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soulcandi · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬) | 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

synopsis: you knew that jake's arrival would mean nothing but trouble for you. even so, all he wants is a chance to prove that he can play nice.

warnings: jake's pov, alternating povs, mutual pining, written with afab!reader in mind, reader has a na'vi name, language barrier, age difference.

a/n: i hope its obvious that the line breaks sort of indivate a change in pov. it seemed obvious when i posted this on ao3 but now im not so sure with the tumblr formatting. anyway, hope you like!

word count: 2,790

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“This is ridiculous.”

Neither you nor Tsireya dignified your brother’s complaint with a response. Ao’nung lagged behind the two of you, arms empty while yours were both stacked high with baskets of fruit and blankets to offer your new guests.

“This is our duty,” Tsireya corrected, words formed behind a smile she refused to let slip for one second. Walking beside her, you greeted each of the passing villagers as warmly as the last. After showing Toruk Makto and his family to the empty shelter at the end of the lifted pathways that intersected over the sandbar, you disappeared to collect your siblings before dragging them back along with you.

“Ao’nung, you will take his sons and show them where we keep the ilu. Teach them how we hunt within the reef.”

“But–”

“Within the reef.”

You weren’t a stranger to his habits of straying far from the village, sometimes wandering as far as Three Brothers Rock all while coercing the youngest and most impressionable of his friends to tag along. You didn’t have to turn around to guess what face he was pulling behind your back.

“Why would I ever do such a thing?”

“Because it is expected of you. We will not let these people suffer the shame of being useless.” You could only pray to the great mother he was not yet sharp enough to catch you in your lie. Father didn’t send you to collect your siblings. In fact, no one did. Nor did he present Ao’nung with the task of teaching the sons of Toruk Makto to fish. That was an order of your own invention — one you hoped would help cultivate new friendships.

“The sooner you teach, the faster they learn. Do it quick and do it right.”

He let out an exasperated huff but made no visible display of his frustrations as you neared the end of the pier.

“May I take Kiri to the storyteller’s marui?” Tsireya asked, struggling to balance the bundle of blankets at the very top of her basket.

“That is a wonderful idea. Thank you, ‘Siri.”

It was your duty as eldest sister to ignore the glare she sent over her shoulder and the growl you heard from Ao’nung not a second later. “If that’s settled, I will take the little one to see the ilu as well. I caught her admiring the pod of younglings this morning.”

Tuk was really the only one in her family who seemed enthralled by your tour of the Awa'atlu Village, but that could have had more to do with how much she was able to sleep during the journey than your skills as a guide.

“You’re forgetting something,” your brother taunted, hopping down the woven platform and making it warp under your feet.

“I forget nothing.”

“What of the mighty Toruk Makto? Who will teach him our ways?”

You bit down softly on the inside of your cheek, not allowing your grin to slip through the cracks of your polite rehearsed smile. Your plans for Toruk Makto were still under development, but they were yours nonetheless. He could one day make a fierce warrior in your clan if he was able to grasp the way of water.

“That is my responsibility to bear, not yours.”

“Tsurak is a warrior’s mount.”

Tonowari’s countless warnings fell on deaf ears. I growled behind the leather band pinned between my teeth as the creature below me thrashed and threatened to break free from the five men holding it still in the shallow water.

“Perhaps it would be wise to start with an ilu? They are far more gentle creatures. More forgiving.”

As the thought of giving up crossed my mind, the tsurak’s eyes seemed to roll over and glare up at me from beneath a thin film of seawater. It was daring me to try again—begging me for the thrill of bucking another cocky warrior off it’s back.

“Nah,” I sniffed, matching it’s unsettling glare. “This one.”

Tonowari made a tight fist in the leads, offering me a chance to back out. But we both knew better than that. When I made no move to call it off, he stepped aside with a dismissive shrug and I didn’t waste another second before throwing myself over the wide, armored creature and tightening the leather strap around my fist until I was sure there was no way in hell it would give way. I wouldn’t let myself be thrown off so easily. Not like last time.

When I was properly mounted, he signaled his men to release the beast into the water.

Swimming with the tsurak was nothing at all like driving an Ikran. The wind never threatened to throw me off like the currents did. In the human labs we left behind in the forests of the Omaticaya, we called them skimwings. If I thought they looked spooky on paper, it was nothing compared to seeing one in person or feeling them beat the water with their sharp fins.

My airtime was short-lived and the tsurak dove unexpectedly, forcing me to lose my footing. As if it could sense my unreadiness, it took off into the water, dragging me behind by the leather binding. It took a painful few moments to reach up against the current and sever my grip from the armored backplate, and by the time I was able to free myself, a winding pattern of painful burns had been seared into my hand.

When I finally surfaced, I could hear the laughter of Tonowari’s men a little ways behind me. My shoulders tensed and I felt my ears fall back against my head in humilation. My dedication wouldn’t amount to much in the end if I couldn’t prove my worth here soon.

I was in the throes of preparing myself to turn and face their mockery when I heard a voice from the beach, spilling out over the still water like a lullaby.

“You are very lucky, Tuk. I didn’t make my first bond until I was your sister’s age. This way, she will grow with you.”

I twisted in place until I found the two of you wading in the waist deep waters further downshore. A woven basket was balanced on your hip and every so often you would reach in and hand Tuk a small fish to offer the infant ilu that swam in circles around her legs. She laughed and the sound alone coaxed a real smile from me.

I could have stayed there all day just watching the two of you talk. Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t feel half the gult for stripping my children of their home, or dragging them halfway across Pandora for a fresh start. When I saw you with her, laughing—a sound I hadn’t heard from her in the longest time—I felt like I was doing something right for a change, no matter how often Lo’ak’s temper or Kiri’s distant stares reminded me otherwise.

You glanced up toward the reef for a split second and my cover was blown. I considered diving below a nearby cluster of rocks, but when you caught my eye, your smile instantly widened and you used your free hand to offer me a quick wave of recognition. For a moment, I could forget that I’d just made the biggest fool out of myself twice over to admire how the ocean breeze drew the hair across your shoulders.

It was the tide that drew me in toward the shore. Nothing else.

“Dad! Look!”

Your eyes shot up from stroking the chin of the youngling ilu to see Toruk Makto emerging from the deep waters of the training pool, taking long purposeful strides in your direction. His blazing amber eyes were once again pinned on you and not even the rivers of seawater cascading down his face could have convinced him to give up that predatory hold.

Just when you thought he might actually pounce, his eyes flickered down toward his daughter with a fond look. “Whatcha got there, babygirl?”

Your smile tightened at the sound of those foreign words leaving his lips. You knew in the back of your mind that Na’vi couldn’t have been his mothertongue. Ronal, your mother, could only rave so long about the halfbreeds and their evil English ancestry. It was the language of the skypeople. It was forbidden. But why then did it sound so beautiful dripping from his lips?

“My ilu!” Tuk replied, wrapping her arms around it’s long neck in a warm embrace. Toruk Makto crouched down low in the water beside her, reaching out his hand for the animal to inspect. When the ilu discovered that he was in no possession of fish, it returned all of its attention to Tuk, who was more than delighted to receive it. “Can we go swim?” she asked you in Na’vi, already bouncing in excitement.

You nodded, gesturing out into the protective pool. It had no access to the open waters and she was safe to explore the coral arches and hidden treasures of the reef until high tide struck in a few hours time. “Of course. She’s yours.”

No faster than you said this did she take the young ilu by the leads and disappear into the deeper waters. You lost sight of them quickly and the only indication that they were still there at all were the trails of bubble surfacing in the near distance.

Toruk Makto rose to his full height and only then did you turn to face him directly. He was still panting from his latest attempt to mount the tsurak, his glistening chest heaving as he watched you watch him in return. Suddenly embarrassed, you dropped your eyes to the white sands. In all of your father’s coaching on how to address representitives of the neighboring clans, no where did he say to wade half-nude in the waters and exchange poorly masked longing looks.

“Toruk Makto—”

“Jake.”

Your head shot up just to see him smiling down at you. It was a type of smile you’d only ever caught on the faces of village boys right before you felt a sharp yank on your tail. It meant nothing but trouble.

All of the surprise you felt must’ve been conveyed through your blank expression because within a second, that dangerous smile of his was wiped clean from his face and he held his hands up defensively parallel to his shoulders. “No, no, no, shit —you didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured you, whisking a wet lock of hair out of his face as he mentally kicked himself for frightening you.

Nice going, Sully.

“It’s just…I haven’t been Toruk Makto in a very long time.”

As much as you believed yourself to be wise beyond your years, you knew very little of clan politics outside of the village you were born and raised in. Toruk Makto was the savior of Eywa’eveng and all of her children in the times of great sorrow. It never occured to you that he could vanish just as easily as he appeared on your beaches so many years ago.

Your tail swayed back and forth idly in the waters behind you, stirring the sand into a murky cloud that mimicked the loss you felt inside your heart. “Perhaps Ilu Makto, then?” you tested, head tilted to the side. “Since tsurak has proved too much a challenge.”

Over his shoulder, you spotted Jake’s short tail whisking playfully as he processed your joke. With the shake of his head, he laughed. It was a sweet sound, the first of it’s kind since his arrival. His impossibly sharp canines peeked out from between his lips and he brushed a bead of water from his chin with the back of his hand. “I was hoping you didn’t see that.”

“Believe me, there wasn’t much to see of anything.”

You knew you were pushing your luck. His sense of humor was still a mystery to you. For all you knew, your first comment could have exiled you from his good graces as soon as it left your mouth.

Glancing out at the training pool, you watched your father take flight on his bonded tsurak. He had not yet noticed his outcasted guest standing alone on the shores with his eldest daughter. Knowing it was best to keep it that way, you excused yourself from the conversation with a shallow bow.

“You’re funny,” Jake panted, jogging to keep pace with your long strides as you made your way down the beach toward the ilu nest. You would offer the rest of the fish as treats for the younglings. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, not allowing yourself to devote your full attention. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Funny?” It was yet another word from his native vocabulary that you didn’t understand. Curiosity overpowered your rational thinking and you slowed to a stop behind a large outcropping of black volcanic rock.

“Yeah, funny,” he explained, stopping so close that you were practically nose to nose. “Of good humor. You inspire laughter.”

You fought the grin fighting it’s way onto your cheeks, holding two fingers against your rebellious lips as you took a cautious step backward. “I inspire nothing,” you argued, shaking off the shimmyflies that beat like thunder against your chest before continuing your march back toward the village center.

Just when you thought you might have convinced him to drop it, the basket under your arm disappeared and you turned around to see Jake holding it high above your head. “Hey!”

He only chuckled, holding it up higher when you made a pathetic grab for it. As a matter of fact, he could name a few things you inspired.

You were in the midst of preparing a worthy response when you caught a glimpse of the snake of burns that trailed down his arm. You gasped, and the sound was nearly enough to convince Jake to drop your basket to the sand. “Ma Eywa,” you whispered sympathetically.

He turned his palm inward, wincing as he inspected the length of his injury. It somehow looked worse than it did immediately after the incident that caused it, angry and irritated with lack of attention. It stung, sure, but it was nothing near lethal.

“Tsurak is a worthy adversary,” Jake hissed, flexing his hand just to prove he still could. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and he would be lying if he said concern didn’t look good on you. “But until I am Tsurak Makto, you will call me Jake.”

You refused to look away from his fresh wound, head reeling with slivers of information you from your mother’s Tsahìk teachings. The leaves of seaberries soothed shallow burns like this one. You would need to collect some immediately.

“Hey,” Jake snapped his fingers close to your ear, startling you. “What do you call me?”

Your basket was still held out of your reach. He was taunting you with his sheer height. On one hand, you were relieved that your terrible excuse for a joke did not offend him, but on the other hand, you appeared to have done something much worse by awakening the insolent child that had been resting dormant at his core.

“Jake,” you said slowly, testing the sound of it as the word rolled off your tongue.

He looked pleased, holding the half-empty basket out to you like a peace offering. “That’s right. Now what do I call you?”

There it is; the power. He was laying it all right at your feet. Any respectable woman in your village would have turned her nose at the game he was trying to play. Unfortunately for everyone involved, you weren’t just any other woman, and you didn’t turn your nose to anyone.

“I am Ällora te Ätwì Ronal'ite. But until I am Tsahìk of the Metkayina clan, you may refer to me as Ällora.”

It felt like you were revealing a secret. Something sacred. And if the return of that mischievous look in his eye was any indication, you knew it was a power that would soon be abused. “Ällora,” he sighed, letting each syllable feed into his triumphant smile. “Yeah, I like that. Suits you.”

He gestured once more for you to take the basket and you did so with great caution, not eager to fall victim to another one of his teases. Right when you expected him to draw back and make you beg for it, he held himself dangerously still. “See?” he said, tail still flicking like a whip below his waist. “I can play nice.”

You hummed, eyes narrowed as you turned away for a final time. “We’ll see for how long.”

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pedro-pascal-love · 4 years ago

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The Fall

Chapter Fifteen of Well, This is Awkward

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Rating: 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 6k+

Summary: The long-awaited showdown!!!

Warnings: Language, graphic descriptions of violence and blood, ANGST, so much angst, smut, major character death?🤐

A/N: It's finally here!!! This may be my best work yet...Better get those tissues ready....And please don’t come for me after this chapter.

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You could not stop staring at the ring adorning your finger, ogling its beauty as the light caught it, making it sparkle. You were engaged. To Dave. He had proposed to you. He had actually proposed to you. He had promised to spend the rest of his life with you. It was not a dream. This was reality. A reality that you greeted joyously.

Wow.

You never thought that this would ever happen. You doubted for a while that he would ever take that step with you.

After all, he has been married once before, and look how that turned out.

Granted, she did cheat on him, but either way.

You were fearful that he would get bored with you, just like he did with Carol. You were still concerned, but the ring that rested on your finger, and the little life growing inside of you that he helped create, allowed you to push your distress to the side. For the time being, at least.

Now you only had to stress about Dave’s confrontation with McCall. You knew that he was headed to McCall’s residence that evening, and you had great confidence that he would take care of the job. Dave was more than capable of handling the situation, but you also knew nothing about McCall or his skill. Dave had told you that McCall had been their team leader, which meant he had was just as skilled as Dave, if not maybe more if he was their previous team leader. You shook all doubts out of your head.

Dave will take care of it and come back home.

To the girls.

To me.

To our baby.

You absentmindedly began to stroke your belly, lost in your dreams. You had not popped yet, but after you stood in front of the mirror for almost an hour earlier that day, you could see the slight bump protruding. You walked over to the window and gazed at the sunset, thinking about the future and the possibilities it held. You thought about possibly asking Dave about turning the guest room into a nursery when he got back. You wanted to get lost in decorating the room and preparing it for the arrival of your little one. You wanted to laugh at Dave as you watched him balance on a ladder, throwing beautiful colors up on the ceiling while you stood there and watched, belly full and round.

Maybe we could paint it yellow or green; I don’t want to paint it the generic blue or pink once we find out the baby’s sex.

However, a little boy would be nice

You had always wanted to have a son, and you suspected that Dave wanted the same. Since he already had two daughters, you wanted to expand your family and throw a son into the mix. You wanted the girls to have a little brother, though you were sure they would be just as excited if it were a little sister they would be gaining. Your thoughts wandered to how you would tell Molly and Alice about the baby.

Would they be excited?

Would they be happy about the prospect of a new sibling?

Your mind then drifted to the prospect of telling them the news of your engagement to their father. How would they react to finding out you and Dave were going to get married? Especially when it's so soon after he had divorced Carol? They had already referred to you as their mom and spent more time with you than they did with Carol. You had a feeling that they would be overjoyed at the news, though Carol was an entirely different matter. Dave had divorced her not too long ago, and she had been none too happy about that, even though she had moved in with Adrian and was living her own life.

You knew that she frequently went on trips with her lover, leaving the girls with you or their grandparents whenever she saw fit. But the idea of telling her about the inevitable marriage made you shiver. You would guess that the news of your engagement to Dave would anger her. You knew she had been civil to you for the sake of the girls, at least in front of them, but behind her fake persona, you could feel her disdain for you. In her mind, even though she was the one at fault and broke her marriage apart, you were the one who stole her husband away. The one that walked into their lives and turned it all upside down.

Well, Carol, you cannot have your cake and eat it too.

You checked your phone, hoping for a text from Dave or even a call, but saw nothing. You let out a sigh as you laid on the bed, pulling his pillow to your body, and clung onto it as if it were him. You inhaled his scent, his aroma filled your nose, and it helped to calm your pounding heart. After the proposal, he had taken you to bed, promising multiple times that he would return as he drove himself into you over and over again.

—FLASHBACK—

“I promise.” The moment the words escaped his lips, you flung yourself at him, tackling him to the ground with a kiss. You wanted him. All of him. Now.

“Take me to bed, Dave,” you whispered against his lips. He replied with a kiss as he flipped the two of you over, hovering above you. You felt his hand crawl up your side as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before dipping in. Your tongues battled for dominance as he slipped his hand under your shirt, gliding up until it cupped your breast. You sucked in a breath as he ground himself against you, feeling his hardened length through his pants. A pool of wetness rushed down, and you felt it leak out, soaking your underwear.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him in earnest, and he groaned at the action. He squeezed your side, and you bucked up against him, seeking out more friction. He slid his hand from your side to cup your ass, pulling you up against him, as he moved to his knees and then his feet, lifting the two of you from the floor. He walked toward the bed, and you felt the softness meet your back as he dropped you onto the plush comforter. You gazed at him through your lashes, lust-blown eyes meeting his, as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and began to slide it off of his shoulders. You felt warmth spread through your body at the sight. No matter how many times you saw him like this, it never failed to turn you on like an animal in heat.

He tugged the piece of cloth off his body, then pulled the other shirt under it over his head, tossing it to the side. You licked your lips as he undid his pants and pushed them down, revealing his rigid cock to your hungry eyes. You beckoned him with your finger, and he smirked, proudly waltzing over to you as you got on all fours on the bed. You eagerly reached for his cock and wrapped a fist around it, pumping him slowly, and watched as he threw his head back with a moan. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up from the base to the tip, engulfing the head with a suck. Dave shoved himself deep into your mouth, and you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.

You took it in stride and began to bob your head up and down on his length, using your tongue to swirl around it. He balled your hair atop your head, using it as a grip to keep your head in place, fucking your mouth harder. Tears threatened to spill, and you struggled to breathe through your nose between his thrusts, but you held firm, relaxing your throat to take him down easier. He fucked your face hard and fast, constantly hitting the back of your throat. He wrapped his free hand around your throat and groaned out, feeling his dick glide in and out. He was growing close to his release when he stopped and pulled you off him, gently tugging on your hair to bring you up for a kiss.

You needed to feel his skin on yours, so you shed your shirt over and unclasped your bra hastily as he worked to rid you of your pants. Once you were as naked as he was, you drew him by the shoulders onto the bed, pulling him over you. He caught his weight on both arms, not wanting to crush you, as he cupped your face and kissed you tenderly.

“I love you,” he softly spoke as he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. Your heart loudly pounded in your chest. He started peppering kisses over your nose, then on each cheek, then down your neck. He sucked a few marks onto your neck and lapped at each one lovingly as you moaned at the contact. He continued his way down, kissing each breast, taking a nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. He then moved to the other one, making sure to give each breast the same amount of attention. You arched your back into his mouth, feeling the heat and wetness over each peak, and let out a gasp as he blew on each nipple before resuming his descent. Once he reached your mound, he could see that you were dripping onto the bed, and his cock twitched at the sight. He wanted to claim you hard and fast but refrained, wanting to make sweet love to you instead. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, growing impatient, as he flicked his tongue over his lips before finally licking a tantalizing slow line across your opening.

“Please,” you whined out when he repeated the action, another slow lick up your entrance before he finally wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Your hips bucked at their own accord, more slick running out of you, as he quickly slipped two fingers into your warmth, curling them upwards. Your eyes crossed as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked on your clit harder, your moans increasing in volume. You grabbed his head, pushing it down slightly, as he added a third finger and picked up his pace. You were in heaven. The feel of his fingers inside of you, as he began to alternate between gently nipping and sucking on your clit, was starting to overwhelm you.

You wriggled your hips against his mouth as he continued his assault, seeking out more pleasure. He released your clit with a little pop and switched things up, using his thumb to draw small circles over your clit as he plunged his tongue into your cunt. The sensation sent a flood of pleasure through you, and you tugged on his hair, exhaling a wanton moan. He sped up his ministrations, wanting to hear more of your noises as he kept up the onslaught with his tongue and thumb. He added more pressure to your clit, curling his tongue in just the right way inside of you, and you let out an ear-piercing shriek. Head rearing back, thighs clamped around his head, electricity coursed through your body as your climax washed over you. Dave continued to lap up your sweet nectar, not wanting to waste a single drop, as you rode out your high. Once you settled down, he unlatched his lips from your pussy and looked up at you with a grin.

“Think I could just give this up, sweetheart?” he teased, running a finger through your juices as he rose to capture your lips with his. “I promise I’ll come back, even if it’s just for this fucking perfect pussy.” You rolled your eyes at his words.

“Sure, not for the baby or me, or even the girls, but for the sex,” you answered with fake annoyance. “To hell with getting married too.”

“Well, now that you mention it, I guess I can come back for all that too,” he answered, gripping his cock, teasing your entrance with the tip. You were torn between letting out a scoff at his sarcastic words or a moan at his actions when he pushed the head of his cock into you, drawing out a moan instead.

“If you don’t come back, I will find you and drag you back myself,” you groaned out, lifting your hips in an attempt to pull his body closer and cock deeper.

“I would never leave you or the girls,” he replied as he pulled back, not giving you what you desperately wanted. “Or our little one. Ever.”

“Good, because you promised,” you breathed out, wiggling your hips, causing the head of his cock to drag along your opening, just out of reach.

“I did, and I’ll say it again,” he breathed into your ear, gently biting it, before driving himself home with a single thrust. You let out a loud gasp as you felt his girth stretch you out, loving the fullness of it. “I promise.”

“Oh, Dave!” you exclaimed, feeling him pull out of you and slowly push back in. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck. “I love you so much.” He drew back inch by inch and slowly sank into your core. He held your hip with one hand, bracing himself with the other, as he continued his leisurely pace. He loved the tightness of your walls wrapping around him. As he sheathed himself fully into you, he stilled, cock throbbing in your heat. Your whimpers of pleasure spurred him on as he unhurriedly pulled out of you and then plunged in with a harsh thrust. He never wanted the moment to end. He never wanted to leave the comfort and love that surrounded him.

“I will come back,” he murmured, grinding his hips into yours as he hit deep into your core. “I fucking promise.” You nodded and turned your head to catch his mouth in a kiss. He shifted, so he was braced on both his hands as he looked down at you, love and passion in his eyes. He moved the two of you into a seated position without breaking the both of you apart, a feat not easily done. His arms circled your back, keeping you close, as he stared deep into your eyes. Dave lifted you off his length slightly before bringing you down, hitting a different spot inside of you, eliciting a loud moan. He repeated the motion, driving himself deeper with each upward push, and then angled his hips, striking that magical spot. Your vision blurred, the pounding of your heart rang in your ears, and you saw stars. Your vision turned hot white as you gushed around him, throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt his grip on you tighten, and he let out a grunt as his cock throbbed and released his essence inside you, the tightening of your walls pushing him over the edge. If his seed had not already taken root, it surely would have with that.

“I will return,” he vowed, drawing your lips to his as he felt rope after rope of his cum paint your walls. You hummed against his mouth, and he shifted. He pulled out of you, your mixed fluids leaking when he released you and turned you over onto your hands and knees. “I will always come back to you.”

“I –,” Dave cut off your words as he sank into you with a hard snap of his hips, taking you off guard. He had just finished, yet he was still rock hard, body craving more of you. He set a brutal pace, relentlessly drilling his stiffness into you. You gripped the comforter, meeting his hips with yours, as he pounded you from behind. As much as you enjoyed the tender lovemaking you had shared, you also loved when he let his primal nature take over and ravage you unforgivingly. He pushed your head down, cheek resting against the bed, as he slanted your hips up and began to rail harder into your leaking center. Your hold on the bed tightened, feeling him bring you closer and closer to your third orgasm. The sounds of your bodies meeting, the slap of his balls against your clit, your moans and his groans, the sloshing of your wetness around his cock, filled the room, echoing against the walls.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, feeling his balls tighten as he grew closer to the precipice. “I fucking – *thrust* -promise - *thrust* -that I will -*thrust* - come back and -*thrust* - fucking marry you.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the endless pleasure he was giving you. His words further fueled your desire and need, his continuous onslaught to your pussy overwhelming you.

“Ugh – D – D – Dave,” you cried out as he circled his hips, quickening his pace.

“I promise -*thrust* -I will fucking -*thrust* -put -*thrust* - another baby -*thrust* - into this - *thrust* - perfect cunt.” At his declaration, he sank into your soaked core one final time, pulling you up against his chest, and gripped your breast, emptying the last of his cum into you, some of it dribbling out and down your legs. His climax triggered your earth-shattering orgasm, and you let out a wail, hand grasping his, As your legs shook uncontrollably. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded you, and you collapsed onto the bed with a huff.

“I – I – fuck,” you heaved out, struggling to formulate words, your mind in a haze. “I fucking love you.” Dave let out a chuckle, tossing himself onto the bed next to you, and pulled you to his side, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, sweetheart. And I promise you; I will return,” he vowed. “No matter what.”

—END FLASHBACK—

When he left later that evening, the two of you embraced, and he had reluctantly said goodbye to you, stroking your hair reassuringly.

“No matter what it takes, I will always come back. To you, to our baby, and the girls. To our family. I promise. And I never break a promise. Especially not this one,” he said, and you had insisted that he tuck the second set of ultrasound photos into his jacket pocket as a reminder of that promise. When he broke your embrace, he leaned down to kiss you, pouring so much love and passion into it, as if it would be the last one you two would share. He walked to the car, where Kovac patiently waited when he turned and shouted out that he loved you before climbing in. You stood there and watched them pull away, waving and blowing him a final kiss as he halfheartedly smiled at you. As the car drove out of sight, the perturbed feeling you had about the situation returned, forming a large knot in the pit of your stomach, and you tried to shake the worries away.

Dave will come back.

I know he will.

He has to.

He promised.

And he said he never breaks a promise.

He cannot break this one.

He won’t.

I know he won’t.

Dave glanced down at his phone and saw a message from Resnik.

This better be about Brian.

Opening the message, he clutched the phone in his hand, squeezing it hard.

Resnik: Brian got away. It looks like he knew we were coming.

“Fuck!” he cursed as he sped to McCall’s apartment. They pulled up outside of McCall’s apartment building and got out of the car. It was raining, so he tucked his gun into the sleeve of his jacket before exiting, while Kovac had a pizza delivery bag with empty pizza boxes in it, his weapon resting inside. He heard dogs barking as they walked through the courtyard, Kovac on one side, Dave on the other. They approached the door, and Kovac drew his gun while he opened it.

This ends tonight.

They walked up the stairs quietly, steps barely echoing in the hallway. He began to pick the lock to Mac’s apartment as Kovac stood watch, making sure nobody was in sight. He could hear a voice inside the apartment, but it did not sound like Robert. Once he successfully unlocked the door, he drew his gun, suppressor screwed on, and cautiously stepped in. They made their way through the apartment, studying each room for any sign of Mac. He walked into the bedroom and approached the bathroom, pulling the door open, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

Nothing.

“Clear,” Kovac spoke to him, and he nodded. No sign of McCall anywhere. He turned his head and eyed the bookshelf, lined with an assortment of books. He never took Mac as one to read some of these books.

However, I would not put it past him to have something hidden behind this.

He ran his hand over each book and reached behind them, trying to feel for a button or switch.

Nothing.

Fuck.

He glanced down at the floor by the mirror, seeing if anything indicated that it could open. Flashlight in hand, he examined the wood and the seams and then shined the light onto the reflective glass.

Looks like a two-way mirror.

Dave breathed onto it, his warm breath fogging up the glass before he began to draw a sad face then cross it out. He held his gun up, ready to shoot it, when his phone rang. With the weapon still held up, he pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

“How you doing, Dave? You know who it is.” he heard Mac’s voice through the earpiece. “Since you’re in my house, water my plants for me, will you? I’m not gonna be back for a while.”

You piece of shit motherfucker.

Thinking he can taunt me like this.

I will fucking show him.

He stood up and lowered the gun. It was evident that the man was not there but was watching them. He turned around and spotted the smoke detector in the corner, knowing Mac placed a camera inside.

“It’s a mistake to go to war with us, McCall,” he threatened through the phone as he gazed at the camera, knowing Mac was watching.

“You got it backwards. You’re going to war with me,” Robert spoke. “You know where I’ll be.” Then the line went dead. He took a seat on Mac’s bed, pulling his beanie off, before laying down and staring at the ceiling. His eyes shifted to the painting on the wall.

The beach.

He is going back to his house on the beach.

He sat up, seeing that Kovac had helped himself to the orange juice. He rolled his eyes at the other man.

“I know where he’s headed,” he stated as he stood up and exited the room. “He’s going home.” They strode toward the front door, and Kovac exited and shutting the door behind him. He stayed behind, hidden in the room next to the front door. He knew someone that Mac cared about was in the apartment and could hear their footsteps as they cautiously moved through the apartment.

Bingo.

He watched as a teenager came to the door and looked out of the peephole, checking if the men still there.

Wrong move, kid.

The young man opened the door and was about to make his escape when Kovac walked in front of him, and Dave moved to stand behind him, gun pointed to the back of the teenager’s head.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted as the young man froze. “Back up.” The teenager did as instructed and pressed his back to the wall. He trained the gun on the teen as Kovac closed the door.

“Who are you?” he gruffly questioned. The young man stayed silent, frozen in fear. “I’ll ask again, who the fuck are you?” The teenager swallowed and opened his mouth to speak.

“M – M -Miles,” he managed to stutter out.

“Miles, what are you doing in this apartment?”

“I – I – I – uh – I was painting Mr. McCall’s – uh- kitchen.”

“Oh? Are you friends with Mr. McCall?” Dave asked in a mocking tone. “Answer me!” Miles nodded, terrified.

“Ye – Yeah. I guess so.”

“In that case, you are going to have to come with us,” he stated, roughly grabbing the back of Miles’ sweater and shoved him out of the apartment, Kovac leading the way to the car. He tucked his gun away once they set foot outside and strode to the car.

“Get in the trunk,” Kovac spoke as he opened the rear of the car. Miles looked at Dave and then Kovac, hesitating.

“Get in the fucking car, kid. Before I make you,” he spat out, hand twitching to pull out his gun and force the teen inside. Miles held his arms up and complied. Once inside, Dave and Kovac tied Miles’ hand and feet together and taped his mouth shut, ensuring that he could not move or cry for help. He stared down at the boy before closing the trunk. “You can thank Mr. McCall for this.”

This kid is going to be our insurance.

Mac is too soft to let us kill him.

He cares too much.

They slid into the car, and he sent a message to Resnik.

Dave: Meet us at the beach house where Robert and Vivienne used to live.

Resnik: On our way.

They drove through the night until they reached the seaside town, seeing a police SUV beside the roadway.

“What do we have here?” Kovac asked as they approached the small shack by the road. They pulled up and stopped as an officer flagged them down, holding his hand up. Dave rolled down the window as the officer stepped towards their car.

“I need you to turn around. Town’s been evacuated,” he shouted over the loud gusts of wind. He held up his gun and fired two shots, killing the officer before continuing into the deserted town.

At least there will not be any other people to get rid of.

Dave rolled his window as they drove through, and he studied the buildings, trying to calculate where McCall would be.

Probably his old house, but that would be too predictable.

Too easy.

“Where are you?” Dave spoke out as they kept driving, passing buildings and cars, wind and rain whipping against their vehicle. “Slow down.” Dave looked out the window as they passed a building.

“That was his wife’s bakery,” he stated, pointing to it, before pointing forward. “Go.”

Where the fuck are you, Mac?

Come out, you fucking coward.

They drew closer to the edge of town, right by the sea, and Dave saw a spot for them to stop at.

“Pull over here,” he instructed, and Kovac turned the wheel to stop the car, Ari and Resnik following their lead. As they pulled off the road, he took out the ultrasound photo, as well as a picture of you that he had hidden in his pocket, and longingly gazed down.

I will come back, he vowed, bringing the photo of you to his lips. Before exiting the vehicles, each of the men strapped their gear on, donning bullet-proof vests, serrated steel knives strapped to their legs, 9mm Glock handguns, grenades, both stun and fragment, and finally their AR-15 rifles, all with extended magazines packed with high-velocity rounds. They were armed to the teeth with all that weaponry that you would think they were going to war. In a way, they were. Against Mac. Against their former friend.

“Clear the alley. Mac’s house is back there,” he yelled as they split off into two teams and began to survey the land and structures. Resnik and Dave walked down the road, Resnik taking point, as Ari and Kovac checked a house. He heard them breach the door and throw a stun grenade inside, a BANG piercing through the gusts of wind.

“Making entry, yellow house,” Kovac spoke into the radio. A moment later, Dave heard him speak into the walkie again. “All clear. Coming out.”

They kept moving along the dirt road, coming up on more houses.

Where the fuck are you hiding, Mac?

Resnik and Dave paused at the corner, and Resnik motioned towards a tower.

“Taking high ground,” he said, going around Resnik, through the fence, toward the tower. He arrived at the door and walked up, throwing his weight against the door. It flew open with a thud, and birds flew out, causing him to move and let them out. He ducked inside and began to climb the stairs, two at a time, before reaching the top. He spotted the door that led to the rooftop and scaled the ladder, flinging the metal cover open. He dropped his backpack onto the ground by the opening, climbed up, pulled the bipod down for his rifle, and settled himself into the prone position. He looked through the scope, keeping an eye on the boys, as he caught a figure in the corner of his eye running by them.

“I got movement, 12 o’clock,” Dave spoke into the walkie, alerting the team to Mac’s presence. Kovac turned and fired off two shots, missing McCall as he hit behind a shed. “Kovac, move in.” The man followed his order and pursued Mac.

“Ari, what’s your sitrep?” He asked.

“Locking down, south side,” Ari replied as he knelt by the fence. He continued to watch through his scope as Kovac disappeared around the side of a building.

“Making entry, north side,” the man said into the mic before they heard another BANG of a stun grenade. A moment later, they heard gunfire and then silence.

“Kovac. Kovac!” Ari yelled into the radio as he saw the point of a harpoon break through the wall. “Kovac, come back!”

“Shots fired! Shots fired! I’m going in. Going in,” Resnik shouted as he stood up and approached the building Kovac had entered.

Fuck.

Fuck!

“York, you got eyes on him?” Ari asked.

“I see him,” he answered, watching Resnik through the scope.

“Making entry, north side,” Resnik stated as he followed the path Kovac took. Dave watched as Ari stood up and moved positions to cover Resnik. “Kovac’s down. He’s gone.”

“Say again,” he asked, unable to hear Resnik over the slapping of the wind.

“Kovac. He’s down. He’s fucked,” came his teammate's reply.

Fuck!

“Push towards the ocean,” he commanded. “Repeat, push towards the ocean.” He kept an eye on the two remaining men as they split up, walking down the alleyways between houses. With each passing moment, his irritation grew, especially when he spotted Mac’s silhouette run past a house.

“Ari. Resnik! Somebody talk to me,” he demanded over the radio.

“Ari’s down! Ari’s down!” He heard Resnik yell into the coms. “And Mac made a fucking mess of him!”

Fuck!

He is picking us off one by fucking one.

His anger turned into rage. He was not going to let Mac take them down.

“There are pictures of Susan everywhere,” Resnik continued, panic beginning to take hold. He could tell that the man was starting to grow frantic, especially seeing the photos of Susan. “He’s picking us apart, man! I need fucking eyes!”

Mac is playing a fucking mind game with us.

Son of a bitch.

He is getting to Resnik

He watched as Resnik made his way out into the open, and he shifted his position to get a better visual of the last remaining man on the ground. A transformer on a pole exploded in front of him, and he lost sight of Resnik, unable to see through the smoke.

“Goddammit!” he cursed.

Fuck you, Mac.

Fuck you.

“I’m on the southwest corner of the yellow building,” he heard Resnik state. “I got a blood trail. Looks like he’s headed across the main drag.”

“Rear of the bakery!” He yelled out as he stood up and changed positions.

He’s fucking using his dead wife’s bakery.

Sick fuck.

“Copy that.” He watched as Resnik sprinted across the street towards the bakery, checking his corners carefully.

“Move inside, Resnik. Move inside.” A storm of bullets unexpectedly hailed down around Dave, and he ducked, hearing the shots ricochet against the tower railings. The gunfire stopped, and Dave poked his head up in time to see an explosion rip through the bakery and McCall’s figure run across the street. He trained his sights on the man and fired but missed and instead shattered the truck’s mirror beside him.

Shit

He tracked Mac’s movements and fired again just as the man ducked behind a building.

“Resnik, do you copy?” Silence greeted him. “Resnik! Come back!” He spotted Resnik’s mangled body on the ground, torn open from the blast.

“Fuck!” Dave knew he had to face Mac alone now.

“Just me and you, Dave. Nobody’s left,” Robert taunted through the radio, probably taken off one of the fallen men.

“Not exactly,” he spat back as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. “Remember what you taught me. Always have a contingency plan.” He was becoming restless from the cat and mouse game the other man was playing. He was toying with him. As if Dave was nothing but a child.

“Come on, Mac. Show yourself,” he demanded. He crouched against the railing, using it to steady his weapon. He aimed at the car he had arrived in and fired off a bullet, hitting the hood. “I don’t know who the kid is or if he means anything to you. I took the chance that he matters.” He stared down the scope, keeping his one eye trained on the vehicle, the other keeping an eye out for Mac.

“I’ll make it simple. Step out, show yourself, and I won’t kill the kid.” He squeezed the trigger, this time hitting the side of the car. He let out a sadistic laugh. “The wind makes it interesting!”

Now it’s my fucking turn to toy with you, Mac.

My turn to take what matters to you.

“Side mirror,” he called out, as if it were a game, letting another bullet loose, the mirror shattering from the impact. “Two more. Third one goes to the middle of the trunk.” He paused as he picked his next target.

“Taillight,” he called. Another round fired, this one missing slightly. “I was a hair off on that one. I might have hit the kid.” He looked around the area, trying to spot Mac, but no luck.

Son of a bitch!

Just show yourself, you asshole!

“All right! Time’s up, Mac!” He aimed at the trunk, but as he pulled the trigger, a gunshot sounded, and the car sank; a tire popped, which made him miss, shattering the back window instead.

Fuck!

“Nice move, Mac. But it’s not gonna make any difference!” He got up and began to sweep the town, using his sight to find his intended target.

“Where are you, you son of a bitch?” Suddenly a strong gust of wind took him off his feet, flinging him back, losing the grip on his rifle, and the back of his head hit the railing. He fell and grabbed his head in pain.

Fuck!

He turned over and looked at the sea below him, waves slapping loudly against the rocks.

“Fuck you, Mac!” Fury coursed through Dave as he stood, picking up his rifle, looking through the lens, growing frantic with each passing second. “Fuck you! You couldn’t save your wife! You couldn’t save Susan! And you’re not gonna save this fucking kid!” He attempted to provoke Mac with his words, trying to get his elusive adversary to show himself.

I will fucking kill you, motherfucker!

I will kill you!

“Is that in your playbook? Is that in your fucking playbook?!” he angrily shouted as he continued to sweep the area. “Show yourself!”

Out of nowhere, the barrel of his rifle was grabbed, and an elbow collided with his face, knocking him to the ground.

There he fucking is.

He tasted copper in his mouth, and spat the blood out, and grabbed the knife from his hip. He lunged at McCall, swiping at him, the man easily dodging his advances. He swung up at his former partner’s face, and Mac ducked down, carefully avoiding the knife. Mac landed a punch to his face and knocked him off balance. Dave lunged again, and the other man effortlessly caught his arm, using Dave’s weight against him, and skillfully flipped him onto his back. Dave landed with a thud but rapidly recovered, swiping at Mac’s leg with the blade, finally landing a solid strike. Blood flew out of McCall’s leg, and Dave proceeded to punch him in the face.

That’s right motherfucker!

Fuck you!

Dave went to jab Robert’s side, but this time the man caught his wrist, grabbing the knife out of his hand, using it to slash at his palm. He let out a scream of pain as Mac discarded the blade, and Dave used that chance to grab the other man by the shoulders and kick his stomach. Mac retaliated by picking him up and throwing him, both men losing their balance and falling to the ground. Their training allowed them to regain their footing swiftly, and they resumed their attacks on one another. Dave was growing tired from the fight, breaths coming out labored, energy slowly dwindling, but his thirst for vengeance motivated him. As Mac kicked his knees and shins, pushing him up against the railing, Dave thought of what was waiting for him at home.

She is waiting for me to come back.

Our baby is waiting for me.

I have a promise to keep, goddammit!

Fucking fight back!

With that thought, Dave managed to push himself away from the railing and grab Mac’s head, pushing the man down as he moved his foot upwards into his ribs. However, Robert caught him in a grapple and launched them both to the ground once more, but this time Dave recovered faster. He punched Mac in the kneecap and speedily moved to get behind him, pulling the man into a tight chokehold. He began to squeeze the other men’s throat, cutting off his air supply. Dave applied more and more pressure as he tightened his arms around Mac’s neck.

Just a little more!

I have to beat him!

I am going to beat him!

Dave felt Mac’s hand frantically reaching for his face, and he moved as much as he could from his current position. The technique to immobilize his opponent was an effective one, but it also limited his ability to maneuver his head away from prying fingers. Mac dug his fingers into Dave’s left eye without warning, pulling it out of the socket, effectively gouging him. Dave wailed in agony and released his hold. Mac slammed his elbow into Dave’s face and knocked him back, taking the opportunity to grab the discarded knife a few feet away. Dave was disoriented from Mac’s last attack but pressed on, despite his injury, fury fueling his wrath.

I will kill him!

I will fucking kill him!

He tried to punch Robert, but his arm was caught, and he felt a slash across his chest. Mac continued his assault, slashing and hacking at Dave’s body, a slice here, a slice there until he fell to his knees in defeat. The man used that moment to drive the knife into Dave’s torso, penetrating his chest cavity with little to no difficulty. Dave looked up at his opponent in surprise.

No.

I can’t lose.

Not like this.

Fuck, not like this.

Mac stared down triumphantly at his former comrade, completely emotionless, before sinking the blade into the back of the beaten man’s neck and moved it to the side. Blood spattered out, painting the ground around them, and he hunched forward, struggling to breathe, unable to move.

Have.

To.

Fucking.

Get.

Up!

He thought as he gasped and felt Mac’s foot on his shoulder. His body fell from the tower, landing on the rocks with a hard thud. His leg was contorted into an unnatural position, the bone protruding from the side. Whatever breath he had lingering in his lungs escaped him, and his head throbbed, his ears ringing from the hard impact. Suddenly he found himself floating, peering down at his torn and mangled body that laid bloodied and broken.

He looked up at the dimly lit sky, feeling the cold waves crash over him, numbing the pain that ebbed out from the numerous wounds littered across his damaged figure. As the waves drew out his ragged and battered form to sea, he saw your smiling face, and his heart completely shattered.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

I'm not going to make it home, and I won't be able to keep my promise.

Please forgive me, sweetheart.

I love you. I love you both so so much...

Those were Dave's final thoughts as the light gave way to darkness, and the image of you faded away.

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[vlive 210522] Seri’s Seritonin 🥝🐱

9pm kst

italics = english; seri answering questions!

the vlive starts with seri logging on and waving

she’s playing new rules in the background and staying quiet for the first two minutes

“moa! how are you all?”

she smiles and reads through the comments

she reads a few out loud and sees a few comments asking her to say i love you in different languages, to which she complies to

she turns off her music first and fixes herself in her chair

“bet you guys are wondering why i’m live today, huh? we’ll get to that in a bit. for now, let’s answer questions”

she looks through the comments carefully until she reads one out loud

Seriiiiiii! 5 Beomgyus or 5-year-old Beomgyu?

she laughs at this

“maybe a five year old bammie. he always makes a big deal of being older than me by a few months, so it would be good pay back”

she then pulls out her phone and scrolls through it before turning it towards the screen. it was a picture of beomgyu as a kid

“see this? he sent this to our groupchat the other day. tiny gyu is cute”

how are youuuuuu?

she claps her hands together and smiles at the live

“i’m doing great, thank you! i’ve been practicing harder, and i feel pretty good”

she scrolls through the comments again and takes a sip of her drink. she lightly mixes her drink around and places it back down

“you guys should try peach tea. it’s a godsend. oh, what’s this?”

shall we go on a date?

“you didn’t turn up at our last date”

she pouted a little and laughed

“i waited at the rooftop for a while, but you didn’t show up! but i guess we can go again because you’re moa”

she shifts a little and shakes her head amusedly at her own words

“do i sound like gyu?”

Hi Seri! I have a couple questions 😊 What has been your favorite era music wise and style wise? What hair style/color do you want to try? What's your current favorite song? What are you looking forward to most?

her eyes widened a little before she looks up trying to come up with answers to the series of questions

“oh, wow, i guess you could say i really liked our songs from the minisode album, but my favorite title track is run away for sure. actually, i take that back. i like the songs on dream chapter magic the most! in terms of style... dream chapter magic as well! i really like new rules’ styling especially”

a small smile makes its way to her face as she’s about to answer the last question from that comment

“right now, i’m really looking forward to our new album, and i hope you’ll like it as well! so far, the tracks are amazing!”

any plans for a comeback with the royals?

“i don’t know” she laughs and looks off camera “what do you think?”

yoonmi’s giggle can be heard while seri just laughed

“you exposed me! anyway, we’ll see when the three of us get an opportunity again” “you guys heard yoonmi”

seri takes the live and points it to the side, revealing the magenta-haired girl peacefully sitting in the dance studio near her while working on something on her laptop

“yoonmi is working on school stuff even if she just released a song yesterday” “responsibilities”

Seri baby are you aware that Seri sounds like berry? Therefore you are now berry Seri or Seri Berry 🤔

“oh, that’s cute! seri berry... i love it! i’m a berry now! i can replace strawberries, i don’t like strawberries”

she wrinkled her nose at the thought of the red berries as the sound of a chair moving came up. seri looked off camera and waved to, supposedly, yoonmi

“yoonmi has a meeting right now, so she’s off. anyway, back to our live”

Hiya Seri how are you liking the new building? What do you think has changed the most about you since you became an idol? And out of the members who do you think has changed most since you debuted?

“the new building is actually the best thing ever, i swear! there’s a lot of space, and the facilities are all high quality! honestly, i’m the only txt member who doesn’t get lost, so it’s pretty funny when the others have to ask for my help to walk around”

she then pressed her lips into a tight line while thinking about her next answer

“since becoming an idol... i think i became more confident. the others tell me this a lot. they say every comeback my stage presence gets better, and i look more comfortable? i also became a better dancer for sure. not the best yet, but i’m working on it. also maybe kai? first of all, he’s gotten way taller now. second, he’s been more mature. yes, he’s still our baby, but he handles things a lot more maturely now. sometimes he acts like he’s older than me as well”

hi bestieeeeeee! what do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an idol?

“hey, bestie! musical theatre for sure!”

seri immediately perked up at this. she jumped back in her seat a little with the biggest grin while remembering her experiences

“i loved it back in school! honestly, my parents were pretty supportive about my involvement in theatre and my little brother kinda brags to his friends that his sister goes on stages to perform. it’s kinda cute”

would you consider acting? or maybe starring in a musical?

“oh for sure if i were given the chance!”

you dance amazingly! your artist of the month video with studio choom was absolutely perfect!!!!

“oh my god”

she covered her face and groaned before pulling out her phone and looking for the video on youtube. before pressing play, she looked back to the camera

“thank you, but i’m a little embarrassed about this. i wore red lipstick on stage for the first time after debut, and i showed a side of me that’s pretty different…”

she pressed play and watched the video, cringing at herself. it took a whole 20 seconds before she gave up and hid her phone behind her

“nope. nevermind, i can’t watch that. thank you, i’m glad you enjoyed it”

thoughts on the people you’re being shipped with? 👀

she burst into laughter upon reading this

“ah, yes. shipping. i see you guys on stan twitter with your little edits and headcanons and aus! honestly, it’s amusing. apparently most of you ship me with gyu and seungmin? and a few other people, too?”

she was quiet for a while like thinking about who moas shipped her with. she shook her head with and began talking again

“gyu... well, bammie’s my best friend, and i love him a lot. it’s been us from the very beginning, so i like to think we’ll be as close as ever until the end”

“seungmin is the bane of my existence”

she laughed at this before waving her hand

“kidding! he’s actually really nice, and i love hanging out with him, it just so happens our friendship is based on bickering. we do support each other though. seungmin, if you see this, you did well on love poem”

she then lit up as if just remembering something

“some of you guys ship me with chaeryoung! interesting considering you all see me as ryujin’s sibling, but please, i’m not worthy of the queen herself. i love chae with all my heart honestly she’s such a sweet child”

her phone buzzed and she glanced at it a little bit before turning back to the live

“perfect timing because hyunsuk just messaged me and some special ship mentions are hyunsuk and jeno oppa. i think it’s because i hang out with hyunsuk’s little siblings a lot. but jeno oppa? we just met earlier this year, it’s a little funny how apparently a lot of people ship us when we haven’t really shown our friendship much”

she typed something one her phone before chuckling and shutting it off once again. she looked through the comments until she found the topic she was looking for

What’s up with you and Dino? 👀👀👀

“ah, this. this brings me to the reason i went live. recently, you guys have seen me and dino oppa hanging out, right? well, we’re not dating. i wanted it to be a surprise, but he’s helping me with something for my birthday, and i agreed to do something with him for their youtube as well”

her phone rang, and she laughed before picking it up and putting it on speaker

“hello? you’re on speaker” “seri-yah! how dare you deny our relationship?” “oh? you’re watching?” “look up, stupid. i’m standing by the door”

she looked off camera and laughed

“yah! oppa, what are you doing here?” “miya told me you were gonna talk about the scandal, so i thought why not come early?”

dino appears next to seri in a mask and a hat. he nudged seri over to the side so they could both be centered on screen, making her raise her eyebrow at him

“meet my new dance partner” dino points towards seri whose eyes widen as soon as he said that

“they don’t know yet!” “you said we were working on two things together!” “but they didn’t know one of them is dance!” “might as well tell them so we can clear up this rumor before i get attacked by moas”

she sighed at him

“i’d get attacked by carats. anyway, fine. dino oppa’s helping me with a song, and he’s making me dance with him for a video. you can look forward to this in july”

dino adjusted his hat and leaned forward a little

“no need to panic, we’re not in a romantic relationship. she’s too tall for me”

“... you’re literally taller than me though?” “not by that much. if you wear heels, we’d be the same height, and i don’t think i’m up for that”

she playfully rolled her eyes

“looks like i’ve discussed what needed to be cleared up now. i’m single. single.” “yes, they get the point” “oh, would you just go already?”

she was pretending to push him away while he laughed at her failed attempts. he moved off camera but stays in the room

“no way, we’ve got to work the choreography out today”

“this is gonna be a while,” she muttered before smiling at the live once again “well, time for me to go. i’ve got a lot of work to do to be on par with a member of seventeen’s performance team”

dino’s groaning could be heard from the side

“this again?”

she laughed

“bye moa! hopefully that cleared things up, and hopefully you enjoyed this little tmi session”

-end-

#seri.live #seri.freeze #txt 6th member #txt female member #txt female addition #seri #yoon seri

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rina-cyarika-writing · 3 years ago

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The Fall

Chapter Fifteen of Well, This is Awkward

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Rating: 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 6k+

Summary: The long-awaited showdown!!!

Warnings: Language, graphic descriptions of violence and blood, ANGST, so much angst, smut, major character death?🤐

A/N: It's finally here!!! This may be my best work yet...Better get those tissues ready....And please don’t come for me after this chapter.

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