#oh BM where would i be without you

[ardate]

thank you black metal i love you black metal

[tizeline]

I’ve never seen a separated au with Leo being raised by big mama, what do you think that would be like? (Since he’s kinda rebellious)

For the record, there are AUs where Leo's been raised by Big Mama, the ones I know of are Gemini AU by tangledinink and True Colors AU by v-albion. I'm not super familiar with either of them, but they're there if you wanna check them out.

That being said-

LEO being raised by BIG MAMA omg I have THOUGHTS

Listen, I don't see enough people compare Leo to Big Mama, but he's quite similar to her. Splinter and BM never got a kid together, BUT IF THEY DID that kid would literally be Leo he's basically just a fusion of the two of them!!

As I've mentioned several times before because I love bringing it up, Leo is strategic, quick-witted, observant and good at talking. In the show (as well as in my own AU) Leo's strengths aren't really recognized, let alone aknowledged for a big portion of the story. Because of that, for a long time he doesn't really get the chance to develop these skills, as much potential Leo has to become a master planner his impulsiveness and inexperience has a tendency to get him into trouble.

BUT! All of these skills also happen to be skills that Big Mama has and would value in Leo. So if he were to actually have to opportunity to not only be raised by BM but also trained by her for his entire life. If he got to properly learn strategy, planning, manipulation...?

... Holy shit Leo would be terrifying.

Think about it, canon!Leo managed to out-smart BM in Many Unhappy Returns without any real experience, just imagine what he could do with a whole life-time of training.... yikes!

Not sure what exactly Big Mama and Leo's relationship would look like. In my opinion she would view him as her son and love him dearly, especially if she knew that he's Splinter's biological son.... it's just that BM has interesting ways of showing affection. ("The love of my life just proposed to me?? Great! I'm gonna lock him up in my gladiator fighting ring for the rest of eternity!") She'd at the very least be quite controlling, I imagine.

As you pointed out, Leo can be quite rebellious, so that mixed with Big Mama's obsessive need to be in complete control of everyone around her would certainly cause some tension. Actually... considering how clever Leo would be in this AU... uh oh.

All of these qualities that BM initially appreciated and encouraged in Leo, what if, as Leo became more and more capable, Big Mama started to eventually view them in a more negative light? If she feels like she's loosing control over Leo, if she interprets Leo's rebellion as not just a normal teenage need for independence but rather him malicously working against her. What if she starts viewing him not as an asset or as a tool, but rather a threat?

If BM has reason to believe that Leo might try to overthrow her and take control over her criminal empire, she might take preemptive action and get rid of him before he has the chance to get rid of her.... Not like murder-get-rid-of, I don't think she'd just kill him, lol! But like lock him up, maybe throw him into the Battle Nexus, I dunno. Anything that would allow her to remain in control of both him and her business.

As for Leo, maybe he would actually try to overthrow BM. Considering he was raised by a literal mafia boss, his moral compass is gonna be a bit wack. Maybe Leo's desire for control over himself would cause him to try to seize control over his mother's business. Oooooorrrrr maybe Leo just wants some independance but doesn't actually want to compete with BM, so when she interprets his actions and behavior as malicious he's not prepared for that at all and, as a result, is more than a little hurt that his own mother would take such extreme actions against him. Who knows?

Hhhhhhh there's a lot of fun posibilities here but MAN I'm not really in the mood to work on an entirely new AU. Maybe I'll create some art for it I dunno, this concept is really fun, but I'm not gonna turn this into a proper Thing, so if anyone else wanna steal this concept and explore it for themselves, feel more than free to do that!

[musubiki]

lol I love the idea that Clarinette in her “Lime collects weird things I’ll find some weird things for him!” she accidentally finds something SUPER rare and hands it to him and he just casually pockets it. He thinks he can just get away with giving it to Mochi and taking all the credit but then has a mental crisis of LYING????? to MOCHI???????

Funny continuation of this is it’s AM (after Mochi) so he sheepishly confesses that Clarinette is the one who found it and Mochi goes up and thanks her

Sad contunuation of this is it’s BM (before Mochi) is him having a mental crisis of how dare he even think of lying to her. He would never lie to her before she left! What’s changed in me. And then slowly watching it wilt away.

OKAY FOR ALL FOUR OF THESE POINTS I WANNA SAY SOMETHINGS!!!!! first of all i love it and it makes me sad and happy thinking about them :')

1 ) first i think clarinette would think its so cute that lime collects random stuff. everyone says "Ah nice, so the witches cant use it. good thinking" but clarinette sees just a LITTLE bit past it and thinks its a weird and endearing hobby of his. imagine how disillusioned she is when she finds out "Oh, this cute quirky thing he does isnt actually a cute quirky thing, its him thinking of the other woman the whole damn time."

2 ) LIME ACTUALLY LIES TO MOCHI MORE THAN HE SHOULD!!!!!!!! and it SUCKS because its always to save himself from looking like a simp or a dumbass because the truth is embarrassing for him, but it damages her levels of trust in him unfortunately. and she keeps telling him to stop but then another thing comes up where he doesnt want to admit the truth so he lies again (lime flaw). one example is when she asks him why he stays in the m34th, and his answer is "Because they pay well and I'm bored," but no matter how much extra commissions she finds and money she can magic up, he stays anyway. she has to learn from fucking clarinette that he stays because they make him stronger (real lime quote). he doesnt want to tell mochi that he feels so inadequate and inferior when he cant keep up with her, and the m34th is the only way to get his ass up to her level consistently. without it hes back to 16 year old lime who can barely help for shit in the face of magic and monsters

3 ) THAT LAST POINT IS SO TCWG IN NATURE!!!!!!!!!!! lime finding a super rare ingredient and its about to go bad so fuck it, sell it to the merchant. maybe he can keep it fresher than me and i get some money for it. and mochi sees it among the merchants wares and buys it :') bonus points if however shes keeping it fresh with magic, he sees it among her spell ingredients years later. its not IMPOSSIBLE to find one, its just so rare that makes him think if its the same one <3

(and of course the merchant doesnt say shit about where he got it. mochi goes "wow! so rare! where did you get this!" and instead of telling the TRUTH he goes "Industry secret!")

[visionthefox]

Aw~ Thank chu for last response and i have more!!

The thing is, if you been a Moon Shape person you been Forgiven way to quickly and if you have the Ray´s, you been judge of any bad action equal missbehave bad similar to Eclipse´s behave. If Sun feeling like poorly, the brothers still bullying him and mention thearpy rather than worring about the health of him and just let him talk out. At times you just need stuff to get it out of the chest.

Moon is trying to protect Lunar with SO much effort, but, he isn´t checking on Solar. He let him overworking himself and he isn´t doing great eather. Where is he sleeping again? Surely, somewhere where it isn´t comfortable.

He is rude of Ruin, even tho he could be innocent and he is already been treated badly before they even have evidence.

Eclipse is treated like he isn´t even a person anymore. Moon have seen his old sake beeing bad and forgiven at the same time. So he could put 1 and 1 together and let him at the very least life somewhere else. That didn´t change the fact that he want him clear gone. Personaly,.. i feel like that he only said recantly in LAES ep, that Eclipse might life, only cause earth was in the room. HE know that earth would give him a second chance.

At the very end, People like Sun and Solar have a mindset of 'i don´t matter as the rest of anyone' emotional pulse. Both need comfort and actually clouse friends.

te quiero mucho anon!! :D on Sun part TOTALLY- oh my god, the valentines video? CANT NOT SEE IT- the moment sun shows DISCOMFORT ?! is the moment I feel Moon was totally being an asshole, it wasnt even funny like , say, Sunny actually having hopes up yet eventually this fails so then Moon is like "ah sorry! I did my best :(" NO MOON JUST WATCH AS SUN GETS MORE STRESS OUT! oh my god.. yet people LOVED IT- THEY LAUGED AND SAY HOW FUNNY THIS WAS?? on that note feels like the show is trying to have Moon be cocky and a asshole yet.. we are supposed to care? feel bad for him when he start to think "oh I was an ass to ruin" HELL NAH he gets to walk away without any deserve dislike or even consequenses! and is annoying.. I do feel Ruin is the one who made Eclipse, yet I believe he did it so he can be part of the family.- that or a bigger act/plan. yet if innocent. he did suffer because Moon is such as ass to first get evidence, then an investigation THEN a comfrontation.. Eclipse is not who he was- he is clearly not even followed anymore for his crimes- how come Moon of ALL PEOPLE is the one acting like Eclipse can not change? sorry, but thats is on LUNAR to act this way- as HE is the one who saw the worst side of Eclipse. New Moon? what beef does he have? hell Sun has more righst to be pissy and sassy than Moon! Sun is HIS FIRST VICTIM! yet so Far? Sun seems to be annoyed yet clearly unable to speak how he TRULLY feels..

I feel like New Eclipse is a desperate way to have drama again- since Ruin is not so interesting- never was (sorry bbgulr) he never was interesting.. BM is waaaay better villain.. and NewMoon acting like an ass is yet another desperate way to have comflicts on Solar and Sun- totally- Solar is two steps to have the inner monologe Sun had on the early days.. you remember anon?

[ikamigami]

Why Moon couldn't stop Sun?

Where do I start with this..?

Oh boy...

So, I'll start with Sun. He may seem to be stubborn about wanting to kill Eclipse. I get that, he doesn't want to listen to anyone. And people seem to think that Sun became evil because he's like Eclipse.

But don't you think that this is weird? Moon was right about that this is not like Sun. Sun doesn't act like that. Even though we know that this is Sun. And we know that Sun want to kill Eclipse to get rid of at least one of their problems... right? Technically, yes. Because I think that Sun wouldn't normally choose the option to kill Eclipse if it wasn't for Bloodmoon's death. And like I said Sun didn't expect BM to die that easily (Sun didn't know how much capacity nanomachines have). Even if he had a thought about killing their enemies, he knows it's a bad thing to do. So, I believe that Bloodmoon's death wasn't intentional on Sun's part.

Another thing is that Sun thinks that he's bad. He thinks that he's like Eclipse (or even worse). He feels responsible for Eclipse thus he thinks he should do something about Eclipse. And in this case it's to get rid of Eclipse. But why did Sun choose such drastic measure, so different from his way of actions? It's simple. He thinks he's evil. He killed BM. It proves to him that he's evil. So, why not go after Eclipse too? If he's on a bad side like many fans stated and like Lunar has said, why not at least try to use it for their advantage? Getting rid of Eclipse would be beneficial to all of them. So why not?

Also Moon couldn't stop Sun because Sun would go there anyway. Sun doesn't plan to go back to his brothers. He's bad so how could he live with them? When he finally accepted the fact that he's bad, he can't go back. Because to what? To continue ruining Moon's, Lunar's and everyone's lives. To keep making things worse. And not be able to help. To fix anything. This is also one of the main reasons why Sun chose option to kill. Because he tried everything and nothing ever worked. Despite the fact that he ruined everything or made everything worse. All of Sun's usual ways of acting were either useless or caused more problems.

Also Sun in order to prevent himself from ruining everything tried to act less like himself. That's why he started to act more like Moon. Besides Sun sees Moon as someone who is mature. For Sun, Moon is an impersonation of maturity. That's why when Moon said to Sun to "grow up" in their first fight, Sun understood it as that he should be less like himself and be more mature, just like Moon. That's why Sun started to hide his problems and became less clingy and he stopped showing that much affection. Because he thinks that showing too much affection is immature. And because of Sun's wrong understanding of maturity Sun said what he said to Lunar in their fight. Because that's what Sun learnt from Moon. He saw himself in Lunar and that's why he said Lunar will understand when he'll grow up. Sun didn't want to be mean to Lunar because he was angry. It was unintentional. He just gave Lunar the same advice Moon gave him. Sorry for this digression. Let's get back to the point. So, Sun changed but it turned out that it was still not enough. He was still as incompetent as before. And he still was making everything worse.

Sun felt that he tried everything at this point to prevent himself from ruining everything and nothing worked. He was at loss. He started losing hope that he'll ever be able to change. So, he thought to himself, why not finally accept the fact that he's evil. This was all really unfortunate. I mean that Sun has that thought about killing their enemies and then Bloodmoon came and he killed them (not intentionally imo). It was a turning point for Sun. He was no longer good in his own eyes. Or he could no longer pretend that he's good. Because how? When He killed someone. How can he still pretend that he's good. That's why I think Sun decided to go after Eclipse without planning to return back home. He doesn't belong there anymore, in his own eyes. He was hurting Moon for a very long time and now he also hurt Lunar. He can't stay with them anymore. I know that I'm repeating myself but I hope that you all will see my point.

And finally I'll talk about Sun and Moon talk in the forrest scene. I think many people didn't understand why Sun was so angry. Many people thought he was angry at Moon but that's not true. Many people thought he was angry that Moon wasn't truly there. But I think that he was glad that Moon wasn't there actually. I know that part of Sun still wanted for Moon to show up and stop him but at the same time Sun feels like he shouldn't hope for that. He doesn't deserve Moon's love and care. That's why I think Sun was upset while talking with Moon because Moon showed that he cares (because obviously he cares). Because if Moon didn't care or showed that he's dissapointed in Sun, it would be easier for Sun to let go of everything. To disappear. That's why I think that Sun said that Moon showed up just to insult him or be angry at him because that's what Sun was hoping for. But it didn't happen. So Sun tried to portray himself as someone truly awful. That's why I think Sun said that thing about not feeling anything after killing BM. I think Sun lied because he wanted for Moon to see him as a monster who doesn't regret anything. So when Sun will be gone, Moon could move on with his life. Because Moon shouldn't grieving after monster. That's why I also think that Sun seemed like he didn't care that Lunar left. To show Moon that he's cold-hearted and there is no reason for Moon to feel sorry for him or pity him.

Another thing is that Sun seemed so fixated on killing Eclipse and that he have to do it because I think that Sun wanted to at least to do something good for once at the end. He also said to Moon that he also feels responsible. I think he said that because Moon like always started to blame himself. Sun didn't want to listen to it because he doesn't think that Moon is one to blame. That's also why Sun was so upset.

I truly believe that Sun will try to kill himself. I know he probably won't be able to because he's a robot. But it's still very sad that he'll try to do it. Because it shows that Sun has serious mental issues.

And about Moon in all of this. I think that Moon could listen to Sun more in this conversation but I doubt it would change things that much. Maybe if Moon was there, then he could do something to stop Sun and Sun would feel more pressured to say what is truly on his mind. But I think that Sun still would try to force Moon to let him go.

That was truly a very tragic episode. Moon couldn't do much to stop Sun. But I hope that Moon won't give up on his own brother. He should know better because he knows Sun from the beginning. After all he spend his whole life with Sun.

[thatboxylady]

yknow one thing that's never really talked about is thrust's whole reaction to megatron nomming sparks like at a buffet- he's probably horrified for 2 reasons, one is that at any given point, that could be his spark, and if we know from how tankor had rhinox's memories, he probably knows from waspy's memories that megatron didn't really gave a damn about his own predacon troops so,, he's just worried he (and by extension strika and obsidian) could be next at any moment

OH my god. Sparkwar Part 3: The Siege. Holy shit.

I have. So many feelings about this scene.

For starters, this is my favorite scene in the series. It's so so so poignant that Thrust is the one who walks in on and witnesses Megatron's spark cannibalism for a fistful of reasons. He's the last of the Vehicon generals without his "own" spark at this point in the series, right? Strika and Obsidian aren't shell programs like he, Tankor, and Jetstorm were. Thrust is an outlier in the Spark War late S2 in terms of his origins and his relationship with his own borrowed spark [see: Waspinator]. Thrust's experiences are explicitly unique. He's a Transformer "pretender" without the one element that would make him a true Cybertronian, his own spark, and is therefore an outsider on the fringes of a dead society he could never be truly accepted in.

Waspinator calls Thrust a brooding loner once, and he was right. Thrust is a loner. He is alone. He has no friends (anymore), no future, and is objectively a slave when you take full consideration into how he has literally nowhere else to go. To abandon Megatron is to bring death on you. Where dying is concerned, every alternative is preferable...

SO, this very horrifying scene has so much more weight when viewed by Thrust. He has had Waspinator forcibly removed from him before. He knows exactly what it's like to be helpless and at the mercy of Megatron's influence, both through his own experiences as Thrust the shell program and Waspinator's sparkbound memories. Thrust has experienced Death Lite (c) having his spark extracted, and Waspinator remembers being a disembodied spark twice before with all the terror that comes with it. Thrust understands what those sparks Megatron consumes are going through as a result... right up to the point where Megatron slurps them up like a damn slushie. If sparks are meant to go to the Allspark when their time is up, what happens when they're more than just extinguished? What happens when they're just completely and utterly snuffed being absorbed into this monster that you've been following this whole time? Was that what he had planned for all of them?

For Tankor, a co-worker he regrets never getting to know?

For Jetstorm, a friend he regrets not keeping closer?

For him?

Look:

It's all in the eyes.

Thrust just had a terabyte sized epiphany within the span of about three seconds.

The Maximals are animals, but Thrust has realized, full stop, that Megatron is a goddamn monster. He's a beast machine with delusions of godhood about to be realized... and this is the moment that Thrust has come to grips that he's been locked the cage with him this whole time. It's one of the best show-don't-tell moments in the whole show and you FEEL how mortified Thrust is just by seeing it in his face.

Guess what else?

I also happen to hate this scene.

I hate this scene so very very very much, because this would have been the absolute best moment for Thrust to have a heel–face turn and defect to the Maximals... which doesn't happen. The BM writers gave Thrust an anti-hero status the second they labelled him as potentially being Silverbolt, right? When that storyline dropped off in favor of the whole left-field Waspinator gag, they didn't resolve it further than that... so, the avenue to make it come full circle right there and then was wide open. Thrust was, for all intents and purposes, still designated an anti-hero character with no resolution. He and Blackarachnia (and Jetstorm + Silverbolt by extension) never had their own personal story interconnected with one another resolved, either.

Thrust could have seen this moment of Megatron's true nature as a monster and used it to finally stand up against him.

To show Megatron that he's not just some slave worthy of being not just a drone, not just mindless, worthy of his own free will given to him.

To show the Maximals that he's not just a slightly better version of Waspinator.

To show Blackarachnia he's more than just the spark he carries, and that his choices to save her were all his.

To show Silverbolt... something. Anything that might make the other mech give him a sign that Jetstorm really is gone, that he wasn't betrayed, so that he might be able to move on.

Megatron's moment of absolute disregard for life, snuffing out light, could have been Thrust's moment to shine and find his own.

And Thrust wasn't allowed to take it.

And I'm sad about that.

But it's comforting to know that Thrust did recognize what was happening. Maybe in another timeline he uses that knowledge to do the heel-face turn he deserved and be part of the solution that finally brought Megatron down. The irony in that would have been so beautiful.

Megatron being destroyed by Optimus was Megatron simply getting his just deserts, but Megatron being destroyed with the assistance of Thrust would have been part of a desperately needed justice.

(I know a big bit that the writers talked about was BM being purposely all planned out and having everyone's stories wrap up nicely, but Thrust was done damn dirty. Jetstorm too, by extension. I will fight everyone on this to the death.)

I need to end this on a funny note though so lemme just say it's good that Jetstorm was dead because he would have looked at Thrust and whispered "I don't kinkshame biker boy but for vore I'm making a strong exception" in a terrified little voice, and Thrust would have reflexively punched him in the face as a kneejerk horror response.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

I knew I fucking forgot something….um anyways will paste that reply here LMFAO

I think this is my sign to go read that fic and see if I have any ideas but the moment you said killing I was like oh. And there go a majority of the options LMFAOO but lowk….nah I’ll just read it first I mean surely there could be someone besides Kaiser too…maybe if you set it in a slightly alternate universe? I should definitely go read that first though LOL (so true though tabieitaken just too mature ugh)

Ok and then my reply because I forgot to hit send earlier smh

Omg nooo wait stay safe on the plane!! Idk if they still like give peanuts as snacks regularly but

100k words in one month is truly insane omg even in my most productive times I don’t think I’d reach the equivalent of getting that much done HAHAHA

No fr like please I was my hair and I do normal things I wear

And omg I passed by someone else’s brief analysis post and they were like “how bad do their parents have to be that Rin can’t even remember their eyes” WHAT I hadn’t thought of if being like a compelte flashback through Rin’s eyes but that’s certainly a really interesting take!! And definitely seen a lot floating around of how Sae is so mature and also how neglected they had to be for Sae to be like that at like 7 years old….

Also I forgot that’s how it worked irl tbh I don’t actually watch sports all that much LMAO Ooh that would be interesting but if we get stuck in BM with basically only Isagi on screen I think I’d lose it HAHA

FR MANIFESTING SO HARD

-Karasu anon

HAHHAA NO LITERALLY like i’m sorry i cannot imagine nagi or karasu being down for murder 😭 again the killing aspect makes more sense in the context of the story (it’s not fully set in modern times + jujutsu society in general is crazy) but even then it would be SUCH a huge stretch to make for their characters 😔 atm i can only think of kaiser and maybe barou??? but barou is a bit too serious for the role too…ig that’s easier to workaround but still 😓 and omg if you read it don’t be too surprised it’s a bit of a crazy story truly anything was getting written as i figured out what i wanted out of the story!! plus a lot of plot points seem random without future context…it was very much meant to be a story that has a completely diff tone/meaning upon rereading it!! but then i never finished it so no one gets the experience of knowing the ending and reading the beginning (except me)

luckily planes are pretty stringent abt avoiding allergens nowadays! all peanut stuff is pretty wrapped up/contained to lessen the chance of cross contamination 😩🙏🏻 when i was a kid i was allergic to eggs as well…now THAT was a headache LMAOAO but thankfully i grew out of it

i’m a pretty fast writer when i have motivation (my most popular story for aot i finished the main story in a month and that was 173k words soooo) HAHA i respect people who update slowly and consistently but with me it’s literally as soon as i’ve written and proofread the chapter it’s getting posted so i have no set schedule (also why i literally have no clue when i’m going to update because like if i knew i’d just finish the chapter and post atp 😭)

yes that was the vibe i was getting where his parents are just completely irrelevant to him compared to sae…the itoshis are like weirder and more confusing the more we learn abt them ngl 😓 but honestly them being neglectful makes sense considering sae and rin’s egoist bible entries…like wdym sae never saw his report card because he was so busy with soccer?? what parents gives ZERO fucks abt their kid’s grades to that extent?? even if he’s a soccer prodigy like what if he gets injured he’ll have no backup plan if he’s barely literate 😭

honestly i don’t really watch sports much either!! i’ve never been into them literally all of my knowledge is off of tik tok 😰 i’ve been getting irl soccer edits because of my many saved bllk ones…idk how to tell my fyp that the soccer part is largely irrelevant to me HAHAAH but yeah to my knowledge that’s how it works!! agreed though if anything i hope that they mix up which characters get offers from which clubs so we have a bit of a diff cast if that’s the direction they go in 😩

[littlemissferret]

02 ,, malewife material

series : BASTARDS IN MÜNCHEN <parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05>

sypnosis: you made an observation on your fellow teammate

no prns used (reader). bm academy timeline. cw: delulu reader. angy ness.

“Yoohoo, over here!” You call for Ness by your locker. “There’s still small puddles of water here. Every second you ignore them, there’s a minuscule patch of mold starting to grow.”

The boy spares you a glare with his back turned the other way, his now-rigid movements become prominent as he shakily yells out, “That’s because your hair is still wet and dripping all over the place, you-!”

“Well, what can I do? I just got out of the shower.”

“Oh, well. You can, you know, DRY YOUR HAIR PROPERLY??”

“Paaaassss,” you sing, successfully pissing him off further. “It's less work for me to let it air dry. Besides, you’re the one on cleaning duty today, so you’re cleaning after me whether you like it or not. Got that?” Not even bothering to glance at the fuming boy, you start scrolling on your phone.

You must be sooo talented, having pissed off someone as patient and tolerant as Ness. Well, he can storm off to the hallway if he wants to. So why’s he still here, mopping the trail of water that you’ve brought in from the showers?

According to your genius- It must be because he, despite always nagging and yelling at you, is totally into you!

Yeah, it's the only reliable reason you can think of. You gave yourself a self-satisfied nod. He must be sooo hooked on you that he just can’t seem to leave you alone. He could be anywhere else right now but he’s in the locker rooms with you? Right when you’re fresh out of the showers? Oh, Ness, you sly dog.

“I wasn’t even supposed to be in here cleaning after your mess!” Ness complains, huffing and taking a small break, “I’m on bedroom cleaning duty! Kaiser just wanted to switch with me, that’s all.. Locker rooms are too dusty and stuffy for him to clean,” he continues, voice getting softer at the mention of his new friend. He then scowls at you and continues mopping the wet floor after a moment of silence.

“If I could leave the locker rooms unattended without getting him in trouble, I would’ve left the moment I saw you in here.”

Aww, and now he’s using Kaiser as an excuse to spend time with you. Well, luckily for him, you wouldn’t mind an adorably shy boy like him.

“I don’t understand how you always manage to be such a nuisance. You’re always out doing and saying things to inconvenience me, are you doing it on purpose!?”

Oh, now he’s saying that notices you and your efforts to spend time with him too! That’s cute, it shows that he pays great attention to you.

“-and, AND you always barge in Kaiser and I’s conversations like you’re part of it! Or anyone’s conversations for that matter! What’s worse is when you do, it’s always pure nonsense that you spout-”

He’s so scrunkly when he’s angrily rambling. Face scrunched up and brows furrowed so deeply that you think he might age 10 years after this.. small disagreement, ends.

“-HEY, are you even listening?”

You sigh lovingly(?) as you cross your arms and smile (eerily) at him. He shudders at the display.

“Seriously, cut that out. Wh.. What’s up with your face? Why’re you staring at me like that? Cut it out, you’re giving me the creeps.”

“Aww, am I giving you the heebie jeebies?” Your smile gets wider as you watch him back up further away from where you’re standing.

His face immediately twists into an ugly scowl at that, “Stop that! See, this is what I’m talking about- you never contribute anything relevant to our conversations, yet you’re so insistent on talking! Do you speak because you just like hearing your own voice, or what?”

You cock your head to the side and raise a brow at that, “Not at all. That’s definitely something Kaiser would love, though.”

“Why’s he even brought into this conversation!?” Ness asks, like the hypocrite he is. Apparently a forgetful one too, as he was the first to mention the currently-absent blond.

You’ll spare him that embarrassment, though. So you just shrug. Anything for your new pookie. Can't have him too angry at you now, can we?

He sighs at your nonchalance, and proceeds to continue his cleaning- now using a wet rag to clean the benches in the room. “You don’t make any sense, you know? I don’t get you at all.” What a weirdo you are. He can’t wait to get his cleaning done and go lie down on his bed to replenish all the wasted energy he spent on talking to you.

You only grin at the sight of him tirelessly cleaning and shining the bench.

“You’re so malewife material. Can you cook, too?”

Ness decides that he wouldn’t try to understand you even if he could.

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i live for delusional men, but for this- i'll make reader the delulu one (inspired by one of my irl's behavior smh)

- love how kaiser is not even involved but gets mentioned anyways bcuz its (u &) ness - my blog kinda messy im still learning how 2 tumblr, sorry pookies

[manifestashi]

Hi, Rona?

How are you doing? How does it feel to become a “sarjana” finally, particularly a Sarjana Filsafat? Does it weigh your crown with the S.Fil title assigned behind your name? Nonetheless, your hard work paid off, ya, at the end. Proud is an understatement indeed.

Anyway, congratulations, My Blush of Lust! Cool dudes must have finished college in 3.5 years and you are certainly one of them.

Gue sama sekali nggak tahu gimana cara mengawali sebuah surat—oh, more like, I don’t even know how to write it at all. But I’ll try my best, so please bear with me ya, Na.

After all, I want to assure you (once again) that nothing is going on between me and Nadja, me and Yuna, or would you mention more and more other random girls? Yet deep inside my heart, I’m fully aware that it was all my fault. Blame it on me, Na. The way we could not work out … the issues were on me—however, I do wish for us to work out, though.

Oh, where should I begin to address the “girls” matter? Maybe I’ll start with Nadja since I assumed she’s the major reason why you’re pissed off these days—right?

Waktu itu gue lagi BM mi ayam banget, khususnya Mi Ayam Ungaran—tapi sayang udah abis. Terus gue kepikiran jalan agak jauh buat cari mi ayam lain, tapi waktu itu lo nggak bisa nemenin karena ada persiapan sempro sama event Tiktok apa gitu. Dan kebetulan, di sekre BEM saat itu ada Nadja yang mau pulang ke rumah orang tuanya di Semarang. Ada acara mendadak katanya.

Wait, calm down. Biasanya Nadja naik travel dari pool deket kampus, tapi pas itu kehabisan. Jadi ya, sekalian deh, pulang dari Candi Borobudur, Nadja akhirnya berangkat dari pool di Magelang. I can see it might hurt you in many possible ways. I’m really sorry. Gue sadar, niat untuk membantu ternyata nggak semua harus direalisasikan.

Terus terkait Yuna. Again, I guess it’s our different perspectives toward the boundaries. Gue pikir interaksi gue sama Yuna ya, sewajarnya temen biasa, temen BEM dan temen satu fakultas. Gue ngerti banget, di mata lo nugas bareng dan makan bareng, sampai pulang bareng itu terlalu kelewatan. Gue harap kita bisa berdiskusi lebih lanjut tentang ini secara baik-baik.

Terakhir, masalah temen KKN. Pure my dumbness. Misal gue bawa-bawa masalah love language gue yang dominan physical touch-quality time apalah, udah seharusnya gue nggak menjalin hubungan seintim itu sama dia. I’m not going to defend myself this time. Tapi itu semua udah selesai, Na. Sekarang ini, gue udah nggak ada siapa-siapa, just in case.

Na, you have no idea how our 3 AM conversations are still stuck in my mind. Thank you for accompanying me throughout most of my lonely time. I wouldn’t be able to survive college without you. I hope the world treats you and us nicely, ya.

Speaking of us, you gave me talks that I didn’t get enough of, Na. Let’s have more, okay? Artemy for the second time, maybe? Promise I'll bring my own Dunia Sophie next time. I'll also be delighted if we could savor another Malatax lunch or Jalan Persatuan dinner :)

Well, I wish you the best of luck in your next endeavors. I am sure you'll achieve everything that you deserve like you always used to.

The bottom line is, that you must live a happier life than me.

That’s all, I’m going to end here. Please remember that I cherish you a lot—more than as a friend. I really do.

— JH

[lisacatara-actress]

Almost Lisa: Pt 12,   “Almost bit the Apple”

*I retain all rights to my photography and story, story details, biographical information, fashion designs, art work, and anything and everything I have posted which is my own creation*)

“If I can make it There, I’ll make it Anywhere!”

It was suggested to me online that I revisit my journey in New York City leading up to my early career in music. NY has always been such a vibrant, exciting city, full of energy and so much culture. Understandably, it's enticing to hear about. I've been giving that a lot of thought because it's unhealthy to dwell in some of the events surrounding 9/11 and what ultimately ended my singing and Broadway aspirations. But I've also remembered countless individual experiences and conversations leading up to and during that time in my life which have been interesting to revisit.

To get to New York State initially was quite the undertaking and began my senior year of high school. Dr. Jim Bane, director of Band at Cleveland Heights High School, was a strong positive influence in my pursuing my music ambitions. Jim was incredibly supportive and encouraging of my musical pursuits. When I was accepted into Eastman, Jim allowed me to spend my lunch time, every day, in his office, dialing for scholarship applications and grants so that I could attend. Without his help, I surely would have gone to Baldwin Wallace in Ohio, which offered me a full ride (boy, was that a conversation with my parents, lol). It was also Jim Bane who introduced me to the Cleveland Youth Wind Symphony where I served as principal flutist for the three years. The CYWS was the symphony I later sang with, post 9-11, in Severance Hall. The last performance of my career before ultimately losing my voice.

In 1997 (whoa...!) I graduated from the distinguished Eastman School Of Music with a BM in Voice and began driving every week from Rochester to Manhattan for one hour lessons with the incredibly revered and talented John Mace and Richard Dorr. How I survived this year-plus, exhausting pilgrimage is beyond me. I suppose youthful determination was the key. But what wasn’t happening was my ability to find a permanent place to live in NYC.  Here I was, with opportunity in front of me, but no where to live in one of the most expensive cities in the world. I was marching all over Manhattan- on foot- looking for work with my self-manifested modeling portfolio and fashion designs (the ones I was penning during rehearsals) in hand. At some point, I briefly befriended a restaurant owner who was good friends with the then uber-popular fashion designer Elie Tahari. He got me a meeting with the designer. Wow!

I’ll never forget, after waiting nearly an hour for our meeting, the sight while sitting in Elie Tahari’s offices, when the elevator doors finally opened to Ellie with three of his staff flanking him, all on phones and scribbling things down, sweeping through the foyer and into a nearby room, filled with fabric bolts. I was called to go in and meet him, ready to show my fashion designs. Elie motioned for me to sit next to him as a fit model in a nice pair of denim jeans paced back and forth in front of us. I knew he was squeezing me in and I was happy for it. Then he asked for my book and leafed through my designs, still conducting business with his team. A few “mm hmms” later, he handed me back my book and stated “you’re an illustrator”. Now, granted my designs were more intricate than the modern, streamlined brand he was famous for, but I did fancy myself capable of designing what I penned. Elie asked me to stand and turn around for him. Said maybe he could use me as a fit model. But- fit as I was- I was only 5′5″. Oh well. A few years later, I’d begun framing and selling my fashion illustrations to private collectors and fashion enthusiasts. Thank you Elie! But I’d still love to do something with the thousands of original designs I’ve created which- currently- live in volumes, in boxes.

Through the restaurateur, I was also introduced to a statuesque and shapely transwoman named Octavia. She was sassy, very New York, and a hoot to behold. She invited me to what would have been my first drag show (don’t worry, I enjoyed many once I got to Hollywood), but I stopped spending time with them after the owner did a line of coke behind my back with his buddy. Not my scene.

Also in New York, I was interviewed at FHM Magazine as an emerging talent. I did my face and hair nice, put on a cute outfit and marched up to the building just as the door opened and an entourage of 13 or so poured out, surrounding another up and comer, Jennifer Lopez. When I got into the room, the interviewer was already making decisions to print her interview. He sat in front of me, half paying attention. The wall behind him displayed photos of The Spice Girls, tacked on it in a row. They would be printed in the next months publication. I was clearly “no one”. This is one of those memories which make me angry over missed time. I got a late start on my dreams. Had I broken free of that despicable, controlling boss years earlier, who knows if I would have been walking out of a major magazine interview, with an entourage, launching my own singing career/ empire.

I just found a note to myself entitled “the German” and giggled remembering this next part of my New York  experience. While subletting a room in a railway apartment on the upper West Side, my “roommate”- a fun, quirky voice over talent also named Lisa- and I shared a few interesting moments together wherever the third roommate subletted her room out to subsidize her portion of rent. On one occasion, the subleasee was a German man (maybe early 30′s) who was in the States on a grant to research Death. Some institution had bestowed financial resources upon this already odd and terse man so that he could sit bedside and watch people pass away, and involve himself in things which brought him closer to understanding Death and the Human condition as it deals with it’s own demise. Needless to say, I avoided conversations with the guy (as did Lisa 2.0). Sometimes, they were unavoidable, and there we're no witnesses.

One night, German dude caught me solo in the apartment and began to discuss his research. He told me of an art exhibit he’d attended where the entrance way was flanked by two naked people (a man and a woman). You couldn't enter without turning your body to the side. He enjoyed (too much) speculating about which way I might turn to enter, sizing me up and down to see how I might react to his inquiry. Then he mentioned another, earlier, exhibit by a controversial performance artist who publicized a disclaimer that whatever happened to her during the performance was her will. Upon a long table in the room were various items attendees could “use” to interact with her: scissors, rope, paint, a boa, various knives, tape, a loaded gun... The German declared he would enjoy using the knife on this artist, and explained his fascination with her Work, while moving uncomfortably closer to me and making slashing gestures at my torso with an imaginary knife. I did not move a single muscle. It was at this moment that Lisa 2.0 came home and walked into our living room- eyes wide- and asked “how’s it going?”. Both Lisa’s were thrilled the next night when The German called to say he wouldn’t be coming home because he was arrested for jumping a subway turnstile. Guess that’s legal in Europe.

(For the record, that Artist he adored was the infamous Marina Abramović. The work was “Rhythm 0″ which - I recall- ended with a loaded gun pointed at the artists head.)

Ahhhhhhh... I Love New York.

      (To be continued...)

(PS If you like what you're reading, I welcome contributions to the efforts via Venmo  @LTarantinoDesigns)

[star1117-archives]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩

➵ Pairing : OT8 x Fem!Y/N

➵ Genre : Fluff + Suggestive

➵ W.C : 1604

➵ Warnings : Mentions of sex, Jealousy/Jealous sex, Insinuated sex, Marking, Mentions of tits/dicks etc.

➵ A/N : Originally ordered differently so I didn’t even realise it goes from suggestive to fluff

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

When Seonghwa gets out the shower after a frustrating day, only to hear you fangirling about Shownu to your friend, it’s the last straw for him. He comes out with only a pair of boxers on, walking towards your oblivious figure.

“I mean, come on, can someone give their stylist a raise? They’re feeding us too well with pants like that.”

Seonghwa crawled across the bed, putting his legs either side of you before starting to kiss your neck softly. He leaned into your ear, nibbling and kissing it. When you moaned quietly, he chuckled darkly before taking your phone.

“Hwa what-”

“Yeah, sorry she’s gonna have to call you back later, I have…”

Seonghwa stopped to look at you with a smirk.

“Stuff to do.”

Seonghwa hung up the phone and threw it before holding your waist tightly, playing with the hem of your shorts.

“If it wasn’t clear, you’re stuff.”

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

When Hongjoong asks you to bring his spare headphones to the studio, he wasn’t expecting it to be near the start of EXO’s comeback. It was even more infuriating that after saying he wants you to stay, all he can hear is you fangirling. It’s not as if you didn’t tell him you’d go home, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse for him.

“Excuse me Sir do not bite your lip at me Kai. Oh no you cannot grind on the floor like that- wha- the disrespect-”

Not able to take it anymore, Hongjoong grabbed your phone and turned it off, startling you before your anger settled in.

“What’s your problem Joong? I said i’d go watch it at ho-”

Hongjoong grabbed your thighs before placing you on top of the table you were leaning on, pulling your head slightly back so he had full access to your neck and collarbone. He ran his tongue over the defined shape of one of your bones, smirking against your skin when he felt you gulp.

“Don’t ever lust over any other guy again in front of me or behind my back, got it?”

Your brain was too overloaded with so many complex sensations that you couldn’t form words. Hongjoong bit into your sweet flesh, leaving a small bruise and making you gasp.

“Answer me or i swear to god, i’ll fuck you right here and now and put it on a track. Do you think your lovely Kai would like to listen to your moans, Babygirl?”

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Although my guy is usually a gentle giant, it really pissed Yunho off to see you so focused Ten’s exposed chest in the Bad Alive music video. what really got him angry though, was when you visibly tensed at his hip thrusts. The man stares at you the whole time, jealously fixated on your every move. The last straw, however, was when he noticed you tightly grip your thigh with a pained smile. He abruptly stands up from his seat, slightly startling you before walking quickly from the chair he was sitting on to the couch where you lay.

“Y-yunho?”

Yunho was too angry to process words, roughly picking you up and placing you on his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me do-”

Your words were cut short by a hard slap on your ass. Embarrassment making your face burn, you relaxed in Yunho’s grip, letting him carry you to your bedroom without any fuss. Yunho let you drop onto the soft bedding before pinning your hands above your head with one of his large hands, the other busy roaming your figure. You protested a bit, moaning when Yunho tightly gripped your thigh. He silenced you with a hungry kiss before pulling away and smirking.

“It seems like you’ve forgotten who makes you such a mess, Princess.”

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Yeosang wouldn’t be too stressed out by your fangirling over BM from Kard, and would probably just tease you about it. That is, until you started screaming about his tits to your friend on a call after he just finished cooking dinner. He just stands there, patiently waiting for you to finish.

“Boy do not get me started on his tiddies… i know right! They’re so big.. Mhm I lowkey wanna buy the Big Tiddie Gang jumper but Sangie won’t let me-”

When you turned and saw Yeosang crossing his arms while frowning at you, you gulped and stuttered out a goodbye.

“A-alright San, listen i’ll have to call you later.. Mhm, talk to you soon.”

“So.. you really like his… ‘tiddies’ then?”

Your eyes widened, surprised Yeosang had even heard that. You stood up and walked to where he was leaning on the dining table.

“H-how much did you hear?”

“I walked in on.. what was it? ‘Big dick gang suits him better’?”

You gulped as Yeosang trapped you with his arms, leaning in as his expression darkened, eyes clouded with a mix of jealousy and lust.

“B-babe?”

“Why do you always have to be so needy? Ugh that put me right off dinner, you know what i want to eat now?”

You dumbly shook your head, sharply inhaling as Yeosang grabbed your chin, rubbing his thumb over your lip. He leaned in closer, you lips centimetres away from touching. As you closed your eyes expectantly, Yeosang chuckled and pulled away.

“I’m suddenly craving chicken. Can you put the food in the fridge for tomorrow while i go order?”

𝐒𝐚𝐧

When San walked in on you screaming over Taeyong in a crop top it was clear to see my guy was very jealous. He’d probably make a loud ass noise in the hallway so you know he’s home. He’d then walk into the front room and unbutton his shirt a lil before fanning himself, manspreading as he runs a hand through his hair. When he sees how quiet you’ve gotten he’d smirk a lil before pulling you onto his lap and turning the video off.

“Hey! i was watching that!”

You rolled your eyes and tried to squirm off San’s lap. He held your waist down however, gripping tighter when you strained again.

“Why do you need to watch him when i’m right here?”

“That’s not the point, San. Why are you being weird about it?”

Because i just found my girlfriend drooling over another man!”

“I don’t know why i put up with this bullshit!”

You tried to get up again but this time San let you fall to the couch before pinning your arms. He leans in close to your ear, trapping your body underneath his as he whispered in a sultry tone.

“Well, maybe you need reminding why you’re with me instead of him.”

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Mingi would probably be pretty calm about you fangirling over Felix, but when you bite your lip when he lifts his shirt, it starts to become something else. He’d at first be annoyed by it, thinking stuff like “what’s so sexy about that? i got my tits out at MAMA 2019.” Then he’d start getting a lil self-conscious and start hugging you tightly.

“What’s this for baby?”

You started giggling as Mingi pouted, burying his face into your neck.

“Can i not cuddle my lovely girlfriend? Or are you too focused on Felix right now?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, turning to the big baby that was pouting while back-hugging you.

“Are you really getting jealous over some guy on the tv? Come here silly.”

You pulled Mingi in for a slow and sweet kiss before breaking away and smilling at him.

“Besides, your tits are better.”

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Out of everyone, Woo is the least bothered by you fangirling. He knows who you decide to kiss goodnight at the end of everyday and no one else can touch that. He may even fanboy/cheer with you if it’s someone he knows/likes. Which is how you two somehow ended up talking about pink mullet Yeonjun and him in crop tops and him in puma and can’t you see me.

“Yesss, pop off Yeonjun! It’s zumba time!”

You got up and danced to txt’s MMA 2020 performance, knowing the moves off by heart. Wooyoung got up and joined you, following the simple actions.

“Hey Y/N! Watch this!”

Wooyoung tried to show off by doing a handstand but fell onto the couch. You bursted into laughter, Wooyoung joining in after sitting up. He then pulled a still-laughing you onto his lap and cuddled you, kissing every inch of your face.

“I love making you laugh, Babe.”

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Jongho would be the most insecure due to your fangirling, biting his lip and watching silently as you tried to keep your fangirling to a minimum, knowing it upset him. I mean, he’s the one who put on the SHINee performance, surely he can’t get mad at you for staring when Minho ripped his shirt open. When you turned and saw Jongho’s hurt expression, you immediately turned off the video and put on Ateez’s 2020 MAMA performance, oohing and aahing whenever he came on the screen, making him smile and giggle cutely.

“Ahh, Jongho! Why did you have to wink like that?! The butterflies-”

Jongho laughed loudly at your comment, kissing your cheek and laying his head on your lap as you absentmindedly played with his hair, too focused on the screen.

“That high-note has me dead, Baby! How do you always sing like that, dance challenging choreos and still look like a complete snack?!”

“Probably because i know my girl is watching and loves it this much.”

You smiled down warmly at him as he cupped your cheek, pulling you in for another kiss.

“You really are the only thing keeping me together, Y/N.”

[drwcn]

ok but for fem!wwx au does lan zhan believe the rumours? and if so what does that mean for the whole 'i birthed him with my own body!' cause lan zhan did the maths and was like 'no it was just the once and this child is too old' but if he thinks he was just one in a line does he go back to bm after nightless city to rescue a kid he thinks is wei ying's but with another man? does he spend the three years in seclusion cursing every jin whose name he remembers as cowards only to step out, take one look at sizhui, and have an 'oh. i know why wei ying was so determined to save wen qionglin' moment???

Answer:  Haha, nah, Lan Wangji was fairly sure Sizhui wasn’t Wei Ying’s, for several reasons. One, Wen Yuan was born before the wen remnants even went to the Burial Mount. Lan Wangji saw the small child amongst the escape party that rainy night at the  concentration camp. Also, Wen Ning was several years younger than them, which would make it kind of weird if he were the dad. Before Wen Ning became the Ghost General, everyone just knew him as Wen Qing’s kid brother.  Lan Wangji, however, absolutely believed Jiang Yan to be Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian’s child even before Wei Wuxian was resurrected... 

《the midnight sun》 — 

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midnight sun [snippet 7]

When Yan’er turned ten, Jiang Cheng decided it was time for her to accompany him to Cultivation Conferences. Most sect heirs began their training this way; Jiang Cheng still remembered his first time, trailing nervously in Jiang Fengmian’s wake. 

Heiresses, in comparison, were few and far between. Even head disciples were rarely girls. Jiang Wanyin had no children. His head disciple was his heiress, and his heiress was Jiang Yueqian (江月千). 

长烟一空 - when the smoke clears; 皓月千里 - the moon casts a thousand miles of light 浮光跃金 - which dances upon the water, golden 静影沉壁 - the shadow of the moon itself like jade underwater*

A jade underwater indeed.

“Shifu.”

Speaking of the devil, here she comes, walking measuredly down the long stairs of Jinlintai towards Jiang Cheng, the epitome of an obedient, filial disciple. It had only been a day and Jiang Yan already had the world fooled. Only Jiang Cheng knew how impossibly obstinate and utterly uncontrollable she was when her mind was fixed.

"Ah, Jiang-zongzhu, this is..." Spotting her, Lan Xichen glanced beyond his shoulder, the question dangling in the sentence he did not deem necessary to finish.

Unbeknownst to Lan Xichen, the child that made her way over was his niece by blood. Jiang Cheng was acutely aware that Yan'er actually resembled Lan Wangji a great deal, and despite having weighed the risks and gains against each other repeatedly before deciding to bring Jiang Yan along, now he was no longer so certain in his calculations. Lan Xichen was not a simple peasant; what if he detected a trace or a hint of her heritage between the furrow of her brows or the curve of her eyes? What if...

Jiang Cheng turned, raising an arm towards Jiang Yan, an introduction ready, but whatever words he had prepared in advance died on on his tongue when he laid eyes on the girl. Suddenly, he was no longer worried that others would suspect her to be Lan Wangji's child.

There was a red ribbon in her hair.

Yan'er stopped at a polite distance from the two older men and bowed in perfect form.

Jiang Cheng's heart stuttered violently in his chest at the sight of that red ribbon falling sideway over her small shoulder. If souls could travel, his would have left him in an instant. He stood in disincorporated panic, wrestling with the nauseating sensation of being ripped from his reality and tossed so far into the distant past that he felt whole again.

"Shifu, Lan-zongzhu." Yan'er greeted.

Shifu. Lan-zongzhu. In another world, another life, she would not need to be so formal. She could easily bound up to them, carefree, cooing jiujiu and bobo and ask to be bailed out from whatever trouble she caused.

Instead, he was only her shifu, and Lan Xichen, a stranger in her life. It would be laughable, if fate had not dealt them each such a wretched hand.

Jiang Cheng stepped towards her. “Where did you get this?” 

Jiang Yan looked up in surprise, her hand reaching up and making an aborted motion to touch the red ribbon in her hair.

“Qin-shenshen gave it to me. Is it not nice?” 

Qin Su. Jiang swallowed down a sigh of relief. Earlier, the Jin servants had sent word that Jin-fu'ren had baked treats for Jin Ling, and the boy had wasted no time dragging his favourite person - his Yan'er jiejie - to his aunt's place with him. Clearly, Qin Su had seized the opportunity to dote on the girl in place of the daughter she never had. Qin Su meant well. She couldn't have known. She's never even met Wei Wuxian.

In this state, Jiang Cheng could barely bring himself to look at his disciple, but he forced himself nonetheless to kneel and tuck an errant strand of baby hair behind her ear. “Very pretty.” 

Yan'er smiled.

Jiang Cheng could cry.

They'd been lucky thus far. Yunmeng's Jiang-xiao-guniang was born a taciturn girl who did not like to smile or laugh, not even when she was expected to for polite society. Whether she was happy or sad, one would be hard pressed to tell. Only in front of her master Jiang Cheng or her Jin Ling-didi did she elect to reveal the full expanse of her emotions. Yet, whenever Jiang Cheng bore witness to that smile as warm and incandescent as sunlight, he could not help but shudder somewhere deep. Recalling the radiant days of years gone by, he could still see - every time he closed his eyes - his er-shijie smiling at him in the very same fashion.

Aiyo, Jiang Cheng ~

So...they'd been very lucky thus far, that Yan'er was not so like her mother in that way, not so free and generous with her smiles. Or else this devastating secret —Wei Wuxian's only wish — would not be able to withstand the test of time.

"Very pretty, Yan'er." He reaffirmed. "Did you thank Jin-furen?"

"I did."

Jiang Cheng stood and turned back to face Lan Xichen, and realized they were being joined by two others: Lan Qiren and Lan Wangji. The latter of two stared directly down at Jiang Yan, visibly stricken and unblinking, as though he'd just seen a ghost. After all, he had often been on the receiving end of that signature smile once upon a time. It was probably not a smile he'd ever expected to see again in this life.

In hindsight, perhaps Jiang Cheng should have made Yan'er wear her uniform like all the other disciples instead of her favourite indigo robes.

“Ah, Wangji, shufu -” Lan Xichen was quick to react, sensing animosity brewing in the disquiet that stretched taut between his younger brother and his fellow sect master. "Jiang-zongzhu, perhaps you would introduce us?"

The First Jade smiled kindly down at Yan'er. She returned his kindness with a polite nod.

Lan Wangji finally dragged his gaze up to meet Jiang Cheng's, a rarity since their violent parting at Nevernight. The venerated Hanguang-jun had developed a habit of pretending that Jiang Wanyin of Lotus Pier did not exist at all. He probably preferred, dreamed of it even, if Jiang Cheng had been one to fall of the cliff that day. He probably hated himself for not shoving him into the molten abyss when he could to avenge the love of his life.

Love. What did Lan Wangji know of love? Jiang Cheng sneered inwardly. One did not compromise one's love and abandon her, ill and with child, to bleed out alone in a cave tainted by demonic spirits.

One did not watch idly as one's love and her people are reduced to ashes for the power and greed of men either....

Jiang Cheng buried the offending thought, too familiar with Wen Qing's ghost that still haunted him in his moments of weakness. Without breaking gaze, he laid a hand on the crown of Jiang Yan's head and said, "This is my first disciple, Jiang Yan, Jiang Yueqian."

"Yueqian greets Zewu-jun, Lan-lao-xiansheng, Hanguang-jun."

Jiang Cheng watched as the icy fire within Lan Wangji's eyes flicker, fizzle, and extinguish entirely. Jiang Cheng's vague silence had allowed him the space to make his assumptions, and he had assumed the most insane explanation.

Is it so difficult for you, wondered Jiang Cheng. To believe that she could be yours? So impossible, that you would choose to doubt Wei Wuxian instead?

Fine.

Hanguang-jun. The venerated Second Jade of Gusu. That's all you'll ever be. Yan'er will never call you Father.

Jiang Cheng decided he had spent enough time today making nice. "Zewu-jun, it's getting late. If nothing else, I will be taking my leave. The conference continues tomorrow. I will see you then. Yan'er, come."

Yan'er bowed again to the senior cultivators, perfectly well-mannered. A dash of surprise crossed those bright eyes, however, when Jiang Cheng took her hand to lead her away. She followed wordlessly, trusting him, and did not look back once at the Lans she left behind.

Now that Yan'er was out in society, there would surely be rumours. No matter. Rumours were nothing Jiang Wanyin could not withstand. How ironic, indeed, that this was to be his lot in life.

For the first time, Jiang Cheng felt he could understand his father.

Note:

The poem is from the Song dynasty, by poet 范仲淹 from his work 《岳阳楼记》

Jiang Cheng of course is also working off a lot of assumptions about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's relationship. He has his reasons for hating and blaming Lan Wangji, but not all the blame is deserved.

[darlingmulti]

Yes, Chef (Chef!Seokjin x Waitress! Y/N)

Description-

You work as a waitress in a crummy restaurant in the middle of hick-ville. One day, a handsome new chef comes in and changes the scenery. Chef Jin is hot and talented and you immediately fall head over heels for him. Despite his good looks, the two of you don't get along. There is never a moment where the two of you don't fight. One night after you clock out, your grabbed, and end up in the back room... pressed against Jin's hot body? Will your fantasy finally become reality?

Pairing- Chef!Seokjin X Waitress!Y/N

Rating- 18+

Word count- 10.3k

Genre- smut, angst, slice of life, romance, fluff, enemies to lovers

Warnings- choking, degradation, teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of force, fingering, heavy clit play, nipple play, overstimulation, begging, marking, scratching, biting, masturbation, squirting, praise, spanking, groping, tummy bulge, swearing, hate sex

Playlist-

Grind me Down (Jawster Remix) by Jawster, Liliana Wilde

Flesh by Simon Curtis

Eager by AK diorr., BM

Go Fuck yourself by Two Feet

Piano by Max Changmin

Note-

Shoutout to my bestie @evie3511 for beta reading and helping with the summary!

Teaser-

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

“You keep fighting with me,” You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasn’t one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.

He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, “I want you so bad,” He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.

Before you could think you were replying, “I want you too,” the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.

You leaned tiredly against the cooler in the kitchen at work, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through your instagram feed. Work had been an absolute nightmare today, though slow there were several tiny rushes throughout the day, and just when you thought you could leave one of the servers called in.

The managers had begged you to stay, citing how you were the best server, and they couldn’t possibly do it without you. After agreeing now all you could do was regret it, even if you might make some extra money it just wasn’t really worth it to you with how tired you were… not to mention dealing with people… ew.

“Y/N!!!” Your close friend, Jessie, could be heard squealing from across the kitchen excitedly, running over and grabbing your arm, “Did you hear the news??”

“What news?” You asked curiously, looking up lazily from your phone and raising your eyebrows.

“There’s a new cook!! He’s upstairs right now apparently!” She exclaimed, eyes shining brightly at the prospect of fresh meat. This was a restaurant after all, the majority of employees were female, any man was sized up by all of the girls as soon as he crossed the threshold. You tried your best not to do that, having given up on the prospect of meeting any good guys here. No matter what there was always a prettier server, or the guy had some fatal flaw, sometimes he didn’t even stay for more than a couple weeks.

“Oh wow,” you said, unenthused, your eyes trailing back to your phone screen, thumb poised to resume scrolling.

“I’ve heard he’s suuuuper hot, and- get this, he’s foreign!” She squealed excitedly, jumping up and down like a child.

“Jessie, come on. Why would a foreigner want to come work here? Who told you he was hot??” You asked, looking back up to indulge your dramatic friend.

“I don't know why, but he’s definitely foreign.. Well he apparently lived in Korea for a couple years.” she said thoughtfully, and then looked back to you to answer the next question, “He was here a couple days ago to get shown around, Elaina told me all about him. I guess she got to talk with him a little bit, she said he’s hot.”

Elaina was the restaurant's biggest slut, always finding new guys to screw. If it didn’t work out with one it wasn’t a problem, there was always another one. It was no surprise she had gotten to talking with the new guy, she would probably hop on his dick as soon as he walked through the d-

Your brain seemed to malfunction as you heard the kitchen door opening and looked up to see one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your entire life walk into the kitchen.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was, the second was his insane body proportions. His shoulders were broad and strong, while his waist was kind of small and tapered. His eyes were chocolatey brown, wide and shining, they had a mischievous glint in them. His skin was incredibly clear and a gorgeous golden brown that you had never seen on any of the boys in this nasty town. It was about ninety-nine percent hick country, so seeing a man like this in person was a dream come true.

His hair was pure black and shining, but he quickly covered it with a chef's hat. He was wearing the regular chefs outfit, black jeans and a loose fitting black chefs coat, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing firm and strong forearms that flexed as he followed one of the other cooks behind the line. He didn’t look nervous in the slightest, in fact he exuded confidence.

“Hey!” Jessie whispered and elbowed you rather hard in the ribs, bringing you back to reality and sending your phone flying out of your hands and onto the floor.

“Seriously!” you exclaimed, trying to act natural as you walked a couple feet to get your phone, glaring at Jessie who was watching you with knowing eyes.

“You were staring so hard dude, your mouth was wide open too!” She giggled and you glanced back at the man who had just come in, grateful he hadn’t seemed to notice you and Jessie just yet.

You shoved her irritably, “Shut up!” you muttered. You turned briskly to walk out of the kitchen, wanting to get away from her teasing and from the handsome man. Your face was getting hot the more you replayed seeing him.

He had plump lips, high cheekbones, a defined nose bridge, strong eyebrows, he was literally perfect.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” one of your coworkers said as you grabbed a cup absently, wanting to drink some water.

“Oh?” you said absently, acting confused by the statement. You scanned the restaurant. There was only one table in the whole place right now, the rest of the crew would be here any moment, and you were looking at a hopefully busy Saturday evening.

You finished filling your cup and began sipping from it thoughtfully, your mind still on that perfect man. What was his name? What was he like? What did he look like under those loose chefs clothes?

“Excuse me,” you heard a soft, unfamiliar voice say behind you.

You looked up and behind you and could barely contain your shock. That perfect man was inches away from you, locking eyes with you. You wanted to look into them forever, but you thankfully had the sense to pull your eyes away, “Ah, sorry.” You apologized quickly, stepping to the side to let him get to the water gun.

“It’s alright, I’m Jin,” he introduced, holding out his large and gorgeous hand to shake. His fingers were long and slender, and his veins stuck out slightly on the backs of his hands, his nails were trimmed and clean too.

You stared at his hand for one second too long, causing him to raise an eyebrow but you raised your comparatively small hand to shake his, watching it disappear within his warm hand.

Wow… his skin was so soft. Was this guy really a cook? His forearms were completely unmarred, no burns whatsoever.

“I-I’m Y/N.” You introduced. Your voice came out squeaky and anxious sounding- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cursed internally. He probably thought you were a baby talking that way.

“Nice to meet you… That’s a pretty name.” He complimented and smiled at you sweetly, making your heart rate pick up. This man was dazzling! You couldn’t help but think it should be illegal to look this good.

“Thanks!” you said, sounding weird even in your own ears, you should get away before you embarrass yourself further, but he was standing right here looking at you, it would be a waste to walk away now.

“Is Jin short for something?” you asked, feeling dumb as the words left your lips.

“My full name is Kim Seokjin, well it’s Seokjin Kim here.” he corrected, “But I go by Jin since it’s easier for everyone,” he chuckled softly at your dumbfounded expression.

“O-oh, that’s cool.” you stuttered out, “So… that’s korean?” you questioned. That’s right, you encouraged yourself, keep the ball rolling.

He nodded affirmatively, “I was born there.” he stated.

“Oh that’s cool! Why are you all the way over here, then?” you asked.

“My parents have been out here a couple years now, they’re getting older, figured I should come live around here and take care of them. I saw an ad online for a sous chef position so I figured I would apply.”

“Well… that’s nice of you.. I’m uh- glad you’re here.” you said, and smiled what you hoped was a nice smile, and not too awkward.

He snickered and shook his head, “Well thanks!” he said and started to walk back to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you heard an annoying sing-song voice behind you.

“Hello~~~!! You must be Jin!!”

‘There goes Elaina,’ you thought as her sickly sweet smelling perfume hit your nose as she walked past you. She went up and tapped the large man's shoulder, grinning as she confidently introduced herself.

You sighed and walked away to the counter in the middle of the restaurant, leaning your head dejectedly on your arm. You would give anything to have more time to talk with him… but with all the other girls it would probably be impossible. He certainly wouldn’t pay you much attention once he got a look at all the other damsels that worked here… Even with your lack of hope though, your eyes travelled to your hand where you could still feel the warmth of his wrapped around yours. It couldn’t hurt to dream…

~~~~

The dinner rush was in full swing, you were juggling six tables, the kitchen was backed up with orders, and the restaurant was packed with people, conversations echoing off the walls as the printer at the bar went off almost nonstop. The bartender was cranking out drinks for the servers like crazy.

“Excuse me ma’am, how much longer on my order!” One of your particularly annoying tables called, snapping her fingers at you as you were rushing by with dirty plates to take to the back.

“Not much longer, miss.” you replied hastily and offered an apologetic smile.

“Can you check? Did you even put it in?”

“Of course I can! So sorry, miss!” you said and smiled before turning away, your expression dropping immediately. What did she think you were doing carrying all these dirty plates? Of course you would check if you were going in the kitchen, that was literally just common sense.

You came back into the kitchen, briskly kicking the door open and setting the plates down before striding down to the ticket line where the expo was plating whatever food he could and shouting at the cooks for more fries.

Jin was sauteeing something and the other two cooks were hard at work on the grill, fryers, and salad station. Jin’s expertise was obvious, even in a new environment he was shining.

“Hey how long on this ticket,” you muttered to the expo. You wished you could stare at Jin all night long, but you had customers to please, and besides you had already given up on your fantasies about him. The most your relationship would amount to would be casual friendship, if even that.

Yours was actually second in the line and as the expo looked it over, he realized only one thing was missing and it was actually on Jin’s side.

“Hey Jin, do you have the tostadas coming?” He called.

“Tostadas?” Jin called back, looking up in confusion at the expo, his brow was furrowed and sweat was dripping down his temples. Fuck. How could you focus on anything with him being THAT fine. Some of the other servers had come in to pine over the line and agonize over how hot the new chef was.

Yet even his hotness couldn’t distract as he said, “I don’t have a ticket for that.” and turned around flippantly.

“What do you mean?” The expo called, grabbing the ticket and pushing it across the shelf for Jin, who turned around to take it, looking it over intently.

“I made that already.” he argued, and pushed the ticket back at the expo, again turning away to continue his sautee job. You could feel your blood beginning to boil, and there was the fatal flaw. He might be a good cook, but he had a shitty attitude.

“Well we don’t have it!” You interrupted loudly, “I need tostadas ASAP!”

“Are you the expo?” He asked calmly, cocking an eyebrow at you. Ugh, he was so hot even being as big of a dick as he was being.

‘Don’t get sidetracked, you have a job to do,’ you thought to yourself.

“No, but who cares? Make me my tostadas!”

Jin rolled his eyes and pointedly turned away as the expo finished the first order and called out tiredly, “Jin can you please make me an order for tostadas ASAP?”

“Of course I can,” he said and glared at you before turning back around to continue.

“Glad to know we have another asshole cook on the team!” You called childishly, making the other waitresses gasp. You went back out on the floor without a care to go deal with the rest of your tables, and reassure your woman that her food was in fact coming up. This wasn’t going to be fun.

~~~~

The night had finally slowed to a stop and you were getting ready to leave for the evening, printing your reports and organizing all of your checks at a table. As you were sitting you heard a voice coming from around the wall between the booth and the server station, and paused at the sound of your name.

“She’s always like that, you’re not an asshole.” Elaina was saying, her voice that annoying, honey sweet tone she took with men she was trying to impress.

“I won’t let any servers walk all over me,” Jin was heard saying, sounding nonchalant.

“Oh of course not!! You shouldn’t!! She’s a bitch because she’s jealous. She has always been the le-”

“Sorry, but I’m not here to gossip or talk crap. Thank you for the encouragement though,” Jin could be heard cutting her off, before you heard the door to the kitchen creak open as he walked away from her. You sighed and rolled your eyes, at least Elaina’s plan to use you as a tool to get with him didn’t work.

You were certainly bitchy earlier, that you would admit, but he didn’t help the situation either acting the way he did. You finished doing your report and slid out of the booth tiredly, it didn’t matter, tomorrow was another day…

~~~~

Situations like the one that night seemed to happen all too frequently between you and Jin despite your best efforts. You really didn’t want to fight with him, he was unbearably attractive, smart, a good cook, and his voice was like silk, yet every night seemed to be a new battle.

First it was french fries taking too long, next it was the steak being overcooked, and the next it was an item rang in wrong, it was all trivial but it just seemed to add up. Everyday you saw him it became more and more tense between you two, you hated it, because despite all of that you were crushing on him. Not only was he hot, but he could be incredibly sweet at times. Plus he was so cute, and his jokes were hilarious. He never told them to you, but every time you heard them you couldn’t help but giggle at the stupidity of them.

Your work day was starting off shitty, as was normal. Jin hadn’t said hello to you when you came in, two servers called off, and the restaurant was in shambles when you arrived. Not to mention it was eighty-five degrees outside, you hadn’t slept well, and you had had a large fight with your parents before leaving for work.

It was a dumb fight,just more nagging from them about your life. It seemed like nothing you did was good enough. You were trying your best... At times you just felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. Today you had no energy to fight with Jin, and you certainly weren’t prepared for the dinner rush.

It was the wing bar that night. The crowd came in a tidal wave of people, more than you or any of your coworkers had expected or been prepared for and within the first hour you were so swamped you didn’t know what to do. You simply couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening.

Food, checks, orders, tables, greeting, running, pre-bussing, it was all too much for you, especially with the heat and the tiredness. Food was coming out at a decent rate thankfully, but one table just simply could not be satisfied.

You were feeling worse and worse as the time ticked by, and had no fight left in you to deal with difficult entitled customers, but duty called.

“Ma’am, ma’am come here!” You heard and couldn’t help but sigh at the familiar obnoxious voice. You knew this table would be a problem when they had first complained about the bugs outside, and then returned a drink because it ‘definitely wasn’t made right’, what could it possibly be now?

You turned around hesitantly and put on your best invested, and apologetic smile, their food had been dropped by the runner probably a couple minutes ago now, all mostly wings.

“What can I do for you?” You asked, faking sweetness while inside you were cursing at this nasty woman and her teenagers.

“I don’t know what kind of restaurant this is, but the food and the service here is just unacceptable.”

“I’m… sorry?” You said, unable to hide how taken aback you were. What was she even talking about?

“First of all, this is cold!” she pushed her ribs away in disgust, “These wings are cold, everything is COLD! Second, this place is filthy and obviously not being run properly. Look at you! You can’t seem to get it together for the life of you, and you should take something for all that sweating you’re doing. This has been horrendous!!” She exclaimed again and leaned back with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.

You weren’t sure what to say. Usually, you would offer to have the food remade but it didn’t feel worth it to you. You could feel your eyes growing hot and your hands were balling up, “I’m so sorry. I’ll go get my manager.” You said and walked away briskly, even as she shouted for you to come back. A few of your other tables looked at you sympathetically as you went inside and beelined to the kitchen, feeling frustration as your tears spilled over freely as soon as the door opened.

“M-Miles!” You stuttered out meekly at your manager who was currently helping expo, he immediately looked up hearing your weak voice, eyes widening.

“Y/n, what happened?”

“M-my table is r-really upset right now and I- I think you should go talk to them,” you said, barely managing to get out your words as you felt tiny sobs going through you. You were so tired of everything right now. It was one thing to have a table yell about food, but to also insult you in front of your face was painful and humiliating.

“About what? Which table?” he prodded, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you.

“Table eighty three,” you sniffled, “She said that, that the food was cold and that I was terrible and yeah… just please go out there.”

“Okay, okay, just take a breather, drink some water.” He said and quickly stepped out to go and talk with the furious table.

You groaned and wiped at your face, feeling your embarrassment only growing as Jin came from behind the line with a water bottle, “Come here,” he ordered and placed a hand on the small of your back while handing you the water bottle and leading you to the walk in cooler.

You didn’t even have enough sense to question why he was being nice to you, your head was pounding and you were overly aware of how hot and wet you were. Not to mention you were pretty much sobbing right now, despite your best efforts to hold it together.

“Drink the water,” He said calmly as he opened the cooler and led you inside, the feeling of cold air against your body was an intense relief, it helped you physically, but you were still reeling over everything. Even now you felt like you needed to run and take care of all of the tables you weren’t at right now. The rush was close to done but it was still upon you.

You did as you were told though, breaking the seal and sipping from it. As soon as the cool liquid touched your lips you realized how thirsty you were and drank from it messily, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, hearing the bottle crinkle up as you took in every last drop of it before your hand fell to your side. You used your free hand to wipe at your face, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Better?” Jin asked, leaning against one of the shelves with an almost amused expression.

You had forgotten he was standing there watching you and your eyes flitted away from his face just as soon as they had gone there. You nodded quietly, chewing your lip, trying to calm your racing heart. It was amazing what the cold and water could do for you, you thought.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” he chastised, moving closer and rather suddenly reaching out and cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand. You looked up, dumbfounded. One hand subconsciously came up to touch his arm while your hand holding the water bottle crinkled it loudly. “You’re obviously having a hard time, and you aren’t drinking enough water… no matter how busy it is you come first.”

You nodded quietly, still unsure of what to do about his hand.

“I didn’t bother you today right?” he asked, leaning ever so slightly closer, you could make out the flecks of gold in his brown eyes at this angle, and his skin was flawless.

“N-no,” you squeaked out.

“I notice a lot more than you think I do…” he said, and you bit your lip feeling his hand fall carelessly against your side, fitting against you almost too well. You felt a tingle in your breasts, and just knew that if you were to look now both nipples would be hard and pressing against your bra. You were grateful you wore a padded one today.

“L-like what?”

“I knew you were upset as soon as you walked in.”

“Oh…?”

He brought his thumb gently across your lips, “These pretty lips were frowning, and those eyes barely even looked at me…” he whispered. You could clearly hear your heart pounding in your ears. What was happening right now?

“You were much too quiet… if you ever have any problems I’m always willing to help you out.”

You gasped as he tilted your head up to look into his eyes, “Do you got that?”

You nodded dumbly, biting the inside of your lip as your eyes moved down to his plush lips, appreciating the smoothness of his face. You really wanted to reach up to touch it, maybe it wouldn’t hu-

“Chef!”

The two of you jumped apart and you immediately turned and grabbed your forehead, acting miserable.

“Yes?” He asked. His voice was icy as he turned around to face Elaina, who was standing in the doorway looking slightly confused and frazzled.

“Sorry to interrupt… They need you back on the line. The others can’t keep up.” She said.

He nodded and looked back at you, “You all right?”

You nodded quickly, not feeling confident enough to speak.

“Come out when you’re ready.” He said and walked out, shutting the cooler behind him.

You let out a soft gasp of air that you hadn’t realized you had been holding, your whole body zinging with energy… if he could make you feel this way with such a simple touch, imagine how he could make you feel…

You shook your head quickly, ridding yourself of those thoughts. He was just being nice, that was it. It was never going to happen.

You spent a couple more minutes inside, calming down before you finally stepped out to finish the evening off right.

~~~~

A couple days later, and you were still thinking about that night in the cooler. You replayed it in your head multiple times during the day. Whenever you masturbated you thought heavily of him inside you, of his eyes boring into yours, of his honey sweet voice in your ear whispering your name.

You thought about Jin for at least seventy five percent of your days, even when you were off all you could think of was him.

“Y/N, you have a table at thirty three.”

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at the host before leaving the kitchen to get the table started. It was slow today, besides Jin there was one other cook working. It was supposed to be an easy table- that was until they complained about the menu, and then basically tried to modify something into a completely new thing. You did your best to be polite and said you would ask the chef about accommodating them. You walked in nervously, and called out, “Hey, Jin?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking up from the sandwich he was cutting in half.

You shyly listed off the modifications, and he stared at you with an annoyed expression, cocking an eyebrow as you finished, “Are you actually serious?”

You nodded slowly. His attitude was getting you angry already.

“Well, first of all we don’t have cucumbers, you know that. Second, we don’t have seasoning to blacken a fucking salmon, you also know that. Third, I can’t even respond to the rest because it’s honestly not worth my time. Use your brain,” He said flippantly.

How was he the same person as the one in the cooler that time?

What was his problem?

“Are you done now?” You asked, immediately catching an attitude. Just because he was hot didn’t mean he could talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking up through his gorgeous lashes dangerously.

“Are you done being a dick? I’m just doing my job, which is to satisfy my customers. Your job is to answer my questions, not give me snobby replies and act like a prick.”

“My job is to cook food, not cater to your needs. Quit wasting my time, and go take care of your idiot table.” he ordered.

“Will you make my order?”

“Is it going to have stupid modifications that I can’t fulfill, if so, then no. If you’re going to keep being a bitch then I also won’t be making your order. Quit wasting your time.”

You huffed angrily, and the two of you began going back and forth insulting each other, growing louder and louder until your manager came in to calm the situation and split you guys up. You huffed angrily, cheeks red, and practically ran from the kitchen to ring in your ridiculous and ‘stupid’ order. Now you didn’t care if they couldn’t do it. They would do it.

~~~~~

The rest of the evening after the fight was tense, and you were grateful that when you left Jin was nowhere to be seen. In the end, they had made the order almost perfectly, and the table left happily so you supposed that was all that mattered.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the fight though, you had both said some pretty bad things. You wondered if you guys could ever really get along.

You were walking quietly down the empty employee halls heading to the clock out, it was late since you had got stuck doing extra side work, so everyone had mostly gone home for the night.

You were mid sigh when you felt a large hand clasp over your mouth while a strong arm snaked around your waist and pulled you into one of the side boiler rooms, causing a muffled shriek to leave your lips as the person kicked the door open and you heard a familiar silky voice say, “Shh, behave.”

You froze and blinked, looking around the low lit and frankly dirty room. There were a couple machines running that were always on, running the building, resonating with a persistent hum.

You struggled violently to get out of Jin’s strong grip but he only held tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm, hand firmly over your mouth until you finally gave up with an indignant groan. You knew it was Jin, but that was it. Your stomach was churning with anxiety and anticipation as he held you tightly in his grasp against his hot body. Your head at his chest.

“Are you done?” he whispered coolly against your ear, his tone slightly mocking.

You shuddered and nodded.

“I’m gonna move my hand, if you scream you’ll really be sorry.” he threatened.

Did you have a reason to scream? You wondered.

Sure Jin was being strange, but there was nothing to be worried about… right?

As his hand slid away you quickly asked, “What are you doing?”

He was silent for a while, wrapping his now free arm tightly around you in an iron like bind. Both of his arms were pressing against your chest, and you could feel your heart racing against your rib cage the longer he stood silently holding you.

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

“You keep fighting with me,” You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasn’t one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.

He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, “I want you so bad,” He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.

Before you could think you were replying, “I want you too,” the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.

You tilted your head back to allow better access and then felt a zing of new fear go through you.

No. This was bad. This was very bad you needed to get away. You were literally at work, in a back hall where anyone could just walk in… Maybe had you been somewhere else this would be more appropriate?

“Are you insane?” You gasped, suddenly trying to jerk away again, pulling your head away from his lips.

“Are you?” He asked and pushed one of his arms down around your waist, driving your ass back into his center where you could feel his rising excitement. This couldn't be happening. His other hand easily found purchase on your breasts, groping you over your shirt and bra. You moaned out involuntarily at the friction and then bit your lip to try and quiet yourself.

Were you dreaming?

“That’s right you fucking whore… this is what you wanted all along hm?”

“W-what are you talking about?” you panted. It was embarrassing how you felt right now. You wanted to get away, you wanted to get out right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to struggle… your body would never forgive you for wasting this chance.

“Do you like to tease me?” he asked, and the hand that had been on your breast suddenly was wrapping around your throat as he pushed your head up and back against his shoulder, causing you to squeak as his eyes met yours.

Oh fuck.

You tried to shake your head, but you were totally incompacitated with his hand wrapped around you like this. The hand around your waist slithered up and he began quickly undoing the buttons on your uniform.

You weakly began to struggle, suddenly feeling anxiety shoot through you. You had just finished working, what if you were gross? A sick part of you wanted this, craved it, but the rational part of you was screaming at you to get out of there.

His hand eased on your throat only slightly and you gasped for air, causing him to laugh cruelly before he released your throat and turned you around to face him, his eyes were filled with desire and lust. It caught you so off guard you didn’t even have time to react before he was forcing you against the wall.

“I know you want me.” he said softly, strong arms caging you in on either side.

“I- I don’t know what you’re t-”

He cut you off by aggressively pressing his lips against yours, one hand grabbing your chin while the other began kneading your breast again, making you gasp and moan as his warm lips moved against yours. At first you tried to pull away, to stop the kiss, but his mouth felt so soft and his touch felt so good you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed and one hand came up to grab the arm that was raised against your cheek.

A part of you knew this was wrong, and you knew that a normal person would be afraid of this large man, but you weren’t. You were completely overpowered with lust that had been stewing ever since he had walked through those doors.

Who cared if someone walked in? A part of you wished someone would.

Who cared if you weren’t in pristine condition? He clearly didn’t.

His hands found your legs and you let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while your back leaned against the wall. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as well and he smiled down at your shocked expression.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathed as his nimble fingers took up unbuttoning your shirt again.

“M-me too,” you stuttered earnestly, already a desperate and needy mess, especially with the slight pressure of him against your core.

“Really,” he said, his voice lowering and one of his eyebrows cocking up in an enthused expression.

You were about to reply, but his hands were suddenly cupping your bra clad chest, squeezing slightly. You moaned embarrassingly, throwing your head back against the wall as he teased you.

“This is pretty,” He commented, his finger trailing down the outside of your lacy bra.

“Th-thanks,” You stuttered.

“Did you wear it hoping I might see it?” He asked, his hands cupping your breasts again as his dark eyes met yours in the halflight.

You remembered all the times you put on your work outfit you would wonder if Jin would like it. You had wondered if his hands would ever move to unclasp your bra and do all the things you could only fantasize about.

You nodded slightly and he smirked, before his hands were coming behind your back and skillfully unclasping the bra. A part of you wondered how many times he had done this before tonight, but you didn’t really care. He was yours for the night, so what did it matter?

As your bra was loosened he easily slid his hands under it to grope you much easier, his large hands cupping them. You pushed your head against the wall, biting your lip to stifle the moans that were bubbling at your lips. His fingers skillfully found your already hard nipples, running back and forth over them. With each touch of his hand arousal shot through your core.

“J-Jin,” you whimpered as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Yes my dear,” he asked, eyes boring into you.

“W-what if someone sees?” You asked, your breath was coming out faster as he began to play more roughly with your nipples, occasionally groping your chest insistently.

“Hmm… then I guess they’ll know how much of a slut you actually are behind that bitchy exterior,” he said. You huffed as he was suddenly attacking your neck again, trailing to bite your shoulder and collarbone, irritably pushing the fabric of your button up aside.

“F-fuck,” you whispered, shuddering as he began sucking on a spot just below your collarbone, hands still working gracefully on your chest. You could feel the growing wetness of your panties, and you were becoming needy. Unfortunately, Jin had no intentions of rushing the time he had with you, taking his time leaving an array of bruises just below your collarbones, hands still groping your chest.

His mouth finally found yours and as you kissed he helped you get your shirt off the rest of the way, and then gently lowered your feet to the ground to remove your bra as well. You kissed him back feverishly as his hands found your hips, holding them within his massive hand as your mouth opened with his, deepening the already sloppy kiss.

One of his hands went back to your breast, flicking over your nipple and making you squeak against his lips. He chuckled and pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you standing topless before him.

You felt suddenly exposed but you couldn’t think too much as he was suddenly bringing his head down and gripping one of your breasts, guiding his hot mouth to your nipple. You gasped and shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue against you, practically lying against the wall as he worked his magic on you, teasing your body cruelly.

You let out a startled gasp as he suddenly slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing in the dark room. He continued to squeeze and grope your ass while his mouth trailed from one breast to the other before reconnecting feverishly with your mouth. His fingers finally began to work at undoing your jeans and you lifted your arms again to wrap around his neck as you made out, to distract you as his hand wasted no time in dipping into your pants.

You moaned loudly and dropped your head against his shoulder to muffle the sound as his fingers dragged along your wet panties, finding your clit easily and beginning to move his middle finger in slow circles.

“You’re practically dripping,” he teased, and you let out a low whine as his finger continued to rub your sensitive bud through your panties. Your stomach was twisting and turning with anticipation, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you already.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” You gasped as his finger pressed harder against you.

“Someone’s impatient,” He laughed, but made no move to do what you had told him. You reached out boldly and began rubbing over the bulge of his cock in his jeans, moving your own hand in slow circles as he did the same to you.

He didn’t stop you, but he did finally dip his hands beneath your panties, splitting the folds of your dripping cunt with his fingers and making your body shudder hard at the feeling. You kept rubbing his cock, but you were forced to stop as you felt a finger slip into your core, causing you to cry out loudly.

As you pulled back your head he pushed you back against the wall hard and reconnected his lips with yours to quiet you. As he began fingering you, his fingers brushed against your g-spot, drawing out mewls of arousal from your lips. You couldn’t even focus on the kiss, your entire being was focused on his fingers slipping in and out of your core.

You blushed hearing the squelching sounds of your wetness as he began fingering you.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He suggested, and you whined as he pushed your jeans and panties down with ease, as soon as they hit the ground his fingers were dragging back against you, making you shudder and cry out.

“Jin!” you moaned as he suddenly was pushing his fingers inside of you again quickly, wasting no time in beginning to pound in and out of you expertly.

“You’d better quiet down before someone hears you princess,” he whispered darkly, not bothering to slow his pace.

You bit down hard on your lip, your hands reaching out to ground yourself on his shoulders, fingers digging into them as your mouth twisted in pleasure and embarrassment. The sound of your wetness was new even to you. Jin suddenly stopped and you whined out loudly, causing him to laugh softly.

“Sit down over here,” he ordered, and pointed to a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room, probably left there to be thrown away, but instead forgotten.

“W-what if it’s dirty,” you whimpered.

He smiled softly down at you. You had been reduced to nothing more than his toy at this moment, standing naked in front of him, completely at his mercy. You had to say though, you definitely didn’t mind.

He slowly undid his chef’s coat, sliding it off to reveal a tight black tee shirt beneath it and slowly went to the chair, laying it over the bottom of it. In the half light you could see the definition of his muscles and as he turned around you were wrapping your arms around his neck to sloppily kiss him again while his hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back just as hard as your hands glided to his chest.

He was just as muscular as you had expected.

“Take off your shirt,” you gasped.

He chuckled and pulled away, slowly grabbing the edges of it and sliding it over his head, revealing his toned abs and strong shoulders.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, your hands coming to touch his pectoral muscles and running down his body, enjoying the ridges of his abs against your fingertips, stopping at his waist band.

“That’s enough now,” he cooed, “Sit down,” he ordered, pushing you slightly towards the chair.

“But what if-”

“Sit. Down.” His voice took on a more authoritative tone and your stomach twisted.

“O-okay,”

“It’s not okay. It’s, ‘Yes, Chef.’” he ordered.

“Y-yes Chef,” you stuttered, sitting down in the chair slowly.

You bit your lip as Jin dropped to his knees in front of you, looking down at him through anxious eyes. You had no idea what he was planning, or what he wanted.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered and you took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected to be this exposed to him at all. His eyes were boring into you hungrily, and you felt anticipation knotting up your stomach as you slowly spread apart your legs, revealing your wet core to him.

You flinched as he let out a shaking breath, “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, “Such a pretty little whore,”

You looked down at him as you felt his fingers coming up to caress your outer thighs, his fingers trailing over your knees and down your calves. Every touch from his nimble fingers was electric. Yet his hands wouldn’t go near your core, and you were growing desperate.

“T-touch me,” you whimpered.

“Hmm,” he sighed softly, and his fingers went higher up your thighs, “Show me how you want me to touch you,” He breathed and you felt a zing of anxious excitement shoot through you. You had never done something so lewd in front of another person, and you weren’t sure if you could.

“W-what do you mean?” You stalled.

“Take your hand,” he ordered, grabbing your wrist and guiding it to your dripping cunt, “And play with yourself while I watch. Show me how you like it.”

You bit your lip, looking down at him through your lashes, he stared up at you lustfully, his eyes sliding down your body to focus on your center.

You closed your eyes, and leaned back against the chair, your fingers sliding slowly between your folds and running over your clit. You brought up your other hand to gently begin playing with your nipple, sliding your finger back and forth as the one between your legs rubbed up and down against your clit, gliding between the folds.

You shuddered feeling his hot breath against your hand, and you chanced a glance to see he had drawn closer, focusing on your hand as it moved.

You slowly drew your finger down to your own entrance, pushing your finger against the entrance, little moans sliding out of your lips as you began to push a finger in, making Jin moan as well as he watched.

“You really are such a little slut,” he teased, and you mewled as you felt two of his fingers against you, beginning to push apart your folds further, examining your most private area with predatory eyes, “Just imagine if someone came in right now,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing against you as your finger pushed in further.

His talk was making you more excited and more desperate, you wished someone would come in and see this right now.

“Imagine the look on their face when they see you sitting here, touching your pretty little cunt for me.”

The thought alone was making you more worked up, “Chef,” you whimpered, plunging your fingers faster in and out of yourself, sweat was beading on your forehead and beginning to sheen over your body as you became more and more aroused.

“Yes princess,” He crooned, his fingers sliding up either side of your core, making you more crazy and desperate.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t even speak as one of his fingers ghosted against your clit as you continued to touch yourself, finger flicking more insistently over your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through you with each stroke.

“Such a good little whore, all for me,” he praised, beginning to rub your clit in slow circles, making you keen softly, biting your lip hard to try and stop the noises that were begging to spew from your lips.

You were drawing close, your thighs beginning to tremble as you attempted to spread your legs further for him, your hand reaching up to your own throat, squeezing the sides in desperation.

“Choking hm,” he whispered, and you whined as you heard him stand. His hands wrapped around both of your wrists, stopping you from bringing yourself to orgasm.

“L-let go,” you begged, attempting to push your fingers back inside but he pulled them out instead, laying your hand on your thigh while he took the hand around your throat and also set that on your thigh.

“I bet I can make you cum twice as hard as you can yourself,” he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple. You felt his hands slip down against your core before pushing inside of you once again, this time with a vengeance.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, and he quickly pressed his lips against yours to stifle you as he began to curl his fingers expertly inside of you. He rubbed that sensitive area with vigor, slowly picking up the pace as his other hand gripped gently on your throat. He was doing everything perfectly, and your body and mind were in ecstasy.

Your hands lifted to grip the offending arm desperately, fingernails digging into his firm arm.

“That’s right, come on Y/N,” He breathed against you, bringing you closer to the edge. You gasped and shuddered as an orgasm was suddenly upon you, causing you to lurch forward against Jin’s shoulder, clawing at his bicep as he carried you through the orgasm, pounding into you hard and fast.

He pulled quickly out of you, giving you a moment to come down, “Ready for another round?” He asked, and you pulled away in shock before he was suddenly rubbing your clit hard and fast, causing you to gasp as the pleasure changed to slight pain as overstimulation set in.

“S-stop… n-no,” You whimpered, your body already beginning to tremble. You were already exhausted from the first one, and you could feel the pressure building up twice as much.

Soon you were too far gone as he was pounding into you once again, sweat dripping down his chest and arms as he pounded in and out of you vigorously, his head against your wet neck.

“I’m-i’m gonna… oh please,” you mewled and your eyes clenched so tight that you saw white. Your body convulsed hard beneath his finger and his hand came over your mouth as your moans grew loud and intense, liquid spewed lewdly from out of you as you came.

He watched with pride as you squirted, body writhing as your wetness covered his hand.

As soon as you finished you felt intense humiliation racing through your veins, and as he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of him tightly, trembling still, your legs clamping closed. You felt like you might cry as you breathed against his chest.

“Good job princess,” he whispered, gently rubbing your thighs and sides before one of his hands was going to rub your back.

“I’m s-sorry,” you squeaked.

“Hm?” He asked, pulling away from you. His strong brows furrowed at your anxious expression.

“I didn’t m-mean to,” you whimpered, looking away from him, your hands holding tightly to his wet arm.

“Oh princess, you were amazing,” he praised, his voice taking on a comforting and almost sweet tone as he kissed your face.

You blushed brightly, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were still embarrassed, but as Jin’s hands ran up and down your sides soothingly, whispering praise against your ear, you slowly relaxed, and your body began begging once again for his cock.

“Will you fuck me now?” You whispered, looking up at him.

“I’m going to make you see stars,” he growled and you gasped as he was yanking you up from the chair and kissing you hard, his tongue invading your mouth feverishly.

You melted into the kiss, and your hands travelled down his well muscled torso to his black jeans. You were quick to undo his pants for him, pushing down the waistband eagerly, while still trying to maintain the kiss.

He separated from your mouth for a moment to pull down his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his hard length.

You gasped seeing how big he actually was, a zap of fear going through you as you wondered if you would be able to take him all. Your hands went to his cock, and you began jerking him off. Rubbing up and down on his hard length. He lifted his hands to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair as he kissed you hard, grunting occasionally as you went.

His mouth eventually left yours to attack the side of your neck, his hands sliding down your body and groping your ass. You were eager to feel him inside of you, just the thought alone making you wetter.

You whimpered as he smacked your ass quite hard and he pulled away from you, “Against the wall,” he ordered suddenly. You looked down and realized the precum beading at the tip of his hard cock.

You felt a flash of excitement and pride, “Yes, Chef,” you said, pulling away and going against the wall.

You heard him bend down and the rip of a package as he slipped on a condom. It was a good thing he thought to do so, because your mind was far from worrying about anything other than having him fill you.

You heard him coming back over and you squeaked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back. Your palms splayed against the wall and you spread your legs a bit for him as he slid his finger down the length of your spine before pausing and you squeaked as he slapped your ass once again.

“After all the trouble you give me, it’s so good hearing you whine like that,” he said softly, and you gasped as he spanked you again, “You wanted me to punish you didn’t you,” he teased.

“Y-yes Chef,” you said, and as he spanked you once more, you revelled in the sting of it, feeling the way your body reacted to him spanking you. After a few more tears were pricking the corner of your eyes and you were growing needy.

“Oh please fuck me!” You cried out.

He was quiet for a moment, but then you felt his fingers slipping between your lips, pushing your lips apart to give him easier access.

“Alright now princess, be good for me,” he whispered and you waited with bated breath as the head of his cock teased your entrance, he rubbed against your slit a few times, gathering your own wetness all over his cock before he began to push inside of you.

You moaned out and brought one hand to your mouth to stifle the sound as your walls spasmed around him. He was massive, stretching you as he slowly inserted himself deep inside of you. He let out little grunts of his own at the feeling of your body clenching around him.

“I’m in,” he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder, making you squeak at the feeling.

“F-fuck me,” you begged, “Just fuck me,”

“So needy,” he commented, before he began slowly sliding in and out of you, causing your muscles to spasm. You bit your lip, trying to stifle any of the sounds that were begging to be released.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, smacking your ass as he started getting into a rhythm, fucking into you at a steady pace, making you whine and shudder around him. This was more than you could have ever dreamed. With each thrust he would bury himself deep inside of you, head teasing your cervix, before pulling nearly all the way out and then snapping his hips back into you, causing you to cry out at the feeling.

“Are you my little whore?” He growled as he started to pick up the pace.

“Y-yes chef,” you whimpered, feeling your knees growing weak.

“Say it.” He ordered, and you let out a faltering gasp as he suddenly pulled you up, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you while his other wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back against his chest.

“Ahh, I-I’m your little whore,” you breathed out, gasping as he was suddenly thrusting right into a sensitive area deep inside, with each snap of his hips your body would spasm.

Suddenly you both froze hearing voices coming from somewhere, and adrenaline zapped through your body. Oh fuck, what if they heard you, or worse what if they came in and saw.

He grabbed you tightly and forced you to turn with him to face the door, grabbing one of your breasts, his finger flicking cruelly over your nipple, “Do you think you can keep quiet,” he whispered against your ear, slipping his hand down your abdomen to slide a finger over your clit.

“A-aang,” you gasped, biting your tongue as he began to move his finger in slow circles, the voices were growing closer.

“They’d be so turned on to see you like this,” he whispered, “Totally at my mercy.” He growled, beginning to thrust slowly in and out again, pulling his hand away from your clit to hold you, one hand still wrapped around your throat. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you did your best to keep quiet, your stomach twisting with anxiety and your heart pounding so loud they could probably hear it out there.

He did everything in his power to torment you, fingers running between teasing your nipple and rubbing your clit. Whispering sweet nothings against your ear while occasionally biting your earlobe.

Finally you heard the door to the outside open and it was silent once more.

You let out a shaky sigh and he picked up the pace, his hand splaying across your abdomen. “Good girl,”

“Y-you’re insane,” you whined, and he laughed softly before beginning to fuck you harder, the sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, “I can feel my cock hitting your walls,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

He grabbed your hand, placing it under his against your abdomen. You gasped as he suddenly snapped his hips into you, and you felt the bulge against your hand, making you even more turned on.

“Can you feel it,”

“You’re so fucking big,” you whined as he suddenly started fucking you harder, almost bouncing you on his cock. His hand moved from yours to rub your clit, making you moan loudly. His hand on your throat was snapping over your mouth in an instant to quiet you as you were pushed into orgasm once more, muscles spasming around the large man’s monstrous cock, the feeling of him hitting into your hand was making you crazy.

As you finished he slipped out of you, and you nearly fell, your legs weak. He caught you easily and spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. His hands slipped under your thighs and he was lifting you before you knew it, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I’m not done just yet baby,” he whispered. You whimpered, and sighed as he slid his cock back into easily.

“Hmmmm,” You sighed in contentment, your hands wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair as you leaned forward to kiss him hard.

He didn't even need to lean you against the wall, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you back just as hard, your walls spasming around his large cock. You felt so full it was blissful.

He finally pressed you back against the wall, and began to pound in and out of you, causing you to throw your head back against the wall as he fucked you.

He was going faster, sweat was dripping from both of you as you were getting closer to orgasm and Jin was right on the edge. He was beginning to spew curse words, his hands gripping your sides hard as he pounded into you. You were almost laying against the wall, if it wasn’t for his hands holding you up and your death grip around his neck you would fall.

“Such a good fucking whore,” He growled, and you gasped as he lifted a hand to grope your breast, flicking his finger over your nipple before you saw his abdomen spasm, his muscles clenching as he groaned out loudly himself. His hand going back, exposing his gorgeous neckline, face twisted in pleasure.

You moaned at the sight, and as the hand on your breast rubbed over your swollen, oversensitive clit you were coming as well, body spasming for the fourth time in orgasm as he held you tightly. As you both finished finally you pulled yourself up onto him, dropping your head against his shoulder and taking gasping breaths, your entire body exhausted.

You felt his cock slip out of you and he held you tightly, a hand going to your head, running his fingers through your hair, breathing just as deeply as you.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Tired,” you muttered, you weren’t sure yet if you could stand on your own.

“Think you’ll be able to drive home?” He asked, rubbing your back in slow circles.

You let out a soft sigh, “Ohhhh, fuck,” you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the thirty minute drive home, and already your body was so sore and tired. You wanted to sleep more than anything.

“You can stay the night with me,” he offered sweetly.

“Are you sure,” you muttered.

“Get dressed,” He ordered, helping you disentangle yourself from him and finding your clothes for you.

You struggled slightly getting yourself dressed. You would need to go to the bathroom asap, but you wondered if he would leave you behind if you did. Not that it would matter. Jin put on his clothes, folding up his chef's coat from the chair and folding it over his arm.

You looked at it and felt a dark blush cover your cheeks, “I’m sorry… about that.” you said, gesturing to the chef's coat.

Jin chuckled darkly, “It was sexy,” he said, shrugging and grinning from ear to ear.

You looked away shyly, “Th-thanks… and I- I’m sorry about today too. I was just frustrated and-” Jin came forward, placing a finger against your lips.

“Hush. We’re already past that… you made up for it… Besides it was more me than you that was being an asshole.” He admitted, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“I really like you,” you blurted. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the fact this man had given you four of the best orgasms of your life, but you were suddenly ready to bare your soul to him.

You didn’t want this to be a one time thing… well maybe just once here. You didn’t want to go back to the strained relationship.

“Well I gathered that,” he said, rolling his eyes at you.

“I-I mean it… I…”

“Princess, we don’t need to talk about this right now.” He said, caressing your cheek, “We smell like sex and sweat, and we’re standing in a filthy back room at work… let’s go back to my place okay? We can take a shower and talk more,” he promised.

You nodded slowly, that sounded heavenly… but still.

“Th-that’s fine but, we won’t go back to how things were before right?… We aren’t gonna fight anymore?”

“I’m tired of pretending I like you less than I do,” he said, smiling sweetly at you before coming over to you.

He placed his arm around you and slowly opened the door, looking both ways before stepping out and taking you outside into the cold air. As soon as you got to his car and sat down in the passenger seat you were out like a light…

[visionthefox]

I definitely think you're right about how Eclipse showed up in the dream, how Sun's mind may be trying to get him to move forwards from old Eclipse, it's also interesting that with Eclipse, unlike the others afterwards, Eclipse just walks out, if this were to happen in reality, the endpoint of development could be Eclipse learning to pave his own way without the twins occupying his mind, and the twins(Sun especially, who was the most traumatized, and Moon's right, Sun doesn't have to forgive him, but they can all still move forward) doing the same...The others...Are a lot more absurd Sun is still visibly shaken and scared of Bloodmoon, as one might expect, though it was funny that Bloodmoon sorta broke the 4th wall acknowledging the real them would probably never apologize, could the whole "maybe one day you'll see us as family" thing is in reference to Sun saying "I would've loved to have another brother" to his hallucination a while back? The Catnap one was...Weird, could Sun either still feel salty about Catnap showing up trying to live there, or conversely feel bad about absolutely going off at them? Ruin's was probably wish-fulfillment, since so far there's been no dice for actually restoring the destroyed dimensions(maaaybe Solar could be brought back in some way but so far nothing on reversing that), also could it be that Moon was functioning as a sort of moderator for Sun's emotions, since he told both Bloodmoon and Ruin, two people who Sun currently has very heightened emotions about, to leave as a way to de-escalate? Sun having no tolerance for the Creator is on-brand, and of course the whole buying Fazbear thing seems crystal clear, I think the point where the dream started going off the rails is when the Creator said he wanted to be their dad again, which is something I don't think anybody wants Then everything nosedives with KC, Sun says that they "moved past" everything but who knows if that's fully true, it's interesting that Moon dips out here, it could be that Moon leaving was the indication that the whole dream/nightmare was about to spiral out of control, with Sun's mind pulling out everybody who he's had negative interactions with in the past, if Moon hadn't woke him up would he have seen other people? I am surprised Old Moon didn't show up or was even mentioned Got a bit carried away with the analysis there, who knows if any of this makes sense What do you think?

(me seeying a long ask _ happy sounds_) oh ye ye! I feel in Sun's very organic mind- he knows he must let go, and maybe deep down he wished Eclipse to change- I mean. solar is an eclipse! Sun knows how bad Eclipse had it- but if Moon did change.. why not Eclipse? simple.. this one? is mean to be the copy of that simple minded personality.. and we saw how much this does affect Eclipse he is- while Sun is dreaming-totally having a internal crisis over what - who he is- is he himself? does he keep playing the act? does he finally break free of the chain of trauma? Sun may want Eclipse to find peace.. is why he made Eclipse be still grumpy, but honest. is what he wish- yet soon the mind ran with these "forgiveness" dream into a nightmare of nonesense- as most dream happend to be now BM! totally forgot they ever said that! maybe you be right- Sun is still deep down a good AI- maybe the guilt over "failing" to help BM still hits him- same as Eclipse, he could have step in- but didnt out of fear.. with BM- I feel is a mix of, VA having fun- but also Sun telling himself "what you want for, is this absurd- people just wont change over night" harsh like BM often is! for everyone, as mentioned, is dream going wild as dream do- Creator saying all of this way maybe some old wished Sun had? yet maybe also a bit of nighmare- having him as a dad is way worst- I think so yea- for OldMoon.. I feel if if the dream continued- he could have showed up, break the 4th wall saying all othe most critics his character had- while also being the final goodbye Sun may still need? ohh anon, I love what you bring to the dream theory~ <3 thanks you so so much!

[literaphobe]

I like the idea of Gridrunners, it just feels like it’s doing too much and is incredibly unrefined. It’s like nine games in a trench coat, when it could easily be split into three games that are better done and each bring a unique skill to the playing field.

Like the overarching theme in GR is ‘puzzle’ except some… Aren’t puzzles? Like kill the mobs? Craft the item? Clean the Build? Find the item? Those aren’t puzzles and could literally be added to any other gametype. Though Gridrunners is one of the only games with actual team communication, with their parkour puzzles and invisible walkways. Why not just split the games into three more refined on-pvp team games, even if they’re still under the umbrella of Gridrunners?

Three rounds (like Skybattle), each with a different game, and a time limit to see who gets the furthest? And each time it’s played the games get played in a different order.

Game option 1: Team Parkour puzzle game (could also add find the button/light the lanterns to this, and the team that lights the most in the time limit/fastest gets the most points). Would add more movement and team communication into a game without all the pvp stress or solo stuff all the others have. And there is so much variation they could add to this so if they wanted they’d be able to make it different every single time.

Game option 2: Redstone/Minecart track/etc gathering and building game (kinda like bingo just with more redstone and a goal that isn’t ‘make item first’). Would have another building game that doesn’t rely solely on memory and would actually have more skills that are actually learnable. Like maybe you need to set up redstone lines and minecart tracks to set a path and unlock doors to reach checkpoints, and whoever gets the furthest fastest gets the most points. Could also add ‘find the item’ and ‘clean the build’ into this one.

Game option 3; We already have SOT for mob killing, but you could also add a game that is literally just killing mobs. No parkour, no puzzles, just murder. Either do it like a maze with various difficulties down different paths (so the worst player can go down the easiest path with mostly passive mobs, and the best can go fight creepers, witches, endermen, and what not), or team challenge rooms more like Dreams elevator video where it gets harder and harder as you go. With maybe a boss at the end that if all your guys make it can step on a pressure plate and go fight a wither or something. Maybe no boss and it’s just endless.

You would have to do something so it doesn’t snowball, so maybe each room/checkpoint is judged on time in that room rather than overall? Or make people choose between speed/completion points or bonus task points? Idk. SoT doesn’t have a snowball problem like BM so maybe take notes on that.

The only thing is, I can’t see something like ‘describe the build’ in any other gametype. It HAS to be fast paces enough, otherwise it would make more sense for the teams to just screenshot and share that in discord rather than describing the build. Like it NEEDS to be as fast paced as possible for that type of game to not be abused. It you put it in a longer game like BM it just wouldn’t work. Same as if they added any sort of visual puzzle in SoT that had the answer at spawn but the puzzle itself was down a pathway. They’d just take a screenshot instead of ask the Sandkeeper to describe it for them.

Oh yeah i agree that the concept of grid runners is very good. its just like how the concept of survival games is awesome - you spawn in an elaborate world where you have to loot chests and airdrops to get cool weapons and armor and projectiles and food etc etc to kill everyone else and be the last team standing. u have unlimited levels and can enchant shit. its fucking cool. but does that mean survival games as its current status is a good game?

hell no!!!! it fucking sucks, u all spawn next to each other so its way too easy to target weak teams, kills are worth the same whether its in the beginning or the end, so teams rarely engage and most of the kills happen in a frenzy in the last 10 seconds, if u get killed off spawn u just wind up having to sit there for 10 minutes

so yeah. grid runners sucks, bc some of the rooms are too repetitive, or so unnecessarily difficult/complicated that it gets boring to watch bc the teams are too confused, or the rooms were just boring from the get go.

that being said, i think the parkour puzzles are interesting. notably the color ones that they label so colorblind players don’t visibly struggle. even if the team im watching fails at it i do agree its one of the better rooms in grid runners that actually require good team communication AND coordination. i also kind of like the minecart track room because it’s actually a fun way to see how efficient teams can be, as opposed to them literally having to clean up dirt or eat cakes. i also think the farm looking room where u have to craft stuff Fast is good bc u have the recipe book but knowing the recipe off the top of ur head is faster and knowing exactly what to grab is faster too and u have to communicate who’s doing which item so u don’t overlap or neglect an item. all of these r WAY better than the rooms w lame stuff where getting the best time is fucking random and WAY WAYYYY better than fucking SEARCH THE HOUSE

basically actual rooms that require communication and minecraft knowledge. ALSO i think an interesting change for grid runners imo would be like… doing 4 rooms instead of 8? so the rooms take a little longer but having good communication and good knowledge of minecraft can make ur team faster, and the differences in performance ACTUALLY come down to these details, so that u can Properly come back from having a bad start etc etc etc since the current state of grid runners actually is that u r screwed if u fuck up one room too bad, and there should be completion bonuses for each room and not just the entire course in case something like mcc19 happens again

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Novel quotes that were sitting in my drafts and my thoughts 

It is canon that JC’s own people are afraid of approaching him with their concerns. The people of his territory don’t approach the Jiangs for help unless the matter is deadly. This is supported by novel text. This is the state of YungmengJiang after it is one of the remaining three great sects, an economic, political, and martial powerhouse.

Ch 92 - Longing Part 3 (Exiled Rebels translation)

The owner, “That I’m not so sure about. Anyways, the temple’s quite popular. In Yunping City, no matter what someone runs into, we’d all go there and pray for the Guanyin’s protection. I sometimes go there and light a few sticks of incense too.”

Wei WuXian asked, “Then why don’t you go find the cultivational sect that’s in charge of this region?”

He only remembered after he asked. Wasn’t the cultivational sect in charge of this region precisely the YunmengJiang Sect?

Yet, the owner curled her lips, “Go find them? How dare we?”

Wei WuXian, “Oh? Why not?”

The owner, “Young Masters, you’re not from Yunping City so you don’t know. The Jiang Sect is responsible for all of us along the Yunmeng area. The Sect Leader’s got quite a bad temper. It’s almost frightening. His subordinate’s said so a long time ago. Only one sect is in charge of such a large area. Each day, there are almost a hundred cases of small ghosts or other creatures pulling pranks on the living and all that. If every single small thing had to be dealt with immediately, would there be enough time and energy? Those that don’t kill anyone aren’t malign spirits, and we’re not supposed to disturb them with trivial matters that aren’t malign spirits.” She complained, “What is this supposed to mean? Wouldn’t it be too late if we waited until somebody’s died to find them?!

No way would WWX let a his sect be actively feared by people they are supposed to protect.

There are a few other examples that I can’t really spend time to find. There was no lack of economic resources at this point. I don’t think there was any sort of disadvantage even after the SSC, because they would’ve gotten back their money after it and divided Wen assets among themselves. Yungmeng would have gotten a fair share of the plunder because it was one of the main sects active in the war.

JC had every opportunity at this point to say, ‘look we owe these particular Wens a life debt.’ That’s all he has to say to have honor on his side. They don’t need to risk anything because even JGS wouldn’t be able to say anything against a debt of honor. NMJ and LXC would both support him. 

JGS was only able to get so far because JC played right into his hands. There are several scenes with JC letting his anger and envy get the best of him. One in particular, where some cultivators gossip that people only joined YunmengJiang because of WWX and his power. JC refused to speak up as a direct response to that.

(WWX has already proven he doesn’t forget about debts)

That very same conversation indicates that by the time Pheonix Mountain situation happened, YunmengJiang was already in a good position. JGS didn’t take advantage of YMJ’s economic and martial weakness (the text indicates that they were sufficiently recovered by this point if i’m not mistaken). In fact, YMJ received a big influx of seasoned cultivators just after this incident and before WWX’s defection. He took advantage of JC’s insecurities and his willingness to cast WWX aside if it benefited his sect.

Jin GuangShan, “Sect Leader Jiang, Wei Ying is your right-hand man. You value him a lot. All of us know this. However, on the other hand, it’s hard to tell whether or not he actually respects you. In any case, I’ve been a sect leader for so many years and I’ve never seen the servant of any sect dare be so arrogant, so proud. Have you heard what they say outside? Things like how during the Sunshot Campaign the victories of the YunmengJiang Sect were all because of Wei WuXian alone—what nonsense!”

Going further back, my original point was - there was a foreshadowing of their ideological differences way back in the Dusk-Creek mountain incident.

Ch 52 - Courage Part 2 (Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei WuXian, “It’s alright if he hates me—I don’t hate him. I’ll get him onto my back the second I get hold of him. Could he possibly choke me to death while on my back?”

Jiang Cheng warned, “We aren’t even able to care for ourselves; how do we have the time to care about the trivialities of others?”

Wei WuXian, “First, this isn’t a triviality. Second, things like this, somebody will have to care about them, sooner or later!”

WWX’s first instinct is to help people. JC’s first instinct is to protect themselves. This keeps on happening again and again.

When they returned to the Lotus Pier, JC scolded WWX for trying to play the hero and was scolded by his own father to reconsider the words. (This wasn’t favoritism, this was a dad telling his son that scolding someone for saving people’s lives isn’t the right thing to do and he should consider his words)

Both of these incidences are just few of the many examples scattered throughout the novel. These are possibly the earliest indications of their ideologies being materially different. WWX would be an excellent second hand but he’s no Wen Zhuliu. If his leader doesn’t live up to his expectations of morality and righteousness, he isn’t going to stay. He may linger for a long while but eventually he’ll start to feel complicit and would want to take a different path. He fell in love with LWJ because LWJ was righteous and morally superior to others in the novel, after all.

So to conclude - JC actually didn’t want to help the Wens, text clearly states he hated them. This man planned and lead a siege even after seeing a small child at the BM.

YMJ wasn’t actually in that bad a state. It was recovering but so were the Jins. They didn’t get away from the war unscathed. YMJ had money and several new, trained cultivators.

Bear in mind, during their staged fight, JC gutted WWX while WWX broke his arm. As in, his intestines legit fell out. The fact that he recovered quickly doesn’t matter. It was a near fatal wound and WWX has very few resources at his disposal. He was living in near poverty. That trip to the BM is a grace that JC could give without spending too much effort.

idk if I have expressed my point properly. But it covers as many points as I can recall off the top of my head. Unless JC’s character changed in some significant ways, I still think they would eventually have a falling out. The are examples littered throughout the novel about their core ideals, their very character clashing in significant ways.