Â
All in all, great success. Youâre actually getting really excited about this party- itâs in a couple of days now, and everything looks just right. The decorations are impeccable, youâve each got gifts that you know Isaac will love or at least pretend to love until he can return them, and Allison has already promised to make a fantastic cake.Â
Itâs all lined up to perfection. The only person who doesnât seem content, oddly enough, is Isaac. As his birthday draws nearer, he seems to grow more and more unhappy. You canât help but smile to yourself. He must be afraid that no oneâs going to do anything for his birthday. If only he had any idea of what party was awaiting him soon.Â
At last, though, Isaac pulls you aside. The two of you are walking home from school when Isaac turns to you, looking as if heâs been holding something back for a long time.Â
âDo you hate me?â
The question takes you completely by surprise. âDo I hate you? Of course I donât hate you, Isaac! Why would you ask something like that?â
Isaac holds up a hand to stop your outraged tirade. âI didnât mean it like that. Are you angry with me?â
You give him a curious look. âNot that I was aware of, but if you start challenging our friendship like this, I will be angry.â
Isaac nods slowly. âYouâre absolutely sure?â
You stop walking so you can face him. âCompletely, utterly sure. I donât think I could be mad at you if I tried. Why would you think I was mad?â
Isaac looks away. âUh, nothing. Itâs just- well, I swear you and the rest of the pack are keeping something from me. Every time I look up, you guys are whispering together, and you keep glancing at me like you know something I donât. Have I done something wrong? Is that why you guys keep hanging out without me?â
You shake your head a little too frantically. Man, you thought you were doing such a good job of keeping Isaacâs birthday a secret, but it looks like heâs been suspecting something for a while. Whatâs more, he thought you were hiding something because you didnât like him, when that couldnât be further from the truth.Â
âNo, Isaac, I swear weâre not mad. Youâve done nothing wrong. Youâre good, I promise.â
Isaac still doesnât look convinced. âThen why are you being so secretive?â
You fish around for some excuse. Youâd really like to maintain the secrecy of Isaacâs imminent birthday party, but he looks so hurt that you want to come up with something heâll believe.Â
âWe were, uh, studying?â
Isaac arches a brow. âStudying.â
This isnât great. âYeah, studying. We are, after all, students, and sometimes a good calculus test will kill is even more than an arrow from a hunter-â
Isaac sighs. âYouâre still lying to me, arenât you? What did I do to make you so unhappy with me?â
He looks so miserable that you decide you have to tell the truth. You can only hope that Lydia wonât murder you for spoiling the surprise.Â
âI donât hate you, Isaac. I swear. We were doing all this because itâs your birthday coming up, and we wanted to surprise you. We couldnât say anything about it, but I didnât realize you thought it was because we were mad at you.â
Isaacâs staring at you like heâs never seen you before, trying to memorize every line and curve of your face before it fades. âYou were throwing me a birthday party?â
Great, now youâre actually telling the truth and he doesnât even believe you. âYeah, I thought it would be fun. It was supposed to be this big surprise, but l guess thatâs kind of off the table now.â
Isaac nods slowly, as if heâs finally coming to terms with a discovery heâs secretly known all along, yet never been able to face. Just when youâre not sure whether heâs going to be furious or delighted, he steps forward and kisses you.Â
Youâre too surprised to do much of anything until he breaks away, smiling abashedly.Â
You look at him in shock. âWhat was that for?â
Isaac winces. âBeen wanting to do that for a while. I was just happy that you werenât avoiding me that I forgot that I shouldâve asked you first, I guess. Sorry about that.â
The most delightful feeling is creeping over you, weaving around your heart until you think you might burst. âYou kissed me.â
Isaacâs cheeks are tinted a definite pink. âAlright, I shouldnât have done anything. You donât have to make fun of me.â
You laugh, and itâs a happier sound than anything youâve heard in a very long time. âIâm not making fun of you, Isaac, Iâm happy.â
To prove your point, you kiss Isaac back, just because you can. You think that the sight of him smiling at you might be one of the best things youâve ever seen.Â
It is only rivaled by the scene a few days later, when Isaacâs birthday finally rolls around and you finally get to have the accursed party. No one else knows that you had to tell Isaac about it, and you swear him to secrecy.Â
Even if the surprise factor is gone, though, Isaac still looks delighted. Eventually, when the pack settles itself around a table and Allison gets up to get the birthday cake, Isaac looks over at you. You watch the way the candles cast faint light over his face, how his eyes flicker shut when he blows them out. Across the room, Stiles asked what he wished for, and even though Isaac is instantly told not to share his wish so it can still come true, Isaac still meets your eyes and mouths one word when no one is looking:
You.Â
teen wolf tag list: @thatfangirl42â, @rogueanschelâ, @lovesanimals0000â, @rafecameronswhoreâ
#isaac lahey#isaac lahey imagines#isaac lahey x reader#isaac lahey oneshot#teen wolf#teen wolf imagines#teen wolf x reader#teen wolf oneshot#teen wolf isaac#teen wolf isaac imagines#teen wolf isaac x reader#teen wolf isaac oneshot#teen wolf isaac lahey#teen wolf isaac lahey imagines#teen wolf isaac lahey x reader#teen wolf isaac lahey oneshot
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âœÂ đđđđđđ âœ
âł pairing ;Â badboy!joshua x fem(socialite)!reader
Ⳡgenre&warnings; dom!joshua, face fucking/blow jobs, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, humiliation kink, fingering, hair pulling.
âł notes; donât worry this one isnât sad â ïž why do I write angst the way I do? bc im depressed and mentally ill kdjfkdjs sorry about it HAHAHAH it gave very much the same energy as my wonwoo birthday post đ that was rly sad LMAO BUT THIS ONE ISNâT!! đźâđšđ Also I just wanted to thank everyone for sticking with me this year - fellas it was a LONG year and I am so thankful to all of you who decided to stick with me and enjoy my writing đ„șđ„șđ It really means so much to me đ Iâm very excited for what 2022 has in store and I hope itâs a little kinder to me, if possible đđ Enjoy anchor and I will see you all on Monday for a fresh new year and start! Be safe, I love you! đÂ
⊠like an anchor;
my pretty baby holds me down
safe and secure
and when its arms are wrapped aroundÂ
nothing on earth;
can come between this kind of love âŠ
You meet Joshua in between the formal parties and grandiose events.
Long dresses covering up the bruised knees and cum-stained thighs when you greet the press every single time.
âAlways such a proper princess, arenât âya, sweetheart?â Heâd always say - right before he locked his fingertips into your hair and had you however he wanted you.
And he was right; your family had come from old money and you were a socialite always in the paparazziâs eyes. Something that exhausted you to no ends.
Until you met Joshua.
âNgh... Mmngh...â
âThatâs right, sweetheart~ Take all of my cock in that cute âlil mouth of yours~â
Your lipstick is smeared all around as you do your best to take as much of him as you can - fighting your gag reflex as he resists the urge to start fucking your face from the get-go.
âSuch a filthy âlil slut meeting me here to get your pussy fucked instead of going to that charity auction. Tsk, what would your family and the paparazzi think of their proper princess, hmm? How are you going to show up after Iâve already ruined your pretty makeup~?âÂ
Your body tingles as you moan around him - fingertips already lost between the folds of your dress as you reach under to play with yourself.
âMmph...â
Joshuaâs fingertips tug on your hair once he feels you relax; wasting no time as he starts to use your mouth and throat to get himself off.Â
âI can see the way youâre playing with yourself, you cockslut~ Get your pretty âlil cunt ready to take me so I can fuck you and let you get back to your rich people shit~âÂ
He laughs cockily as he watches you and the way your mouth stretches to accommodate his girth.
âMake sure you keep all of my cum inside your pussy or else itâll stain that expensive dress of yours, sweetheart~ You wouldnât want them to know youâre on your knees for me, would you?â
You choke and sputter around him just as you start to play with your own clit; manicured fingertips rubbing quick and harsh circles on the nub in time with his punishing pace.
You knew you shouldâve been at the charity event sooner - but youâd promised Joshua youâd meet him for his birthday no matter the time or the place.
âFuck, I bet it gets you so fuckinâ wet thinkinâ about what a filthy fucking cockwhore you really are, huh? You play so nice and proper and innocent in front of all the cameras but the truth is that you just want me to fuckinâ ruin your pussy all fuckinâ night, right? You want them to know and see what an obedient âlil fucktoy you are~ Cunt dripping with my cum right in front of all those cameras~â
Your eyes roll to the back of your head just as you slip two fingers inside your pussy - hurriedly scissoring and curling the digits inside of yourself as you swallow and hollow out your cheeks around his cock.
Joshua was always right.
He read you like an open book every time and made you cum with the thoughts floating through your mind of how badly you wanted to shatter your public image.
âMm, your mouth is almost as good as that cunt of yours~ Should I cum down your throat tonight or should I cum inside your pussy?â
Joshua tugs you by the hair - the styled locks mussed and undone long before youâd even sunk to your knees in front of him.
A thread of spit and precum connect your lips to the head of his cock; your fingers still knuckle deep inside your pussy as you continue to thrust them in when you peer up at Joshua through wet lashes.
âI--p-please... Joshua...â Your throat is already sore but your walls tighten up around your fingers when he smirks back at you.
âC-cum inside my--my p-pussy...âÂ
And Joshua nods, eyes twinkling when he lets go of your hair and wraps a hand around his thick cock.
âThen spread your legs like a good âlil slut for me, sweetheart. We donât have all night.â
#Joshua smut#seventeen smut#svt smut#Joshua scenarios#Joshua imagines#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#svt scenarios#seventeen scenarios#Joshua fic#Joshua hong#svt fic
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S/oâs birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they donât feel special [Genshin Impact]
Characters Included: Aether, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti.
Notes: Ayeeee! Since itâs my birthday today, why not make this? :))) I actually got carried away đ„Č this is around 3.5k words in total. Hope yaâll like this!
Readerâs Gender: Neutral (tho i think thereâs a slight implied female heheâŠ)
Warning: probably some swear words here and there knowing me- and mild suggestive themes in kaeyaâs partÂ
[albedo, scaramouche, xiao]
Aether remembers your birthday more than he knows his- like srsly, heâs the kind that remembers his s/oâs bday more than his. Heâs also the kind that celebrates it privately unless you want to celebrate it with others, which he doesnât mind. He might have a hard time deciding what kind of gift you want, but sooner or later, he already has one (or multiples bc he canât decide-).Â
Imagine his confusion when your day finally arrives but he canât find you anywhere, even Paimon, who was excited to celebrate your bday (âoohh~ I canât wait to eat the cake!â - Paimon), seems confused. Probably the culprit in planting worry in the travellers head as she jumps to conclusion that you mightâve been kidnapped.Â
Luckily, he checked your house before he could report it to the knights of Favonius or the Qixing (like any normal person should do really-). When he received no reply, he takes out the spare key you gave him and entered your house, an invasion of privacy he knows but it's an emergency-Â
Knowing that youâre in your room when he canât find you downstairs, he knocks on your bedroom door softly while calling your name. Imagine his (and Paimonâs) relief when the door cracked open. Immediately engulfing you into a hug, he lets out a sigh of relief. He then proceeds to ask you what you were doing inside your room when itâs your birthday. His heart literally broke when you stated your reason. Tightening his hold around your figure, he smiles bitterly, knowing that feeling all too well..
âThatâs not true. None of that stuff is true. Everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, most especially you. Weâve brought some food, and cake of course. Also some gifts from other people. If you want, do you want to celebrate it with just the two, or rather three, of us?â
You, who was a literal angel in his eyes deserve the world. He honestly wants to find whoever put that idea in your head but that was reserved for another moment. For now, his main priority is your happiness. Guiding you downstairs where Paimon was (she left when aether hugged you, knowing you two needed privacy. also the cAKE-), he watches as your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cake.Â
Grinning softly he made sure you had fun with your birthday. Even though it would be more fun with more people, it feels more special if itâs celebrated with just the two of you. Staring you with pure adoration as you laughed merrily at the sight of Paimon stuffing herself with food. He couldnât help himself but lean forward to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, leaning back with a smile on his face.Â
âHappy birthday, my love. May many more to come. Maybe next time, we can invite other people. Though I donât mind if weâll celebrate it with just the two of us only-â And Paimon! Donât forget about Paimon!â âYes yes. And Paimon.â
Similar to Aether, he would most definitely remember your birthday. After all, it holds a special place in his heart, alongside his family. And since this boi is rich af, he would most definitely try to spoil you on your birthday. Piles of expensive (or just cheap yet meaningful) gifts, reservation to a high-class restaurant in Liyue Harbor, and all that glamour.Â
Actually, he didnât find it odd that he didnât see you immediately, thinking that you overslept or just relaxing in your house. But he soon finds it weird when itâs already around 3 in the afternoon and no sign of your face in the crowd, something he raised a brow at but shrugged it off. It isnât until itâs almost the time of the reservation he made when he finally realized whatâs going on.Â
When he arrived at your house, dressed in a suit similar to Zhongli except itâs entirely black and white, waiting for you to come out. After a couple of minutes, he soon got concerned and decided to enter your bedroom through the window (pls do not do this at home). Startled at the sudden appearance of your handsome yet cheeky boyfriend, he stares at you with eyes asking the questions he didnât dare to tell.Â
Knowing he will get his answer one way or another, you decided to tell him about your dilemma. After you finished explaining yourself, silence surrounds you, which is quite worrisome since your boyfriend is known for his rather talkative behavior. Blinking in surprise at the sudden embrace of the 11th Harbinger, his hug was rather tight but not too tight that it cuts your oxygen. Speaking in a low, faint voice, a surprising feat for him, you can make out what he said as clear as day.Â
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve noticed it sooner. I was trying to be a perfect boyfriend for you but I guess I failed in that aspect. You know, if you feel like you arenât special enough to celebrate your birthday, then what about me? Me who stained his hands with the red blood of his enemies, always engaging in a fight, clashing with other blades. Insecurity is really an asshole huh? Let me make it up to you now. Letâs not anymore go to that stupid high-class restaurant, câmon, up you go. You better dressed comfortably when I come back or elseâŠâ
Leaving you quickly before coming back immediately, this time in more comfortable clothing rather than the stiff suit he wore earlier. This time as well, he entered your house normally through the door. In his arms, he was holding a bunch of stuff and proceeded to dump it on the living room table. It was different kinds of movies in different genres, you spotted some of your favorite movies in them (makes you also wonder where he got these from since you donât remember seeing these in the room he stays-).
He would suggest making a pillow fort, and while making the pillow fort, he proceeded to smack you with one. Which ensued a pillow fight between you two. It successfully made the both of you a laughing mess by the end, filled with feathers. Childe then carries you bridal style to the incomplete pillow fort and starts the movie you chose. Placing you in his lap and placing his head either on your shoulder or head depending on your height, cuddling you from behind tightly with a contented smile on his face.Â
âYou know what? This might not be how I envisioned how your birthday would go, but Iâm not complaining. Happy birthday, comrade. My most adorable and most cutest and only love. I love you so much that youâll be the very reason why I die so suddenly. So stop being so cute okay?âÂ
(You two are living together in this one.)
Diluc has the probability of forgetting your birthday due to his busy schedule, especially if itâs starting to rise when your birthday draws near. He might neglect you for a couple of days, too engrossed in his work. When the day finally arrives, it completely leaves his mind. Like heâll think of it as a completely ordinary working day. It isnât until one of your friends told him to send you their birthday greetings that he remembered. And oh boy does he feel guilty, like srsly, he literally froze when he realizes what day it is today. And you know what that means? âšPaniccâš
Honestly, I can see him buying the whole store XD. In the state of panic, his common sense just leaves him completely that he ends us buying practically the whole store. It would be sent to the Dawn Winery immediately as he buys some flowers from Flora, who also sent you her birthday greetings, which made him more guilty-
When Diluc steps foot inside the manor, he tries to search for you outside the gardens where he usually finds you but when he doesn't, he gets worried. Asking the head maid immediately about your whereabouts, and his concern and worry (and guilt) grew even more when he finds out that you havenât gone out of your room. He quickly went to your shared room, with the flowers still in his hands, and knocked on your door. Calling your name softly and asking for permission to enter, when granted he entered the room as quickly as possible. But seeing the sight of you bundled up in your blanket made his heart crack.
Placing the flowers at the bedside table, he quickly made his way in front of you and kneeled down to meet your eye level. You can tell he was very worried about you with how frantic his eyes seem and the concern underlying it. With the way he was staring at you, you canât help but spill your insecurity to him. The reason why you were hiding in his room rather than go out to celebrate your day of birth. Every word you spill made his heart break even more. Seeing tears started to leak from your eyes, he placed his two hands on your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Smiling at you gently and placing a kiss on your eyelids and on your nose.
âI completely understand, my love. Even I sometimes feel that way. Also to the point where I donât want to celebrate my birthday even, but that wonât do my love. You are so special, you deserve your special day to be well special. If you want to simply lay here and sleep, then so be it. If you want to go out and do something, then Iâll happily oblige. Letâs obliterate those awful thoughts, and if those keep persisting, Iâll slice them up for you. Iâll keep picking you up when you fall. So, what is your command, my love?â (i'm so tempted for him to say master-)
Whatever your answer may be, one thing for sure, Diluc is seen smiling adoringly at you. Even the maids noted how soft the master is around you, particularly today. Whether curled up together in the bed, with him embracing you tightly to his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head. And if you listen carefully, you can hear him quietly humming a tune that his father (or mother) sang to him. Or you two outside in the garden, simply admiring the view with his hand around your waist.Â
Either way, at the end of the day, he would wake you up or make you go inside for dinner. You havenât eaten breakfast or lunch yet so youâre probably hungry by now. If you donât want to leave your room or want to return to your room, he would understand and make the maids bring the food to you. When the maid(s) finally arrives with the food, you notice the cake on the tray. Looking at him as he chuckles, taking the trays from the maids. Humming a light tune, he scoops a spoonful of cake and holds it to your mouth, with a slight smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief.Â
âStop staring at me like that, did you really think I would let the day go by for you to not celebrate your birthday properly? From what I know, birthdays have cakes in them, whether a huge cake or a cupcake. Say âahhâ~... Happy birthday my love. May next year be more enjoyable than now.â
Kaeya remembers your birthday like the back of his hand, I think heâs even more excited than you really. Eagerly awaiting your birthday as he counts down the days, dropping hints and stuff to you birthday-related, and probably plans a birthday party for you. The knights immediately agreed on it, including a certain bard, traveler, and wine master (albeit more hesitantly). He made sure that this party would be successful, constantly checking on the plans and such. To the point that everyone was practically fed up with his constant questions. But they understand that he wants this to be a successful and enjoyable party for you. It got to the point where Diluc kicked him out of his Tavern after asking for the umpteenth time.Â
When your day finally arrives, he was practically beaming with joy and excitement. To the point where he canât hide it behind the cool and suave facade he wears. He quickly made his way to you, going along with the plan of distracting you as they started to prepare for the party. In his total excitement, he didnât notice the rather gloomy atmosphere around the house. But when he arrived at your door, that is when he noticed how quiet your house is.
Now albeit worried, his excited smile slipping from his face and now replaced with a worried frown, he knocked on your door, calling you in his usual teasing voice. When he didnât hear your response, the bubble of anxiety appeared in his body. Twisting the knob and finding it unlocked, he quietly and carefully opened the door. Seeing your back immediately, seeing your side rise and fall making him sigh in relief that you were still alive. Closing the door gently but made a noise to alert you of his presence. Taking a seat behind you, he ran his cold fingers on your back, watching you arching at the sudden coldness of his fingers. Smiling slightly, he asked whatâs wrong.Â
Turning around to face him, you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Instinctively wrapping his arms around you, he played with your hair with one of his hands. Tapping on your head slightly, beckoning for you to answer his question. With no way out, you decided to come clean. You explain how you feel like you donât feel like you deserve to be treated as special on your birthday and all that sort. His face was void of emotion as he stared at the ceiling with his unique pair of blue eyes. Outside he might seem emotionless. But inside, he was on the brink of insanity. Who dares to put such an idea on his s/oâs mind? Why would you think of that? Was this insecurity of yours also his fault?
âThat must be the most stupidest thing Iâve ever heard. Youâre not special? Please. Donât try to make me laugh with that joke âcause itâs not funny. You are a jewel, a star, a constellation. As rare as the gems, or rather visions. You can even rival the very sun with your smile. I know those demons in your head keep saying those words to you, the temptation is so tempting, right? Just succumbing to them to make them quiet. But thatâs why Iâm here, my dearest snowflake. Iâm here for you. Youâre so special to everyone, most especially to me. You mean the world to me. Anyway, enough of this tear-jerking stuff, we have a party to celebrate. And we canât celebrate it without the birthday gal/guy now can we?â
Despite your protests, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you outside and into the dawn winery where the party was held. Placing you on the ground and pushing you forward where people from Mondstadt came and greeted you with happy birthdays. Smiling at the sight of you being overwhelmed at the warm greetings, and then chuckling at how bright your face became. Diluc nudges him to you, beckoning him to help you before returning to what he was previously doing (most likely trying to force a bard to not finish all the wines in the vicinity).
After a while in the party, Kaeya brings you to a secluded place with no people for air. Being in a party filled with people could be suffocating at times, especially if youâre not used to it. He intertwined his hands with yours and bends down to meet your eye level (or leans down if you have the same height as him-). He gives you a cheeky smile and proceeds to place a peck on your lips. Chuckling when you pouted and glared at him, wanting more kisses.
âMy my, what a greedy vixen~ But it is indeed your birthday so I guess I have no choice but to oblige to whatever my birthday vixen wants me to do. Would you like me to strip as well? Haha. Kidding kidding. Happy birthday, princess/prince. May many more to come. Oh! I forgot. I heard from a certain birdie that you ordered for a personal performance from me~ would you like to get it now?âÂ
Since we all know that Venti practically doesnât do anything like every day, I would safely say that he would remember your birthday. Probably save some mora to buy you a gift for your birthday, even though itâs not as fancy as the people in Liyue (they all rich kids-), itâs still meaningful. He probably made a bracelet all by himself with the beads he either bought or also made by himself. Nevertheless, he was as excited as Kaeya for your birthday. Already prepared songs to sing for you when that day comes.Â
Venti immediately searches for you when the day finally arrives, but his excited and bright smile vanishes when he canât find you in the crowd of people. Raising a brow at your sudden disappearance, he searched for you everywhere, the tavern, the church, the headquarters, everywhere but your house. So when he finally arrives at your house, he was filled with worry and concern. Entering your room through the window like usual, he sees your figure sitting on the floor while reading a book.
He pouted at the sight as he made his presence known by asking you why you were here and reading a book on your birthday. He watches as you jump from where you are and turns to look at him, sighing at the sight of him. He slowly made his way to you and sat next to you, his legs sprawled across the floor. He takes note of the food around you, which was non-birthday festive, it was just ordinary food. Not understanding why youâre sulking in your room, he asked you whatâs wrong.Â
Ventiâs eyes widened at your explanation, feeling the sadness leaking at the words you said. They weave themselves around his heart, squeezing it, making him have a hard time breathing. He shares your pain. He was your soulmate after all. He immediately engulfed you in a hug, stuffing his face on the crook of your neck. You were so vulnerable in his eyes. You were so fragile. He desperately wants to protect you from the pain. But looks like he canât protect you from your own demons.Â
âEven though I promised myself to not say or do anything thatâll make you sad, I just need to get it off my chest. Iâm sorry you had to suffer through that, those demons that a simple bard that weaves stories into songs canât erase. Alright, no more feeling sorry for yourself. Itâs time to get out and spend the rest of the day enjoyable, perfect for my precious Cecilia.âÂ
Without any warnings, he picked you up and jumped out of your window. Shrieking at the sudden fast pace, you instinctively wrapped your hands around him as he landed on the ground. Giving you a smug smile while saying âdidnât think iâd let you fall now?â Please slap him. Anyway, he laughed at your aggression and continued to run. Even if you ask where youâre going, he just says it's a secret. So might as well enjoy being in his arms as he continues to run (you swear you can feel the wind adding to his speed but that was just maybe your imagination-).
After a while, he placed you down and you realized where you are. It was Starsnatch Cliff, surrounding you were Cecilia flowers. Venti jumped on you, making you fall to the ground as he giggles. His hat flown back from the force of his sudden attack, he still has that stupid big smile on his face. Since his laughter is contagious, you couldnât help but laugh alongside him. His eyes glistened with delight at the sight of your smile finally. Grabbing your hand and placing the bracelet he made, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle.
âThis bracelet shall be a promise from me to you, a fellow bard to the fairest queen/king. I shall love you for eternity, this heart will only beat for you, and this body belongs to you. If youâre in dire need of assistance, donât hesitate to call me. Iâll be there, forever and always. Happy birthday, my sweet flower.â
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Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you
Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D đđđđâš
Our birthdays are so close toođđ mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)
Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! đđđâš I love you so very much <3
The teams forgetting their manager's birthday
Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki
Warnings: none
Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan đșđđ) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!
Seijoh
The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.
Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.
Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees âManager Chan's birthday, 19th November.â
And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.
The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.
You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.
How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?
That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.
They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.
Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.
The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.
You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.
Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying ây/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.â
You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.
When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.
Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.
You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side
Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.
âthanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!â you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.
Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.
You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. âThanks for rememberingâ you said softly.
He blushed. âhow did you know?â you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.
âWe're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager everâ said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.
You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.
You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.
Shiratorizawa
So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.
Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers âOh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!â as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)
He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.
Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.
Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.
Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.
So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.
You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. âwhere are we going?â you ask, and he just casually answers âto celebrate the end of examsâ
You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.
âlet's go have udonâ says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.
Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.
You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.
Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.
You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.
âWe're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpaiâ says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.
You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.
Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.
At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.
The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.
Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.
Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.
Inarizaki
My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot đ
đ) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.
Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. âIsn't y/n's birthday five days from now?â
Your friend replies. âno haha, it's today!â which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!
The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.
Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.
Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.
Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.
Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.
They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.
The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.
Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. âY/n-san, let's go.â said Kita with a mysterious smile.
You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.
He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. âLet's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.â
You were super confused. âbut school?â. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. âKita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.â
Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.
They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.
Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.
Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.
âHappy Birthday, y/n-chan.â they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.
You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.
They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.
You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. âThank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'â if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.
Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.
âI can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroonâ said Aran.
Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.
Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.
Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.
âhey that's enough nowâ says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.
The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.
The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.
At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.
As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.
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Ask Answers: July 10th
I really let asks get away from me lately. I was super focused on working on that Patreon Moment. With that done I can finally think about doing other things, so hereâs a new collection of answers!
Thank you for sending in questions everyone ^^.
For the new Patreon moment, will you be able to reference it in step 4? Or just like a tiny nod to it if you pick certain choices?
There wonât be. Iâm sorry if you were hoping for that! The Patreon moment is meant to be entirely optional, itâs not something that gets you extra content in the main game.
Is the new CG artist the main one now? :0 Iâve noticed theres been a difference in the art style recently. Is the old CG artist still going to make art for the game? :0
The original artist still makes CGs for the game sometimes, but he mainly focuses on character sprites.
Are you going to put the NSFW our life moment on a website other than patreon? I would love to get it but I can't use patreon atm.
I donât know. I'm afraid we can't release the Patreon Moment on a normal game storefront because we can't mix 18+ content with our family friendly game. If there's some other place similar to Patreon where it's not the normal type of full-scale public content releases we'd consider using that, but Iâm not sure if there is another site thatâs better than Patreon in that regard. I'm sorry.
Out of curiosity, in all of your games so far, which characters in each were the most fun to write? They obviously don't have to be your favorite characters!
Buffalo Seer in AFA, really everyone in XOD/XOBD is pretty equally entertaining to write, The Guide in LoV, and Cove in OL!
idk if you accept "personal" questions, but is there anything you've been watching/ listening to lately
Mostly, Iâve been watching/listening to Authortube videos as of late! Itâs people who talk generally about the process of how books become traditionally published and/or share their own experience as they attempt to be published. I donât have an interest in writing normal text based books, but itâs really interesting to hear about that world. Iâm listening to a video about royalties right now as I answer these asks.
Will one of the desserts we get to pick be fudge? That'd be such a cute reference!Â
Haha, yeah, it should. Unless I completely blank on it and forget when trying to include the various referential food options.
I don't know if this has been asked previously but what would be the approximate heights for the presets MC can choose from Step 2 ~ 4? Are there any measurement you had in mind? Sorry if I didn't make myself clear kk I've been struggling with my English lately đÂ
I donât know, ahah. I didnât have any numbers in mind for that. So itâs whatever you imagine it is!
I noticed a bug with the Patreon moment when it comes to what your character wears. When Jamie and Cove are kissing while my character only had dresses selected, I had both the option to remove the dress or to remove the shirt... Picking one of the options to interact with Cove, after he removed his shirt, it had Jamie remove their shirt followed by ther pants despite only having dresses picked.Â
Thank you for reporting ^^
I keep refreshing steam to see when the new doc for xobd will be released. I noticed you haven't posted anything about it in quite some time. Would it be possible to ask about a timeline/potential date? (If it's even this yearâ) I know you and your team are probably working super hard, I'm just super curious! ~Thank you!~Â
There are more stories done, I just havenât gotten around to publicly releasing them. Hopefully I will have a chance to spend the time on that sooner rather than later!
hello!! iâm not sure if itâs an update but iâve just replayed our life and at the end i canât propose to cove anymore? :(( iâve actually tried playing twice but the options are not there anymore, did you guys remove the options? iâm sorry if youâve answered this before!! thank you and have a good one :)Â
Iâm afraid things havenât been changed or removed, so I think you mightâve accidentally picked the wrong things somewhere along the way and locked yourself out of being able to propose by mistake. Sometimes you meant to say you want to get married but instead you mis-click and have it so the MC isnât thinking about marriage or something. All I can suggest is starting from the beginning of Step 3 and making sure to follow the steps listed in the FAQ. Iâm sorry for that.
Did yall remove some of the options for when youre making out with Cove in the charity moment? I could've sworn you could grab his bonkadonk and its not there anymoreÂ
This is the same situation as the above. We didnât remove things and youâre not wrong that there are sometimes those options. But there are various choices you have to make to get those options and it sounds like you accidentally missed something. If your relationship isnât long-term, you canât do it for example.
HI IM SO EXCITED I CAN FINALLY GET THE STEP 3 DLCÂ
Thank you for getting it!
Is Shiloh super totally straight bc Iâm very gay and a huge Shiloh fan, would my man make an exception?đ©
Sadly, he is one of our super straight characters. Iâm sorry.
Hi, I have a very dumb question. In Step 2 does Cove not wanna share his drink with us at the mall (or rather why he stops drinking it) because it's an indirect kiss? Or is it like ...weird to him to share? Because if I remember right he eats off our spoon in the birthday scene right?Â
Yeah, heâs awkward about it because he likes the MC and it feels very personal to share a straw with his crush.
Hi! If you don't mind me asking, who is the artist for OL2? Their style is so pretty!Â
Thank you for saying so! This is her Twitter- https://twitter.com/redridingheart
Do Beginnings & Always and Now & Forever exist in the same universe?Â
Yep! XOXO Droplets also exists in the same universe. Itâs one big GB Patch world, haha.
Do Pran's parents regret the way they raised him? Do they feel ashamed of it?
No. Theyâre the type of people best cut out because theyâre not gonna change. Which is why Pran does go very limited contact when heâs an adult.
Hi! I just wrapped up my second playthrough of Our Life, and I absolutely adore it, but I had a question. I went to the gallery and found I was missing 2 CGS (specifically Step 1-3 and 2-3) and I had no clue where they would've shown up. Which moments are those found in?Â
You get it by telling Cove about his dad offering you money to be his friend in Step 1 and Step 2. You canât get both in one playthrough, since you can only tell Cove the truth once. Iâm really glad you liked it!
Hi hi! Please, how tall is Baxter and Derek? Love the game so much and I can't wait to see more!Â
I donât know, aha. I think Baxter was around 5âČ10 and Derek was like 5âČ8/5âČ9, maybe. I really am not one who has specific heights for things in mind.
is adult cove a bottom, top, or switch?Â
A switch, though would choose the top if he had to pick.
I was wondering if there is a way to transfer save data? Even if through the game files. I wanted to be able to transfer my save data from my desktop over to my laptop so that I could continue playing right where I left off from but I'm not entirely sure how to go about that.Â
If you save the save folder/persistent data of the game from your desktop and put it into the game folder on your other device, that could work.
Hi! Is it possible for us to know the date when our life: now and forever comes out on steam? Sorry if you've mentioned it before but I haven't seen it and I'm looking foward to that happening and just wanted to know :)Â
Itâs gonna be a long time, Iâm afraid. Thereâs no estimate right now.
I started playing Our Life with my sister a while ago, and I think you guys should know that we discovered your secret. >:)
L from death note and Cove are clearly the same person, and this whole game is just an origin story!!
Iâve never seen that show so Iâm sorry to say I donât understand the connection/reference youâre trying to make. Iâm pretty out of the loop when it comes to media. I donât watch movies or TV.
Will OL2 have options for disabled MCs?
I understand if it's too complicated, just curious
Unfortunately, itâs not really something we have a plan for. We couldnât finish the game if we tried to include every disability and have it be meaningful. Itâd just be too much content to create. But if we decide to only include a few, how would we choose which disabilities get to be represented and which are left out? I donât know. Itâll probably have to be something we donât include as an option again, sadly. Iâm sorry.
playing our life > anything elseÂ
Haha, Iâm glad youâre enjoying it.
Honestly, I would like to thank Our Life for helping me come to terms with my sexuality. Before, I never would've actually thought that it was possible to like boys romantically and still be asexual. Almost all of the BL visual novels I've read had unskippable sexual content in them and it honestly just didn't click with what I feel. I'm glad I found Our Life. I love the game, the developers, and this fandom so much. Now, I can safely come out as homoromantic AND asexual (at least anonymously here anyway; my parents are still huge homophobes đ).Â
Aw, itâs great to hear you felt comfortable being yourself in the game! Thatâs wonderful. Iâm really sorry about your parents, though.
Will the demo for OL2 be on android? Really not sure if I could wait any longer than I have to ahaÂ
Yeah, itâll be available for Android once we eventually release a demo!
Do all these reveals perhaps mean development is progressing ahead of schedule? Please let that be the case I'm already obsessed with QiuÂ
No, sorry, aha. Art comes along much faster than script/programming-work for us. Itâs gonna be a long time before the game is a finished thing you can actually play. But at least we can look at the beautiful images.
Hey! First of all I wanna say I reallllllyyyyy loooovvveeee Our Life and XOXO Droplets! I have over 300 hours of playtime on Our Life⊠Anyways, I was just wondering, are the Derek and Baxter DLCs going to come out at the same time? If not, which one do you plan to release first? :3Â
They will come out separately and Derek will be first! Glad you like the game.
I keep replaying Our Life to get every possible iteration and I am loving it <3 I was wondering if Cove gets locked out of his confession because MC was talking to Lee, would it be possible to confess to him in step 4?Â
Yeah, you can avoid the confession in Step 3 and then get it in Step 4.
Hi, my Cove wears bracelets through step 2 and 3 but I still don't get an option to give him a bracelet? I didn't even know that was possible until I seen someone else ask about it lolÂ
Hm, did you use the Cove creator? Maybe thereâs a bug where using the creator to add bracelets doesnât fulfill the requirement to give Cove a bracelet in Step 3.
Wait, I'm dense, when does Baxter appear in step 2? Is it from big park firework? I feel so bad since i really love Baxter and waiting to buy his dlc.Â
Itâs in the Soiree Moment. You have to be just friends with Cove, indifferent, or crushing but not ask Cove to the dance at all. Then while there you can find someone new to dance with. But if you bring Cove to the dance while crushing, the MC wonât wanna dance with anyone else so you canât get the scene.
In step 2 when we go to the soiree I made my mc go alone and baxter chooses the mc to dance, i'm curious, why did he pick the mc? sorry if this has been asked before!Â
Because the MC looked to be around his age, seemed to also be searching for a partner, and had nice legs. A perfect option for him.
I read some of the FAQs, and I saw that we could tell Baxter about the condo that he rented there was previously the mean old grandparents. how do we get the mc to tell him that?Â
It happens in the DLC Moment âLate Shiftâ. If you donât have a job you instead get a longer scene with Baxter.
I donât know if youâve addressed this or not, but are you planning on paying voice actors for our life: now and forever?Â
Yeah, we pay our VAs in all our projects.
hey can i ask how you did the moments thing in ol? im trying to get into making visual novels and while im VERY sure its out of my comfort zone and all that atm i kinda wanna know just for the future, bc im p sure it would work well for something i wanna do :O but its also fine if you cant say for other reasons :>Â
Iâm afraid Iâm not sure what you mean. Are you asking how we programmed the screen or something script related? Adding Moments like that is pretty straightforward, though. You just have buttons that open to different labels and then the scripts are essentially individual short stories/vignettes. Good luck with your VN!
Since Autumn becomes gender fluid later in the game, will there be a character who remains as he/him to romance in game?Â
OL1 has the he/him LIs, OL2 is all about other genders.
I don't want to impose on your creative plans, but a parrot could possibly make a good pet in an OL-type game? They're pretty long-lived and likely to still be thriving by the end even if the MC got them back in step 1.Â
I do appreciate the suggestion, but Iâm afraid itâs not likely going to happen. I understand there are technically some animals that could theoretically live long enough to last the whole game that or we could have the MC only get a pet after some years have already passed. But the many things that would have to be considered/accommodated for makes it just something we probably canât manage adding. Iâm sorry.
As time passes will we be able to see Qiu and Tamarack's other stage arts as well?
They are both so cute i can't wait to be friends with them!
Yeah, weâll show content from other Steps in the future. Itâll be a little while from now, though.
Can you date Cove and still have your family comfort you in the car?
You canât get Coveâs Step 3 confession scene if you have the family comfort you in the car. But thatâs not the only way to date him. You can get together with him earlier in the game or later on in Step 4.
Is Mc always going to be the one walking down the aisle or could Cove do it? Also could you choose to have one of your moms walk you?Â
No. Cove wouldnât want to walk down the aisle like that and the MC automatically respects that. And the MC also gets to have their preferences respected, so itâs up to you whether they want to do an aisle walk or not. You also can pick who, if anyone, walks with you.
Once step 4 is out, will you be able to go the whole game on crush/love without either of you confessing?Â
Yes, as long as you tell the game you donât want to progress the relationship. Even in Step 4 it wonât force you to officially get together.
Howdy, so in Step 4, there will be any Romance with Derek that is not part of any dlc?Â
Heâs only a friend unless you get his romance story.
Will the step 4 in OL2 be one big step or are you considering moments?Â
Step 4 is just an epilogue in both games.
hi kind of a weird question but!! we know tht cliff doesn't start dating again but. wht abt flings? like does he ever do 1 night stands or anything? thank u!!!!!!!!!!!!Â
Nope. Cliff has a very small interest in sex. If heâs not in a real relationship with a partner heâs crazy about it simply isnât something he feels a need for, so one night stands wouldnât even cross his mind.
sorry if you've already answered this, but i was wondering if there were plans for there to be bonus love interests in OL2 like how we have derek and baxter in OL1.
Maybe! There are side characters who could be given romance stories, but whether or not it will happen depends on funding and how long everything else takes to finish.
I don't know if i'm allowed to ask about ol2 here yet, if not u can ignore this or answer it later. My question is can you date one of them and be good friends with the other? I don't want to be strangers with the other bcs i love them both a lot :<
Yes you can!
what patreon level do i have to be to unlock the nsfw moment? im on the $5 one right now, will that give me access to the moment, or just access to the moment progress?Â
Thatâll give you access! Tier 2 and anything higher allows the player to download it.
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Youâre A Winchester? (Castiel x Winchester!Reader)
Request: You are so sweet, is a little sister Winchester reader good? Like in her late 20s that is their sister from another world/dimension, but they don't have a sister in their world? And she is just trying to fit into their family but she is a good hunter? It can be with Cas Meg or both, whatever you are inspired to do :) (by @sourpatchspinster), [Supernatural-Masterlist]
Part Two
Summary: You woke up in the middle of nowhere. How the hell did you get here? The last thing you remembered was being in a motel room & all of a sudden, you found yourself lost with the worst headache ever. Who would have thought your life was about to be changed forever?
Words: 5,270
Warnings: takes place in season 15 bc I want âeveryoneâ to be alive & happy, language (do I still have to mention this?), mentions of our dear friend Chuck, angst?, innocent reader (I donât know what happened to me during my writing break tbh), not my fav piece but I loved the request so there you go, fluff, (possible second part?), (Y/E/C) = your eye color
If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated â€
Black. That was all you could see. Your head was killing you, it felt like someone tried to crush it with their bare hands. It took you a lot of strength but after a few attempts, you managed to open your eyes & were met with a blue sky. HuhâŠDid you fall asleep outside? No. WAIT?! Were you captured? No, you were just lying on the grass. Slowly, you got into a sitting position, looking around to figure out where in the hell you were. Unfortunately, your surroundings were unfamiliar. Taking deep breaths, you tried thinking logical for a second. The last thing you remembered was you sitting in a motel room, turning pages in an old diary your family left behind.
You had never met any of your family, growing up in a childrenâs home becauseâŠwell, you had no idea if you were completely honest. Throughout the years, you had been to multiple foster families but in the end, you always ended up back at the childrenâs home. Not that you cared too much. It was not like you ever felt like you belonged with them anyway. On your 18th birthday, Sally, one of the employees, came into your room with a small package in her hand. That was the first time you had ever received a gift.
âIt says I should give it to you today.â she handed you the small wrapped gift with a genuine smile on her face.
âWhat is it?â your curiosity got the best of you.
âOpen up & see, I guess. I have no idea.â & with that she left you alone once again.
The day you got the diary was when you left the childrenâs home for good. You could not believe what you had read. Apparently, you did have a family. Or so it seemed. But why the hell had you never met them? And why the hell did it seem like your family suffered from psychological problems? Schizophrenia? To be honest, you did not care about that. The only thing that mattered to you was that it seemed like you had a father & two brothers out there somewhere. It looked like your mother had died a while agoâŠ
~back to your confused ass self~
Being alone out in the middle of nowhere was not particularly comforting. What scared you even more was that you did not even have your stuff with you. Where was your diary? Your phone did not matter to you that much, neither did your clothes. It was not like you owned much to begin with. But that diary? That meant the world to you. Even after years of unsuccessful searching for your family, you never gave up. Because deep down, you knew you would come across them eventually.
Coming to a standing position, you dusted off the dirt that was on your clothes. A black car in the distance caught your attention. What was a car doing out here in the middle of nowhere? Maybe your kidnappers were driving it & brought you here? That thought let your heart race. Yet, you found yourself moving closer to the car. The closer you got, the more you could make out. Was that a â67 Impala? Out here? And it looked like it was in great condition? If you had enough money you would buy a similar car & you sure would treat it the same way that the Impalaâs owner did.
You risked a look inside the Impala, finding it relatively empty, but before you could spend much longer admiring it, you saw something silver in the corner of your eye. Was that aâŠdoor? Okay, yeah, you were definitely kidnapped. But not by professionals, that was for sure. Not the right time to joke? Okay, okay, right. Upon closer inspection, you noted that it was most likely a door to a bunker. Why you did not run right away, you were not sure. Something about this place felt likeâŠhome. Huh, weird. How could you be so anxious yet so at peace all at once? Only one way to find out. Oh boy, you would so regret this later.
Before you could think too much, your hand was moving towards the door, ready to push. Surprisingly, it was not locked. You had to push your entire weight against the door to keep it moving since it was so damn heavy. By now, your legs were moving on their own & all of a sudden you were standing inside aâŠbunker? There was not much to make out because your eyes had to adjust to the dark inside at first.
It sounded like footsteps were approaching fast but because of the echo in the bunker you could not quite tell where they were coming from. There was one thing you did notice, though, & it was the fact that there was more than one person coming your way. Fuck.
âHANDS IN THE AIR!â the click of a gun was followed after the loud voice. Obeying, you put your hands up even though you were sure nobody could see what you were doing anyway. It was still dark after all. Right this instance, light illuminated the room & you were stunned by how big the bunker was. Eyes wide, you looked around, only to find you were upstairs & the voice you heard was coming from beneath you. Gazing around, your eyes fell on two broad looking men, both of them pointing a gun at you. Fucking great. You should have run.
âDOWN. NOW.â the shorter one of the two yelled once again. Not wanting to mess with them, your legs moved towards the stairs & slowly you got down, not once letting your eyes move away from the man with the shorter hair. He seemed like the bigger threat. While the taller man looked scary as hell too, he held something behind his eyes that eased you a tiny bit more.
âWho are you & what are you doing here?â this time it was the taller man who spoke up & you had to take back your previous thought. He was scary as shit, especially with his voice sounding like he was up to no good.
âUm, I-I swear, I donât know. I-â but your attempts were cut short.
âCut the bullshit right there. Did Chuck send you?â
âChuck?â your eyebrows raised up, showing your genuine confusion.
âDean, I donât think sheâs with Chuck.â the one with the longer hair mumbled. Dean? Huh. The name made you think of your lost diary again. You hoped you would find it eventually.
âSit down & start talking.â he was not to be messed with so you followed both men further into the bunker until you reached a huge table. Choosing one of many chairs, you sat down but still eyed the guns that were no longer pointed at you but still very much a threat. The men each took a seat opposite of you, putting the guns on the table in front of them. At least they were not holding them anymore. You noticed you held your breath & again, started taking slower ones to calm yourself.
âIâm Sam & this is my brother Dean. We wonât hurt you, justâŠwho are you?â what a coincidence. Brothers Sam & Dean. Were you dreaming? Of course, why did you not think of this sooner? It would make sense.
âMy nameâs (Y/N).â your voice was barely above a whisper & your eyes shot down to your lap, suddenly feeling small.
â(Y/N), okay. Well, (Y/N), um, why are you here?â Samâs voice was a lot softer than at the beginning. Dean had not said anything else, he simply looked at you sternly, still thinking you were a threat. You did not even have weapons on you. Hell, you did not even know how to fight in the first place. But clearly they did not know that. Fuck it, if you were about to die then you could actually tell the truth, right? What did it matter? Your voice was quiet but loud enough so the boys could hear you.
âOne moment I was reading through a dia- book & the next I wake up in the middle of nowhere with the worst headache ever. I saw the Impale parked outside & then found the door. I donât know where I am, I donât even know why I thought opening this damn door would be a good idea.â a slight chuckle was all you could muster right now. Hopefully they would believe you. When neither of them said anything for a few moments, you looked up & saw them eyeing each other, having a silent conversation.
âWhat book were you reading?â this time it was Dean but his voice was a lot kinder now. The boys knew you were not a supernatural being, the bunker was safe when it came to that & you would have not been able to enter otherwise. Yet, you were confused by his question? That was really all he cared about? Not the fact that you had no clue where you were or how you got here? Not wanting to anger him, you answered, looking him straight into the eyes.
âMy dadâs diary. Nothing special, why?â a noise coming from the entrance made you look towards the door. There sure were quite a lot of people for being in the middle of nowhere. Your conversation was cut short when a voice spoke up.
âSam! Dean! I salted & burned the bones! Case done! Well, Castiel helped me but he said he was proud of my work.â how could someone sound so excited aboutâŠburning bones? What the fuck?
âJack did a good job today.â the other person spoke up. He was wearing a trench coat & his voice was deep, deeper than the others. Obviously, they had not noticed you yet but a look at Sam showed you how uncomfortable he was. At this point, you were more than confused. Salting & burning bones? Why did this sound familiar though? Shit. No way. Your dadâs diary was filled with salting & burning stuff. What was happening to you?
âUh, guysâŠâ Sam got up & approached the two men who were called Jack & Castiel. Somehow, your gaze fixed on the man in the trench coat. He looked good. Again, wrong timing, (Y/N). Get it together! Jack & Castiel saw you & their faces turned into confusion.
âWhoâs that?â Jack asked, his voice did not scare you, he sounded sweet. He seemed like a kind person.
âJack, Cas, this is (Y/N). She showed up in the bunker out of nowhere.â Dean eyed you once more before getting up himself. Frustration could be felt & you hated that you were the one causing it. Never was it your intention to cause trouble in their lives but it looked like you just did by opening that damn door.
âCould you all maybe sit down? It makes me nervous when youâre all pacing like that.â you were surprised by your own voice. Usually you were never one to intervene, especially not in a situation like this. But you were exhausted & all you wanted was just to get back to your motel & these were the only people who could help your right now. All eyes shot to you & to your surprise, they began walking towards the table. Sam & Dean, taking the seats opposite of you. Castiel sat down right next to you & you hated how your heart skipped a beat by this simple action. You did not even know this man, he could be a killer. Jack took the chair next to Castiel & Sam made it his job to explain your situation briefly. All you could do was listen, your hands fiddling in your lap, still somewhat anxious to be here.
âCas? Isnât there a way you couldâŠI donât know, check her memories?â Dean added right after Sam finished explaining. Your confused face shifted between the two men, not understanding a single word. How could a stranger help you with your memories?
âI could try. But I need your permission to do that.â while saying the last part, his eyes looked straight into your (Y/E/C) ones. Damn, his eyes. His head tilted slightly & it was only then when you registered that he had asked you a question & you simply stared at him.
âUm, permission for what?â
âTo take a look at your memories & see what you remember. We could help you after that.â his voice was so casual, as if he had done this multiple times. To you, though, it sounded like he was crazy.
âRight. And you can do that becauseâŠ?â
âBecause Iâm an angel of the Lord.â Castiel stated. A what of the what now? A short laugh escaped you. Not because you laughed at him but because you were shocked & confused.
âCasâŠâ Sam mumbled & put his head in his hands. That was something he had wanted to keep from you. He had a feeling you had no idea about the supernatural & he wanted to keep it like that.
âYou can trust him, (Y/N).â Dean chimed in.
âWill it hurt?â not that you were scared of the pain, your pain tolerance was pretty high but on the other hand, he had just told you he was an angel.
âOnly a little.â Cas gave you a reassuring smile & that was when you decided you would let him do it. Because, frankly, you did trust him. Even though he might have some sort of mental illness.
Sam, Dean & Jack left the room to give Castiel some time to prepare & to give you time to calm down. He could tell by the way your leg was bouncing that you were highly uncomfortable but he was not sure how to help. His idea was to get it done quickly & then to bring you back where you came from. Hopefully, you would not ask too many questions. He already gave too much away by saying he was an angel. Replaying your face when he had said it eased him a bit. You did not look convinced at all which was probably for the best.
âTry to breathe more evenly, itâll help.â you could tell he was trying to make this easier for you but you just wanted to get it done.
âIâm ready, letâs do this, please.â the plea at the end was almost inaudible but Castiel could hear it anyway.
Your eyes closed as you saw Castiel approaching. His fingers touched your temples gently but the next thing you felt was a short but piercing pain shooting through your entire body. It only lasted a few seconds & the only words you could make out before you fell unconscious were âYouâre a Winchester?â.
âWhat do you mean sheâs a Winchester?â Dean asked with shock written all over his features.
âSheâs related to us?â it was Sam, he took the information way better than his older brother.
âYour sister, to be exact.â Castiel paused briefly, waiting if one of the boys wanted to add anything. He took their silence as a sign of continuing. âHer fatherâs diary, the one she was reading before she got here, it was Johnâs.â
âWait, wait, waitâŠWE have his diary. Thereâs no way she has it. Besides, we would know if we had a sister.â Dean gestured with his hands to get his point across. He had never seen you, you could not have stolen the book from them.
âYouâre right. But in her world, she was the one owning it. In her world, you guys are her brothers.â
âIn her world? Whatâs that supposed to mean?â Sam decided to join the conversation, now wanting answers himself.
âSheâs from an alternate universe. I expect she was reading through a spell or something similar & somehow she got sucked into our reality. From what Iâve seen in her head, the portal closed itself behind her so if she has no idea how she opened it & got hereâŠwell, it could be hard to bring her back. Besides, Iâm not so sure she wants to go back thereâŠâ Castielâs voice got quieter at the end of his sentence.
âWhy not?â Dean imagined himself in your situation & he would do anything to get back.
âItâs not really my place to tell, I believe.â & before Dean could argue any further, Jack came running into the room.
â(Y/N)âs awake.â to that everyone followed behind him to one of the many bedrooms the bunker had to offer.
You were tired but the pain had completely disappeared. No matter how hard you tried, you still could not remember how exactly you got here. The door creaked & you looked up to find Sam, Dean, Castiel & Jack entering the room. You were no longer scared. Probably because you were way too exhausted to care.
âSo?â you spoke up after a few seconds of silence. Castiel stepped forward & took a seat at the end of the bed you were lying in. His ocean blue eyes looked you over, making sure you no longer were in any pain. You nodded at him to show you were fine & with that Castiel told you what he had seen. It was a lot to take in but your tired state simply made you nod at everything he explained.
âThe thing isâŠWe donât know how to get you back.â Sam approached you slowly, took a seat in a chair next to your bed.
âCas?â ignoring Samâs statement, you only had one question on your mind. Back in your world, you had spent years looking for your family. For your brothers. The ones being in the same room with you right now. Also, when did you start calling Castiel by his nickname? When did that happen? His humming gave you enough confidence to continue.
âAre they alive back home?â you did not have to mention names for Castiel to know who you were referring to. His face turned into one of sadness & you knew the answer without him saying anything.
âI donât wanna go back.â every ounce of uncertainty was gone, you knew it was fate that you were here with all of them now. The four men shared a look, having a silent conversation again. Dean nodded but left the room a second later.
âDonât mind him, he just needs time to process.â Samâs sympathetic smile relaxed you a bit. The bunker was nice, so was the fact that you practically met your brothers but you were not planning on staying with them. Deanâs reaction showed you why. They had lived their lives without knowing they had a sister. You, on the other hand, had known about your brothers for years & yet you did not feel the satisfaction you had so desperately hoped for after finally finding them.
âItâs fine, Iâll get going soon.â with that, you sat up straight & tried standing up. A wave of dizziness kept you from doing so. Castiel was at your side in an instant & guided you back down.
âYou need to rest.â he told you.
âYouâre not staying?â Jackâs voice erupted from the door. You had almost forgotten he was there too. Your eyes focused on him briefly before you looked back down again, a blush slowly making its way up on your cheeks.
âItâs for the better. Iâll be fine.â
â(Y/N). Youâre our sister. Doesnât matter if youâre from here or from another world. Youâre family. We just found each other, we wonât let you leave again.â Samâs words made you tear up. He did not know you, yet he told you that you were family & he wanted you to stay. For the first time, you felt like you belonged somewhere & you were overthrown with emotions. Since Castiel was closest to you, he sat himself next to you, threw an arm over your shoulder & pulled you into his chest. Usually, you hated crying in front of people but right now you could not care less. Besides, being in Castielâs embrace felt right. What was it about him? Neither of them left the room, all staying with you for as long as you needed. When you could not feel more tears flowing down your cheeks, you slowly removed yourself from Castiel, immediately missing the warmth of his body. If you were about to stay here, he would be trouble, you could feel it already. Sam, Castiel & Jack then left the room, telling you to get some more rest & to scream for one of them if you needed anything. Details could be discussed another time.
They were right, you needed sleep. Time to sort your thoughts. Maybe that was the reason why you entered the bunker in the first place. Why you were not concerned about them brutally killing you. After waking up, you were more comfortable with the idea of sticking around with the boys. Sam told you Dean would come around eventually & you just hoped he was right. Getting up, you paddled to the door, quietly opening it since you did not know how late it was. There was a long hallway that looked exactly the same, no matter what direction you were looking at. Distant voices could be heard so you followed them & prayed you would not get lost in that labyrinth of a bunker. You had to ask your brothers a question. Your brothers. It felt weird to call them that but they were, right? Back home, you had read through your dadâs diary about a thousand times. You were familiar with what he wrote about. He called himself a hunter. Sadly, you were not about to meet him. Castiel had told you that he had died a long time ago. Sam & Dean were the only family you had left.
âUm, hi.â you made yourself present & Dean turned around to meet your eyes. He looked a lot less tense, thank God.
âSlept well?â at least he was attempting to start a conversation with you. Nodding your head, you walked over to where Jack was sitting. Dean spoke up again.
âHey, sorry for how I acted earlier. It was just a lot at once. I do want you to stay. We do.â he emphasized his words. This made you smile. At first you were not sure about how Dean would react but this showed you that he was trying & that was enough. Telling him it was fine, you sat down next to Jack & looked over at what he was reading. The book was old but the condition it was in was surprisingly well. A cup was placed in front of you by Dean & you thanked him. He brought you coffee.
âDean?â
âYeah?â
âWhere is Sam? I wanna ask you guys something.â feeling silly with how you put it, way more dramatic than it actually was.
âRight here.â Sam entered the room, walked past Dean & straight to you. A pat to your shoulder eased the tension a little.
âWhat is it?â Dean seated himself on top of the table.
âOkay, soâŠI just want you guys to be honest with me, okay?â both men nodded, Jack was lost in his book, he did not even hear you conversation. You continued.
âMonsters are real & you hunt them?â their eyes widened at your question but deep down they expected something like that. The diary you owned was filled with the supernatural.
âYeah, we do. Itâs kinda the family business.â Dean chuckled at the end. You were family but clearly you had never hunted any monster before.
âOkay.â was all you answered.
âOkay? Thatâs it? Youâre not running outta the door?â Sam could not believe you. He expected you to freak out. On the other hand...you were a Winchester.
âI donât know about you, Sam, but I let an angel of the Lord look into my head. Monsters donât sound too crazy after this.â all of you laughed out. âSo, you guys hunt the supernatural. Castiel is an angel? And Jack? What is he? Your trainee?â the mention of his name made Jack look at you & before the boys could answer your question, Jack decided to take matter into his own hands.
âIâm a nephilim. The offspring of a human & an angel. Lucifer is my father but not really, you know. My mother died when I was born but I have Sam, Dean & Cas. They are my family.â his smile was too pure for this world but the way he so casually talked about the fact that he was Luciferâs son had you stunned.
âSure.â was all you could manage at that point. Jackâs smile grew wider & he got back to reading.
âWelcome to our world? I guess?â Samâs smile was faked but if you were honest, you could imagine yourself being thrown into this mess. Nothing you could not handle.
~a few months later~
âGuys? Have you seen Cas?â you came running into the kitchen where Sam & Dean were having breakfast.
âWhat? You boyfriend ditched you?â Dean teased & earned a slap from Sam. You simply rolled your eyes at him. Your brothers realized very soon after coming to them that you had a big crush on Cas & Dean loved to mess with you.
âShut up, asshole. Weâre about to leave for the case in Wisconsin but heâs not here.â
âI havenât heard from him but come on, sit down & have breakfast with us.â Sam offered. You walked over to the boys & sat down next to Dean who handed you a cup of coffee right away. Your smile was a thank you enough.
âSeriously, though. When will you tell him?â Dean munched on his food, not even looking at you but you knew the question was directed at you.
âThat weâre leaving for the case? He knows that, Dean.â
âThat you like him.â scoffing could be heard. Sam enjoyed your banter in silence. That was one indicator that you were a their sister. After warming up to them, they found out you were actually a lot like Dean. This made you guys argue more often, never too severe, mainly siblings teasing each other.
âRight, & then weâll have that apple pie life. Is that what you want? Dean, he doesnât like me like that.â
âYeah, he does. Poor dude is a mess whenever he talks to you.â again, you simply rolled your eyes at him. Yes, Cas could be awkward when you guys talked but then again, this was Cas.
â(Y/N)?â Cas came into the kitchen where he could hear voices. Immediately your head snapped up & a smile started forming. An action that did not go unnoticed by both, Sam & Dean. Neither mentioned it though.
âThere you are, I got worried for a second.â you got up & pulled Cas into a hug. That was nothing special. The two of you hugged each other all the time. Another thing that Dean commented on a lot of the time. Apparently, Cas had never been much of a hugger before you had come around. You simply shrugged it off even though, deep down, your heart skipped a beat at the idea of you being the reason for his change.
âJack needed to talk to me, Iâm sorry.â
âNo problem, are you ready?â
âYes, we should get going anyway.â
âAlright, bye boys.â whenever one of you got ready for a hunt, you made sure to say goodbye properly. You never knew. The last few months, your brothers had helped you with the basics of hunting. If they were honest, it felt like you were born to be a hunter. You picked up the skills quickly & learned a lot about the supernatural in a very short time. Cas told you that it probably was because you were always meant to be here. After a while, you started believing him. At first, Sam & Dean told you you were not allowed to come on a hunt with them but after realizing that you were good at what you did, you became an inherent part of the team which you were grateful for. Now, they even let you leave with Cas, a big step forward.
âYour bagâs already in the trunk.â Cas pointed at the back of the car.
âThanks, Cas.â you lovingly smiled at him. Yeah, you were totally into him. Cas stopped briefly & got closer to you. Yet, he made sure to keep a little bit of distance between the two of you.
âWhy donât you tell me?â he whispered & you felt like you could not breathe for a second. Had he heard your conversation with Dean earlier?
âW-What?â you hated how weak & nervous your voice sounded. Why could you not play it cool? Why did you have to make a fool out of yourself? Before you could even process what was happening, Cas slowly leaned in & pressed his lips to yours softly. You were too shocked to kiss him back, not knowing if it was really happening right now. Cas pulled back & he looked rather uncomfortable. Your face was still full of shock.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have done this. JustâŠDean told me you liked me & then I heard your conversation & I thought you might-â you cut his rambling off by pulling him close again. This time you kissed him & he lost no time in kissing you back. You let yourself get lost in the moment. You had dreamed about this particular moment for months & the fact that it was happening right now? Your body was on fire. When the both of you pulled apart for air, you could see Casâ smile & you were sure your were blushing like crazy.
âSo, Dean was right?â Casâ hands settled on your waist & it felt natural. As if you had done it a thousand times.
âRemind me to kill him after this case.â you laughed & pulled Cas into a hug. He tightened his arms around you. Who would have thought, all those months ago, that you would end up with an actual family?
âWasnât he ourâŠhow do you call it? Wingman?â Cas chuckled after planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. He released you from the hug & you moved over to the passenger side. Your elbows were propped up on the hood & a smirk started forming at the corner of your mouth.
âStill. I told him to keep it to himself & he is my brother. I think I have permission to kill him for this.â of course you were joking & if you had to be honest, you were kind of glad that Dean could not keep his mouth shut. Cas walked over to the car, shaking his head at you but you could still see a small smile, opened the door & got in. You smiled to yourself. Finally, you knew that Cas did like you too. Where you were going from there? You were not sure yet. But there was a case you had to finish & it would take a few days to get it done. That would be enough time to figure out what you two were but you had a good feeling about this. It felt right & you had a home with people you loved & cared for. You were meant to be here from the start.
~to be continued?~ (let me know)
Part Two
Published (03/18/2021) by Cathy
Tags: @teelagurl558, @babymango-writes, @hollymac79 (thanks for your support <3)
#castiel#cas x reader#castiel x reader#supernatural#supernatural imagine#supernatural fanfiction#SPN#spn fanfiction#spn season 15#fanfic#fanfiction#one shot#oneshot#imagine#reader insert#reader imagine#winchester!reader#winchester!sister#dean winchester#Sam Winchester#Jack Kline#Misha Collins#Jensen Ackles#Jared Padalecki#alexander calvert#alternate universe#angst#fluff#writing#original story
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Lauraa I finished all the fics, apart from decay (currently reading that now) and I love it sm! Especially the lip gloss one lmao the whole thing was so hilarious to me XD but also like the concept of lwj wearing lipgloss is >>> -yibobibo
@yibobibo then i'm going to rec you some more!! the lip gloss one was !!!!! ajsksks yes!! lwj wearing lipgloss is just so!! good!!
modern
this one is the painful one i talked about:
visitations by var_abelasan (12K, wip, divorced wangxian, post divorce, most of this is angst, uhm lowkey don't but also do want wangxian to end up together, it's messy, the jiangs & lans are shitty, wwx was in prison (brief mentions of that but it's kind of a major plot point), mxy & xy are the little brothers he never wanted but wwx picked them up anyways)
"Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry."Â
And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine.Â
"We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan."
Â
Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door.
please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (3K, partly deaf!wwx, lwj notices, nobody else does though, idk wwx is like made out of fucking steel or some shit)
Lan Wangji has known Wei Ying for a fortnight, the first time he sees him get hit by a car.
light by redkosmos (10K, blind!lwj, which causes angst, but they manage it, best friends to lovers, fluff, lwj being insecure and feeling like a burden, college au kind of? but it doesn't matter too much)
The realization slowly dawns on him.
He can never again see the brightness of Wei Ying's eyes, the way they crescent when he smiles, never again see the rich black of his hair, the mess of it in the early mornings, never again see the beautiful tan of his skin, the beauty of the scars and marks adorned on it, how he wears his clothes, how it hugs his frame beautifully, how he looks like he's adorably swimming in cloth when he wears Lan Zhan's, and-
(Lan Zhan loses his vision in a car accident and learns to cope with it.)
don't leave me by trippinonskies (19K, brief very brief mention of lwj cheating, he doesn't but wwx is afraid lwj is cheating on him or just wants to break up with him, (he doesn't), marriage proposal, lwj acting distant = wwx's insecurities show up, fluff, angst and comfort)
Lan Zhan! Where are you lost today?â Wei Wuxian finally asks, at the end of his patience.
Lan Zhan looks a little guilty as he looks at Wei Wuxian, âSorry, just a lot of work to deal with.â
Lie.
If there is one thing Lan Zhan canât do, itâs lying. Especially to Wei Wuxian. But he doesnât question Lan Zhan. He just accepts the reply, too scared to know that he is right. Too scared to know the truth.
// or where Lan Zhan is too hung up in planning the perfect proposal and ends up accidently ignoring Wei Wuxian making the other think that he wants to break up //
want you closer by xiaobucephalus ((3K, HORSES, only in the background tho, but wwx is an equestrian vet, which is so fucking valid bro, the lans own horses, a sick bunny, lwj the bunny parent!, super cute, dark bay throughoutbred chenqing is honestly so valid)
âThank you,â Lan Zhan said, breathing a sigh of relief.
âDonât thank me, Lan Zhan,â Wei Ying laughed again, his voice warming the chill of fear that had settled in his chest. âIâve been looking for an excuse to get into your hutch for a while anyway.â
safe in your thoughts by anonymous (20K, it's a cherry magic au???? (i haven't watched it, but you have i think?), horny lwj but only for wwx (always for wwx))
Wei Wuxian learns three very important things on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday.
One, that Lan Wangji is ridiculously funny, which Wei Wuxian had known before but what Wei Wuxain hadnât expected was Lan Wangji to be funny at his brotherâs expense.
Two, that Wei Wuxian had finally gone mad, absolutely mental at the ripe age of twenty seven because nothing else would explain the third thing he had learnt.
Third, and the most unbelievable of the lot, that Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.
iura by yoo_im_finally_writing (1K, only added bcs op is right and wwx would've the cutest german accent, it's more fun if you understand german so hit me up if you want translations for the german sentences)
Wei Ying calls in the middle of the night to talk about German law, and Lan Zhan tries very hard not to fall asleep. Or at least, not to let Wei Ying notice he's falling asleep. (As best friends do.)
breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm / @neverdoingmuch (27K, getting together, jealous!lwj, but also kind of supportive, brief mention of cheating bcs of miscommunication, no actual cheating tho, college au, lwj pov)
Following Wei Yingâs line of sight, Lan Wangji can barely prevent a smile from crossing his lips when he sees the short row of rabbit statuettes placed at the front of the display. Silver, with bright gems for eyes, they look elegant yet lively and animated.
âA-Yuan would love one of those,â Wei Ying murmurs, almost as if to himself.
Lan Wangji frowns; the rabbits, while cute, donât seem like a suitable gift for Wei Yingâs A-Yuan.
...
Itâs only when he glances back at the rabbits and notices what has been placed on display behind them, that the pieces fall into place. Theyâre engagement rings, thereâs no doubt about it. Lan Wangji feels his heart sink â Wei Ying isnât just dating A-Yuan, he wants to propose to him.
Or: the five times Lan Wangji thinks that A-Yuan is Wei Yingâs boyfriend and the one time he learns the truth.
paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 / @angstsexual (53K, getting together, art teacher!wwx, single parent!lwj, they're rich if i remember right, wwx & lwj are both good with kids!!!, this is so good actually, fluff)
To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.
He comes close, though.
By the time he arrives, itâs 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104BâArt Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.
What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.
âDucks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!â
Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.
(Or: Falling in love with your sonâs art teacher, in five parts)
no bunny compares by gusucloudbunny (4K, god this is cute, fluff)
âLan Zhan!â Wei Wuxian cornered his friend one week before his birthday. âIf you could have anything in the world, what would it be?â
Lan Wangji furrowed his brow at Wei Wuxian, not exactly sure how to answer that question in a truthful manner that didnât involve confessing his undying love for his best friend.
Wei Wuxian is on a mission to get Lan Wangji the perfect gift for his birthday. What Wei Wuxian doesn't know is that the only thing Lan Wangji truly wants is him.
wei wuxian's week of realizing things by photojenny (12K, i have read this multiple times, i always forget what happens, idk why but my notes say it's good, the tags say drunkji makes an appearance and i'm always up for that)
"Lan Zhan, do you like Mianmian?" asked Wei Wuxian.
Lan Wangji blinked, and stared. It was not the first time Lan Wangji had questioned the perceptiveness of the boy he had a crush on. Wei Wuxian had been smart in the class they had taken together. Yet time and time again, Wei Wuxian had tested the old wisdom that there are no stupid questions.
---
Lan Wangji must figure out how to confess when Wei Wuxian is the most oblivious person he's ever met.
are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (1K, crack, fluff, lwj stop flirting with a stranger, even if he is your husband, drunkji but make it to max level)
Lan Zhan wakes up and he has no idea where he is.
There are bright lights and his jaw hurts, he doesn't who this man next to his bed is but oh he might be in love, maybe, probably, definitely.
â
based off that guy-forgets-who-his-wife-is-and-hits-on-her vid but its wangxian.
beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (3K, fluff, lwj is like "he, he likes me right? he likes me" and everyone is like "yes, yes he does")
âWei Yingâs heart monitor,â Lan Wangji starts.
Wen Qing blinks at him. âYes?â
âIt beeps.â
âThatâs⊠what they generally do, yes.â
âThe beeps change,â Lan Wangji continues, âwhen others are around.â
*
Wei Yingâs heart only sings for Lan Wangji.
canon
obedient and bellicose by thunderwear (19K, lwj is cursed by the lan elders, they notice too late, fix-it fic kind of?, lqr being a good uncle and lxc is a good brother, wwx accidentally uses the curse but he doesn't know about it)
It took Lan Wangji a long time to realize he was cursed. Too long really, anyone else would have noticed so much sooner. The problem was, he liked following the rules.
Ella Enchanted AU that no one needed but I wanted.
hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (10K, amnesia, fluff, wwx taking care of lwj, so much fluff and softness, angst too but not that much)
The issue is, Lan Wangji brings his thoughts back before they stray too far, that it is impossible for someone to be in his bed, unless Lan Wangji himself invited them. He has not. He would remember doing so, and besides, all his night clothes are still on and there is no headache to imply that he was inebriated last night. No, the situation is simple.
There is someone in Lan Wangjiâs bed. It is impossible for anyone to be in Lan Wangjiâs bed, and yet that doesnât seem to have stopped the stranger.
or lan wangji wakes up, and wei ying is there. he doesn't understand how or why, and he can understand even less why his hallucination of wei ying is so insistent on bathing him, and braiding his hair, on holding him and fixing his clothes. why the hallucination of wei ying seems so happy to see him.
teach me the way by likeafox (58K, rogue cultivator!wwx, horny wangxian, lwj wants wwx to teach him how to be a good lover, ....wwx is a virgin, the porn is the plot, but there's less of it than i thought)
"I do not wish to leave my future spouse⊠dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,â Lan Zhan says, very seriously. âI am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters."
Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He's pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he's a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.
Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he wonât know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong
other aus
of god: my love unholy by tunnelodfawn (3K, tw blood / war, dark!lwj, god!wwx, kind of poetry)
Lan Zhan takes everything as a sign from his god. The blood staining his fingertipsâa holy anointment. He sanctifies himself through blood. The strings of his guqin gleam red in the sunâa divine blessing. This is an instrument of destruction. A single noteâa cry of powerâand in this note the voice of his god unravels the earthly threads tethering man to earth.
The Yiling Patriarch blesses Lan Zhan with war. Wei Wuxian blesses Lan Zhan with agility. Wei Ying blesses Lan Zhan with love.
The base of the Yiling Patriarchâs shrine is the home of Lan Zhanâs knees. He worships. There is something of the blasphemous and the unholy in his prayers. He prays not for victory but for the sight of Wei Ying. Bless me with your presence, he begs.
Or, wherein, Lan Zhan bridges the gap between the mortal and the divineâthe worshipper and the godâwith blood.
the river and the sea by sasamelons / @sasamelons (7K, soulmate au, arranged marriage (wangxian with each other), they're both kind of dumb but i love it)
Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, wishing to just be left alone. "I am looking for my soulmate," he ground out.
"Oh."
It took Lan Wangji a few moments to realize that Wei Wuxian had stopped following him. When he looked back, the other boy seemed to be frozen to the spot, eyes wide and lips still parted. He quickly looked away when he saw Lan Wangji looking back. "I see. Well, have a good trip!"
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At six years old, Lan Zhan met his soulmate on the streets of Yiling and promptly lost him again.
At sixteen years old, Lan Wangji met his betrothed and was determined not to like him.
#so...i realized i forgot to check the things i already listed but? i tried to avoid listing fics twice?#yes i've mostly been reading oneshots these past few weeks idk why but i can't seem to find any long fics#or at least not ones that i like#wei wuxian#lan wangji#wangxian#wangxian fics#mdzs#mdzs fic#cql fic#the untamed#aamna tag#we're almost through the rec list now? i have so much open but idk why i add so few#i'm just really picky when it comes to which ones to write down and which ones not#and then this became a kind of comfort list?#idk?#but also ANGST#not Angst but ANGST#fun fact: Angst means fear in german
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Can i request how different idv characters would act as roommates? Eli, Helena, Luca, Edgar, Vera, Norton and Fiona if thats alright with you :DDD
warnings? kinda suggestive, crack fic, cussing
mod toby and mod bread helped me do this fic, its a bit all over the place but it was fun so no regrets
Eli Clark
I feel like being roommates with eli would be pretty pleasant
everything would be clean all the time
heâs the type of kid that everyone wants on their team because of how good he is at everything
so if you scored a roomie like him, you got super lucky
if you left a mess he wouldnât get mad, he would probably just clean it up himself and leave a sticky note that said to clean up ur mess next time(but not like, passive aggressively)
ofc you would clean up after the cute sticky note, bc who can say no to this bb?Â
If you donât clean up tho, brooke rose will probably shit on your hair when u sleep
tbh youâve always wondered what eli looked like without his eye mask
so one time when Eli was sleeping, you went next to his bed to try and take his eye mask off and see what he looks like.
You took off the mask and found out it was a dummyÂ
a few seconds later you heard footsteps and you turned around
Eli came up behind you and knocked you out with a bat
you two donât speak of that day.
Brooke kept screeching last night, and you got no sleep at all, so I guess weâre having chicken for dinnerÂ
Unless you had a good reason, then eli and brooke prob wonât mind cleaning up after u
I can imagine you going back to your shared room in the manor after a rough match and seeing eli just sweeping the room in an apron and a cloth covering his hair looking like cinderella
âHoney, Iâm home!â
basically if you lived with eli, you basically had a husband/mom/wife???
If you came back to the manor, beaten up and bruised from the last match he would prob pester you and nag you
while cleaning up you wounds he would prob say, âYou have to be more careful, im always worrying. Youâre gonna give your mom a heart attack!â
seriously tho, donât worry this bb, he would actually have a heart attack
Helena Adams
i think living with helena would probably feel like some sort of kdrama
she might be a bit clumsy and trip over a few things, falling into your arms bc of her blindness
though she might be doing it on purpose
If you moved things in the room without telling her, she would probably get mad
for example, you move the sofa chair a little bit to the right bc you thought it looked better
helena walks in the room, sits down on the sofa chair and ends up accidentally sitting on the sofa chair arm rest instead
resulting in her bottom hurting and a very long talk with you
she got her revenge weeks later
she had asked you to check under her bed for monsters because she couldnât do it herself
you were teasing her for still being afraid of monsters but looked underneath anyways
low and behold,Â
she put a mirror there.
will even wack you with her cane if youâre being annoying
Her cane is pretty affective in shutting you up lol only sometimes
âHey Helena, are you braille? âcause i can read you like a book when i touch yo-â *wack* *moans*
helena: ...
you: ...
helena: ...im leaving
you: heleNA WAIT-
One time everyone at the manor was celebrating Helenaâs birthday with a piñata, 2 seconds later she was beating the shit out of Luca with her cane
even after everyoneâs been yelling that he wasnât the piñata
One time you and Helena had a staring contest because you were both bored.
She won.
sometimes to get her close to you, you would sit on the sofa chair super quietly and still
And then youâd wait for her to come and sit on your lap thinking it was the chair
and it would workÂ
she would probably sit on your lap for a few minutes, confused as to why the chair felt elevated
and then she would feel your arms snake around her waist
and she would-Â âwhAT THE FUCK- SCREEEEEEEâ
she would probably make a cute bird noise and then just sit there, not knowing if she should leave or not
in her head, âTHEIR LAP IS SO WARM OH MY GOD WHY DIDNâT THIS HAPPEN SOONERâ
in real life, âlet go of me you pathetic mortalâ
youâd beg her to stay on ur lap longer and she would cave in
but she didnât stay because she liked you! baka
Luca Balsa
living with luca will probably be the opposite of eliâs
messes, everywhere
inventions, everywhere
at one point though you had a sneaking suspicion he might be a bunch of rats.
 you saw him outside crouching beside you guysâ room with a bunch of rats coming out his sleeve and running into a crack in the building
âits for science!â
heâs also super scared of helena
Luca doesnât like to admit it, but he got his purple eye from Helena after he made a bad pick-up line for the blind.Â
Sheâs been chanting âone of usâ and threatening to âfinish the jobâ ever since.
heâs basically a big baby that needs to be taken care of
i feel like he might break down sometimes from not doing his invention right, or feeling insecure
but i guess his rats are there to help
but since he had a roomie, he wouldnât be able to cry on his own
and its a good thing because he doesnt have to do everything by himself anymore
he learns to ask for help when living with you
youâd help him through his episodes and he would slowly start to become more reliant on you
if he was feeling a bit moody, he would unconsciously try to find you to cuddle with
if you lived with him, youâd probably have to be very responsible
luca would have his own bed that he would never sleep in because he wouldnât be able to sleep without you in his arms
everytime he shifts in bed, youâd feel a tiny shock
it kinda bothered you so
you pranked Luca by touching him with those zappy ring things youâd get from a dollar store.
You just wanted that mother fucker to get a taste of his own medicine
he would basically be a puppy that follow you around, he would constantly old your head
probably refers to you as his
like if you downed a shot that barmaid made for you, he would be like, âEYYYY THATS MY BABy-heurghrhghâ
now you have a drunk baby that you have to take care of
You tried giving luca a shower afterwards, now you know how it feels getting electrocuted.
And trust me, Luca and water do not mix.
good luck have fun
Edgar Valden
living with edgar would consist ofÂ
1. edgar being super specific of what was his and what you canât touch
2. big tsundere baby
3. sketches of you hiding in his sketch book
if you lived with edgar, youâd have to be super patient with his nagging or else youâd have to find a new roomie
heâs constantly nagging you
but if you are tired of it and give him the silent treatment, heâd probably just nag you even more for attention
you need to give this man attention or else
you ignored him for a whole day once because he said something mean
he decided to give you some milk and cookies as an apology
the âmilkâ was his muddy paint water and the cookies were expired
i feel like one day you two would be arguing about who moved his stuff, your argument being he unconsciously moved his stuff, his argument being you moved his stuff
you guys were so heated up you didnât notice how close you two were getting
edgar ended up pouncing on you like a feral dog
though when you woke up, you both agreed that you ended up winning the argument
when youâre reading or just doing nothing, heâd ask to sketch you or paint you
i-its not because he thinks youâre beautiful or anything
its just because he thinks that your whole self is aesthetically pleasing and pleasing to the eye- but not because he thinks youâre pretty!
sometimes when he was super focused on his art, he wouldnât notice your figure slowly approach him
youâd boop his nose and watch as he froze
wh- hoW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS ON A VALDEN
secretly tho, he really loves it when you do that.
like
do it more
please or not whatever
Vera Nair
Vera would probably be a bit anxious when she heard she was gonna get a roomie
but she would do her best to be at her best behaviour
sheâs very well mannered and is very polite
sheâd kinda be the type to silently care for you
like, sheâd notice the little things that bothered you and made sure they wouldnât bother you ever again
like, if you stubbed your toe alot, she would give everything that you could stub your toe with, rubber covers or socks
but she wouldnât tell you it was her even though it was obviously her
if you fell asleep on your desk instead of your bed, she would probably but a blanket on ur shoulders and a pillow underneath where you left your head
sheâs the thoughtful type
before you went for matches, sheâd give you a cheek kiss for good luck
and if you did the same, she would probably play it cool but then panic a second later.
theykissedmetheykissedmetheykissedme-
im sorry this is short idk what to do for her-
Norton Campbell
oh BOY
once norton starts to warm up to you, you guys are basically married
like there was no proposal, just âdo you take this man to be your husband- you canât say noâ
he would probably take care of you alot
even when you didnât need it
i can do it mysel- no
but actually, before he warmed up to you he was pretty cold,Â
he felt himself growing feelings for you
and he didnât want to because he was afraid he would lose you and he would have to go through the heartbreak of losing someone all over again
he would leave the room to go hang out somewhere else
he would keep his distance and not talk with you much
but there was this one time where you woke up with him around you, you just pretended you didnât wake up and relished in the feeling
it took some time, but eventually he warmed up to you
though he still constantly worries about you, he doesnât want you to get hurt
during matches he would always take hits for you, and just stay closer to you in general
he wanted to make sure you got back to the manor safely, it didnât matter if he was sent back via rocket chair
he always put you as his #1 priority
he also gets jealous super easily, heâs scared someone will swoop you away from him
so to make sure everyone knows that you belong to him, heâd give you his clothes to wear
not only do his clothes look adorable on you, everyone will know that youâre his
probably pester you a lot if you tripped or got a paper cut
âyoU COULD HAVE DIEDâ âIT WAS A PAPER CUTâ
Once, Norton got stuck to the fridge like a magnet for 5 hours
Heâs been using that as an excuse to force you to bring him his snacks every since.
pick up lines are a definite yes
sometimes youâd be shitting and youâd hear outside the bathroom door a faint,
âMy love for you is like Diarrhea.â ânorton what the fuck im shitting-â âi just canât hold it inâ cue camera zooming in on his face and him smirking into the camera âOH MY GOD WHYâ
like Luca, his bed is useless. he always needs you in his arms when sleeping, he wants to protect you and just feel you closer to him
puts him at ease
kisses? hell yes.
if you had to go to a match without him he would send you off with a ton of gross wet kisses on your face ew
He might even try to seduce you into staying
ânorton Iâm gonna lose morality points!â âfuck your morality points, i wanna smashâ
Fiona Gilman
I feel like fiona would probably super psyched when she heard about sharing rooms with you
I headcanon her to be super bubbly and social but when she is alone with her thoughts sheâd probably regret everythingÂ
âwhy did i say that why did i say that why did i say that-â
probably prays to god, âplease kill meâ
she tries her best to make sure youâre comfortable
she doesnt make a big mess and she makes sure she cleans up after herself, overall a pretty cool roommate
except for those times for when she tries to babtize you while youâre showering-
âWHAT ARE YOU DOINGâ âTHE LORD SHALL CLEANSE YOUR SOUL WITH HOLY WATER-â âwhat the f- iS THIS ALCOHOL???â
this has happened too many times^^^
one time she accidentally created an ultra portal in the toilet.Â
Yâall still have no idea where it leads, and no intent of finding out.Â
Although, Kreacher has been complaining of some nasty stuff appearing in his room
i feel like during matches she would always call you with her portals to say hi or just give you a small kiss
it stopped being cute when she went through the portal and ended up seeing the hunter instead of you
mentally scarred from that
sometimes things would disappear in your shared room too, not only the toilet
youâre convinced she has a bunch of hidden portals in the room
like, one time you dropped a pencil and it went through the ground.
you never saw it again
Or you know that missing sock?
Portaled.
i dont know what this turned into
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DSMP Lore Summary - Nov. 28 2021
JAILBREAK [DREAM SMP FINALE] (technoâs vod)
man. that is all.
this summary wonât be completed all at once! iâll be making a second part with all the actual ghostboo content from this day (probably tommyâs vod, erynâs vod and either hannahâs or boomerâs) but this is just technoâs because i figured i could post this sooner if i did his first
summary below the cut!
TECHNOâS VOD
-opens on the night before (nov. 27, ranbooâs one year server anniversary and his canon birthday) where techno is overlooking the prison talking about looking through blueprints to find flaws -he looks over and sam is chasing ranboo into the prison, punching him every time he catches up -techno bolts for the prison portal the moment he realizes what heâs seeing, crediting his ace race experience -âliterally, what did he do? why? why?â -he enters the portal room just as sam breaks the nether portal -ranboo is officially in the prison.
-the next day, the rest of the syndicate is meeting so techno can tell them about the break-in, adding ranboo to the original plan. heâs not negotiable, technoâs going in for both him and dream. he refuses to leave either -ranbooâs supposed to have a stasis pearl but itâs not there, they figure he forgot to put one in because there was no point in killing him if he was already in prison -they bring extra horses for the people they rescue, one dies on the way -techno + his dog apollo are the ones who actually go in, phil and niki stay outside -he rescues dream first, setting the alarm off in the process and fighting guards before having to find an alternate route to ranbooâs cell, as sam blocked the original off with obsidian -sam kills apollo the dog. o7 apollo -(ranboo in chat talking to sapnap: HEY IVE HAD A ROUGH BIRTHDAY MAN I DESERVE THIS right after sam died non canonically)
-techno and dream end up in connorâs cell right next to ranbooâs, they use that to get to ranbooâs cell -ranboo seems surprised that anyone bothered to come for him and just confused in general -while going to get him supplies, he asks why dreamâs out of his cell -he takes the netherite gear techno gives him and puts it on -he asks again and dream punches him telling him to shut up -âranboo, youâre lucky we- i could have just left, youâre lucky weâre even getting you.â âwell- iâd rather stay in here if it means youâre in here as well.â âalright then go back! go back, itâs fine, go ahead!â âare you gonna s-â
-the four leave the prison through technoâs original entrance without running into another guard -when theyâre partway through the tunnel, sam finds them and starts chasing. they make it back up to the surface -thereâs a massive crowd of people waiting outside, most fully armored with weapons drawn -sam says everyone else can go as long as dream stays -when dream starts running and fighting, sam tells ranboo to stay in place. ranboo replies that heâs getting out of there bc sam ruined his birthday -sam tells ranboo to look at something before he goes, he trails off when he picks it up -sam tells dream to stop running or heâll kill ranboo -ranboo asks sam how he has âthisâ (the item he told ranboo to look at) -âhow do you think i have it, ranboo? come here, come here, ranboo! come stand over here on stage, ranboo!â âhe was.... he was with eret. how did you....â "and eret gave him to me!" -dream is yelling at techno trying to get him to leave without ranboo, techno refuses
-sam tells ranboo to hand over his armor -techno and dream are fighting basically the whole crowd at this point, while dream wants to run techno wonât leave ranboo -ranboo has his armor fully off. techno yells over at him to keep his armor on -ranbooâs holding a map. âhe has michael.â -dream starts running. âtechno, iâll kill him. tell him to come back. i just want dream, i donât care about anything else, techno.â -techno asks what sam has against ranboo, why he was even in jail, and sam responds âranbooâs just my hostage. heâs just a hostage here.â -ranboo throws techno the picture heâs holding, saying âtechno, he has this.â techno picks up the picture but doesnât look at it -dream finally runs without techno. sam tells techno to tell dream to stay or heâll kill ranboo -âsam. listen. that whole...â âtell dream he has to stay.â âdude, dream doesnât care! he does not care! you have the wrong hostage! I CARE- NOâ -sam kills ranboo. heâs dead. he leaves the server. (not part of the stream but same timeframe) ranboo tweets on zâs twitter account - a video showing two lives slowly fading before the third breaks in the undertale death animation, with the caption âdonât know where. donât know whenâ and a piano cover of weâll meet again playing in the background. this was proof that heâd lost two canon lives in unknown circumstances and that he was now canonically dead.
-techno tries to kill sam and bad in a 1v2 immediately after (does not succeed) -(sam) âtechno why are you even mad at ME?â âyou just- YOU JUST LITERALLY MURDERED RANBOO RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME-â -techno keeps fighting people around him, stops fighting sapnap when he realizes he doesnât know what side heâs on -âranbooâs dead because of you, dream!â -sam -techno dream and connor start running away from the small crowd chasing them, wither behind them -phil brings the three of them to the horses, they make their escape that way -(phil) âtechno, whereâs ranboo?â âranbooâs dead!â âWHAT?â âsam killed him!â âoh my god- just go, just go, just keep goingâ -techno and phil both questioning why ranboo was in jail and what sam wanted with him
-[Ranboo joined the game] -techno realizes that dream can bring people back to life and now owes techno a favor. since dreamâs already left, techno tries catching up but heâs already long gone -niki gets told about ranbooâs death while techno is farming channel memberships (âsam killed ranboo thatâs so sad! anyway i wasnât quite done selling out-â) -nobody knows whether or not that was his last life or why he took his armor off and didnât fight -connor says that ranboo definitely didnât have a great last 24 hours and he thinks he could have used better words while talking to him in prison -âthis axe... this axe was a gift from ranboo...â
-talks w/ the others for a bit, then pulls out the picture ranboo threw to him right before his death. itâs a picture of michael in his room -âranboo... before he died, he... he gave me this image.â [throws the picture to phil and niki] âdo you know what it means?â (phil) âthatâs.... niki, thatâs.... thatâs michael.â âwhoâs... whoâs michael?â -niki brings up michaelâs attempted murder a few weeks back, techno is still confused and thinks they mean michaelmcchill -âwhoâs on the painting? itâs ranboo and.... i donât understand.â âranboo and tubbo. thatâs... michaelâs theirs.â  -he goes over to tubbo to ask for answers
-goes to snowchester alone, takes off his armor when tubbo feels unsafe, tells tubbo everything and ends up deciding to team up with tubbo (âenemies to teammatesâ as he said) to help save michael note: i didnât rewatch the whole tubbo part, this is relying on my memory from watching it live in bits and pieces because technically itâs not ranboo lore itâs tubbo and techno lore. if yall want a full summary id make one though
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âPlease forgive me if I end up breaking your heart.â
jimin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.2K
a/n: I hope this isnât too much of a mess :( as I was editing I ended up changing things and adding a bunch so Iâm not sure if it flows all that well but nonetheless, here it is. This takes place a week after Jimin and Dear define their relationship in âI think we should avoid overthinking.â I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading! :))
p.s. Happy Jimin Day! I love this sweet, one of a kind man so much!! I hope he had an amazing birthday <3Â
p.s.s. Happy birthday @thatredwineâ!!! <3 Jiminâs birthday twin :( thank you so much for all of the support you give me and my writing. Itâs unreal and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you found this blog. I love having you here and I just adore you. 28 is going to look amazing on you. I hope you enjoy this drabble, itâs for you <3 (it also features a bit of Joon bc you deserve it)Â
WITH his hand encasing yours, fingers intertwined, he dragged you through the hallway, you giggling as you he told you to hurry up.
âWe have about thirty minutes, maybe more,â he told you, turning the corner, Namjoonâs studio door in sight. âGotta hustle, Dear.â
âYouâre gonna yank my arm out of its socket,â you joked, Jimin scoffing as he looked back at you with a fond smile. Â
âSo dramatic,â he teased as he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your body and leading you backwards toward Namjoonâs studio, your hands enclosing over his slim waist as you giggled. âRemind me to get you a crown.â
âHuh?â You asked in confusion, Jimin smirking.
Suddenly, he halted, his arm leaving your body momentarily to knock on the door. âDrama queen,â he told you simply, you huffing as you rolled your eyes, Jimin letting out a light chuckle.
Knocking on the door again, Jiminâs eyes pulled together in question. You both waited in silence for a moment, hearing no âcome inâ or âone secondâ; just complete silence, which would have been fairly normal for Yoongiâs studio, but not Namjoonâs. Jimin knocked again, you both waiting for a response, still receiving none.
âShould we just walk in?â He asked, you shrugging against him. Waiting a couple more seconds, Jimin tried the knob, and when it turned, he shrugged and pulled the door open, turning his back to it as he walked backward into it, you peering over your boyfriendâs shoulder to spot Namjoonâs new but very close friend shaking out her hair as Namjoon straightened his posture in his chair, spinning around to look at his intruders.
âOh?â You said in surprise, Jimin quickly letting you go as he turned around in suspicion.
âOh, sorry,â your boyfriend immediately said, both of you staring awkwardly at Namjoon as he sat in his chair, his hair slightly disheveled as his friend stood beside him, her hand on her hip as if to look nonchalant. âI didnât know you were here, my bad,â Jimin explained, the girl shaking her head as if it wasnât a big deal.
âWhat are you two up to?â She asked, trying to act normal, despite you and Jimin nearly catching them in a⊠compromising position, despite the duoâs claim to be âjust friendsâ.
âAh, not much, I just finished recording for a bit,â he told the girl. âWeâre actually just heading to do the thing I told you about,â Jimin said, directing his comment to Namjoon, the manâs eyes widening as Jimin spoke. âSo I just thought Iâd let someone know in case they need me sooner than they expected,â he explained to Namjoon, the older man clearing his throat as he nodded.
âOh, yeah, cool,â Namjoon continued to nod, his friend holding back a smile. âHave fun,â Namjoon added, smirking as he caught the girl fighting her amusement.
âYeah,â Jimin said, grabbing your hand. âYou too,â your boyfriend noted with a teasing tone, Namjoon snorting as his friend slapped his arm. Leading you out of the room, Jimin chuckled to himself, you following along with an amused smile of your own.
Shutting the door behind you both, you and Jimin looked to each other with knowing expressions. âTheyâre just friends,â you told Jimin innocently, the man throwing his head back in laughter, falling against you adorably.
âAhh,â he yelled out, pushing you down the hallway, âso awkward,â he did a little wiggle to physically express his discomfort at catching them as they were up to something.
âOh shush,â you giggled, âtheyâre cute. And theyâre taking things at their own pace, which we know all about, now donât we,â you told your boyfriend, the man smiling as he nodded.
âPoints,â he noted, you scrunching your nose at him. âNow come on, we got places to be,â he told you, you giggling as he led you to god knows where. Reaching the elevator, you gave him a skeptical look. âJust trust me,â he giggled. âClose your eyes.â
With a bit of hesitance, which was just to tease him, you shut them, allowing him to press the floor number without you watching. Stepping behind you, he placed his hands over your eyes to shield your vision from his pending surprise.
âWhere the hell are we going?â You asked through your massive grin, Jimin pressing a kiss to the back of your head.
âPatience,â he whispered into your hair.
âI have none,â you added, Jimin giggling as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
When the elevator dinged, the door opening, he gently guided you out, you both taking a few steps forward before stopping. âOk,â he breathed out. âWeâre nearly there.â Spinning your bodies 180 degrees, he continued covering your eyes. âAny guesses?â
âI literally have no clue,â you admitted, just as Jiminâs giggles intermingled with the sounds of a door opening, street noises soon joining the mix. Hit with a rush of cool air, you gasped. âOh my god, are we on the roof?â
Uncovering your eyes, Jimin stepped back from you as you turned around to see him standing with his arms open, the Seoul city lights shining behind him. âSurprise,â he told you softly, you shaking your head in disbelief.
âJimin,â you cooed. âThis is so cool, oh my god.â Looking around in surprise, you wondered why you had never been up there before. âWait, I didnât even know there was access to the roof, since when is this allowed?â
Letting out a light chuckle, he reached out for you, pulling you into him as he held you in a hug, your arms easily wrapping around his waist. âHonestly, I donât know if it is allowed, which is why I had to tell Namjoon where we are so he can tell me if Iâm needed. That way we can hurry down without getting caught,â he chuckled, you pulling away to shoot him a look of shock.
âYouâre so bad,â you smiled as you teased him. âSweet, and unbelievably amazing, but so bad.â
âThank you,â he smirked. âCome here,â he told you, grabbing your hand and leading you further into the space, allowing you to see the little picnic basket, which you immediately recognized at Jinâs.
âChim, oh my god, what have you done?â You asked, the man laughing in amusement by your surprise.
âWeâve been a couple for a week now, and I havenât had time to take you out on a proper date yet,â he told you, turning to look at you. âSo I thought maybe this would be a decent alternative until I can take you out.â
With the moonlight and the Seoul skyline reflecting off his face, you were able to make out his bashful expression, his nervousness etched into his pretty features. Driven by pure love and appreciation, you wasted no time in placing your hand to the side of his face, pressing your lips to his as you kissed him passionately.
Since deciding to take the step from friends to lovers, there had been a lot of kissing between the two of you, but this one felt different as you tried to pour every ounce of love and admiration and gratitude youâd developed for him, not just in that moment but over the course of your entire time knowing the man.
No man had ever respected you and cared for you the way Jimin did, and you found it easy to open up to him, which was rare for you. Youâd been in love with him for so long, you forgot what it felt like to not love Jimin. And thatâs what you wanted to tell him with the kiss.
You were afraid that words would never be enough. Or that you wouldnât be able to speak the words as you meant them.
Pulling away just slightly, you pecked his lips once more before whispering, âI donât think Iâll ever be able to express to you how much I love you, and Iâm sorry for that.â Tears began forming in your eyes as you spoke. âBut please know, youâve changed me and my life, and I couldnât be more grateful for you and your existence.â
Jimin let out a breath of air, as if he had been holding it in, scared of missing a single syllable of your confession. âI-â he started, searching his overwhelmed mind for the right words. âThis really isnât much, Dear,â he downplayed the thought he put into the evening.
âItâs everything, Chim,â you assured him. âThank you.â
âI love you,â he told you before kissing you repeatedly, you giggling at the action, the kiss becoming perfectly messy, riddled with laughter and smiles. Pulling you against his frame, he hugged you close and tightly, you exhaling into the embrace as you melted in your boyfriendâs arms. âDo you want to see what I brought?â He whispered in your ear, alluding to the picnic basket.
Pulling away from him to look at his face, you nodded. With a stunning smile, he turned away from you, releasing you from his hold as he crouched down next to the basket. Pulling out a bottle of wine, he gracefully used his other hand to model it, you gasping in appreciation.
âIs there even food in there or is it just wine,â you teased, Jimin giggling as he pulled out some insulated lunch boxes. âWow, my boyfriend, everyone,â you noted, looking around at the city. âIncredible.â
âJin helped me,â he exposed himself, you giggling as Jimin set the food and wine down. âI did however forget wine glasses, because Iâm an idiot,â he told you as he pulled out a pair of plastic cups. âSo I stole these from Yoongiâs studio.â
âResourceful,â you complimented with a grin. âThatâs sexy.â With a snort, he put the cups down, grabbing his phone and connecting it to a Bluetooth speaker before starting some music. âYou really did plan everything out,â you appreciated, Jimin smiling shyly as he worked on uncorking the wine.
The song that echoed across the rooftop, fading into the night sky, was âSweetâ by Cigarettes After Sex. As you swayed to the song, Jimin pouring the wine into the disposable cups, your eyes were set on him. Looking up at you, he smiled before standing, holding out one of the cups to you.
You know that Iâm obsessed with your body
But itâs the way you smile that does it for me.
Jiminâs smile. There really was nothing quite like it in the world. You were obsessed with it; especially when it was directed to you, his expression full of love.
Taking the cup from him, you tapped it against his own. âTo us,â you spoke softly, Jiminâs smile only widening, his eyes turning to crescents.
âTo us, Dear.â Both of you took a drink of the wine, the swallows a bit larger than what most people would take. And as soon as the slightly bitter liquid slid down your throats, Jiminâs arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his body as he swayed with you.
âI still canât believe you did all of this,â you told him, Jiminâs gaze scanning over your face thoughtfully.
Cocking his head to the side, he pulled his eyebrows together slightly. âOf course I did this for you,â he told you sincerely. âI want to do more for you. I want to give you everything.â
âYou love me in a way that no one ever has,â you whispered. âWith my dad,â you started, Jimin nodding in understanding, making it so you didnât have to elaborate on your fatherâs absence in your life since you were young. âAnd my dating history,â you added, your boyfriendâs hand sliding from your lower back to your side, squeezing comfortingly. âItâs hard for me to feel worthy of you sometimes.â The admission had him shaking his head slowly at you.
âYouâre worth more than what I can give you,â he assured you while also revealing one of his own insecurities. âBut thank you for allowing me to try to love you the way you deserve.â
âJimin,â you started, your boyfriend talking over you.
âIâm always going to be trying,â he told you firmly. âI promise.â
âI wouldnât ask you for more, Chim,â you assured him. âWhat you can give me is more than enough. Never doubt that.â
Leaning toward you, Jimin caught your lips with his own, kissing you passionately, expressing unspoken promises into the action. You knew Jimin was very much in love with you, and though you loved him just as deeply and devotedly, you were still learning to trust yourself with someone as generous and sensitive as your lover.
Resting his forehead against your own, your hand met the side of his face as you cradled his soft cheek. âJimin,â you breathed out shakily. âPlease forgive me if I end up breaking your heart.â
You werenât sure where the words came from. Perhaps it was the songâs bridge, repeating the lyric, âAnd I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you,â and your knowledge that Jimin would do just that for you. Or perhaps it was your internalized belief that you could never treat someone like Jimin the way they deserved to be treated. You didnât mean to speak the words, but you realized how truly you felt them. If you broke his heart, you wouldnât just lose a boyfriend, youâd lose your best friend. Your favorite person. Your soulmate. And it would be all your fault.
âHey,â he interrupted your thoughts, placing a sweet peck to you lips to bring your attention to him. âYou wonât break my heart.â Before you could protest, he shook his head. âNo, I trust you, Dear.â
You hoped he was right.
Nodding, he smiled comfortingly at you. âI love you,â he told you for the second time that night, your lips curving into a small smile that you just couldnât hold back.
âI love you, Chim.â The phrase had been exchanged frequently between you both but you didnât think youâd ever tire of hearing them, or saying them.
As the song faded out, the next one starting, you rested your head against his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck in a way that made him squirm from being ticklish.
In that moment, the man who owned your heart blissfully happy, you could see the accumulating moments throughout your friendship that led you to this rooftop with him. It was as if it was playing back in your mind like a movie montage on one of those old film reelsâŠ
Your first meeting with Jimin on that October night, his birthday, his smile as bright as the street lamps and neon signs shining in the night sky; the time he brought you body wash, handing it to you as you showered, you splashing his face with water, teasing him about sneaking a peak at your naked frame; the countless times he had brought takeout and wine to your apartment after work asking you all about your day as you both downed the bottle, becoming increasingly touchier the more the alcohol influenced your actions; the night you first told him about your childhood, opening up about the absence that had impacted you throughout your life; dancing with him in the studio a few weeks prior, nearly kissing him for the first time before Taehyung barged in cluelessly, asking if you wanted to go get pancakes at 11 pm; and the night you and Jimin finally crossed the line of friendship, just a week ago after two years of holding back, hands feeling every morsel of flesh as you tried to grasp onto the reality of the moment, feeling rushes of excitement and relief, Jiminâs stunning features glowing in the low light of your bedroom as his darkened eyes focused on you and only you.
With the past two years of experiences with this man running through your head, you realized that maybe you didnât completely trust yourself with loving him quite yet, but it was Jimin. And as much as no one had ever loved you like Jimin did, you also had never loved anyone like you did Jimin.
Placing your trust in the universe that led you into one anotherâs arms, and more importantly, in Jimin, and his unwavering faith in you, you realized that was enough. This moment, him, it was all enough. Relaxing in his arms, you kissed the side of his neck tenderly.
âI think youâre the end of all my endings,â you whispered, Jimin smiling as he soothed his hand overtop your hip.
âI know I am,â he said simply, you giggling at his surety as he lifted his cup to his lips. Downing the wine in a few gulps, he nodded to you, you smiling before doing the same. Taking the cup from you, he dropped them to the ground, grabbing your hand to pull you against him, leading you in a proper dance as he hummed along with the melody of a song you didnât recognize.
Soaking in the moonlight, every touch Jimin placed upon your body felt like home while simultaneously sending a rush throughout your frame. Spinning you under his arm, you threw your head back in laughter at nothing but the bliss that came with being with Jimin in this way. Carefree and in love. So fucking in love. Â
Draping your hands over his shoulders, his find your waist, you sighed contently. âThank you for always believing in me,â you sincerely expressed your gratitude for the man. His gaze was kind as he watched you carefully. âYou help me see the good in myself.â Â
Jiminâs soft eyes scanned your features, a smile forming on his pretty lips. âI wonât stop until you see what I see,â he told you with a grin. âAnd even then, I wonât stop.â You giggled at the comment, Jimin pressing his lips to your cheek. âDo you think thereâs another us somewhere in the world?â He asked thoughtfully, his orbs staring into yours.
Lightly chewing on your bottom lip, you hummed. âNo,â you answered simply, watching as the smile on your boyfriendâs lips widened, his eyes crinkling. âMaybe thatâs naĂŻve,â you shrugged, âbut I donât think thereâs anyone else on the entire planet quite like you,â you told him. âAnd I think weâre special.â
âI agree with that last statement,â he nodded cutely. Giggling at his adorableness, you pulled him into another kiss, the man easily falling into step with your lead, arms wrapping fully around your waist as he pulled you flush with his own stature.
With the music humming in the backdrop of the chilly night air, you basked in the rareness of your union, your lips moving against his own. It was that moment that you vowed to always fight for Jimin. Fight for your us. You promised yourself and you promised the man, though he was unaware of it, that you would battle anything that tried to come between you both. Even if it was your own mind. You wouldnât let him slip away. Â
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black irises in the sunshine | kth
anger is everything. other gods tease you for the short fuse, but it comes with the territory. people have called you stupid, have called you dumb, oafish, useless, incompetent, insolent, rude, arrogant. all of it. insults and mockery flung at you, but even your skin isnât thick enough to deal with constant abuse. itâs the exact reason you keep going to the underground, knuckles bloody and bruised, fighting anyone that dared enter the cage. itâs the reason you go to the clubs, surround yourself with mortals and their writhing bodies. itâs there that you see him the first time, voice husky as it rolls through the room. itâs there you find someone who treats you differently than the rest. you just never expected him to be one of the muses. | monsters and gods pt 3 (masterlist)
pairing | taehyung x reader
genre/warnings | greek god au, calliope!taehyung, ares!reader, theres a lot of violence and it does get descriptive so be aware of that, none of the main characters other than ares get hurt and its not uncalled for or anything in a narrative sense, so just be aware of that; there are mentions of other idols, but if you can guess them you get a cookie because they are Vague; suuuuper bisexual Ares, Ares Can Step On Me, like I am SO gay for her it isnât funny; explicit smut ft: cunnilingus, taeHUNG bc hes got MASSIVE SCHLONG, some body worship kind of and then just....regular worship? like? idk how to explain that? lots of praise and lots or orgasms
word count | 14k | cross posted to ao3
a/n | HOOOOOOO this has been sitting in my google docs for literal months waiting for an ending and i decided to try to get it out for tae's birthday bUT that didn't work because i have a Job and shit so YEET I GUESS HAPPY FUCKIN NEW YEAR??? LIKE??? YEEEEEEEEEEEEE this fic is very near to me because Ares is my sweet sad angry babie and i love her, and i love tae and i love suho and i love the muses and i just........lOVE this fic like i think this is currently my favorite of the mag series so!! i hope yall also enjoy it!!!! yall are welcome to send me messages about this even tho I'm terrible at replying to them in a timely manner!! thanks to everyone who helped me with this, and everyone who has expressed interest in it, and everyone who has ever read anything of mine, because you're genuinely the best people ever, and this is literally a gift to y'all because you deserve it.Â
Fuck, that was too hard .
The guy across from you goes flying, hitting the chain link wall of the cage harder than you intended. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire, and even holding back, you've got a better buzz than even the best nectar can give. Your blood sings as the guy gets back up, and you almost wish you could remember his name, because he's put up a hell of a fight. For a mortal, anyway.Â
He charges at you again, and time slows as your vision tunnels. You can see the feint as he decides on it, how he hesitates in bringing his left up. You wait, watching him get closer and closer. You start to dart to your left, letting him think he's got you, before you side-step and dart to your right instead. His punch goes wide as you steady your balance and move. The top of your foot connects with his ribcage and the resulting crack of bone is lost amid the cheers and yells of the audience.Â
Your opponent steps back and you're proud of the way he doesn't show the pain. He doesn't wince, doesn't move to touch the spot you hit, just tightens his stance and clenches his jaw. It's only you that notices the hitch in his breath, the way he flinches with every inhale. Your eyes narrow at that, zeroing in on the rib. You'd meant to just crack it, had been holding back most of your strength to keep from hurting him too seriously, but as he steps forward, you can see the way he grits his teeth against the pain.Â
The fight leaves you immediately, like a bucket of cold water straight to the chest, and you drop your hands.Â
"Yield." He just stares at you, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yield to me, and then go to the doctor."
"I'm not gonna yield," He says. He spits a mouthful of blood out onto the floor. "I'm not weak."
"Seriously, dude," You insist. "You're not gonna win this, and I don't want to hurt you more."Â
His scoff has you seeing red. "As if a princess like you could hurt me."
Your fist connects with his face before either of you registers that you've moved. There's a voice in the back of your head reminding you that he's just mortal, he can't take the same kind of beating you can, but it's lost in the haze of fury. The next thing you know, the ref is dragging you away and slamming you into the cage wall. Your opponent is being dragged out - you still don't know his name - and he looks beaten senseless. Victory rolls through you accompanied by a sick satisfaction at the way his blood looks decorating the canvas beneath your feet.Â
It lasts for less than an hour. It's always like this; the thrill of the fight, the burn of success, it's gone faster than you can blink. It's what drives you to keep fighting, to keep going to match after match, just to seek out the under-the-table stuff afterwards. It's never enough, not anymore. Back in the old days, they'd let you fight anything. Bears, bulls, lions, giants, anything they could get a noose around long enough to point it at a colosseum. That was a long time ago, though, before all the rights movements happened. You won't lie: you miss fighting beasts like that. The sheer power and strength they have, the survival instinct that makes them such fierce competitors, it's so much better than the rules and regulations of the mortal world now. Fights have gotten dull, rehearsed, more like a performance or a show than an actual fight. People make more money losing than they do winning and it's made the world boring.Â
You flex your hand as you open the door to your favorite bar. Something caught it at some point in the last fight, a cheekbone or a tooth, and it stings a little. Doesn't hurt, not exactly, not for a goddess, but it did enough that you feel it at all, which means it couldn't have been anything but torture for the guy on the other end. The bartender waves at you and gets your usual ready as you sit, and you idly wonder if Busted Rib Guy will be okay. It looked painful, for a human, and you'd tried to hold back, butâŠ
Well, you weren't really responsible for what happened to condescending little fucks, were you?
You sip the bourbon, enjoying the burn as it goes down. The lights are dim, tonight. You're glad. You don't want to deal with people looking at you, men coming over to talk to you, trying to advise you on how to properly bandage your knuckles or how to avoid the bruise on your cheek next time. If you had wanted to avoid it, you would have. You'd intended it to hurt worse, honestly, but that first guy'd had a weaker right hook than you expected.Â
You look around, wondering if anyone here would provide a decent distraction for the night. There's a pretty brunette in the corner with carefully crafted braids, and as your eyes travel, you imagine what's hiding beneath the silk and leather. You're pulled from the thought by the sound of music, and you curse under your breath. You forgot that it's an open mic night and you'd meant to go to the bar across town instead. Irritation colors your vision; every open mic night is awful, full of lofty poets talking about their trauma and wannabe Taylor Swifts thinking they're on the same level as Sappho. Ah, now that was a girl with a set of pipes. You miss her, wonder what she would say to the butchering of whatever song you're about to hear.
The voice that comes isn't what you expect. It's smooth and deep. The world turns to velvet around you as the voice wanders from one speaker to another, creating a mesmerizing multi-dimensional effect despite the way the singer doesn't ever leave the stage. You turn, knuckles white around your bourbon glass; he's utterly magnetic, every eye in the room trained on him as he purrs into the vintage mic. Long fingers are wrapped around the scuffed metal, decorated with jewels that glitter in the dim light of the bar. You can smell the lingering cigarette smoke from the guy beside you and the JĂ€ger from the girl two stools down and for once, you don't even care. He's captivating, voice travelling between speakers in the bar and coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.Â
Your eyes don't leave him, and you wonder if you can memorize the way the blond waves fall against his forehead if you stare long enough.Â
The red seeps away from you, slinking back into the corners of your mind, settling once more into a low thrum under your skin. It fades into the background of this man's voice, the charisma that rolls off him in waves as he pulls the mic in close just to push it to the side with a teasing smirk. It settles something in your chest that hasn't been calm since the fight in Athens so long ago.Â
The music fades out sooner than you'd like, and he gives a slight bow before wandering into the crowd. You do your best to follow him, but the gold of his hair disappears almost immediately, lost in the throng of people around the stage waiting to speak to him. You turn back around, downing the next bit of bourbon that Suho pours you.Â
"I know," He says with a grin. You cock a brow at him, not having said anything he could agree with. "He's good. That's what you were thinking, right? He's why we're so packed on open mics. Got the audio and lighting guy whipped, so he's got all these special effects, too. Drives people crazy.â
"He's alright," You mutter. You toss a few bills down on the bartop and step back. Suho gives you a courteous nod as you leave. The bouncer gives you a dirty look when he spots the lit cigarette between your lips, but he knows better than to try to tell you otherwise. You've taught him better.Â
You lean back against the brick wall of the alley and take a drag. The warm smoke fills your lungs and you close your eyes. It's a different kind of burn than you're used to, a distraction from the crawling sensation that drives you to fight. It's calmer, more controlled. Feels like the smoke from Hestia's fires. Feels like home.Â
"Never expected to see you here," A voice calls out. It's deep and startling in the darkness, but you don't jump. You just open your eyes, exhale, and look to where it came from.Â
The singer stands before you in the same undone white button up and black tee he performed in. He doesn't have a cig, doesn't seem to have much of any reason to be outside. He moves almost lazily, as if he doesn't even need to, just wants to, and when his gaze flicks up to meet yours, your vision fills just for a breath with every opponent you've ever faced lying at your feet.Â
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them. It's not his fault, the voice in your head says, he didn't mean it that way, but still, your blood is thrumming now that he's here and you want to know what he's talking about. Want to know why he thinks you wouldn't be here when there's attractive people and good bourbon and you've never seen this man before in your life. Want to know why he already seems to think you aren't civilized enough to be at a bar, why he spoke but all you heard was Zeus' voice in your memories.
"Exactly what I said. Should I be clearer?"
"Yeah, probably," you spit. Yet another person that assumes you're stupid, that you don't understand basic languages, as if you haven't been speaking them since the ancient times. As if you couldn't speak circles around him if you wanted. "Unless you want your teeth on the fucking ground."
"Good to know the stories are true." He tsks and you're filled with a strange sense of disappointment and fury, both at him and yourself. Your vision turns red at the edges and the cigarette between your fingers is crushed in your grip. He pays no mind to it, just saunters past with a lazy, swaying gait that draws your eyes to his hips and then down the long leather-clad legs. "See you around, Ares."
"That's not my fucking name," You yell after him. He doesn't respond when you shout your actual name, the one you chose, on your own, as a middle finger to the Olympians. "Get it right next time, dickwad."
He turns the corner of the alley and the streetlight catches his face just enough for you to see the smirk he wears. For once in your life, you're torn; you want to smash his face in, yes, because how dare this random guy speak to you like that when you could kill him with one finger to the right pressure point. You also find your skin's hotter than usual, stretched too thin over your bones, and you want him to run his hands over you until it feels right again.
Until it feels like it did when he was singing.Â
How did he know my title?
The thought comes unbidden, days later, with the desperate hit of a palm against your shoulder. You've got the woman in a headlock, patiently waiting for her to pass out completely so the fight can be called, and your mind is wandering.Â
How did the singer know who you are? You hadn't thought anything of it at the time, distracted by fury and frustration, but with time comes a special kind of clarity. You've never seen him before, not that you know anyway, yet he didn't hesitate to call you Ares. The only ones who know of your kind are your kind, but you haven't seen any of your siblings among mortals in a long time. You thought you knew the other gods and goddesses, but maybe not. It has been a while since you stepped foot in the golden city.
The woman in your grip goes slack and you release her. You're still lost in thought as the ref calls the match and leads you out of the makeshift ring. The cheers of the audience are background noise at this point, akin to static or the buzz of electricity, and you pay them no mind as you head to collect your winnings. You didn't even get any kind of buzz from success this time, too immersed in the way the singer walked and talked and looked. The image of his smirk is burned into your retinas.Â
"Yeah, you didn't hear? He just got out of the hospital. They had to keep him overnight because they thought he might puncture a lung. I heard that if it had been a little worse, they would've had to wire his jaw shut." You stop, fingers brushing over the stack of bills you don't even remember being handed. You look up, making eye contact with the guy whispering nearby. Your suspicions are confirmed when his friend smacks his arm and juts his chin in your direction before they both disappear into the crowd.Â
You shove your way outside, frustration creeping through you and coloring your vision. You manage to keep it contained long enough for you to make it to the alley behind the warehouse, but it explodes from you in a rush of thrown dumpsters and sheet metal.Â
Fuck , you never meant to hurt him like that. You told him, you fucking told him to yield, it isn't your fault he didn't listen. It's not your fault that he went and insulted you, acted like he was better than you just by virtue of being a dude, as if you weren't worshipped in the old days for the power you had and the blessings you could give. You'd held back, through all of it, you'd told him to yield, and he insulted you. It wasn't your fault.Â
You slide to the ground, running a shaking hand through your hair. It isn't your fault , you repeat. You close your eyes and take deep breaths, the way Hestia taught you, willing the fury to dissipate. It's like a fire in your veins, burning and bubbling your skin until you can't resist anymore. You take another breath. It isn't your fault. You tried. You offered an out. It isn't your fault. Fuck, what was his name?Â
With a growl that quickly morphs into a scream, you kick the dumpster once more before stalking off into the darkness. You need a fucking drink and you're gonna find a distraction in someone else if it's the last thing you do.Â
The club is packed when you get there; you're not usually a fan of clubs like this, too full of people who are too friendly, but they're perfect for nights like tonight. You don't even need to wait in line, just slip the bouncer a 50 as you pass, and the bartenders are quick to spot you. You're pretty notorious in the city for over-paying, which means you're knocking back bourbon before you have a chance to ask for it. There are people everywhere, pressed up against both sides of you while the bass thrums in your throat, and it takes you longer than you're proud of to realize why.Â
There's a band playing, apparently. They're not bad; the vocalist isn't anything like the singer from Suho's, but it doesn't make you want to tear your ears off, so you consider it a success.Â
You're dancing before you remember deciding to. Everything's a blur when you get the itch in your bones, the need to make someone bleed. To feel something that isn't rage or condescension. People are even closer here on the dance floor, suffocating in their proximity, but there's a woman grinding her ass into you, and it sparks the dying fire in your gut. The beat of the music drowns your own heart, and it's all flashing lights and heat and a body pressed against yours that is all too willing.
She follows when you go back to the bar for another drink, and giggles when you lick salt from her wrist before downing tequila. Her hands are wrapped in the leather of your jacket as she kisses you, your own resting lightly on her hips. She laughs against your lips and says something you don't hear before ordering another drink. Something makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You take the brief reprieve to look around the club, searching for whatever it is that has you on alert. You find him on the upper level of the club, leaned over the balcony with a drink in hand. You can't make out his expression, exactly; it's too far away and too guarded. But you'd know him anywhere now. The singer knocks back whatever's in his glass, eyes never leaving yours. You don't know why he's here, if he comes here often or if the Fates are having a laugh at your expense, but you do know you want to make the most of it.
The girl is back, pressing a heated kiss to your lips and drawing your attention from him. You return it, nipping at her lips and getting a small gasp in return. You smirk and bite your way down her neck. She's breathy in your ear, hitched moans lost in the beat of the music, but you barely hear her as you suck bruises into the skin of her neck. He's still watching you. His drink is gone and he's gripping the bannister of the balcony, rings glinting in the light. You wonder if the cool metal could soothe the burn in your bones. You want to know if he can bring that calmness from before back, if he can soothe the frenzy in your mind with his hands the way he can with his voice. Just imagining it has you soaking through to your jeans.
The girl makes a particularly loud noise in your ear and you're brought out of your thoughts. As if he can sense it, the singer straightens. He gives you one last look before disappearing back into the crowd, and you wonder if you're imagining the disdain in it. You draw back from the girl's neck, about to tell her to find her friends when she slides her hands in your hair and tugs.
The burn in your blood is back, now, and you hope this girl is prepared for what awaits her.
"You're here early," Suho says when he spots you in the nearly empty bar the next night. He's not wrong, either; you skipped the fights tonight completely. There was no buzz last time, no relief, and you have no reason to believe there would be tonight. Not with the way the singer captivates your thoughts.Â
Besides, you have enough money leftover from the previous few to last a couple days.
"What, did you decide not to kick someone's ass before getting wasted?" Suho doesn't wither at the look you give him, just pours you a couple fingers of bourbon and slides the glass over. "Or did they just stop letting you in completely?"
"I might change my mind if you don't shut up," You tell him. There's no real heat behind it. You've known Suho for years now, been coming to his bar for so long it almost feels like home. You're almost friends at this point.Â
It helps that he knows when to bite his tongue so he doesn't get his teeth knocked out.
"Seriously though, I don't think I've ever seen you here this early. Especially not on mic nights." You're very careful in your lack of a reaction to his words. You'd seen the workers setting up for it when you came in, and even if you hadn't, you know when mic night is. You've spent enough time avoiding it.
"Does he sing every time?" You ask in lieu of an explanation. You don't look away from the amber liquid in your glass, letting the silence hang as the bartender does his best to follow your thought process.Â
"Taehyung? Most weeks, yeah. It's been a nice change from the usual drunken karaoke. He goes around to some of the other places in town, too. Apparently he just likes to sing."Â
"Taehyung," You repeat. The name rolls from your tongue a bit awkwardly. It's more than you expected, somehow, but you can't place exactly how . Just...more. "Is he always that good?"
"Oh, yeah. We have regulars now for mic night because of him. He's got a whole fan club and everything."
"Hm." You drain the rest of your bourbon and Suho refills it. He leaves you in peace then, serving some others that appear at the bar.Â
The place fills faster than you can blink. That's what it feels like, anyway. It's like one moment there's you and a handful of other people scattered around, and now you're being jostled between some dude a million feet tall that definitely doesn't look old enough to be here and a girl with her tits up to her throat and surrounded by a cloud of perfume so thick that it starts a migraine behind your eyes almost instantly. She flirts with Suho a little, likely trying to score free drinks, and you roll your eyes. She pouts at him when he gives her the total, batting eyelashes that go on for miles, and for once, you wish Suho would just give in and comp the drinks.Â
"I'll pay for them," You say. She was definitely saying something, maybe you should have been paying attention to it, but fuck , this migraine is only getting worse the longer she stands there. "I'll pay for your drinks."
"Oh, thanks," She says. Her smile is hesitant, and quickly turns apologetic as she takes in the boots and the ripped jeans and the leather jacket. "Um, I'm not...I don't, uhâŠ"
"Do I look like I want to fuck you, sweetie?" She looks a little affronted and a laugh escapes you. You lean closer, letting your breath ghost over her cheek as you speak in her ear to be heard better. "If I wanted to fuck you senseless, you'd know it. And I can guarantee you it would be a hell of a lot better than the watered down rat piss this guy's giving you."Â
When you lean back, her face is flushed and she's stammering. You smirk and hand her the drinks she'd ordered.Â
"Too bad youâre not, you donât, huh?" You tell her. The patronizing tone isn't lost on her, nor is your mockery of her earlier words, and she shuts her mouth with an audible click before strutting off. Suho glares at you as he pours more bourbon.
"Can you please try not to run off my patrons?" He mutters. "Some of us actually need money to live."
"Some of us would like decently timed refills and to not choke on perfume," You quip. "And better bourbon, for that matter." He hisses something about what he's giving you being top quality but you tune him out, throwing one leg over the stool Perfume Girl vacated. You'd like to keep just a little bit of personal space.Â
Across the bar, you catch a brief glimpse of the girl from the night before and you wince. Her neck is thoroughly bruised, and you catch a peek of bruises and scratches on her back as she shrugs her jacket on. You didnât mean to be so rough with her, even if she had been into it; youâre usually pretty good about remembering that the mortals are just that - mortal - and as such have to be handled delicately. Theyâre so fragile, it feels like they could break with a strong wind. Guilt settles in your gut and turns the bourbon in your glass to cough syrup. Youâve half a mind to just leave before she sees you, are about to turn and do exactly that, but the speakers screech to life and the deafening feedback from the mic keeps you glued to your seat.Â
The crowd quiets even as the excitement ramps up, all talk silencing but for the occasional hushed whispers here and there. The first few notes of the song echo through the speakers, and a spotlight appears on him.Â
He looks different this time, his hair dyed a vibrant blue that matches the glinting jewels in his ears and on his hands. He's an absolute vision and you wonder how Aphrodite has allowed him to live so long when he's so beautiful. His voice hangs in the air and calms you, the same settling in your chest as last time, the same freedom from the burn in your veins. It's addictive.Â
The song doesn't last nearly as long as you want it to but the stillness inside you lingers long after he's done caressing the microphone. You place a few bills down for Suho and light up a cigarette as you head outside, ignoring the dirty looks from other patrons as you do. You're on a mission, the thrum of bloodlust returning with every second that passes, and you can't even be sure if he's still around or if he's wandered off already.Â
You stand in the alley for what feels like hours, turning at every sound and smoking cig after cig just so you have something to do. You've almost decided to say fuck it when footsteps sound from the back of the bar, coming closer to you.Â
His blue hair is visible even from the other end of the small alley, a giveaway similar to the light at the end of your cigarette and the smoke you blow into the air. There's no way he hasn't seen you, you think, you're making no effort to hide or be sneaky, and yet he's continuing forward as if he doesn't see you at all, eyes focused on a phone in his hand. You wait until he's just a few steps away before speaking.
"How do you know my title?" You ask him. He stops as if he'd always meant to and doesn't even bother to glance up at you or respond. The edges of your vision turn scarlet at the blatant disregard and you're speaking before you can even process the words. "I asked you a fucking question, pretty boy, you're gonna answer me. Unless you want that precious mouth bloodied up."
"And you wonder how I know who you are," He drawls, still not bothering to spare a glance at you. A scowl grows over your face at his sarcastic tone. "If you're going to hit me just get it over with. Otherwise, I have places to be."
He stands, waiting and expectant, but you don't move. He's humming, quiet and to himself like he doesn't even realize he's doing it, and the red seeps away from your mind until you're left clear-headed once more. You sigh, long and heavy, and crush your cigarette into your denim-covered thigh to put it out. It tickles.Â
"I'm not going to hit you," You tell him eventually. "I just wanna know how you know me. And how you do it."
He cocks a brow at that, finally looking up from the phone in his hand to level dark eyes on yours. "Do what? Sing?"
"No." You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat. The words are harder to find than you thought they'd be, lost in the depths of his gaze, in the clarity you're so unaccustomed to, in the way you feel like you can breathe for the first time in days. "I don't care how you sing, that's not important, it's the...fuck, you know what, never mind, it doesn't fucking matter." You push off the wall and step past him to head towards where the streetlight gleams off the bar windows.Â
"Tell me." The command has you stopping in your tracks, and you're again flooded with just wanting to know how. How he clears the haze, how he stops you, how he makes you feel real. You turn, hands stuffed into the back pockets of your jeans. "How I do what?"
It takes you several long breaths before you can answer, and you aren't even sure he can hear you over the sounds of people leaving the bar, and you find yourself disappearing into the crowd without waiting for a response. Your own words are reverberating in your skull, getting louder with each step you take, and you wish you could just turn it off .Â
"How you make me feel like a person again."
You avoid the bar for a few weeks, going hours away from your usual area to an unfamiliar hole in the wall just to make sure you donât see him. Youâre more deadly than usual in your fights, victories coming quicker, injuries piling up along with the guilt, but you canât bring yourself to return. Itâs unnerving, the way everything goes quiet around him, the way you can think, but the worst is the way you can feel. Everythingâs calm and steady and blue, and it only makes it easier for the regret and the guilt and the anxiety to curl around your throat and squeeze until you canât breathe, to clog in your throat while the laughter of your siblings echoes in your ears, and you...canât. You canât do that, you canât let it win, you canât let them win, they canât know that youâre everything they think you are and worse.Â
You canât let yourself drown in that, and yet you find yourself back at Suhoâs, lost among the crowd while Taehyungâs voice surrounds you. The ache in your bones fades away, chased by the thrum of the fight that still lingers despite the hours that have passed since you felt your opponentâs femur break under your palm and their screams echoed in your ears. Everything is calm again, and the guilt nearly drowns you.
He hasnât even finished singing before youâre outside, chest heaving as you gasp against the weight on your chest. You broke someoneâs femur , and did you even really need to? The fight itself is a blur even now, snapshots playing through your mind like a montage. The way theyâd darted at you first, how their foot felt connecting with the backs of your knees, the determination in their eyes when you went down, the jolt of shock as your hands wrapped around their leg, the dull throb of a barrage of hits against your waist as you pulled them down as well and bloodied their face, the blood-curdling scream as you snapped the bone like a pretzel stick.
Your breath comes faster in your lungs, forced out by the growing guilt that lodges there in its place. Images swirl in your mind, chased by a never-ending stream of thought and regret that you should be used to by now. Fuck, you didnât need to, and you still did it; you lost control, you fucking hurt them, and for what? A couple hundred? Was it even worth it? Who knew when theyâd be back into shape to fight, what if they needed the money? They werenât even half-bad. They got you down, at least, shouldnât you have gone easy on them? You donât even remember their face, canât remember what the announcer said their name was, words drowned out by the buzz under your skin.
Metal crumples under your grip and you spare a half-second to mourn Suhoâs dumpster before you slam your knuckles against it. It tingles, not even real pain, and you donât hesitate to repeat it. By the time the metal is disfigured completely, a distorted mess of paint and steel and garbage, you still arenât in pain, but thereâs a sheen of gold across your knuckles and you feel less like youâre drowning and more like youâre suffocating. The usual. You can handle that. You think.Â
You donât even realize that youâve slid down to the ground beside the dumpster until the back door of the bar opens and footsteps echo through the alley. You wish you knew how long youâve been here, how long youâve sat among empty bottles and stale beer and broken glass, but you canât be sure. The brief reprieve brought by Taehyungâs voice is long gone, chased away by the guilt and rage that still sits heavy in your chest. You hope youâre not noticeable here, that whoeverâs left will just pass by and leave you to piece yourself back together on your own.Â
Voices tell you that it isnât likely, the deep baritone of one too familiar to ignore. The other is new, but youâre familiar with the tone, the inflection, the intent behind it. You've heard it before, in crowded clubs as a guy pushes too close to some girl who can barely stand, in a coffeeshop when a random customer can't take a fucking hint, at the local campus when some professor insists that there could be maybe one thing her student could do to pass. It makes everything in you curdle, the bourbon from earlier threatening to work its way back up; it screams predator , and you absolutely refuse to let anyone fucking talk to someone like that, like they have some right to whatever it is they want.Â
You refuse to let someone talk to him that way.Â
"Seriously, Kratos, didn't I tell you to leave me alone? Did Aphrodite not teach you your lesson last time you harassed someone?" Taehyung's voice brings a calm that's an unsettling match to the anger washing over you. You're used to the red at the corners of your vision, the tint to everything you see, but you aren ' t used to the way it all turns purple and focused and clear .Â
There's no haze this time, there's no abrupt shift of you moving before you know you've done it. You can feel the glass crunching under your boots with every step you take, can feel the way the air has a chill that creeps down into your lungs with every breath, can almost taste the apprehension that's rolling off of Taehyung despite his relaxed stance. The only thing that gives him away is the tense set of his jaw and the mix of relief and fear when his eyes land on you.Â
"I'm pretty sure he said no, Kratos." The god turns at your voice and you watch the realization wash over him as he realizes what - who - you are.Â
"Been a while since anyone's seen you, Ares." He scoffs a little, not moving from where he has Taehyung caged against the wall of the bar, one hand pressed firmly into the brick. He's entirely too close, and you have no doubt that the stench of him permeates the very oxygen around them.Â
"Been busy. Doesn't change the fact that the man said no. Take the loss, walk away." Kratos' eyes narrow at your words and he steps away, but only to move closer to you.Â
"Why do you care so much? You've never been one to care about any of us before." Kratos inches closer and the hyper-focus that Taehyung's voice causes starts to melt away with every twitch of your fingers. You've never liked Kratos, all brute strength with no respect for the challenge, no appreciation of the fight, too focused on sheer power and exhilaration. He is the worst of the worst of the worst of your kind, of all the war-focused gods. Every bit of yourself you hate is every piece that Kratos loves about himself.Â
"I care that you don't seem to be able to understand when someone doesn't want to be around you, you absolute piece of filth. Taehyung had a point though, I really thought the whole thing with Aphrodite would've taught you how to back off. Or should I pull the video out, I think I still have it saved for when I need a good laugh." Malice and fury twitch across the other god's face and you absolute revel in it. You can feel his anger prickling across you, like needles in your very pores, and you ache for it. It's been so long since you last had a good fight, a real challenge where you didn't need to hold back at all.Â
Too long since you fought a god like yourself.
"You're testing my patience, cousin," Kratos spits. It's a little generous to call the two of you cousins - you're several times removed, at best, and potentially closer than that with your family's warped history - but you let him have it. It might make him feel better. "I'm having a conversation, that's all. And if said conversation means that we end up back at my place, then, well, can anyone really blame me for what might happen to this pretty little m-"
Your fist connects with his jaw immediately and the red floods you for the few seconds it takes to register Taehyung calling your name. The calm struggles for a second, warring with the rage, but it wins out eventually. The singer's talking, but you can't make out any actual words. You're too focused on Kratos, the way he's righting and readying himself for a brawl. There's a fire in his eyes that matches the one in yours and everything in you feels alive for the first time in too long.Â
This fight is different than your usual ones. There's no blur, no warped sense of time that usually comes with the adrenaline. You're focused and controlled in a way you haven't had to be for centuries, careful and precise and deliberate with every swing and every kick. The red seeps back in slowly and every time you think you're about to lose it, you hear Taehyung, still pressed against the wall of the bar.Â
Kratos lunges at you for what has to be the tenth time, clearly trying his best to knock you to the ground - he succeeded, once; you let yourself get distracted, too caught up in thoughts, but it didn't last long - and you sidestep him just in time for him to ram into the ruined dumpster instead. He looks pissed when he turns back around and something in you sings at the sight. He makes for you again and you dodge again, only to be dragged back towards him by the grip he has on your jacket. Fuck, should've taken that off , whatever, he's too close.
Pain explodes in your side and you're fairly sure he's busted part of your rib, but you just slide your arms out of the sleeves and twist to plant your knee straight into his gut and then slam your heel down onto his much-less-safe toes, and then back up to knee him in the groin. It's nowhere near enough to take him out, but his nose is oozing golden ichor and he groans with every shift of his weight, and you've got him pinned against the wall with your forearm pressing hard into his windpipe.Â
"Now, you're gonna listen to me you steaming pile of dog shit," You hiss. "When someone tells you no, it's not a fucking negotiation. It means you fucking leave and find someone with loose enough morals or enough internalized self-hatred that they're willing to subject themselves to your absolutely pitiful fucking excuse of an existence for the thirty-two seconds it'll take for you to get off."Â
Kratos doesn't respond, just sneers and spits blood at you. It's a miracle you don't actually try to rip his head from his body, because the thought crosses your mind for a second too long. Instead, you just press harder against his windpipe and enjoy the choked gasp that it draws.Â
"You don't stalk people either, the way you did with 'Dite. Don't you know it's better to let them come to you sometimes?" You tsk, ignoring the way he claws uselessly at your arm. Gods may not need to breathe, that's a fact, but they feel pain, and there is no way this isn't absolutely excruciating for him when even you can feel the small bones in his neck cracking and breaking. "And if I hear even a whisper of you pulling shit like this again, then I'm gonna find you, you pigshit. And when I do, I won't hold back even the slightest, and do you know what comes after that?"Â
His eyes are full of fear now, and only grow wide with terror as you lean in close enough that he can feel your lips against his ear as you whisper.Â
"You are going to wish that you could die."Â
When you do release him, he disappears instantly, with a cloud of acrid grey-green smoke curling around your ichor-spattered boots. He's only been gone a second when you slump, the adrenaline fading as quick as Kratos had left. Your side is throbbing now, your knuckles are bruised and broken and gold, there's a pain in your leg that you aren't sure what's causing, your head is screaming even through the high of the fight, your face stings in the crisp-cool air. Every breath makes the pain worse so you stop breathing. The brick wall of the bar is rough against your palms, but it's the only thing around that can keep you upright, so you'll take it.Â
"Well," a voice drawls from your left. You'd jump if you had anything left in you, but every ounce of energy is gone, spent teaching Kratos what Aretha Franklin meant when she sang about respect - and really, there was another fantastic singer, you really should visit her sometime soon - so instead your head lolls to the side. You aren't sure what it is that jolts through you when your eyes land on Taehyung, fingers curled carefully around the collar of-
Your jacket. That's your leather jacket. You barely remembers shrugging out of it, but you're glad it's not on the ground, trampled and covered in the gold spatters that decorate the rest of your body.Â
"Well?" You echo, wincing at the pain it causes. You've definitely got a busted lip, that's for sure from the way it feels different and swollen, and you're pretty sure there's a head wound, too, because you don't remember there being a golden halo around Taehyung before the fight.Â
"Well," He repeats, slinging the jacket - your jacket - over a shoulder. "You should get that looked at." He starts walking, making his way to the entrance of the alleyway. He gets halfway there before he stops and turns and cocks a brow. "Are you coming, or do I get to keep this?" Your jacket waves a little, as if he's wiggling it, and it makes you feel like a stray dog being lured off with treats.Â
You're never going to tell anyone that it works.
Taehyung's place is as nondescript as the car he parks outside. It's a plain apartment building on the outside - looks like maybe it was a hotel back in the 1930s, based on the outdated carpeting in the lobby and the grate on the elevator he steps into. Even the hallway is plain and unassuming as he leads you to the end and uses an old, tarnished brass key on an older, more tarnished brass knob. You aren't sure what you expected, you can't even begin to guess what Taehyung is like outside of the dirty alley or the stage where he sings, can't fathom what kind of decor he could possibly have.Â
What you step into isn't anything you could have guessed. It looks like he has the entire rest of the floor to himself based on what you can see, but there's also a spiral staircase tucked into a corner, bookshelves built in under each step that are filled to the brim, and a fireman's pole in another corner, so there's at least one more level above this, but something tells you both the staircase and the pole continue past that. There's artwork everywhere, pieces you recognize and pieces you don't, several van Goghs and a couple from Matisse and you think in the corner you spot an actual fucking da Vinci sketch that's supposed to be somewhere in Europe. There's a gramophone beside a top-of-the-line sound system, an entire wall that's just a record collection, books upon books, framed bits of poetry - including an actual hand-written rupi kaur, a signed Maya Angelou print, and a signed cover of ain't i a woman by bell hooks that you would die to know how Taehyung got his hands on. It's a museum's wet dream and yet it retains a lived in atmosphere. There are mugs left on tables, blankets strewn about as if someone just got up from a nap, an easel propped up by a far window with what looks like an impressionist painting of the cityscape, books tossed down half-read with receipts and coupons and candy wrappers and everything but a bookmark tucked between the pages.Â
It feels like a home and it makes your heart flutter in your chest at the same time that something in your stomach shrivels up into itself.Â
Taehyung walks like heâs meant to be followed, so follow you do. You spy another man - older, you think, but itâs hard to tell, really - sprawled across a couch, blanket splayed across his lap as he watches some kind of dance show on a flatscreen hung above a warm and roaring fireplace, a couple of girls in what looks to be the kitchen, one sitting on the counter while the other stands between her legs and pretends not to notice the former stealing strawberries from her bowl as she taps at her tablet, and there are footsteps creaking above you, hidden behind walls even as Taehyung leads you up the staircase. They all look up when you pass, but only the man gives you a second glance; his eyes are a weight on your back that doesnât leave until youâre upstairs and following Taehyung into a large, rather nice bathroom.Â
Itâs vintage as well, but itâs spacious and well-kept, like the rest of the place. Taehyung pats the marble counter by the sink and you bite your tongue against the urge to tell him you arenât a dog. You donât move though, instead watching him as he lays your jacket across a brass bar on the wall and then digs around in a cabinet for a minute or two. When he straightens up, heâs got a somewhat dusty off-white box in his hands, and he frowns.Â
âUp,â He says. âI need to look at your ankle.âÂ
You donât move, but you can tell he doesnât miss the twitch of your nose at the thought of being commanded like an animal. Like someone who canât understand. Like-
He sighs.Â
âPlease, will you sit on the counter, so I can look at your ankle?â You huff, but you do as he says.Â
He doesnât speak as he works, completely silent except for the odd command - âRoll it for me...alright, now flex that...deep breath...stop fidgeting or Iâll only make it worseâŠâ - and the occasional hum under his breath. It seems to be second nature, like he doesnât even realize heâs doing it, and it endears you more than youâd like. His touch is gentle but firm as he lightly squeezes your ankle and wraps it, lifts your pant leg to rub some kind of cream into a somewhat worrisome golden bruise forming on your calf, darts under your shirt to quickly and painlessly set your ribs before wrapping those as well. He doesnât say anything at all until heâs almost finished with the cuts on your hands, golden ichor long gone and wounds already on their way to healing thanks to some sort of mist he spritzes on them.Â
It only stings once, as heâs spraying something over some kind of cut on your thigh where Kratos ripped through the denim there without you noticing. You canât stop the hiss as the pain hits, though you regret it when he glances up at you.Â
âSorry,â He mumbles under his breath as he dabs lightly at it with his long fingers.Â
âItâs fine,â You tell him. âIâm used to it.â Your voice is rough, always, but softer than usual. You donât know why. You canât decide if you like it.
The entire time he works, you wait. For him to tell you it wasnât necessary, that he can fight his own battles, that heâs not surprised a brute like yourself got into a fight, that youâre no more than what the rumours say you are. Youâve got a million different curses and insults ready to spit back at him when he finally speaks.
âThank you,â is what comes. It shocks the words out of your mouth, and you actually look up from where youâve been watching him methodically wipe gold away from a scrape on your forearm. His gaze is concentrated on the injury and his lips are pursed and you wish you could figure him out.Â
He must take your silence for the confusion it is, because he continues.Â
âI mean it,â He says. âIâm usually not someone that lets other people fight for me, but we both know that I couldnât have taken Kratos. Heâs too strong, and he was counting on that. Until you showed up.â You donât respond. âIs there a reason you left before my set was done? Or why you were sitting in an alley beside what is possibly the most gnarled dumpster Iâve ever seen?â
You donât answer him, instead focusing on the way his hands feel as they tilt your chin so he can look at the cuts and bruises and scrapes that decorate your face. You focus your gaze just past his shoulder, content to memorize the pattern of his gaudy vintage bathroom wallpaper, and he doesn't press for more. The distracted humming picks up again every time he stops talking, and eases the storm of guilt shame rage pain hurt grief loneliness in your chest.Â
"I fight," you eventually say. Your voice is too loud in the quiet of the bathroom, shatters the silence like a sledgehammer, and you hate the way it trembles. Still, Taehyung doesn't look away from where he's carefully wiping gold from your skin, just cocks a brow, and it's as if a dam breaks in your throat. "Like, real fights. Actual competition, with rules and shit, and...sometimes the bad ones, because they tend to fight differently, it's a different kind of fight, y'know, and it's never really fair, because I'm...I'm me, but I hold back, just for fun, y'know, and it's, uh. It's alright usually, I go in, do my thing, I win, I go drink, and it all gets, I dunno, easier, maybe, for a while, like I can think right, but, um.â
You hesitate for a split second and force yourself to focus on the way the alcohol-soaked cotton tickles the cut on your head.Â
âSometimes it's not...sometimes I can't control it as well, the anger, and I kind of just lose it on people, and a while ago this guy, he almost needed his jaw wired shut, but he was kind of a prick anyway, I guess, so whatever, but, uh, today, I...there was this girl and she was doing really well, actually, y'know, managed to get me down to the mat, which is rare and pretty impressive, and I'm pretty proud of her for it now, but then, I just. I just kinda lost it, like, I just kept swinging, I couldn't stop, and then I just...I broke her leg, for no real reason, just because I wanted her to hurt, and I don't...I'm not sure why I even did it, because I'd already won, right, like what was the point of doing any more, it wasn't even helping at that point, y'know, it's not like the buzz kept up any longer because I broke this kid's leg, and I love the fights, they help clear my head for a second, but I never wanted to actually-"
You words stop short, like there are too many of them to say in too short a time, and it's then you realize Taehyung's hands are in his lap and he's looking at you fully. His expression isn't neutral anymore, it's not the carefully crafted mask of a performer, it's real and open and genuine and all you see there is pain . For you. Pain and understanding and compassion you never expected to find anywhere but the deepest corners of your soul. Looking at him looking at you like that makes you feel like you can breathe again.
"You never wanted to hurt anyone." His voice is rough, like maybe there's emotion clogging his throat as well, and you aren't sure what that does to you, but something in you jumps at the thought.
Tears mar your vision as you nod and you curse under your breath before wiping them away. He catches your quivering hand in his and just holds it for a second. His eyes don't leave yours and there are a thousand things you expect him to say but what he says is:Â
"I believe you."
And that...it's more than you can take, and you break, right there on his bathroom counter, sobbing into his chest while he just rubs your back and hums and you remember the face of every person you've ever hurt and the look in their eyes as you left some of them for dead.Â
You wake up the next morning curled up on the most comfortable chaise lounge in human history, sitting up and shoving the blanket off of you in a rush before you remember where you are, why you're there. A glance around tells you that you aren't alone; there's two guys bent over a table that you think might also be a tablet, conversing quietly and pointing every so often at whatever they're looking at, a girl balanced along the edge of the staircase holding a lyre - which, wow, you haven't seen a lyre in that good condition in a while - and strumming lightly along it before she frowns and shakes her head and restarts whatever melody she's playing, and the same guy sprawled over the couch with a blanket strewn haphazardly over him while he watches a different dance video on the flatscreen. He's the closest and you don't really want to talk to any of these people but you think you might have to because you aren't really sure how Taehyung got you here last night but you know it was quite a drive. You'd just mist over to the bar if you really wanted to, but your ribs hurt like a bitch still thanks to that fucker Kratos. Anything as intense as misting is out of the question for the time being.
The man on the chaise spares you a glance that feels longer than it should, full of a judgement you have no doubt you deserve and yet somehow fires your anger anyway.Â
He rolls his eyes before you even say anything and waves a hand towards the kitchen. You snap your mouth closed and shoot him an irritated look, but you storm in that direction anyway. Healing is exhausting, and you want nothing more than some meat to tear into and a cold beer.Â
When you get into the kitchen, however, Taehyung is standing there already, as if heâs been expecting you any minute. Thereâs a plate in front of him, full of food you barely recognize, and he slides it towards you.Â
âEat,â He says. You grit your teeth, unmoving, and he sighs again. âPlease sit, and eat. You need the strength to heal properly.âÂ
You resist for a split second, but thereâs a softness to him now. Something you canât exactly put your finger on, but that you know is different , somehow, and it changes things. It makes you want to listen, to do as he asks, because he is asking . Heâs not telling, heâs treating you like an animal.Â
Itâs a request, not a demand, and that makes all the difference.Â
Taehyung is quiet while you eat. He doesnât look at you, doesnât watch to make sure youâre doing it, but you have no doubt heâs keeping an eye on you. Itâs quiet, but not unbearably so; the air is broken by the sounds of the lyre and the television, as well as the soft chattering of the men at the table. It makes it comfortable, makes it soft in a way youâre unaccustomed to being, like the way people talk about lazy Sunday mornings or that voice they get when they see a cute animal.
It feels like home should be, instead of what yours is.Â
âSo whyâs Pretty Boy giving me the death glare?â You eventually ask past a mouthful of food. Taehyung barely looks up, just glancing past you to the guy laying on the couch. You can feel his eyes boring into your spine, but itâs nothing new.Â
âTaeminâs just protective,â Taehyung says softly. âEspecially considering the stories.â
âThe ones about me, you mean.â
A myriad of emotions passes through his eyes when he nods, and you wish you could more easily decipher them. Maybe in time, you will.Â
Maybe.
âThose, yes,â He says softly. âBut heâll learn.â He doesnât say it, but nonetheless, you hear the words as clear as day. Just like I did. Â
Someone hums behind you and you glance over to see a woman - the strawberry thief - making her way into the kitchen. She gives Taehyung a look you donât care enough to figure out, and they have an entire conversation in the span of five minutes. Something about it irks you, and it only gets worse when they start moving around each other, Taehyung handing her things without her asking.Â
Itâs ridiculous, and you know it, but the air gets heavy in your lungs and your head starts to swim and suddenly youâre suffocating. Itâs too much, thereâs too much here, and you canât take it anymore.Â
The force with which you shove away the counter would have slammed it into the wall were it not already attached. There are slight cracks in the granite tops, though, and thereâs just enough clarity as Taehyung calls your name for you to feel guilty about it. Itâs not enough to stop you though; you have to get out, you need to get out, before you do something worse, and the cracks in the granite are proof of that.Â
Youâre out the door in an instant, your form coalescing painfully back into solid matter as you reach the hallway. Your ribs ache, screaming with the effort of trying to mist away from this place, this home , and you lean against the wall in the hope that it will help steady you.Â
The door opens behind you, the creak of the old hinges deafening in the silence of the hall. Thereâs a commotion behind it, voices overlapping each other and reverberating in your skull until theyâre a twisted mockery of your siblings.Â
You stumble down the hall, one hand clutching your ribs to keep them as still as possible despite your movement. Itâs not lost on you that there are footsteps following you, but you canât focus on them now. Youâre not moving fast, and you need to be, you should be running , but you canât. Your vision is already clouding slightly at the edges, the sudden spike of adrenaline waning now that youâre out of the apartment.Â
Someone says your name and you swing.Â
Itâs instinct, the way your fist flies through the air; you canât control it, not this, not when the red is all you can see even as it seeps away and turns lilac. It doesnât matter anyway. You donât make contact with anything but the wall, plaster crumbling around your fist and onto the carpeted floor.Â
âThat was rude,â Taehyung says softly. He doesnât sound mad, though he should, considering you almost decked him straight in the nose. âIâll take you back.â
He drapes your jacket over your arm and walks away, toward emergency stairs tucked into the corner instead of the elevator, and you follow. He hums as he goes, and he lets you lead the way down the stairs, keeping pace with your quick steps until both of you step out a side door into an alleyway.Â
Out of habit, more than anything, you light a cigarette and put it between your lips. You donât miss the disgusted scrunch of Taehyungâs nose, but you do ignore it. The smoke is familiar in lungs, comforting, and he doesnât understand it, wonât ever understand it, but he doesnât have to.Â
âSorry, Tae,â You say after a few minutes of silence. Taehyung shrugs one shoulder and moves to lean beside you against the stone of the building.Â
âAre you okay now?â You nod, taking a deep breath, remembering how Hestia had taught you, so long ago, how her hand felt against your chest, the warmth and love it held. âThen youâre forgiven. And you can call me Calliope, if you want.â
Youâre both quiet after that. He doesnât make fun of you, he doesnât judge you, he just silently drives you back to Suhoâs bar, which is when you remember that he doesnât know where you live. Youâre fine with it; you donât want to see him in your run down hovel. Itâs not much, especially compared to his own apartment, but that makes sense, too.Â
What could ever live up to the home of a Muse? Not even a muse, really. The Muse. The Head of the Nine Muses, the one called on most often by those in need, the one that everyone knew, the one that Hephaestus just put statues of in the gardens of Olympus, according to the rumors that Apollo sent you.Â
The calm that he brings lasts until you get back to your apartment, nearly ten full minutes after you disappear into the alley beside Suhoâs bar. Itâs the longest the calm has ever lasted, and the view of the city tinted lavender is one you think you love.Â
If you can love.Â
Things get clearer, somehow. The weight on your shoulders lessens, makes you feel less like Atlas and more like you, how you were all those years ago in the now-ancient days when things made sense. When people fought for honor and glory and justice more than they fought for oil and death and greed.Â
It could be because open mic nights are frequent around the city, and youâre able to figure out his schedule pretty well. You donât go every night that he sings, just when it gets to be too much, when the scarlet haze starts to bleed into your irises like a flag in front of a bull. It helps, for a while, lets you settle long enough to pull the pieces of you back into a shape that vaguely resembles yourself.Â
It could be because the fights happen every night, and Taehyung is no stranger to where to look to find them. He watches every one that he can, when he isnât singing, and his presence anchors you. Focuses you, so that you can pull your punches just enough, so that thereâs less hurting and more fighting. It doesnât work every time, you still lose yourself in the rage and do more damage than you ever mean to, but it helps enough. And when it doesnât, heâs there, to slide a hand across your shoulders in that exact same way that Hestia used to, that Apollo might if you let him close enough to know youâre alive, that Artemis would , were she anywhere but where she is.Â
Itâs a strange feeling. Youâre not used to companionship, you donât know how to have friends. You still say the wrong things and do the wrong things and he still speaks to you like he expects to be listened to, but you both are learning. You apologize more often, and he corrects himself quicker. Itâs a slow, fragile thing, this friendship, but itâs there.Â
Until the night when itâs not.Â
You arenât sure how it happens. Itâs been weeks since you last saw Taehyung; he mentioned some project he was working on, something or another that would have most of his attention along with that of several of the other Muses. You had brushed it off when he said it, some snide remark about how you donât need him there to win.Â
You would take it back if you could.Â
Because you were right, of course, you donât need him there to win; you can do that on your own. And your control has gotten better, stronger, over the last few months, but complacency is what always leads to disaster.Â
The guy deserved it, is what you tell yourself as youâre pulled out of the ring. He was a piece of shit anyway, you remind yourself as you call Apollo with shaking hands. He didnât deserve your mercy, you tell the golden gold after youâve begged him to help save the manâs life. Artemis would have done the same, you insist to him, long after heâs hung up the phone and left to follow the ambulance to the hospital.Â
You donât go to Suhoâs. You canât bear it, not when he might be there, not when he would read it on your face in a heartbeat. You donât want to watch the disappointment crumble into something more familiar, something worse, you canât watch him look at you with the knowledge that your siblings are right, that theyâve always been right, that youâre nothing better than a crazed animal.Â
The club is packed full when you get there. The bartender starts to pour you a drink and you just take the bottle, leaving a too-thick wad of bills in return. The bourbon tickles as it goes down but it warms your stomach and distracts you from the haze in your mind, the repetitive beat of they were right they were right they were right they were-
âWhoops, sorry,â someone says, a second before they knock into your shoulder. Youâve been around long enough to know a fake fall, and you scowl as you glance towards them.Â
Heâs cute. Taller than you, with skin that would hide the marks you so love to create, and hair that looks like it would be soft in your hands. His clothes fit well, and they look like they were chosen for comfort over style despite the way he walks like a model in them, which you always find attractive.Â
The smile that slips onto your face is familiar, as is the way you bring your hand up to rest on his hip in an effort to steady him.Â
âDonât worry about it, sweetheart,â You tell him, not being subtle in the way you eye him. He looks soft; you love them soft. âYou headed to get a drink?â
âI might be,â He says teasingly, a coy grin forming on his lips.Â
âIâve got something better, if youâre interested.â
His eyes roam along your body, his breath drawing somewhat quicker when he notices the scrapes on your knuckles. âI might be.â
It takes five minutes to get him to a corner quiet enough to talk. Less than three to get your lips on his. One and a half to start sucking a mark into his neck that makes him moan so pretty you canât help but want to hear it again.Â
One of your hands is up his shirt, playing with the pebbled buds and the metal pierced through them, while the other teasingly massages the skin of his hip when heâs torn away from you roughly.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Your voice growls as you look up. The guy is standing there, looking for all the world like heâs ready to run, but he isnât watching you.Â
No, his eyes are on a familiar sight; Taehyung, his hair now a pretty lavender that makes you think of a home you donât have, even as he doesnât look at you.Â
âTaken,â He growls, releasing the collar of the guy you had every intent to make cry with pleasure. The guy scurries off before you can stop him, though, and you donât bother to hide your disdain.Â
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â You demand, already lighting a cigarette as you head outside. Taehyung follows, pulling it from between your lips and crushing it in his hands before you have the chance to get your lighter out.
âMe? You looked like you were about to eat him .â He follows you all the way to the street outside and down the sidewalk, pulling each cigarette out of your hands before you can light it. He waits until youâre a decent distance from the crowd outside the club before he stops you, one hand lightly encircling your wrist.Â
Your boots scuff against the ground as you stop, not turning to look at him. Youâre too afraid to, too worried heâll see it all on your face and just know that youâve fucked up, maybe beyond repair.Â
âApollo called me,â is what he says instead. âSaid I might want to find you tonight.â
You shouldâve known. That little fuck, of course he would rat you out.Â
âI didnât-âÂ
The words choke in your throat. You want to say you donât need him. You donât need him to come running like youâre some scared little girl who canât control her strength, you donât need him to piece you back together because you arenât broken, you donât need him because you donât need anyone, you never have.Â
âI know you didnât,â Taehyung says quietly. âI know he deserved it, I know what he did, and I know you didnât mean to.â
Something inside of you breaks and you find yourself shaking.Â
âHe hurt her , Tae, I heard it, I heard her telling her friend about it on the phone, I saw her crying, I saw her clothes, okay, he-â
âI know,â Taehyung says, pulling you into a loose hug. âI know you did, itâs okay. Heâs going to be okay. Heâs not gonna escape his punishment from that, you didnât send anyone to Hades today. Itâs okay.â
The cloud struggles, for what feels like hours. Guilt settles like lead in your stomach, and you wish you werenât so used to the feeling. The rage returns every time you remember what that girl looked like, what she sounded like on the phone, how you felt when you realized it was your competitor who had done that to her.Â
Thereâs no honor in that. Thereâs no justice, no glory, in beating an opponent who was never aware they were in the ring, and it makes your blood boil all over again. Taehyungâs voice soothes you, slightly, makes the edges of your vision turn indigo, but it isnât enough.Â
Itâs never enough.Â
âI have to go,â You say, pulling yourself away from him. âI need- I have to find-â
âA distraction,â He finishes for you, too aware that you canât find the words you need. âSome mortal that you can bruise and break and bang until you feel less like a monster?â
Thatâs exactly what you want to do, what you had been about to do with that guy at the club, and itâs only Taehyungâs voice calling your name in that soft, sweet way of his that makes you wonder if thatâs not a good plan.Â
âIâll be a distraction, if you need one.â You whip your head around, staring at him, but he doesnât flinch. âIâm sturdier than the mortals, I can take more. Let me be your distraction.â
âIâŠâ You hesitate. You donât know why. You shouldnât even be entertaining this idea, itâs not a good one, but then...when have any of your ideas been good? âI canât fuck in a house with eight other people.â
âYou have an apartment,â He says easily. âLetâs go there.â
Itâs a bad idea. You donât do that, you donât fuck people at your apartment, you donât have people in your apartment, itâs your space. Itâs a bad idea, it can only end in disaster.Â
âOkay.â
Taehyungâs lips are soft against yours, yielding and pliant just the way youâre used to. His hands are big and warm against your ass, even through your jeans, and the feeling gives you the courage to slide your own under the ridiculously patterned button-down heâs wearing.Â
He lets you lead the way through the door, kicking it closed behind you with slightly too much force. Your apartment is small, a studio with a bed tucked in the corner for the rare times that you need it.Â
You push Taehyung onto it and slide yourself onto his lap, already grinding down onto the hard length you can feel there. He's not quite as enthusiastic, but his fingers are like steel against you, pulling you down with every rut of your hips.Â
This, you can do. This, you're familiar with.Â
You push on his shoulders, doing your best to get him on his back so you can have better access to the clasp of his jeans, but he resists. You try again, firmer, using a harsh suck against his skin as a distraction, but he still doesn't go.Â
Frustrated, you pull back.Â
"Not like this," He says. His voice clears some of the fog, and you frown.Â
"Do you want to be on top, then? Because I don't mind, I just need it," You tell him. He sighs a little, but he flips the two of you over so he's kneeling between your open legs and your back is cushioned against the mattress.Â
"How long has it been since you spent the night with someone who knows who you are?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he sits back on his knees.Â
You shift, uncomfortable. "A while. Why does that matter? Just fuck me."
"No," Taehyung says, voice gentle but firm. You cock a brow at him and move to get out from under him, but he stills you with a hand on your thigh.Â
"You are a goddess," He tells you, trailing his hands down so he can undo the laces on your steel-toe boots and slide them off. "You have held Victory in your palms and set her free."Â
His palms burn through the denim on your thighs, but you welcome it as he slides your jacket over your shoulders to the bed beneath.Â
"You are the winner of wars. You are the one who grants battlefield wishes. You are the dead's escort to Hades." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek and then down your throat.Â
He pulls back as he gets to your collarbone, eyes blown wide with unfamiliar desire, and it makes your breath catch in your throat.
"You," Taehyung tells you, with desire in his eyes and belief in his voice, "Deserve to be treated like the goddess that you are, with the respect you have earned, and the care you deserve."Â
As often as you fuck people, it's been a very long time since anyone wanted to fuck you for any reason beyond your appearance and the personality you show them. But this? This look in the muse's eyes as his hands settle on your knees as he waits?Â
Taehyung wants to fuck you because you're you. Not despite it, not because he doesn't know . He has seen you at your worst and yet he keeps coming back, keeps showing up as you fall apart. Each time he stays, hands you a basket so you can pick the pieces of yourself up off the ground, holds the tape so you can mash it back together, and is ready to help steady you when you start to crumble again.Â
He's here for you , to treat you in a way no one has ever treated you before. He's your friend.
He cares.
You nod, however tentatively, and his lips are on yours in an instant. They're firmer now, less pliable and more controlling, but you don't mind. Not this time.Â
Not with Taehyung.Â
His hands don't hesitate as he strips you both of your clothes, but you can feel it each time he checks to make sure you're okay. The way that he watches your expression, the tense of your muscles under him, the cadence of your gasps for air between kisses, he reads all of it as clear as if it's a book in front of him. He slows down before you can stop him, his lips drawing back from the kisses he draws across your thighs, and he speeds up as your thoughts start to drift, swiping his tongue and two fingers through your folds to tease and bring your attention back to him.Â
His fingers bury themselves in your heat, crooking slightly to brush against that soft part of you that makes the world spin, and it's all too intense. His lips are hardly even touching your skin, just pressing gentle kisses against the skin of your thigh, a gentle complement to the way he glides his fingers in and out of you, slow and steady and delicious, but it's absolutely intoxicating.Â
He's talkative, too; he gives you constant praise. He tells you how well you take his fingers, how good you look with his fingers inside you, how absolutely fantastic you taste on his tongue, how he'd live between your thighs if he could.Â
It's too much, and you can't be sure why, not when your orgasm is approaching quicker than it ever has, not when your walls clench around him and you soak your sheets, not when he's cleaning your cum off his fingers with his tongue.
"Good," He purrs. "Now you're all warmed up."Â
His mouth hits your heat without hesitation or warning, before the aftershocks are even finished, and your hips buck upwards. His arms slide underneath your thighs only to grip them and bring them back down. You can't move much in his grip except to grind your pussy against his mouth, which he seems to enjoy, if the muffled grunts that escape him are any indication.
He doesn't stop until his tongue is buried inside you with one finger drawing lazy circles on your clit and you're cumming again, hands gripping the soft strands of his hair so tight that you would be afraid of pulling it out if you could focus on anything besides the feel of him against you.
He lets you ride the aftershock, this time. Waits until your pants die down slightly, until you're back in your mind.Â
"Good?" He asks you. His voice is deeper, rumbles instead of slides, but it breaks through the post-orgasm haze long enough for you to nod. âMore?â
âMore,â you agree, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him into a heated kiss. You havenât been this clear-headed in a while. Every sensation is clear and crisp, every sound heightened, everything is simultaneously more while also being exactly what itâs always supposed to have been.Â
Taehyungâs cock is everything you could have expected from a muse; thick, long, beautiful, and it fills you in a way thatâs indescribable as he slides inside. He groans at the feeling, deep and throaty and beautiful, and begins his thrusts nearly immediately.Â
Itâs as slow as he was with his fingers; steady and forceful, but unhurried. As if he wants to take his time. As if he wants to savor it. Savor you .Â
âDo you have any idea how amazing you are?â He mutters, almost as an afterthought. âWhat you look like right now, what you look like when youâre fighting, when youâve won and youâre triumphant? Itâs fucking addictive, seeing that confidence in you.â
âShit, Tae, donât stop-â
âItâs so fucking intoxicating,â He groans, pace quickening. Your arms wrap around him more fully, nails like claws down his back as you arch your back to get him deeper. âYou get this look in your eyes, like you can do anything you fucking want to, and itâs so fucking brilliant, because you can , you can do anything and everything you ever fucking want to do, and no one can stop you.â
A whine youâll never admit to escapes your throat, and Taehyung drives his cock further into you.Â
âLet go, my sweet,â Taehyung purrs in your ear. âLet yourself relax, just this once. For me.â
His hand touches your clit and itâs so much, too much , youâre feeling everything so intensely that it takes a solid minute to realize youâre coming down from an orgasm. Taehyung has stilled inside you, unmoving but groaning as you flutter around him, and you push weakly at his shoulder.Â
He slides himself out of you, looking entirely too proud of wet spot underneath you and glistening against his lower stomach. You wobble your way up to rest your elbows underneath you, and itâs like he can sense your words before they come.Â
âNo,â He says simply. âI donât you to get me off with your mouth.â
âA hand then? I donât want you to leave unsatisfied.âÂ
A frown pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he leans down just enough that your lips are almost touching, a not-there kiss that you can only wish for.Â
âIn what world is fucking you to the point of Elysium unsatisfying?â
The crowd around you is deafening; some of them are cheering for you, but the majority are rooting for your downfall. Such is the life of a challenging the champion, you suppose.Â
You donât know how Taehyung found this place; maybe Artemis had heard rumors, or maybe he searched for it himself. You canât bring yourself to care, not when youâve got someone worth fighting on the other side of the arena.Â
The sand crunches beneath your feet. Itâs hot, hotter than it should be since youâre still wearing your signature jeans and boots - without the jacket this time. You learned from that mistake.Â
Your vision tints pink as you size up your opponent; heâs massive, not one to be easily defeated, and you relish the challenge. Itâs been so long since youâve fought a giant. Excitement thrums under your veins as he turns to you. He scoffs.Â
If you had a little less control, you might be flying across the arena already. He clearly has no idea whoâs standing across from him. Probably thinks youâre some demigod, come to challenge him for the fleece he isnât supposed to have.Â
Heâll learn.Â
Something moves in the distance. It should blend in, considering how dark it is, but instead it draws your eye, and you donât even question why. You would recognize him anywhere, have recognized him everywhere, and his presence calms you. Makes you remember a few nights ago, falling into bed in a hotel in Rome because the burn was to much and you needed him to help you release it.Â
âTry not to be too quick, princess,â The giant across from you huffs. You cock a brow and send a look to your muse, who just rolls his eyes, despite the smile playing across his face.Â
Violet rings your vision as you ready your stance. The announcer yells something thatâs lost over the noise of the crowd. Taehyung leans forward, elbows on his knees, excitement and pride in his eyes.Â
The giant swings.Â
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keep going - jung hoseok x reader x park jimin
pairing; hoseok x reader x jimin
genre; smut, college au, frat au;
rating; 18+
disclaimers; threesome (hickies/neck kissing, palming, mxm kissing, penetrative sex, blow job/dick sucking, face fucking (its pretty mild), nipple play, hoseok gives off dom vibes but its subtle, hoseok fucks y/n and she's dating jimin (totally consensual Jiminâs there its a vibe) Let me know if somethings missing;
word count; 2.6k
a/n; this was commissioned by an anonymous donor through ChangesWithLuv in support of the Black Lives Matter movement
listen to: whatever sexy song you want, I listened to daddy issues (slowed w reverb) on repeat solely bc I liked the vibes;
âJust come with me to the party this one time! Please, baby girl,â Jimin begged you. âIâll make it worth your while.â
His words were punctuated by a wiggle of his eyebrows, signature toothy smirk on full display as his eyes formed mini crescents.
You had been in a relationship with Jimin for the better part of two years, having originally met during Intro to Chemistry. It had been the first day of the semester and you, regretfully, were placed in the 8 am class.
You were taken aback when Jimin and all his energy plopped into the seat next to you, slamming his books and coffee onto the table, effectively deeming himself your lab partner for the entirety of the first semester.
While you dreaded attending Intro to Chem in the beginning, you found yourself looking more and more forward to it as time went by, beginning to enjoy the time spent with your new friend.
Jimin may have been a bit strange, but he was actually quite endearing.
He started bringing you coffee from the campus cafe when he stopped for his own, swearing you looked like the walking dead every time he saw you. He also looked at you like you held the stars in your eyes when you explained molar calculations to him, claiming ââno matter how hard I try Professor Robertson just doesnât make any sense!ââ
You knew something was up when Jimin walked into class empty-handed one morning, but all of the pieces clicked into place when he held you back after class was dismissed.
âI know things were a little weird in the beginning, but I really enjoy your company,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. âWould you maybe, I dunno, wanna come grab a coffee with me? Get to know each other outside of chemistry?â
Of course youâd agreed, and the two of you walked hand in hand down to the cafe, giggling like teenagers as you stared at each other over the lips of your cups.
That one date turned into two, which turned into four, which turned into Jimin asking you to be his girlfriend a few weeks later.
Even though you said yes, youâd had your reservations. Early on in your courtship, youâd learned Jimin was a part of Bangtan, the fraternity known to throw the most crazy rager parties. How this fact had escaped you the first 8 weeks of you knowing him, you werenât sure why, but now that you did know it made you nervous.
âWhy does me being in Bangtan make you nervous?â Jimin asked you over coffee one morning after class.
âItâs just- the reputation your frat holds.â You shrugged like that explained everything.
âCare to enlighten me?â Jimin was perched on the edge of his seat, acting as if you were about to tell him the juiciest bit of drama all year.
âThat you all fuck anything with legs just to get your dick wet.â
There was a beat of silence.
âIs that why you think Iâm after you?â Tongue in cheek, Jimin cocked his eyebrow, looking almost bored as you threw these accusations at him.
âWell... No. Not you.â You shivered under his intense gaze. Youâd never brought this up in conversation before, afraid of the possible repercussions.
âWhat makes me different, then?â Your only response was to stare at him.
What did make him different? You didnât really have an answer, but you trusted Jimin.
He hadnât attended any of the parties since the two of you got together, totally understanding of your apprehension.
This party was a special occasion, though, which is why he wanted you to attend so badly.
Hoseok was one of the members of Bangtan, and the party was for his birthday.
The fraternity was notorious for going all out in regards to their members, so this was expected to be one of the best parties of the year, considering how popular Hoseok was.
This party would be no different. Youâd seen the info floating around on Snapchat, meaning anyone and everyone was invited, something unusual for Bangtan, because usually you had to know someone to get in the door.
âYou know how I feel about parties, Jimin,â you replied from your seated position on the couch.
Jimin had been persistent on your attendance since heâd heard about the party, but heâd been especially antsy since he returned home from his last class.
âI know, Y/N, but think about it! Itâs Hoseokâs birthday!â Jimin made his way around the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of you.
He took the book you were reading out of your hands and set it on the table next to him.
âHeâs your friend, Min, not mine.ââ You shook your head, reaching back out for your book.
Jimin was quick to grab your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm as he gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.
âPleaasseee!ââ he whined.
âOnly for like, two hours,ââ you rolled your eyes.
âItâs a deal!â Jimin exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
He quickly scurried off to your shared bedroom, muttering about how he was going to let the others know you would, in fact, be in attendance.
-
The day of the party arrived sooner than you would have liked. Considering the rest of your week following the conversation with Jimin had been filled with tests and essay revisions, it was really no surprise that it was Saturday already.
The weather was warm enough that you opted for a spaghetti-strapped dress with delicate flowers scattered across the white fabric.
It was sheer and silken, like something youâd see in the middle of summer. It rested against the middle of your thighs, providing enough coverage to be modest, but not so much you felt swamped in fabric. It seemed perfect for the occasion (even though it appeared youâd have to prevent Jimin from ripping it from your body).
Even though you and Jimin arrived fairly early, it seemed as if the party was already in full swing.
You made it inside, albeit difficultly, and began the hunt for the birthday boy to offer him your congratulations.
Somewhere along the way you had been handed a solo cup filled with a mysterious liquid that smelled an awful lot like fireball and coke. If you were anywhere else you would have questioned the drink, but considering the fact that Seokjin had been the one to hand it to you, you werenât too worried.
After searching for Hoseok and not finding him, you and Jimin settled onto the couch with Jiminâs best friends, Jungkook and Taehyung, who were also a part of the frat.
Conversation flowed easily between the four of you, and time was passing by quickly. You found yourself enjoying the party more than you originally thought you would.
âYou still wanting to leave?â Jiminâs words were whispered directly into your ear, plush lips gently brushing against the outer shell.
âI donât mind staying,ââ you shrugged.
âWell, uh- I donât mind either but, thereâs a bit of a problem.ââ He glanced down to his lap where a bulge was beginning to form.
Without even having to look, you rolled your eyes. âWhat!â Jimin exclaimed, glancing at his friends to make sure they were still oblivious to your conversation, âYou look so hot in that dress, baby girl.ââ
âSo? You canât wait until we get home?â âPlease, Y/N,ââ Jimin purred, âhumor me.ââ
Sighing again, you stood up, bidding farewell to the others and tugging Jimin down the hall.
âWhere to, loverboy?â You asked.
Jimin swung the first door open and pulled you inside, slamming it shut and flicking the lock.
âWhere were we?â Jimin turned to you with a smirk.
âMy bedroom,ââ another voice rang out.
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden sound.
Hoseok was lounging on the bed shirtless, his feet kicked up.
âTo what do I owe your lovely presence?â
âWe were just-ââ
âGonna fuck in my bed?â Hoseok cocked his eyebrow.
âWell-ââ
âI couldâve at least gotten an invite,ââ Hoseok tsked, âit is my birthday, after all.ââ
âInvitation sent.ââ you said.
âBring it on.ââ Jimin smirked.
âRemember you asked for this.ââ Hoseok snickered as he stood up, looking amused at your lover's words.
âKneel. There,ââ he barked at Jimin, pointing to the patch of carpet near the foot of the bed.
The blond was quick to follow orders without hesitation. Who knew your lovely boyfriend would submit so easily?
âNot so mouthy now, are we?â Jimin rolled his eyes, causing Hoseok to scoff.
âPretty dress,ââ Hoseok cooed as he sauntered over to you, lips brushing the edge of your jaw, âItâd look better off, though.ââ
He wasted no time and ripped the garment from your body, exposing your soft skin to the chill air of his bedroom.
Hoseok smashed his lips to yours, mouths sliding fervently against each other.
He feathered kisses across your jaw, working his way down the column of your neck and down your chest, finally reaching your breasts.
ââHoseok,ââ you gasped as his mouth latched onto one of your hardening nipples, fingers winding their way into his soft red locks.
He laved his tongue over the rosy bud, while he massaged the other with his deft fingers.
After a moment he switched, offering equal attention to both mounds.
âHobi⊠mm- want more. Please. Touch me,ââ you whined as he sat up.
He stared at you as you squirmed on the bed, lips parted as pants fell from his mouth.
âI won't touch you unless you beg.â
You spared a glance at Jimin.
Seeing him on his knees next to the bed, pupils blown wide as he palmed himself through his jeans was enough to send another gush of wetness into your panties. It was obvious he was just as into this as you were.
âPlease, Hoseok!ââ You mewled, âIâve been good,ââ
âHm,ââ Hoseok hummed as he caught you staring at Jimin, ânot good enough.ââ
Your eyes widened, ready to plead more when any words you had died in your throat.
Hoseok had turned his back to you, moving all of his attention towards Jimin.
âBaby boyâs been a bit neglected, hasnât he?â
You watched on with labored breaths, enthralled by the scene unfolding in front of you.
You couldnât hear what Hoseok muttered to Jimin over your own breathing, but Hoseok pulled Jimin to his feet and immediately locked his lips with the blond, tongue swiping gently over his lips.
Jiminâs hands gripped the loops on Hoseokâs pants, pulling the older male flush against his body while he began to mouth at his neck, letting his hands move to caress Hoseokâs hardening dick through his shorts.
You were sure your panties were saturated with your arousal by this point, feeling the fabric stick uncomfortably to your dripping cunt.
âNot fair,ââ you whined, sitting up, âyouâre hogging.ââ
You nudged Jimin, attaching your lips to the side of Hoseokâs neck, painting blossoms of red and purple across his supple skin, while Jimin made similar moves on the other side.
As you moved more toward the center of his throat, you found yourself knocking heads with Jimin.
âNow whoâs hogging?â Jimin mocked you as he nuzzled his nose against your own.
You momentarily turned your attention from Hoseok to Jimin, letting your lips meet. No matter how many times you had kissed Jimin, his hot lips always made you weak in the knees.
You moaned as he pulled away, wanting nothing more than to ravish him right then.
Hoseokâs hand on your waist brought you back to reality, turning your attention back to him.
âIt wonât be long before someone comes looking. If we really wanna have fun we should hurry a bit.
You and Jimin both nodded dumbly, entranced by Hoseok.
âHow do we wanna do this?â Hoseok asked as he pulled off Jiminâs shirt, nipping at his jaw.
âYou can fuck her if you want, long as youâve got a condom.ââ
Hoseok quickly rummaged through his nightstand, proudly whipping out the foiled package.
âYou okay with that?â Jimin turned to you, taking his time to run his hands over your curves, fingers sliding against your soaked panties.
âPlease. Hurry.ââ You nodded, grinding onto Jiminâs palm.
âEager, arenât we?â Hoseok laughed as he stepped out of his shorts, tearing the wrapper open and rolling it down his thick length.
Jimin made his way around the bed, kneeling next to your head.
You reached up and wrapped your hand around his cock, giving him a few strokes while you waited for Hoseok to line up with your entrance.
âWeâll have to do this again sometime,ââ Hoseok breathed as he began to push into you. âWanna taste you next time.ââ
âOh, god.ââ You cried as he bottomed out.
He stilled inside of you, giving you a few moments to adjust to his size before he was pulling out and rocking back into you again.
Hoseok was longer than Jimin, but not as girthy. Still, he managed to reach places inside of you that had your toes curling as you felt the familiar knot already tightening in your stomach.
You felt the tip of Jiminâs cock nudge your lips and without hesitation you opened for him.
Jimin began thrusting into your mouth in tandem with Hoseok.
âHng- Fuck, Y/N.ââ Jimin moaned, â 'm close. God, your mouth.ââ
You relaxed your throat, allowing Jimin deeper access to fuck into you.
It wasnât long before you felt his warm cum coating the inside of your throat.
He pulled out gently, and you turned your attention back to Hoseok who had begun working your clit as he continued to thrust into you at a steady pace.
â 'm not gonna last long,â Hoseok grunted, âwanna feel you milk my cock.ââ
Hoseok's words were enough to throw you over the edge into ecstasy, walls clenching around his cock as he stilled inside of you, spilling his seed into the condom.
The two of you laid there, catching your breaths before Hoseok pulled out, discarding the used condom in the wastebin.
âThank you for that,ââ Hoseok smiled as he pulled his shirt back over his head.
âNot a problem,ââ Jimin said, helping you redress.
âIt was fun,ââ you added.
Reaching out, you pulled Hoseok into your arms, trapping him in a hug.
He tensed, but returned the gesture nevertheless.
âYou just had your dick in me, a hug wonât kill you.ââ You giggled, releasing the man whose face was now as red as his hair.
He shook his head at you, giving Jimin a bro hug before following you to the door.
âTalk soon?â Jimin said to his frat-mate.
âFor sure, let me know when you get home. Iâve got more party things to attend to.ââ He rolled his eyes.
You and Jimin left soon after, beginning the short journey home.
âIs it bad I want to do that again?â Jimin broke the silence.
âNo, I want to too.ââ
âI never took Hobi as a Dom,ââ Jimin pondered out loud.
âHave you seen the man? He screams dom,ââ you disagreed.
âMaybe we can call him for your birthday.ââ
âIâm down.ââ You reached out to Jimin for the door key.
Wordlessly, he handed it over.
The silence remained until the two of you were settled into bed.
âY/N?â Jimin asked.
âHm?â
âDo you like Hoseok?â
You looked at Jimin with uncertainty.
âOf course I do, heâs your friend.ââ
âYeah but⊠nevermind.ââ He shook his head.
âO-okay?â You responded.
âWeâll talk in the morning, baby. Get some rest.ââ
Rest didnât come easy, and when it did, you dreamt of all the possibilities the morning held.
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do what you please to me, i won't resist
summary:Â requested: (1) um UM um okay that scene in defending jacob when andy says "well i'm gonna level with you. I don't really give a shit what you want" all I'm thinking ab is reader begging him to let her come or begging him to stop while he's overstimulating her and he says that as a response and i oof. plz. (2)Â more Andy Barber, you ask? definitely don't think about him working late in his office, even though you've asked him not to bring his work home (not that he'll listen to that) and you've just had too much of not seeing him forever after he comes home bc you can't fall asleep without him in bed with you. so you go into his office in his favorite, most expensive lingerie to try and distract him. he makes you ride his thigh with your hands behind his back with his tie and does not touch you once
warnings: hardcore smut. some shit. the same shit i always put in. a lot of begging and andy is a DA so heâs having none of it.
word count: about 3,600
pairing: andy barber x reader
a/n: i know iâm using the lyrics from the same song for some of these but thatâs just bc theyâre technically in the same âworldâ. thereâs really no order and ultimately, theyâre completely unrelated.
You were not a demanding partner. You knew Andy had a job and that he loved his job.
That did not mean you didnât miss him sometimes. He was the kind of person who could throw himself into work unintentionally and not even realize it.
But there had always been lines he didnât cross. You did not like sleeping without your husband. You very simply couldnât.
He was working on a case that you knew next to nothing about because Andy never talked about cases because he never wanted to tell you any sort of bad news. Beyond âI wonâ, you were mostly in the dark about his cases. If he didnât win, you always knew, but he never said it.
You tried to give him space when he so clearly wanted it, but this was just too much. He also needed to sleep, he would be no good to anyone if he was dead on his feet.
And okay, maybe you were feeling a little less understanding because you might have wanted something from him, something more than just him being in bed next to you.
Since your first major date with Andy, youâd gathered a wide collection of lingerie. Youâd never met a man who appreciated you in lace so much. He treated undressing you like a religious experience.
It had started with Valentineâs Day, youâd had sex with him prior, but it was always so...not bad, definitely not, but not as fun as it could be. It was usually after a date, always at your place, and he left soon after, way sooner than you would like but he had his career and you had your life, too.
You had wanted the night to be special, you wanted to see if you could make him stay until the morning, so you went to Victoriaâs Secret for some scrap of material that was way too expensive. A sleeveless, lacy white bodysuit with a plunging neckline and thin ribbons laced down to your navel. It really hid nothing, and it was more irritating trying to find a dress that wasnât so tight that it showed.
But when he was on your bed, watching you undress, you knew it was worth it. He immediately sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed so he could grab your hips. âMove in with me.â
Definitely not what you were expecting, but you said yes without hesitation. Since then, he wasnât interested in hiding how much he loved seeing you in lingerie. He also wasnât opposed to buying you what he wanted to see you in. That was why you had a secret collection that you had for truly special occasions. His birthday, last Christmas, and now.
Now, as he was in his damn office just 30 minutes until midnight, and you fucking missed him. He would leave early, get home late, and then work. You hadnât had dinner together for two nights.
So, you slipped into a gorgeous pink corset that was very overpriced but if he fucked you tonight, it would be worth it. The clasps were in the front, he always liked to start at the bottom, inching his mouth up your body until your breasts were exposed and then he would just worship them with his teeth, tongue, and lips. It wasnât too much lace because you wanted to tease, the cups were so small you were practically spilling out of them, and the back was decorated with a pink ribbon lacing through until it settled in a huge bow at the small of your back. The matching thong covered nothing, of course.
You slipped your robe on before you headed down to his office. You didnât bother to knock because you personally didnât care if you interrupted him. He didnât even glance up as you entered, just kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen before him.
Now, you werenât complaining. You loved this about Andy, you loved how much he cared about his work. It was important work. And it wasnât that he made you feel he wasnât interested in you, that definitely wasnât a concern, but sometimes, you needed him, and he needed to be told that.
âAndy, itâs time for bed.â
âIn a minute.â
âYou said that four hours ago.â
He blinked, glancing at the time on the corner of the screen. âWow, sorry, I had no idea it was this late. Head up, Iâll join you in just a second.â
âNo, Andy, I want you to come with me now.â
He sighed. âBaby, this is important.â
âI know that, itâs always important. But taking care of yourself is also important.â Taking care of you was another very essential thing, but you would have sounded bratty if you added that.
âI promise, Iâll come home early tomorrowââ
âNo.â
He sighed. âWell, I donât know what to tell you because Iâm going to keep working.â
You kept your eyes on his face the entire time as you reached for the tie on your robe and yanked it loose. He arched an eyebrow at you until you let the robe fall to the floor.
âSo, thatâs why youâre here.â
âIâm here because I refuse to sleep in a bed without my husband.â
âHas nothing to do with you wanting to get fucked?â
âVery little to do with that,â you claimed.
He scoffed, sliding his chair back a little. âWell, come here.â
Okay, you were expecting victory, but not that easily. You cautiously made your way toward him.
He tapped his thigh. âSit right here.â
You made your way around him to his left thigh and went to sit until he made a disapproving noise. Oh. He didnât want you to sit. You spread your legs and straddled his thigh, trying not to squirm too much as he watched you.
âHavenât seen this one before.â
âDo you like it?â
âItâs beautiful on you. You know what seeing you in pink does to me.â
Yes, you knew. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head before you could.
He reached up to loosen his tie. âItâs been a long time since you were this bratty.â
Your eyebrows shot up. âWell, itâs been a long time since you left me unsatisfied.â
âOh, unsatisfied?â
Huge no. Andy took satisfying you as seriously as he took his job. Implying that he was failing was the best way to get your ass spanked hard enough that sitting for two weeks after was quite the task. But you werenât going to take it back.
âIâve had to take care of myself lately.â That was a lie, but hell, you were in this deep. Why not take it all the way home?
He pulled his tie off completely then turned to you. âDid I give you permission to touch yourself?â
âNo,â you immediately responded, purely out of habit. When he asked you something, he expected you to answer. It was your pride that kept you talking, âI donât need your permission.â
He snorted. âIs that so?â
Andy wasnât an angry man, not really. Sure, he had his moments, everyone did. But his expression of anger was unlike most. He didnât yell, he didnât throw things, he didnât slam doors. He was very calm outwardly, but he had his tells. His eyes got darker, he set his jaw when he didnât like what he was hearing. And specifically, with you, his hands needed to be doing something, you theorized it was because he was itching to spank you.
âHands behind your back.â
This was not what you wanted. Sex, just sex. It was almost midnight, you were tired. You pictured him fucking you for a couple of rounds and then falling asleep together. You did not want this entire elaborate scene. But you didnât tell Andy no, not when he was like this. Besides, if you did, you knew he was just going to point out how wet you were, you knew he could feel it through his pants by now.
So, you brought your hands behind your back and tried no to startle when he began binding them together with his tie. He eyed you after, making an appreciative noise when he saw how propped up your breasts now were, but he didnât touch you.
âGet yourself off.â
âWhat?â you huffed.
âI want to feel your cunt grinding on my thigh and youâre not going to stop until I tell you to.â
âAndyââ
âIâm not asking.â
You knew he wasnât, and you knew the longer you put this off, the more he was going to drag this out. You rolled your hips experimentally, trying to find a safe place to relax and ride his thigh. It took you a while and you were way too humiliated to look at him. He loved doing that to you, apparently, judging by how easy it was to rub your pussy against him, you also did.
He never touched you, never once helped you. He didnât move at all until you were so close, but that was only to resume typing on his computer.
âAndy!â You gasped.
âKeep going,â he directed, tone full of warning.
You did mostly because you wanted to come but also because you were a little scared.
You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, moaning through your orgasm. You received no response from him. He didnât look at you, he didnât tell you how good you were for doing what he asked. The only thing that got him speaking was that you had comfortably settled on his thigh.
âI didnât tell you to stop.â
You were still attempting to catch your breath, obviously not made easy by the tight corset you were in. âAndyââ
âIâm going to keep count of how many times I have to remind you to listen to me, and baby girl, you will not enjoy the punishment that follows.â
You whimpered something unintelligible and began moving once more. You wanted his help, you want to feel his hands on your skin, but you didnât necessarily dislike this. You could see how hard he was, how he was straining against his pants. Your slick left a large portion of his pants wet already and youâd only just come once. There was a part of you that was somewhat curious about how far Andy would take his controlling habits tonight.
You finished a second time and once more, he didnât react. You got louder, you moved faster, you angled your body so you knew he could see your breasts bouncing. A third, a fourth, but still, you had no success in getting anything from him.
Your pussy was tired, overstimulated, and your muscles were starting to ache. How long did he want you to do this?
âYouâre slowing down.â
âBabyââ
âBe quiet and let me finish my work, baby.â
âI donât think I can do this anymore.â
He turned to you, cooing, âOh, my baby wants to stop?â
You nodded. âYes, please!â
His serious tone returned, âWell, Iâm gonna level with you. I donât really give a shit what you want.â
âAndy!â You laid your head on his shoulder, but kept your hips moving. He didnât bluff about punishments. âPlease let me stop.â
âNo, keep it up.â
You whined his name again, but he said nothing further. You werenât sure how many more you managed but you had to lean on him completely. The mess youâd made on his pants covered most of his thigh and that only served to embarrass you more. You were sweating now, body aching because you were tired, shaking because this was too much but also because you still wanted him to touch you.
âAnd look at that,â he announced. âA little after midnight and I just sent the last email I needed to. Maybe if you werenât so impatient, I would be upstairs right now fucking you.â
You didnât believe that for a second. Had you not come in, heâd had still been doing things that could no doubt just be done in the morning.
âYou can stop.â
You let out a sigh of true relief as you collapsed into his chest.
Finally, his hand found the back of your head and he brushed his fingers through your hair as he shushed you and told you that you were kind of good. Which was such shit, but you were too tired to argue, probably what he wanted. Soon, his hand trailed down your back all the way to your ass. He was still so hard, and you knew he was not going to let you rest yet.
âThink you got one more in you?â
âI donât know,â you admitted. âBut I can take one. Will you come inside me?â
He hurriedly got to his feet, bringing you along with him, and turned you to the desk just to bend you over it.
You heard him moving his belt and pants out of the way. He teased the tip of his cock through your folds, reveling in the moans and mewls that spilled from your lips. You were still so painfully sensitive that when he entered you, your legs buckled.
He held you by the tie around your wrists, slowly continuing until he was completely buried in you.
You were laid out flat against the desk, one cheek pressed to the surface. He reached out to push your hair back so he could see you. He wanted to watch your face as he pulled out and pushed back in all soft and sedate.
Your eyes filled with tears when he hit that spot inside you, you really couldnât give him another orgasm. You were tired and overstimulated. âFuck, Andy, that feels so good.â
âYou still donât wanna come?â
âI canât,â you insisted.
âOkay.â He let his hands glide over your ass, thumb slipping under the string of your thong. You felt his thumb moving around where he had you on his cock, but you didnât know why until he began pressing it into your asshole.
âBaby, please no, I canâtââ
âYou will take what I want to give you. Thatâs the rule when youâre a brat and interrupt me when Iâm working.â
You shuddered as he picked up pace with both his thumb and his cock. You would come like this, it wouldnât even take long.
You were mindless, your body moved on its own, the sweet sounds you made tumbled from your parted lips. He noticed this distant look in your eyes and knew how this would go. He knew when he fucked you like this, sometimes you entered this euphoric state where you were utterly reliant on him. He loved taking you there, loved how soft you could get, cuddly and needy, refusing to let him go.
âAndy,â you sobbed, âplease.â You werenât sure what you were begging for anymore. Yes, you were tired, but with his thumb in your ass, you now craved that stretch only his cock could give you.
He pulled out, grabbing your shoulders to stand you up. As he turned you to him, he sat you on the desk and untied your hands.
You immediately touched his face, his jaw especially. You would never get enough of his beard. Every time you saw him heading to work, dressed in those suits, you could feel his beard pricking your thighs and pussy, no matter how long it had been since you last felt it.
He spread your legs and brought you closer to the edge. Never once did his eyes leave yours as he began sliding you down his cock. Just as soon as he was completely buried, he pulled you off and then took your ass.
You had to hold onto his forearms, worried you would fall back otherwise. He pulled you down slowly, inch by inch, never losing his patience or control.
His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you against him, his hips jerking up to force his cock deeper in your ass.
You were a babbling, crying mess and he loved it. He loved that heâd fucked you so good your brain wasnât working, that you couldnât speak, that you couldnât hide how much you enjoyed what he was doing to your body.
âHold on, baby girl.â He settled you back on the desk and brought your hands up to his shoulders, you instantly gripped his shirt tight.
He started at the bottom of the corset, his hips moving nice and slow as he worked his way up. Once he had your breasts exposed, his mouth latched onto a nipple and he bit down hard.
You screamed, pulling him against you closer as you arched your back. His hand closed around your opposite breast, kneading your skin almost painfully hard.
He pulled back to look at you, hands gliding along your waist and down to your sides. His hips became wild because he understood the harder he fucked you, the more your breasts would move.
Andy had a strict standard for dealing with you after heâd already told you no, but you still insisted. It was his way of re-establishing his control. He thought himself fair, he never told you no just to upset you. So, he expected a degree of respect for his refusals.
Anyway, if he was speaking to you and you were answering even partially coherently, his job was not done. That was why this had gone for another half hour. Heâd bent you over the desk once more because you couldnât sit up on your own.
His cum was still dripping from your pussy and your ass and your thighs were covered. Your hands were shaking, incapable of holding the edge of the desk. You knew he was wrapping this up, but not until he felt that the point had been communicated.
He leaned over you to kiss your face. âAre you good?â
You werenât sure how you responded, but sufficiently, you guessed, as he stood up and pulled out again. He kept one hand on your lower back to keep you there for a moment, then he cautiously began stepping around the desk.
You turned your head to the opposite direction, confused when you saw him pointing his phone at you. You didnât feel self-conscious. It was just Andy and there wasnât a part of your body he didnât appreciate. But you were still unsure of what he was doing.
âSit back in my chair, baby.â
You turned away again, searching behind for where heâd left his chair. Heâd moved it closer at least, which meant you only had to take about five shaky steps until you could do what he asked.
He made his way to you, camera sliding down your body until he reached your thighs. âYou are beautiful covered in my cum.â He reached for the thong you were still wearing and yanked it down your legs. âShow me your pussy.â
There wasnât much you could do at the moment, but opening your legs for Andy was second nature at this point.
âTouch yourself.â
You could only stare for a moment, trying to convey that you werenât sure if you could. Your arms felt fifty pounds.
âAgain,â he said firmly, âI wasnât asking.â
He made you make yourself come. He didnât say anything further but the look on his face was clear. Youâd come in here, his office, with one goal. And he was giving it to you, it was out of the question to tap out. It was out of the question to tell Andy that he was giving you too much. Not because he wouldnât like to hear it, but because you wanted to keep your pride intact.
After he was satisfied with his video, he tossed his phone onto the desk and picked you up. You were already falling asleep halfway up the staircase. He was done being controlling, though. Now, he was your sweet, doting husband that was whispering to you about how good you were tonight, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.
He laid you out on the bed and you attempted to pull him down with you. âHang on, I want to get you cleaned up a little.â He started between your thighs and moved up until he cleared his cum from your skin.
He disappeared into the bathroom and you heard him moving things around. You wanted to order him to get into bed with you but talking seemed like such a task. When he returned to you, he wasnât wearing anything. He grabbed a blanket from the chair in the corner of the room so he wouldnât have to make you get off the blankets you were laid on.
He settled in at your side, pulling you against his chest before he situated the blanket over the two of you. It was you who reached for his cock and guided him in between your legs, he pressed his hips up slowly until he was buried inside you.
You couldnât do anything else, but you wanted to feel him. You wanted to fall asleep and wake up with him inside you.
He kissed you briefly before touching your face. âListen, Iâm sorry about tonight. I wonât work that late again, okay?â
You simply nodded and pressed the side of your face against his chest. Would he do it again? Probably. Would you interrupt him again? More than likely. But this was fun for both of you, so why try to change it?
#andy barber x reader#loveddddd writing this one#this man being a control freak has me feeling things#my writing
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